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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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"Got it kiddo. Kamala it is."

Cyril cracks his knuckles and his hand ignites.

"Pretty sure I can melt the glass."

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.

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."

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.::

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"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."

I am. And where the national government is, Mr. Cyril.

I didn't either, but she managed to take the time to not be a total cartoon character.

::Buckles herself, but god, she was NOWHERE near as top heavy as she was the last time you saw her, based on the belt.::

"Huh? Ya'll ain't conquered the world yet? Damn, ya'll REALLY need ta get on that shit. I could have Earth whipped with what ya'll have in three months."

There's a lingering stare at Shiyoko and after triple checking Kamala's buckled in, he continues.

"Huh. Who knew? I guess it makes sense. Even the absolute mad're still people." Cyril is a good driver. He's probably safe. But he is FAST and it feels incredibly reckless as he peels the car out and does a few donuts to get a good feel for it before starting driving proper.

Wooo!

::She's like the recklessness, truly her mother's daughter.::
::

... Eh, we could, but Noriko says it'd feel kinda scuzzy to Judai and she doesn't want to challenge the Kaibas or the Akabas, to go gallivanting and just conquering things. As for me, Kamala has a right to grow up relatively normal, and I've been. Trying to undo a lot of damage, Cyril.

::Drumming her fingers on the door, her hair blowing in the wind.::

"I guess I can see that being a big issue with Juudai. Yer 'uman dragons hoardin' all the gold, well, I can get not pickin' a fight with them. Then there's those folks in America... It'd be rough, yeah. An' ya'll ain't exactly suited for all out war in disposition. ... why does a Domino bent on conquering sound so familiar though...?"

He nods at the last part.

"Yeah, she absolutely does. She gets ta be normal, as far as much as this place goes. I saw nothin' 'bout 'er as far as I'm concerned." A hooo as he lets out air. "Yeah, I can see that. Looks like it's comin' along as well as it could at least. So, no cheap booze, but..." He's rifling through the center console while he keeps his eyes on the road, digging for cash. "Maybe take ya'll for ice cream 'fore I drop ya off where ya need ta go an' I leave this car as a burnin' wreck in a back alley?"

Judai's a good man, and it doesn't feel right to drag him or his wife into a fiasco, especially when Noriko could easily be misconstrued as a bad guy. And we're not ready. Yet...

::Putting on her glasses, hair flapping.::

Kamala, honey, do you want ice cream?

Sure!

...

Though, Mr. Cyril. What do you mean by dragons and America?

"Oh, uh. Dragons are like, the ultra-wealthy, y'know? Keepin' all the stuff instead of sharin' it with people like they should. That's why in SOME stories they're always so mean and cruel and a hero has to do battle with them. But other dragons are real cool, like my ol' friend Diana."

His tone's changed alot now that Kamala's actually talking to him directly, the painfully thick accent's dropped and it sounds... very gentle. Is... is he just good with kids?

"And, uh. If America's little pocket o' weird ain't made itself known, prolly best to forget about it. They're a buncha strange weirdos over there. I got into a few scraps with them a looong time ago. Like a decade, actually."

Oh. So who's the dragons here, I think you meant it as a metaphor??

::Lightly bouncing in her seat idly.::

"I ain't a big fan o' megacorps is all, so I'm talkin' 'bout Leo and Kaiba corps when I mean dragons in that sense. There's some that're cool, don't get me wrong, but sometimes they have more money than sense or more importantly, empathy."

Ooooh.

::Leans over to Cyril a bit.::

So, I wouldn't mind meeting up later in private, to catch up on old times. If you have time.

::Whispering.::

"Yeah, it's real important ta know why some dragons are good an' some ain't."

He leans back over and whispers.

"Yeah, I'd love ta. I think I'm lumped with some fam stuff for a day or two, then I'm free as ya'd like."

That'd be fine.

::Leans back into her seat, and just, relaxes.

Kamala's probably playing with a tablet::

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