Have you seen a demonically possessed girl around?

[Doctor]

Anshel stretched as the alarm beside him demanded his attention. He and Azura had bro-ed out the rest of the plane ride over, as well as into the private craft that brought them to Chile. Too late to start their investigation, the two had quickly acquired a room. A short but epically delightful sleepover later and now business requested their involvement once more.

The Council at least had the mind to have Melora tailed, available support ready at a call. Her lone wolf complex, of course, refused to utilize them. They weren't keeping her alive, but they could at least give him an idea to where she might be. Maybe even with whom.

Anshel took a corner of the comforter and threw it off of him, burying Azura in the sheets. His hunters would be by to brief him on what he suspected was going to be a mess of ridiculous proportions. Time to get back to work, he lamented. It would seem that with that Russian, work would never end.

[AzuraGallu]

Azura poked his head out from beneath the piled up comforter, bleary-eyed and clearly still half asleep as he flung out his arms over the edge of the bed. Eying Anshel he yawned before letting loose a jumble of slurred words.
"Why the fuck are we going after Mel again?"
He sighed, limbs stretching out in front of and behind him, fingers curling with the small effort. Looking away from the Judge, he spotted his clothing on the floor and let out another huge sigh, lifting himself from the mattress and tugging on his pants.
"Remind me to either kill her or screw her when we find her."

[Doctor]

That's a good question, Anshel thought to himself. Why are we going after Melora?

So, yes, maybe a small attachment had formed for the girl. Someone couldn't possibly piss him off so much if he didn't care. She was probably going to die the way she was approaching things, and that would probably make his life infinitely easier. However, he had a disturbing suspicion that losing her would cause him to grieve instead of celebrate. And given that her depressing family drama was their only lead, well... Why not?

Anshel sat up and padded to his suitcases, selecting a new outfit that would compliment the climate. Chilean nights were warm and humid and the thought of being gross and damp in a suit for their journey made him frown unhappily.

He'd only just laid out his selections when a knock and familiar introductions greeted his ears.

Oh fuck. They were early.

"Um..." Anshel looked around and found a terry cloth robe. It would have to do. "Just a moment!" Slipping his arms through the sleeves, he looked back into the bedroom. Azura was beside the the room's only bed, disheveled and shirtless and with his fly still down.

"Shit." This was maybe not the right impression to give as acting High Judge. Usually he wouldn't give a rat's ass about appearances, but he was a figure head now and he was struck with an ugly feeling of embarrassment and anxiety, as if he'd stolen a treat from a cookie jar he wasn't supposed to open and now he was about to be found out.

"Hunters are here early!" Anshel whispered to his delicious cookie. He could feel the panic in his face as he turned around and around in the middle of the room, searching for something to do that would make the fact they'd slept in the same bed a little less obvious.

[AzuraGallu]

A very slow, contemplative and positively impish smile made its way onto Azura's face as he looked at the frantic Hunter. His mussed hair, half-robed body, and blushing face were nearly irresistible, though he found himself acting responsible and not acting on his bodily impulses...for quite possibly the first time in his life not counting Melora.
He stretched his arms above his head, sauntering over to his suitcase, still not bothering to fasten his pants as he leaned over to pick up the small parcel. Pointing one finger to the open bathroom door he chuckled quietly. "I'll be in here. Oh, and we got separate rooms for the night and I'm a lazy, good for nothing partner who only thinks of himself."
With that he flipped his hair over his shoulder to punctuate the statement, waving his fingers in a goodbye as he gently shut the door behind him.

[Doctor]

Anshel thanked his hunters for their vigilance before dismissing them. Last they'd seen of her was in the fucking Atacama desert near some cave systems alone except for her gun, alive. Now they'd go back and sit at their base on the outskirts of the wasteland waiting for a call that would probably never come, playing rummy or whatever the hell it is they did with long stretches of free time. An exchange of contact information and he'd booted them out politely because it simply wouldn't do to have them see him throw a tantrum.

Anshel dragged his feet and collapsed face first into the bed, tucking his knees underneath him and burying his face in arms.

"So, you heard that?" He called out to the bathroom door, the words slightly muffled with his face against the soft cloth of his sleeves. He leaned forward on his arms to bury his face deeper. "Fuck my life," he whined loudly through the mattress.

[AzuraGallu]

The quiet opening of a door was heard before Azura silently stepped out, moving to stand directly next to the bed. "All of it," he said with a raised brow, bemused smile taking the Judge in. "She's still alive, I bet." When he made to bury his head deeper, Azura crossed his arms over his chest and frowned, clothes swaying slightly with the movement.

He'd taken this opportunity to get out of his constricting diplomatic clothing, opting for the more comfortable style he'd usually wear in his own home. An opaque swathe of white fabric was draped around his torso, gathering at the elbows to hug his forearms all the way to his wrists. His pants did much of the same, though they were tight at the hips, loose in the groin area, and then hugged his calves on the way to his ankles in a similar fabric, though much less see-through. He'd kept his jewelery on, much more noticable in this outfit than before, gold hoops on both ears, two encircling his neck and then a gilded golden armband that he'd chosen to wear at his wrist.

"Anshel," he said in a warning voice, placing both of his palms flat on the mattress, "Get up or I'll be forced to play with you." He looked down at the Hunter, barely a foot separating them. And the funny thing was, he was completely serious, right down to the growl 'you' was spoken with.

[Doctor]

"Gaaaah," Anshel moaned the complaint into the cushions before rolling over. Stretching his arm above him, he grabbed at his phone to check the message he'd ignored while talking shop.

The childish scowl that had been dominating his face was replaced by a more stoic expression. The face of serious business. Anshel lifted himself to sit on the edge of the bed, pressing a button and waiting for his friend to receive him. Finally, the boy picked up.

"Christopher, what's wrong?"

[Doctor]

Anshel listened attentively at the boy's explanation and request. Turning the phone to speaker, he held the device in his lap, a look of consternation evident on his face.

"I... I mean... I can help you lay low, Christopher. I have plenty of places you can stay. Unfortunately, if the goal is to stay safe, following Azura and I into a barren desert to hunt down a madman seems counterintuitive to that."

Anshel pressed the heel of his hand into his eyes in an attempt to ease the aching pressure in his temple long enough to think.

"Christopher, where are you headed?"

[AzuraGallu]

Moving to Naoto's thread.