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(Setting) The Tango Down Divebar!
| >Further inside, the bar table has also been cleaned and a familiar face stands behind it, wiping a glass and examining her short, black hair in its reflection. To her side, a short girl with short brown hair and a beret walks by, with a mug of coffee, looking down at a tablet connected by several wires to the back of her neck. She walks over to where the stuffed hot cocoa mug is and snuggles beside it.
| >In the back, a tall woman with blonde hair sits at a table, poring over a stack of documents. Her labcoat is open, revealing a low cut black dress.
| >Someone appears to be in the bathroom and has no sign of leaving.
| >Through the door, out of the blanket of rain, comes a bandaged up man, with a intricate, engraved brass arm.
"Afternoon."
>He sits down at the bar, only taking quick glances at the surrounding people.
"So how's the bar been doing?"
| >>159906
>The bartender shrugs.
"Long time no see, mister stranger. Bar's been fine, as you can see." >She gestures to the slightly changed furnishings, then looks over your shoulder.
"Whatever happened to the guy with the razor hidden in his cap?"
| "Can I get a bad touch? I like what you did with the place."
>AM looks down in pain.
"He's Gone. I traded my hand and mind to save his kid."
| >She looks over your missing hand as she makes your drink.
"...you don't say... mighty nice of ya, for someone like him."
| "At this point? I'm pretty sure no matter what I do will redeem me."
>AM raises his 'missing' hand, showing a brass, engraved hand.
"At least I got an arm back."
| >A tall man enters in and sighs...
"Hello AM"
>Graham sighs and sits down.
"Hows your shady stuff going? I hear you ditched the small child..."
>He looks over to the bartender
"Crevice spike please..."
>He snaps his fingers leaving them into a finger gun.
| "I'm just like you MK, I ditch people so they don't die around me."
>AM returns to his conversation.
"I got some brass plates made by a local artisan. otherwise, it's got a gun compartment inside, and some recoil dampening. nothing crazy."
| >>159933
>A crevice spike smoothly moves into your hands. The bartender's wrinkles at the mention of a child being abandoned, but otherwise she doesn't appear to react.
>>159936
"A cybergun? Neat. Looks like your doc did decent work."
| (nose. The bartender's *nose*. Rip.)
| >>159938
"What? Cybergun? Fuck no."
>AM rolls up his sleeve, letting the arm open up.
"It's simple. It hold my VP9."
>He closes the compartment, but rolls his other sleeve up.
| >An conspicuously tall womans steps in, crouching through the door. she is completely soaked, and seems generally annoyed
"Well, havn't been here before.. atleast it's warm and *dry*."
>She sits down at the bar and sighs
"Do you have anything warm? perferibly not alchohlic?"
| >>159943
"Ah, so it's a prosthetic that HOLDS the gun, as opposed to being a gun built into an arm..." >She says, examining it.
"Honestly, you're better off this way. The other method is easier to conceal but runs into its own share of problems, you know, like keeping a shadowdoc on the payroll."
| >>159946
>The bartender waves to the newcomer.
"Welcome to the Tango Down. We're actually brewing some hot chocolate, if you're interested." >She says, smiling.
| >A familiar tall, young man walks into the bar, carrying a laptop case and all manners of tech on top of his coat.
"Hey everyone is been awhile."
| "Bartender. Double Bad Touch. Please."
>AM notices who it is...
| >>159949 "A hot chocolate sounds nice... "
>She sighs and starts to take off her wet gloves, revealing
a rusted mechanical arm.
"How is one?"
| *How much is one
| >The short beret-wearing brunette looks up and straightens her glasses. She groans.
"... And here he is..."
| >Tall woman forks over a credstick
"Give me 2, maybe more later"
| >>159973
"Hey Cocoa. You don't have to sound that annoyed..."
>He chuckles to himself
"I even decided to bring your whole crew sweets again since you said you liked them..."
| >>159977
>The bartender returns with two steaming mugs of the frothy looking stuff.
"Bon appetite'"
>>159979
>Cocoa stammers and you see her visibly bite her lip instead of replying. From the back, the blonde woman approaches the bar.
"Stooping to bribery now, CN?" >She says, tut-tutting.
"Oh, how the mighty have fallen..."
| >>159985
"Stick to accidental wooing, CN. Bribery is my niche!"
>AM blunts in to the conversation, still at the bar stool.
| >>159985
>CN turns towards the blonde woman
"Bribery? But that implies I'm trying to make a deal of some sort. I just did it cause I felt like it, you don't have to have any if you don't want."
>He shrugs
>>159986
"AM please..."
| >>159989
>The blonde throws up her hands in mock distress!
"Oh woe is me... it appears that I cannot resist the allure of free chocolates..." >She says, winking. She turns to >>159986
"None of those were 'accidents,' by the way."
| "Cocoa, dear-"
>The smol grumbles as she retreats from the foyer. Then she returns, picks up the giant stuffed hot cocoa, and scurries off.
>She turns back to CN.
"So. What *actually* brings you here today?"
| >>159996
"I actually did just want to hang out with Cocoa and the rest of you gurls though..."
>He slumps somewhat defeated
"Well since I guess that's out of the table... I assumed Cocoa told you about the shadowthread post already?"
| >>159998
>The blonde, or should I say, Vanilla, sighs.
"I never said you couldn't *relax*... and, no. What shadowthread post?"
| >>160003
>She reads over the thread quickly, zooming through it with her eyes scanning the text uncomfortably fast.
"...I see. Curious."
| "Can I assume that *you* aren't planning to take this job?"
| >>160015
"Of course not. We are working together after all. Plus it would be pretty silly of me to warn you if I was going to take it."
| >>160022
"Can never be too careful," >Vanilla says, smiling, although you can feel a subtle change in her behavior- much closer to the previous one you're used to.
"Thank you for bringing this to my attention."
| >>160023
"No prob bob. I am curious though who you think could had posted the job. Definitely would have to be someone who has the cash to spare."
| >>160026
"That... is a good question," >Vanilla says, picking up a mug of hot cocoa that had materialized just nearby.
"Suffice it to say that there are plenty of suspects. Care for a drink?"
| >>160039
"So... chocolates...? I have enough for your whole crew, although I can't help but worry that Cocoa always seems to leave everytime I leave the room..."
>>160040
"So I like light and sweet drinks, sue me. I can handle my drinks but I like keeping them light in case of an emergency. Also cause of that no chocolates for you."
| >>160041
"Fine by me... Chocolate goes horrible with a crevice spike... Trust me by experience..."
>He shrugs
| (*everytime I enter the room)
| >As the Tall woman recieves her frothy cocoas she gets up and goes to the fireplace, enjoying the warmth and mostly ignoring the conversation
| >Vanilla smirks.
"Don't mind her; she's just a tad bit jealous of someone who has a habit of entering places they don't belong," >She covers her mouth, but you can hear her chuckling all the same:"Kokokokokokoko..."
| >>160047
"Sure."
>CN hands AM a few pieces
>>160050
"I don't belong in the bar...?"
>CN tilts his head in confusion as he offers some chocolates to the bartender as well
| "Thanks man."
>AM nibbles on the chocolate, preserving the flavor.
| >>160054
>Vanilla's eyes narrow.
"I'm a doctor, CN. I recognize when one of my subordinates is experiencing the warning signs of infatuation, even if they don't think so."
>The bartender spits out her coffee, choking in the sink.
| "Though to be fair, with Strawberry around, it's sometimes easy to forget..."
| >>160063
"I-Infatuation!?"
>CN practically chokes on the piece of chocolate in his mouth
"Oh... well, this might get awkward considering I'm already in a relationship..."
| >AM just finishes his last bad touch, satisfied.
"you guys got bottles of whiskey?"
| >Graham chuckles out loud smirkinh.
"Beer please..."
>He says finishing his crevice spike.
| >>160065
>Vanilla shrugs.
"I think its cute-" >She freezes, then brings a hand to her ear.
"...It appears that I'm needed. If you'll excuse me..." >The woman leaves the bar, disappearing behind a door.
>>160066
>The tender brings you a short glass.
"What kind?"
>>160067
"What kind?"
| (She's asking both of you which kind of whiskey and beer you'd like, sorry for the confusion.)
| "Looks like she bailed on the flirt... Hehe...That was pretty cute if you ask me..."
>Graham chuckles
| >AM Nudges the glass to the side.
"I'm asking for a bottle to go, not a single. But if you have it, single malt, please."
| >>160071
>A tall glass with frothy, reddish brown beer appears in your hand.
>>160074
"... you're being serious about this being your 'last' job, huh?" >The tender says, pulling an entire bottle off the wall.
| >>160068
"Busy as always it seems..."
>CN mumbles to himself as he faces the bar
"Guess I should be more tactful in the future, I wouldn't want to hurt Cocoa's feelings..."
>>160073 >>160075
"Don't be ridiculous you two, you make it seem like any gurl I know fall heads over heels for me or something."
| >>160082
"But they do, Harem Master."
>>160080
"Yeah. I just want to live easy now."
>AM takes a closer look at the bottle as she is taking down the bottle.
| >>160084
"Please stop making me sound like kind of player... I normally have terrible luck with women."
| >>160084
>You see that it's some kind of vintage brand, a tall rectangular bottle with unbroken wax covering the nose. The tender swiftly removes the wax and pops the top, and pours the dark amber liquid into your glass.
"...Smart man. You look like you've been through a lot. Maybe even too much."
| >>160089
"I'm not? I mean I guess hacking isn't that conventional of a career but I'm no one out of this world."
| >>160082
>The tender glances toward CN.
"To be blunt- she's still upset that you and your friend broke into her communication relay. If you've been wondering why it hasn't shown up online recently, the Boss asked her to disconnect it until it could be secured. Soured her mood pretty badly."
| >>160082
"Well it doesn't seem so... You have a girlfriend do you?"
>Graham Laughs and takes a sip of the beer.
| >>160093
"Ever heard of 'you ain't pretty, but you got it going on?"
>>160091
>AM takes a sip of amber, before gently setting it down.
"That's the stuff. You got a bottle to go? Preferably sealed."
| >>160095
"Oh... wait I never broke the relay, some outside group seems to be connecting it to the board online... hmm... maybe I could help fix it?"
| >>160097
"Is that not normal...? You have one too you know..."
>>160098
"Are you calling me ugly..."
| >>160098
"Sure, let me do that for you..." >The barkeep pulls out a small device which she then attaches to the top of the bottle. She twists it tightly, sealing it.
"Feel free to keep the top. You can return it later when you come back."
>>160100
"...let's say we were interested. *How* would you go about *fixing* it?"
| >AM murmurs to himself.
"Some people just don't get it..."
>He places a cred-chip on the counter, still sipping his whiskey
| >after a few minutes the door opens on its own and a clink could be heard.
| >>160104
"I regret giving you chocolate..."
>>160109
"Well I'm sure Cocoa as good at her job but I'd start with stress testing. Since it seems like someone is accessing your comms from the outside, maybe there's a security hole that could only be seen from the outside. So while I'm probing the system for holes Cocoa and I observe from opposite sides, one inside the comms and the others outside. Maybe the problem is that Cocoa can't find the hole cause she only has one pair of eyes.
| >>160117
"And yet you gave it, Mr.Protagonist."
>AM then glances towards the self-opening door, and turns back, towards the bartender.
"Is it just me or is there someone there?"
>He whispers to the bartender.
| >a few moments later another clink can be heard.
| >the bartender lokks and sees nothing, the door has indeed opened itself though, could this be the work of a cloaking device?
| >>160125
>The bartender slowly slides backward, and places one of her hands around the smol of her back.
| "Uh..."
>CN shifts uncomfortably in his seat at the sudden tension in the room
| "Don't be an ass, and turn off the cloaker."
>AM says dismissively, as he keeps drinking.
| >>160130
>immediately a clink and a slapping sound is heard.
>suddenly appearing inthe barstool an asian woman in black power armor and a gold colored bird symbol shows. She has long black hair and her face is flush.
"Whoops...heh....fogot. Gomen."
>hanging off her hips are some 30 scabbarded swords.
| "A Phoenix. are you 3?"
>AM keeps the conversation casual, not really giving a shit anymore.
| >The tender blinks her eyes.
"...Well. Hello," >She begins, not moving her arm from behind her back,
"Welcome to the Tango Down. How may I serve you?"
| "Huh. I've met 2 on a rooftop. and 1 in a different bar. you seem like the one who doesn't have a stick up their ass."
>AM finishes his whiskey.
"Bartender, Can I get a glass of water?"
| >>160143
"Hmmmm....good kind."
>>160142
"Only 2 likes stick up their butt.....oops."
>they blush
"Shhhh....thats a rumor."
| >>160102
"yeah barely... She goes off and does her own thing... I barely even talk to her anymore..."
>Graham shrugs
| "Heh. Your armour says experienced, your tongue says green behind the ears."
| "Hmm... A Phoenix huh?"
| >>160142
>The bartender smiles as she pours a glass of water and slides it your way.
>She then gets a shot glass and pulls down a very, very smol, and very old looking bottle of brandy. It's covered by a purple velvet cork, which she then removes, and pours the contents into the shot glass. She pushes it toward the Phoenix.
"Would you care to tell us about this rumor?"
| >CN squints at the label of the alcohol that the bartender just gave Phoenix 3 and quietly goes back to eating chocolate, only mumbling a "Perv"
| "Fair enough."
>AM turns to the bartender.
"Hey tender, can I take a look at the brandy? It looked quite rare."
| >>160162
"Be my guest..." >She slides the tiny bottle over to you.
>Upon inspection, it appears to be a rather expensive brand, and in tiny text you can see the words "120 proof" written on the label.
| >one of the swords pop out of the scabbard.
"Whoops..."
>she pushes it back in
| "120 proof? Are you trying to kill people?"
>AM places the bottle back on the counter.
| "My, what many swords you have there," >The bartender says, wiping her glass.
| >>160169
>The bartender shrugs.
"If I were trying to kill someone, I would have used something stronger."
| >>160169
"True. This is better to loosen lips."
>AM keeps drinking his Water.
"So Phoenix 3, do you have a name?"
| >>160173
"Oh? You sound like a connoisseur," >She replies, looking over the weapons.
>>160174
"I'm sure she's a big girl, mister Meat."
| "Hehe... Mister Meat..."
>Graham laughs out loud.
| >>160179
"As you wish, Mr. John..."
>>160178
"Sumaragi, huh..." >The bartender says, rubbing her chin.
| >>160206
"Ah...."
>she takes a drink of the empty shot glass
"It is a very long tale. Full of sorrow and woe. Of betrayal, and the fate of a country on the brink of collapse."
>she looks up at the ceiling
| >>160208
"I don't like to scuttlebutt about family, even if they were involved with the triad and the yakuzwa."
| >AM sighs.
"A turn of phrase."
| >>160207
>The tender refills the shot glass with something decidedly less powerful- an 80 proof vudka.
| >>160239
"I know that's why..."
>He just pauses and turns back to the bartender
"So about my plan... what do you think of it?"
| >>160239
"What CN is saying, is that maybe you should have a glass of water next, rather than shots."
| >Ferris walks in the bar in her usual uniform greatcoat. The air about her tired and rather dreary
| >A big plastic glass of water, followed by a pitcher, makes it way over.
| >>160250
"Crevice spike. ...Please"
>She takes a seat at the bar and raises a hand at AM in a motionless wave. Her eyes tired and sleepless
"Yo"
| "What is it today? Paperwork? Patrol?"
>AM pokes interest
| >>160271
>Ferris doesn't give much thought but gives a greeting anyway
"Hey"
>...
>She remembers that there was something about this man. something important that she's having a difficult time to remember
>Giving up a second after, she replies to AM
"Days of straight paperwork. Sometimes I feel like I get some extra to keep me stuck inside the station but oh well. I'm done now"
| "Sheesh. I heard you fucked up the bail sum."
>AM keeps drinking his water
| >>160284
"That wasn't me that was the Treasurer"
>Ferris downs her drink and asks for another
"But I did get my ass destroyed explaining how a VTOL got on the capitol roof despite my unit's surveillance grid"
| "So what am I supposed to owe you? Or should I say your superiors..."
>AM asks, as he turns to the bartender.
"Can I get a second, unsealed bottle? I'll keep the first one here to drink."
| >>160293
"I don't know yet. Finance's still working it out"
>Ferris sighs as she stares at the bottom of her glass.
>>160272
"Damn, now I want cloaking too"
| >>160302
>AM pours some whiskey from his bottle, handing her his glass
"So any clue on who the VTOL people are?"
| "They always wear suits, their names are hair colors and on the surface they seem to want you for that 'thing' you have. Might be connected to a Bain or some grey-suits too"
>Ferris shrugs
"Do we know anything you don't?
unfortunately no"
>She accepts the drink and downs it as well
|
| "I doubt it's the same one, but for a bit, I used to work under a Bain back in Washington, never saw him, but always trusted him."
>AM pours himself some, and some for Ferris.
"I hope you walked here, because there is no way you are getting back by bike."
| >An Asian woman enters along with a large man which could easily be assumed to be a body guard. She wears a black suit tailored for men but with ostentatiously cherry red hair tied into a loose bun adorned with ornate hairsticks.
| >>160319
"Well how are -you- doing. knowing you -something- must have happened"
"And I don't mean the things I could have already known"
>She rests a finger on AM's forhead
"I mean what I couldn't have known up here"
| (Yes. And water is wet)
>AM smiles to himself, remembering the pup.
"I'm floating. I got myself a puppy, Doc says that I got to form some kind of attachment. It's the cutest thing."
| "That's progress. Good."
>Ferris slides AM's glass back to him and orders another round
"Two Vodka Mojitos. And a Bottle of your best Vodka"
| "We having one of those wild nights?"
>AM raises an eye brow.
| >The Asian pair sits at the bar table
"A Piano Man and Piano Woman please"
>The man asks the tender while the lady smiles quietly
| >>160341
"Which kind. The-wake-up-next-to-someone-you'll-regret or the Pass-out-in-the-middle-of-the-street kind"
>Ferris replies, her thoughts getting a bit hazy
| >AM pours himself another.
"Lets not get too ahead of ourselves."
>AM tugs at his collar.
| >The Asian lady places a hand over her mouth to comment
"Oh my aren't you officer Ferris and Mr. Mano?"
| >Graham takes the Jane in his hand.
"Seems theres a hole bunch of people voming to this bar huh?"
>He looks over at the newcomer.
"Join the party."
>He takes a sip.
| >A very tall woman with black hair and seemingly glowing green eyes, augs maybe, wearing a large black coat and a suit enters the bar. Followed by the distinct smell of cigars and gunpowder, she sits calmly at the bar and looks at the tender.
"Can I get some whisky? Had a terrible day and I need something to pick me up"
| >>160341
>A colorful pair of Mojitos, stuffed with fresh mint leaves, makes its way to your waiting hands. The tender places the bottle of vudka that she used, an brand with the words "Baby's Breath" stamped into the side.
>>160345
>A cute Piano Couple of sorts arrives at the eager hands of both guests, both with miniature umbrellas.
>>160483
>The tender brings over a trio of drinks, a short, squat bottle, a tall clear bottle, and a bottle shaped like a triangle.
"Take your pick."
| >>160544
>The woman sighs
"What's the strongest? I would take a glass of that, on the rocks if you would"
| >>160373
"Alright then. Well what do you need from us."
>Ferris takes the mint drink and sips it, this time not downing the shot.
| >>160361
"You know us, but do we know you?"
>AM takes an unhealthy gulp of mojito.
>>160373
"Shame, and I though we were having one of those nights."
| >>160685
>>160727
"My name is Zhang Chunhua"
>She introduces herself with a small bow
"A... Business woman from oversees looking to make new acquaintances."
| "What kind of business? And please, there in no need to bow."
>AM Keeps drinking.
| "Whos your pal?"
>Geaham looks over to the man.
| >>160755
>she cheerily places a hand on her bodyguard's shoulder
"Ah this is my caretaker Xu Zhu. I'm afraid I can't go around much without him."
"..."
"He doesn't speak much"
| >>160767
"No reason in particular. But you might just be the most approachable authority in the city's three peace keeping bodies"
"And Mr. Mano has a knack for walking into and getting involved in numerous situations"
>Making a playful joke she goes on with a polite smile
"There are certainly other people I'd wish to meet as well"
| >>160774
"That's the dumbest reason I've heard this hour."
>AM finished his drink, and pouts his whiskey in to the glass.
| >(Flattery? Am I going to get bribed. This is triad. Definitely triad) -Thoughts
>>160783
>Ferris stifles a laugh. at AM's reaction
| (Now to confuse everyone as much as I've confused myself with 2 laptops)
| >>160796
"Well don't you sound like quite the busybody."
>CN turns around on the stool as he says this to join the conversation
| "Yeah... She's all yours Ferris."
>AM turns away from the conversation.
| >>160800
>Zhang finally takes a sip of her Piano Woman. Admiring the Large company
"Setting up a business takes resources. whether financial, social or informational"
| >>160804
"Awww don't pout eheheh"
>Ferris slurs, resting her head partway on the table. Before remembering the situation. She struggles a bit to sit herself straight and maintain her cool
"I mean. Yes."
| "Jesus. You drink like your still in police academy..."
>AM snides at Ferris.
| >>160815
"I never went to the polish academy"
"I'm not even really supposed to beee a cop"
"But heere I amm"
>Ferris slurs along, her head hazy and bobbing about
| >>160760
>The woman recieves the bottle, and examines it, pouring herself a glass and drinking it in a single motion
''Ah, that's some good stuff, thanks''
>>160817
''You're goddamn lucky, police academy is the single most boring thing i've done in my whole life''
>She opens up her coat a little, exposing a GCPD badge
| >back on the bar stool the woman reappears
"Ah..."
>all of their swords are missing
| >>160817
>Zhang places a hand over her mouth in play shock
"Oh my. Perhaps we should talk again when you're sober"
"Later on if you'd like I can arrange to have you driven home. I stake my name that you return home safely"
| >>160836
"Huh?"
>they look around and see their swords are gone.
"Oh, they get lost some times. They always find their way back to me."
| >>160833
>The woman looks at Ferris
''The name's Elena Douji, i'm an LT''
>Her eyes narrow a little
''You're one of pheonix corp's officer, I presume''
| >>160846
"Hmmm..."
>she nods
"Yes, I see how that'd be quite hard to understand. Oh..."
>they turn invisible again
| >>160853
>Ferris takes a second to collect her drunken self.
"Nope, GCPD LT same. Which Division are you from?"
>She straightens her coat to make the point that she's wearing a coat. not powered armor
>>160854
"Damn where do I get a set of those"
| >>160859
>Elena takes a swig, and looks at Ferris
''You mean Division as in location or as in the work I do? Because for the former i'm close to Jinston, as for the latter, i'm mostly in investigation, or as I like to call it glorified paperwork hell''
>She answers rapidly, deadpan
| >>160864
"A drink to papur wurk hell"
>Ferris chuckles as she empties her glass. Just having gotten off paperwork duty herself
| >Elena raises her glass
''To the GCPD, and my shitty boss closing down my case''
>She downs the glass of whisky
>>160879
''How much has she been drinking, this is intense''
>She asks
| >>160883
"Easy Xin. I made a joke, because Ferris looks like she had 1 too many."
>>>160884
"2 Crevice Spikes, about... 2 double whiskeys, and a mojito."
| (AM)
| >>160904
>Elena stares at Xin
''What's with the camouflage system, I heard those were expensive as hell''
| "Ferris... I think you need a drive or walk home... Umm..
>Graham looks around trying to find someone.
| >>160906
"Oh yes. We had good manufactoring at the time. I'm the only one who uses it though. I like the shock when I pull out a sword and slash. . ."
>they pop one of the swords out and cuts a blue streak of light from the blade shines its path
". . . .And then decloak and show myself to a criminal."
| >>160909
"Ok. I think I need to get Ferris home. And get going to the PD."
>AM gets up, putting away his sealed bottle away, and taking Ferris' bottle as well.
"Come on Ferris, lets get going."
| >Elena stares at the sword, her glowing eyes following the blue trail
''I haven't met someone who uses swords in a long time, That's quite old-school''
>She drinks a bit more
''Though I guess it goes well with active camo, perfect for silent takedowns or something''
| >>160911
>they resheath the 1 of 32 swords hanging from her hips
"Yeah. Its funny sometimes though I just like to stand in front of them so when they bump it ripples and I show myself."
>she wobbles a bit
| >>160910
"It's fine It's fine, Don't count me out until I knock out"
"or until I commit a misdemeanor"
"но я не детсадовец"
>Ferris rests her head at the table sideways. comfortably refusing to go
| >>160913
"why carry 32-though? Can you toss them around and pull them baaack with electooomagnets or something?"
>Ferris speaks, head still on the table
| >>160918
"Hahaha. No no, that's more 2's thing."
>>160919
"Not quite. But I can use them as javilins and throw them. Some I use as bait to find weapons dealers."
|
| "oh my this turned out to be quite the party"
>Zhang turns to AM
"You've had a few yourself. I can have a driver pick up you both up"
| (you both up*)
| >>160919
''I actually once met with a vigilente who used a huge greatsword and threw it around, bringing it back using wires and magnets on his powersuit''
>Elena shrugs
''How he managed to not separate himself in half is still a mystery to me''
| (I'm on the move, so I'd is changing always. -AM)
| >>160944
"If you wanna go home sure. I'm slowly clearing up anyway"
>Ferris says with her face down on the table.
"Oh ho ho hoo man I'm going to be so embarrassed and full of regret tomorrow"
>She gives a small, quiet laugh
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| >The venerable dive opens itself once again for business, once again with the furniture rearranged conspicuously to represent the current season. The ghastly carved pumpkins and hand-knitted stockings have vanished and instead have been replaced with stuffed snowman made out of felt and what appears to be a gigantic plush hot cocoa mug, sitting on a couch. The fireplace is roaring, its warm light dancing off of the shag carpeting and brick walls of the foyer.