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(Setting) The Burning Gunsmith
| >A loud noise is heard as a person wearing a large red coat and a very recognizable mask comes into the bar.
"Hey fellas, havent waited too long have ya?"
>Falschen says, approaching the soldiers
| "Ey! Fal! Grab a seat!"
>The soldier with a sling turns around first, and you can see it's Marlowe, happy to see you.
"What do you thing of the bar? We named it in honor of big boss!"
"Hey Marlowe, who's the stripy friend?"
>Lead asks Marlowe, with a smirk.
"Uhh... we just worked a job together."
| >in a orange flash cyrus appears.
Is this the place?
| "Dont mind if ah' do then"
>Falschen takes a seat close by and takes off her coat, revealing a concealed set of metallic body armor and a gun sling with a large antique pistol
"Pretty nice bar, I gotta hand to ya, I'm sure Mi- Mano would be proud"
>She says, her voice modified by the mask, before shaking her head
"The name's Falschen by the by, you may have heard the name, and the rumors"
| >>203918
"Hey! Cyrus! Good to see you man. Grab a seat!"
>Marlowe waves over to Cyrus.
"How do you do that magic like stuff?
| >>203920
>Lead looks over to Falschen
"Mi?"
>He shakes his head, dropping the subject.
"So you are Falschen? How did you know John... Or... Ahem, Mano?"
| >>203929
>he takes a seat.
Its the collar thing on my neck,
Some science or something bout atoms or whatever.
To be honest i was not listening when the scientist dude gave it to me.
| >>203947
"Uhh... One second."
>The bartender walks over to the back door, shouting in to the next room.
"LANE! You got any pure ethanol from the explosives you made?"
"Yeah, here!"
>Evie comes back with a plastic jug full of ethanol.
"This good enough? I got some mixers for it too."
| >>203959
No this is perfect hehehe.
>cyrus takes a lighter from his pocket and lights the drink on fire.
>he then downs it in a single long slow gulp.
>he looks to be completely fine despite drinking the flaming ethanol.
Hehe grandpa lechance be proud.
| "Did you just drink 500ml of ethanol?"
>Evie crosses her hands, she does not look forward to babysiting you.
| >>203975
Yes, although i should be fine.
You do the crap i do 500ml of ethanol is nothing.
>he really does look fine.
If you wish for me to leave i will be off if course.
| "Ah ah ah, stay. I'm convinced, and mildly intimidated..."
>Evie wags a finger at you.
"Hey bud, remind me next time not to match you for drinks."
>Lead chimes in, giving a like chuckle.
"Evie, pour us all a pint. and a double of the good stuff for Marlowe's good friend."
>Lead says, giving a nudge to Marlowe, while Evie gets on to pouring some drinks, and disposing of the plastic jug.
| (why must my ID always change ;-;
>N3)
| "Cheers~"
>The door to the bar is opened since when, standing in the doorway is a one-eared catboomer.
>She takes an observation of her surroundings, then proceeds to the bar counter to order a drink.
| >>204038
"Oh man, straight to business, huh."
>She then takes a comfy sit before continuing
"Educated observations. Patterns in the gas cloud. My experiences with nano-tech helped me, I guess..."
>She then takes a look to see what the bar has to offer.
| >>204048
"No, it's fine. "Working" with corp makes me know things better. Besides, anything weird can be explained with tech and science."
>She turns to the bartender
"Hey~ I wanna have a Sunshine Cloud please. By the way, Marlowe invited me here, so the drink is free, right, right?"
| >>204051
>Evie stares at Marlowe, before returning to the gurl.
"I'll see if I can make one. We aren't an btc bar, but maybe Lane can get you something."
>Evie, once again goes to the back door.
"LANE!"
"WHAT!"
"We get the stuff for BTC?"
"NO! It tastes like shit, and makes for better explosives anyway!"
>Evie returns, with a frustrated expression, quickly changing to a more neutral one.
"Sorry hun, but we got beer and whiskey... and some coffee liquors, but nobody likes those..."
| "a-ah... okay..."
>She ponders a little bit, then orders a coffee liquor.
"The worst stuff that nobody likes is usually the best stuff in my opinion."
| "Huh. Well, I'm not to judge. as long as you don't ask for a fedora."
>Evie produces a bottle of coffee liquor.
"Ice? Shaken or still?"
| "Iced. Don't shake it, thank you."
>Meanwhile she takes a glance at Marlowe.
"Good to know that you're fine. What a generous man, giving me free drinks like this~"
| "Coming right up."
>Evie quickly serves you your liquor.
"I can say the same about you. It's good to know someone has my back, so it's the least I can do."
>Marlowe sheepishly says, clutching his shoulder.
"But I think Falschen owes me a fist fight."
| >>204099
Uh with all due respect sir marlowe,
Are you sure its ok to get into a fistfight with the current state of your arm?
>cyrus comments
>there is a hint of worry in his voice
| >>204104
>The catgirl sips her drink while chipping in the conversation
"Yeah. Falschen will surely win the fist fight since Marlowe's injured, but surely he must know that. But maybe this is not the typical bar fist fight."
| "I'll live. It's only a bullet hole. It'll be funny anyway. One round sober, one round on some ethanol, if we have any left..."
>Marlowe waves off their worries.
>Meanwhile, Lead, being engrosed in a laptop he produced prior, makes a small fist pump.
"Yes! I might not screw around with cripts alot, but I figured one out."
| >>203933
"Got me a new gun, helped me out a bit, Never knew very personnaly, but I liked him a lot"
>Falschen says
"Gimme a whisly wouldja?"
(Orz fell asleep)
| >>204186
"Huh. Well Lead served under him, before working for him, but that's the only one who knows him before working for him."
"Oh, yeah, what whiskey d-"
"Ah. We fight first."
>Marlowe interrupts Evie, holding his good hand out.
| >A white-haired girl walks in with tired eyes, a goose jacket zipped up all the way to her chin
>She looks around a bit, quietly finding a seat as the fights about to start
| >Falschen laughs
"Aye, I wws waiting for that but you sure you alright there fella?"
>She says, a bit concerned
| "Are you trying to wiggle out of this?"
>Marlowe smiles, removing his sling.
"Come on, don't tell me your afraid of fighting me?"
>Marlowe removes his sling, slowly flexing his weaker arm.
| >The catgirl's eyes turned from violet to red as she finishes her coffee liquor, preparing for the fist storm inside The Burning Gunsmith.
>She then turns to Evie
"One more coffee liquor please. I'm gonna pay for this one. *sigh* Is this how they get along?"
| "It's Marlowe, He'll be fine. How about I make you something nice and fancy? I got an idea that you might like. What's with the eyes, uh..."
>Evie tries to turn the catgirl's attention away, trying to guess the girl's name.
| >>204219
"Hello ma'am, anything you would like?"
>Evie diverges her attention between the two girls.
| >>204284
"Runa. Nice to meet chu. Don't worry about my eyes, it's uh... a way to keep myself on guard, yeah."
>She then talks about the drink
"Yeah sure, a mystery drink seems fine for me. Can't wait to see what you have."
| >>204277
>Falschen gets up, before taking off her mask, revealing a face filled with bandages and various textiles, one reading: Warning, Dangerous.
"I'll be fine lets do it, just feels bad to hurt a friend of a friend, and someone who just got hurt too"
>The body armor clanks off and she takes it off, revealing a shape fitting heatsink suit
| >>204291
"Heh, Always wanted to mix drinks and change lives. Nice meeting you Runa."
>Evie goes in the back, and promptly returns with an esspresso. She pours that in to a mixer, followed by some balies, a bit of coffee liquor, topping it off with ice. She shakes it up, and strains the cocktail in to a clear coffee glass.
"There. Free of charge."
| >>204294
"It's a friendly fight. Or, as friendly as they get. Drinks on the loser."
>Marlowe finishes flexing his joints, getting in to a fighting stance.
>>204296
"Sure thing. Another experiment, coming right up."
>Evie mixes up a coffee like drink up for you, similar to Runa's.
| >>204298
"Oh. my. god. it smells like... espresso... cocktail? YES."
>the catgirl's ear perk up instantly as she sips the drink in delight
"Evie, how did you know that espresso is my favorite drink? I don't know how you did it, but I will never underestimate a bartender again, and a sniper-bartender too."
>She briefly turns around at the fight that is about to start
"Wew... they should taste some coffee, instead of fighting over whiskey v beer."
| "Well, that's Marlowe for ya. Always in it for a fight. He's the one who told me you like the coffee stuff."
>Evie leans on the bar, watching over the fight.
| "Huh... wow. Respect for him, respect for him."
>The one-eared catgirl then turns around to spectate, her red eyes glow bright as she continues to sip her drink. In her left hand is her small phone. She appears to also taking note.
"Falschen is a female. Note taken. Marlowe has some tricks. Note taken. This bar got high-end security. Note taken."
| >>204327
"Well... he did read the 'BEER' thread, and the most in security we have is probably Lane's explosives, and the fact that this bar is out in the flooded district."
>Evie points out a few things, knowing exactly how the bar is.
| >>204300
>Falschen bows and laughs
"I request whisky if I win fella, the drinks of champions, I'll try and go easy on ya, no Ultra instict or anything"
>She says smugly before taking a stance, which you recognize as Judo
"Have at ya"
| "Bring it."
>Marlowe starts from his boxing stance, and goes for a hook, which turns out to be a fegin for a cross leg swipe!
| "Ohhhh, it's starting."
>Runa starts to analyze the moves carefully while also contemplating to bet(internally) on one of them.
>After that, she stays quiet and observes, the only thing that changes about her is the increased brightness of her crimson eye glow.
| >>204341
>Falschen steps back in an instamt, dodging the swipe before going onto the offensive with a palm strike straight to the chest, leaving herself bizarelly exposed as her other hand drops down to her hips
"Nice try!"
| "HUu!"
>Marlowe get winded, missing his opportunity to strike. He instead steadies himself, and begins to throw his fists, pushing all his mass in to his fists. Left hook, left uppercut, right straight, right hook, he keeps it going, flinching with every left hit, as his shoulder nags him to ease up.
| >Falschen switches her weight and lowers her body in a dodge as he starts punching, her lower hand springing up and extending for a powerful strike
>She grunts as some of the hits glance her
"Pretty fast arent ya!"
| "Less talk, more smack!"
>This time Marlowe manages to see it coming, and moves his head out of the way, retaliating by grabbing and pulling her arm with his left, potentially throwing her off her balance, while wincing through the pain.
| >Falschen smirks, and follows the motion by pushing her arm downwards with amazing force, and tackling Marlowe with her other arm while she is off balance, getting on top of him.
| (ey i fell asleep IRL
>N3)
I hope nothing goes too bad
>cyrus says with a smile
| >The girl with the tired eyes sips her drink as she watches the show
"nice to see the city's in good hands"
| >>205136
>The catgirl asks the white-haired girl
"Hey, so who do you think is gonna win, Falschen or Marlowe? And why?"
| >>205186
"No clue. That's why I'm here to find out"
>She replies dryly. Taking another sip, her glass now empty
| "But that injury's not going to donhim any favours"
| "........"
"I think Marlowe still got tricks. He is smart enough to know what he's getting into with fighting a close-combat expert while being injured. I'm not sure, since my underdog bias might be kicking in."
>She then resumes to focus on the fight after putting the empty drink on the table.
| >>204525
"Aren't you in a rush, we haven't even had our first date?"
>Marlowe is now pinned face down but not out. All these years being the squad mule pays off, as he begins to lift Falschen and himself off the ground, Falschen on his back. As he stands up, he drops back down, right on to Fal.
| >Falschen staggers back, not expecting this much resistance, but as Marlowe falls she puts him in a leglock, taking the full grunt of the fall but not allowing him to move afterwards, slowly constricting him.
"What, you don't like clingy gals? Your loss fella"
>She then twists her body and slams her hand to the ground, using the momentum to rotate around, letting him go but getting herself back up with a well timed jump in the process.
| >Marlowe simply gets back up, slight limp in his gait, you can see on his clothes that his shoulder wound has opened again.
"I guess I didn't lose much."
>He readies up, now more defensive.
| >Falschen snickers
>She then gets back into position, this time shifting to the offensive, dashing forward in a flash before kicking Marlowe's side with a roundhouse kick
| >Marlowe takes the hit, staggering to the side, but keeps holding on to Fal's leg with his right arm, and uses his left to keep pumping out punches, making his shoulder bleed more, after 5 or 6 punches, he swipes Fal's leg, and lets go with his right moments later.
| >Falschen shakes off the grab but takes the hits with her arms blocks, wincing a bit but managing tp stay in balance even after the swipe, before turning around and dashing into him, grabbing Marlowe and throwing him with force on the ground, getting ready for a jump to end it...
| >Marlowe keeps hold of Fal, taking her down with him, now having her head in a lock, while applying pressure to her spine with his knee.
| "Aren't you the excited one!?"
>She grunts before tapping the ground
"Okay, owowowow, I give, the spine is my pressure spot!"
>She says in a rush
"I'll have your goddamn horse piss, fine!"
| "Haha!"
>Marlowe lets go, picking himself and Fal up.
"Oh lay off, it's not that bad. One double, please! Now I got to go stitch this back together."
>Marlowe heads off to the back.
| >Falschen gets up, rubbing her back
"Yeah, yeah... I'll get you next time, guess I pulled my punches back"
>She says with a hint of playfulness before going back to the bar
"Drinks on me then"
| >The catgirl clapped as the fight is over, her eyes gradually turned back to violet
"Good fight... so beer wins. -falschen's weak spot is the spine huhhhh-"
>She then asks if Marlowe is okay.
| "I have no weakspots, only pressure points, guess thats what I get for being a masochist"
>Falschen says and laughs boisterously, filling the space with loud laughter
"I was darn about to reach my climax right there!"
>She says without shame
| >Evie finally relaxes, seeing that nothing too bad happened.
"Alright, anything you want in particular?"
| >Falschen just shrugs and puts her mask back on
"Anything, as long as it isnt some light fucking beer, I hate those"
>She says
| >The door opens as a tall robot walks in, wearing a familiar Kaiserreich uniform
>Behind the bot is a small girl with black hair and red eyes, dressed in what looks like a long trench coat covered in pins and other baubles
"Guten Nacht, my komrades."
"You're character really is all over the place, r7."
>The bot shrugs
"I was told I'd find you all here."
| >Marlowe comes back from fixing himself up, siting down next to Falschen
"I guess we are having Guinness. So what's up with the mask?"
>>205752
"Hey! R7! Hows life?"
>Marlowe waves over R7.
| >>205755
"Good, MCU fixed me in a jiffy, so I'm ready for some more action, if I get any."
>They laugh as they remove their uniform's coat, revealing a tall and female appearence, although the various exposed seeams scream robot more than human
>The young girl simply goes to sit down next to r7 at the bar
"Sorry for literally blowing up back there, but that's life for you, you win and you lose, like Falschen over there."
| >>205761
"What didja say tinbag, I'll blast you open and geek ya"
>Falschen says while slamming her hand unto R7's back
"Glad to see you aint dead yet though, robot-lass"
| >>205755
"The mask? Its my identity as a vigilente I guess, I mean sure it aint a bunny mask but it sure as hell distinguishes me from the rabble. Plus its useful for keeping my identity a secret"
>She says while pointing to the mask, covered by three glowing stripes
| >>205764
"Robots don't die, idiot."
>They laugh before pointing to the girl next to them
"This here is..."
"女王, 黒王."
>r7 sighs, and shrugs
"That. By the way, never did hear how things turned out in the end. So, how many bad guys got it good?"
| >>205761
"Can I get you anything?"
>Evie asks r7 and the young girl.
>>205768
"So what's the point now, I've seen the pretty face behind it, and so has everyone else at the bar."
>Marlowe says.
| >>205772
"I'll have something to clean my pipes, ja."
>r7 nudges the girl
"Stop it, I heard her the first time, and the second, I hear everything stupid tin can."
>She sighs
"Whatever, give me some Whisky, not some pussy ass Horse piss."
| >>205772
>Falschen just slumps down
"What you saw was a mess of tissues and bandages, and plus I get real unconfortable without it on"
>She says with a sigh
| >>205781
"I adore both, young one."
>She chuckles
>r7 merely sighs again
"Give me whatever the big gal is having, I'll drink it."
| >>205776
"Well shit, I guess I'm ready for round two..."
>Marlowe sighs.
"Marlowe, no."
>Lead chimes in.
>>205779
>A glass of Johnnie Walker Black is placed in front of you.
| >The catgirl stays silent as she takes notes furiously on her phone on everyone's potential weaknesses without paying attention to her surroundings.
| >>205788
"Girly, want a drink, its on daddy Fal's tab tonight"
>Falschen says to the catgirl, jokingly
| >>205788
>That same phone promptly gets nabbed in fornt of you, instead, you get a glass of Gin and Tonic.
"Don't you think you need some rest for your eyes, sharpshot?"
| >>205784
>Evie silently slides you a glass of Whiskey, same as Fal.
"It's going to be a big tab..."
| "H-huh? THREAT- Oh."
>She now realizes her surrounding and takes the drink offered in front of her.
"Wauw, this night is gonna be a night of free drinks~ And can I get my phone back..."
>>205793
>she waves "hi" to the girl and her robot
| >Falschen laughs
"Drink up y'all, I just got a little bonus from a job I did, so y'all can have some fun tonight, and get drunk as hell"
| >Lead stands up, glass in hand.
"I want to say thank you to everyone, for coming to the first night here at the Burning Gunsmith, and commemorate the passing of one of our own. John 'Anomeat' Doe. To John."
| "Aye."
"To John."
>The rest of Alfa raises their glasses.
| >>205811
"My own boss was a big fan, amen."
>r7 takes a swig of their drink while the girl merely stares at the wall, mumbling to herself
"Ye- no, not. Asphalt? No... gravel?"
"She's doing mental crosswords again."
| >Falschen does a cross gesture before raising her glass
"Aye, I thought of him greatly"
| "Cheers~"
"I never knew of this person, but I'm sure that he's really a great and respectable person, and I hope that he's better wherever he is, away from this city."
>After saying that, she starts to sip the drink.
| "Alright, now that we paid our dues, lets get wasted!"
>Marlowe shouts out, downing his pint of beer in an instant.
| >Falschen takes thr glass before suddenly realizing: Drinking with a mask is hard to do, and this one hasnt had its sliders repaired yet
"Huh..."
| >r7 laughs and downs their drink in a frenzy
"I won't lose to any of you meat bags! Now show me what you can do!"
>The girl cringes
"That's super lame, r7, super, super lame."
| >The catgirl looks at r7, Marlowe, then sighs heavily while sipping her drink slowly
"You're supposed to consume beverages slowly, not chugging it all down like that... And Evie, can I please have my phone..."
| "Mmmmm... Fine."
>Evie hands back your phone, but all the notes you made at the bar are gone.
| >Falschen sighs
"I didnt realize this mask was so busted up after that thing in town, so I'll have to take it off if I wanna drink goddamnit"
| >Runa takes her phone back and realizes that her notes are gone. With a pensive expressive, she accepted defeat.
>>205965
>Then she turns to Falschen and inquires about Graham's kidnapping.
"Hey Asuk- Falschen, what do you think happened to Graham? How long do we have?"
| (*expression)
| >>206004
>Falschen turns to runa
"Huh? Graham, I sent a friend of mine on a crusade, she's the best of the best, dontchu worry yer cute little mug"
>Falschen just takes off the mask and drinks
"Damn, that's some good shit"
>She says in her now wispy voice
| >r7 finishes their drink and smirks
"Hm, good stuff, yeah."
>The girl merely sighs again
"Are you going to be done here soon? Maybe send-"
"Now, now, just lemme be already you know? Plus you know where the door is."
>The girl clicks her tongue and goes quiet
>r7 just shakes their head
"Hey, gimme some more of that stuff."
| "Relative of my boss, and just between you an' me..."
>r7 leans closer
"Apparently some bigshot in the... whatchu' call it... Cyberspace? No clue, with that Iris feller, ever heard of her?"
>The girl yanks r7 away
"Don't go blabbing about classified info like that, whoever programmed you was clearly mentally deficient."
>She turns to Evie
"No need to worry about me miss, just another tourist in this hell hole you call home."
| >>206059
>Falschen gives the woman a look
"C'mon lady its on me, dont pass up the opportunity of a life time!"
>She snickers
| >>206059
"And either way, Detective Peterson has got it covered."
>Evie winks at you, sliding some vodka to you.
| >The catgirl now deeply contemplate life, or ways to rescue Graham, or how the girl with the robot is just a body of a cyber being, either way, she puts her hand in her pocket and order the next drink.
"Hey Evie, can I get some whiskey? Thanks."
| >>206067
>Falschen wraps an hand over the catgirl's shoulder
"You worry too much fella, dont worry it'll be fine, and you better trust me on this, I may be a lot of things, but a liar aint one of them!"
>Her real voice sounds oddly cute despite her words and roughness.
"Gimme a pint, gotta drink some horse piss, I did lose and all"
| >>206058
"Guess I'll need a better cover then."
>She seems tense
>r7 catches the drink and gives a thumbs up
"Now this is all I need for a good time."
"Since when do robots have good times?"
"I'm no robot, how they call em'... Lilims? Yeah, that me."
"Lilim, robot, all the same, you freaking tin can. Doesn't change the fact that whoever made you is mentally deficient."
"Damn rude, damn rude, I'll tell Kokoro on ya'."
"Shut up, tin can."
>The two are arguing like that
| >>206072
>Evie fills you a glass of Guinness, and hands it over.
"There's your horse piss."
"Hey. It's not that bad..."
| >>206072
"Huhhh, so the rugged heroine can be nice and sweet after all~"
>She turns to a more serious expression, with a slightly livid undertone
"You can be never too careful in times like this. A slight mistake can be especially devastating. Like how the robot accidentally leaked that the girl is not a human. Or..."
>She then trails off and takes a drink, slightly faster pace this time
"Thanks for the drink, Evie~"
| >cyrus raises a pint of hefeweizen towards r7
Good to see you well Fraulein.
| >>206121
"Well, the perks of being made out of steel is that the doctoring is a hell of a lot easier, cheaper too. Not that I pay the MCU to fix me, mind you, perks of the job, and the employer."
>They laugh
"Then again, never gotto pick any of those, unlike those lilims you people have, we old automatons don't got much in terms of society integration. Heck, I'm one of the only in my line of production who has sentience, more of a glitch than a feature, hell."
| >Ferris hazes over her slip up as if she had a headache
"Did that sense of style come with the sentience... Huh now I'm confused. Maybe I do need a break"
| >>206134
>A glass of chilled water come to your hand.
"And I thought they made the Russians strong..."
| >>206126
ich würde wahrscheinlich etwas philosophisches sagen.
Aber wer redet bei einem Bier über solche Dinge?
>he chuckles
| >>206137
"Oh I assure you it's not the alcohol. It's the nonstop mind numbing paperwork from trying to take on too many jobs. Then there's all that's been happening recently with the Gas and the OSSN"
>Ferris' eyes tell that she's been on edge for days
| >>206149
"Pfft, let the aliums to their fucking shenanigans and they'll cause a gigantic mess!"
>Falschen says while drinking
>>206097
"Hey, I never was rude, 'specially not to a cat cutie, what can I say people think me angry and rude, but its just my aura of fear and dread!"
>She laughs with a gigantic grin, visible through the bandages covering her face
| >>206161
Hey falschen ive been wondering.
Do i call you sir falschen or madame falschen?
I mean no offence of course.
>cyrus seems genuinely curious.
| >>206170
"Fal's fine mate"
>She giggles
"But you can also call me Fuckface or jackass, criminals seem to like those"
| >>206172
Alright.
>he lights his drink on fire again.
>he then continues to drink the now flaming hefeweizen
Cheers.
| >>206134
"Every Rivera Unit comes with a costume, didn't use to be so, but then Iris told our boss, Kokoro, that she'd make some on a whim, so the two went nuts."
>r7's gaze looks distant
"Mine is... okay, I guess, but the two had me learn these salutes and shit, heard it's a really old military uniform."
>They look down
"At least I avoided the Schutzstaffel one, was close though."
| >>206184
>Falschen starts laughing uncontrollably, and slams her fist into the table
"Bwahahaha, what the heck fella! I would get along mighty well with that boss o'yours!"
| >Not sure if it's under the influence of alcohol or Falschen, probably both, Runa eased up, her one-ear slightly flutters around.
"Ah geez, Falschen, what a mood lifter... this bar is really the best place I could ask for, and it is really *informative*..."
>Meanwhile, she also attempts to secretly tries to take note on r7's information in her phone.
| >>206192
>Falschen gives the catgirl a wink, her red eyes look a bit tired, but happiness shines through.
"Glad ya think so, we shall drink until we pass out, so it is written and so it shall be, Amen, gimme the strongest darn thing you go, cant stand how weak this frothy water is"
>Falschen says, poking Marlowe with her elbow and chuckling
| >>206184
>Ferris smirks
"I have something similar. Not a costume though."
"In any case I dig the style, too bad it doesn't work in modern warfare anymore. Distinguishing uniform's gets someone shot on the field. So the real good looking ones end up as leisure pieces"
| >>206187
"Who knows?"
>r7 shrugs
"As expected from that esteemed ancestor of mine, that Dai Nippon Teikoku nutcase really doesn't know when to pull any punches on her jokes."
>r7 cackles
"Kokoro, a follower of the Greater Japanese Empire? That'd be the Isuoe clan, don't you think? Isn't it because of them that oku-san was even in the states to begin with?"
>The girl nods
"Well, they ran after the first bomb dropped, yeah. After the debacle in China-"
>She launches into a lesson
| >Falschen just nods along without reason, not understanting a single thing from what the two of them said
| "You mean that whole Nanjing shit, right? Genocide's no joke."
>r7 shakes her head
"Yeah, the Isuoe had been in service of the emperor since Meiji came around, and they were sent to deal with their puppets in Korea... and to assist in China. Tomoya Isuoe was a special agent there, but when shit turned around, he booked it to the States with his family, leaving the emperor to fend for himself."
>The girl shrugs
"They were only in it for their own goals, after all."
| >Falschen keeps nodding, and saying basic line like 'oh yeah' and 'oh really?', you can see the confusion on her face behind the bandages
| "Why the States of all places? Couldn't they just go to Taiwan or some shit?"
>r7 inches closer to the girl, clearly interested
"Well, it's darkest under the lamppost, and since they were truly covertops, the US had nothing on them, so it was a foolproof plan... plus they traded some info with the sons of bitches in exchange for protection."
>she sighs
"The Isuoe are indeed a clan of crafty and overall shady impiralists, some say the Emperor sent them to the States, but I doubt it"
| >Falschen gives up all pretenses now going straight into sligtly peeved territory
"What the fuck you fellas yapping about?"
| >>206237
"History."
>The girl turns back to r7
"So yeah, after WW2, the Isuoe vanished from the radar for a while, until the Cold War, where some say they worked for Eisaku, but that's probably a load of bull."
>r7 nods along
"He was against their principales wasn't he?"
"I guess, somewhat, it's mostly because the clan hated the idea of Nuclear Disarmement."
>The girl shrugs
"But well, Oku-san was born in the 2000's, and not from the main branch, I doubt she ever dealt with that."
| >She clearly won't stop
| >cyrus just nods with a blank look on his face.
| "If you want to go see some Imperialism in the blood line, best bet right now is Ijiki, that or Izanami, maybe Okabe too. Oku-san even washed her hands from the clan, unlike Kokoro, who still is the Head of her clan."
>She shakes her head
"Which need I remind you, was a firm believe in the empire, hell, I know Kokoro liked Heisei and Shōwa a lot."
>r7 nods
"Yeah, but then again, the clan is one of hunters, not spooky special imperalist ops. The boss clearly ain't right-wing at all"
| >>206192
>Evie leans in next to you.
"Do I need to take your phone again?"
>>206193
"Ow ow. Ribs still sore from your kick."
>Marlowe rubs his side.
"So I guess poison water for the both of us? I want to see what the hype is about."
| "And I mean, there is a difference between respect and belief in their stuff, although I'll concede that she did like Heisei a lot, both politically and ideologically."
>The girl just shakes her head
"Since the Cold War, the two clans really haven't moved much, huh? Last I heard, Izanami was in Neo-Tokyo to meet the Emperor for her clan, the first such meeting in years."
>r7 just shrugs
"Nothing to do with me, or the boss."
"Still, food for thought, you know?"
| >The girl lifts her hand
"Guess I'll stop nerding out, could I have a drink, literally anything."
| >>206262
"I'll take it."
>The girl downs the glass in a swift motion, clearly tainted by habit
"Whew, this shit's gasoline, or what? Needs a little flavour at least."
>She waves to Evie
"Give me the best stuff you got."
| >>206276
"Old enough to be your grandmother, boy."
>r7 smirks
"Yup, really old lady here..."
>They glance at their watch
"Guess I should get going, you going to come with me, Jo'hou?"
>The girl, Jo'hou, waves dimsmisively
"I need a drink in my life much more than I do familial warmth, don't mind me and go ahead."
| >>206276
"Hell yes to poison water!"
>Falschen laughs
>>206242
"So Jo'hou, you know the old 'Kabe?"
>Falschen asks, with a grin
| >>206279
"I'm surprised you can hold your drink grandma."
>Marlowe retorts.
>>206287
"Alright, give us some 40mm shells."
>Marlowe says to Evie, as she nods a goes in the back.
| >>206287
"Met him twice, family gatherings, guy's cool, pretty much raised Oku-san after all."
>Jo'hou shrugs
"I'm more impressed someone from this steaming shitpile of a city knows him. Where'd you meet, Neo-Tokyo, District 23 or did you actually go to Burrow once in your life?"
>>206292
"And I'll have you know it'd take this city's entire water supply to kill me, if you catch my drift, by which I mean that I can't understand how you people can drink it."
| >>206296
"Met him when I was younger, he knew my dad, the old Falschen."
>She shrugs
"He was a cool guy, you could tell he liked kids, whicg sounds weird but is not to be taken weirdly"
>She then turns to Marlowe
"Have at ya, how about a second round, this time a drinking bout?"
| >>206303
(OOC: I would go for round 2, but I'm a tad busy...)
>Marlowe smirks at Fal
"And what, hurt your pretty face? I don't think I have it in me."
>Evie comes back from the back, carrying 4 empty 40mm shells from a grenade launcher.
"Here's Marlowe's favorite, the gal blaster."
>She begins mixing up a drink, some whisky, oozeing black stuff, a bit of ethanol... And some more whisky.
| >Falschen smirks
"No, no, I meant a drinking battle, see who can handle the most, see what i'm getting at?"
>She then turns to the drinks, almost drooling
"Oh fucking hell mate now yer talking"
| >>206303
"I see, the boring answer... still Falschen huh? You from germany or anything? I knew a Falschen myself, although not directly, the ancestor's the one who told me stories about them."
>Jo'hou leans back in her seat
>>206330
"That looks like one hell of a drink, hope you two don't faint on me, it'd be boring to not have any competition if this turns into a 'bout."
| >>206338 >>206336
"I don't think I've seen anyone ever survive the 2 blink, but maybe you could."
>Evie pours out the black liquid in to the empty shells, setting 3 on the table.
"There."
>Marlowe goes for first, and slams one back.
"I... I think I'm good?"
| >Falschen takes her first drink with almost inhuman ease
"Thats some good whisky, hmhmm"
>She then turns to Jo'hou
"I'm sure Im not related to who you are thinking about, Falschen's just my Vigilente name, its been running in the familly. But yeah, I do come from germany."
| >Marlowe blinks once, twice, and collapses backwards.
"Exactly as well as I expected it to go..."
>>206350
>You can feel the same effect grab you. Be careful with your blinks.
| >Ferris watches this go down in silence
| >>206345
>Jo'hou takes a swig, and even swishes the... drink, in her mouth, clearly trying to appreciate the taste before swallowing
"Hm, good shit, yup, I could get used to this stuff."
| >>206352
>Falschen laughs boisterously
"NO CONTEST! WOOOO"
>She grabs another and pours it down her throat, doing a guts pose while standing up
"No one can drink more than I can! Take that biology!"
>She starts laughing harder before sitting back down
| Oh let me Try.
>cyrus takes one and downs a bit.
Pshhh i had heavier.
>he lights the rest on fire and downs the rest.
Better.
| >>206361
"Well, I'll admit both our constitutions are unfair, let poor Marlowe have a chance, at least."
>She chuckles
| >>206356 >>206361 >>206362
"The hell's wrong with your biology? I kinda get Cyrus and Jo'hou, but you are a weird one..."
>Evie comes from behind the bar, and begins dragging Marlowe away.
| >>206364
I have no idea in the slightest.
>he Laughs a bit
>>206361
Hehe wanna bet on that fal?
100 zen says that nobody here can resist my personal brew.
>cyrus has a devilishly unsettling grin on his face
| >>206364
>Falschen laughs
"I AM THE FUCKING KING OF THIS GYM"
>Falschen is obviously past the point of piss drunk, but still seems raring for more.
>She stands up and pulls off her mantle, throwing it away before sitting down.
"Darnhotinnhere"
>She pulls out a large knife
"Anyone wanna playnpokey?"
| >>206364
"Perks of not being human, one might say."
>She laughs
"Not that's there's anything wrong with you guys, normal is best after all."
| >>206374
"Oh Christ. Can someone deal her some more! It's behind the bar in the mixer!"
>Evie shouts from the back.
| >>206378
How about i do it?
>cyrus warps away.
>he reappears with some shot glasses, a large assortment of ingredients and a pitcher.
| "I like my gatherings rowdy, that or plenty of hurt."
>Jo'hou sighs and leans back in her chair
"Around the family, it's always... super heavy, what with the Ancestor's messed up past and my Dad's problems with his job these past few weeks."
>She seems relaxed now
"This is what I need, a few drinks, a fist fight and stuff. Maybe I'll visit Dregs again, appreciate the arts, and stuff."
| >Falschen gets up and starts screaming profanities in what appears to be Portugese
"Gimme a drink fella! Anything!"
>She turns to Cyrus and does a thumbs up
| >>206383
>he pours what look to be whiskey, Vodka and tequila into the pitcher.
And now for the secret ingredient.
>he then takes a pink *and* a black vial and pour the liquids into the mix
>he blends the mix and pours it into the shot glasses
Voila! I call it the last lechance.
Last time i took some i was in a war against a horde of hobos and clowns atop of a elephant...
Good luck.
| >>206383
>he pours what look to be whiskey, Vodka and tequila into the pitcher.
And now for the secret ingredient.
>he then takes a pink *and* a black vial and pour the liquids into the mix
>he blends the mix and pours it into the shot glasses
Voila! I call it the last lechance.
Last time i took some i was in a war against a horde of hobos and clowns atop of a elephant...
Good luck.
| >Falschen gets up, doing a luchador pose before grabbing the shot and drinking it in an instant...
>She then flexes her arms
"WOOOOO, THE BOSTONWEAVER ISVEV BACK IN ACTSYON"
>She slurrs, screaming
| >>206403
"This gal is quite the intriguing one."
>She whispers: 'Then again, all of the people in this town are messed up to some degree'
"I'll have something that doesn't taste like ethanol drowned in pure karmotrine, please."
>She asks Evie
| >>206403
>cyrus looks at fal with utter awe and disbelief.
H-how!?!?
An elephant was put into a coma because of that stuff!
Wh-what are you?
| "I AM THE KING OF THIS HILL, THE BOSTON WEAVER, THE MOST TERRIFYING WRESTLER ALIVE!"
>She gets her knife and starts cuddling to it
"Cutiessss~~~~"
| >Jo'hou seems pensive
"Hey, weird question..."
>She hesitates
"You know what, forget it."
>She stands up and sighs again, for what seems like the thousandth time
"Well, it was fun, but I can't make the Ancestor wait forever, that'd just be wrong of me."
>She heads to the door and bows before leaving
"Thanks for the drinks, Falschen, make sure to pay your tabs!"
| "Shurethibgscutie"
>Falschen slurrs
| >She then goes back to her seat drinking the rest of her unfinished beer
"Isz Marlowe okay?"
| >Evie comes back from the back, sweat from dragging Marlowe.
"He'll live. You on the other hand..."
>Evie slides some water your way.
"So now that you are liquored up, what do you think of Marlowe?"
>Evie smiles an mischievous smile...
| "He's a good guyyy, nealy punched my kyutie fwace in"
>She laughs and giggles
"Heremindsmeofdadabit"
>She then says, rapidly
| "you know, you remind me of John, with all the bandages and drinking. Both of you never gave a rat's ass did ya?"
>Evie leans on the bar.
| >Falschen just raises her shoulders
"Dunno, but lifes short aints it? I wan live whils I can, my works a dangerous one, so I try and live days by day"
>Falschen sighs and seems a bit sad
"I really liksed John, I weally did"
>She's tearing up
| "Hey now... We all did. You gotta ease up or you are going to burn out."
>Evie pats Fal.
| >The girl is crying a bit
"Wha-Wahm im cryings, th-this"
>She's a mess, and her bandages are starting to get soaked
| "So how'd you know AM?"
>Ferris asks still swirling her glass, Pensive.
| "Deep breaths, deep breaths. Come on, let's get you a nap."
>Evie has come round now, patting Fal on the back.
| > a Silverhaired girl wanders in, and takes a seat, silently listening in on the conversation
| >Falschen just slurrs and wails
"I sol him dat knifes he heag, and mad the thing on hiss arms, a-and they got-"
>The rest is just uncomprehensible
| >Evie turns and sheepishly waves.
"Sorry ma'am, we're just dealing with something."
>Lead, who has been at the bar, immersed in a very headset, takes it off, and takes the position on the bartender.
"Hello ma'am, what would you like?">>206551
| "huh... Would you happen to know an Eleanore?"
>Ferris asks further
| >Ferris remembers a post from the bazaar thread from a long time ago, connecting some dots
| >The silver haired girl turns her head
"No it's quite alright, do you have any vodka or whiskey?"
| >>206584
>Ferris just shrugs, satisfied and not really wanting to press the topic futher. Especially not in the open
| >Lead takes a quick glance at Ferris, before getting a bottle of Stolichnaya, pouring a glass, and handing it to the new comer.
| >Ferris pauses for a moment perplexed. Feeling extremely odd at a silver haired girl taking russian vodka...
| >>206596
>Ace gets a feeling she's getting watched, and glances at Ferris
"Something wrong Officer?"
| >>206598
"Nothing... "
>She glances at Ace's coat, then her own. Ace's silver hair, and her her own white hair. Ace's glass of Vodka, then her own. Confused and amused at the same time.
"Ahh but I *hate* whisky"
>She tells herself with a renewed conviction
| >Falschen suddenly jumps up and jerks
"HOW DARE YOU HATE WHISKY!!! THE DRINK OF CHAMPSSSSS"
>SHE SCREAMS LOUDLY
| "To be honest, i don't really *like* whiskey either, but it's grown on me, you should try it"
| >Falschen looks ath the whisky
"I'll hwave it"
>She downs it in an instant
| >he just thinks to himself.
>'dear god how are you not dead yet?!?'
Yeah enjoy...
| >You can hear from the back someone shouting. Most likely Marlowe...
"What does a group of A-10 would like? BRRRRRRT!"
| >Ace sees Falschen down the shot and smirks, suddenly she picks up thw bottle of vodka and begins chugging it
| >Falschen looks at her and then yells
"BRING ME A BOTTLE OF RUSSIAN CUCK WATER"
| "nice to see the city's in good hands"
>Ferris repeats herself in a deadpan
| >Lead prepares a special bottle for Falschen, mixing in a whole pack of tranquillisers.
"Here..."
| >>206627
Ere ya go, some vodquilla *much* stronger.
>cyrus hands a bottle
>he thinks to himself
>'probably not helping her chance of survival'
Teh goo shi
| >Ace slams rhe bottle down
"DAMN THESE COMPANY MANDATED LIVER MODS, I JUST WANT TL GET DRUNK. ANOTHER ONE"
| >Falschen grabs it and stares dead in Ace's eyes, while chugging the bottle
| "I'm still scarred from the last time I got that drunk in a bar... AM stabbing some guy and Every enforcement agency in the city coming to overkill a bunch of street thugs, then coming at each others throats before ending with a bar mysteriously disappearing and some nuke thing dropping from the sky"
>Ferris' talking about a certain mysterious event in a certain bar that doesn't exist anymore
| >but she shrugs wanting to drop the thought
| >>206641
The downtown tango.....
>cyrus mutters under his breath.
>he then puts his attention to the drink off between ace and fal
Moneys on fal
| >Falschen downs the bottle, and roars
"Heys, I heard of thats? the Holy gal mwenti..."
>She trails off, mumbling and grabbing the next bottle
| >>206641
>Seeing the drunkenness makes Ferris chuckles as she remembers more
"...Then the explosion makes the UK declare war on the city..."
"Crazy things happen when you're shitfaced"
>Ferris looks into her glass. Thankful she's only had one
| >Her glass is topped off with some vodka, by Lead.
"We don't do empty glasses in here."
| >Ace begins to go at another bottle
"UK? Never liked the place, laughed my ass off when the lights went out"
| I must be going.
Thank you for having me.
>cyrus places a credstick and some bottles of vodquilla as payment.
>then in a flash of orange light he is gone
| I must be going.
Thank you for having me.
>cyrus places a credstick and some bottles of vodquilla as payment.
>then in a flash of orange light he is gone
| (ah shiet, I fell asleep)
>The catgirl, now has consumped a lot of drinks, appeared to not get drunk at all.
"Heh, you guys all suck if you're all chugging down the bottle like that~ Endurance is key~"
| >Runa looks around and sighs
"The whole night and I've only been tipsy... Everyone is leaving already... Might as well. Good bye Evie, good bye bar... curse my endurance."
>She cloaks and disappear.
| >>206682
>>206675
>Ferris shrugs and goes through the drink
"Fun fact is that I-... Well actually the grunts sometimes go to war hammered
>She stops cold. Realizing something
"I need to report to the station in two hours"
>She leaves a credstick and gets up and out, tipping her invisible hat goodbye.
| "Either I said something wrong or someone is about to hit the place..."
>Lead's paranoia kicks in...
| >Falschen is nowehere to be seen anymore, a single note on the bar, along with several credsticks reads: 'I REQUIRE MAIDS TO QUENCH ME'
| >Evie her self has fallen asleep on the bar counter, while Lead wipes a few glasses.
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| >Out near the border of the Flooded District, sits a pub.On the outside is a simple Sign, depicting a man over an anvil, set alight, below it a wooden door with a glass inlet. the interior is filled with assorted furniture, found and fixed up from the nearby areas, all of it backed by a large bar, lined with stools. The bartender tends to a few soldiers, all wearing military kit, one of them with their arm in a sling.