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After carefully wandering by the darkest allies and scouring all of the popular hangouts of the city, it quickly becomes apparent that most people's haunt of choice for information is Semele's. A restaurant that purports itself to be open to all in a far more literal way than most other businesses. Inside its walls, it's not a question of faith, not a question of ethnic background — instead, the lines of humanity itself are blurred and broken past.
He can feel it as soon as it steps into the place, singling out demons of different kinds. Here, affecting a quiet and unassuming personality doesn't seem to matter. He's not fooling most of them.
They look, they assess, and some turn away without a second thought. Others watch him closely, only relaxing back into conversation after he's passed.
Every group, on face, looks like a regular crowd out to dinner. No one mutters anything along the lines of exorcist or hunter. It's the attention that stands out. Nothing about Yukio is meant to call attention to himself, not while he's playing the civilian.
After speaking briefly with the too tall, too blond bartender, Yukio gets permission to step to the back of the restaurant, where the blinds of the manager's office seem to be open and a pair of bright green eyes peeks out. Though he's already caught the attention of the man, Yukio frowns and raises a hand to knock anyway. It seems polite.
"I'm sorry," he says, ducking his head inside. "I was told that you are the owner of this establishment. Do you have a minute to spare?"
He can feel it as soon as it steps into the place, singling out demons of different kinds. Here, affecting a quiet and unassuming personality doesn't seem to matter. He's not fooling most of them.
They look, they assess, and some turn away without a second thought. Others watch him closely, only relaxing back into conversation after he's passed.
Every group, on face, looks like a regular crowd out to dinner. No one mutters anything along the lines of exorcist or hunter. It's the attention that stands out. Nothing about Yukio is meant to call attention to himself, not while he's playing the civilian.
After speaking briefly with the too tall, too blond bartender, Yukio gets permission to step to the back of the restaurant, where the blinds of the manager's office seem to be open and a pair of bright green eyes peeks out. Though he's already caught the attention of the man, Yukio frowns and raises a hand to knock anyway. It seems polite.
"I'm sorry," he says, ducking his head inside. "I was told that you are the owner of this establishment. Do you have a minute to spare?"