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*If you're around the stores downtown, you may see a large man kicking up faint blue sparks as he walks around, appraising buildings. He's also talking to himself, and if you listen closely, you can hear him. It's like an old detective movie monologue.*

"An' that was it. I kicked that bitch through fifty floors o' 'er own palace. After that, I 'ad my own body, an' 'nuff power ta tear a 'ole back 'ome. But as I stood in the ruins, that idiot decided ta pick a fight with me. As we traded blows, I was 'bout ta go all out. An' then I realized that the idiot? The idiot was nearly dead, an' 'e was stickin' ta 'is promise ta gimme as good as I gave. So I knocked 'im out. I let 'is friends save 'im, and left." *Cyril sighs and starts checking out another building.*

"I wanted ta find somethin' like 'e 'ad. An' so, I thought that night. My emperors disbanded in front o' me. Ti-Nah, Haru. She went off ta become a model someplace. Fridge called e'rythin' a faggot an' went on 'is merry way. Neckbeard? I dunno where 'e went off ta. Maybe I'll see 'im again, one day. Finally, Ari? Well, Ari decided she was stickin' with me, through thick or thin or whatever the 'ell 'appens. Gotta respect idiocy like that."

"An' me? Well... I'm becomin' a detective. I'm gonna solve problems people come ta me with." *with that, he puts on a wide-brimmed black hat. It's rather snazzy and attractive.*

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*Guy has a bad habit of watching stuff he shouldn't be seeing.

I mean, the blue sparks is already odd enough to be an eye-catcher. So he had stopped the nice motorcycle he was on, while driving through the downtown area (why he is not in class, one may not want to ask), and sat in stand-by listening to the monologue.

And then he starts clapping in a sarcastic applause at the end, grinning slightly. He obviously approves.*

"Well, shit, looks like I've got an audience. I'll be 'ere all fuckin' week, Shades."

*Grins more widely at that.*

Ah, really? Nice t' know whatever movie that spawned out 'f ain't gonna be that much of a limited release.

Surprised more people haven't come by t' stare, anyway. Y'could've had a full house with that speech.

*he leans against the building he was last looking at and rolls his eyes.*

"I dunno. Most people ain't inta the pulp shit anymore, Shades."

I wasn't talkin' 'bout that sort of genre, man. I meant outright humor.

"Yeah, yeah. Laugh all ya want, Shades. Talkin' ta myself gets my thoughts straight."

Nah, I'll spare ya that, at least.

*He taps at his helmet, sitting in his lap, which he's taken off while he's being an audience* So, y'got some sort of reason t'be puttin' on a public show, here?

"I'm lookin' fer a good place ta open up shop. Gotta be big 'nuff fer me an Ari an' still 'ave an office. Kinda got used ta talkin' ta myself when I was sharin' a body with someone."

Huh, really? *... who knows which part of that statement he's stating that to. He takes out his PDA, pushing something in it. ... lowers his glasses a bit so he can at least see it.*

Luckily, ya probably won't have t' look hard, if y'go an' look anywhere that might've gotten hit by those giant monsters earlier this year. Land costs have been rock bottom f'quite a while around there.

*He waves the hand with the PDA, as though gesturing to the downtown area* Though I think areas like this that're closer t' Kaibacorp an' all probably are doin' a bit better off, man.

"Huh. Thanks. Dunno though. I like the charm of a really shitty part o' town."

*Cyril pauses, then stops his leaning and stands up straight.*

"Do ya know where I could get a loan or somethin'? There ain't much Yakuza ass ta beat 'ere, an' I dun feel like makin' a trip off this stupid island. Dunno if my body could even 'old up."

Probably a couple 'f places that're desperate t' give loans f' th' shady sorts, y'know? Like I said-- land prices are at rock bottom. They're screamin' f' somethin' t' inject int' this crappy economy.

*He rattles off a couple of names that sound like firms and banks.* 'ccordin' t' one of my sources, they've been in trouble.

*... why the heck is he even helping, here.*

*Cyril laughs, then grins real big.*

"Yer pretty good at this shit, Shades. But after all the shit I've done, even if we ended up fightin' together at the end, I still kinda fucked with yer own voice in yer 'ead. Why 'elp me?"

Eh, multiple sorts 'f reasons, I'd reckon. Maybe I'm curious. Maybe I wanna end up swoopin' in n whoever actually partakes 'f your services. Maybe I just wanna find a use f' th' information I even have, or maybe I'm just that nice 'f a guy, that I'd give it out f' free. *The last part was just dripping with sarcasm, there. He readjusts his glasses, so they're covering his eyes again.*

I could also throw in some trash 'bout how Suguru seems t' like ya, but that's probably cuttin' it close. So I'll just ask this:

You're a monster 'f sorts, right? Ya know anythin' 'bout th' 12 Dimensions? Or even 'bout th' literally darker worlds in 'em?

*he cackles at the first part, then makes his almost serious face once Sanshi starts talking.*

"Yeah. I know a bit 'bout the darker shit o' where I lived. I mean, I was pretty fuckin' connected 'till the end o' my kingdom. ...Whatcha need ta know 'bout, Shades?"

've got some... Personal business with one of th' major fiends. Only thing is, it's not only hard t' build up th' energy t' grab 'em, but I don't know where exactly they might be.

All I'm askin' for is th' dimensions that fiends 'f that sort might be in.

*Cyril nods, then lists off some of the more terrible places of the Twelve Dimensions.*

"Information fer information, Shades. ...If ya need any 'elp takin' it down, well, that's what I'm openin' shop fer. I'll even give ya a discount."

*He grins, noting down the places in the PDA, before snapping it shut.*

Thanks man, I'll be keepin' that in mind. Good luck with gettin' it off th' ground, eh?

*He takes off the glasses, and slips on the helmet* I won't be keepin' ya, then.

"Yeah, later, Shades. When I've got this place open, we'll 'ave that duel."

I'll be lookin' forward t' it!

*He starts up the D-Wheel, revs it, and then drives off, leaving you to continue talking to yourself.*

Well don't you think you're hot shit, proclaimin' yerself a detective.

*That's a girl staring at you with a quirked eyebrow as she leans against one of the stores.*

"....The fuck? I ain't even started my business yet, 'ottie. But, yeah, I'm gonna be a detective. What's it ta ya?"

*Ignores the 'hottie' comment, standing up straight.*

What it is to me is that I've already got a detective business starting up, and it sounds like you'd be cutting into my territory, and I was definitely here first.

"Really now? Looks like we've got ourselves a fuckin' problem then, lady."

Yeah, s'what I've been saying.

"The problem is yer askin' me ta back the fuck down. I ain't, so the only other choice is ta either work together, or ya leave now. I ain't got a problem with either o' 'em."

And if you think I'm going to back down, you're as dumb as y'look.

"Ah, lookit the girl with a huge chest, white hair, an' black clothes. Ain't like that ain't a cliche'."

Says the idiot bruiser with the snarky attitude and the shit-eatin' grin.

"I'm a far cry from an idiot. Bet I've got plans that'll 'stend farther than yer life-span, girlie."

Tch, that might be kinda hard to do.

"Maybe, maybe not. Ya might not be livin' much longer, girlie."

Well, I don't plan on jumpin' off a bridge anytime soon, so unless you're insinuatin' something, I'm pretty sure you're wrong.

*stares, as if expecting a challenge.*

"Well, shit lady! Don'tcha know 'oo I am? I took out those fuckin' retarded demon 'ores! I'm the fuckin' lord of Azure Flames!"

*You can literally see.. something, crackle in her eyes, hey, is the hair on your neck standing on end?*

Zombie Mistress, a pleasure to meet you, Lord Azure.

"Cyril. Call me Cyril. Guess we're gonna level this city block ta get shit done, huh?"

Guess so, Cyril.

"This is gonna be fun, zombie bitch."

"Please, call me Reiko-chan."

"Reiko, then." *he creates a ball of fire in his hand, cackling.*

*Breaks out into a laugh herself, it's... probably somewhere between a queenly laugh and a mad cackle. Moreso mad cackle.

Then she breaks lightning oout of her fingertips.*

*Cyril chunks the blue ball of fire at Reiko. It's hard to not see it as a fighting game.*

*Jumps over the Wannabe-Hadoken, sending bolts of lightning at Cyril.*

*he dashes forward and tries to kick her in the face. With fire. It's not a 'I killed Myey with this kicked' but just a regular fire kick.*

*Kicked, goes rolling, oddly enough puts out the flames before they do any serious damage.*

Tch! Nice hit!

*Sprinting forward, seemingly ducking and weaving to throw a lightning punch into Cyril's face.*

*Cyril makes his own tching noise as he takes the lightning punch and rolls with it. Who the hell are you, Benimaru?*

"Ya ain't bad yerself!"

Thanks!

*Drops down onto her hands, attempting to sweep Cyril's legs out from underneath him.

*As she drops, Cyril drops with her. ...With his elbow to the back of her head.*

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