Cerulean looks to Ahkula, as they both walk out. After closing the door, he looks to her, "A hunt to plan?"

She nods, "I believe the curse around you has been weakening. And now I have proof."

"And what is that?" He asks.

"Us," She smiles walking away from him. "I'll explain on the way."

"To where?" He follows.

"You'll find out soon enough." She grins back to him. "Don't be impatient now."

Chuckling, he catches up and walks besides her, "so what do we have to do with your 'proof' that the curse is weakening?"

"It's simple." She smiles, "you even said so yourself that the curse won't allow you to feel love, or any other emotion of that depth."

"I did." He nods, "So since it seems that I've started to fall for you once more... then that means the strength of the curse is waning."

"Quick, aren't you?" She giggles.

"I was a bit busy playing the prince looking for the right princess. I couldn't really focus on my own cures," he teases.

"Regardless, I had a feeling that it was breaking, slowly. Most of the revenants under her curse, besides harvesters, only last for a few decades, if they're lucky. There's been no shortages of hunters trying to kill them. Even hunter revenants are killing their lower class, and yet that doesn't save them from the revenant hunters." She speaks.

"Yes," he nods, "I've had a run in with a few of them."

"I know, they are how I've found your trail in the first place. After that, it was following the trail of corpses you left behind. And knowing where you'd choose to go next." She explains

"That explains why most hunters were caught off guard when I'd arrive into a town," he sighs. "They weren't expecting to see me."

"To someone who doesn't know you as well as I do," She looks to him, "your movements seem sporadic, unable to be followed, but that is why I found you exactly where I figured you be."

"Sounds like you and I have really grown accustom to this world." He turns to her.

"Yes, but getting back to the topic at hand," she nods. "the way I understand it, if she feels you would be completely useful to her. Then she would have to make you a harvester. Where the curse still holds as strong as ever, so much so that it would force you to be under her control. Or she tries to kill you."

"Which do you suspect?" he asks.

"I believe she will try to capture you." She continues. "You've proven to be too valuable to just discard. You killed a harvester, and nearly two more. Plus you inflicted damage onto her. Something that's been tried over and over again by hundreds, yet never done. Not even the best revenant hunters have been able to. And the hunter revenants that have tried also failed. Your the only one that's hurt her."

"What do you suppose that means?" He looks to her.

"It means, that my most beloved has started to become even more powerful than anyone has realized." She grins. "And your strength is only growing."

They arrive at the same market and she hands him a list, "here. The list for your parts and upgrades."

Looking it over, he nods, "Asheek platting and arm... old man is really going all out with this."

"He wants to be sure that you have the best with you, especially since magnets are getting around. An alloy that's as hard as steel yet isn't attracted to something like a magnet." She agrees. "I thought the same."

"And what will you be doing?" he puts the list in his pocket.

"Seeing about finding some books on early maps of the planet. If I'm right, those will get us started on tracking this witch." She looks to him. "Don't worry, dear. I'll only be a minute and meet you back here."

He chuckles as she kisses his cheek. "Very well, I'll go and see if Marcus has these."

He starts to walk away. She then turns and spots a red haired man in the crowd looking to her. He is sitting at a table drinking from a small tea cup. His crimson iris's meet her emerald ones. Giving a small smile, he winks. She turns and starts to walk off.

Walking a few streets down, Ahkula spots a small shop, "Marcus and Lindsey." is the name of the place. The two married owners, know Kira and thus knows Ahkula, both have been wonderful to them offering materials to Kira, and weaponry to Ahkula, state of the art. Walking into the door, a small chime rings.

"I swear, if this is some other bull-" A woman comes out, she has blonde hair with hazel eyes, looking to be around mid twenties, she spots Ahkula and then walks over to him smiling, "Well that is a face I haven't seen here in years!"

"Who is it?" A man's voice calls from the back.

"Ahkula is here!" She replies. She gives him a hug, "I heard you were in another fight somewhere, a gangs hideout."

Ahkula chuckles and nods as he hugs her back, "nothing I can't handle."

"Ahkula, you sly wolf." A big burly man comes out, his hair is black as is his beard, his arms are as big as Akkula's put together. He gives a smirk, "How many times have I told you to find your own woman and stop tempting mine."

"But she's so lovable." Ahkula chuckles as he lets go of Lindsey and walks to Marcus. Both slam hands into the others and then shake. "How have you been?"

"Just fine. It's good to see you," Marcus nods. "How's the coot?"

"Still the best." He nods, then he pulls out a list and hands it to Marcus, "we are going to need this."

Glancing over it, Marcus strokes his beard. "Asheek, huh? We have some in store as usual. But that isn't going to be just a hand and go. That's becoming quite the demand."

"We can pay." Ahkula nods, "thank you for saving some."

"Anything for you and Kira," He nods walking back, "Lindsey show him the surprise."

"Oh yeah!" She walks over to a box on the counter and opens it, and then turns it to him.

Looking inside, he sees a larger revolver in the case, the barrel is a diamond shape, with four more looking he same. The cylinder is wider and longer than his other one. The grip comes with a hand and trigger guard running the length of the handle, a red light shines from the side of the gun where the cylinder and barrels meet, inside of a cross stamped into the steel. The bullets this fires is enormous. Much larger than the other.

"I give you, what I've come to call, Velmir's Judgment." She smiles, "custom round, and only one of it's kind."

Ahkula whistles as he picks it up, "how much does it weigh?"

"5 kilograms." She smirks. "The only one in the world."

"Why the four barrels?" He looks to it, then twists the barrels to see they spin, Lindsey chuckles, "The barrels turn to stop from over heating, they do this automatically. I would explain further, but that's a trade secret, same with the fact that the gun's cylinder, flicks out the side. The cartridges guide themselves into the cylinder, and all they need is to be pointed towards it. Then just let go."

Curious he flicks the weapon to the side making the cylinder unlock and fall out, a metal arm catching it and stopping it just to the side of the frame, he picks up a bullet and lets it go once its pointed generally at the cylinder. True to her word, the round flies into the hole and rests there. Smirking, he picks up several more and drops them, all of them rush into where they belong. Flicking the cylinder back into the frame, it locks in place, looking to see if there's a holster, he spots Lindsey holding one to him.

"It's on the house." She smirks.

He places the gun in the holster, and wraps the belt around him, the holster sits just off to the left side of his front waist, angled to where the handle is pointed to his right hand. Smirking, he loves the feel of the weapon. As if it belongs with him.

"'Velmir's Judgment'." He looks to her, "how did you know?"

"Kira, he explained everything." She nods, "be safe Ahkula."

"What about the materials?" he asks.

"We will deliver them there. We'd like to visit the old man anyway." She replies. "By the way. We did a bit of research on how the bullet does against revenants."

He looks to her waiting her to continue, she explains "As far as we estimate, we think it will do a lot more damage to them then the old pistol you have, but please let us know if you get a chance to field test it."

Nodding he starts to walk out, "I'll see you at Kira's."

He starts to walk back putting a cigarette in his mouth, just before he can grab his lighter he hears a commotion. "Wonder what that's about?"

Returning from her shopping, Cerulean holds onto the books in a small bag. Back at where she promised she'd be waiting, she leans against the wall and looks off to where Ahkula departed from. Groaning, "how long does it take to get materials? I know Asheek is expensive, but it's not rare."

As she continues to look around, she spots the man with red hair once more, again he is staring at her, the same grin on his face as before. Worried, and frustrated she starts to walk to where Ahkula left. "Creepy."

But as she turns, she sees him right in front of her, he sneers, "you wouldn't happen to be talking about me now would you?"

"Back off." She growls.

Gripping her arm, the man keeps her from grabbing her pistol. "That's not really needed here is it?"

Looking back to see if this isn't some trick, she sees the table the man was at before is now vacant, the cup still there.

She turns back to him, "You're a harvester?"

"Ooh someone has been doing her homework." He snickers, "brains and looks. How lucky of me."

"But you're not supposed to resemble humans." She growls.

"We got an upgrade." he gives a wolfish grin. "And we're looking for members for our little club."

"Let me go!" She yells.

"Go on, no one here will notice us." he gives a twisted chuckle. "You are all mine now."

A series of clicks comes from behind the man, Ahkula gives a demented and murderous grin as his eyes show pure rage, his stare from behind Velmir's Judgment only makes it worse. "I'm going to have to ask you to get your hands off my lover."