"Woah whoa wow! Now who exactly happens to be hoisting the subject of untoward manipulation into our rhetoric, eh cheri? My dear, I'm hardly Lucifer."Achille grimaced, glaring down at the offenders with all the superciliousness his back could muster.
"Now, Generic Order Pilot, I merely took the liberty of asking a certain somebody exactly what pursuit brought them up to roost here; that hardly constitutes a "rude interruption", even on this barbaric broadside of the Barrier." Achille hastened, noting quickly the pistol at his waist."...My dear, allied compatriot; I'm not poking you in the eye, and well... As for pointing a projectile weapon at my person, namely the none-aggressive, perfectly impartial Zoner persona I embody... Well, it's hardly becoming of a guest; threatening the host..."
He backtracked, the tension palpable."Putain de la merde; apologies for opening my freaki<censored>ng mouth".He thought silently, staring into the hostiles faces of his counterparts.
Ever the showman; Achille unexpectedly clapped, shattering the ice with a smile like a whiplash.
"So, I can see you two are getting along... fine... together. Enlighten me; please... there is anything I can offer the two of you to... sate your intrests, a drink, perhaps?" He glanced neutrally at Susan.
"...We have quite the selection".
THE SYNDIC LEAGUES
(A co-operative of Rheinland's outlawed trade unions, determined to take the underworld for themselves.)
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