<i>Gou's grin grows in intensity, and it's quite genuine.</i> &quot;Tough break pal! I've gotta bounce and get diggin' but if I get somethin' I think I should send your way I'll give you a ring, yeah? Seeya, Gramps!&quot; <i>Gou begins to backflip down the hill with amazing dexterity before disappearing into the night.</i>

<i>The man would snap a photo, but he stays focused on his shot.</i> &quot;Don't like cameras, pal? Guess that's understandable. Alright, one time exception, the camera's goin' away, see?&quot; <i>He puts the camera away in his bag.</i> &quot;Actual kitsune you say? Meh, I've heard more impressive. I've talked to a ghost once you know. Guess I didn't give you my trademark blurbs. Gramps? Nah nah. Wait, hmmm. Gramps might work here. Eh, you don't look all that old, grizzled yeah, but you've got that cane 'n' all so. Gramps it is! Nice to meet'cha gramps! Welcome to the crapshoot that is the Nexus! How'd I know that? I get around's all.&quot;

<i>A strange man with a camera is crouching taking photos of the stars. He seems slightly agitated, but makes no effort to openly display it. With a click of the shutter, he smirks cockily.</i> &quot;<i>Picture perfect.</i>&quot; <i>He takes several more photos before letting his camera rest about his neck. He lies back on the grass before throwing himself to his feet. He saunters over to the group gathered near him.</i> &quot;Lesse here.&quot; <i>He begins pointing at each person one by one.</i> &quot;Mascot. Normal. Cosplay. Talking dog? Probably right. Yeah you guys. Mind if I get some quiet to take some pics here? I like some focus, but I get if y'all wanna keep talking. Just be aware of your surroundings for little ol' me.&quot; <i>The man then jogs away into a cartwheel which he lands kneeling with his camera angled toward the heavens.</i>

<i>Gou's expression darkens. An expression of disdain briefly flashes over his once happy-go-lucky attitude.</i> &quot;Listen. Don't. You. EVER. Think I'd put a human life at risk. Second? Go for your soul gaze or whatever, but you might not like some things you find in there. I've made a hell of a lot more mistakes than anyone ever should, and don't think I believe words are gonna make everything all nice again. Deal. Only backup I want is if I get in a rough spot. Informants get the worst treatment y'know?&quot; <i>Gou locks eyes with Harry, and there isn't a trace of doubt in them.</i>

<i>Gou shrugs without care, not a flat out refusal, but not a clear yes.</i> &quot;I'll see what I can do. You want my info? Well you're gonna have to back me up when push comes to shove. You able to use a phone, who 'm I kiddin' course you can't. Probably. I'd need some specs with what I'm workin' with before you get in on my info network. 'Course only toy of mine you might break'd be the camera. The other gadgets I use seem to have a strange disapproval of exploding because some guy yells hocus pocus.&quot; <i>Gou pulls out a miniature toy motorcycle from his bag. No need to keep secrets, hmm? Well, not ones that cost him in the long run.</i> &quot;If I had to guess, your magic is somethin' like an EMP. Get it? Well this bad boy's been through tougher than some magnets, so I think it's safe to put one on your watch. Just call my name and I'll be there lickety split. If I'm not busy. I'll send it back if that's the case.&quot; <i>Gou extends his hand.</i> &quot;Well Gramps? We got a deal?&quot;

<i>The man smirks. Bingo.</i> &quot;Sorry 'bout that gramps! I had my own fun too, but I feel like killing the dead is a bit redundant, yeah? Also a wizard detective? I know two of those, but I guess someone stirred your pot a bit too hard.&quot; <i>He does a salute in a quite mocking way.</i> &quot;I'll be sure not to call your cane.. I mean... your STAFF a cane. Just, humor me a little, by definition, a cane IS a staff. You might've well had just said 'Duh, don't call my husky a dog!' I mean really, but I said I wouldn't do it. Scout's honor!&quot; <i>He's very obviously trying to hold in a laugh.</i><div class='edited'>(edited by Gou_Shijima)</div>

<i>Harry sees some images of a vague figure in white. Harry gets the feeling that Gou, too, isn't all as he appears. Harry can get the sense that most of his past shaped his future. Much of Gou's core seems to be fueled by a deep rage, but it fades to reveal an intense desire to protect the ones he cares about. Any mistake he's made seems to stem from a genuine hope that what he was doing was the right thing. His more recent life seems to be happiness, but there are spurts of sorrow mixed in. It appears Gou's mask of being a carefree photographer is well fitted on his deep rooted antisocial tendencies. Gou seems to share that hidden wit with Harry, but his wit seems much more closely rooted in what he knows than general knowledge. Within the pit of his soul seems to lie two souls. There is Gou's soul, of course, but laced throughout is a quiet and stern presence that seems to watch over what he does.</i> &quot;Man, that was a trip! I think we'll get along REAL well!&quot;

<i>Gou grins from ear to ear. What Harry said was true, but he had some reasons why he'd think it were so.</i> &quot;Info dealer is a broader term I guess. Some people dig up the right stuff and give it to the wrong people, then POW! Our rep is up a creek without a paddle. I won't complain though, if I make a small mistake I don't have to deal with the public if that info gets out. Anyway, who's she? Another business partner? Ooooh love interest? Come on Gramps spill the beans!&quot; <i>Gou seems to have much more concern for this than he should.</i>

<i>Gou chuckles to himself.</i> &quot;Other guy? I ain't done much work directly with him, but his style is INFINITELY cooler than yours for sure. Guy uses rings, can't confuse a ring for a stick can you? Word is he's contracted a dragon, his pal contracted a chimera, manticore? I forget. They do some work with the police. Got any more questions, cuz I might hafta start chargin' for this kind of information. Oh, first one's on the house I guess!&quot; <i>Gou retrieves a small square photo from his bag of a man in a bizarre red and black suit. The red parts seem to be of crystalline structure, with silver lining separating it from the other parts.</i> &quot;You're Harry, yeah? Of course you are, I heard you say it. I'm a man who believes in exchanges, so my name's Gou. Gou Shijima. You seem oddly more American than the other people here; I like it. I lived in America for a while.&quot;

<i>A man squats near the entrance taking photos. He whistles aloud with the snap of a shudder.</i> &quot;Man. I can't tell what's worse! The disrespect, or the safety code violations!&quot; <i>He snickers quietly to himself, he'd surveyed the area so there wasn't really any defining evidence of murder. Not that he'd been able to find of course.</i>