sixth soul | video

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[The video cuts on to a very irate looking Johannes, messily cutting the pituitary gland out of the brain of a human corpse. There are six or seven overturned vials in the background. One of them is smoking, and he fixes the PCD with a sour look as he looms over the body.]

Necromancy here works on animals.

[As if on cue, a half-rotted dog walks

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-ah.

[He smiles]

Johannes Cabal.

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[His eyes cut up briefly, containing only the barest hint of curiosity.]

My reputation precedes me. [You must know Horst.]

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I've met you before.

[A cloying little smirk.]

But it's a pleasure to do so again. [He inclines his head.] Yuca Collabell.

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A pleasure? Clearly we didn't talk much the last time I was here.

[Aaaand extracting some bile.]

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We didn't, no.

[An amused little smile at the words though.]

But I'm pleased to get another chance to speak with you, nevertheless.

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I'd warn you against that. You're setting yourself up for disappointment.

[He does flick his eyes briefly to the camera, though.]

A friend of Horst's? [He honestly can't imagine why else anyone would be pleased to get a chance to speak with him.]

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One with similar research interests.

[Yuca presses a finger to his lips, still a little sly.]

Though I'd rather this conversation not get to him, for various reasons.

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A vampire, too? Or someone with similar ailments.

Why? Has he forbidden you from talking with me?

[Johannes doesn't sound upset, angry, or even distantly bothered. Possibly amused. As amused as Johannes gets, at least.]

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In the broadest sense of the term.

[Raising a pointed eyebrow to where the deceased dog had been.]

He hasn't- he's simply mentioned that you're unpleasant to be around. [Yuca waves it off. This is a guy who deals with Mayuri on a daily basis.] No, I'm interested in what you can do. And I'm interested to share- a bit of knowledge in exchange.

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Well, it's nice of him to warn people off for me. Saves me the trouble.

[Johannes juts his chin up, however, the faintest look of curiosity creasing his brow at the last comment.]

And what could you think that I would want to know enough to try bartering with me for it?

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I don't.

[He shrugs. Yuca knows how to deal with all kinds of people- crabby little scientists included.]

I don't know your motivations and frankly, other than using them to get me what I want, I don't care to. But my research- [There's that smile again.] -is something that a great deal of people are interested in. It might make a nice bookend for some of your... other studies.

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[And, despite himself, Johannes finds himself curious - curious enough to put down the needle and actually regard Yuca seriously.]

What do you want from me? You should know up front that my resources here are staggeringly limited.

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Resources can be arranged if you know things that could help me.

[He knows he has his attentions now- he knows.]

Can we meet? Somewhere- during the daylight. It doesn't have to be far from your home. [Where Horst can't interfere, can't find them.]

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I don't often work with the living, Herr Collabell, just as a warning. But I'll meet you.

[He makes a point of picking the syringe back up.]

Tomorrow?

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Then you're in luck. Tomorrow.

[He leaves him with that, shutting off the feed.]