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Now now, don't make a fuss, I'll only be a minute... It's the only way to be sure.

[ Lau stop. ]

Come now, it's not a problem. [ Clears his throat and places both hands together. ] Now then, would there happen to be any Gins out there that wouldn't mind playing with me? You see, my mundane is very interested in having me play with you, as she hasn't had that chance in a long time.

[ A pause. ] Oh, that's right. Ichimaru Gin. Of course, if there are other Gins that are interested in playing with me, I'm sure that can be arranged... I've gotten so used to calling him by nicknames that I've nearly forgotten his full name! [ Laughs. ]

There, that wasn't so hard, was it? It's almost like having a personal ad, isn't it? Ha ha ha ha~

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Mm, cross-canon things are wonderful, aren't they? Though technically everything I've been thrown at is cross-canon...

I wish you luck with this endeavor!

[ Smiles and folds his arms within his sleeves. ]

I appreciate the well wishes. And what is your name?

Matthias. Matthias Reith. Might I hear yours?

*Don't mind him moving closer to you, Lau. Personal space? What exactly is that? Joking, but he's pretty close.*

[ Lau consistently enters peoples' personal spaces all the time, so this doesn't bother him at all. He simply continues to smile, not moving an inch away. ]

I am Lau, a Chinese Nobleman currently living in London.

My typical reaction would be "I've never heard of that before" but since the mun has.... Hah. So I'm cutting you the break of having to explain things that you normally would need to. It's what you get when you're from an alternate world entirely.

I am just a traveling healer. Nothing special~ *Well, for him it's nothing special.*

Healers are very special. I imagine some of my clients would love your company after a few days without... well, my services.

[ Smile smile. ] Traveling is very nice, isn't it? I'm quite the vagabond myself. I was bored with living in my homeland. London is much more interesting.

*Matthias smiles, but something else has his attention.*

Your services, hm? What do you provide?

*He'll return to the previous topic in a moment. His curiosity: it burns.*

Oh, well... I shouldn't tell you, it's very secretive and very much illegal. If I told you that I ran several Opium Dens in London, I would risk myself getting arrested.

[ ... Good job, Lau. Or did he mean to do that? ]

But we're not in London.

*Smirk~*

Interested in a trade? Some of my potent concoctions for some of your opium? I've never had the chance to see the effects for myself.

[ Thinks about it. ]

And fill myself up with strange substances with effects that I can't even hope to know before hand?

[ Claps. ] Very well! Now, what sort of narcotic are you into? I have the type that can be inhaled, or the kind that you can ground up yourself. I should warn you that Opium is quite potent and you might be out for days. It's very easy to get addicted.

Inhalation would probably be the best bet. As for what I offer... I'd be more than glad to demonstrate whatever catches your eye. No use in giving you something that you don't desire.

*Because there's a table, he unstraps his satchel and sets it down, pulling out row after row of glass, corked vials. All of them have writing in a foreign tongue upon each cork. The contents within each look appealing, to most.*

Any effect that your mind can dream up, I can very likely bring to life. Unfortunately, things like immortality are a work in progress.

[ Lau looks over the various vials, tilting his head somewhat, arms once again within his expansive sleeves. ]

Anything? My, I'm glad you don't live in London, you'd be tough competition. [ That he'd have to destroy, of course. ] You see, I sell dreams to my clients... When life has become too hard to live in, I invite them into my Den so they may dream up anything they want. With Opium they no longer feel the pain of their hard lives.

It's quite a good deal, since the rich folks in London don't care about them. They've been discarded by the Queen and her government, and I take them in with welcoming arms.

And why compete when one could combine the earnings each receive? I come from somewhere where even the smallest things are precious and few.

*He pulls out a single vial. It looks like it contains honey inside.*

This one, for example, is something that I myself use for its off-label purpose of warming the body. It's a potent aphrodisiac.

Any plant that I touch becomes warped by my power. The thorns and stem of a red rose are very potent parts of an aphrodisiac. The petals, for infatuation instead.

And honey, to mask the bite from the rose, while only leaving behind a soothing scent and taste.

But that's just one.

Pitch something to me. Anything. I may be able to grant it all the same. And as I said, I do not mind showing the effects to prove authenticity.

[ Lau didn't consider himself much of a team player... Unless it was the Earl's order. Though he preferred to remain friendly with the competition until he wanted them eliminated. ]

Oh, a potent aphrodisiac, you say?

[ This man was definitely dangerous. He could create any kind of drug or concoction he wanted? That was asking for trouble. ]

My, the possibilities are limitless. What could I possibly pitch? I can't say I have much of an imagination for these kinds of things. [ Liar. ] But if you insist...

How about a tea that tastes like Indian Curry?

I have never eaten Indian Curry before. But, I'm certain I could create something similar, at the very least.

*And right then and there, he starts opening up other pouches, pulling out a small mortar and pestle, and a canteen of water. He pulls up a chair. Why yes, he's going to do it for Lau right there!*

Tell me what it tastes like. I will do my best to replicate it.

I'm not sure I'm much of an expert on what it tastes like, but I'll do my best. It's very spicy, a kind of warm biting sensation. Not like Asian spices, which have a delayed reaction and are very hard on your sinuses.

Think warm, hot colours when making the spiciness. It should be welcoming and exciting, not jarring. [ Thinks. ] Aside from the spiciness, I suppose it's also a very hearty taste, like beef or some form of meat.

*He doesn't verbally respond, but he gets to work immediately, reaching for a variety of ingredients in the satchel to use. A lot of them look like they come from Earth, but with some physical mutations, or the smell is more pungent or subtle than it ought to be.

*So far, the ingredients he's pulling out have similar, or same, sorts of smells. He pulls out a sort of small, heavy hide sheet, laying the ingredients atop of its surface. He is immediately absorbed into his work.*

[ Lau watches with interest, hovering about and pacing. He's always liked watching others work. ]

So if people need to keep warm, you give them aphrodisiacs? That sounds kind of sadistic.

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Actually, it's only myself that uses it for that purpose. It keeps me from dying from hypothermia. See... my powers, once they run through my reserves, take it out on my body's ability to generate warmth. Taking an aphrodisiac fixes that until my body can recover naturally.

But if it's a typical person, a blanket and shared body heat tends to suffice.

*He says all this with a straight face as he continues to work.*

So for me to drug myself in that manner... I wonder what it makes you think.

[ He shrugs. ] I guess it'd give you quite the erection. [ So blunt. ] Are you worried I'd judge you? I don't really care about that kind of thing. You're interesting and use interesting methods to help yourself. What more could I ask for?

*He laughs, but his hands remain steady as he continues to work. They are in practiced motions that easily flow from one task to the next.*

Maybe a little. And yes, it was a highly problematic erection. No matter how many times I found relief, it didn't stop.

[ Laaaaaaaaughs. ] Oh my, how unfortunate that is! Surely there are easier methods of keeping warm.

Not when one's body temperature starts to dip at a constant rate.

*He looks up to give Lau a flat stare.*

And a bath doesn't stay hot forever.

I suppose that's true. Couldn't you just give yourself a fever?

A fever is too dangerous. I don't need to excessively sweat and develop chills.

*And back to work, he goes. It'll take some time.*

Generally, I am too tired to do much with an aphrodisiac, so I can usually sleep through it.

Wow, you sound quite incredible. But isn't it dangerous to sleep in the cold, warm or not?

You must be very confident of your concoctions.

I test them on myself, so I know of their authenticity. I retest them on myself until I have mastered what I have made.

Furthermore, I generally travel with my sister. She watches over me when I need it most, and wakes me if necessary.

Have you ever considered testing them on her? Or is that outside of your code of ethics. [ Lau opened his eyes somewhat, playing with his sleeves. ]

*He looks up at Lau with an unconsciously cold stare.*

My sister has endured far too much to be used. She only tests the ones that are applicable to women. Otherwise, I buy help if she chooses not to.

What a good brother you are. I applaud your efforts-- I, too, have a younger sister. She's very precious to me. If anything were to happen to her... Well, that wouldn't be likely. She's my body-guard, you see.

Anyway! How long until the tea is ready?

My sister is older than me by a year.

*He's still working.*

Just a little more, I think.

*The dry creation is carefully packaged into a tea bag, and he adds a pinch of one last thing, then ties it all up tight with string, knotting one end to keep the bag closed. Due to his powers, he needed to add a neutralizing agent to cancel out any random effects.*

Here.

*He offers it to Lau. It smells almost exactly like what he described.*

[ Lau takes the bag carefully, looking it over somewhat and giving it a bit of a sniff. ]

Oh, that is quite potent. I'll have to give this to the Prince, he'd love it.

The Prince?

Either way, I am glad I could accurately portray what you described to me.

*He smiles confidently.*

I remember what I used, and how much, so if you ever want multiples, I'd be happy to recreate a lot more.

Very kind of you. [ He ignores the question-- maybe Matthias will meet the Prince of India himself someday. ]

In return, you're welcome to pay a visit to my Den. I can't really just give you a bong, it's a little tacky to carry one around with me.

Give me directions, and I'll happily take you up on your offer.

*He slowly stands up.* Please do tell me the resulting verdict when you get the chance to. In the meantime, it was good to meet you.

[ Placing the bag into his changshan's wrapping before fetching some paper from one of his large sleeves. ]

Hm, hm. Have you got a pen or pencil with you?

Always.

*He pulls a bark pencil out of his satchel, handing it over. It's crudely made, likely by hand rather than manufacture. Sadly, there's no eraser on the opposite end.*

[ Luckily Lau doesn't require an eraser, quickly jotting down the address of his Den. He's about to hand the paper to Matthias, but he stops short. ]

Oh, yes, I should warn you that when you enter, two Chinese men will search you. If they find out you're an officer of the Yard, then you'll be dead.

But since you're not, they'll lead you to the Den. [ Hands him the paper. ]

*Matthias scoffs at the idea.* Thank you for the warning.

*He takes the paper graciously. No need to explain the rather sharp noise of his disapproval towards officers.*

Mm, even if I was, I would not die over such a matter. Not that I'd ever align myself with such people - officers. They can, pardon my bluntness, kiss my rosy ass.

*He folds up the paper and pockets it.*

I'm quite certain you would die, actually. We really can't have the Scotland Yard snooping around in my territory. [ Smiles. ] Something awful might happen to them.

And I'm ninety percent certain that I would live. I'm more than I look.

*He fires right back a confident smile.*

Even without the additional power that my sister provides.

*He's pretty damn certain, because he can totally level a building if he wanted to with only mild to moderate effort. He generally doesn't, but if he wanted to, the option is there.*

That sounds fairly certain, but this is all hypothesis isn't it? The real point is that you're not with the Yard and you're not a competitor in the market.

[ Shrugs. ] Which means we can remain on friendly terms.

I haven't lived as long as I have without considering all possibilities immediately in my reach. Even impossible possibilities. Paranoia for some, survival for me.

*But he smiles warmly. The look is eager... and maybe very slightly predatory. But! It's a friendly sort of thing. Honest.*

I look forward to seeing you next time.

[ He likes that-- paranoia. Like a certain dog he knows. ]

Yes, I wish you the best of luck and health. [ A bow. ] Goodbye.

[Just... this face. Or something.]

[ Smiles at her. ]

Ah, you're one of the Earl's servants, aren't you?

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