Post number #167561, ID: 3017fa
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>The Old Man passes a strip of bacon to the Snowmeranian, who nom's it gratefully!
Post number #167564, ID: a78502
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>>167534 (from last thread) >He pulls his gaze from the floor to the smol doggo girl, only to be attracted somewhere else. The action could remind one of opposite magnets interacting. "..." >But since the man is not merely a magnet, he has the worry of coming off rude. He nods and bows (very subtly, very slightly, more of a gentle lean) at her greeting, only still looking away. ..Hopefully the message got across.
Post number #167571, ID: 3017fa
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>>167564 >Sadly, the doggo girl failes a Sense Motive check and looks up at you, still confus.
"U-um, w-would you like a menu?" >She says, squeaking again.
Post number #167595, ID: a78502
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>>167571 >Sensing his own failure, he chooses to speak instead. "Yes..Please."
Post number #167599, ID: 4c509e
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>a few of the men cheer amongst themselves internally as they take in the fanserviced blessed upon them. They move and grab at each other frantically but hold back on making much noise.
Post number #167607, ID: 4c509e
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>one of the men that joins in gets punched in the shoulder by another >"Hey wait you have a girlfriend"
Post number #167611, ID: f5cfd6
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"Would that data be related to that voice that keeps being heard through the stream? I must admit, I've been pretty curious about the going ons of that stream." >CN states matter of factly
Post number #167622, ID: 455746
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>The girl nods "I believe there to be two voices acting differently in that terminal, one seems more corrupted, while the other always uses a phone and a landline to call" >She scratches the back of her head "Even I do not know who that voice on the phone is, shamefully enough, but I have an idea about the corrupted voice who appeared a while back" >She stares back at CN "The data is related to that one in particular, I believe it to be a dangerous individual we believed dead"
Post number #167643, ID: f5cfd6
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>>167622 "Okay I think I understand the gist. You need to find AM to find out Intel on a weapon this third person has and you need to talk to OS to find the location of this terminal since they put the stream up right?"
Post number #167651, ID: 3017fa
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>>167595 >The doggo shakily hands a menu up toward you. "H-here you are," >She says, leading you to a small booth.
Post number #167652, ID: 455746
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>The girl nods "Yes indeed, it is so" >She smirks "I also need to make sure to eliminate that dangerous individual if my hunch is right" >She leans back into her chair, her eyes locked onto yours "If you ever come up with info, I would be willing to pay for it, very generously" >Her face is deadpan serious "And any info on someone missing an arm would be appreciated"
Post number #167660, ID: f5cfd6
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>>167652 "I'll see what I can do. I'm acquantied with OS but I sadly don't know of her whereabouts at the moment. If I run into her again I'll make sure to ask her for the location. As for AM... er, he tends to frequent bars and the like but there's no real partner, it's more like I keep running into him for better or worse. How should I contact you if I learn anything?"
Post number #167661, ID: 347ea4
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>Dahk finishes her sixteenth beer, and rambles some more "Ol man, i need my seventeenth!... Seventeen? One and Seven...teen... Seven? Sven? One Sven? who is Sven again?
Post number #167663, ID: 3017fa
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>>167661 >The Old Man has conveniently disappeared to the kitchen.
Post number #167664, ID: a78502
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>>167651 >He accepts the menu with a murmur of thanks, bringing it along with him as he follows her trail up to the booth.
Post number #167671, ID: 347ea4
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>>167661 >Dahk continues with her ramble "Caeser was backstabbed 17 times... Now we have salad!"
Post number #167679, ID: 455746
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>>167660 >The girl pulls out some kind of device, with a switch on it "Use this to contact me and I will answer" >The voice seems distant "As for OS, say A20 is the one asking for the info, and relay this message: The crimson rose is in GC" >You can feel the disgust from the girl, A20, as she mentions that name >She then stands up, laying a credstick on the table "Call me anytime, this info could save the lives of many" >She then walks over to the dog girl "I want to pay my bill"
Post number #167689, ID: f5cfd6
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>>167679 "Hmm... Okay then." >CN carefully pockets the object away in his laptop case "I'll see you around then if I find any of that info for you." >He waves her off with a friendly grin
Post number #167722, ID: d88fcb
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>>167679 >The doggo girl's ears perk up! "Ok!" >She gets your bill for you!
Post number #167731, ID: a78502
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>Meanwhile, the man makes himself comfortable in the booth. He's taking off a bag slung over his shoulder and sitting it next to him on the seat cushion. He handles the menu awkwardly, thumbing through the sections..
Post number #167735, ID: 455746
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>The girl gives the exact amount she owed "I will be back, it was delicious" >She smiles and pats the dog girl's head, before putting on her hood and leaving the premises, dissapearing intk thin air as she walks down the street "I got some art to go admire it seems" >The voice says, not reaching anyone anymore
Post number #167761, ID: 3017fa
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>>167731 >The wolfgirl returns to you.
"Need some suggestions?" >She asks.
Post number #167778, ID: a78502
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>>167761 >He lowers the menu. "If you could," >And then lays it flat against the table, free to be pointed at if need be.
Post number #167790, ID: 3017fa
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>>167778 >The wolfgirl shows you a wide variety of breakfast items including the typical diner foods- plates full of sausages and gravy, eggs in every meal, hashbrowns, variations of "The Slinger" (seriously, every diner has their own version/name of this one dish). They then turn over the menu and show you a few of the lunch and dinner options, in case you want something a little more classy. >The second menu is really just full of drinks.
Post number #167794, ID: 3017fa
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"I... er... personally like the chicken fried steak..." >The wolfgirl admits. Then her belly growls.
"...Shitsureishimashita," >She says.
Post number #167809, ID: f5cfd6
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"Hmm... wonder when this guy is gonna get here..." >CN mumbles to himself as he drinks some of his coffee, being alone again for the time being
Post number #167814, ID: 516d71
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>The door opens and a man with a biker jacket and slicked back black hair strolls in, looking around. "This is Lily's? Not what I pictured..."
Post number #167825, ID: 3017fa
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>>167814 >The doggo girl approaches you! "H-hello," >She says, looking at your biker jacket and slicked hair. "W-welcome to L-lily's Place-" >She stops for a moment. Then her eyes light up, as if she was meeting a movie star or something. "H-how can we serve you?" >She says, in awe.
Post number #167827, ID: 516d71
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"Hmmmm how indeed! There wouldn't happen to be a detective around here, would there?" >The man leans down and gives a somewhat offputting smile. Not evil, but still unsettling
Post number #167846, ID: 3017fa
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>>167827 >The doggo looks up- for some reason she seems to have an inordinate amount of fascination with you! "No mister Danny!" >She says, gleefully. Her stuttering has stopped. "I don't see any detectives here," >She says, scanning around at the remaining guests, from the large group in the corner, to the man currently being helped by the wolfgirl, to CN, and to the bunny girl, who's returned with a heaping load of food for the big group.
Post number #167848, ID: a78502
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>>167794 >Before her admission he had been more than a little overwhelmed with the options. It's a different experience to be shown through it all then just a quick peek, though he wasn't necessarily put on the spot to make a choice now. But.. Now he seems busy with trying to hide a smile. It doesn't work. "Then.. That, with an extra egg? On the side, and.." >He returns to the menu to select a drink. Something flavored and fizzy - Some kind of soda.
Post number #167850, ID: 3017fa
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>You see something... wagging... underneath the back of her skirt. Wagging quickly. >Her ears also noticeably perk up! "C-can I get you a table?"
Post number #167854, ID: 347ea4
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>Dahk finally passes out, mumbling the word '17' over and overagain
Post number #167858, ID: 3017fa
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>>167848 >There's a variety of home made fizzy drinks here, including soda pops of various flavors, some of which don't look like they're even from Glitch City. (The hell is a birch beer?) >The wolfgirl scribbles down your order of "CFS w/ext egg" and then goes through the list of pop. "The orange fizz is good," >She says, coughing, "It has real orange bits and a peel as a garnish."
Post number #167859, ID: 3017fa
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>>167854 >The Old Man conveniently returns and sets a makeshift pillow made out of towels under your face.
Post number #167860, ID: 516d71
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>>167846 "Danny?" >The man smiles again "The names Dallas, actually. I'll be happy to have a table though, thank you."
Post number #167862, ID: 3017fa
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>Meanwhile, the bunny girl has set out one of those fold able serving trays with three large platters, two with the seafood special and one big thing of nachos. She begins to slowly move them over to the large group. In the process, she seems to squeeze her chest together. "Bon appetite, everyone!" >The bunny girl says, her ears fluttering.
Post number #167864, ID: 3017fa
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>>167860 "Ok Mister Dallas Zuko!" >The doggo girl says, leading you toward an empty table near a vintage brick fireplace, which stands near the center of the building.
Post number #167865, ID: 3017fa
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>>167862 >Two large pitchers of Belgian White- or this universe's equivalent- also make their way to the large group's table.
Post number #167867, ID: 516d71
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>>167864 >Dallas takes a seat at the table and stretches, letting out a big yawn "Shame it seems I got the wrong place" >He looks around at the hustle and bustle and the cute staff "Well, it's not so bad I guess."
Post number #167898, ID: 3017fa
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>>167867 >The doggo girl hands you a menu! She still looks more enamored with you than should be normal for someone meeting a stranger for the first time.
Post number #167902, ID: 516d71
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"Something wrong, kid?" >The man looks at the doggo girl and takes the menu "You're looking kinda star-struck. You think I'm some kinda celebrity?"
Post number #167906, ID: a78502
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>>167858 >The man jumps at the coughing, only to realize she was still watching him. "Never.. Never, ah, had something like that," >He peers at the specific drink on the menu. "Orange.. Well, if it's good," >He smiles more easily this time, hinting at his acceptance of her second suggestion.
Post number #167910, ID: 3017fa
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>>167906 >The wolfgirl smiles as she marks that down. "It'll only take a few minutes- would you like the drink now, or with the meal?"
Post number #167913, ID: 3017fa
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>>167902 >She nods up and down really quick with her hands placed in a beseeching gesture. The tail wagging becomes more obvious.
Post number #167915, ID: 516d71
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>>167913 "ah, it's fine. Not hurting anybody" >He smiles again, a little softer but still somewhat unsettling "Can you get me a crevice spike, kid? loaded with karmotrine." >He makes a show of popping the collar on his jacket
Post number #167928, ID: a78502
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>>167910 "With the meal-" >He stops. "..Should I," >He folds the menu and scoops it up to hold in the wolf girl's direction. "Sorry.. Should I give this to you?"
Post number #167929, ID: d88fcb
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>>167915 "C-crevice... spiku?" >She says, confused. She nods yes and then runs off to the old man and relays your order.
Post number #167932, ID: d88fcb
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>>167928 "You could keep it if you feel like ordering more, if you want," >The wolfgirl responds.
Post number #167936, ID: d88fcb
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>Seconds later, the Old Man delivers the Crevice Spike... extra karmotrine.
Post number #167942, ID: a0082c
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> Meanwhile, Newspaper Man from earlier is still on exactly the same page of the paper, glancing over it at the other diners occasionally. His teacup is in his hand, empty.
Post number #167952, ID: 516d71
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>>167936 >Dallas takes a big gulp right away "Aaaahhh, That's the stuff." >>167942 >Dallas glances over at the man, taking immediate notice of him. He chuckles and looks back at his menu "Some people lack subtlety" >He mutters under his breath before taking another gulp of his drink
Post number #167953, ID: a78502
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>>167932 "Oh." >He puts it down, away from where any plates, cups or utensils might be placed. "Then, um. I'm good," >He laughs, sounding embarassed. "Thank you.."
Post number #167955, ID: d88fcb
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>>167953 >The wolfgirl takes the menu with a smile and goes to >>167942 >Newspaper man. "Would you like a refill?"
Post number #168016, ID: a0082c
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>>167955 "Oh, yes, please. Also - could you give this note to the man by the fireplace? And don't tell him who sent it - although I'm sure he can figure it out." > The man hands the waitress a folded slip of paper.
Post number #168039, ID: f95378
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>>168016 >The wolfgirl obliges and fills your teacup with more Matcha, then she looks at the folded slip without opening it up. She raises an eyebrow but then does as she asked.
Post number #168041, ID: f95378
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>>168039 >Does as she's asked*
Post number #168208, ID: 516d71
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>Dallas receives the paper from the wolf girl and smiles. "Excuse me, can you get me something to eat please? I'm thinking uh...." >He looks over the menu one last time "maybe some ribs?" >He takes a gulp of the drink again and opens the paper
Post number #168234, ID: b52c68
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> The paper reads as follows: You're being watched. Don't trust the man with the eyes like ink.
He is the harbinger of your demise.
> The paper is a receipt from a nearby drugstore. The buyer bought a newspaper and a toothbrush.
Post number #168243, ID: 3c8a26
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>>168208 >The wolfgirl nods, but as she leaves you can't help but feel like she suspects something is wrong.
Post number #168247, ID: 516d71
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>Dallas laughs out loud as he reads the note. "What fun! Here I thought I was the one after someone!" >He's not being particularly quiet while he talks to himself. He looks right at the newspaper man and waves, gesturing him to come over with a complete disregard for secrecy
Post number #168250, ID: 8751a9
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>CN fiddles with his phone as he finishes the rest of his coffee "Man at this rate I'm going to overstay my welcome... should probably order something." >CN raises his hand to call one of the waitresses
Post number #168254, ID: 3c8a26
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>>168250 >The bunny girl at first saunters toward you, until she realizes who called her over. She stops and walks over normally, stroking her injured ear. "What's up, big bro?"
Post number #168255, ID: 8751a9
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>>168254 "Hey, what's up? Was wondering if I can have a menu to order something, been waiting for someone for awhile and I'd feel bad if I just take up the space with just coffee."
Post number #168294, ID: 3c8a26
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>>168255 >She shrugs and hands one to you. "Let me know what you want!" >She says, winking.
Post number #168324, ID: 8751a9
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>>168294 "So everything been good in the place? I will admit I was a little surprised at youre uh... ad read. Hmm..." >He checks his watch "I'll have some scrambled eggs with white toast... and some orange juice."
Post number #168326, ID: 3c8a26
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>>168324 "It's been boooooring, until the ad, actually," >The bun-bun says as she takes your order. "This is the most people we've had in forever."
Post number #168339, ID: 8751a9
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>>168326 "Well I guess boring isn't very stimulating but at least things have been safe. Although I can tell you're definitely been trying harder to get repeating customers..." >He glances over at the large group of officers "Just be careful Okay, there's lots of asses out there."
Post number #168423, ID: e6dc34
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>>168339 "I knooooooww," >The bun-bun says, rolling her eyes. "You rescued us from some, remember?"
Post number #168436, ID: 8751a9
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>>168423 "Yes I know, but I still worry... like a big bro. Well you don't need to here me preaching anymore, I'm sure you get it from Akira enough as it is." >He chuckles
Post number #168446, ID: e6dc34
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>>168436 >She scratches her ear and feigns disappointment with a "Hmph!" "Hmph... and I'm older than her, too... she should be listening to her onee-chan." >She says, folding her arms.
Post number #168452, ID: 8751a9
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>>168446 "Heh, if it makes you feel better you can always give me some advice sometime and be a proper onee-chan. I'm sure you have some great insights that I need."
Post number #168465, ID: e6dc34
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>>168452 >The bun-bun blushes a little before she saunters off to check on the officers.
Post number #168595, ID: ce14bf
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>the officers mostly keep quiet to themeselves. But hype for the bunny girl has grown among the younger ones >"ask her out" >"Are you kidding" >"I have a bad feeling about that" >Three officers argue >"-I feel it in my bones" Sgt. Boney jokes through his rattling teeth >Ferris looks between the men and gives a small smile before her eyes go back to her laptop
Post number #168598, ID: 154b29
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>A man rushes right next to the entrance of the restaurant, wearing A hood and sunglasses, kneeling over to catch his breath. "Pah, Thank Christ for Cain."
Post number #168601, ID: 154b29
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>The Sunglasses guy enters the bar, sitting down next to CN. "Hey. How's your day been?"
Post number #168603, ID: 8751a9
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>>168601 "Uh... fine??? Who are you?"
Post number #168607, ID: 154b29
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>Sunglasses doesn't turn to CN, keeping his head straight, hood covering his face. "Sven Svensson. I'm here on behalf of a friend."
Post number #168608, ID: 8751a9
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>>168607 >He squints suspiciously at you "...what friend?"
Post number #168616, ID: 720a2b
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>>168595 >The bun returns to your table, soaking in the attention like a sponge soaks... liquid. "Enjoying yourselves, boys?" >She says, winking.
>>168601 >The doggo girl meekly approaches you with a menu held out! "W-welcome to Lily's Place, Bar & Grill!" >She says, "What would you like to order?"
Post number #168621, ID: 154b29
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>>168608 "A freind you where asked to find by a girl with blue eyes, pink hair, and white jacket. *That* friend." >>168616 "I'll take a cup of Black."
Post number #168622, ID: 720a2b
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>>168621 >The doggo scribbles down your order and hurries off to the bar to get coffee.
Post number #168625, ID: 8751a9
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>>168621 "How do you know about that, that literally happened like a few hours ago?"
Post number #168627, ID: 720a2b
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>>168208 >The wolfgirl returns with a marvelous half rack of barbecue ribs, with a side of thick-cut sweet potato fries!
Post number #168631, ID: 154b29
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>>168625 "It's what happens when someone leaves a burning trail."
Post number #168632, ID: 720a2b
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>>167928 >The wolfgirl has to head back to the kitchen quickly, though- >She returns with your order- a beautifully prepared chicken fried steak, with three sunny side up eggs and a fizzy glass of Homemade Orange Pop with real orange bits and a strip for garnish. >The wolfgirl bows, "Please, enjoy."
Post number #168634, ID: 8751a9
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>>168631 "I'm going to assume you mean A-20... so what's the big deal then?"
Post number #168636, ID: 154b29
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>>168634 "She wants m- our mutual friend's gun. I want to know why."
Post number #168638, ID: 8751a9
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>>168636 >He shrugs "Hell if I know. As far as I knew until now she just wanted to know what weapons she was packing. Said they were dangerous."
Post number #168643, ID: 154b29
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>>168638 "Did she want anything else?"
Post number #168648, ID: 8751a9
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>>168643 "Some other stuff... I don't think it's really relevant here... unless you know something I don't."
Post number #168651, ID: 866288
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"Please have some good food..." > An officer steps through the doors and looks for a place to sit, deciding to choose the table farthest from people. He wears a stab - and - bullet vest over a white short sleeved shirt, tired eyes completes him as he sits down, taking off his hat.
Post number #168654, ID: 154b29
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>>168651 "I know our mutual friend trusts you." >>168643 >The Sunglasses guy lowers his head slightly.
Post number #168662, ID: 8751a9
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>>168654 "....I meant about the lady in the lab coat. I'm still not seeing what the huge emergency here is."
Post number #168671, ID: 154b29
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>>168662 "No. But she irks me."
Post number #168673, ID: 8751a9
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>>168671 "Look I get she acts a little strange but that doesn't mean you should judge a book by its cover. As far as I know she just wants to talk to some people and ask them some questions. I really don't see the harm in that."
Post number #168679, ID: 154b29
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>>168673 "That's fair." >He flips his hood off, showing lots of scar tissue, infact, near sickening. "But when people talk about guns, they tend to use them too." >He puts the hood back on.
Post number #168684, ID: 8751a9
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>>168679 >He doesn't really seem that dazed by the site "I suppose so but it's not like I was planning of giving it to her or something. If I got the info I was just going to tell her myself instead of her just telling her where the person was. I figured that was the safest alternative anyways since that's all she wanted."
Post number #168686, ID: 154b29
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>>168684 "Don't let people use you, CN." >The man leaves for the bathroom, he knows where it is as if he was here before...
Post number #168694, ID: 8751a9
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>>168686 "Are they using me... or am I simply extracting information from them..." >He mumbles to himself as the man leaves (And for now I sleep)
Post number #168699, ID: 154b29
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>The sunglasses guy comes back, minus hood and glasses, plus 2 rolls of bandages. Sitting back down next to CN. "Good thing we got that out of the way."
Post number #168857, ID: 298e0a
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>>168616 "So much that We'll have another round. And the bacon topped fries" >One of the younger men replies "Do you have a policy against having a seat?" >he continues, having gathered enough courage to say something stupid. Some of his peers look at him with shock. The other female officer throws her face in her hands, furious. The skullfaced man tilts his head down, still unable to make an expression.
Post number #168859, ID: 298e0a
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>Ferris herself puts a hand over her face, covering her eyes. Flush from the second hand embarassment
Post number #168891, ID: 0691cf
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>A girl with dark hair enters the bar, wearing a large coat with long sleeves, and a small black mantle. >She goes straight for the bar and sits down a few chairs away from the people there "Gods i'm starving" >She whispers
Post number #168934, ID: 597ea8
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>>168699 "Must you always be so dramatic?" >He glances over at the officer that recently came in >>168651 "So who's that?"
Post number #169009, ID: 3177e8
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> The officer continues waiting, checking his phone every so often. He wears his badge on the vest, 'Hazard' carved in.
Post number #169053, ID: 3017fa
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>>168857 >The bun's lips curve into a :3 face. It looks like she was expecting this to happen. "I'll put those in for you, sugar, but no..." >She leans in, "There's no policy against me..." >She leans in closer to the young man in question, "...having a seat." >She withdraws, winking, and disappears back into the kitchen. >>169009 >The wolfgirl reaches you at last. "Hello- welcome to Lily's Place! What would you like?"
Post number #169054, ID: 3017fa
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>>168891 >The doggo girl reaches your table! "H-hello! Welcome to Lily's Place, w-what may I get you?"
Post number #169064, ID: 3177e8
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>>169053 > The officer looks to her and chuckles. "Might you guys have shrimp? If so, I'll take that. With some fries and a soda."
Post number #169083, ID: 263f5b
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>>168934 >AM takes a peak behind him, noticing the name and badge. "Him? That's Officer Felix Hazard. Got me out of the station and the white flash." >He swivels round on the chair, facing Hazard. "Hey Felix! Nice to see you!"
Post number #169091, ID: 3177e8
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>>169083 > Hazard looks to AM upon recognizition and smiles. "Hey, what's up? Good to see you, too!"
Post number #169093, ID: 347ea4
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>Dahk recovers from passing out, and gets up slowly "Ugh... is this heaven?." >She catches AM and groans "Nope, still hell..."
Post number #169096, ID: 263f5b
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>>169093 "Oh god damn it." >AM mutters under his breath. "Dahk, I thought you where cutting down?"
Post number #169102, ID: 3017fa
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>>169064 >The wolfgirl takes down your order politely, bows, and heads to the kitchen.
Post number #169105, ID: 597ea8
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>>169083 "I see..." >CN goes to drink his coffee but remembers it was empty from when he still ordered his food
Post number #169112, ID: 263f5b
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>AM grabs his cup of black... But only grasps at air...
Post number #169117, ID: 3017fa
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>>169112 (I've lost track of whether or not you were spoken to.) >>169105 >The bun-bun returns with a plate full of steaming scrambled eggs and toast, and a glass of orange juice!
Post number #169118, ID: 347ea4
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>>169096 "I am cutting back! I only drank 16 beers today! normally i drink 20!"
Post number #169123, ID: 263f5b
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(No bigge) >AM tries to get bun-buns attention. "'scuse me"
Post number #169125, ID: 3017fa
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>>169123 >The bunbun turns to you, shaking her tail. "Yes?" >She says, immediately turning on the charm, "I'm sorry honey, have you been helped?"
Post number #169128, ID: 3017fa
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>>169123 (It just occurred to me that this makes sense in context since you changed out of the disguise roflmao.)
Post number #169129, ID: 263f5b
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>>169118 >AM sighs in frustration. "Dahk, that's not much of an improvement..."
Post number #169133, ID: 263f5b
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>>169125 "No, not yet. Would you happen to have burgers?" >AM says, unphased by the charm. "And you you have to be so charming?"
Post number #169137, ID: 347ea4
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>>169129 >Dahk pouts "Jeez, you sound just like Angus... and i'll have you know it's an uh... 25% reduction?"
Post number #169141, ID: 3017fa
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>>169133 >The bun bun pouts. "I am nothing -but- charming! And we do! The Tavern Double is soooooooo goooooooooood," >She says, and it looks like she means it.
Post number #169144, ID: 263f5b
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>>169137 "20%. Now I get it that it's hard to drop, but at least stop being passed out drunk?"
Post number #169152, ID: 263f5b
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>>169141 "I'll have a Tavern double and a cup of black, princess Charming." >AM smirks.
Post number #169155, ID: 3177e8
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> >>169102 > Hazard watches her leave before sighing, relaxing. "This isn't too bad a place.." > He whispers to himself before returning to his phone, checking messages.
Post number #169164, ID: 597ea8
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>>169117 "Thank you!" >CN winks at the bunny gurl, not wanting to ruin the illusion with AM close by before going back to his foos
Post number #169165, ID: 597ea8
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(*food)
Post number #169166, ID: 3017fa
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>>169164>>169152 >The bun-bun winks suggestively before heading out to fetch your order.
Post number #169210, ID: 347ea4
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>>169144 "But when i'm passed out i'm not drinking! Anyway, can i get some be- *barbeque*?"
Post number #169211, ID: 3017fa
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>>169210 >The Old Man, who has somehow rematerialized, takes down your order. "Let me put you in for half a rack," >He says.
Post number #169225, ID: face6a
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>>169210 "Can't Win with you can I..." >AM sighs.
Post number #169320, ID: 455746
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>>169054 "Well aren't you a cute child" >The girl takes the menu whilst complimenting the dog girl and starts looking at it "Huh" >You can hear a weird sound coming from her as she looks around, but then she points to the set of ribs "i'll have those, it looks good"
Post number #169359, ID: f95378
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>>169320 >The doggo scribbles it down on her pad of paper! "Ok! I-it will be here soon, I p-promise," >She says, before running off to the kitchen.
Post number #169365, ID: 455746
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>>169359 "Thanks" >The girl closes her menu and looks around, before settling eyes on the agents and instantly turning her head the other way, she seems eager to not be noticed by them.
Post number #169369, ID: d86564
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Ok good going agent roger that
Post number #169516, ID: 516d71
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>Dallas waves his hand, trying to get the attention of one of the wait staff
Post number #169887, ID: f2d3c7
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> suddenly someome knoks the door and telephone ring bells
Post number #169892, ID: 75da98
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>>169053 >As the bunny girl leaves, the three younger men cheer and discuss the situation among themselves. >Ferris laughs to herself quietly before raising her head to speak with the black skull >"First Sergeant Benjamin, did we intend to recruit teenagers into our outfit?" >Ben crosses his arms and shakes his head no
Post number #169896, ID: 75da98
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>"Hmmm could we have them charged for sexual harrassment?" >"Not yet" Ben shakes his head again, as if it was a shame >"Hmmmm well it wouldn't be unhelpful to give them a little more physical to up their chances wouldn't it" >The men in question turn to stare horrified at the thought of getting smoked
Post number #170119, ID: 67beac
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>A very overweight looking man in a brown coat enters and looks around "This is the place"
Post number #170294, ID: 597ea8
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>CN soon finishes his meal and is now just making his way through the end of his orange juice "Ugh... when is this guy going to get here..." >He checks his watch somewhat inpatiently
Post number #170447, ID: 764cf0
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>AM checks his watch, confused as to where his food was...
Post number #170871, ID: cf38b8
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>Not long after the overweight man would enter, a short girl would push open the door with one arm - the other occupied with holding onto the strap of a rather large bag. She'd be wearing some relatively casual clothes, consisting of a dark hoodie, and a circular skirt. Other notable features would be her brown, chin-length hair, grey eyes and her maroon, augmented legs. She would look around rather blankly, before pulling out her phone and hastily typing a message with one hand.
Post number #170873, ID: 597ea8
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>>170871 >CN recieves a notification on his phone. After a moment, he looks towards the entrance and waves at the gurl.
Post number #170875, ID: c5a16d
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>>168632 >The man, having patiently waited, gave his thanks in time before the wolf girl had to leave again.
Post number #170877, ID: c5a16d
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>Now however, he's scarfing down whatever remains of his plate, maybe even initially surprising himself as to how hungry he really was. The eggs and a good portion of the steak had been thoroughly enjoyed, though the glass hadn't been touched yet.
Post number #170878, ID: cf38b8
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>>170873 >After receiving a notification, she would look up from her phone blankly at CN for a moment - letting the gesture register mentally, before she would wander over to the table in which he was sat at - pocketing her phone as she did such. >When she arrived at the table, she would open her mouth and utter a quiet "May I?", eagerly waiting for a response with her still blank expression.
Post number #170882, ID: 597ea8
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>>170878 "Sure go ahead." >He offers the seat to you and glances towards AM "Uh AM no offense but can you... get your own table?"
Post number #170886, ID: 26db86
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>AM looks at the girl, and back to CN. "Sure. Just tell them to bring my meal to the cop table." >AM stands up, and as he leaves to Ferris' table, he says, with a sly grin "Have a fun date."
Post number #170889, ID: 597ea8
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>>170886 >He rolls his eyes as AM leaves
Post number #170891, ID: 26db86
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>AM sits down near Ferris' table, still giving the smirk to CN, before turning his attention to something in the window.
Post number #170894, ID: cf38b8
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>>170889 >She would shake her head lightly, effectively shrugging off his shoddy retort before placing down the ridiculously large bag gently on the ground and sitting down at the table. "Thanks."
Post number #170898, ID: 597ea8
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>>170894 "No problem." >He glances down at the bag "Is everything in there?"
Post number #170913, ID: cf38b8
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>>170898 >She would nod. "A few extra things, too. I didn't exactly want to state what they were though, especially not over an insecure channel."
Post number #170917, ID: 597ea8
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>>170913 "I see... So where to go from here?"
Post number #170924, ID: cf38b8
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>>170917 >She would glance to the bag, and then back to CN. "That depends on what you want to do. I *could* just leave you with the bag, disconnect, and forget all of this ever happened - but part of me thinks that isn't exactly possible."
Post number #170925, ID: 597ea8
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>>170924 "Are you that curious about what happened to Cross?"
Post number #170928, ID: cf38b8
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>>170925 "Well, I am the one who had to go digging into her personal life as well as her mangled..." >She'd freeze up for a minute, before taking a deep breath and continuing. "...you get the idea. Partially curious, amongst other things."
Post number #170931, ID: 597ea8
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>>170928 >CN scowls at you for a moment but then closes his eyes and takes a moment to breathe to calm down "...Fine, I guess. But only if you're a little more tactful about things. She was my friend after all."
Post number #170934, ID: cf38b8
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>>170931 "I'll keep that in mind, then." >She'd look down, knowing that she was a bit too blunt and insensitive. Looking up, she would begin speaking again. "I almost forgot to ask; since you were waiting a fair amount of time for me - is there any way I could reimburse you?" >It was her fault that he ended up ordering something, after all.
Post number #170936, ID: 597ea8
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>>170934 "No it's fine, don't worry about it. Let's just go over the stuff in the bag and see where you go from there."
Post number #170941, ID: cf38b8
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>>170936 "Right..." >She would reach and pull gently at the singular strap on the bag. "Well, I have the things mentioned before - computers and related peripherals, cables, sets of keys, as well as those extras I mentioned."
Post number #170944, ID: 597ea8
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>>170941 "Well any of that stuff can we through now to get some clues?"
Post number #170948, ID: cf38b8
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>>170944 "Maybe the extra drives but I doubt the actual systems themselves." >She'd sigh. "Pretty sure whoever did it, wanted to cover everything up. I've been unable to draw any parallels for the past few weeks now."
Post number #170949, ID: 597ea8
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>>170948 "*Sigh*... well that doesn't really leave a lot to go on, well what's this secret stuff you did bring then."
Post number #170954, ID: cf38b8
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>>170949 >She'd look about before lowering her voice as to make sure no-one else heard. "I couldn't really pack all of them, but there's a few firearms in there too, different manufacturers and all. Biometric ID locks are removed, too."
Post number #170955, ID: 597ea8
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>>170954 "Jeez you make it seem like we're going to fight a battalion or something... what kinds are we talking about here?"
Post number #170958, ID: cf38b8
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>>170955 "In the bag? A variety of Hotaru sidearms, as well as some foldable Sebura FN-62s. Real top of the line stuff. The rest - I couldn't exactly tell you from the top of my head, but I can haul them over when we're done here."
Post number #170964, ID: 597ea8
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>>170958 "Hmmm.... okay thanks I guess. Personally I won't find much use for them but I know people who will."
Post number #170967, ID: cf38b8
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>>170964 "Alright, then. That should be everything, minus the additional clothing of course."
Post number #170968, ID: 597ea8
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>>170967 "Okay. So assuming whoever did this was as thorough as you think they are, how are we supposed to go about this?"
Post number #170972, ID: cf38b8
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>>170968 "I've no clue..." >She'd tap her fingers on the table, thinking for a moment. "For all I know, it could be an inside job. Which, is partially why I cut off from the old man and I'm doing my own thing here now."
Post number #170973, ID: 597ea8
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>>170972 "The old man...?"
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>>170973 "I think I've mentioned him before. His name's Tetsu Kuichi; used to be my boss up until a few days ago. Pretty sure he's still sitting around at the HC Investigations office for something to come up on this whole thing."
Post number #170975, ID: 597ea8
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>>170974 "What makes you think that he could have done this?"
Post number #170978, ID: cf38b8
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>>170975 "Well, to put it simply, he's been real shifty ever since we got assigned the case. Either, the higher-ups have him by the balls or he's hiding something and I'm not sure which one it is."
Post number #170983, ID: 597ea8
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>>170978 "And who are the higher ups?"
Post number #170990, ID: cf38b8
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>>170983 "It's hard to explain. Effectively, our branch was just a small number of people, being barely enough to move out and perform investigations of our own - however, we would have an offshore unit named 'Central' send in cases and info individually depending on your role. So, I don't actually know *who* the higher ups are, just that they're out in the middle of nowhere, basically."
Post number #171007, ID: ee7ed1
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>A young man wearing an unbuttoned dress shirt, loose t-shirt, jeans, and a small gold colored chain walks into the bar and sits down, waiting to be served. He looks around a bit, sort of gawking at the strange people and sights in the bar, sites that may have been common to some.
This city is gonna need some getting used to...
Post number #171069, ID: 597ea8
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>>170990 "Gonna be honest that sounds super suspicious."
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>Dahk gets a little bored, mostly cause she isn't drinking, so she goes to poke AM on the shoulder "Hey AM, didchu hear about Cain's new kiid?"
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(I must've had a brain seizure gees) > Felix sighs, leaning back in his chair and taking a look to see how the place has developed, wondering just about where his food is.
Post number #171089, ID: 455746
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>The girl in the black mantle looks at her phone, before taking pictures of around the bar, a sound can be heard coming from her, it sounds like something large and leathery hitting the stool she is on... "Waiting, waiting, waiting, The abyss only knows how I hate waiting" >She lays on the counter with a sigh
Post number #171205, ID: a64114
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>In comes a Cat Boomer- but not from outside. In fact, it seems she came from one of the staff-only areas of the bar. She looks quite sleepy, and her clothes look thrown on- notably, her shirt is on backwards, and her hair is a complete mess, giving the illusion of a long, bright red mane behind her. Her eyes scan the bar with a mixture of irritation, sleepiness, disorientation and plain old fury. "...god DAMN it."
Post number #171265, ID: 0691cf
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>>171205 >the girl in the mantle snaps up, and stares at the cat boomer, seemingly annoyed.
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>>171265 >Luckily, the Snom is here to dissolve tensions, and the Cat Boomer can't help but laugh and pick it up as it hops up to her. Then she looks up at the mantled girl. "...can I help you?"
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>>171281 >The girl turns her head again "Just wondering why you acted like that, you seemed angry and all" >She says, her voice sounds gruff "That and having someone act like that is annoying as hell, especially in a place that serves customers."
Post number #171398, ID: 366e5a
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>>171297 "I'm, ah, not in the best of moods when I've just been woken up, sorry." >She cradles the Snowmeranian in her arms, shrugging. "Anyway, I was kind of hoping to introduce myself in a more... dignified way, but I guess that's not happening. I'm the manager, Janeiro." >She offers the girl her hand to shake.
Post number #171406, ID: 455746
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>The girl lifts up her left hand, in an awkward position and shakes Janeiro's hand "Understandable, I didnt act in the best way either, nice to meet you"
"Nice to meet you too." >The Snowmeranian drops out of Janeiro's arms, hitting the floor with a soft "poof" and a shower of snowflakes.
"So, how's the service so far?"
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>The girl smiles a little "Cute animal girls, a nice atmosphere, alcohol, what can I say, I like it" >She laughs a little "All thats left is to try out the food"
"Well, I'm pleased to hear our service is to your satisfaction-" >Janeiro just barely suppresses a laugh. "Sorry, I never could get the whole 'professionalism' thing down. Anyway, you should give the food a shot- it's good!"
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>Dallas leans back in his chair and puts his feet up by the fireplace nearby. "Well, if they're not gonna feed me at least I'll relax a bit" >He chugs down the last of his crevice spike
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>The Snowmeranian hops up to Dallas. "Arf arf!"
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>Dallas pets the dog "Hey, you wouldn't happen to be able to fetch me some food, would you?"
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>"Arf! Arf!" >The Snom heads off to get the required food.
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>Dallas yawns and stretches, wondering if the dog will return
>The dog returns with a plate of paella on its head and a rather confused Janeiro behind it. "Arf arf! Arf arf!"
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>Ferris finally looks up from her laptop, Finally noticing. She gives a simple wave at AM and a nod to Felix.
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>>171007 >The wolfgirl approaches you with some menus- she's wearing a vintage three wolf moon shirt and some jeans. She appears to be missing one of her ears, and appears to have no tail, but the other ear, along with what may or may not be fangs underneath her teeth hint at her particular hybridization.
"Hello- welcome to Lily's Place; how may I serve you?" >>173229 >The bunny girl returns to the table, wiping her forehead now that her manager has arrived to help.
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"Now that I have some free time... where are you boys on your way to?" >She looks over the obvious waterpark clothing, and giggles slightly at the stern, skull-faced man and his Hawaiian clothes. "A bit chilly for the beach, innit?"
Post number #173345, ID: eeafa9
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>>173229 >AM waves back to Ferris, still eating his meal.
Post number #173354, ID: 347ea4
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>>173345 Dahk, still a little drunk, places a hand on AM's shoulder "Heeey didchu hear about cain's new kid?"
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>>170877 >The doggo girl approaches your table as you wolf down your food! "H-hello, d-did you enjoy your meal...? >She says, meekly.
Post number #173374, ID: eeafa9
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>>173354 (Sorry for not responding last time...) "What kid? Marie?" >AM looks at Dahk, confused.
Post number #173379, ID: 397d46
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>>173374 (It's fiine i just assumed you missed it) "Yep! did you meet him yet? isn't she the cutest..."
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>>173379 "Dahk. I was the one who told the kid to go to Cain's in the first place. Marie is just an employee." >AM finishes his meal, waving his had for a waitress.
Post number #173399, ID: 397d46
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"Huh...? oh riight she isn't... but she totally could be... and Wow aren't you the nice guy" >Dahk pulls away, stumbling outside after paying her bill "Taxii!"
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"Nice guy my ass..." >AM mutters.
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>>172824 >Dallas smiles and takes the food, patting the dog's head "You're such a good dog! Yes you are!"
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>>173301 >he looks at the hybrid girl in pure bewilderment, he must have never seen someone like her before.
Uh... I need a drink. Something big.
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>>173307 "A party after a party after a party" "For the war we didn't have to fight" "For a peaceful resolution" "For living another day" "Seriously my little sister was crying when she heard the news" >The three younger officers chatter around. Also having made an extra space free between them apparently
Post number #174765, ID: 7a7a9c
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>without needing to say that they're obviously heading for the waterpark
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>>174727 >The wolfgirl notices this and smiles. "Alcoholic or non-alcoholic?" >>174764 "Kukukukuku, those sure are reasons to celebrate, alright," >She says, her bunny ears dancing. "It looks like things are slowing down~ You don't mind if I take some time to *relax*, would you?" >She looks from the three young officers to the obvious commanders- Ferris and the skull faced man.
Post number #174865, ID: a645bf
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>>174842 >AM looks on to the situation, curious how Ferris and Skull-face would handle this.
Post number #174886, ID: 2793d1
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>>174842>>174865 >The group of 3 young officers and more look to Ferris and Benny. Pleading, almost silently Begging.
Post number #174902, ID: 2793d1
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>Ferris looks up from her laptop. Expressionless and silent for a moment. She then bursts out into laughter "Pfffft what am I your mom? go ahead~" "If anything I'm surprised you pulled it off" >Ben himself nods approvingly, laughing a little himself
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>>174902 >The bun bun strokes her ear comfortingly, her seductive mask broken for just a little bit. "I'm kind of used to this," >She says, as she makes her way into the booth between the men. "And I just loooove the attention," >She says, her healthy ear casually patting one of the boys on the head.
Post number #174915, ID: a645bf
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>>174902 >AM simply smirks, seeing Ferris relaxed was funny on its own...
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"So, What's your name?" >One of the men slides an untouched beer glass at her. >Ferris closes her laptop, locking her fingers together to cover an amused smile as she observes >Ben tries to put on a friendly face beside the fact that he can't
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>>174917 >The bun takes the beer and downs the entire thing in a single gulp, her bunny ears twitching like crazy. >She sets it down a little too hard- her face turns pink. "Cindy," >She says, smiling, "And yours?"
Post number #175434, ID: 6fe971
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>>174968 "Chase" >He smiles, seeing the bunny ears twitch "Seems you're good with drinks. You like parties?" >There are 14 other people on the table. Their chatter seems to have died down. Mostly to listen in on what's going on
Post number #175436, ID: 6fe971
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>Chase takes another beer from the table, sliding it to replace the now-empty one "No rush" >The drink seems to have come from Ferris ' spot on the table. Although she doesn't seem to mind
Post number #175514, ID: e412fa
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>>175435>>175436 >She downs the next drink without a second thought, her bun bun ears flailing wildly. "Damn roight ah do," >She says, licking her lips of the booze. Her face grows slightly redder. "You have a nice name, Chase... do you... Chase... every girl you just met?" >She gives a wry smile.
Post number #175537, ID: 3a04a8
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>>175514 "Only when they're as fine as this one" >Chase smiles slyly. The rest of the table makes a silent "oooooh". Ben chuckles
Post number #175541, ID: 3a04a8
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(excuse my lagging data)
Post number #175543, ID: e412fa
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>>175539 "... heh... yer funny..." >The bun says, hiccuping, "ah like the funnies, don't you?" >She says, one of her bunny ears draping over your head!
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>>174842 Alcoholic please.
>He shifts for a second, thinking of something, before asking
Uh, dont take those the wrong way, but, ate those real?
>he points at the ears
Post number #175598, ID: e412fa
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>>175588 >The wolfgirl's ear twitches in response, straightening up. "Is what- oh." >She strokes her remaining ear. "Yes. Yes they are..."
Huh... Sorry if it was a weird question. Im new to this city, and cities in general, really.
>he chuckles nervously, and puts his hand behind his head, feeling like he said a faux pas.
Post number #176556, ID: 3017fa
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>>175723 "Well then... welcome to Glitch City," >She says as she heads back toward the bar. She soon returns with a tall frothy mug filled with a dark liquid. "Here's a stout- I hope you like it."
Post number #176559, ID: 3017fa
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"And it's not a weird question. There... aren't that many of us here."
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>>175543 >Chase gives the bun's ear on his head a little scratch "Almost as much as I seem to like you" >Chase has picked up the chase. At this point the other officers are on the edge of their seats, Holding in laughter from either excitement or Chase’s cheeziness. Even Ferris has thrown her face into her hands to hide her reddening expression
Post number #176654, ID: 3017fa
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>>176631 >The bunny ears must be super sensitive or something, or she's very drunk, or both, because Cindy begins to fidget like crazy at your touch! "Ah-ah can tell... Ah!" >She says, making cute bun-bun noises as you continue headpatting- er, I mean, scratching- her uninjured ear.
Post number #176660, ID: f5cfd6
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>CN glances over at the group of officers, staring with daggers at what is occurring.
Post number #176668, ID: 2793d1
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>>176654 "Oh.. huh.. wow.." >Seeing as she likes it Chase keeps going. Experimenting with spots and methods >The others at the table begin laughing hysterically. Ben putting a hand over his forehead laughing himself "Soo~ when do you get days off?"
Post number #176672, ID: 3017fa
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>>176668 "F-f-friday, Saturday, Sun- AH~!" >The bun squeaks loudly, drawing the attention of the doggo girl and the wolfgirl. The wolfgirl facepalms. >The bun, for her part, doesn't seem to care. "Iyaaaaaah," >She says, her face incredibly red.
Post number #176683, ID: f5cfd6
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>CN attempts to get the attention of the wolfgurl
Post number #176687, ID: 3017fa
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>>176683 >The wolfgirl heads to you, a worried look on her face. "Yes, aniki?"
Post number #176694, ID: 25c54b
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>AM ignores all the commotion, staring intensely in to what you hope is his phone. "Come on... Come on... YES!" >AM Pumps his fist in to the air, then sheepishly puts it down... "Sorry... Can I please get the bill?"
Post number #176698, ID: 2793d1
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>>176672 "How about a movie then?" >Chase says as he scratches her ear. now confident with how
Post number #176703, ID: f5cfd6
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>>176687 >He covers his mouth away from the cops and whispers to the waitress "Maybe you should check up on your coworker there. To be honest I'm worried about her and I don't exactly trust the female cop at the head of their table over there."
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