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*jokes walks in with a flower*
Right, what's going on here?

Korby just proceeds to roll across the floor, like a ball. If it suits boredom, i guess it does.

*watches Korby*
"Nothing, it would appear"

"Poyo poyo." ("Yup, nothing.")

*jokes pulls a book out of his tail*
I suppose I could read while I wait

Rebecca Kool-Aid Mans herself through a wall, and spins around to start firing shotguns at some unseen assailant. "Can't you $!#% off?!" Bang, bang. Loud blasts, each underpinned with a soft pinging sound as casings hit the floor and bounce a few times. Eventually, whoever was going after her either runs away or. ^Well-- And Rebecca drops her weapons on the ground, before falling back in a heap.

"... this is a bar, right?"

Korby then stared at Rebecca, as they got totally nothing to say. (which is obviously true.) So, they grabbed a piece of paper, wrote the word: Yes on it. And then they handed it to her and went back to what they were doing. Rolling in the middle of the floor.

*jokes closes a book angrily*
"Disgraceful" he muttered

Huff-- "Why're there a bunch of..." More deep breathing. "Little green things..." Slowly, with shaking legs, Becca gets to her feet, before stamping over to a barstool. She left her guns unattended but, hey, ya know what they say--

The first rule of firearm safety is to have fun.

"Umm, miss lady?" Fumizuki pokes Rebecca. "You left your guns behind."

"Oh, uh... have fun, kid. Have fun with 'em--"

"Huh? I already have weapons though." She gestures to the single barrelled 120mm naval gun hanging from a strap around her shoulder, and the Type 93 torpedos nestled into launchers sticking out of her backpack.

Becca's eyes go wide. "Hot DAMN, choomba! Where did you even find that stuff?"

"It's part of me. I'm a Mutsuki class destroyer."

Her lips purse, and she quirks a brow. That's... that just sounded like some crazy implants that a borderline Cyber-psycho would have.

"My name is Fumizuki."

The young demon walked into the bar, mumbling every swear word in the book. It seemed he was pissed off at the moment.

"... I'm not telling my name. You could trace me or somethin'--" She points an accusing, giant mechanical finger

The demon peered at the two girls, then sat down at a table, resting his arms on it, watching them from the table.

"Huh? I don't trace things. Like my sisters, I specialize in long-range transport and escort missions."