Millennium City: Nova - {Pocket D}

~Shilo Saga~
Interactions: Frank Woods ( FactionGuerrilla FactionGuerrilla ), Handsome Jack ( Rhysie Rhysie ), Aboa Seragaki ( Mythias Mythias ), and Wilson Higgsbury ( Haz. Haz. )
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The assassin scanned the room once more, relaxing a bit when there were no red flags that really caught her attention. She sipped the whiskey as her eyes caught Woods glancing at her and she lifted the glass up to say hello. She didn't know how she felt about approaching the man, as he was surrounded by people she both recognized and didn't, and she wasn't sure if she really wanted to deal with all of that. She sighed, Vincent's voice in the back of her head "Come on, Shi, it's your time for a brand new life! Why not meet a couple people." She winced a bit as she could almost imagine that stupid little eyebrow wiggle he did when he meant for her to be more than friends with someone... It annoyed her a bit. Vincent wanted her to get better, but didn't realize that she didn't mind being the way she was, it kept her safe, and that's really all she wanted. Shilo wished that Vince had been there, or anyone on her team at this point, but she particularly missed Vincent. Woods, however, was the closest thing to Vince that Shilo could get at the moment, and as the question of whether or not she would ever see her friends again swam around in her mind, she would do what she could to befriend the Marine. Though she felt a bit guilty, knowing that it wasn't fully fair to him to be used as a trial replacement for her best friend.

As Shilo walked over to the group, she rolled her shoulders back, trying to relax as she got in touch with one of the many characters she had learned to play, however this would be more of a challenge than normal as she would also try to be herself at the same time -- a hybrid between herself and a more sociable and normal person. "Hey," Shilo greeted the group, though she glanced at Frank specifically, adding a small, almost secret smile when she did so. To some it would come off as flirtatious, though she didn't really mean it that way. She sounded more charismatic and friendly than she had before when anyone from the group had interacted with her, and there was something about her that just seemed safer, like she wasn't as ready to stab someone in the throat, though, to be fair, all the other times had been highly stressful fighting situations. The assassin looked over the group, quickly calculating her space between each member to make sure it was safe, though she had gotten so used to doing this that it was second nature, and thus took no time at all to position herself in a place that was far enough away from everyone, but still closest to Frank as he was obviously the main person she knew in this group. Shilo offered a small nod of greeting to Handsome Jack to let him know that she remembered him from before, before she finally introduced herself to the other members of the group, a blue haired young man and the scientist she had seen earlier at the fight with Strohiem. "I'm Agent Shilo Saga, by the way, hi." She offered a friendly smile with her greeting, but did not offer a hand to shake, despite the fact that one was obviously free as it only took one hand to hold a glass.
 
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"Thanks pal" Maxwell thanked the soldier and looked at the cigars with a smirk "Haven't had a good cigar, or any cigars in a while." The magician skimmed a hand over the cigars and plucked one out, picking up the lighter and lighting up the cigar and taking a long drag of it.
The heavy smell of cigar smoke was something Maxwell missed. The Constant didn't have the right material for such things.
Speaking of The Constant, the distinct W shaped hair of Wilson caught Maxwell's eye. It appeared that he'd even gotten an outfit for the occasion. Despite the last time they'd met the scientist attacked him, Wilson was one of the few people he was familiar with. "So, Higgsburry I thought that parties and things like social events weren't your thing." Maxwell mused as he exhaled thick cigar smoke.

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It was then, the long eared eco warrior Jak came into Pocket D with a wincing at the calm Jazz music and leaned against the bar area as he turned for a second, asking for a beer.

"Man this place is weird, but Millennium doesn't surprise me much quite like Haven or the Wastelands anymore."

His eyes moved toward the others in the bar, some familiar faces, others not so much.

He walked toward Agent Shilo, Frank who reminded him distantly of Torn in a way and the others he'd never met before.

"Greetings, Frank and Shilo. Also hello Wilson."

Jak had his morph gun and materials on his back strapped there.

He held the blaster or yellow mod.
 
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~Shilo Saga~
Interactions: Frank Woods ( FactionGuerrilla FactionGuerrilla ), Handsome Jack ( Rhysie Rhysie ), Aboa Seragaki ( Mythias Mythias ), and Wilson Higgsbury ( Haz. Haz. )
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Location: Pocket D​

The assassin scanned the room once more, relaxing a bit when there were no red flags that really caught her attention. She sipped the whiskey as her eyes caught Woods glancing at her and she lifted the glass up to say hello. She didn't know how she felt about approaching the man, as he was surrounded by people she both recognized and didn't, and she wasn't sure if she really wanted to deal with all of that. She sighed, Vincent's voice in the back of her head "Come on, Shi, it's your time for a brand new life! Why not meet a couple people." She winced a bit as she could almost imagine that stupid little eyebrow wiggle he did when he meant for her to be more than friends with someone... It annoyed her a bit. Vincent wanted her to get better, but didn't realize that she didn't mind being the way she was, it kept her safe, and that's really all she wanted. Shilo wished that Vince had been there, or anyone on her team at this point, but she particularly missed Vincent. Woods, however, was the closest thing to Vince that Shilo could get at the moment, and as the question of whether or not she would ever see her friends again swam around in her mind, she would do what she could to befriend the Marine. Though she felt a bit guilty, knowing that it wasn't fully fair to him to be used as a trial replacement for her best friend.

As Shilo walked over to the group, she rolled her shoulders back, trying to relax as she got in touch with one of the many characters she had learned to play, however this would be more of a challenge than normal as she would also try to be herself at the same time -- a hybrid between herself and a more sociable and normal person. "Hey," Shilo greeted the group, though she glanced at Frank specifically, adding a small, almost secret smile when she did so. To some it would come off as flirtatious, though she didn't really mean it that way. She sounded more charismatic and friendly than she had before when anyone from the group had interacted with her, and there was something about her that just seemed safer, like she wasn't as ready to stab someone in the throat, though, to be fair, all the other times had been highly stressful fighting situations. The assassin looked over the group, quickly calculating her space between each member to make sure it was safe, though she had gotten so used to doing this that it was second nature, and thus took no time at all to position herself in a place that was far enough away from everyone, but still closest to Frank as he was obviously the main person she knew in this group. Shilo offered a small nod of greeting to Handsome Jack to let him know that she remembered him from before, before she finally introduced herself to the other members of the group, a blue haired young man and the scientist she had seen earlier at the fight with Strohiem. "I'm Agent Shilo Saga, by the way, hi." She offered a friendly smile with her greeting, but did not offer a hand to shake, despite the fact that one was obviously free as it only took one hand to hold a glass.
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Aoba Seragaki
Interacting: Nightwisher Nightwisher darkred darkred
Mood: Slightly bored/Relaxed
Ability: SCRAP
Health: Peak
Location: Pocket D
Music: Happy Stuff

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Just then, Aoba's random stream of thoughts came to a halt when he heard a feminine voice next to him. He turned his head and attention to where the voice trail was. It belonged to a beautiful young woman with long, black hair who was sat next to Woods. Smiling like he usually does when meeting people for the first time, Aoba returned the greetings with a friendly gesture. "Hello Agent Shilo! My name is Aoba." It seemed that Shilo didn't want to offer a handshake, so he stopped himself from reaching his hand out. Although she did have a pretty face, Aoba was slightly intimidated by her somewhat menacing glare.

"So how are you today?" He continued the quick, light-hearted conversation with Shilo, despite his hesitant tone he was exhibiting. Judging from the situation, it was as if everyone on the table except for him knew one other in some way. Although Aoba was still smiling and trying to socialise with as many people as he could, he felt a little bit out of the loop with everyone, even though he knew he shouldn't stick his nose into other people's business.

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It was then, the long eared eco warrior Jak came into Pocket D with a wincing at the calm Jazz music and leaned against the bar area as he turned for a second, asking for a beer.

"Man this place is weird, but Millennium doesn't surprise me much quite like Haven or the Wastelands anymore."

His eyes moved toward the others in the bar, some familiar faces, others not so much.

He walked toward Agent Shilo, Frank who reminded him distantly of Torn in a way and the others he'd never met before.

"Greetings, Frank and Shilo. Also hello Wilson."

Jak had his morph gun and materials on his back strapped there.

He held the blaster or yellow mod.
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Aoba then felt another presence behind him, and turned his attention towards it, only to widen his eyes in surprise at the appearance of Jak. To him, Jak looked like a child who was lost and trying to get his directions right, but that wasn't the thing that shocked Aoba the most. Are those ears for cosplay or something?

He realised that he had been staring at the eco-warrior for too long and the latter may have noticed already. Thinking that Pocket D probably had age restrictions as to who can enter, Aoba quickly shook his head and dismissed the thought that Jak was a child before diverting his attention back at the people who he was already interacting with.
 
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Lucario

The Aura Pokemon had been wandering the streets alone for a while now- for about an hour, to be exact. Well, exact as you can get on a guess. Lucario had actually lost track of how long he'd been separated from the group. His thoughts were instead with what had happened during the fight with the buggy. His chest felt empty as he recalled his reaction to the buggy's destruction. I... lost control... all those innocent people I cared about... I lost control and only wanted to eliminate the killer himself... Such ideas kept repeating in his mind with every step he took on the cold concrete. He just wanted to forget. Forget about what happened. He wanted to stop thinking of it. Please... someone... please...

Lucario stopped in his tracks. In the distance, he could hear music and smell very human scents. Scents he had never once smelled before. They were good scents.

This... this reminds me of the restaurants back home... Lucario realized as he wiped away the salty drops of water running down his cheeks. One visit wouldn't hurt... The canine didn't continue on for a moment. What exactly were those smells that were wafting towards him? They were like a mixture of odd, undiscovered Berries and Blast Burned Miltank. How strange...

All hesitation suddenly gone, Lucario sprinted down the path further to try and meet the scents at their source. Human culture was beginning to intrigue the canine. His human-turned-Typhlosion buddy wasn't able to tell him much back on his world. He had suffered from a loss of memory, and was unable to describe what a human even was apart from the simple explanation of 'it's something I used to be.' This was a great opportunity to learn about the fur-less beings!

The trail of human-made goodness lead Lucario to a red building, where he quickly skidded to a stop once he caught sight of it. His ears went from perked up nearly perfectly to drooped. This doesn't look too different from the places I know, he thought with a bit of sorrow. However, the music and fragrances continued to flow from behind the structure's doors. Surely he'd have to give it more chances than just one. Maybe the inside won't disappoint.

Lucario's body practically moved on its own to the doors, stopping less than a meter away from them and well within arms' reach. Lucario took a deep sigh. Here goes... He pushed the doors open and took a step inside, letting the doors close on their own behind him.

His breath was immediately removed from his lungs.

The amount of activity in the place was astonishing. Trays of amazing looking, exotic food and drinks decorated various tables, and that wasn't even the tip of the iceberg compared to everything else. The crowd of people seemed to blend together for him- some were in groups, some were alone, sure, but Lucario wanted to meet them all! He suddenly let out an uncontrollable and loud yip of happiness, most likely turning more than a few heads. He couldn't wait to see what this... whatever this was had in store for him!​
 
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    Wilson furrowed his brow as he reached for his pipe, pulling out a match from his suit pocket and lighting the cigarette, before placing it in between his lips.
    "Pleasure meeting you, Woods." He remarked, leisurely crossing his arms as he sat back against the stool. Despite the predicament, Wilson didn't feel much hurry to leave anymore. Perhaps it was his growing comfort with his newfound misfit friends, who already seemed to make up for his lack of any actual familiar faces--
    "So, Higgsburry, I thought that parties and things like social events weren't your thing."
    Oh, god damn it.
    Wilson accidentally inhaled the tobacco from his cigarette and went into an all-out wheezing fit, clutching his throat in sheer agony, before finally coughing it all out onto the sleeve of Maxwell's dapper suit.
    "Gee, Maxwell, and I thought you spent all day mulling over magic books and luring people into literal hell, yet here we bloody are."     The scientist passive-aggressively murmured, crossing his arms as he shifted his gaze as far away from the magician as he physically could.
    "What do you want?" He scowled, leaning against the counter, his remarkably firm grip around his glass of Scotch likely alluding to the fact that he was one magic trick away from breaking his god damn drink and jamming the shards into Maxwell's spindly throat.

 
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    Familiar and unfamiliar faces began to trickle into the bar in anomalous intervals.. Her eyebrows furrowed the slightest, a bit skeptical and raising her guard a bit more. When first entering, she let it drop just the slightest. It's supposed to be her time to relax and enjoy supposedly the finest alcohols and meals.. but now it just seemed fishy. Nearly all the people that had entered here were at the warehouse.

    Was it merely a coincidence, or was it more? Irregardless, Millennium City continued to stupefy her and she would definitely keep her mind on this gathering.

    The slight squeak of a chair and ruffling of material stirred from her thoughts, flicking those eccentric but inveigle eyes over to her new company. Pleasantly, her ally had arrived, Geralt.
    "You look nice."
    "Merci." Amelie nodded, looking over the ivory haired man. "You as well." She added nonchalantly, noting that his suit was a little bit too small.. but she wasn't going to point it out. She didn't mind, but he did look rather dashing.
    Amelie slightly brushed her own slinky dress down before picking at the menu once more.
    Geralt was obviously unsure of the menu, but at least Amelie knew what was even on it.

    She nibbled on her lip a bit, the waitress butting in and offering the listed item. Widowmaker noted that she carried an accent alike to hers, glad that she wasn't in a completely foreign place..
    Apparently others could speak her native tongue as well, which was of course reassuring.
    "Oui." She gave a nod to the French waitress.

    Soon, their eerie and unknown being of a companion had joined, Mercer.
    Amelie gave a nod of greeting to him when he had joined the to and took a seat. "Bonjour Alex."
    He wasn't as dressed up as the two, but it didn't really matter. The 'uniform' of the ornate bar wasn't exactly restricted to casual wear. "It seems as this is a.. fancy meeting spot, non?" She pointed out, sweeping her golden gaze around critically. "A lot of familiar faces.." She murmured.

    As if on queue, the final member of the their coterie merged. The man-like robot was dressed impressively, causing her to arch an eyebrow the slightest and look him over. The only time she had seen a omnic in a suit was when they were serving her at some five star restaurant.. or if they were some sort of wealthy politician that she had to kill.
    "Salutations" The blue-skinned woman acknowledged CHEF.

    - would include the whole 'golum' thing but asjfjsaf i need to get this done eeeeeeeeeee. Sorry I couldn't acknowledge everyone tho ; o ; -

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    health: parfait - hungry
    location: pocket d
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Mythias said:
Aoba Seragaki
Interacting: Nightwisher Nightwisher darkred darkred
Mood: Slightly bored/Relaxed
Ability: SCRAP
Health: Peak
Location: Pocket D
Music: Happy Stuff

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Just then, Aoba's random stream of thoughts came to a halt when he heard a feminine voice next to him. He turned his head and attention to where the voice trail was. It belonged to a beautiful young woman with long, black hair who was sat next to Woods. Smiling like he usually does when meeting people for the first time, Aoba returned the greetings with a friendly gesture. "Hello Agent Shilo! My name is Aoba." It seemed that Shilo didn't want to offer a handshake, so he stopped himself from reaching his hand out. Although she did have a pretty face, Aoba was slightly intimidated by her somewhat menacing glare.

"So how are you today?" He continued the quick, light-hearted conversation with Shilo, despite his hesitant tone he was exhibiting. Judging from the situation, it was as if everyone on the table except for him knew one other in some way. Although Aoba was still smiling and trying to socialise with as many people as he could, he felt a little bit out of the loop with everyone, even though he knew he shouldn't stick his nose into other people's business.



Aoba then felt another presence behind him, and turned his attention towards it, only to widen his eyes in surprise at the appearance of Jak. To him, Jak looked like a child who was lost and trying to get his directions right, but that wasn't the thing that shocked Aoba the most. Are those ears for cosplay or something?

He realised that he had been staring at the eco-warrior for too long and the latter may have noticed already. Thinking that Pocket D probably had age restrictions as to who can enter, Aoba quickly shook his head and dismissed the thought that Jak was a child before diverting his attention back at the people who he was already interacting with.
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Lucario

The Aura Pokemon had been wandering the streets alone for a while now- for about an hour, to be exact. Well, exact as you can get on a guess. Lucario had actually lost track of how long he'd been separated from the group. His thoughts were instead with what had happened during the fight with the buggy. His chest felt empty as he recalled his reaction to the buggy's destruction. I... lost control... all those innocent people I cared about... I lost control and only wanted to eliminate the killer himself... Such ideas kept repeating in his mind with every step he took on the cold concrete. He just wanted to forget. Forget about what happened. He wanted to stop thinking of it. Please... someone... please...

Lucario stopped in his tracks. In the distance, he could hear music and smell very human scents. Scents he had never once smelled before. They were good scents.

This... this reminds me of the restaurants back home... Lucario realized as he wiped away the salty drops of water running down his cheeks. One visit wouldn't hurt... The canine didn't continue on for a moment. What exactly were those smells that were wafting towards him? They were like a mixture of odd, undiscovered Berries and Blast Burned Miltank. How strange...

All hesitation suddenly gone, Lucario sprinted down the path further to try and meet the scents at their source. Human culture was beginning to intrigue the canine. His human-turned-Typhlosion buddy wasn't able to tell him much back on his world. He had suffered from a loss of memory, and was unable to describe what a human even was apart from the simple explanation of 'it's something I used to be.' This was a great opportunity to learn about the fur-less beings!

The trail of human-made goodness lead Lucario to a red building, where he quickly skidded to a stop once he caught sight of it. His ears went from perked up nearly perfectly to drooped. This doesn't look too different from the places I know, he thought with a bit of sorrow. However, the music and fragrances continued to flow from behind the structure's doors. Surely he'd have to give it more chances than just one. Maybe the inside won't disappoint.

Lucario's body practically moved on its own to the doors, stopping less than a meter away from them and well within arms' reach. Lucario took a deep sigh. Here goes... He pushed the doors open and took a step inside, letting the doors close on their own behind him.

His breath was immediately removed from his lungs.

The amount of activity in the place was astonishing. Trays of amazing looking, exotic food and drinks decorated various tables, and that wasn't even the tip of the iceberg compared to everything else. The crowd of people seemed to blend together for him- some were in groups, some were alone, sure, but Lucario wanted to meet them all! He suddenly let out an uncontrollable and loud yip of happiness, most likely turning more than a few heads. He couldn't wait to see what this... whatever this was had in store for him!​
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Mood: Annoyed
Ablities:
Dark Jak
Dark Invisibility
Dark Giant
Dark Blast
Dark Bomb

Blaster/yellow Mod

The eco warrior found himself smelling the food around him for a bit, only to focus on the new man in front of him, just staring at him. Jak wanted to groan and facepalm but the stranger seemed slightly confused about his long ears. Jak grinned for a second and crossed his arms,

"No, they aren't cosplay. These are real."

As real as the demon on my shoulder.

Jak made a analogy to the demon he hid inside him but shook his blondish green hair.

Jak frowned "Look pal, yes I have long ears but everyone in my world has them."

He placed his hands on the table and sighed, sipping another drink of beer.

It was clear previous events were running through his mind at the time.

Without his Light Jak abilities to calm him, Jak's anger issues came out at the worst times.

"In either case, who are you? I've never seen you around?
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"Biiiiitch!"

Kanye slapped the nice French lady's hand away from him and tilted his head with a look that felt intense even through his dark sunglasses. He also wore an extremely expensive-looking coat lined with fur, a suit jacket, a shirt with a deep cut neckline and some baggy, torn, but probably also expensive jeans. "You gon' seat Kanye when Kanye tell you to seat Kanye, Kanyedamnit! And He ain't ready yet!"

He then proceeded to stand completely still, with a cold and empty look in his eyes, staring at the woman for exactly thirteen long seconds.

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"Aight, now you can seat Kanye. And Kanye ain't settlin' for no bullshit stupid-ass chair like all these casuals over here be sittin on. Kanye's bee-hind needs the freshest and softest seat y'all got!" The celebrity took a few steps forward and looked around, lowering his two thousand dollar sunglasses a bit. "And how come none of y'all peasants offered to take Kanye's coat yet, huh?"​
 
As the jazz band finished playing their set, the woman that had stared at them- Jeanette, as some might have heard her name- stood, still watching them intently, biting her lip when one of them would look her way. She certainly wasn't being subtle about her intentions. She flattened the folds in her revealing dress, before moving towards the stage, her hips swaying as she walked. Upon reaching it, the saxophonist offered her a hand, helping her up onto the small raised platform.

She stepped up as a microphone was brought out, taking it in her gloved hands. Her vibrant lips waved away from the microphone before she began to sing.



"Que reste-t-il des billets doux?
Des mois d'avril, des rendez-vous?"​


Slowly, she moved about the stage, her head tilted downwards slightly to give the audience a coy look. Midway through the song, she actually stepped off the stage, continuing her slow walk around the room, her hips continuing to sway as she did so. In particular, she singled out the more attractive men around the room, moving more slowly near them and tracing along their shoulders with her finger. A man across the way from the strange group. Geralt. Frank. Alex. There was something about her. Something... compelling about this woman.

As she stepped away from Alex and Frank in particular, they could almost swear she gestured for them to follow and motioned backstage.

For now, though, she just went back onto the stage and continued to sing.

Geralt, for one, wasn't very shy about watching the woman, though as she continued, her furrowed his eyebrows at her, especially when she touched him. "Hm." It was at this time that their food was brought out, distracting Geralt from whatever thought he may have had. Before Widow and Geralt, those that had ordered food, were several cuts of a thick, rare steak. The bearnaise, a creamy yellow sauce with flecks of green herbs on its surface, had been lightly spread about the surface of the meat. Beside the meat was a set of tarragon potatoes, smaller bits of potato sliced up and roasted. Buttery and smelling faintly of garlic and tarragon, the smells combined to fill the nose with a pleasant, homely scent.

For a moment, Geralt actually started to rip it to pieces like a true boor, but, upon raising his eyes and look at Widowmaker, he slowed down, clearing his throat, and ate a bit more graciously, though, as before, his elbows were rudely on the table.​

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    Wilson hated parties. That's not to say he didn't appreciate the time and effort spent into providing such events, but... Okay, that's a lie, he really couldn't care less. And honestly? He'd rather not have even been here. But between a world built upon the haunted ruins of an ancient civilisation which spawned horrors hell-bent on making a meal of anyone who entered their territory, and a city of extraterrestrials and complete weirdos... He didn't have much of a choice. Alas, one must make allowances for circumstance--like he once said.
    He tightened the gloves of his elegant, jet-black, three-piece suit, adjusting his crimson cravat and pinstriped waistcoat as he shuffled onto the stool beside Frank.
    "I'll kindly have a pipe and... Perhaps scotch." Ordered the scientist, not shedding the barmaid a single look as he leaned against the counter, observing the seated crowds with a look of... Envy? Something about the utter tranquillity of the scenery made him ponder over the way he'd spent his 30+ years, his starry-eyed pupils giving off a sense of lament.
    "Apologies for my rudeness earlier, I forgot to introduce myself." He shifted in his seat to face the soldier, extending his hand out for a friendly shake.
    "Wilson P. Higgsbury, royal scientist and child prodigy, at your service.


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Corinne raised an eyebrow, then motioned to the cigars while pouring his drink. "I am afraid that is all we have, monsieur. We do not carry the straight tobacco or pipes to give you one." The petite woman was used to rude patrons, of course, but this many at once seemed to be getting under her skin a bit. "As with the others, anything you get tonight is free. Within reason, anyways. Bon appétit, monsieur."
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The robot watched the young lady react and seemed ready to answer until Geralt began to speak, once again addressing him as a golem. The name seemed to cause the robot pause as if he thought about something from his past. After a long moment, one of his eyes seemed to project an image onto the table in front of him
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"Golem: primarily constructed from stone, and animated by some strange energy not found outside of the planet this unit recorded them on, not unlike those of old stories, powered by arcane sources like magic, or alchemy."
He turns to the Witcher after a long moment and speaks once again "This unit is a highly advanced form of an automaton, based on science rather than arcane means of locomotion. You can refer to this unit and those like it as 'robots' from now on if you should wish." it doesn't seem he was upset by the way Geralt had referred to him, as he understood that the man was from a point in time where his kind did not exist. He had witnessed the man using magic, which was not unheard of back in his universe, but it was certainly not well enough understood to be wielded with the ease Geralt had shown. At least not in CHEF's personal experience.

After a long pause, the image on the table shifted, as something dormant in the machine's files awoke
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The robot remained silent for a long moment, the upward angled image showed just how huge this foe must have been, especially compared to the already very tall robot. "File recovery successful: Colossus"
A short clip played, the image shaking before cutting to a small mountain range, a deep groan could be heard as one of the mountains shifted, before standing up, the dirt heaped on it's back falling back to the earth, boulders falling from its body and turning into the smaller golems seen before. "Ending video playback"

Had CHEF really fought this thing? It didn't seem he'd answer their questions right now, as the video drew to an end, and he seemed to be completely oblivious to what had happened. "Qui, cette unité est un chef hautement qualifié, et est capable de préparer des repas aux normes les plus élevées," he says, addressing the waitress' question at long last "Are you perhaps in need of some assistance?" he asks, glancing down to his suit, and remembering that he'd have to change out of it to cook, but that fortunately he had stored his hat within his chest oven, just in case he may need it.

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Geralt blinked in confusion. "So you're like a walking megascope too, huh? Robot it is. Whatever that means. Yeah, that's what a golem is. Guess you have them in some way wherever you're from." He watched the images as they played, raising an eyebrow at the size of the creature. If CHEF had fought such a thing, he was definitely not at his full strength right now. "Can't say I've ever seen anything that big."

Henriette giggled at CHEF a bit before answering. "Non, merci, mais nous vous garderons à l'esprit, mon ami!" She set Mercer's drink down in front of him then, with a nod, stepped back. "Excuse me, friends. A customer came in, and we are very busy, so I cannot linger!" She stepped away, heading towards the door.
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    Familiar and unfamiliar faces began to trickle into the bar in anomalous intervals.. Her eyebrows furrowed the slightest, a bit skeptical and raising her guard a bit more. When first entering, she let it drop just the slightest. It's supposed to be her time to relax and enjoy supposedly the finest alcohols and meals.. but now it just seemed fishy. Nearly all the people that had entered here were at the warehouse.

    Was it merely a coincidence, or was it more? Irregardless, Millennium City continued to stupefy her and she would definitely keep her mind on this gathering.

    The slight squeak of a chair and ruffling of material stirred from her thoughts, flicking those eccentric but inveigle eyes over to her new company. Pleasantly, her ally had arrived, Geralt.
    "You look nice."
    "Merci." Amelie nodded, looking over the ivory haired man. "You as well." She added nonchalantly, noting that his suit was a little bit too small.. but she wasn't going to point it out. She didn't mind, but he did look rather dashing.
    Amelie slightly brushed her own slinky dress down before picking at the menu once more.
    Geralt was obviously unsure of the menu, but at least Amelie knew what was even on it.

    She nibbled on her lip a bit, the waitress butting in and offering the listed item. Widowmaker noted that she carried an accent alike to hers, glad that she wasn't in a completely foreign place..
    Apparently others could speak her native tongue as well, which was of course reassuring.
    "Oui." She gave a nod to the French waitress.

    Soon, their eerie and unknown being of a companion had joined, Mercer.
    Amelie gave a nod of greeting to him when he had joined the to and took a seat. "Bonjour Alex."
    He wasn't as dressed up as the two, but it didn't really matter. The 'uniform' of the ornate bar wasn't exactly restricted to casual wear. "It seems as this is a.. fancy meeting spot, non?" She pointed out, sweeping her golden gaze around critically. "A lot of familiar faces.." She murmured.

    As if on queue, the final member of the their coterie merged. The man-like robot was dressed impressively, causing her to arch an eyebrow the slightest and look him over. The only time she had seen a omnic in a suit was when they were serving her at some five star restaurant.. or if they were some sort of wealthy politician that she had to kill.
    "Salutations" The blue-skinned woman acknowledged CHEF.

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Geralt took the compliment with a tilted head and a shrug. His companion bit her lip as she looked at the menu after seeming to look him over, causing his brow to furrow once more. "Something wrong with it? Frankly, I'm not even sure I'm wearing the thing right. It's nothing like what I'm used to. For one thing, it's pretty comfortable." Briefly, he looked down. Geralt was not a shy man, after all. "Not as comfortable as yours looks, but comfortable." The Witcher smiled a little bit at her before leaning back in his chair, looking across the way as it seemed a commotion had begun to stir up.
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Kanye West

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"Biiiiitch!"

Kanye slapped the nice French lady's hand away from him and tilted his head with a look that felt intense even through his dark sunglasses. He also wore an extremely expensive-looking coat lined with fur, a suit jacket, a shirt with a deep cut neckline and some baggy, torn, but probably also expensive jeans. "You gon' seat Kanye when Kanye tell you to seat Kanye, Kanyedamnit! And He ain't ready yet!"

He then proceeded to stand completely still, with a cold and empty look in his eyes, staring at the woman for exactly thirteen long seconds.

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"Aight, now you can seat Kanye. And Kanye ain't settlin' for no bullshit stupid-ass chair like all these casuals over here be sittin on. Kanye's bee-hind needs the freshest and softest seat y'all got!" The celebrity took a few steps forward and looked around, lowering his two thousand dollar sunglasses a bit. "And how come none of y'all peasants offered to take Kanye's coat yet, huh?"​
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Henriette walked up with a pleasant smile, hand outstretched to take the man's coat when he slapped it away. "Allow me to- Oh! Vous barbare!" She stepped back, aghast at the totally inappropriate gesture. In a huff, she turned around and walked away, storming into the back of the building, the door swinging shut behind her. A few minutes went by, and then the woman came back out, followed by another individual. The man that followed her had to duck to get out of the door, standing at a whopping seven and a half feet tall. He was clad in heavy furs and armor covered in spikes, each spike carrying a human skull, one carrying a nearly complete rib cage. On his back was an unreasonably huge greatsword.

Henriette pointed towards Kanye from across the room. The man that was following her, standing near Frank and the others at the bar, simply grunted, moving around them and heading towards the front. Each of his steps seemed to shake the ground a little bit. Surprisingly, though, none of the other patrons, musicians, or staff seemed at all worried. Most of them didn't even look up.

The man approached Kanye, Henriette following shortly behind. At this distance, it was almost as though he was in dress armor; the furs and metal were spotless, as was his chest length beard and mohawk. He looked down at the rapper and spoke, his voice powerful, with a faint Norse accent. "Did you hit one of my servers?"

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Vault Boy was surprisingly bored. The new city he had arrived in seemed exciting and full of fresh new experiences. But after the last couple of days it aeemed to get a little bit boring. So Vault Boy just decided to wander around town, trying to find sometbing to do.

That was when Vault Boy came across a place called Pocket D. It seemed intresting enough to Vault Boy, so he decided to go in. Maybe have some interactions, party, maybe a few drinks. As he walked in, he noticed a man in a fur suit be rude and slap a woman's hand. Vault Boy gasped in surprise and decided to put on his angry face. As Vault Boy devided to walk over there he noticed a big man come out.

Vault Boy watched as the big man asked the man in the fur suit a question. Vault Boy decided to speak. "I saw it! He was being a rude fella! I was about to come over and tell him what's what!" Vault boy said. He tried to be tough but got nervous at looking at the man with the spikes.

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Henriette walked up with a pleasant smile, hand outstretched to take the man's coat when he slapped it away. "Allow me to- Oh! Vous barbare!" She stepped back, aghast at the totally inappropriate gesture. In a huff, she turned around and walked away, storming into the back of the building, the door swinging shut behind her. A few minutes went by, and then the woman came back out, followed by another individual. The man that followed her had to duck to get out of the door, standing at a whopping seven and a half feet tall. He was clad in heavy furs and armor covered in spikes, each spike carrying a human skull, one carrying a nearly complete rib cage. On his back was an unreasonably huge greatsword.

Henriette pointed towards Kanye from across the room. The man that was following her, standing near Frank and the others at the bar, simply grunted, moving around them and heading towards the front. Each of his steps seemed to shake the ground a little bit. Surprisingly, though, none of the other patrons, musicians, or staff seemed at all worried. Most of them didn't even look up.

The man approached Kanye, Henriette following shortly behind. At this distance, it was almost as though he was in dress armor; the furs and metal were spotless, as was his chest length beard and mohawk. He looked down at the rapper and spoke, his voice powerful, with a faint Norse accent. "Did you hit one of my servers?"

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KANYE WEST

"Ay! Don't you run away from Yeezy, He ain't been shown to his seat yet! And when you speak a language Kanye doesn't know, Kanye feels like you is challenging His intellectual intelligence, which is obviously still far above all y'allses anyways! Stupid-ass..." He yelled, but his voice quickly fell silent when the man stepped into the room. Through his sunglasses, Kanye's eyes observed the man carefully as he walked up, and his head was tilted up at an almost comical angle to look the man in the eyes.

"What, you her pimp or somethin'? You need to check yo bitches man, this ho be disrespectin' Kanye." He brought up a hand and started counting his fingers, raising one after that. "She ain't been takin' His coat. She speakin' Italian or some shit to Him. And most important of all, she ain't asked Him for no autograph yet. You see, you gotta keep yo bitches in line, man, or they gon' be runnin' yo bizniz and stealin' yo credit card before you know it. A pretty ass ain't nothin' if she don't know respect!"

Kanye looked up at the man with wide, intense and motionless eyes, holding his fingers up for another while.​
 
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Vault Boy was surprisingly bored. The new city he had arrived in seemed exciting and full of fresh new experiences. But after the last couple of days it aeemed to get a little bit boring. So Vault Boy just decided to wander around town, trying to find sometbing to do.

That was when Vault Boy came across a place called Pocket D. It seemed intresting enough to Vault Boy, so he decided to go in. Maybe have some interactions, party, maybe a few drinks. As he walked in, he noticed a man in a fur suit be rude and slap a woman's hand. Vault Boy gasped in surprise and decided to put on his angry face. As Vault Boy devided to walk over there he noticed a big man come out.

Vault Boy watched as the big man asked the man in the fur suit a question. Vault Boy decided to speak. "I saw it! He was being a rude fella! I was about to come over and tell him what's what!" Vault boy said. He tried to be tough but got nervous at looking at the man with the spikes.

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KANYE WEST

"Kanye don't remember askin' you a Kanye damn thing, pretty boy!" The artist exclaimed aggressively, walking up to the newcomer.​
 
A Common Man said:
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Vault Boy was surprisingly bored. The new city he had arrived in seemed exciting and full of fresh new experiences. But after the last couple of days it aeemed to get a little bit boring. So Vault Boy just decided to wander around town, trying to find sometbing to do.

That was when Vault Boy came across a place called Pocket D. It seemed intresting enough to Vault Boy, so he decided to go in. Maybe have some interactions, party, maybe a few drinks. As he walked in, he noticed a man in a fur suit be rude and slap a woman's hand. Vault Boy gasped in surprise and decided to put on his angry face. As Vault Boy devided to walk over there he noticed a big man come out.

Vault Boy watched as the big man asked the man in the fur suit a question. Vault Boy decided to speak. "I saw it! He was being a rude fella! I was about to come over and tell him what's what!" Vault boy said. He tried to be tough but got nervous at looking at the man with the spikes.

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The burly man looked at Vault Boy with a scowl, his lips curling back to reveal teeth that were surprisingly white, albeit with abnormally large and sharp canines. "Didn't ask you, but thanks for the tip. Go sit down. Get a drink. On the house. Tell Erialos that Wulfrik sent you." The towering northman brushed the boy away with a huge hand.
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Ellya said:
KANYE WEST

"Ay! Don't you run away from Yeezy, He ain't been shown to his seat yet! And when you speak a language Kanye doesn't know, Kanye feels like you is challenging His intellectual intelligence, which is obviously still far above all y'allses anyways! Stupid-ass..." He yelled, but his voice quickly fell silent when the man stepped into the room. Through his sunglasses, Kanye's eyes observed the man carefully as he walked up, and his head was tilted up at an almost comical angle to look the man in the eyes.

"What, you her pimp or somethin'? You need to check yo bitches man, this ho be disrespectin' Kanye." He brought up a hand and started counting his fingers, raising one after that. "She ain't been takin' His coat. She speakin' Italian or some shit to Him. And most important of all, she ain't asked Him for no autograph yet. You see, you gotta keep yo bitches in line, man, or they gon' be runnin' yo bizniz and stealin' yo credit card before you know it. A pretty ass ain't nothin' if she don't know respect!"

Kanye looked up at the man with wide, intense and motionless eyes, holding his fingers up for another while.​
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Wulfrik listened quietly, his deep, red eyes not betraying any real emotion. If anything, he actually seemed to just be paying attention. When he spoke, he crossed his arms, but his words were measured and calm. His tongue, though, resembled more fluted tongue of a bird. "Respectfully, sir, your negative attitude severely disrupts the attitude of my establishment. We are a peaceful place for people of all walks to come and rest their feet. You may either behave, or you may leave."

It seemed his words would not be heeded.
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Ellya said:
KANYE WEST

"Kanye don't remember askin' you a Kanye damn thing, pretty boy!" The artist exclaimed aggressively, walking up to the newcomer.​
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In a moment, Wulfrik's tone changed. His words suddenly became laced with magic. Powerful magic, at that. "Alright, you gaudy ingrate! Get back here!" The challenge itself was an extremely powerful compulsion effect; it outright forced its target to turn their attention to him. A gift directly from the Chaos Gods. Wulfrik still hadn't drawn his weapon, though. He stepped up to Kanye, moving to grab Kanye by the top of his head with blinding speed, his palm covered a significant portion of the rapper's scalp and his hand's strength alone more than enough to lift Kanye off his feet, if the man couldn't get out of the way in time.

"You will behave or I will break your legs and throw you outside. Understood?"

Ellya Ellya A Common Man A Common Man​
 
Maxwell was less than enthused about Wilson hacking up smoke bits on his fine white suit. Given it was a powder he managed to get it off but now his arm smelled like he’d rolled it in an ashtray, the magician glared at Wilson. “How nice of you to cough a hairball up on my suit.” He snapped sarcastically “I was simply being courteous, after all out of all the other people in the Constant, why are you the only one that was taken here?” Maxwell took another drag of his cigar and blew some smoke rings at Wilson “Also you’re quite mistaken Higgsbury. I do have other things to do besides ‘mull over magical books’, places like these bring back some good memories. And you're exaggerating about The Constant, honestly I was kind enough not to drop you in a cave with those rabbit beasts” Maxwell replied snidely.

Haz. Haz. @/antone
 

  • Woods sighed and shook his head as he listened to Aoba. At the kid's questioning about "not having a job", the Marine sighed once more as his thoughts drifted to the train station and the possibility that he did shoot his best friend Mason before ending up on that train. To get rid of any possibility of him losing his shit, the soldier took a second puff of his cigar, remaining silent for a little bit before addressing the blue boy.

    "I mean, I don't fuckin' belong here. One minute, I get my legs blown off at some kinda dock yard, and the next thing I know I wake up on one of those weird civilian trains like it never happened. And if you ask me, I don't think anyone else here was fighting in the Vietnam War last I checked," The black-haired man grunted as he turned to rest his arms on the table as he blew more smoke out from his mouth. When the talking dog made a less-than-inconspicuous entrance, he visibly blanched- however, he still waved towards the animal like he belonged with the group.

    "Hey, kid, glad to see ya here," The CIA agent replied to Agent Saga as she approached the mini-ensemble, but winced as he realized that he had inadvertently called her "kid"- hopefully she wouldn't take it the wrong way. Regardless, he listened to her before taking note of her first name- something she didn't want to divulge earlier.

    "Shilo, huh..?" The blue-eyed man muttered under his breath near-inaudibly, but didn't really address that. Instead, he simply continued on speaking to Shilo.

    "Glad to see you here; this city just seems to be full of surprises if you ask me," The Master Sergeant nonchalantly pointed out, just as Jak also came in and joined the ever-growing misfits.

    "Would ya look at that? Looks like everyone's still alive from fighting that freakface at the warehouse," The S.O.G. agent declared- part serious, part in good humor- as Maxwell thanked him for the smokes and noted their high quality.

    "Heh, you tell me- in 'Nam you'd be lucky to catch a five-minute break," Frank added just before Wilson began to have a hissy fit. The USMC soldier seemed to quickly tense up, clenching his fists, just before a second jerkoff waltzed in and hit the poor waitress- as if two escalating customers weren't enough. The soldier's ice blue eyes seemed to form daggers alongside his scowl. He nearly pulled out his M16A1 before deciding against it, instead snagging a large steak knife and an empty whiskey bottle, like something in his brain had snapped- a switch within him comparative to the safety on a gun had pretty much went off.

    "Do it again, you li'l shithead, I dare you..." Frank growled, loud enough for the people around him to hear it but not loud enough for Kanye. If they were paying attention, they could almost literally see him begin to formulate just how he was going to carve the rude bastard up if he tried something stupid.

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    Luckily, the bouncer came along and seemed to deal with the asshole at the door. Frank relaxed a little bit, but didn't completely do so- he still remained a bit rigid, like he still expected trouble. But the singing woman helped in getting rid of his last thoughts of the jerk, instead replacing it with hints of curiousity. He raised an eyebrow whilst he took a puff, letting the female run her finger along him- all the while watching her carefully. After catching her gesture to the backstage, Frank got up to leave with his cigar before catching the bartender's increasing frustration.

    To help try and de-escalate the tension between Wilson and Maxwell, Woods pushed the tray of cigars towards the former, nodding towards him as a gesture to grab a cigar.

    "You heard her- take one, they ain't too bad for smokes made under Fidel Castro's nose," Frank added, before digging for some cash in his pockets. He was successful in yanking out a $50, and put it on the table for the bartender to take.

    "Yeah, thanks. I'll be back, but in the meantime consider it my 'payment' for everyone else," Woods replied, moving towards the backstage. As he did so, he suspiciously watched Alex for any trouble- all the while trying to covertly catch Agent Saga's eye to get her to possibly tag along. After all, he didn't trust Mercer so much...
 
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The burly man looked at Vault Boy with a scowl, his lips curling back to reveal teeth that were surprisingly white, albeit with abnormally large and sharp canines. "Didn't ask you, but thanks for the tip. Go sit down. Get a drink. On the house. Tell Erialos that Wulfrik sent you." The towering northman brushed the boy away with a huge hand.
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Wulfrik listened quietly, his deep, red eyes not betraying any real emotion. If anything, he actually seemed to just be paying attention. When he spoke, he crossed his arms, but his words were measured and calm. His tongue, though, resembled more fluted tongue of a bird. "Respectfully, sir, your negative attitude severely disrupts the attitude of my establishment. We are a peaceful place for people of all walks to come and rest their feet. You may either behave, or you may leave."

It seemed his words would not be heeded.
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In a moment, Wulfrik's tone changed. His words suddenly became laced with magic. Powerful magic, at that. "Alright, you gaudy ingrate! Get back here!" The challenge itself was an extremely powerful compulsion effect; it outright forced its target to turn their attention to him. A gift directly from the Chaos Gods. Wulfrik still hadn't drawn his weapon, though. He stepped up to Kanye, moving to grab Kanye by the top of his head with blinding speed, his palm covered a significant portion of the rapper's scalp and his hand's strength alone more than enough to lift Kanye off his feet, if the man couldn't get out of the way in time.

"You will behave or I will break your legs and throw you outside. Understood?"

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Kanye immediately started to shout and yell when being picked up, his arms and legs kicking helplessly like a limp toy being picked up. "Ay! You better put Kanye down right now boy! Kanye boutta sue yo giant ass! You don't touch the Yeezy!" He yelled and shouted angrily, unable to do anything to resist or fight back.

"Kanye gots himself some lawyers, and they gon' take all you got, those scrawny-ass clothes, this stupid-ass club, it all gon' be Kanye's shit now!" He started off shouting strong, but as he felt the grip on his skull increasing more and more, his voice started getting lower and lower by the second. Eventually, he hung limply from the man's hand and stared up at him with meek eyes.

"But... You know, Kanye ain't a dick, Kanye gon' cut you some slack, aight... How 'bout you put Kanye down right now, Kanye leaves yo bi-- yo woman alone... And Kanye gon't get Himself a nice drink with these fine people, aight?" He said, almost whispering by now. He couldn't allow anyone to hear himself saying such embarrassing stuff to this guy.​
 
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KANYE WEST

Kanye immediately started to shout and yell when being picked up, his arms and legs kicking helplessly like a limp toy being picked up. "Ay! You better put Kanye down right now boy! Kanye boutta sue yo giant ass! You don't touch the Yeezy!" He yelled and shouted angrily, unable to do anything to resist or fight back.

"Kanye gots himself some lawyers, and they gon' take all you got, those scrawny-ass clothes, this stupid-ass club, it all gon' be Kanye's shit now!" He started off shouting strong, but as he felt the grip on his skull increasing more and more, his voice started getting lower and lower by the second. Eventually, he hung limply from the man's hand and stared up at him with meek eyes.

"But... You know, Kanye ain't a dick, Kanye gon' cut you some slack, aight... How 'bout you put Kanye down right now, Kanye leaves yo bi-- yo woman alone... And Kanye gon't get Himself a nice drink with these fine people, aight?" He said, almost whispering by now. He couldn't allow anyone to hear himself saying such embarrassing stuff to this guy.​
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Wulfrik continued to squeeze tighter, and tighter. If he really wanted to, he could pop Kanye's head like his skull was little more than an eggshell, but, frankly, he was just bluffing; he had no intention of killing the man so much as frightening him into quieting down. When the rapper did, Wulfrik's lips curled back once more, this time into a wide smile. He gently put the man down. "I appreciate you cutting me some slack, Kanye. Welcome to my establishment. I'm the owner; People call me Wulfrik the Wanderer. The Inescapable. The World Walker. You can call me Wulf, though. We call it 'Pocket D.' It's your first night here, right? Everything's free- within reason, anyways. One meal. Get any drink you want."
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Maxwell was less than enthused about Wilson hacking up smoke bits on his fine white suit. Given it was a powder he managed to get it off but now his arm smelled like he’d rolled it in an ashtray, the magician glared at Wilson. “How nice of you to cough a hairball up on my suit.” He snapped sarcastically “I was simply being courteous, after all out of all the other people in the Constant, why are you the only one that was taken here?” Maxwell took another drag of his cigar and blew some smoke rings at Wilson “Also you’re quite mistaken Higgsbury. I do have other things to do besides ‘mull over magical books’, places like these bring back some good memories. And you're exaggerating about The Constant, honestly I was kind enough not to drop you in a cave with those rabbit beasts” Maxwell replied snidely.

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With that, the man turned his attention to the bar, where Erialos was waving towards him and pointing at the arguing Wilson and Maxwell. His scowl returned, his expression darkening. The two men probably heard Wulfrik before they saw him, his thunderous foot steps shaking the ground a bit as he moved. Still, none of the patrons or staff really looked up at him for anything other than a friendly smile or a familiar wave. Upon reaching them, he promptly put his hands on each of their shoulders. What parts of his hands fit, anyways. His fingers closed around them, squeezing tightly like a vise, and only growing tighter. "Got a problem here, gents?"

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Rick was bored to hell. Millennium City was nothing like Los Angeles. No crazy chases, no shoot-outs, nothing. He wanders around the streets, checking around for some place to chill at. Pocket D. "The bloody fuck is this?" Rick says as he would form a smirk, throwing away his cigarette. He lifts his hat up just to run his hand over his soft, brunette hair. Making his way inside the building, he quickly scans the area, not for trouble but for women. He has to accept the fact that there were none. Frowning, he rests himself down on a seat, ordering a regular Old Crow. As he gulps the shot, he notices a lady nearby. He quickly bangs the glass back onto the counter, then jump up from the seat, slowly approaching the female. Without any words, he sets himself down next to her, slamming his badge onto the table. "Detective Phelps from M.C.P.D." He glances up into her eyes, keeping a straight face while waiting for a response.
 
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Vault Boy's eyes widened when the man scowled at him. His teeth...huge and s-sharp. Maybe I should have kept to myself and just have gotten a drink. Vault Boy thought. He also got a bit more nervous as the man in the the coat was angry at Vault Boy. "I don't want their to be any trouble." Vault Boy said. Vault Boy nodded when the man with the large teeth spoke.

Vault Boy was pushed away by the man with the sharp tteeth and started walking over to the bar. He had no idea who Erialos was, but Vault Boy was sure he would find whoever that was. He then began to speak to the bartender. "Your uh, Erialos right? Wulfrik sent me told me my drink was on the house." Vault Boy said. Vault Boy noticed the two men spekaing to each other and Wulfric going over to them. These too seem intresting. Vault Boy thought.

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Rick was bored to hell. Millennium City was nothing like Los Angeles. No crazy chases, no shoot-outs, nothing. He wanders around the streets, checking around for some place to chill at. Pocket D. "The bloody fuck is this?" Rick says as he would form a smirk, throwing away his cigarette. He lifts his hat up just to run his hand over his soft, brunette hair. Making his way inside the building, he quickly scans the area, not for trouble but for women. He has to accept the fact that there were none. Frowning, he rests himself down on a seat, ordering a regular Old Crow. As he gulps the shot, he notices a lady nearby. He quickly bangs the glass back onto the counter, then jump up from the seat, slowly approaching the female. Without any words, he sets himself down next to her, slamming his badge onto the table. "Detective Phelps from M.C.P.D." He glances up into her eyes, keeping a straight face while waiting for a response.
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Geralt looked up as another man walked up and sat down next to Widowmaker at their table, joining himself, the woman, Alex, and CHEF. The Witcher scowled, the badge and acronym meaning nothing to the man out of time, though the word detective did. "We got a problem, detective? Looking for something? Someone?" He figured, after all, if the man was going to sit at the table with this motley crew, the crew should get a say. Geralt was never a fan of any sort of law, after all, and, if they'd already gotten the attention of it... Well, that wasn't good. One enemy made after another. He looked over at CHEF and Alex. "I can speak for everyone here when I say we're new in town. Don't know a thing about the place."

Geralt really wished he had a sword right now. He really had no recourse if this man was here to start something.

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Handsome Jack
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Status: Why do I even bother to be even writing this? Y’all know he’s alive, drinking a bit of a damn Brandy

Had Jack been way near (let’s say 5ft. Apart) of what seemed a man on a suit blowing smoke rings at another douchebag, he’d be thinking over his head “If this evolves to a bar fight, I’ll just kick my feet up and watch it how it evolves to the worse, or maybe split them up when they try to punch each other, this ain’t a damn fighting ring nor Pandora, why does this place gets a civil attitude? Oh wait, someone didn’t put psychos and bandits in here”
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or just move over to another place, but yet as he may have overheard the small convo about “mulling over something” Jack decided to look at what was going on and then look back at his glass of Brandy (which was perhaps 1/4 or just half full) and said to himself

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“Idiots, no wonder why Pandora is such a shit-hole, and lucky me that I’m not there controling and manipulating the bastards, and murdering vault-hunters, which I really enjoyed” as he called out on the bar-tender “Eyo Erialos, I need one of the darkest beers you have, I need to get drunk, but not that drunk-drunk level if you know what I mean” Jack, as his civil self (for now) decided to ask for such drink

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    In this point of time, Amelie would've loved to take a swig of pinot noir or champagne. Alas, she was glass-less and left to inwardly roll her eyes at the womans display. Attractive she is, but it just appeared that she tried to hard.. but she certainly knew what the basic man was into.
    With an arched eyebrow, her golden orbs trailed after her for awhile, stifling a scoff when she dragged a finger along Geralts back.

    Luckily, their food had arrived. The French woman eyed her plate, before satisfactorily picking up her utensils. If she were a dog, she'd be drooling all over the damn table. The steak was magnifique, as well as the remainder of the meal of course. Though she wouldn't admit it, she was excited and even feeling a bit reminiscent. It reminded her of her meals back at the estate, enjoying the evening with Gerard, her parents and her in-laws.. Simpler times it was.. and the taste of the food just duplicated that somewhat empty joyous feeling that came from nostalgia.
    Amelie had gracefully cut a chunk out of the steak and guided it to her mouth, the seasons and relish of the steak dancing on her tastebuds.
    Although her face revealed rare emotion, she closed her eyes briefly, as if savoring the flavor.

    Opening her eyes and going for the potatoes, she noticed Geralt sheepishly looking at her. At this, she couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "What..?" Amelie queried, hadn't not realize that she uttered a laugh nor that he was pigging out.
    "And non, your suit looks fine. A bigger size may suit you better however." She responded, forking some potatoes into her mouth.
    As he glanced down, she quirked an eyebrow. The assassin could already tell that he was quite coquettish, but that didn't entirely bother her.
    "Well~ It is rather comfortable. Made out of silk and it feels as if I was wearing nothing." Amelie explained, brushing her hands down her dress as if to prove some point. "Why so interested? Would you like to trade or something?"
    W oa h. Was that an attempt at humor Widowmaker?! What are you?
    Indeed it was, and now she felt conflicted for even saying that-

    Anyways, some annoyance sprung up by the door and she flicked her attention to it with furrowed eyebrows and a slight scowl. "Obnoxious.." Amelie murmured into her new glass of Pinot Noir.

    "Detective Phelps from M.C.P.D."
    She turned, taking in a taller man with brown locks. Amelie blinked at him, lifting her glass of wine to her lips and taking a sip. "Ok? And..?" Her face was blank, nearly bored looking, though a slight smirk was playing at her lips now. Why did this man decide to approach her instead of the entire table?

    Geralt began to talk to the Detective, also curious as to why he was here.

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    In this point of time, Amelie would've loved to take a swig of pinot noir or champagne. Alas, she was glass-less and left to inwardly roll her eyes at the womans display. Attractive she is, but it just appeared that she tried to hard.. but she certainly knew what the basic man was into.
    With an arched eyebrow, her golden orbs trailed after her for awhile, stifling a scoff when she dragged a finger along Geralts back.

    Luckily, their food had arrived. The French woman eyed her plate, before satisfactorily picking up her utensils. If she were a dog, she'd be drooling all over the damn table. The steak was magnifique, as well as the remainder of the meal of course. Though she wouldn't admit it, she was excited and even feeling a bit reminiscent. It reminded her of her meals back at the estate, enjoying the evening with Gerard, her parents and her in-laws.. Simpler times it was.. and the taste of the food just duplicated that somewhat empty joyous feeling that came from nostalgia.
    Amelie had gracefully cut a chunk out of the steak and guided it to her mouth, the seasons and relish of the steak dancing on her tastebuds.
    Although her face revealed rare emotion, she closed her eyes briefly, as if savoring the flavor.

    Opening her eyes and going for the potatoes, she noticed Geralt sheepishly looking at her. At this, she couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "What..?" Amelie queried, hadn't not realize that she uttered a laugh nor that he was pigging out.
    "And non, your suit looks fine. A bigger size may suit you better however." She responded, forking some potatoes into her mouth.
    As he glanced down, she quirked an eyebrow. The assassin could already tell that he was quite coquettish, but that didn't entirely bother her.
    "Well~ It is rather comfortable. Made out of silk and it feels as if I was wearing nothing." Amelie explained, brushing her hands down her dress as if to prove some point. "Why so interested? Would you like to trade or something?"
    W oa h. Was that an attempt at humor Widowmaker?! What are you?
    Indeed it was, and now she felt conflicted for even saying that-

    Anyways, some annoyance sprung up by the door and she flicked her attention to it with furrowed eyebrows and a slight scowl. "Obnoxious.." Amelie murmured into her new glass of Pinot Noir.

    "Detective Phelps from M.C.P.D."
    She turned, taking in a taller man with brown locks. Amelie blinked at him, lifting her glass of wine to her lips and taking a sip. "Ok? And..?" Her face was blank, nearly bored looking, though a slight smirk was playing at her lips now. Why did this man decide to approach her instead of the entire table?

    Geralt began to talk to the Detective, also curious as to why he was here.

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Geralt was, admittedly, watching Widow's reaction when the woman touched his back, but that was only really because she was practically staring it him when it happened, looking a tad bit flustered. He blinked a few times in confusion. "Something on my face, too?" The Witcher seemed half-serious, a brief smirk revealing his sharp canines. Shortly thereafter, he watched the artist go, though his expression was far less warm than it had been a moment ago, seeming almost suspicious.

He shook his head and returned to his food. "It's too small? Well, I'm used to nice outfits being uncomfortable. Suits my figure better, anyways." The smile returned, this time in earnest, although still only briefly. Her running her hands over her own dress admittedly had him raising an eyebrow. Either he was misreading it, or that was really direct. "You laughed. Can't say I've heard that yet. We'll see if I can get you to do it again. But, no, not looking to trade for it. I like it where it is right now."

He pulled himself back to as he watched the singer go, his frown returning. The Witcher leaned across the table, pointing to the woman subtly. "If I'm being honest, lawman, something's off about that one. Can't place my finger on it, but... Something's not right."

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Though Lucario's ears were overloaded with incoming noise, he was somehow able to distinguish each and every conversation. He was looking for voices he could feel at peace around, even if this entire place piqued his curiosity- heavily so, even. Still, there were some mysteriously suspicious people lurking around in the building. His stomach kind of turned in knots thinking about interrupting one of their apparently important conversations...

A familiar voice was fast to catch his attention. "In either case, who are you? I've never seen you around?" It- no, he- asked. The canine's head whipped around to confirm his guess of who that voice belonged to. Once that person entered Lucario's vision, his grin grew tenfold. It was none other than Jak, or as the Aura Pokemon remembered him, the 'weirdo who turned into a monster and sniffed me but I like him anyway.' He was talking to some strange person whose hair color reminded the canine of his own fur. Even if he didn't know that blue-haired human-looking person, the Aura Pokemon made a dash towards him and Jak.

"Hey, hey, hey! It's nice to see you again!" He shouted after the eco warrior. Lucario's mouth hung open for a second as he realized they hadn't actually introduced themselves to each other; on the other hand, maybe they did, and Lucario just didn't remember it. "Er... I'm sorry, I don't remember your name! Did we meet? I don't think we met." The canine was practically jumping up and down with energy. "Well, I'm Lucario! I was the guy that got his paw broken in the fight with that weird person who had a bunch of metal in him!" It didn't even seem like the Aura Pokemon was breathing between sentences.

Lucario's eyes shot back as another familiar looking thing failed to remain hidden to him, especially since it was trying to catch his attention. It was the friendly beckoning hand of Frank Woods, who Lucario immediately turned to and waved at. "Oh, hey, Mr. Soldier Man! Wait a second! I'm gonna talk with my best buddies over here!" Lucario pointed at Jak and Aoba, despite barely knowing either.

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