"So this is another universe? It must be, because everything is in Japanese." Heather commented as we walked down the streets of Tokyo. "Did Japan win World War 2 in this dimension or something?"
I laughed. "Heather, we're in Japan. That's why all the signs are in Japanese."
Heather blushed. "Oh…I knew that. I also don't speak Japanese, just so you know."
"Did the Ancient One not give you any spells to understand other languages?" I asked.
Heather shook her head. "Now that I think about it, everyone in Kamar Taj always spoke perfect English to me. That was strange considering we were in Tibet."
"Hmm, let me try something." I said and held up one of my hands towards Heather. "I grant you the blessings of Light and Language." A small amount of Light Energy left me and I blessed Heather the same as I had done for Natasha before. Heather should be able to speak any language now and her attack spells should carry traces of my Light Energy as well. The same way Natasha's bullets did.
"That felt weird." Heather commented. "I feel lighter and all warm and fuzzy."
"That means it worked."
"If you say so. Where are we going anyway?" Heather said as she gestured around us.
"I need to find a Grigori broker." I replied as the two of us continued walking down the streets of Tokyo. "We're in another universe, but not that much appears to be different physically at least. I can sense another Fallen Angel nearby. He feels a bit weird, but similar enough that I recognize the magical signature of one of my own." I explained and Heather nodded.
I led Heather down a few more streets. The streets became less and less crowded as the two of us continued onwards. Eventually, we noticed that there were no regular humans around at all anymore. A subtle barrier had been placed on the small backstreet, we were on, to ward away any non-supernatural beings. I walked up to a nondescript wooden door and rapped on it with a code known only to our faction.
The door swung open and a Fallen Angel I didn't recognize stood there. "What do you want?" The man asked bluntly. He eyed me and Heather warily. "I don't recognize either of you, but you feel like a Fallen." He said while pointing at me.
"I obviously am. I came to do business. Will you let us in?" I asked.
I noticed something strange about this Fallen. He felt really weak, and for an Angel…he was not very good looking. I wondered if he was using some kind of illusion magic to mask his true features. If so, then it was very impressive because even I couldn't see through it.
[Or maybe he's just naturally ugly like Kokabiel.]
That could be true, but it wouldn't explain his low level. I knew what I was seeing with [Observe] had to be fake information because even a two winged Fallen Angel was at least Level 10.
[The Fallen Angel Giarmo: Level 8]
He peaked out the door and quickly scanned the alley around them. When he sensed no one else was lurking nearby he moved out of the way. "Yeah, yeah. Come in…Sister..." He said the word 'sister' sarcastically.
Heather and I walked inside and the door automatically slammed shut behind us. A bunch of runes lit up on the door sealing us all inside with some powerful defense magic. Not powerful enough to detain me, though, should I choose to break out.
I glanced around the shop and was impressed with its inventory. Brokers were members of the Grigori that set up secret shops like these all around the world. They engaged in under the table trading with other factions and occasionally brought in some very interesting finds. I could see a couple of nameless Holy Swords sitting in one corner and piles of exorcist guns in another. What I was really after though, was the giant cross-like device at the far end of the shop!
"How much for the Sacred Gear extractor?" I asked, doing my best to only seem vaguely interested in it. If I acted like I desperately needed it, he would jack up the price.
"That old piece of junk? It's pretty risky to use one of those you know…the church will get really mad." The broker warned.
"That doesn't matter. I merely want it to add to my collection." I lied. As for the church getting mad. I didn't care. I was planning on leaving as soon as I got what I came for.
The Broker grinned at me. "Collection, huh?" He chuckled darkly and I internally cursed. Now he was probably assuming that I had a lot of money on me. "Well it just so happens that another 'Sister' of ours is in need of it. She promised me half a million for it. But then again, you're here and she's not. Can you match that?"
"Who else wanted to buy it?" Heather asked. She was off to the side examining a couple of the Holy Swords. "None of these are as good as the Sword of Gryfinndor…" She muttered before setting a nameless sword back down.
Maybe I could go and collect that sword from Hogwarts for her next birthday.
"A Fallen named Raynare wanted it. She told me she'd have the money, but would pay me in a week after using it on some poor sucker. I didn't see the harm in it considering it's just sitting here collecting dust. Any Sacred Gear she steals could be worth millions." He said. "If she doesn't get caught and executed that is…"
I remembered why she didn't like Brokers very much. They represented some of the worst of our kind. They were all Fallen Angels who fell due to extreme greed. They didn't care about anything except for their own wallets.
"Here." I waved my hand and a few hundred Asgardian golden coins fell to the floor. Another wave and the Sacred Gear extractor was swept into my inventory.
"Pleasure doing business with you!" The broker said as he eyed the pile of gold with greed. "Anything else you want to buy?"
"Can I have a gun!?" Heather asked as she pointed to the pile in the corner.
I raised an eyebrow at her. "Do you know how to shoot a gun?"
Heather turned her head to the side and avoided my stare. "No…I just thought it would look cool."
Teenagers…
"Then no…" I told her. The last thing I needed was Heather accidentally shooting herself. The Ancient One would give me a very disappointed look when we made it back regardless of whether I immediately healed Heather or not.
"Lame!" Heather whined as we left the small, very illegal shop.
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