[Cain]

-Leon was shocked when he saw the second little girl walk forward this causing him to rip the basket off the first before walking backwards and falling over pointing at her”Hell is going on here, why are there two of you when did another little girl get i’m my apartment”. He wasn’t sure what was going on but he was curious so he sat up and then stood up as he walked over to her. He looked between them one after the other and rubbed his head” I feel like my head is trying to see something that is not there”. He sighed and walked over to his table picking up a cup of coffee drinking it quickly”I can come with you to D.C as ill say the case im on will take me there, I normally travel all over the country when im on duty because the cases I deal with are for the big shots that don’t tend to stay in the place they committed the crime”. Leon grabbed his cell snapped it open and talked it over with his boss before giving D.C a call and telling them he would be in there jurisdiction look over a cold case and they gave him limited Power to ask questions and determine if someone should be brought in.

He looked to the child” If we need to leave soon I can rent a car as I wont be able to take my cruiser”. He decided to call ahead and tell them he wanted something fast. He then walked over to his safe getting his badge and his four pistols ready. He wasn’t sure what to expect so he wanted to be ready he did not like walking in useless.-

[Silver]

She rolled off the bed and as soon as she did she watched fluff and her tablet explode into the air. Then pain shot through her body and she screamed and that was the only sound she heard. Her brain kicked into high gear and she pushed from where she was and pain shot through her. One of the bullets hard grazed her left arm and blood was running down it the arm had also been jerked out of socket and was hanging at her side she pushed to the door also confused it was open then another bullet had torn through this time hitting her shoulder and she felt an intense sense of pain. She heard the sound of flesh tearing and blood pouring out but the only blood had been from the pink mist in the air that had once been her shoulder. Body spun and got thrown out into the empty living room. When she got spun into the living room she lost her balance only to have her motion stopped and replaced with a new one as her body started to jerk and in the back ground bits of plaster wood and drywall filled the air creating a dusty shattered background as blood ripped from her body small burn marks where forming on her skin as some of the bullets ripped through her from the electrical currents that where ripping through her body. Her skin burst in areas causing boiled blood from the electrical current to splatter out from her body. In her mind she was screaming, but no sound came from her mouth as she watched the scene in front of her. Soon her one arm raised as she tried to move again as she reached trying to move to get to the kitchen counter her forearm went flying as blood flew from the clean cut stump of her arm then she feel forward as another clean cut came across her left knee causing her calf to go flying backwards causing her to topple over to the side as dark red flowed from her leg and she started to choke on her own blood as it came gurgling from her mouth bubbling as she tried to breath. Her head lulled to the side as the window in the kitchen shattered sending glass spraying into the apartment the blinds tarring off the wall and hitting the ground. The cabinets burst into splinters as the high caliber bullet ripped through the apartment and caught her on the upper edge of her right eye socket. The bullet colliding with her skull caused it to explode taking the upper right quarter of her head off exposing grey matter and more blood to the air as her vision started to go dark. The blood oozing through her head was already starting to blacken and look coagulated. As the area around the wound was already starting to look like she had been dead for several hours. Soon the bubbles in her mouth stopped as her one eye was open but the eyeball had been popped out from the force of the bullet that took off the upper right portion of her head. After just a minute when the last of the electrical charge that had ripped through her body dissipated her heart stopped but not from lack of blood. One final bullet ripped into the apartment missing any obstacle and hit her chest making a pink mist and a greasy smear on the floor. A gaping hole was left in her chest cavity where her heart had once been.

[Lord English]

The flight was swift, it was a private class plane but no one minded him being on it. It had docked at the airport to be used as a spare vessel while another one was in reserve. Whilst on the plane, he gazed at the wing, noting a familiar symbol that he wasn’t going to bring up to anyone he’d know. It was blue and gold, the center of the blue containing a gold bullet. He sighed and waited for the fast plane to land, a usually 6 hour trip taking much less than he had originally planned. He got off into the airport and took out his cell phone. On it he hit a button and traced to Manticore’s phone and it showed there was someone beside Manticore or at least near. He looked at the number and noted that it was unknown to him and he decided to give it a dial. He was cautious though, moving through the airport and hitting to call the unfamiliar number, waiting for the answer of which he’d say, “Caio.”

[Cain]

-Leon answered the phone hearing a males voice with an Italian greeting he looked to the baby and his eyes seemed to show annoyance”Hello, How may I help the Mafia today”. He did not like the idea of communicating with those that lived lives full of crime. He would hear this man out and if he did not speak correctly Leon would bring him in for his past discrepancies. He wasn’t what this man would bring with him so he walked over picking up his shot gun and sat in his easy chair and looked to the front door only way in and there was no windows that you could see him sitting there from. He picked up his cell phone and typed a text that would be sent to his boss if he were to lose his life tonight and did not cancel it by morning.-

[Lord English]

Bell’uomo smirked at the comment of the clearly American male. He knew this bode unwell from the tone used but he would continue anyway. “I see she has already filled you in,” He spoke gladly and in American, hoping to quell some of the tension he was feeling through the phone as he made his way to track the phone to the destination. “I am sure she has already told you what is the reason for acquiring your services, as I am the one who called for such a thing as I am the victim. I will be arriving at your apartment shortly and will take you and her to my apartment in the District of Columbia. I believe that would be a fine place to start your investigation.” He pulled the phone from his ear and hit a button, this sent a notification to a limo driver the coordinates of where to arrive. Then he pressed the phone back up to his ear as he kept walking, knowing the driver could track him as he went. “Perhaps even a statement from a near victim himself?”

[Peridot]

Manticore chuckled at the confusion the poor detective showed at her trick: he really would need to get used to illusions if he were to deal with the Mafia. She was grateful that he had ripped the laundry basket off, since it was more than annoying to be trapped underneath there.

Since he was busy making the necessary arrangements, she decided to fill him in on the flame types in the car since she was definitely keeping Leon. His reactions were just too funny even if he did have the lack of common sense to speak so sarcastically to the head of a mafia family. Still, the young illusionist decided to patiently wait for Leon to finish with his phone call since he had at least given her that luxury.

In the meantime, Manticore dispelled the illusion surrounding Carmen so that the image of the second little girl was replaced by the form of her pangolin companion. The mist flame user gave the scaly animal a compassionate scratch underneath some of the armor plates and made sure to politely occupy her time elsewhere so as not to eavesdrop.

[Cain]

-Leon sighed “alright will be waiting here”. Leon turned to his little guest “looks like your boss is coming to us, could you take the time to explain how you did that trick or should we wait on him”. He got up from his position and began to walk back and forth the gun swinging back and forth as he argued with himself thinking he should take the child to a police department before arresting the male and hauling his ass to a prison cell to never be seen again. He felt nature call so he went and used the bathroom washing his hands and putting down the seat before he came out with the gun raised in case he arrived while he was occupied.-

[Lord English]

Bell’uomo smirked and hung up after hearing the male’s words. He then stopped and saw his limo drive up. He checked the driver, seeing it was the proper one and entered. He then directed him where to drive to. To his luck is wasn’t too far away. He opened a mini fridge and decided a take two on his wine incident from before. He took out a glass and set it in a holder. He took out a bottle and carefully poured it into the glass. He filled it about halfway then looked at the bottle. He looked back at the class and gave a sigh. He pressed the bottle to his lips and took a few swigs from it, he was going to actually need it this time. He lowered it and watched the street signs go by. Before he could think, the bottle was empty and they were a block from his destination. He placed the bottle away and then downed the glass before the car stopped.

He placed them away and took a sideways step out of the vehicle and stopped himself from falling forward. He leaned against the limo for a moment then said, “How long was that wine in there?” The driver just gave a shrug and looked back forward. Bell’uomo thought and remembered that he normally restocked the limo and the last time he put wine in the mini fridge was half a year ago or so. He shook his head and whispered to himself, “Cattiva idea. (Bad idea.)” Then he walked to the door of the apartment and looked at his tracking phone and looked up, almost falling backwards a little. “Fanculo questo. (Fuck this.)”

He ushered himself inside and forced himself as best as he could to walk in a straight line. He pressed the door to the elevator and waited a moment. He got inside and pressed the top floor, watching his phone. He saw it say he was getting closer but he giggled at his phone a tad. Once the doors opened on the top floor, he walked out and followed the phone to the door with the highest signal. He reached out to knock on the door but fell into it instead with a loud thud. He stood himself back up swiftly and knocked like a gentleman and straightened out his suit.

[Peridot]

Manticore raised an eyebrow, a little surprised since it seemed like Bell’uomo had been in such a rush to get away and avoid pursuit just moments before. The Arcobaleno covered her surprise quickly and then nodded. “I suppose I should. This is very important, so listen up.” The young girl leaped up onto the kitchen counter so she could be at eye level with Leon. “Everyone is driven by a different kind of resolve, or purpose in life. We call these “Dying Will Flames” and the stronger the person’s will then the purer the flame. Only a select few can see these flames, and even less can use them without intense training”

At a flick of her wrist, an indigo fog-like flame burned and flickered in Manticore’s outstretched palm. “This is an example of one of the many types of Dying Will Flames a person can have. There are a large variety but the seven you are most likely to come across are: Sky, Storm, Rain, Sun, Lightning, Cloud and Mist. The flame you see before you is a Mist flame.”

She paused to make sure he was continuing to pay attention and then elaborated, “All of the flames have a different ability which goes along with it. Mist’s ability is Construction, and it primarily used by illusionists to make more material illusions. That doppleganger you saw was just a simple illusion trick, but Mist flames would allow for more complicated illusions. I am here to find out and train you in your particular type of Dying Will Flame and give you a ring. Most people require a special ring to channel their resolve into a physical flame.”

At that point, the detective left to go to the bathroom, and Manticore heard the thud against the door and looked up and expectantly at Leon as he exited the room. “It’s your apartment,” she responded.

[Cain]

-Leon listened to the explanation on the different flame types fascinating and the fact she wanted to train him meant he might be possible to use a flame himself. He was weary as illusions were tricks and those who play tricks weren’t always truthful so he would have to watch her closely all the same he was glad she had explained everything to him. He wean’t to the bathroom and once he came out he heard the thud on the door so he walked up to it with the shotgun raised and real quick through the door opened and the gun never left his hand as it would now be pointed at the Mafia boss’s head” speak fast or you’ll never speak again”. He was afraid what this male could do if she was like her or another flame worried him about what the other flame abilities were if mist was Construction what could the others do.-

[Peridot]

Manticore scowled with a small frown on her face, feeling an enormous measure of frustration at her protege, “You’re being rude to your guest, Leon.” Really, what kind of manners were they teaching these kids nowadays? She took the moment to roll her eyes before deciding that the detective was far too jumpy to tolerate her jumping onto his shoulder. The obvious fear and panic in his voice was incredibly unbecoming when dealing with anyone, let alone a potential ally. “I apologize for the detective’s behavior, he seems to be a bit overwhelmed. I suppose I should have used a gentler touch with him…”

[Lord English]

Bell’uomo chuckled at the shotgun and heard Manticore scolding him after the threat, though he wasn’t taking it as one. He said, “Ciao, il mio Bell’uomo è il tuo nome parlo ad avere bisogno di voi… (Hello, my Bell’uomo is your name I talk to need to you.)” He then remembered he was in America and corrected himself and tried to get his head in a straight thought process. “Greetings, my name is Bell’uomo. I just want to give you information on the case.” He then looked at Manticore and spoke swiftly, “Prima ancora di chiedere, qualcuno ha drogato il mio vino. Sto lottando con essa trattare, come potete vedere. (Before you even ask, someone drugged my wine. I am fineing with it deal as you can see.)” He was slowly burning it off and was straightening himself out. He then spoke again to the detective, “Shotguns are so distasteful.” He turned his head back to Manticore then and said, “Inoltre, quello che hai fatto a lui per fargli così divertente? (Also, what did you do to him to make him so funny?)”

[Cain]

-Leon backed up a little bit and lowered gun slowly so that it was now pointing at the ground before placing it on the counter never taking his eye off the male. He sat down on one of the kitchen bar stools while directing his guest to relax in the recliner.”then explain away this is still unbecoming of an officer in my shoes to be talking to someone in the mafia, and they were to find out they would begin to believe be bribed and Id lose my job and be put in prison”. He was not happy at all nor was the child being mixed up in all this particularity enjoyable, it all made no sense to him and the more he thought about it the more he wanted to punch the bastard for the mess he was making. He instead got up and made himself a cup of coffee offering the male a glass aswell to hopefully sober him up before he spoke hoping to shock them both” qui si ubriaca, Sono Leon”{ Here you drunk, I am Leon}. He went back to his bar stool and set his cup down on the counter next to the shot gun while he waited for all the information before he decided to help him or shoot him though it did seem someone was after this man.-

[Peridot]

“Parli italiano? Eccellente una cosa meno devo insegnarti.” (YOu speak Italian? Excellent, one less thing I have to teach you.) Manticore replied with genuinely pleased surprise. That made everything just a little bit easier that he could speak Italian and converse with not only the mafia bosses but the lower ranking mafiosos as well. To Bell’uomo she said in her higher-pitched toddler voice, “Sono sorpreso sei caduto per quel trucco.” (I’m surprised you fell for that trick.) She didn’t want to imply that the man was slipping since he had sounded genuinely distressed about whatever force he had encountered in the west, but poison was one of the oldest tricks in the book. Speaking of that alarming phone call… The thief gave the boss a significant look as Leon walked back to the bar and whispered, “After you are finished here, I’d like to hear about your trip west.”

As Leon settled over by the counter, the Arcobaleno elaborated. “I was just beginning to explain and demonstrate the power of Dying Will Flames to Leon, here. ” She then decided to sit on the sofa she had been on last night with Carmen curled up at the illusionist’s side and better hear what the mafia boss came to tell them.

[Lord English]

Bell’uomo was also pleasantly surprised with the fact he could speak Italian, then he sighed and chuckled. He knew the man could be in trouble for speaking with a known mafioso, but even so, there was not a single crime to the family name other than a murder no one could prove. He strode to the recliner and sat himself down, Manticore saying how he shouldn’t have fallen for it. He leaned over to her and said, “It was undetectable, my instinct didn’t even tell me it was in there. It was my own bottle that only I handle.” He looked at the coffee and despite knowing the male had no intent of truly helping other than to catch criminals, he accepted it but just held it. He heard Manticore’s whisper and gave her a nod. He then said, “So, the flames, interesting that you would choose this man.” He chuckled to himself before looking up at Leon on the barstool, “The information I have to tell is not just all talk, I left the rotting corpses in my mansion since no one would take them.” He chuckled a bit and said, “Something about not wanting to get into the mafia’s business.” He looked at the coffee a moment and debated with himself. “First piece of information you need to know is that there WAS over five hundred members and the only ones investigated were my wife and children.” He sniffed the coffee and sipped it.