"Yeah. I assumed it was just some advanced magical construct because as soon as I tore a hole in her chest with a rail gun I heard someone else scream. Also a woman. But I didn't go investigate, because I'm not a fuсking p.i detective." [i]Samuel replied, his eyes shifting to Isaac.[/i] "Are you gonna sit there and piss your pants or what? [i]I swear if I have to be a tour guide again...[/i]" [i]He muttered under his breath as he produced a cigar and lighter. Then his did his usual 'erase the end of the cigar and light it' trick. It was a favorite really, mostly because it amused or intrigued people.[/i] "So Piss Pants and Not Dead Person, what brings you to this humble abode?" [i]Sam said, forgetting that his Scraping hand was still activated as he just held it out.[/i]

"Great, great - someone's already on their period," [i]Isaac chuckled at his own joke, although he expected Sam to immediately snap back - or well, react in some manner. Arianna merely shook her head and held her hands together, responding to Samuel's question. [/i] "My sarcastic brother who might be dead in a couple of minutes thought that it would be an excellent idea that I escorted him to the Dojo so he could train and master his skills as a fighter. That's a simple explanation." [i]Arianna stared at Sam's hand with an interest, although the more interested one was clearly Isaac - hell, he almost looked as if he admired whatever Sam was doing.[/i] "...Spacial manipulation...right?" [i]He muttered, studying Sam's hand and the cigar.[/i]

"I suggest watching your tone -- Aw shit I left it on!" [i]He said, shaking his hand until it went away, scraping some air and making a piece of litter fly past the two. Then he let out a puff on smoke.[/i] "Yes, I control Space. No I'm not giving out lessons, so if that's why you came here to train as a fighter then skedaddle. But uh...tell me, how do you know about that? I recall most tomes or whatever being burned. And I think Mordecai is dead."

"Did my research, found some not-so-destroyed records before I began to actually study the stuff...oh, and a "Samuel Weiss" figure, seen on Tatakai, Civis Praemium, etc - appears to be a big-time user of... ...Wait a sec, you're...Sam. Oh.." [i]Isaac sounded genuinely surprised, before continuing his explanation. While it was wacky about how damn deep this kid had gone into researching, it was certainly intriguing - least, for Arianna.[/i] "Sorry, just - well, the report mentioned "objects being erased from reality in an instant". I was looking for an inspiration for a weapon of some sorts, reality displacement was an idea, and I was aware of a few...incidents on Praemium. Sorry for stalking, just got interested in the whole...topic. I swear, I don't know anything about you, other than your general description and capabilities.

"Alright. You're creepy and batshit insane. A reality displacement weapon!? Are you fuсking nuts!? I mean what genius idea did that come from, oh wait, because you fuсking stalked me!" [i]Samuel was just throwing out random obscenities at this point, clearly pissed at Isaac. This stemmed from the fact that his greatest fear might be a reality, someone else being able to control Space as well. He flat out lied to Olivia about teaching her, which was something he had regret for.[/i] "God dammit kid! ...I just don't want a threat to others...Manipulating space is [b]serious[/b]. And don't give me that 'I know haha' because you don't. I'd rather keep it that way."

"I-I didn't mean to.." [i]But Isaac merely silenced himself as Sam went off, reduced from trying to explain himself to a quiet child. As he stared up at Sam's roaring face, Arianna was remaining silent in the background, although that solemn facial expression hid away laugher. She found amusement in the whole idea of Isaac being yelled at by something (or rather, someone) that he had focused a project around.[/i] [i]After Sam had finished his rant, Isaac only sighed and dropped the massive bag that he carted around, the duffel bag clunking against the wary with a hefty thump. He kneeled next to it, opening it up - enough for Sam and Ari to see. At least five firearms - a pistol, two shotguns, two rifles, and all in a steampunk style - laid within its depths, alongside several folders and neat papers. A picture containing him and...not one, but two versions of Arianna, one being considerably older than the other and dressed in an old Victorian outfit. The picture was upon one of the folders, which Isaac drew from the bag.[/i] [i]Isaac flipped through the folder, least until he reached somewhere in the back, and removed a singular file, named "LAST RESORT". He looked at the name for a moment, sighing before handing the file to Sam.[/i] "Burn it, destroy it - wipe it away from existence. I'd trust you with the information in that, only because...well, you know about this sort of stuff.." [i]Isaac continued to hold on the file to the older, more experienced man, as if he would love nothing more than to see it annihilated.[/i]

"Not...entirely true. If Mordecai is still kicking, he knows more than me. But I highly doubt it." [i]He had said, snatching the folder away from Isaac, pulling out his lighter and striking it.[/i] "Erasing it would be too much effort. I'm not having a fuсking heart attack just to erase a piece of paper." [i]The folder was lit on fire, the flames trailing up it, Sam let go and just watched it burn.[/i] "I am doing this so you don't have the burden I do. I can't trust nobody with this, not even Livia. You'd just use it for self gain, but then once you accomplish it, you'll see what you have wrought upon others for being a greedy piece of shit."

[i]Isaac only nodded, while he was particularly happy about the fact that Sam hadn't looked through the folder in the first place. The "LAST RESORT" paper was in there, for the prototype and all, yes - it may or may not have been accompanied by several drawings and writings, by Isaac himself. Their existence were kept hidden from Arianna, if that gave a hint to what they were. [/i] [i]At any rate, he didn't have any addictions files for the damned thing, and it was much too complicated for him to even remember everything that he needed for the weapon. Isaac's light blue eyes flickered over to the burning file, staring down upon it as he put the large folder away and zipping up the duffel bag, before he lifted it up to his shoulder once more.[/i] [i]Arianna merely stared upon the flickering paper and sighed, pocketing her hands.[/i] "That certainly simplifies things, doesn't it? Now you can get back to steampunk guns, Arcane-charged weaponry and armor - those things...told you that the idea of reality displacement was terrible.." "...I get it, Ari." [i]That was all Isaac said, before turning to Sam.[/i] "...What now, then?"

"Are you sure you told him or are you just trying to rub salt in the wound because I did it?" [i]Sam had said, his head cocking to look at Arianna. He didn't really like those who did shit like 'told you so'.[/i] "Nonetheless, I'm doing something currently. Hunting down this....vampire. Blue hair, black eyes, looks like a fuсking jacked statue. Surprisingly wears these nerdy ass glasses as well. Supposedly nobody has been able to kill him, sunlight hasn't worked and neither has garlic or religious items. As he just turns into stone and then disappears into the night."

"I've told Isaac several times, and took action twice. He can confirm," [i]Arianna immediately snapped back, although it wasn't in an offensive tone. Isaac merely nodded, his hands pocketed as he listened to the two's conversation.[/i] "...and a vampire, with blue hair...he doesn't happen to be named Ghiaccio, does he? Before you pop a round into my head - Mom knew him. She knew many people, but him in particular. He's a Stand User, correct?"

"What in the fuсk is a Stand?" [i]Samuel had asked, as he was pretty much unaware of what they were. Was it some fighting style? Magic? He was genuinely curious.[/i] "More importantly, how does your mother know about this....vampire?"