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Misha gave a small wave back before speaking. "Seems we have the apartment situation under control. I presume the shopping went well, you two get some new purses?" He joked. "So what's the game plan now, where next?" He asked afterwards he he leaned forward on the couch.

"I suppose that law might be real if this was Full Metal Alchemist and the only magic possible was Alchemy. But with the lack of alchemist practitioners and the fact that creating gold is a hassle in itself already, no one really does it. No problem, no law against it, right?" Misha retorted as he pulled out a small silver colored pen from his coat. He twirled it around in his fingers before he balled his hand into a fist around it. A feint glow could be seen inside of his hand. "However with runes almost anything is possible, it just takes a lot of energy to do. Overextending it would be quite a strain on you. Everything in moderation, they say." He opened his hand and now the whole pen seemed to be made out of gold instead. "Oops... I'm sorry officer, please don't lock me up in the fun jail!" He said dramatically as he placed it back into his coat. (Specific band T-Shirts, Specific Car and Gun brands have been already brought up so I figure this can be too.)

Misha sat down on a couch and leaned back, waving the glove illusion off his hands. "Despite my ruthless actions and lack of mercy while fighting, I try to be as pleasant as I can while not. Plus she probably would of found out sooner or later, then I'd have to use completely unnecessary force against her just because I didn't want to shell out a fraction of my earnings. Or we could have the police on us too." He explained. "Seeing I still work for the government of course they still know I live, almost everyone else on Morden however doesn't know. It keeps it so I'm not so easily tracked down and attacked in my own house. Money isn't a problem however, even if I run out, and that would be hard, Lily can still tap into any ATM we see. And I can just make gold from my hands and sell it at a pawn shop if push comes to shove." He finished with a chuckle.

Misha nodded and fished something out of his coat. "However before you take your leave I think it would be best if I paid you?" He stated as he brandished his wallet and pulled out the six thousand five hundred notes she needed for the apartment and held it out over to Sonata. He figured by now the rest of the group would be getting close to arriving.

Misha stepped out from the elevator and walked over to the door. He took the keys and pocketed the red and green one, probably to give to the rest of the group. "I suppose I'll do the honors." He said as he opened the main door with the blue key. Afterwards he stowed the key away somewhere in his clothes.

Misha let his eyes wander as he viewed the building from the inside, looking rather pleased with everything. "Quite a nice place here If I do say so myself." He said, eyeing down the security and inspecting everything he could before the elevator arrived. He tried to take in every detail in case it's useful later on.

"The pleasure is all mine, Sonata." Misha continued as he returned to a normal posture, now noticing the gloves. "Of course, lead the way." He finished as he waited for her to start. He wondered just who this girl exactly was. Judging by her name he figured she might be a musician.

Misha looked over to Sayaa before he exited the car and whispered. "This shouldn't take too long, but if you're coming with use your powers to look a bit less... medieval." He opened the door exited the car, his personality doing a one eighty and flipping to a much more pleasant demeanor. "Ah madame, that would be lovely. However first I must ask what your name is." He stated as he walked over. He kept his hands held behind his back to hide his tattoos seeing he couldn't get his gloves from the trunk.

Misha finished driving to the apartment and parked out in front of the building. He saw someone on the side of the road by an expensive car and rolled down his window. "You the girl renting the apartment here?" He called out over to her and waited for a response.

"Greetings Miss, this Misha Zoloto, I'm a tourist visiting from Morden. Me and a few of my friends saw your ad wanting to rent out your apartment and I'm calling to see if we could snag your offer? If so we could meet outside the building and I could pay with cash." Misha stated, trying to keep his voice as polite and friendly as he could. He wasn't too far from the apartment now.

Misha finished his chocolate shake."Everything in moderation." He commented. "Haven't quite called yet, didn't want to be mid conversation and have them pick up." Misha explained as he switched his phone back over to the number and called it to set up the meeting. (Not sure If I'll control the person or if Azura will)

"I see... I suppose that fixes that. Smoking's no good for you though." Misha said with a chuckle. "Ehhhhhh, I don't dislike her. Her personality has probably kept me sane in the past year. But due to the fact we differ so greatly in that same field I often find her actions to be an annoyance. She aims to help people no matter who they are even if she isn't the best at it. I on the other hand aim to not do that. Even so, it was smart for them to pair her with me. She makes up for what I lack in ballistic attacks and utility. I make up for her lack of magical power and killing intent." Misha turned another corner. "She just likes everything, I'm definitely no exception."

"Pretty much, my other partner died and I didn't really need them anymore either. So they set me up with my long lost car destroyer recently. Now it seem I'm the trainer instead this time. However she isn't an assassin and instead more of a glorified police officer, so we have to go on much more frivolous tasks. I'm not strictly an assassin either, so they can make me." He said as he flipped his phone screen away from the number and into a photo album. All of the pictures depicted Misha and another person standing right next to him with varying scenes behind them. As compared to Misha's bored face the other's was positively ecstatic. It was a slightly taller than average girl with a normal body shape that looked about twenty three. She had slightly below shoulder lengrth blue hair that matches the color of the same blue painted on police cars. She had bright red eyes with bangs that seemed to often cover up her left eye. The clothing she was was clearly military based. A forest camo winter jacket with a black fur collar, light blue dress shirt with rolled up sleeves, skinny black pants, and black leather boots. "Helping out the law enforcement with various things, bodyguarding, accompanying military operations are just a few examples. She makes me take pictures at every mission to remember them. I never knew someone could be so excited to stand guard out in front of a building" Misha explained. "...You don't quite look like you're of drinking age?" Misha commented afterwards.

"The esper... They're quite hard to take care of too, and I can't get them to leave me alone either. But as long as they still pay me I don't really mind having to spend my work hours socializing instead of driving eight hours just to strangle someone in their sleep." He continued with a sigh as he finished his cheeseburger. He took another sip of his shake before he thought of her second question. "Little bit of column A little bit of column B. Long ago relations with others were something I practically dreamed of having. However nobody else seemed to like me no matter how much I tried. So I just grew to hate everyone besides myself instead. In fact for my whole life in Morden no one has ever legitimately tried to befriend me besides the person who also blew up my car." He finished as he pulled out his phone and got the number to the apartments owner up.

Misha thought for a moment as he turned the corner on the street. He took a sip of his shake and suddenly spoke. "Desperation would be the best way to describe it." He commented. "Morden isn't the most friendly place to be. Opportunities are at best, scarce. So I taught myself magic and soon started working for the government. I had to use force to get myself anywhere good back in Dracholt. Eventually I was put to work as an assassin." He explained. "First job didn't go as well as I had hoped. Had to kill some rich guy who was plotting against the government. Everything went fine up until I was leaving. I had sped out into the highway in a car to avoid getting chased by his guards. My joy was quickly interrupted when a clinically insane tech esper police officer shot a bazooka at me for speeding. My car did a full front flip before it landed on its back and slid to a stop. It was worth it to see the chief of police practically kissing my shoes in apology afterwards. Now I have to work with that Fruitloop back at the headquarters though." Misha finished.

Misha looked out the window over to the restaurant. "Oh... I suppose that works too." He said as he drove the car over into it's parking lot. He went through the drive thru, inspecting the menu until he heard a worker speak and ask him what he wanted. "Two cheese burgers, and two chocolate shakes, that'll be all." He said, figuring he'd keep it simple. He drove up to the second window and paid, and then got the food and left the parking lot and off to the apartments. He passed Sayaa's food over and got to eating his own cheeseburger.

"Sure, sounds fine to me. You'll probably want to take that nap once we get to the apartment though. Unless you're fine with sleeping in the car." Misha said as he fiddled with the Gps and a list of fast food places from an app came up on the screen. "Your choice, I'm not a picky eater as long as they don't explicitly sell corndogs or something." He said as he waited. Misha got the text from Hikari and pulled out his phone, reading carefully before responding. "Good thing I haven't starting driving yet or we might be out in the ditch right now." He said to Sayaa before he texted back. "Mkay. Should there be some sort of front desk guy I pay? Or am I going to have to hunt down this person myself?" He asked.

Misha pulled out his phone and found the same apartment as before. He made a mental note of the directions to it and then turned back to Hikari. "Alright, we better get going. If I arrive there first I'll be parked outside the place until the rest of us show up." He commented as he exited the building and walked over to his car. He unlocked the door and the passenger side door for Sayaa and entered, starting up the car afterward. There was a GPS in his Bentley, so he started it up and put a waypoint on the apartment building to help him throughout the city. "Seems we'll be going for a bit of a roadtrip, eh? Anything important you want to do on the way there." He asked Sayaa.

Misha looked at the cat in his lap. "An entertaining way of practicing if I do say so myself." He commented as he looked over to his cane. "I suppose that about sums it up. Magic is my specialty, however nothing beats the old school feel of using a blade or firing a gun if the situation isn't severe enough to justify vaporizing everything in the vicinity. I tend to try to disguise my weapons as best as possible for a surprise however. Sword in a cane, knives in the tips of my shoes, switchblade pen, stuff like that. Makes getting through security with them far easier too." He added before he turned his attention to Hikari. "Looks good to me, since we already got fifteen thousand notes from Lily's ATM trip the price wont be a problem either. View should help with directions too." He finished as he walked over to the door. "Either way if we've settled on the place we should probably get going. Sayya, you want to ride shotgun with me? After all a few of you are missing cars."

Misha looked a bit confused as to what Sayaa was doing for a moment. "A rapier, I didn't use it too much except for training at the time. But it it was incredibly sharp. I originally got it from a fight to the death with a metal esper. It's served me well when needed so far." Misha explained, trying to deduce what Sayaa was doing. However he figured it had to do with making a past model of him.

Misha looked over to Sayaa, giving off a quick chuckle. "I can't say I didn't get what I deserved though. There always will be consequences for living the life of what is in the simplest terms, a murderer. Mine just happens to be getting a... pre-refurbished cane sword stuck through my rib cage. And a few other things but that's the main one. If I woulda been a good little boy I would've saved myself a lot of physical and mental pain. However I'd probably be dead broke on the streets too. Trying to take care of a jobless witch and myself out in a cabin while trying to not get mugged and shot on my way to the dollar coffee shop." He said as he got up from the pile of boxes he was sitting on. "Either way unless anyone has any final words to end the tale I think I'll be done reminiscing in my past for now." He said as he took a silly bow and then collapsed right back down into the cardboard cushions under him.

"That would be the day I described to Sayaa preceding this story. Despite the fact none of us really died the day I got kicked off the boat as compared to Kali's death. It hit me a bit harder due to the fact my senses hadn't really been dulled to things like that yet, I never really expected It I suppose. However I'd consider both of them to be just about as bad really." Misha said. "The reason I have no empathy could be that no one really has been truly empathetic towards me. I don't really know how to have empathy either. Nor would a person like me have a reason to." He continued. "Having empathy wouldn't really get me anything either. I wont win the magical prize box anytime soon by caring for someone again."

"Well your job sounds rather fun." Misha said with a chuckle. "I'm not the type of guy who likes spoilers though. You'll have to show me once it gets done. And hey, might even save us in a pinch too." He added with a grin before he heard Zeke. "I thought I got a bit too caught up in the moment with Sword-Boy back there..." Misha commented as he sat up in his box, his tone shifting from giddy while talking about Lily's weapons Lily to serious all too quickly. "Would you believe it if I told you that in my youth I was a rather soft guy? I had a hard time even hurting anyone. However eventually I had to take my job, I couldn't stand working in a assembly line or just being a dirty underground fighter anymore there. I hated it during that time, but besides that everything before my twenties went rather smoothly until I took that dive into the sea. Now that I was out of friends there was only one person left I thought I could count on. My partner, Kali." He explained, taking a few moments before he continued. "When you start off, they'll pair you with another experienced assassin to show you the ropes. Or you will have duo some jobs anyways. And my partner was always Kali, a native of the Axoanan Deserts and the city of Xevera. Coming from a mixed family of a Mordenic man and a Axoanan woman. Much like a lot of people from Xevera, she was also an excellent bladesmith. However her parents were killed at an early age and she was eventually picked up by the Mordenic government to be trained as an assassin. Better to start them off at a early age it seems. Either way, she taught me much of what I know now." Misha explained. "For about five years we went on numerous missions before all that came to a rather untimely end. She abruptly grew rather too close to me, something I was too gullible to try to find any fault in despite how suspicious it seemed. I didn't want to believe anything was wrong I guess. Later on in the week I learned that the same person who set my old friend after me had learned I was still alive and tried to quickly stomp me out again. Before he could do anything I sped my way over to his residence and dealt with all of his guards. However my fun came to a rather abrupt end when I found the man who was trying to kill me himself, and who was at side as his last ditch guard, Kali." Misha said, an odd grin on his face despite the mood of the story he was telling. He pulled the ring off his finger, fiddling with it as he started off again. "Turns out this guy really had it out for me after he received word that I had killed his brother in an earlier mission. He didn't want to just kill me, he wanted me to suffer... Originally Kali was supposed to kill me in my own house when I least expected it. However thankfully I foiled that plan before it came to fruition. But to say the least, Kali outmatched me, and to top that off I could barely bring myself to fight back against her. All the experience she had with me already told her my weaknesses." Misha said with a sigh "I eventually found myself backed against the wall, palms cut to the point where I could no longer use them for magic, disarmed, and slowly losing my strength because of the poison she used on her sword. I begged her to stop, however it was as the expression goes, a cry on deaf ears. She was willing to kill me with a smile on her face." Misha said with a chuckle. "So... you may be curious as to how I'm still alive even while being up to my elbows in bullshit, eh? Well it wasn't that I got her to change her mind, that failed. I used this instead." Misha said as he held up his ring with a very feint rune carved into the middle of it. "She had accounted for everything I had besides this little thing right here. My trump card for surprise attacks, if you will." Misha explained as he put the ring back on and held a fist up towards the wall. The rune glowed for a moment before a pencil sized needle of gold metal shot out at high speeds across the room and embedded into the wall. "It uses a lot of energy, but can pay off in some situations when it's needed. And in that moment I was looking right into the eyes of one of the hardest decisions I've ever faced; Die, or kill the only other person I've ever cared for... It's clear what I chose seeing I'm still here. I sent a good thousand notes worth of gold right into her heart before she could end me." Misha finished, stopping his story for a few moments as he thought. "She quickly died off on the floor, bleeding out before she could even utter a word from her shocked face. Afterwards I obviously gave the mastermind behind this his own death, not quite as quick as Kali's. Aaaaaand then passed out on the front lawn. Thus ending number two on the top worst days I've ever had." "You ask why I have no empathy, no care for others, a bit more detached from the real world? Well I suppose It's because I can't quite survive with empathy, it would eat me from the inside out. I can't afford to care for others because it only leaves me with disappointment in the end. I have to be insane to still function after knowing all the things I've done. Would you say that's a fair explanation?" Misha asked Zeke. "However I still have some self control, I wouldn't try to hurt anyone unless they try to hurt me first. If that's what you're worried about. Any questions boys and girls?"

"Cold as it might be, learning from the ordeal and trying to not grow attached to anyone no matter who they might be to me ended up saving me later on. It wasn't the last time someone tried to take my life by using my own emotions against me. That time I was far more prepared. It just seems the people that I meet just aren't really all too kind." He said with a sigh and a shrug before he turned to Lily, fishing something out from the side of his pants. He pulled out a MP-443 Grach and twirled it around for a moments before he grabbed a magazine from his coat. "Picked up one of these babies and a few extra special treats on the way here, freshly shipped from Morden. Reminds me of home... I've never been told I'm the best teacher but I think I can tell you the basics." He said. "Slip in the mag, loaded preferably. Make sure the safety is off if you're going to fire. Pull back the slide, line up the sights with the guy who's about to have a bad day. And finally pull the trigger. If you want to reload the slide should be locked open, push the mag release to cycle out of the spent magazine and replace it with a new one. Push down the slide release and you're good to go." He explained, demonstrating all the actions with his gun besides actually shooting it. "And that's about all I can tell you, I do more firing then studying with them. If you need something more I think Zeke here could tell you." He said with a chuckle "I presume that by arms dealer you mean bombs and missiles considering your request? And I also presume you intend to build guns with your ability after you learn about them?" Misha asked as he fiddled with the gun, careful to make sure it didn't accidentally go off. "If that's the case I also have some more dangerous things in the car." He finished.

Misha thought for a moment. "If I remember right it took almost one point six millions notes and a ticket out of Morden to get the backstabbing witch to kick me off a cruise ship while it was sailing. And when I say she was a backstabbing witch I mean it rather literally, considering she was indeed a witch. Up in Morden her kind are pursued rather viciously. I protected her for quite a long time, however despite all my efforts, that didn't sound quite as good as a way out of Morden entirely and a rather good start at a new life." He explained. "I can never know for sure, but I do believe she really had intentions of killing me. I should of died that day, but life clung on to me like a disease. I'm lucky that a fisherman's boat picked me up hours later though." He continued before he thought about what Sayaa finished with. "It's good for her that I would still be considered dead to this day. I've laid rather low since that day to keep that facade running. I still had to work, however there haven't been any survivors or witnesses since. I suppose coming out here could be considered my vacation from it." Misha finished as he twirled his cane around.