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Okay which of ya idiots 'round here was tapping into the Azure Flames? That stuff's not meant for any sorcerer or whatever ta go mucking 'round in. 's real dangerous stuff fer literally e'ryone who ain't me. People've tried and probably blown themselves up while I was takin' my nearly dying nap. I'm 'ere ta make sure ya city ain't on fire and maybe help put down whatever idiot's tryin' ta tap inta it.

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It's late morning. The sun is shining, and there is a man on foot in Domino, cursing 'damned brats' and 'I left my bike in an intentionally safe place with boring people'. He's maybe investigating screams somewhere, that sound like a man being thrown through the sky. Or maybe he's just lost. The city got bigger and weirder since the last time he was here.

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Ah. Damn. That's... fuckin' grim.

Pleasure miss Katie. Your, uh. Previous you was always cool, hope we can maintain that.

... huh. I did drink cheap beer at one point.

Wild.

::Blinking.::

Broken people hit their limits and sometimes, they're replaced by someone who can hold up.

Perhaps.

Buy me a few drinks and maybe we can start up a dialogue.

As bait for my current girlfriend, and kept making crass sexual innuendos at my expense!

::Clicking her tongue.::

I don't even hate-hate them, but I'm a queen, damnit!

Edited 2023-07-09 07:43 (UTC)

"I do, yeah. I can fix that, if that'd be helpful. I just kinda like slummin' it when I'm in Domino. Draws a lil' less attention."

He tilts his head at that last statement. Shrugs.

"I remember sayin' that when I was 'bout yer age, kid. A queen's a queen, a king's a king. I can postpone the super pleasantries, but I couldn't help but overhear yer dinner was a bust, so I can help on two fronts. One, I drop my thug act and we can practice duel spirit royalty. An' two I can steal the host of this shitty party's car. I can do both or jus' one of 'em. With yer mom's permission of course."

Don't call me a queen, and I won't call you the Stink Lord.

Cyril, find a crowbar or a sledgehammer, or improvise.

::Taking her glasses off and adjusting her evening gloves.::

Fuckin' bingo. We're talkin' like, old claims ta shit that may have been built over a hundred times by now. Marriage proposals. Alotta eyes on your city and more on your weird ass demon tribe. I guess MY weird ass demon tribe?

I'm usually left outta the politics, but if it was suddenly discovered I had heirs with Ennie, well. Things get a lil' more complicated.

"Oh, Kiko? Yeah, I always wondered what ya saw in that girl, if I'm gonna be honest. Some things make more sense now, but really, that one?"

A snort.

"Okay, the sexual innuendos, from Gina? Damn, she really IS my heir. ... what're ya queen over these days anyway?"

"Got it kiddo. Kamala it is."

Cyril cracks his knuckles and his hand ignites.

"Pretty sure I can melt the glass."

Damn. Well.

I immediately got 'anded a full ass plate as soon as I walked inta town. The burdens of bein' so great. But I'll find a time ta squeeze ya in.

So why are you back in town, and punch the driver window of the car that looks like it belongs to a smug 80 year old ghoul who thinks he can get away with touching.

She kinda strong armed me into a relationship, I'll probably need to rethink it once she's okay, but there was a brief moment where she was cool as hell. Then she became a fish.

... In-exile. Let's not talk about it too much.

Edited 2023-07-09 08:05 (UTC)

That's fine, I'm a bit busy myself, as it's been a non-stop shit show for months.

"Huh. Yeah, iunno, just somethin' a lil'... off 'bout her. Weirdly cocky and could back it up, but like...

Wait, I thought she 'elped ya get that kingdom back? 'Swhy I didn't step in."

Got kicked out of it by the lords of the far eastern realms who paid tribute to me at one time. The Eastern Court.

All doors are locked and closed.

The entire Western Court was summarily banished with me. I think you realize the implications.

Cyril nods as he looks around, before picking out the car and melting through the glass, unlocking the door, and letting himself in as he bends over and starts melting wires.

"A few reasons. Mostly felt someone access my fire, turns out I may 'ave a whole brood of family 'ere. Kaz is likely my son with all that entails, yadda yadda whatever. Honestly doin' some justice is gonna 'elp get my brain off that."

He grunts as the car starts.

"I can set a mild fire on 'is lawn too. Or nuke the whole mansion if ya give the word. What 'bout ya? Yer sisters were always the ones that struck me as high society bound, but kids can change alot o' things, I guess."

...So what I'm hearing is "you're gonna confirm shit on you're end to be one hundred percent sure and if the amount of people who know the truth eclipses the Briar Clan and any need-to-knows at OOPARTS, I can expect to have my body quartered and buried at four different crossroads, or something equally horrific."

That sounds right, yeah?

Edited 2023-07-09 08:20 (UTC)

Moreso than usual? Damn.

Yeah, it feels... off. Since the last time I was 'ere.

Huh? Hell no. I'm gonna tell everyone. Ya should too.

I wanna watch the fuckin' shit show that this'll cause.

...Well, it can't be any worse than the shitshow me 'n Katie have been having to handle since the masquerade fell apart in October.

I don't know how much you know about that yet. If Katie doesn't talk work during your dinner date hit me up in a couple days - we'll crash a bar and I'll fill you in on all the sordids.

...Don't be too hard on her, by the by - I had to fight a megalomaniacal talking cat to make sure what came out of the ashes of Niyo's burnout was functioning.

Edited 2023-07-09 08:26 (UTC)

"OH shit, what? Fuckin'... Tengu an' spirit shit out and about in your court? And then thrown out all of the fuckin' psychopaths ya were barely keepin' in check?

No WONDER things feel fucked! Me damn, what the fuck?!"

Firstly. I am ignoring the "Kaz is your son" part because that's gross.

::Taps buttons to open the other doors.::

Secondly. ... maybe the lawn. KAMALA GET IN. I dated Noriko, she made me laugh, and I sure like money more than I like bumming around places on dwindling royalties

That and something about making sure I can be prime minister or something.

Not like I want that job with everything going on in Tokyo.

::Climbs in with a back pack you'd expect from an 11-12 year old pastel goth girl.::

Edited 2023-07-09 08:31 (UTC)

"Oh, it's super gross. It's why we ain't talkin' 'bout it. At least it comes with cool granddaughters."

Cyril waits for Kamala to get in as he gestures, igniting a... semi-sizeable portion of the lawn.

"Noriko, huh? Can't say I would've actually called that, but ya seem ta be doin' good fer yourself, so that's really good! Everyone buckled in? 'Specially you kid. Now that I got the kingdom up and running this is more of like, a weird vacation for me now, good ta be back, get up ta some shit, slum it..."

He turns back to Kamala.

"I have no idea what a Tokyo is besides some dumb human city."

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