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         Echo was hopelessly lost, wandering Skye after leaving the Cuilin mountains and training with Scathach. She had hoped Scathach might know have a clue where Lugh was since she had trained his reincarnation before it crapped out on him. The devoted monk hadn't had much to offer her in way of leads, but the damned woman wouldn't let her leave unless Rokket could overpower her.

"Stubborn bitch had a mean punch too. Lugh knows how long I was stuck there..." Secretly though, the Sidhe girl enjoyed perfecting her art, and the pain Scathach wasn't willing to hold back; the girl walked barefoot through a stream enjoying the cool sensation of fresh flowing glacial water rolling past her feet while reminiscing how the woman reminded her of daddy. The few people she HAD met since leaving Dun Scaith in the Cuilin mountains didn't understand her or were pretending not to, and they ALL ran from her screaming in terror when she used magic to try and communicate visually.

Finally she found a translator, a dog-sized cat, which had introduced itself as a Cat Sith and translator for hire. They quickly exchanged words in her native tongue, in which the cat told her the price of its services. "I'm afraid I've no money to pay you, and my belongings are treasured gifts I could never part with." The Sidhe girl shot back quickly and with slightly too much vehemency. Rokket contemplated playing cutesy and dumb to get the Cat's cooperation. I could certainly make money easily too...

In the end she decided this was knowledge she needed now, as she could afford no more detours; and began to violently pour over the knowledge from the Cat Sith and yank what she needed out using magic, probably ruining it's brain in the process, but she honestly could NOT care less. The creature just collapsed into a mass of black fur, if it was conscious, it made no indication as the Sidhe girl happily skipped away with a decent understanding of Gaelic.

         Los Angeles had been settled by the Tongva Natives many years before the Spanish arrived. Though they lost the land to them eventually, and now it was a sprawling metropolis that proclaimed humanity gives no fucks. I sort of liked that about the city. So there I was; Skid row in the city of Angels hunting a devil wearing the guise of a human. I mean a literal devil that had been shapeshifting into humans to eat and harass the city-goers. The activity had the city's police on alert which was causing more and more children of Caine to break the Masquerade accidentally as they were now being flagged for things they had taken for granted.

"Such as seducing a young girl down a dark alley!" I called out to a couple making out in a thin alley that barely existed between too building. I could practically smell the fetid leech from here, courtesy of my magically enhanced senses. "Imagine how easy it'd be to accidentally become Mellow John's next victim. Or mistaken as one and have your lover shown True Death" The leech looked at me dumbfounded as i strolled past. I could hear him asking his current victim if she'd prefer to go back to his place as I continued past.

John earned the moniker, Mellow, due to never changing emotions no matter where or how you found him. People who survived his gory attempts on their life relayed that he just kept up that same lazy smile all the while violently tearing into them with his claws, never targeting vitals. He'd even just shrugged off rifle rounds while staring with that dull look of joy. He likes to make it last, I can respect that. Bezalel taunted me, knowing full well I had concerns about him trying to stop me from finding this thing. "No I have my worries, these wounds don't look like claws caused them, and the Primogen labeled it 'a Devil,' what does that even mean? They have no clue what's going on in this city." It was getting colder as the night continued and my breath formed condensation as I talked to me, myself, and Bezalel.

It was my fourth night at this and so far I had only stopped a mugging, committed a mugging, and wasted four nights chasing a snipe. I looked at the gun I had taken from those three punks swaggering about looking to rob someone for a few seconds. I should toss this, I thought as I pocketed the .45 the boys must have only recently got.

It was almost morning when I found Mellow John. Still that fourth night, I had a chai tea latte in my hand and was sipping on the still too hot beverage when I heard someone screaming like they were being, well, murdered. "That's my cue." I said, throwing the entire cup into the nearby waste bin. I pulled down my mask and re-oriented my hood to hide my face and sprinted towards the noise; my shadow trembling with excitement as it felt me drawing together my power. I swear if Nazuul is playing me on this I am cleansing his entire clan from this Earth.