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After Zeva was satisfied with her bounty of a hard days work, she leaned back in to her booth, soaking up its slight sticky, yet relatively-cushioned seats, making comfortable as she let a sigh slip past her lips, bangs covering her wandering eyes.

"So, is there anything I can do for you?" He addressed Zeva.

Sitting at the end of the bar, nursing a dried out gourd jug. The contents giving off a strong burning smell, like hot ash

Conrad walked into the building once more, he was dreading it but he needed to talk to someone, he had to get out of his comfoort zone, the fbi cop was used to talking to victims or family of the victim, but normal people? He no idea what to talk about, he looked around and so Thyra, he walked over and cleared his throat "Good evening, My name Is Conrad, Conrad Johnson. I..I um...i am trying to get out of my shell and speak to people is it alriight if I speak with you?"

Being the usual Texas that she was, and out of pocky for once in her life (shocker), she simply sits back, avoiding Lappland, pulls out a cigarette, and then...well, lights it, and smokes. Because Texas originally was going to smoke anyway before Chinese censorship laws- I mean...

Despite Ren and Kiyohime's insistence that she rest, Azumi persevered, walking all the way to Trixie's despite being sick.

"Hello friends..." Azumi said weakly "I have returned!"

She pull a handkerchief out of her hat to sneeze on. A green aura enveloped her, signifying that a spirit like her was currently sick and that her form was fighting the effects of the hex placed on her by some unruly teenage yokai.

"You've gotta be kidding me, Anchin-sama told you to rest!" Kiyohime rolled her eyes.

sighing after a long draft of her drink, he smiled sweetly "you can of course. If you don't mind the prattling of an old lady that is"

He looked confused "your old? but you do not look old!"

She laughed loud and clear. "Boy I bet you I am old enough to be your grandmother" another sip of that jug

His jaw drops "your kidding right? Cause like you look like a beautiful young women! Like extremely beautiful!"

"thank you, but thats not why your here" she offered the jug "why ARE you talking to an older woman you've just met? And so quick on the compliments..."

"well i didn't know you were an older women, and i dunno, i struggle with talking sometimes,, and ive been trying to practice, i am a fbi agent so talking to victims or family and friends of that victim is easy because i have to ask certain questions, but strangers? I don't know what to talk about sometims. And i was only so quick becase you do not look old at all"

Using his ability, he would track whoever the yokai were and inflict horrific illusions on them. He picked Azumi up and put her in the papoose.

"You talk...to the victims friends or family...are you and undertaker?" With a flick of her wrist, a pipe slid out of her sleeve and into her hand. She thumb ed it pull from a small pouch at her hip

He glanced at Mathius "should I tend to those youngsters?"

He glanced over at Thyra and gave her a nod.

" i talk to them because i have to figure out who murdered the victim, so i would have to talk to the family or friends to see if the victim who got murdered had any enemies or anything, but if the victim survived i can ask the victim if they know anyone who had it out for them"

He was petting Azumi "no....Azumi just needs a little care. That's all. I mean I could draw her sickness into me..."

"She has to rest now. She's lovingly trapped within the papoose"

a smile and a quick wibk was flashed to drael before lighting her pipe