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A wealthy family once owned this prestigious wonder of mechanization. A few years ago however, they fell from grace and were all but blotted out of history. There is little here. It is relatively quiet. Make 1d6-3 monster checks from the streets table. A negative roll is treated as zero and no monster checks are made.

Suddenly the din that had enveloped Mitsotsu was broken as there was a very loud clang from behind one of the machines. His sickle already in his hand again, he moved quickly towards another machine near the one the sound had come from. He sidled around the hunk of metal, careful not to make any sound of his own as he looked around the corner towards the source of the sound.

The Thief more than startled, actually falling backwards over a tool he had dropped on the floor to make the sound from earlier. Mitsotsu smiled evilly, pulling down his scarf to bare his fangs at the man. Staring into his eyes, Mitsotsu, breathed out slowly, attempting to connect with this Thief and put him to sleep.

Having used most of his consintration in the attempt to lull the Thief, Mitsotsu had no time to dodge the wrench that smacked him in the head a second later. "Ouch, that actually hurt..." Looking up at the Thief as he rubbed his forehead, he saw that his last attempt had gone through, and the man was soundly asleep leaning against the machine he had been by. "Well, at least it worked..."

"There it is." Having found the man's dreams, he took a mental swipe of his sickle at them, breathing in the damage as if it was blood to a vampire, giving him life while it took life away from the victim.

Mitsotsu laughed darkly outloud in spite of himself, glad that he still seemed to have control over his Incubus abilities. Launching back into the Thief's mind, he attempted to once again grip the man's dreams.

Thief HP: 2
Mitsotsu HP: 80
Mitsotsu felt more than invigorated, in fact he felt better than he had walking into this place. Dreams were better than any physical food, at least that he had tasted to date. Seeming to sense it's demize, the Thief's body twitched of it's own accord. Mitsotsu tensed again, hoping he could hold out for a just a bit longer.

"And you are no more. And I didn't even need my sickle for this one. Thanks for the meal though." With one last mental slash, the man fell from his grasp, the physical body unscathed, but this Thief was in an internal rest, one that Mitsotsu couldn't reach him in. His eyes fell on the machine the man had been tinkering with. In an alcove between two pipes was what looked like a gauntlet. "Was this what the Thief was getting at?" Sticking his hand in and picking it up, Mitsotsu slid it over his right hand. It fit fairly well, not inhibiting motion, but still seeming to add a bit of protection to his attack hand. There seemed to be a wheel of some sort attatched to the bottom of the wrist, but as of yet Mitsotsu couldn't tell what that did. Taking out his Sickle, he tried slinging it out with the gauntlet on, when suddenly the sickle came back of it's own accord, the chain having seemed to disappear as he caught the handle. Looking at his wrist, he saw that the gaunlet seemed to have retracted the chain onto the wheel with some kind of mechanism. As he opened his palm to look at it more, the sickle suddenly shot out, crashing into a machine before retracting again. "Wow, well at least it will give me a new way to fight..." Mitsotsu slowly made his way back to the entrance and, seeing nothing else of interest, stepped back outside into the streets.