Den of the damned

[Osilon]

From a dark door to the right of the bar, a strange woman comes out. She wore a black trenchcoat and a mask that covered her mouth and head, but still showed her eyes. As she sat at the bar, no body noticed, but the mask seemed to simply disappear from her face.

The barmaid walked up to her and asked, "Anything to drink?"
After a few moments, the woman shook her head, and sat there hunched over.

After a good 15 minutes, a man walked through the door holding a large pistol. Aiming at the woman, he spoke, with a voice that pervaded with malace and fear. "You die now, monster!" He yelled.

Firing several bolts at the woman, he ran towards the stool where she sat. He never reached his target.
When the first bolt was fired, the woman seemed to become like quicksilver, backflipping and avoiding the next four bolts. The last bolt hit her square in the chest, where it left a hole. The edge of the hole became silver, like liquid metal, and then reformed almost instantly. Reaching forward from across the bar, her arm turned that same quicksilver color, stretching at the speed of a spear to strike through the mans chest and pin him to the wall.

As he died, the silver seemed to stretch over his entire body. then, the arm stretched back into its normal shape and form, leaving nothing, not even bones, where the man was.

The woman then spoke in a doubled-up mechanical voice:

:The very fact you still exist was illogical. But now you are dead. And fueling this drone:

Walking back to the bar, she spoke to the bartender, :Actually, if you don't mind, do you have any cake?:

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A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.