[Locked to Byakuran, Shouichi]

[ordenmagier]

*It's already evening, and Isaak's immense lab is completely empty, but he isn't too perturbed, as he lights a clove and brings it to his lips, taking a long, slow drag, looking out the window.

Just another day of business.*

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[killing_sweep]

[There's a confidence to Byakuran's step that can't be denied. Even with Shouichi's words still fresh on the network, it would be hard to tell that the mafia boss had any precautions on his mind beyond his slightly dressed down appearance. White Spell's uniform was truly too recognizable to wear to such a meeting.

He slows as he reaches their destination, hands resting in his pockets at a lazy angle as he tilts his head to the side, making certain Shouichi is still in line.]

[sub_x_rosa]

*He follows, as always, a point and a step behind. He's a little more careful, bright green eyes observing their surroundings before he glances back at Byakuran. He'd decided to wear a simple collared black shirt, though the jeans stayed.

Well then, this was quiet.*

[ordenmagier]

*He snaps his fingers, and the large doors slide open. Still dressed impeccable in a tailor-made mourning suit, he nods to them, slipping into the German accent he tends to use from time to time*

Guten abend, gentlemen.

[killing_sweep]

[Byakuran has to smile at the style and grace which with he's been greeted. The City's villains knew how to craft the world to their whims, not dissimilar to the families that had dominated the landscape of Italy before Byakuran had made his mark.

He applauds softly, returning in heavily accented voice.]

Guten abend, Isaak-kun.