El jumped off the ship into the dock, and streched his muscles. The ship he had just jumped off was a small one-man craft dubbed "The Sea Fox". El tied up the ship and slipped the keys into his pocket. He hummed as he walked the dock, looking at the buildings lining the shore. They all glisned in the sun. El was impressed. They don't make 'em like this back home. Of course, 'home' was a hut on a mountain. He eventually worked his way to the end of the dock, and, lost in his own daydreams, bumped into somebody. Sorry. My fault.

Lucifer growled, realizing somebody had bumped into him. "Hey, watch where you're walkin' buddy," he muttered, brushed a lock of his white bangs away from his face. Red hair, green eyes. Average guy attitude.

El had a fleeting idea. He coughed, but the cough sounded strangely like the word "Innish". Like I said, I'm sorry. I should have been looking where I was going. El started to go around him, but was actually listening for his reaction.

"Well pay better fucking attention next time," Lucifer muttered angrily, noting the word, or rathere 'coughed' Innish. "Oh, and by any chance, are you mocking magic?"

Actually, I was trying to see if you were Innish. If you weren't you would probably have assumed it was either a real cough or that I was speaking nonsense. El turned to face the other man. So, what is your name?

"Lucifer," he stated boredly, "Lucifer Valentine. And yours?" Well, hey, a conversation could never hurt anyone.

El Yukamara. I just arrived form Japan. El rested his fingers on his nunchucks. So, you live around here? El then mentally spalled himself for asking such a stupid question.

"Japan, eh? How's it there?" He asked, wondering if it was anything like Germany. He, coming from Germany, carried the accent with him. "Yeah, I do." he said shortly.