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Cairo's first stop was Euphoria to visit with his Father. It came as little surprise that Lucien and him had some elaborate theme running and he shared his costume and the part it played to antagonize the cambion in town for his own amusement. Another playful trait from his father. The two shared a drink and their plans for the evening, the tricks and treats before he excused himself when he saw one of his favorite treats enter the club from the VIP section. Raphael's area had the best vantage point, as it should.

"Well well, look what the bat dragged in." Shade smirked eyeing the costume clad councilman that walked into his bar stepping into his way before he could make it to the actual bar and offered him a vial that was full of some sort of shot he wasn't giving the details on. He didn't have the mask on for his own costume at the moment too busy drinking to wear it and the on and off for that was excessive. "If I decide to do something questionable can I hold it against you, G-spot?"

Cairo was aware when the councilman of Israel made his return as much as he had been when he left. A lot of things had been different then. Cairo was different. Less confident in who he was and his abilities, though they were also different. He supposed that meant a lot was the same in how much he kept to himself. Always holding back more of himself than he gave. The only things he ever openly shared were those he couldn't keep. Things Gideon would find out, like him not being a medium since now he had a heart beat, lost his neko spirit, and was mortal. Granted his abilities as a witch at this point and expertise in necromancy made killing him rather hard in comparison to a normal human, but he wasn't as impervious as he used to be. It also caused things like a dampness of sweat on his hands and brow. He wasn't nervous. Not someone of his pedigree. Even if he was facing a councilman was far older than himself.

"If you ever want me to come handle that civil unrest in your country, you know all you got to do is ask." Raiden said coming up behind Gideon. Granted Raiden's fix to civil unrest was to kill everyone indiscriminately. It's how he solved every problem. Anyone who said violence didn't fix anything hadn't used enough violence. He found fear and violence fixed everything.

"Mr. Rechter, have you thought about letting Jesus into you." Cairo said with a wide grin holding out a glass of bloodwine to the councilman. The joke was in poor taste, but Cairo's inhibition was down a bit more than normal since he may have drank more than normal with his family since it was the first Christmas in a long time they spent together. He had a lot to celebrate and he wanted to celebrate more with the councilman of Israel.

The meeting went longer than expected, Raiden was more preoccupied with his phone than the meeting he showed up to. Usually his seat was vacant since he only came when votes were cast or something of importance was happening. Israel's return was one of those things because it was his neck of the woods country wise and he and Gideon had more of a history than most. It wasn't always friendly because Raiden didn't know how to be friendly with anyone. They had fought in a number of wars, sometimes on the same side and sometimes opposites. It was harder now, back then the world wasn't so interconnected and their faces weren't as well known. They could slip in and out of conflicts because stories traveled slow. Now he was known, there was no playing in human conflicts without bringing his country of representation into it. Everything was far more diplomatic and boring. It was why things like Raph thrived. How they could droll endlessly and Lucien with his power points and spreadsheets. If he saw another fucking spreadsheet.