[Day, Sunday, June 12th. Time: 12:00 p.m.] [Lazar gets off the subway. He's in the general area where the kabbalist is supposedly located.] [Mini start] * Lazar eyes the address scribbled on the piece of paper, and is thankful he remembered to get Peter to translate it into a language he can understand before he left last night. =P [Looking at the paper, Lazar confirms that, yes, this should be the correct area.] * Lazar nods approvingly, and starts to run a hand through his hair before he remembers he doesn't actually *have* hair anymore. Chuckling to himself, he sets off for the address written. Mind if I tag along? Gah! * Maria comes out of nowhere. ^_^_v * Lazar jumps about two feet in the air, landing with a rather loud THUD. * Maria giggles. * Lazar turns around, eyeing Maria. "... that very mean, you know." Er, sorry. I don't mean to do it, sometimes. Is okay. But, do you? * Lazar goes silent for a moment. "Was going to do this alone... but if you here, might as well come along." You make sure Kabbalist no carve smiley face onto forehead, okay? *grin* * Maria grins. "Sure! Who knows what that'd do." ( It'll force him to be cheerful all the time. ) ( Which isn't necessarily a bad thing ^_- ) No know. Maybe turn me into flower golem. No very good at fight evil unless they have allergy. * Maria nods. "Just wouldn't be the same." * Lazar starts walking towards where he thinks the place is. "Hard to scare people when pink." ( /me writes that down for next session... ) [The area is nice enough; not too classy, not too shabby, and not TOO dangerous. Really. Lazar looks for the place as he walks and finds an alleyway.] * Lazar hmms. "Look like right area... no kind of place to be next to coffee shop." * Lazar heads down the alleyway. * Maria nods and follows down the alleyway, not seeming even slightly ill-at- ease. [The alleyway isn't straight. It's a rather crooked path between two tall buildings, and it's very dark. It'd be a great place for a homeless vampire to live!] * Maria still doesn't seem bothered. * Lazar looks left and right, trying to find the appropriate address. [Some time later, you come to a dead-end with a single shop. A pink- and-purple neon sign proclaims: "Kabba-blasts pub!" and various signs in the window proclaim beer and pizza for sale.] * Lazar gapes. ( It's kosher pizza? :P ) ... Japan very, very odd. * Maria nods. "Yeah, it is." * Lazar shrugs, and heads in. I wonder if the pizza's any good. * Maria follows in. [Inside looks like a regular tavern/small eatery. There's a counter and stools at one side, and a number of tables at the other. Jazz music is playing in the background, and an American girl with long blond hair is whistling along with the music and scrubbing the counter.] * Lazar rubs his temples, mutters, and walks up to the counter. "Pardon... is Kabbalists here? * Girl looks up to Lazar as he speaks. "Hiya! Yep, this is Kabba-blasts! We don't usually get customers so early, though! But that's okay! What would you like?!" She's very energetic and, uh, loud. * Maria blinks. * Lazar blinks. Several times, in fact. He then switches to Hebrew. ["Is this the place where the Kabbalists work?"] * Maria hops up onto a barstool so she can whisper to Lazar. "*This* is what Kabbalists are like?" * Lazar just shakes his head. * Girl tilts her head at Lazar. "Huh?! You sure talk funny, mister!" * Lazar sighs, and returns to Japanese. "Sorry. Were told this was place where religious Jewish people were." Jewish?! Gosh, I don't know! Maybe Mr. Ensof does, though! ... ah. Good. Can we talk to Mr. Ensof, please? Golly! Are you here for a job from Mr. Ensof, mister?! ... kind of. If Mr. Ensof is who I think he is, may have job for him. Okay! * Girl walks to the back of the bar and picks up a small reciever. "Mr. Ensof! There's some people here to see you! They say they might have a job for you!" "I don't know! I'll ask them!" * Girl looks over to Lazar and Maria. "Mr. Ensof wants to know who you are!" * Maria looks around. "...so ...this is a temple or something?" Lazar Thau, from Transylvania. She friend of mine. No, silly! It's a bar! Okay! * Lazar rubs his forehead. "Definately no..." * Maria nods. "Didn't think so." * Girl practically screams into the reciever. "The big one is Lazar Thau from Transylvania! The little one is a friend of his!" Okay! I'll tell them! * Girl hangs up the reciever and turns back, smiling. "Mr. Ensof says he'll see you now! Isn't that great?!" * Lazar nods, wincing slightly. "Yes. Thank you." * Maria winces. Yeah. Swell. * Lazar heads whereever it is he's supposed to head. * Girl walks out of the bar and unlocks and opens a small door in the corner. Behind it is a long, narrow staircase decending downwards. "Right this way!" She gestures. * Lazar goes. * Maria follows. [The staircase goes down a fair way, then turns once at the bottom to a single wooden door.] * Lazar knocks. [A voice calls from inside, "Yeah, come on in."] * Lazar enters! [Inside is a very... unusual sight. The walls and floor are wooden, though the ceiling is concrete. On the right wall are a bunch of weapons- mostly swords and spears- impaling pieces of something that was deffinately not- human. There's a single desk at the far wall. There sits the guy who must be Mr. Ensof ] [Ensof is not what you'd expect of a holy man, that's for sure. He wears a black shirt and black jeans under a black trench coat. His hair is brown, parted down the middle. His eyes are covered with shades. He also wears thick black boots; you can tell because he has his feet up.] * Maria follows in and blinks at the decor. It's four years old, if you're wondering. Those damn things don't decay. Make for great displays. Besides, they don't stay dead unless you do that kind of thing. * Ensof puts his feet down and leans forwards. "Proof that I'm good at what you do." * Lazar pulls the mystic hammer and chisel out of his pouch thingee, and places them on Ensof's desk, apparently oblivious to the surroundings. "You recognize?" ...uhm... what was it? * Ensof takes his shades off and peers. His eyes are solid gold. "I think so. Guess that means you know a thing or two about magic yourself?" Oh that? Just a low-class horned biter demon. Things aren't so tough, compared to some of the stuff you can find." * Maria nods. * Lazar palms his pendant, removing the illusion and revealing his golem form. "Could say that." * Ensof blinks twice. "Huh. My memory's a bit fuzzy, but last I heard they didn't give golems personalities." I very odd golem. You ever hear of Hunters from Transylvania? * Maria is staring at the guy's eyes. Heard a thing or two. Transylvania's one of the three places labelled "Hell on Earth" by those in the business. * Ensof is very handsome, yes, Maria :P * Maria doesn't notice the rest of the guy. Something about his eyes seems to bother her. Yes, well, Transylvania got more hell-like two years ago. All Hunters killed but me. Golem meant to protect was incomplete. Let gypsy magess transfer soul into golem to animate, but because runes no complete, no have full power. Need full power. Huh. Well, that kinda sucks. So wait, who's keeping the demons at bay in Transylvania, then? At moment? No one. ... Well, that really sucks. * Lazar nods. "Is very bad situation. You see why I need to get full power of golem." Yeah. I see that. * Lazar picks up the hammer and chisel and holds them out. "Can you help?" * Maria seems to do the hiding-behind-Lazar thing again. * Ensof stands up and peers at Lazar's forehead. "You're missing... two glyphs? Hmmmm..." Well, I don't remember a whole lot about, um, golemology. I tend to use my magic for different purposes. Like blowing things up. * Ensof shrugs. "But hey, maybe I can carve the next glyph in your head for ya. That'll help until you can find someone to finish the job, right?" * Lazar nods. "Would appreciate. Do no suppose you know someone who can complete job..." * Ensof shakes his head. "Sorry, man. To be honest, I'm not even as religious as I probably should be. I figure, it's the thought that counts. But yeah, I can do the next one for ya. * Lazar nods, and chuckles. "Thank you. No expected to find someone in Japan who could even do third rune, so is good." Yeah, sure. Well, how's about I get started. * Lazar nods. "Where you want me be?" Just kneel down and try not to move. * Lazar turns back to Maria. "Is no going to be nice-looking. You sure you up to this?" Uhm, er, yes. I'm here to support ya, remember? * Maria glances uncertainly at Ensof. * Ensof is trustworthy! Really! * Lazar nods. "Thank you, little one. Lazar appreciate." * Lazar turns back to Ensof, and kneels down, hands at his side. * Ensof takes the chisel and hammer. "Alright. Let's see if I remember how to do this..." He takes the chisel and rubs the back over the scribble of the incomplete rune to erase it, then takes the hammer and rewrites it. As he does so, magic seems to gather in the room. And after about half an hour, Lazar feels a lot more powerful and has one hell of a headache. ... ow. Well, that oughtta do it. You okay, Laz? * Lazar nods, wincing. "Head feel like I have bad encounter with large anvil. Several times." *stands shakily* "But I be okay... hmm." Well, I don't know what you expected, man. I was pounding on your head with a mallet. That's gotta hurt. * Maria walks around to the front of Lazar and looks up at the new glyph. [The glyph looks a bit crude but seems to be functioning fine.] Huh. It's a nice look for ya, Laz. * Lazar grins. "Thanks. Feel... different, kind of. Not just headache." Yeah, sure. * Maria giggles. "Well, as long as it's a good different feeling?" You oughtta notice the effects next time you try to hurt something. * Lazar grins. "Already feel it, kind of. Before, it like moving through thick liquid... like lag between think do something and do it. No feel that anymore." Hmm... Well, I wouldn't know, personally. (Ensof has such a way with words.) Again, thank you. If ever you need help from big stone guy, I usually somewhere around Fugahoka Technical University campus. I'll keep it in mind. * Lazar nods. "Can have hammer and chisel back?" * Ensof hands them back. ( No! They're mine now! ) Uhm, I suppose I could help pick up the tab, if you don't need big stone guys for much. * Ensof shrugs. "Won't know what I need 'til I need it." * Lazar puts them back in his pouch, then palms his pendant again, reactivating his illusion. Under his long bangs you can still see the new glyph, though it appears as a tattoo of sorts. In this kind of business, though, it's always good to have a few favors you can call in. * Lazar nods. "If need, call. Goodbye, and again thanks." *starts to head out* * Ensof waves. "Ciao." * Maria waves and shuffles out hurriedly. [Mini end]