Julian sighed and lay back on his seat, Having finished the blood-red drink. Waving over the bartender, he got another glass of water, not partaking in alcohol just yet. From within his suit, he mysteriously produced another rose, obviously carefully nurtured, and rolled it between his fingers, smiling at the beautiful red petals. Only a few spines adorned its length, glistening oddly in the light of the pub.
As his drink arrived, he repeated the process as before, dropping the strange pill into the clear liquid, a few whisps of red disappearing before the entire drink turns crimson.
He took a sip, his gaze glancing over the different female patrons of the bar, flipping the rose idly in his fingers as he smiled. The choices were almost becoming too difficult to make...
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
A large black nebula was reported close by, this had been about fifty minutes ago how ever and some people were talking about going to see what caused it. A Nephthys landed within the docking bay, it was left untended to as the occupant got out abruptly and warned them off.
A figure that stood at 5'9 entered the bar, full body armor a bag over the back of the man, swords cross under his back, two guns on either hip and the shoulder insignia had the following design. Nephilim Symbol. The man looked around for a few seconds before striding over to Sarah. His metal boots making the sound of a soldier walking, those that knew the armor stayed well away. It was known that the man was once an Order Agent and Phantom to boot, without so much as a Hello He seated in a chair near Sarah at her table and sat still for a while un-speaking as he looked around at the individuals. 'Your the one who got your ship blown up not me.'The voice masked to sound of an accent that would run along as a Breatonian one. though the presence of the person would probably be familiar to Sarah
When she finally noticed "the great mobile armory", equipped with swords, guns and all the stuff, walking in the bar, she was, of course, in the middle of yawning. Therefore, for next five or ten seconds Patri just sat on the sofa silently, staring at it, with her mouth half-open...
- My my... that outfit looks strangely familiar. But why HERE? And why ARMED, in the middle of the Pub? - she thought, trying to stay calm, - Well, i guess i should try asking. That's what i am here for, afterall.
She stretched herself, took a photo of "weird company" with her PDA camera, instantly sending it somewhere, - and put on her "smiling face". Some of the attendants may find this smile of her alarmingly familiar, reminding of one patricular person.
- Umm, mister robocop walking armory tin can, sir~? Hello~? - she said, still sitting on the sofa and energetically waving to the person who just took a chair near the girl in weird red dress.
The Robocop looked towards the lady yelling out. His eyes dropped to the ladies PDA device and touched a few things on his wrist as it tried to connect with it, then he turned his attention back to Sarah. several small throwing blade ends littered, all fitted into a metal slot containing at least fourteen in his belt and maybe others else where. He looked towards Izzy giving a nod.'I have business here, so I guess there isn't any pleasantry's to be had, Maybe another time.' Without much movement a message may or may not reach the lady who had called him /robocop walking armory tin can/. [Salve, I suspect you are familiar with me or you'd not try engaging conversation] After a few moments his gaze turned back to Sarah looking her over for the first time and realizing shes in a dress. ~Never thought that'd happen~He thinks to himself as he recalls her favored line of work.'How many more are to come.'He speaks directly to Sarah.
Sarah was halfway through deciphering a particularly intricate kink in the timber when her name bounced off the nearest wall. When she located the source of the cry, her face split in a grin wide enough to swallow a mid-sized freighter. One of the women she recognised immediately, the same one that had delivered news of Aigis to her not too long ago. The second... Sarah frowned, her mind struggling to accept what her eyes were telling her.
"Aigis, Lyra! You came!" She tensed, ready to walk to them, when a third figure arrived at her table with a scraping thud.
"'Your the one who got your ship blown up not me." The man's accent was indistinct through the body armour, but it was next to impossible to mistake the juggernaut next to her. Before she could respond a woman, previously unnoticed by the rogue, moved up to question the armoured figure. Sarah briefly wondered if she should take a ticket. As they talked, Sarah waved over the two sisters standing at the opposite end of the bar. If it wasn't for the woman blocking her to the left, and the solid armoured block to her right, she would have hugged them. Yes, Sarah McFarlen was in a good mood indeed.
"How many more are to come?" It took a moment for it to click that that particular question was directed at her; focused as she was on counting the weapons hanging off the tank's belt. She gave up at twenty six, counting the belt itself. She self-consciously patted down her own waist, almost missing the weight of her pistol. Almost. She hadn't picked it up since the incident on Rochester, nor did she overtly intend to.
"You're really not into this subtlety thing, huh? A taunting smile graced the young engineer's face, laying bait, as always. In truth, she was glad her visitor was here.
At least no-one was noticing her dress anymore.
"Another two, I guess. Though I don't think Sorrin's coming, so make it one."
On the contrary, The armored Juggernaut of a tank was noticing the dress and his voice spoke confused with a mock of horror. 'You know, when a mechanic wears a dress I do believe that signals the start of the Apocalypse, you've contacted one of the right people, so who are these other for this Apocalyptic event for is there something less sinister a foot.' His voice got inquisitive towards the end. His gloves were clenced on one of the knives already, starting to draw it from his belt. holding it in his hand he started to play with the knife, something a mother never told him.
As he sat back patiently as he waited for an answer, music playing within his helmet how ever it never reached the outside of his helmet. his head bobbed in rhythm with it for a while but when something arose it shut off automatically. thoughts started to cross his mind as the AI Nephilim in his suit rambled on about the condition of the flag ship.
"Dont do that again." "But why not? It worked, didnt it..?" "I guess. Since we are here, we should at least say hello."
Aigis and Lyra stood up, making their way to quickly growing group of people in the middle of bar. At first sight there was certainly something odd about tho duo though one could hardly tell what.
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"Hello. Did somebody called Apocalypse..?" *sigh and facepalm*