Janet
In the pursuit of, well, fun, what did footsteps bring themselves to? 

Tzogos found herself pondering the question as she'd long since traveled away from the areas she usually lingered. Her little casino would run just fine without her presence there, people worked under her anyways. Plus, she should be taking this opportunity by the handles, right? It was a big moment stepping into new grounds. As she gently fixated her blackened mask, she strolled through the streets of the city, perusing around as her hidden eyes glanced at numerous figures who littered by.

Though, nobody seemed to interest her. She could take her interests to individuals who were boring, that was given. It wasn't fun when she built them up and backstabbed them, though. They were all too predictable, what's fun about predictability? Regardless, she continued her stroll through the city, whistling as she waited for someone to catch her attention.

 This place couldn't be *That*.. Dull.
Marietta
He was unfortunately known in Kahlo, a couple years back a scandal that concerned the treatment of humans greatly involved him in it. Every now and then he visited Kahlo just for a stroll down memory land, like today. He wore a simple white victorian blouse with romantic sleeves that would droop elegantly if he happened to pick something up. The streets were well-paved in Kahlo, at least in the big cities. He would be lying if he said he was here just for a stroll down memory lane, in reality he was looking for more people. People to expand his business to or just to meet, he found humans peculiar. He himself was one but he was.. Sick minded. So every now and then he goes out and about and simply wanders. "Some day it is." He mumbled to himself as he looked up at the sun, it was disgustingly bright today.
Janet
And it seemed that someone finally caught her eye.

After a simple look around of the area once more, the figure noticed this.. Man. And with that, the look of almost, emptiness. Maybe she was a bit on edge for the new city, but this individual had no give-away facial features, something that usually helped deter the girl from the 'boring' individuals who so happened to litter the world. Her outfit was mostly black, a sort of cloak that kind of looked more edgy than it did mysterious, cept for the red lines that seemed to dig around it. Red and black, similar to a card deck! Underneath that very same cloak was the most barebones outfit, simple black with a singular pocket. Her masked face turned to look at this 'unreadable person as quieted footsteps found her walking over to meet them in the eye. What she was thinking at the moment laid completely unbeknownst. Curiosity? Happiness? Fear? Such emotions had long been discarded since the don of her mask. What she felt and what faces she made were nothing more than actors behind a closed stage.

As she came within close distance of the other, she cracked her gloved hands, tilting her head slightly as she bored into the other's eyes, truly devoid. Seems her initial thought was right, this wasn't anyone readable.

"Oh, oh, lookie here.. Someone finally interesting..."

Her voice is.. Well, odd. Maybe it's the cover of her mask making it feel different, but it carries a sense of.. Uneasy curiosity. A sort of interest that doesn't seem to be too good when taken a closer look into. She doesn't give the other a chance to say a word, interjecting once more.

"You can call me Tzogos. Now I'd like to know your name."
Marietta
The person suddenly appearing up to him surprised him slightly, he raised an eyebrow as he looked at the mask that covered her face. He assumed it was a woman from the body figure and voice, he raised an eyebrow as he spoke. There was always a chance of recognition, he was unfortunately well-known as mentioned before. Luis eyed the woman from head to toe, peculiar fashion taste. Leaned more toward the "Edgy" Side of fashion, no matter though. 

He was about to open his mouth and respond when he was cut off, this was certainly some first impression. Not that he cared, but still. Luis pursed his lips together as she asked the question, "Are you done? May I answer your question before you interrupt me again?" He waited a couple seconds, "Thanks. It's Luis De Joaquín Martínez, but you can call me Dr. Martínez."
Janet
The figure tilted her head back to its usual position, eyeing the other behind her mask once more before she pulled back.

A doctor? She found it somewhat interesting. Getting to work with the human body, that was something pretty fun. For a brief few seconds, Tzogos remembered the time she posed as a doctor and purposely botched a transplant of sorts because she found it funny. Was it a transplant? She didn't recall it too well, cept for the fact that her 'patient' was rendered dead after the incident, and so too her name at that time.

"Doctor, hmm? And tell me, what kind of doctor are you?"

What a wonderful question. She could gouge a brief overlook of this individual concerning their profession. Anything she deemed dull gave great insight into whether she should just drop the topic all-together or continue pressuring on someone who didn't seem to keen of her already. Sure, she was a tad bit irritating, but nobody really showed that when talking to her, this being one of those times.
Marietta
He found this stranger very... Pushy in a way. He's never met her before yet here she goes interrogating him. It irked him a bit, but then again it really didn't. His whole personality that he put was a simple facade, he smiled softly at Tzogo's as he nodded slowly. 

"I'm a taxidermist, but occasionally I work with animals. I usually do humans or species. I have quite the collection of humanoid specimen." 

His tone was nonchalant, he eyed the woman up and down again. She seemed like a gambler.. He assumed mostly from her talking speed and how she gets straight to the point. Not only that it reeked of cigarettes, or maybe that was someone else. Either way, he stood there crossing his arms together. The sleeves of his shirt dropping elegantly, in the midday sun his golden earrings shone brilliantly.
Janet
At such a situation, one would expect a cartoon bell to sound out.

That was one of the perfect things to hear.

Taxidermy, and even openly admitting practicing on humans themselves? The idea of such rang throughout the girl's mind, and despite smiling, not a single emotion was given due to the shroud of a mask on her head. She stepped closer, piquing up at the idea of a collection. Wasn't that interesting? And it also provided a sliver of insight on the other. Sure, they were somewhat hard to read, but every second was spent trying to delve deeper into that seemingly shut mind of theirs, and this was one of the simple starts that provided a great leverage.

She spoke once again, that curiosity before now brimming with a mix of malice and intrigue, words that sounded like a coated poison in honey. She didn't let any bygone words fall from her grasp, instead opting to say what she was planning.

"You know, it'd really be nice if you could show me that collection of yours... You've got my interest."

That honey-filled voice wasn't her true feelings, though. A mere facade she'd put on once more. After all, it was a tad bit more convincing, no? And if it didn't do it's ounce at convincing, well.

That was yet another insight into this mind she was facing.