Majima snorts as he lights up. Magic. Of course. "Lots of people 'round here with special powers. Like a comic book come to life."

It's a little unnerving -- people who look normal enough casually mentioning they're immortal, or that they can summon fire from their fingertips. The embers at the end of his cigarette flare as he takes a drag. "Ya do any magic yerself, Isidor-han?"