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"A living program in a computer? I encountered something similar once."

The vocal synthesizer software suddenly crashed, causing the boy to fall to the bottom of the screen, landing on his back onto the taskbar. "stupid VOCALOID [#1 software].." He grumbled in the mangled voice again, sitting up, still holding the cursor. The question remained unanswered, however. And would most likely not be answered unless this boy wanted to.

Seems as though the tension has increased in here, he thought to himself as his cheeks reddened a bit the wine finally having some sort of effect on him. Looking over he watched in silence as a few people surrounded the computer. Hm? This doesn't look good he thought too himself.

He was standing and watching everything and everyone else

Montrier was on the look-out for magic-users he could recruit to storm his kingdom. As a prince, he was furious at all that had happened and how those people took over his kingdom - his country - thinking he was dead. Everyone thought he was dead, but he came to places like this to blend in. For what everyone else knew, his name was Milan Santini, a casual merchant and goldsmith whose face was often covered by a mask or high-collared clothing. He entered the bar, his light brown eyes scanning the area as the door closed behind him.

What Montrier didn't know was that Azumi waddled behind him. There was no explanation as to how the fox spirit even followed him all the way to the bar. Azumi herself was oblivious, all she knew was that she wanted to make a new friend. Gently, she tugged on Montrier's arm like a little child and went in front of him.

"Hello, dear friend!" Azumi squealed in glee "Welcome to Trixie's bar! The most wonderful place in the physical plane! I am Azumi, a divine kitsune! What brings you to this bar, dear?"

Montrier flinched at the sudden voice, his eyes snapping to the kitsune, not understanding why she was even interacting with him - but he often forgot that these people didn't know who he was - emphasis on was, as his life had been ripped out from under him. He listened to what Azumi said, at a lack for words because he was never very good at introductions. But he had to put on a performance here as Milan. He couldn't give away his identity, meaning that he had to fake kindness to blend in and not be suspicious. He forced a smile, but it was hidden behind his mask and his eyes were still calm, maybe even a bit stubborn and antisocial.

"Just... scoping people out," he said, and he wasn't lying, he just didn't tell the whole truth. "Figured a place like this would be perfect."

Joli shyly opened the door of the bar, looking inside, hesitant to enter.
He tilted his head softly and slowly, his eyes batting gently. Joli then stepped inside, his hands pulled to his chest anxiously.

March straight to the manager, look 'em straight in the eye, lay it on the line, and..
..and Joli can't do this!!

Joli stepped back and then was getting ready to leave, lacking confidence.

Alethea entered the bar with a purposeful stride, her gaze briefly meeting Joli’s before she took a seat at the counter. She ordered a glass of wine with a practiced ease. As she settled in, she offered a respectful nod to Azumi and a polite acknowledgment to the other man, though her attention remained focused on her drink.

Azumi quickly saw Joli enter and then leave so soon. Why would someone leave this wonderful bar so readily for no reason. So, the fox spirit called out "Hello! Do you want to join our conversation?"

She then turned back to Montrier. She was not yet aware of his true intentions. Whatever they were, as long as they were not full of ill intent, she would be fine with it.

"Scoping people out?" Azumi tilted her head adorably "For what purpose, might I ask?

Joli stepped out of Alethea's way, even if he wasn't actually in her way, he just kind of felt like he was.

The reason was Joli was here, is because he wanted a part-time job here. But he was feeling a bit anxious to ask for it.

Joli decided not to leave, he walked back into the bar, hesitating again.
He walked further inside, only to trip over his own feet and fell to the floor.

'Great, I'm causing a scene!' Joli thought, panicking. He scrambled up, sitting on his knees, dusting some loose floor dirt off his hair.

That's when he heard Azumi call to him. "Huh?" Joli held his up, glancing around for whoever spoke, then noticed Azumi. He pointed at himself with a soft, confused frown, as if asking 'Me?'

Montrier's eyes narrowed as she continued to ask him questions. He couldn't give everything away, so he had to find another lie to tell to keep his identity a secret - because, as mentioned, everyone believed that he was dead. He only narrowly escaped death, but he started his new life elsewhere all with the evil intent of taking over his kingdom even if it meant a slaughter. He cleared his throat a bit, looking forward instead of at Azumi.

"Personal reasons," he replied after a moment of thought. "I have something I need to get done. I need recruits to do so."

As a seasoned mercenary, Alethea’s ears were finely tuned to the murmur of conversations around her. She listened intently, her interest piqued by any talk that might hint at opportunities for her services. The prospect of earning gold always intrigued her, and she was keen to gather any useful information that could lead to a profitable venture.

"Welcome to Trixie's, son"

"Recruits? It sounds like more than just some work. What type of work are you looking to get done?"

Theo groans. "Dammit, I'm hallucinating hearing that song again." He then does a double take. "Wait, it just stopped."

"What song?" He set a parfait in front of Theo

"That one by that pretentious British band."

"That song is okay, but after hearing it 28,000 times, it gets tiresome to say the least. I also think it's something about the king of France during the French Revolution"

He sat at the bar in silence with his head resting upon his folded arms on the bar his red flushed cheeks and half closed eyes showing signs of his inebriation. His ears caught wind of the happenings with so many arrivals.