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"Sweetheart, I am no bird, I can end you with one swipe, literally." Adelia teasingly raises her scythe, the blade glowing blue.

"Oh wow! Look at your enhancements!! Your tech is so cool!!! Who is your modder?!?!"

"Eh? Modder? What's a mod...? Is it like, a Finnish thing? I've never heard of them..."

"AH you're a T-doll right, I love this day, I'm so much cool tech. Sorry, a mod is as in a Modifier, someone who specializes in installing cybernetic enhancements and the lot."

Missy gives a dark glare to the archangel. "Try. Me. That scythe won't get past my armor no matter how much magic you put behind it Angelcakes." she practically growls before her attention is snapped over to a new face.

...this new face earned a smile and a slightly crazed giggle. "Oh? Long story...as of now nobody touches my Tech but me." she says defensively, obviously her story on her Tech was not only long but something she was uncomfortable talking about.

Funny how she was still so relaxed and seemingly uncaring of the possible threat to herself.

"All these threats you make, the means to follow them through, the reason and yet you don't use them? Do you even have the will?" He says folding his arms with a disappointed look on his face.

Missy rolled her eyes again. "I'm sorry you're under the impression I was making threats but I'm not~" she says, practically singing before she turns to the guy and grins. "...If I were making threats you'd know it, there would be blood." she adds, still grinning. Obviously she was a little on the crazy side.

His gaze turned into one of blankness and turned his head directly to her.

"Be careful, for all you know that blood could be yours..."

"L-Lexi, no please, Mi-Miss Lexi-"

That panicked and high-pitched chiding was the only warning before the sound of a bullet echoed through the area, crossing between the faces of the two bickerers and hitting a poster on a nearby wall dead on.

"A-whoops, my finger slipped~" Another voice crooned from nearby as the sources of the two voices made themselves known in the corner, sitting at a table: a young girl with a rather large witch's hat sitting lopsided on her head for the moment and a short, dark skinned woman with a wild punk cut and two distinct scars on her arms. The former was perched on the table, one hand lowering shakily as she begins to calculate the damage of what her friend had just done. The latter was still holding the source of the bullet in her right hand: a vintage style gun laced with gold trim and a mahogany handle, the barrel still painting the air with fresh smoke. The other hand was tucked around her bound chest, yet her body screamed that she was ready for anything, giving the two cursory glances over a grit-toothed click of a smirk.

"Pfft... I ain't even gonna front. Nah, it didn't. Look," the scarred female started as she kept her gun held steady, cocking it in preparation for another shot, "I ain't even in th' mood for none o' y'alls BS t'night. Either one o' y'all start puttin' up or shuttin' up! Girlie here'd pref'r y'all t' shaddup and sit right back on down."

With that mention, she nodded her head to the side toward the hatted girl, who could only give a meek "meep" at the mention of her in general right now. "Me on the other hand? I wanna brawl, get some blood on my hands. Gonna humor me, or gonna get th' @&$% outta my sight?"

After a moment, the girl next to her finally found her courage and started to speak up. "Mi-Miss Lexi, that was uncalled for!" She snipped while slapping a knuckled hand down on the table in exasperation. Clearing her throat quietly, she adjusted her hat and turned her attention to the two (or maybe even many) people that her companion had most likely riled up with her action. "Uh... Please. D-don't mind her. She's just had a, a very rough day, and isn't in the mood for, i-in the mood for... S-she's not, uh, happy w-with much of anything right now... So, so, uh... C-can we move on from this? R-restart maybe? P-pretty please?"

She placed her free hand against her chest in a pleading position while maintaining her propped up stance at the table, large eyes hopeful but also terrified of the position her friend has placed them both in with her recklessness. Maybe they'll let it go and move on with the game? Maybe not. Who knows, but the woman's impression was made clear when she shot that bullet: she wanted to hit one of them, but only held back because of the tall ingenue next to her.

"Pretty woman, furious fists, man...What more could anyone want?" Of course, he was going a wee bit over his head, but, hey, who wouldn't be? "Hey, uh, someone mind shuttin' my writer up?"

"And how are you going to get through my shields in turn? Magic is more versatile than some posturing, braggart barbarians seem to think." His voice shows nothing but utter contempt, returning it in kind for one who holds magic in such little regard.

His head whips around to see the source of the loud sound, scowling a moment later. "There are better ways of denoting one's displeasure than making threats with a weapon. I assume most people here at least make a pretense of being civilized, yes?" He pauses for a moment, as if waiting to see if anyone might have an interjection or objection, before continuing. "Settling disputes with words is generally more preferable to unnecessary bloodshed, anyway; it is wasteful to settle all disputes on the battlefield." The attitude toward diplomacy rather than arrogance that sees conflict as the only resolution might surprise a few of those who have already interacted with him here.

He glances also at the one who made the newest interjection. "What do you mean, your writer?" he asks, not afraid to show confusion in that moment.

Korra yawns a little at all the bickering and sticks her pinkie inside her ear. "Limiting yourself to one kind of fighting style is just handicapping yourself. Humanity has limitless potential, its counterproductive to just stick to just the one thing. Specialization is for insects, ever heard of that one?"

"That said, if no one's going to take Lexi on that challenge I'll totally brawl her. I could use the work out." The Avatar cracked her neck in anticipation of finally getting to fight someone.

Samson waves a hand and sighs, dismissing the comment about specializations without bothering to acknowledge it. "If you must engage in combat, feel free, I am not inclined to." His arrogance might remind her a tad of the Earth Queen before she had been deposed by the Red Lotus, though he would probably not seem to be quite so out of touch with reality as that aged monarch had been, considering how he has expressed curiosity about many of the things he has seen in the here and now. Perhaps more like the heir she and her cohorts had sought to place back on that throne later, albeit much less naive.

He also sits up, watching to see if they do indeed engage in some sort of fisticuffs, curious to see if they display any unique abilities in the match.

Lightning scoffed at all of this pointless bickering, rolling her eyes at the scene before her. "How immature." She chimed in, then proceeded to climb up a nearby sakura tree, dangling her legs over a thick branch. She pulled out a certain knife, the knife that her sister had given her on her twenty-first birthday long ago, sharpening it readily. This girl is always on edge, always cautious and mentally prepared for any battle that awaits her.

Missy laughs at him. "I'm not afraid to bleed a little, helps me remember I'm not completely machine..." she says with a shrug, the tech that usually covered her eyes now slid back into place. The other voice in her head came back for a moment, warning her to be more careful and she got noticeably quieter.

"Now see, I like you. Sorta. Heh..." Missy said with a grin. "I can think of 3 ways to get past magic shielding...starting with the fact that the alien tech in my head made me part said alien...my race is the Vasmortem and we are mana consumers, I'll eat at your shields until they're weak enough to break through." she pointed at the mage. Her race, the Vasmortem...they were far superior to humans but she had the best of both worlds. She was human too.

Ok the mention of a brawl she perks up. "I don't fight unless I have to now, else I would've jumped in myself...I'll watch though!" she says, hoping someone would start betting sides...

"Oh thats too bad, I could use one in between mines visits, for basic tune-ups you know? Or repairs after fighting.

"And while you're focused on my shields I'm using other magic to throw physical objects at you that are not made of mana--not to mention all the other guards and court mages in the area that attacking me would piss off. Please tell me you aren't as foolish as you sound, we know how to deal with antimagic effects, considering that's how the empire's biggest enemy operates." He snorts in amusement, though Mesolda catches his attention next.

"Interesting, a woman made of metal."

"Cute. Projectiles are pointless, my shields have deflected modified RPG rounds so I doubt a chair or something is worth the effort. And your guards aren't my focus but if they're smart they'll buzz off...I never said I'd attack you though so I can't see why your so defensive." Missy says snarkily. She had half the urge to stick her tongue out at him...so she did. "...bleh"

At the comment of being made of metal Missy bristled angry, her shields flashed into view for a moment before fading away. "I am not made of metal you idiot, yes, I have Vasmortem Tympus Silver parts in me but I am not completely robot!" she barks harshly, her fists balled tight at her sides.

"Hey, come on, don't bring bodyguards into this, prince guy. It's supposed to be just a spar, right?"

"If ya want I'll take you on too and show you why overspecialization is bad for fighting. We'll leave it at first blood. Waddaya say?" Korra flashes a disarming grin even though she's technically threatening royalty. All in a day's work for the Avatar, really.

Meanwhile she chuckles as Melissa raspberries Samson. "Heh, classic."