To have the man before me actually have an idea of exactly what he was looking at was perhaps a little to much to hope for. I truly think the last project I ever worked on that anyone around me actually understood, much less appreciated before it was finished, was my fifth grade drawing of the golden gate bridge for school. It hadn't exactly been my best artwork and yet the simplicity of it had at least appealed to my teacher and my nanny- my parents having been far too taken with themselves to have actually noticed I existed. That was one of the myriad of triggers the numerous men in whit coats seemed determined to assure me was the cause behind my 'behaviour'. Honestly I hardly knew which behaviour they were talking about, I had quite a lot of them, all of which seemed to frustrate my parents to no end, after all, how inconvenient it must have been to have a child with a condition like OCD or ADD or both- my Mother never did manage to get over that one. At least I had managed to gain their attention for awhile, before having driven them to their apparent end after I discovered women were a far more effective cure for my lack of attention than any drug was ever going to be. To know the man before me at least had some skill with metal as Azrael suggested was sufficient enough to assure he would actually be useful- though why he continued to list other organic things I hardly knew.

"I don't have to buy one of those organic cotton shopping bags from you do I? Because if this is your sales pitch you're really not selling it."

I think I managed to offer him a slightly wary look all the same. Honestly I'd rather carry whatever I had to buy from him rather then continue to listen to his organic spiel, evidently having missed the point of his conversation entirely before I simply continued to list what I actually needed, features frowned ever so slightly at the mental list I had compiled, the man content enough to nod along until I mentioned the computers- attention seeming to waver there. That this Davante was, evidently, some kind of...criminal was becoming all the more clear, although how and why Azrael seemed to know him I hardly knew, nor truly cared to actually ask, pushing the thought away for now as he commented that a computer could hardly be that had, a smirk of sorts tracing lazily across my features.

"We'll see."

I may well be the worlds most appalling Hunter but when it comes to the use of technology it may well be my single and only other talent outside the bedroom, my mention of the Hunters Council from which I had taken to 'borrowing' information seeming to capture his attention once more, fingers loosely twisting about one wire absentmindedly, shoulders lifting in a shrug of sorts.

"I told Azrael I was interested in finding someone to assist me with demolition work in regards to structures, he merely assumed I meant buildings, not computer firewalls so by all technicality I hardly lied now did I?"

Young as I might be I hardly turned my Fathers millions into billions without having some actual knowledge of business and how it works, let alone learning to say only what needed to be said at the right moments, maybe I did have a third talent, when it came to talking- after all I could be entirely persuasive when I wanted to be, more often then not willing to allow others to simply jump to their own conclusions about myself- it usually served my purpose. Although why so many people seemed to believe I was gay I will never know, maybe it's the hair. His mention of Vint Cerf saw the blue gold of my gaze lift once more, eyeing the man beneath the tinted lenses of the ray bans. Alright, I will admit some surprise at his ability to know the name of one of the internet pioneers, both eyes lifting slightly before I managed a soft snort of sorts.

"You are no more Vinton Cerf then I am Bob Khan, besides, I have met Vint Cerf and he never has managed to leave his apartment without that ridiculously out of style three piece suit. You'd think a pioneer of the internet could manage to google a fashion trend."

What? Three piece suits in a casual setting are bordering upon a fashion disaster of the magnitude not even I am willing to attempt to revert, Davante's words seeing a small frown touch my features. I suppose we could use my apartment, the security was likely to be higher than whatever this....residence had, his comment in regards to 'the hole' earning him a soft chuckle all the same before my desire to actually organise the bench in front of me into something resembling a work space resulted in a sudden assault by a chain? I think the look of surprise upon my features displayed how entirely new such a thing was, no one yet having managed to tie me in chains, rope, sure, faux fur, the occasional cable tie some woman seem to enjoy- chains was new, eyes moving to rest briefly upon them at his command I stop touching things. A little extreme isn't it? Why didn't he just ask? Germs? Gaze narrowed slightly once more at the objects I had managed to arrange, my earlier question in regards to the child's card game seeming to have offended him...somehow as he asked if I needed a trash can, well, that's classy. Maybe Azrael had hoped Davante's character as a whole would bring about my end, if I see another bug it very well might. Did people really live like this?

"It is a card game designed for children involving monster battles, but I'll explain at home."

It was far to much an effort to bother with it now, waiting for the chains to actually let go of my wrist before moving to grab the things I needed, heading for the door once more and the car I had parked several blocks away after the last incident I'd had in this area of town- waiting for my newest accomplice to follow although the thought of his shoes on my upholstery was not an entirely pleasing thought- much like whether or not he was actually some sort of hit man or merely an enthusiastic cereal eater.

"Bring whatever you need and that phone your holding, but no weapons alright? We should have the house to ourselves but if my.....companion comes home the sight of any weapons might excite her a bit too much."

I saw no need to go any further, hitting the button on my keys to unlock the Maseratti, a new one, after the last had been used to run down a Werewolf and her Leopard companion, gesturing to the passenger seat before settling easily into the front, the drive to Anacosta Heights hardly far although I think I spent vastly more of the drive wondering how entirely clean this mans shoes were before pulling up outside the house I owned- apartment perhaps something of an understatement in regards to the mansion like property I possessed, gathering my myriad of electrical equipment before pausing at the front door.

"You have to take your shoes off, my marble floors don't do those shoes."

No- I'm not joking. My floors don't do shoes because I don't do dirt, waiting patiently for the man to manage to abandon his footwear before strolling inside the luxuriant setting of my home, easily placing my collection of electronics atop the marble counter top of the kitchen I have never actually used, the entire place so ridiculously clean you could eat a meal on the floor, my own form relaxing slightly within an environment I actually felt comfortable with as one elbow leaned easily atop the bench, waiting for the man to seat himself somewhere.

"I have a larger working space downstairs we can use, for now however, I'm going to need about fifty or so small metal sheets, playing card sized, an iron silver combination would be ideal- can you do that? Then we can start and I will fully explain what I need you to do."



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so you want to play with magic?