As the young man kept his eye ajar slightly as he did he saw that 'Razor' was distracted by what ever was going on in the bar he decided to slip out a pen and scribe on it writing a few words before throwing the pen away, his movements would be swift and unheard as a faint Royal blue glow can be seen under the cloths as they tightened to his movements, having the little not in his palm he took of a thin strip before starting to walk normally and slapping the note firmly on his head reading. 'Its not polite to stare you moron.'
He would walk off with his feet bare feet making no noise as he yawns scratching his head slightly looking at the cooled drinks where the ice was. going over to the bartender he would talk with him a bit asking him for ice in a cup him seeming a bit confused but does so as the young man puts down a credit stick worth about ten credits not having really cared about the amount he gave as he took the glass and returns to his seat.
blowing on the ice cubes in it they would start to melt when they were so enough he takes some of the liquid in his mouth then sets it back down returning to his own little world but staying vigilent to the feeling he got when people watched him
After the kid left Razor smiled at him sighted and said to him self "That young man right there is trouble." he looked at ace and called him over, and said "Here's some credits for a drink im going back to Liberty for a while don't worry we will see a lot of each other soon, and let me know what the Commander thinks of my offer. Oh and i think that kid is troublesome keep an eye on him."
A ragged man in a brown leather coat walks down the entry ramp into the subterranean bar, absent-mindedly flipping open and closed a tarnished antique pocket watch. His face was worn with the stress that saps the vitality from those who experience it, and his appearance was a disturbing uncertainty between youth and age. He stops at the base of the slope and the bar quiets a little as various patrons turn to see the newcomer.
He pockets the watch and looks up, scanning the bar with a tired gaze.
The strange, hooded figure takes her coffee with gloved hands, and, taking a sip, feels warmth flourish through her. She shivers, letting out what sounds like a light pur.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
The young man would turn his attention to Ace fox who was not watching him, he sighs slightly almost angrily as he calls over the bar to him."Do I need to write the same note to you and pin it to your fore head too then?"He would then sink back into his seat hoping they would leave him to his thoughts and music.
The hooded woman looked over, slightly, towards the young one. He speaks like one of power, and yet...
Then she looked towards Ace, and raised an eyebrow at the cube he held. What a curious object...
with that, the woman became entrigued, and watched the cube, while STILL not revealing her face.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
*Bret and his crew walk into the bar* Bret: All right you guys....we're here for a few drinks.....pick up our loads and go...and miki...just stay quiet, ohkay? Jenson: Aye sir.... Miki: Yesh captin. * The four of them take a seat at the front of the bar.....People look on at the group as they walk past*
Bartender: A freak, a rhienlander, a kusari, and a kid......Look pal...This isn't a comedy club and I'm not too fond of narrow eyes here.....And why on Leeds would you bring a kid to a place like this?
Bret: Look...we just came for a few drinks and we're gone.... Bartender: I'll just pretend that this never happened....What'll yah have? Jenson: I'll have a glass of New Berliner Weisse mit Schuss, no lemon....If you have it.... Ilo: I'll just have some water.....I'm not a fan of non-kusari drinks.... Bret: If you have some vodka, I'll take a doubleshot of it with some Liberty cola if you got some... Bartender: And the kid I'm assuming something non-alcoholic right? Bret: Anything is good... *Bartender starts mixing drinks* Ilo: Sir....for the record.....coming here was a bad idea.... Bret: Noted....
-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005
The leather-laden man scoffed incredulously and the deafening silence of the assembly before continuing his stride down the ramp just as a quartet of silhouettes stalked the entryway behind him. He produced the watch from his pocket and began idly flipping again as he made his way to an outdated and musty communications terminal whose cousins frequently haunted poorer districts of the planet.
The old terminal groaned in protest as its age-old components stirred to life after even the owner's best guess of time passed. He inputted a destination for the frequencies to stumble to and waited for the dim blue screen to come to life. Quickly enough, "Connecting" was replaced with the face of a fairly young man.
"Liam! It's been a long-"
"Audio."
The man's image disappeared and was replaced by a spectrogram of his voice.
"Well I guess this isn't a courtesy call."
"I need a favor, Jay."
"And I owe you a few from Harris. How much is it? Ten?"
"Why do ye think I need money?"
"You're asking a favor from me, living in my suite atop Manhattan's tallest spire, surrounded by women, exotic creatures, and wine. What else could you need?"
"I need somebody taken care of."
"Well, you know I'm out of the business, old sport."
"Well then ye have to have someone. A friend or two."
"I have many someones, Liam, and in any case, this conversation leads back to my money. So I'll ask again; how much do you need?"
The man looks over his shoulder to make sure nobody is within earshot, spying a Northerner at the bar while he does.
"Twenty."
"Consider it done. I'll wire it to you immediately; just don't tell me what it's for. I'm sure I don't want to know."
"Thanks, Jay."
"Of course. And pay me a visit sometime, won't you? You can only play so much puppet master with an army of thralls wanting your money before you seek the company of an old friend. And bring that girl of yours! She was lovely."
The leather clad man disconnected the connection and moseyed over to the bar where he saw that damned Kusari.
Razor comes back to Leeds and heads to that Bar "The Patriot" he walks inside looks around and sees a Kusarian and says to him self "What the?" He walks over to the table that he was sitting at when he was here last time, he calls the bartender and says "Bretonian Scotch" the waiter replies "Coming right up." he looks around and sees new faces of the Bretonian Citizens Army, gives them all a good look and his drink arrives, he takes a sip and takes out a gadget and tinkers with it.
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