Woe Upon Ye, All Who Enter Here [Lukas/Natasha]

GERMANY
As Natasha gathered whatever caught her eye, Lukas moved with focus. Deliberate movements tracing the wooden shelf, knocking whatever books in his way to the ground. The texture was soft underneath his fingers, the smell of rot having already seeped into the home. "Which section was it..." The man muttered under his breath, the floorboards underneath a low creak.

"1470... No, 1520." He half sprint the distance, hand flat against shelving all the way. Lukas stopped suddenly, patting a unambiguios section of the shelf multiple times. "Yeah, yeah, hey Natasha." Lukas called to his fellow Quincy, gesturing with his head towards the bookshelf.

"Watch this." A half grin.

Breathing in, the man turned his gaze back to the wood; hand tightening around it. A faint pulse of spiritual pressure, veins creeping from its surface. Pulling reishi through the wood, it'd give appearance similar to blut, thick blue lines coursing. A heartbeat later, and it'd burst into nothing, revealing a rather large hidden compartment. Lukas pulled his arm back quickly, a pained look describing more of the process than he would bother to put into words.

"That was always a neat little trick," the man grunted as he leaned into the cavity, heft apparent as he pulled himself back to height. "But this is what I came here for."

Turning to face Natasha, the man held an enormous silver case. On one side of it were multiple, thick latches, no visible hinge protruding from the otherwise glossy, smooth surface. Rounded edges pushed into the floor as he lowered it, turning the opposite side to show - Erleuchtete Bestrafung, engraved with another long-dead man's handwriting.

"You know anything about it?" The same surefire, cocky half grin stayed across the man's face.

Excitement.

GERMANY
"Kinda." Lukas moved to pick the entire thing up, cradling it in his arms not unlike an infant. "It re-formats your Letzt Stil. Originally I think it was some kind of rehab when the technique was harsher on the body, but nowadays? Not common. Figure a lot of the shit I learned isn't very common."

Moving towards one of the few pieces of non-decaying furniture, he set the case down with a slight grunt, steadying the table's surface as it wobbled. "C'mon, help me get this thing open. There's two locks on either side, needs at least one other person to open and operate."

Gesturing Natasha forward, the man pointed to either oblong end of the case, two turn knobs that needed to be held in place. "Oh, and you wanna try and pull reishi out. Call it a party trick."

GERMANY
With his eyes on the case, he'd barely even recognize Natasha speaking.

The mechanism gave way, a hiss of releasing, archaic pneumatics as the cover lifted. Pulling his hands off the release, Lukas pushed upwards, the case yawning open. Eight copper rods stretched the case's length, arranged and bound by several concurrent silver rings. Etched in the metals were various forms of iconography - from an arrangement of mathematical formula to quincy symbolism, markings of the old and occult.

A long whistle as Lukas traced the engravings with his hand, Between the metal, a material stretched underneath, one end revealing an opening; the other, an iron plate fashioned into a quincy cross. "Now that's pretty."

With a sharp breath, Lukas closed the case, the locks re-engaging on their own. "So, you find anything good?" He turned to Natasha, readying himself to pick the case up as they left. "Hoping this shithole can be useful for something."