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Claude nodded and added ice before pouring the cognac in the glass. She slid over to the penguin then prepared some warm milk with honey for the twins. "Here ya go. Drink up."

Ciel took both glasses of warm milk and honey, then handed one of them to Sirius.

Ciel then used his free hand to put the pences on the counter, and Sirius used his free hand to set the button on the counter.

"Thank you, miss!" They both said at almost the exact same time, then wandered off, being careful not to spill the warm milk.

Messinius is talking with Titus, as the White Consuls are a successor chapter of the Ultramarines, and while the White Consuls were rarely in the company of their progenitors due to them being the furthest from Ultramar, they were still welcomed as brethren of the former XIII Legion.

In a tall glass of ice, Claude adds 1 oz of black cherry syrup, 5 oz of tequila, 5 oz of white rum, and 5 oz of vodka. She cracks open a can of white Monster and pours 4 oz of it into the glass. Claude adds 5 drops of Peychaud's bitters. The drink was gradient; dark purple at the bottom, light purple in the middle, and red at the top. She garnished with a hollowed out lemon then filled with rum 151.

Claude took her lighter and lit up the liquor in the lemon, causing a small fire. "Free drink to try!"

Gekiyaku can be seen outside the bar, riding on a giant mech made of 4 billion spinda.

Azumi is building a mech. A mecha model kit of the Gundam Calibarn specifically.

"Heh", she smiled like a gremlin "Cool robot..."

Jooters looks on in amazement at the two mechs before him.
"WOOAAAAHHH!! BIG ROBOTS!!"

"Guess it's something you haven't seen much of, eh kid?"

"Tops, we're no roobots. We're organisms."

"Technically we're autonomous robotic lifeforms. I've been doing research on it because I figured that there's a lot of confusion around the matter."

A tall, anubis man walked in, he seemed to be looking for someone. He had a stern glare on his face, well, if you could see past the anubis mask across his face.

"Welcome to Trixie's. How may we serve you?"

Hada looked to Mathius, "I am looking for a Pharaoh named Najma. He is small, and a pain in the ass."

"I can't say that I have...."

"Nor have I…"

Najma walked in casually, seen Hada, and turned around and scurried off.



Like that.

"Was that him just now?"

"May I be privy as to what this is relation to? As the person who is running things, I have a duty to keep my patrons safe, so if this is a problem, I'd simply like to make sure I can do so"

He was gritting his teeth as if he were thinking hard about something, but he wasn't thinking. His entire focus was on trying to resist the Red Thirst, common amongst all Blood Angels.

Hada turned around just to see Najma briefly as he left. "That little.."


Hada turned back to look at Mathius. "He is destined to die, so I can weigh his soul." Hada stated, "The brat keeps dying but before I can get to him, somehow he's alive again." Hada growled, half of his face still covered by the anubis mask. "Souls heavier than a feather will be devoured my coworker, who is of the crocodiles, and souls lighter than a feather will ascend to a heavenly existence." Hada explained.

"If it weren't for the fact this was my job and I didn't want to get fired, I'd just let his soul eaten regardless." Hada muttered underneath his breath, quiet, one couldn't hear unless they were listening really close.