✛ 5th Circle ✛ Housecall

[beareroflight]

What: The Makings of an Underground Business
When: August 14
Who: Kira Sakuya and Lassen
Where: Everglade
Warnings: Drugs
Notes: Kira has a Tattoo Parlor set up in Nova City. Unfortunately, greed would not allow him to be satisfied by such low-paying prospects. He needed a larger source of income - legitimate or not.

There's value in listening to the silent whispers of the citizens of each city. If you listen carefully enough, one will learn to find means of paying one's rent without breaking a sweat. Most especially if you're renting the most expensive apartment in Nova City.

More importantly, having a stylish hub is never enough. The lifestyle he planned to live cannot be accomplished by going to a 40 hour job per week. Hence, Plan B.

Rumor has it that there's a young man who lives in the shadiest district of Everglade. He lived in an abandoned and spacious colonial house. Rumor has it that place was infested with demons, ghouls and monsters. For Kira, those were inconsequential rumors. What's important to him was the rumor attached to the occupants name. Lassen was exceptional when it came to herbs.

When one is skilled with herbs, it also meant that one was skilled with other more noxious substances. So that evening, Lassen will hear constant knocking from his front door. It was Kira, equipped with nothing else but his sword.

"Is your name, Lassen?", he asked as the door was opened for him.

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The town was small, there was no denying it. The region split into several different cities, and with them neighboring each other as closely as they were, it was only natural word traveled fast. Lassen knew a thing or two about rumors. He might have even started his own from time to time.

The former duke casually answered. Something about his person radiated confidence. Even without Hume, Lassen was capable. Demons, ghouls, monsters...vampires. Such trivial creatures were the least his problems. Especially with ~Princess Ishtar and her poor excuse of a cat lingering around Genessia.

He grinned subtly. Lassen found it odd that this stranger sought him out.

"Who's asking?"

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Rumors were great assets in a way. If started correctly, it could help one be acknowledged by people worth knowing about. Soon, Kira might even use it to his advantage. After all, what half-witted bastard would announce that he's selling drugs over the network.

Without a doubt, the man standing before Kira had some power within him. Kira can sense it, though he can't quite identify it. That was the disadvantage of being a human at the time. So instead, he just shot the guy an easy smile.

"Sakuya Kira.", he announced with smooth tone. "Kira, would do fine", he said glancing inside the colonial home. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

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Now the face had a name. Whether it was truthfully his name or not, didn't matter too much. So long as this information was consistent with the rest of the population, it could be led back to this man. Lassen might have seen him on the network once or twice too.

"Where have my manners gone?" He chimed sarcastically. Perhaps he was still bitter about being killed by that stupid vampire? To be able to use magic of that caliber. Holy magic. Heh.

Lassen stepped aside and pushed the door open. "Make yourself comfortable. No need to be cautious of ruining anything." Really. This place was a joke, but it was good for remaining under the radar.

When Lassen settled onto some furniture he shot a glance at the other. "Sorry I have no tea to offer. I haven't had time to go shopping." Another thing he's never really had to deal with. Sustaining himself without servants of some sort. "Tell me. What brings a pretty stranger like yourself to my quarters?"

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Perhaps people might think him, to be reckless to give his real name. Then again, Kira couldn't care less. He never truly cared about the musings of others about him. Because his opinions mattered more than anybody else's. Besides, he had no one important to protect in Genessia - at the moment. He just gave the other man a cheeky smile as he slid into Lassen's home. "Don't mind if I do", he said with a grin. The place looked good, messy, but good enough. So he found the most comfortable chair in the receiving area and sat there with his legs apart, and his body hanging lazily over the chair.

"I'm not here for pleasantries. Don't fret", he said cooly as he rested his jaw against his palm. But at the mention of 'pretty', there was a pleased smile on the teenager's face. "Lemme guess, you're not used to this whole shit? Not used to doing something for a living, huh?"

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Quite interesting. This stranger, Kira, he was bold. Lassen could appreciate that. Not many had chosen to approach Lassen for one reason or another. Be in they were invested in their own lives, or simply didn't notice. The fact that he was being interacted with now, did make a considerable impression.

"If we're going to skip pleasantries, why not get to the point of you being here?" Not to be rude or anything, but this man had an aim, and Lassen wanted to know what it was. "I'll keep an open mind."

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Kira took out a cigarette pack, offered one to Lassen and proceeded to smoking right in front of the guy. "You don't have to, this place really sucks", he said puffing out the smoke.

"But I have a proposal. To make it less suck.", he said with a mischievous smile. "Word is, you have skills with herbs"

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Lassen gestured he was disinterested in the cigarette. He was more of a wine drinker, when it came to bad habits.

His brows rose slightly at the statement. "The word would be correct. What do you need?"

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He takes back the pack and hides it in his pockets. There was a smile on Kira's face as he looked at Lassen. Genuinely pleased with the man's answer.

"What do you need to make more potent and useful ones. Such as concoctions which could make you relax and fool you into thinking you're happy, or consumables which could make you suffer from varying levels of poison?", he said with an amused tone. "...simple stuff"