Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard

[Jeremy Hunter]

Izzy lowered her voice.

"Red dress unknown. Guy in the white suit I can't tell. Drunk guy lookimg for a fight. Girl on the sofa-more of here to eat and drink."

Izzy downed some vodka.

"Otherwise...a regular bar crowd."

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May you ever walk in the Light, Shizune.

[Pyromaniac]

"Who wears a red dress to a bar anyway..." Emma muttered. "Okay so I'm sensing a high chance of a fight breaking out... could get interesting." She took another swig of beer.

"So what's new then? Haven't talked to you in so long and all."

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[Jeremy Hunter]

"Same ole same ole. My stepmom is still Navy, the love of my life I barely see and thus we both start screwing up a bit, my brother is still in a coma...and someone..." Izzy lowered her voice "...had the bright idea to give little Rika the command of a freakin' Hathor heavy gunboat. Pray to god she doesn't,stop by here-she could out-fight a ninja."

Izzy took a swig of her vodka.

"And you?"

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May you ever walk in the Light, Shizune.

[Commissar]

Where were they? Sarah frowned internally, it was unlike Jeff not to turn up. Knowing Chris he was probably behind her, as for Alice... Well. Alice had the most intriguing ability to be in places where it was most interesting for her to be. The Rogue made a mental note to pester her about it later. After all, it'd been months since she'd spoken to the A.I directly, the meeting arrangements aside. It had been longer still since she'd last seen Aigis, a fact that seemed etched under skin. She felt almost as if she had to watch out for her. Some parent she would've made.

The rough clatter of glass shattered her contemplation, a surprised McFarlen staring at the drink on her table in shock. She scanned the room, trying to locate the purchaser. Nearly everyone had their eyes on some form of PDA or another, save the knife-wielding woman and her compatriot, and the only other patron that seemed to share Sarah's dress sense on this occasion. A slight red tinge, a few shades short of the dress, entered her cheeks when she realised that the white-suited man was still looking at her. In her profession staring usually meant one of two things.

Neither was particularly polite.

The girl shrugged self-consciously, her lithe shoulders rising ever so slightly beneath the fabric. Still, it looked like he'd bought her something. Not that she had any intentions of drinking it. A few weeks amongst the Rogues was enough to put any sane individual off liquor for a long time. Sarah returned the man's gaze, touching her fingers to the brim of an invisible hat in a mock salute, before returning her gaze to a suddenly fascinating knot in the table.

For all the world, the Bretonian may as well have been absent.

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May you live in interesting times.
| Sarah McFarlen | Jane Hartman |

[jakub963]

"That went better than expected."
"It went exactly as i expected though. That is why -i- am in the defense force and -you- are a priest."

After the ship, borderworlds light fighter, the first thing that hit the deck was feet of a white haired woman, her knees and face following almost immediately after.

"They did warned you to not jump and from bigger height that is your own in the first week."

Shortly after, another person jumped from Scimitar's cockpit. Clothed in similar flight suit, though with black hair and a little more grace in her movement. For distant observer, maybe a sister...?

"Yes, they did. Help me stand up... Please..?"

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The duo made its way onto nearby bar. Walking side by side, they were like black and white, literally.
One had long white hair almost reaching ground while the other one's were black and cut short.
Ignoring the glares and smirks of some customers they took at seat at vacant table without looking around too much.

"Well, now we just need to find her. But how..."
"I have an idea."

[color=#FFFFFF]"Sarah! Sarah McFarlen!"

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[Pyromaniac]

Emma opened her mouth to reply when she was suddenly interupted by the loud shout. She resisted the urge to shout some form of "Shut up" only with far more words and far coarser language instead opting to mutter incoherently under her breath.

"They gave Rika a Hathor?" Emma repeated returning her focus to Izzy. "God help us all..." She took another sip of beer.

"As for me... well I've been flying all over the Omicrons looking for Julian Creed. How the hell can the best mercenary out there just disappear into thin air and no one has the slightest clue where he went?"

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[Jeremy Hunter]

"Easy. He's been thrown into a sun." Izzy chuckled.

Izzy looked over to the guy who shouted, resisting the urge to shout something snarky. She looked to Emma.

"Considering the fact she can make,AIs...and I,expect her to show up, since she's working around Liberty..." Izzy sighed. "Jeremy arranged it. Besides. Only Rika knows how to work the powercore correctly."

Izzy downed her vodka.

"Next round says red dress is McFarlen."

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May you ever walk in the Light, Shizune.

[Pyromaniac]

"I wouldn't take that bet on general principal." Emma replied. She sighed and took another swig of beer.

"But we've got some interesting people coming in... I'd say something important's about to happen."

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[Jeremy Hunter]

"Heh...true...and I agree. Though...got that Virage on standbye? In bars, anything can happen."

Izzy finishes her vodka and continues to flip her combat knife, leaning against the bar, drumming her fingers on the bar.

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May you ever walk in the Light, Shizune.

[Vogel]

At this point the entire fiasco was nothing short of an eye-candy fest. Since when in Hell did women congregate in bars in larger numbers than men? Go figure.

Anywho, somebody was shouting up a storm. Sarah McFarlen? Never heard of the broad.

'Till now.

The pilot leaned back and tried to act inconspicuous; so far so good. Maybe there'd be something interesting after all?