The man noticed Fumi and his face twisted into a grin.
"Hello, girl." He said. "I am Pyratus. I was here before for a deal with some sort of doctor before some ruffian came and attacked me. Would you happen to know where either went?"
"Hello, girl." He said. "I am Pyratus. I was here before for a deal with some sort of doctor before some ruffian came and attacked me. Would you happen to know where either went?"
"Nope, sowwy." Fumizuki has absolutely no idea what he's talking about.
A tall young man around his twenties pushed the doors to the bar open, one of his eyes covered by thick locks of his brown hair. In one hand, he held a large, eccentric sword that was a dark silver color, stained with what could only be blood from a previous attack using said sword. His steps were slow, and his body almost seemed to eerily sway with each step. His eyes weren't quite blank, but it was a dark stare.
Karaméla stepped up to the counter, resting his sword down by his side, "Surprise me, an alcoholic drink."
He then pulled out a small bag and opened it, pouring out a few coins onto the counter, the coins making a gentle rattle against it.
Karaméla stepped up to the counter, resting his sword down by his side, "Surprise me, an alcoholic drink."
He then pulled out a small bag and opened it, pouring out a few coins onto the counter, the coins making a gentle rattle against it.
"Please put your sword in the weapons box.."
Caramel Justice wrote:
A tall young man around his twenties pushed the doors to the bar open, one of his eyes covered by thick locks of his brown hair. In one hand, he held a large, eccentric sword that was a dark silver color, stained with what could only be blood from a previous attack using said sword. His steps were slow, and his body almost seemed to eerily sway with each step. His eyes weren't quite blank, but it was a dark stare.
Karaméla stepped up to the counter, resting his sword down by his side, "Surprise me, an alcoholic drink."
He then pulled out a small bag and opened it, pouring out a few coins onto the counter, the coins making a gentle rattle against it.
Karaméla stepped up to the counter, resting his sword down by his side, "Surprise me, an alcoholic drink."
He then pulled out a small bag and opened it, pouring out a few coins onto the counter, the coins making a gentle rattle against it.
Claude grabbed the coins and twirled them around in her fingers. She then grinned and placed them into the register. "Flavor or kick?" Claude asked.
A strange, unmarked box falls from the ceiling. It is only labeled with: "From CFM."
He picked up the box and perked a brow before opening it.
Should watch what was happing she looked at the box observing "ah am sorry to be nosy but is it a smart idea to open a box the came from nowhere" her fox ears twitched as she talked
"I'm security. It's my job" He said flatly.
Drael Chæzkath wrote:
He picked up the box and perked a brow before opening it.
Suddenly, out from the box came... HATSUNE MIKU?!
"Hello everyone!" She said.
"Hello everyone!" She said.
"Did my daughter do this? She can create constructs made of code....."
Jeff wrote:
Drael Chæzkath wrote:
He picked up the box and perked a brow before opening it.
"No, yiu can't eat digital code, Jeff. I put in an order to get meat. Can you get that order tomorrow?"
Then, another Miku burst out of the box, yet this time in a more futuristic and techy outfit and a greener shade of hair.
"Append deployed. Greetings." She said.
"Append deployed. Greetings." She said.
Claude Vuong wrote:
Caramel Justice wrote:
A tall young man around his twenties pushed the doors to the bar open, one of his eyes covered by thick locks of his brown hair. In one hand, he held a large, eccentric sword that was a dark silver color, stained with what could only be blood from a previous attack using said sword. His steps were slow, and his body almost seemed to eerily sway with each step. His eyes weren't quite blank, but it was a dark stare.
Karaméla stepped up to the counter, resting his sword down by his side, "Surprise me, an alcoholic drink."
He then pulled out a small bag and opened it, pouring out a few coins onto the counter, the coins making a gentle rattle against it.
Karaméla stepped up to the counter, resting his sword down by his side, "Surprise me, an alcoholic drink."
He then pulled out a small bag and opened it, pouring out a few coins onto the counter, the coins making a gentle rattle against it.
Claude grabbed the coins and twirled them around in her fingers. She then grinned and placed them into the register. "Flavor or kick?" Claude asked.
"Flavor, I suppose." Karaméla replied, leaning his weight slightly onto his sword, one narrowed eye looking out from behind his dark brown hair.
He went over to Karamela "please. Place your sword into the weapons box. My daughter will not serve you until you do so"
Karaméla turned his head to look at Drael, he stared almost blankly at Drael as if genuinely confused why this big man was telling him he could not have his sword and had to put it in a box.
"Why must I?" Karaméla asked, raising his brows, though only one eye was visible from underneath his hair, because he had yet to move it out of his face.
It did not seem that he was trying to be stubborn, but was just confused.
"Why must I?" Karaméla asked, raising his brows, though only one eye was visible from underneath his hair, because he had yet to move it out of his face.
It did not seem that he was trying to be stubborn, but was just confused.
Caramel Justice wrote:
Karaméla turned his head to look at Drael, he stared almost blankly at Drael as if genuinely confused why this big man was telling him he could not have his sword and had to put it in a box.
"Why must I?" Karaméla asked, raising his brows, though only one eye was visible from underneath his hair, because he had yet to move it out of his face.
It did not seem that he was trying to be stubborn, but was just confused.
"Why must I?" Karaméla asked, raising his brows, though only one eye was visible from underneath his hair, because he had yet to move it out of his face.
It did not seem that he was trying to be stubborn, but was just confused.
"Policy. We have a strict 'no fighting or violence' policy here ever since my brother, the cook, took over operations here."
she would watch everyone as they talked yawing as she did she looked evrybody her tail moveing quickly she would look at all the drinks
Keria wrote:
she would watch everyone as they talked yawing as she did she looked evrybody her tail moveing quickly she would look at all the drinks
Azumi slowly crept up on Keria before letting out a high pitched squeal of excitement.
"Are you another kitsune like me, dearie?!" She grinned as she wagged her tails energetically, "I am Azumi! I am essentially your senior due to my four tails and 500 years of age, however I prefer to drop the formalities and just be friends!"
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