<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Bfi-00n-g67.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Juan Sánchez Villa-Lobos Ramírez<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Outside the Linbergh Estate - Singapore<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Any<br/><br/>Ramírez stood some distance back from the wall surrounding the estate, watching the traffic flowing in as the sun set, leaving the horizon burning with flares of gold, red and orange. He idly scratched at his chin as he considered his options. One of his contacts, a drunken reprobate called Wu, who claimed to be a wandering Fangshi, had told him that something was going on in there tonight.<br/><br/><em>"The spirits are unsettled my friend." he had said, gesturing with a wide swing that almost collided with a waitress going past. "Something calls to the 9th Court, something dark and terrible, red and black and hungry for souls."</em><br/><br/>He had made Ramírez swear to investigate it, find out what the danger was, and put a stop to it. That was why he was standing under an awning, staring at the well lit building off in the distance.<br/><br/>"Are we no gonna go and do something tonight?" came a very faint voice from inside his jacket pocket. "It's boring in here.". Ramírez let his gaze drift back and forth, ensuring no one was close enough to overhear anything he might say. He wasn't worried about anyone overhearing the other side of the conversation, but a man talking to a silver hip flask tended to be looked upon disfavorably by the local police, and as amusing as it would be to run them around town a while, he did have more important things to do tonight. Now that he was looking at the building he was getting a faint sense of unease himself.<br/><br/>"Looks like Wu was right after all." he murmured.<br/><br/>"Who?"<br/>"No, ye bampot, Wu."<br/>"What?"<br/>"Who?"<br/>"Wu!"<br/>"Wu who?<br/>"What?"<br/>"Ach, crivens."<br/><br/>The chorus of voices was replaced by faint sounds of brawling, and the hip flask twitched in his hand. Ramírez took a deep breath, opening the lid and blowing softly across it. All sound within ceased.<br/><br/>"Keep it down in there." he murmured, raising the flask to his lips and pretending to drink. "I need to think."<br/><br/>"It gets easier wi' practice." came a reply from inside the flask.<br/>"How would you know, you've never bothered wi' thinking either." interjected a second, and moments later the flask once again echoed to the sounds of muted brawling.<br/><br/>Ramírez shook his head, capping the flask and tucking it away, muttering a string of curses in at least 4 languages and tried to figure out what would be his best way of getting into the latest place he had absolutely no business being in.