"Blood magic? Yeah, I did a bit..." Mikkish said, not thinking or remembering the sign outside "It's pretty powerful stuff. I was going easy on that guy on the boat." He bragged, even though he was appalled at the idea of having to do the blood magic he knew about. Much of what he read in the book required cutting yourself to turn your arm into some kind of melee weapon, or disembowel yourself to mutate into some kind of Resident Evil style monster. It seemed, in short, like a much more powerful, though twisted, form of physical buff or shape shifting. Mikkish never even tried it, even the lighter stuff, like cutting yourself to increase stamina, as it seemed too emo.

"GET OUT! GET OUT RIGHT NOW OR IM CALLING THE COPS!" Yelled the manager who had overheard Mikkish

Mikkish sighed "Hey man, can you keep it down over there? I got this little bit of a fuckin headache." He said to the manager

"In callin law enforcement!"

"Makin friends all over, its what I do" Mikkish smiled as he said this, and walked outside, planning to see if the alcohol laws were the same as the US or if he could grab a 40 Mikki (Where his "nick" name came from)