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The is a ruckus just outside the door...

And there is a CJ jumping in the next moment. As the few first times, someone is shooting at him.

This time, he is armed. And is able to notice where he is, so instead of discharging his AK, he kicks the door closed.

Whew, he needed a break from the gang wars...

Have at.

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"Quite the dramatic entrance," he hears remarked from behind him.

"Not planned..." He pulls out the clip, checking it, nods to Lust. "Hey you..."

"I see you have managed to make some friends," she says with a slight smile.

"Ah, yeah, my old friends Ballas." CJ is different, more serious, more... mature? Nothing like life in the front lines to make a guy grow up.

He starts reloading the clip of the AK, taking bullets from a pocket.

"How long were you back home for?"

"A long while. Long enough to be takin Ballas out of Idlewood, and Vagos out of Playa del Seville." He reclips the AK. "And you?"

"A few days. More time seems to have passed for you than for me."

"Some two, three months I guess. Days are flyin' by."

"I am glad you have survived those months, with 'friends' such as those ..." she indicates the door.

"We've been pushin' into Ballas' hood... dey don't like the idea." He nods.

She pictures someone pushing a hand into the headgear of someone else. "No, I couldn't imagine so ..."

"And you, what you have been' doin'?"

"Travelling by coach," she sighs. "Fairly uncomfortable, but ready to hand."

"Coach? Whats that?" He raises brows.

"It's an enclosed carriage drawn by two or more horses."

"Horses? Yer people don't know about cars? Engines?"

"Certainly. But horses eat grass, which is free. Fuel is expensive."

"Shyeah, right, but a car that takes a shot has a hole, a horse with a hole dies..."

She shrugs. "A car that runs out of fuel leaves me stranded. Many of the villages I go to have no fuel to sell."

"Ah, dat's a problem." He nods.

She smiles. "Indeed."

"So, besides ridin' a... couch, whats been happenin?"

"There was a moment when I thought I might get my hands on a Philosopher's Stone, but it turned to be impossible. No one who could get me to their world would."

"A stone what?" he blinks...

"Philosopher's Stone. It allows the holder to change one thing into another without paying the usual price."

"And whats this price?"

"It depends on what you are trying to do. Things into gold, perhaps a drop of blood. Bringing back the dead is impossible without the Stone."

"With this stone, you can bring back the dead?"

She nods. "Yes."

Tempting. Oh, SO tempting...

"I could teach you how to use it, if we could get one ..." she offers.

"And where we could find one?"

"In the world from which Draco Malfoy and Tom Riddle, there was a man who created one."

"Heck, gotta look into it..." He nods.

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