A Crossing Of Different Worlds

[Reeves]

By design.

Perhaps that was the best word to sum up the noble face and perfectly postured silhouette that had just slithered through the entrance. A living and breathing form cast as if from a single slab of marble.

Neon washed over the crude red flight-suit which gave him the aesthetic of a scrappy rebel pilot. But the cravat dipping through the partially unzipped collar suggested an appreciation for style that couldn't have been so proletariat. Not that a man with such a disposition could ever truly be one of the many, even if he bore their colours, and killed in their name.

A creature that ate its own kind instead.

And a guest that was thoroughly not appreciated by the locals. Particularly a table of Hogosha who spoke in their native tongues, no doubt in terse disapproval, but they were then shocked by the foreigner being capable of responding in the very same language. This brought the trio of up-jumped thugs out of their seats, with one reaching into his jacket, their surprise no doubt hardening into offense, and spite.

But a colossal form materialized between them. One of the bouncers who had no need of words to quiet this potential upset before it happened. Though it did nothing to alleviate the insult that was now unanswered. Faced with no other option and a bruised pride, that table of Hogosha opted to leave altogether.

The white haired xeno smirked at this, a sort of reaction that suggested that perhaps he had been hoping for an escalation, but was no less amused by this outcome. And had the freshly vacated table not been cluttered so terribly then he would have seated himself there and then.

Instead, he moved through the crowd and circled, vanishing in that mix of light and moving bodies before appearing again rather suddenly, likely from a blind spot, and in direct proximity to Carmen's booth.

With one deft motion his gun took up the vacang space on the table across from her knife. Perhaps accepting the challenge or simply impulsive by nature. It was a vicious looking block of steel. Positively ancient and inscribed with what looked to be an oath that was unfortunately upside down and too ornate to read from the present angle.

"May I?"

Polite. And with an effortless control over his voice that elevated the two worded request into an auditory spectacle - like syrup and poison.

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