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Autumn was sitting on a chair, sitting next to Chastia.

He held onto his family

"Can we stay and play pool?"
"No."
"Can we play hide and seek under the tables?"
"No."
"Can we say hello to everyone?"
"No."

Ironjaw had his son on his back, a cigarette in his mouth and a tired look on his face.
"Look, Daddy's just goin' to get a drink and leave, okay?" Ironjaw said calmly.
Oscuro whined, "But that's no funnnn!" He frowned.

"I'm sorry, look, I'll buy you some new hotwheel cars for your collection tomorrow to make up for it. Sound good?"

Oscuro gasped, "Okay! Sounds good!"

Ironjaw approached the counter, "Bartender, I'll have a beer."
"And if you've got anything non-alcoholic, I guess I'll take that too for my son."

Oscuro waved, then gently wrapped his arms around his father's neck. "Hi bartender!"

Ironjaw reached in his pocket, his other hand making sure Oscuro didn't slide off his back. He placed some crumpled cash onto the counter with a few quarters and dimes.

Natasha slides into a booth to relax, leaning against the interior wall, sitting with her feet out in front of her. She was engrossed in her tablet.

"Alright, so we've established that the paint can is alive. Now what?"

Autumn looked at them all, hands together, fingers lightly interlocked with each other. She seemed somewhat in thought, mostly not, but who knew really what she was exactly doing? She looked right at Ironjaw, tilting her head. She seemed slightly interested in this person, beyond any expectations of what she truly found certainly interesting, she doesn't know what happens when she truly does. She tilted her head, calmly calculating this new person in the bar like a suspect waiting for a trial. She knew many things about this pitiful world, but she really seemed interested in this new person that she certainly doesn't remember seeing before in her life. She smiled softly, showing a little of her looking iron-sharp razor teeth, just a glimpse. She was not human nor immortal like a god or anything. She was an Anomaly, not that enthralling, but she would be interesting and fascinating enough if you truly figured her out. She grinned with somewhat malice before she blinked and her eyes and face turned normal, the smile fading into thin line across her mouth, uninterested as she turned her head down and continued to read the fascinating long white book in her hand that she currently liked to read on her free time, the time that she does really have currently not at duty.

"How is......a paint can alive?"

Who even threw the Paint can here anyway?

"I mean like, who would?" She pointed to Huey, the paint can, when Ragna asked who did it.

Kumatora gasped and stood up, "Aw cool! See I told you the fever was just a PSI ability awakening!"
Lucas smiled, "Well.. That's great. I'm glad my fever's gone."
Duster grinned, finishing what he was eating.

Autumn blinked and eyed Lucas. She tilted her head, interested in this person, like how she found everyone interesting. She was very curious. She looked back down at her book, interest gone in seconds.

"Life is umm--" Autumn began.
"No." Chastia eyed her calmly.
Autumn, the Assassin, pouted, looking right at Chastia, who was a knight, known for killing Assassins.
Chastia eyed her.
Autumn sighed, slouching over her chair.

"We don't know that, either." He turned back to Captain Aphael. "We also don't know what colour of paint it is."

"Um...does it really matter?"

Autumn shrugged, sitting there, looking down at her book.

"Yes, because my chapter has recently received some new gear, and by some oversight, it was not painted in our colours."

"So, you're telling me this random paint just came into the bar?" Alice tilted her head.

"Yes. I hope it's white or blue paint, as I need those."

"I saw it was yellow- For some reason." She blinked, looking at him, then sighing, looking back down at her book.