Toledo Lounge

[BLACKSTALKER JC]

John entered the lounge and came to a dead stop.
He had come here to relax after an 8 hour shift patrolling
the area around Toledo, but when he entered the lounge
he felt as if something was wrong. He took a long look
around the lounge for a moment, then made his way to
a seat where he would have a unobstructed view of
the entire lounge. He knew something was off, and
He was determined to figure out what it was.

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"Though I fly through the valley of death, I shall fear no evil.
For I am 80,000 feet and climbing."
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[Osilon]

The woman noticed the new one come in almost instantly. He seemed...detatched, uncomfortable. She smiled to herself, knowing that she was a part of that feeling, though there were other works at play.

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

[Waratah]

From the back corner of the bar, Barnes, holding a pair of aces
and 3 Jacks, laid hes cards down and collected the pot. He looked up over the
top of his glasses and studied the weary Pilot.

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[Sprolf]

What could possibly be another part of that feeling the pilot felt was a man who just walked up from a corner of the bar to the bar itself. He was clearly a Coalition pilot, clad in their distinctive black greatcoat and dark, sharp uniform, but the greatcoat's insignia themselves were trimmed with a rather unknown blue colour, possibly indicating some status past his general grade as lieutenant. His face was narrow, drawn, almost unnaturally so, and it gave him the appearance of always looking around at people suspiciously - which was indeed what he usually did. A pair of narrow glasses were perched upon his nose, and from behind those windows, his grey eyes took in everything somewhat passively, it seemed, contradictory to his otherwise sharp looks. It seemed to belie control, or what he felt as control, of his situation and surroundings. It also gave anyone who looked at him for a bit rather cold feeling in their stomach, similar to what one gets when one attempts to beat a cat at a staring contest. A mean cat.

He spoke to the bartender in a low voice for a moment, passed him a clear bottle of something, labelled with a worn Coalition-emblazoned sticker, and returned to his seat with a pale green bottle of something else and two shot glasses, glancing about the room as he walked across it swiftly, sleek leather boots tap-tapping across the floor in an unwavering pace.

He placed the glasses and bottle on the table carefully, smiling at who he drank with - a rather rough looking Order agent, a navigator aboard a research frigate whose captain had some ties with the SCRA and its research.

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[BLACKSTALKER JC]

John gazed carfully around the bar, he glanced at the
coalition pilot for a moment, then decided it wasnt him
he had a bad feeling about. He continued looking
around, his gaze drifting across Barnes and a few
others until he was staring at a lonely corner of the bar.
His gaze lingered there as if he saw something.

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"Though I fly through the valley of death, I shall fear no evil.
For I am 80,000 feet and climbing."
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[Osilon]

The woman felt a small pang of exhaustion, and released the veil that altered perception, rendering her near-invisible. Annoyed, she pulled out a small silver cube with a heart scetched into the top, and placed it on the table. As soon as it left her hand it began to flicked with blue-green light.

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

[BLACKSTALKER JC]

John stared at the box emitting the blue-green light
with alot of interest. After considering it for a moment,
he decided it was worth investigating and got up. As
he walked over he considered what the light could
mean. When he arrived he said quietly: "Ok two
questions. What kind of personal cloaking system are
you using and whats with the box?"

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"Though I fly through the valley of death, I shall fear no evil.
For I am 80,000 feet and climbing."
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[Osilon]

:Personal cloaking system? You got it wrong. You'd have been able to see me if you were observant enough. I was just making you not -want- to see me:

She pulled the box towards herself.
:And my cube? not telling:

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

[BLACKSTALKER JC]

"First off I saw you before you disabled it. Secondly,"
He stares at her "You were making us not see you?
Either you are infected, which I find unlikely, or you
are not as human as you appear."

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"Though I fly through the valley of death, I shall fear no evil.
For I am 80,000 feet and climbing."
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[Osilon]

She grinned, and gave a cute wink.
:And what if i'm not? I'm not a human, and i'm not a nomad. What could i be:
She said, grinning at John from across the table.
She brought her arms above the table, and rested her chin in the palms of them, looking curiously at John with her sparkling blue eyes.

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