Aqua looked over, finally seeing Vixen. She took her drink and sat down by her. She brushed a lock of blue-colored hair from her eyes.
"Vixen. Nice to see you again. Though, maybe this wouldnt be if Hale and his Navy hadnt almost captured Paladin and the Ghost Eye..." Aqua waved the bartender over. "Drinks on me. And Paladin's actual name is Roxas so ya know. The brother of Jeremy Hunter." Aqua waited for a response from Vixen. She then saw the blood. "Holy crap Vixen! You're bleeding! WHat the hell happened after we left you in Kansas?"
Vixen looked to Aqua...her eyes were a cold, shadowy blue, unusual to her, as her eyes usually shone with yellow...
She looked up at Aqua, and smiled, a smile that betrayed something non-sane.
"I left K-kansas...just as...i was...was asked..."
She giggled slightly.
"But i went back! It was just too interesting..."
She sat forward, looking at Aqua with cold eyes, and whispered, in a deathly quiet voice...
"Do you want to know...know what i found?"
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Vixen leaned forward.
"I found...a nomad base...and...music...so much music..."
Vixen shivered, looking down at the table, her arms rigid.
"It...burns..."
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
The sound seemed to do something to Vixen, snap her back to reality. She blinked, her eyes a shade of light blue, and stood from the table, shaking. Using the table to hold her weight, she looked at Aqua, looked through Aqua..."I should...i should go...i..."
She slipped, and fell back on her seat. Pulling herself up, she began to sway towards the door, obviously hurt and delirious.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
A order-uniformed man entered bar, his bright green eyes looked upon local guests. He saw few known faces.
-Jeremy, Goldman come over here.
Golanski looked into his pocket, he took his credit card and ordered few drinks.
-That's on my account. Let's drink something guys.
Another Order-unifromed man walked into a Bar. He made his way from one table to another towards the bar, waving a bottle in one hand and his helmet in the other, shouting konichiwa, arigato and other random wannabe-Kusarian phrases. After missing the bar stool and splitting his lip, he finally made it. He leaned on his elbow, and bought a round for the bystanders. "For Blood Dragons, Sake, eternal alliance and kusarian women!" After chugging yet another glass, his eyes turned white and he dozed off on the floor. The ensigns looked at each other, grabbed him and dragged him outta there.