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Vickie noticed the sleeping armored hero and put a blanket on him.

She tilts her head, wondering if Theo would make her a suit,.

Under his helmet, he was drooling whilst being in a good, deep sleep. For once, the happy-go-lucky Avenger was quiet and, praise God, not pestering Theo or pranking anyone. He was so out of it, he didn't know there was a blanket over him.

If they were Tex Avery cartoons, Andrew would be Screwy Squirrel and Theo would be Droopy. That's an inaccurate description of them, as they seemed more like the great comedy duos like Craig and Smokey, or John Candy and Steve Martin. The silly goofball and the straight man.

Theo didn't take any Sugar Honey Iced Tea, and Andrew liked to play around.

"So many questions," he said quietly in a partially annoyed tone of voice. "If I told you what type of magic I'm looking for, I'd be telling you everything that I'm keeping a secret for a reason. Let's just say I'm not from anywhere near this place and I need to find people to help me take down some 'big bad guy' as you might call it."

"Yeah, Sir, you're sabotaging yourself with that one. You won't find the people you need, nor will they seek you out with, A, that damn attitude, jeez you seem rude and uptight, what are you, a king? And 2, without saying what exactly you want. Say you want a fire user, but just say 'Magic' user, a lightning magic user is gonna show up. See what I mean?"

"Okay, you obviously don't know who I am, but if you're looking for help, maybe try being straightforward. A closed mouth can't get fed. That big guy over in the corner" he gestured to the 7'9" Drael. He's capable of punching planets out of orbit. That massive sword he has in his lap weighs as much as a neutron star. We are both members of Fate's Circle. Now if you'd try not being such an <a-word>hole, maybe.....just MAYBE we'd be sympathetic to your plight. I am also well versed in magic, swordfighting, and technopathy"

His voice was harsh and chastising.

Charlie sighs. "I already tried to tell him this, and that Fumiko girl just did as well. It's like his isn't listening. How sad."

"I won't help someone so rude towards one of my brothers. My answer is no, I refuse to help."

Fumiko snickers to herself. "I warned youuuuu~"

"I never came here for any of you," Montrier replied, waving them off. "I'll have you know I already have a good group of people. Nothing wrong with scoping out new opportunities, but I'm not going to waste my time listening to you act as if this is some kind of f-ing joke. Oh, I'm not listening to you? Because I never asked for your two cents. I've had my victories and they'll only continue so long as I do this strategically, as I've been planning it for years. But if you must know, I need to take back my kingdom because some b**tards just stole it from me."

Fumiko walks up to him, standing into front of him before punching him right in the nose with beyond human strength. "Jeez, you really are a rude jackass aren't you? You were just incredibly rude to someone who was honestly trying to help you, then rude to people who had given you advice. Honestly, if you're this rude, you must not have been a very good king. If you want help, then you need to be open to people giving advice and offering help, not berating them or turning them down in a rude fashion because you don't like what they have to say. That marks a rather poor king."

A lone scotch glass filled with shochu sat on the bar counter. It was decorated with a unlit sparkler. The sparkler sparked all of the sudden and bizarrely started to stir the drink on its own. Gunsmoke suddenly filled up the bar.

When the smoke quickly cleared, Shochu was sitting on the bar counter. He briefly coughed then spoke, "Too much smoke?"

"Trust that I don't give a d*mn about how I make people feel. As for my kingship, my country was thriving under my father and I. Now it's been taken over by some soft-spoken 'royals' who don't even deserve the throne. They don't know how to rule. All they can do is go around and feel bad about other people that mean nothing," Montrier hissed, covering his nose which was bleeding and probably broken. "Besides, I don't take advice from people who don't know what it's like to rule over an entire country. I didn't come here for suggestions or help - I came here to find what I needed but it seems all that any of you are is annoying pests trying to act like they know better than me when you don't. Piss off."

With that, the prince stormed out of the bar.

"No fighting-" It seemed that Azumi was too late. The conflict had resolved itself. She then waddled to a booth and sat down to play Warframe on the nintendo switch.

Fumiko has to hold herself back from giving the arrogant false prince who seems to deserve the throne even less the beating he so clearly deserves.

Joli is carrying a small stack of dirty dishes, he hummed a song as he did so.

Joli however lost his balance briefly and one of the plates slipped off and fell, breaking on the floor. "Oh!" Joli gasped, fumbling with the other dishes and almost dropping those too. "I'm sorry! I can clean it up! Just give me a minute to bring these other dishes to the dish room, uhm!" Joli glanced around frantically, before quickly fleeing into the dish room.

((AZUMI PLAYS WARFRAME?! WHAT A COOL FOX!!!!!!!!!!!!))


Fumiko Hears the Warframe startup music and with another burst of inhuman speed appears next to Azumi. "Is that warframe? Do you play as well? That's awesome! We can do missions together!" She has a massive grin on her face, acting like a child despite being a 22 year old woman.

"Aww, my man. I missed my chance on getting a Master Attendant," the spirit sighed. Shochu grabbed the same glass of booze he appeared out of and drank it.

Alethea is shocked when Shochu appears out of her glass of booz and drinks it. "Malaka! That was mine!" She glares at him, then orders herself another drink.

(lol, sorry, Jaws, I saw an opportunity and took it. )

((As long as her son, Ren, plays any game, she'll play it was well ))

Azumi smiled widely before saying "Yes, dear! I play warframe! I am currently in the process of acquiring the Jade and Dante Warframes! It has been some time since I last played mind you, so I may be a bit rusty!"

"In fact, my son has been 3D-printing his 'fashion frames' as the gaming community calls it! He recently printed his Excalibur Umbra as a miniature and, might I add, it is quite amazing!"