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It was getting fairly late in the day, but that didn't stop people from being out and about on the chilly evening in Durem. There were large clumps of people randomly walking around the streets, all starting to bundle up for the cold.

Walker himself was draped in clothes as well. Heavy scarf around his neck, European flat hat tilted on his head, and his hands in fingerless gloves stuffed into his pockets. He was still cold. Goddammit.

Heaving a sigh, the man felt again for the energy he was looking for, and managed to pinpoint it in a nearby arcade. He could only find the direction earlier, but with the decreasing distance between the two, it was easier to track.

Walker shivered with a small breeze that came by, and hurriedly quick-walked into the arcade. After the door shut behind him, he took a brief moment to shake himself a little bit, easing a little warmth into his limbs. He wasn't quite certain which brat in here was the one he was looking for, so all he could do at the moment was wander aimlessly around the arcade, watching the kids playing the games in earnest; he maintained an interested expression, occasionally sparing a moment to grin and compliment a guy on a move he just knocked someone out with.

Where was the one he wanted?

Walker was meandering through the aisles of games, his scarf hanging down in front of him and unwrapped from his neck. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, one of them folded around the small metal bookmark, feeling the strings dangling on the ends.

It was when he heard the two arguing voices that he could pinpoint it. They weren't too much louder then anyone else in the arcade, but they certainly drew his attention. Maybe the "jedi" comment, reminding him of the little twins he dropped on the coffee couple.

He stopped behind them, watching in interest while the boy, guy, whatever age he was, fought with an Asian character that seemed to be compulsive about kicking.

"A little OCD about your moves, are you?"

Walker watched the exchange between the two friends, before a smug look came onto his face. "Hey Hitmonlee. Wanna bet if I can beat you or no?" He asked, a crooked grin spreading while he raised an eyebrow.

"Bet you've never played anyone quite like me." He said, folding his arms across his chest, the bookmark stuffed up one of his sleeves.

He put on a thoughtful face, tapping his chin with one finger before his smirk widened, and he pulled the bookmark out've his pocket, the metal gleaming softly in the dim lighting of the arcade.

"I bet this." He said, laying the bookmark down on the gaming table above the controls. "I win, you take it." Walker raised an eyebrow again, drumming his fingers on the game table. "You win, your call."

Walker smiled, moving in front of the second player controls. "Game start, then?" He said, though it wasn't particularly needed. He selected his fighter, Johnny Cage(Why not?), though it didn't really matter to him who he played as.

It wouldn't have mattered who he played as, seeing as he won fairly quickly. He turned to the guy and simply grinned, leaving the bookmark where it sat on the game table. "Well, I hope you enjoyed the fight at least, Señor Lucas." Walker said with a small, flourished bow.

He merely smirked as he took the bookmark, and with an exaggerated tip of his hat, he disappeared in a small puff of smoke, the soft echo of laughter accompanying the disappearing trick.

"Have fun, boy. You'll see me again soon."