9
He carries a pistol in his jacket, and is really a normal guy, or is he?
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9 walked into the bar, He yawned openly, and moved to the counter. He then ordered a beer, and waited. His back pack weighed a bit, so he removed it and placed it on the counter beside him.
9 sat up, and frowned, as he watched Xenocules arrive. He scratched his head, and watched in horror.
9 sipped his beer, happily. He looked over to his right, and his eyes widened, that was the guy Face told him to watch out for. 9 slowly turned his head back facing forward, and took another sip of beer, attempting to act normally.
9 took another worried sip from his beer, "um, no reason, you just kinda look like you got beat up." he said, his right eye twitching.
9 thought for a moment, "The Face." he stated, his smile fading into complete seriousness.
9 took another sip of his beer, and winked at Silas. "Have you two met?" he asked, smiling.
if one listened closely they could hear a door being smashed open upstairs, and several muffled screams. They would also hear a voice, sounding muffled, and metallic yell, "let's get out of here!" then several loud footsteps being heard.
9 grinned, "perhaps." He then looked at Primrose, and grinned at her. He then turned back to the bar, to order another beer.
9 stood, and left quickly.
9 walked into the bar, smiling, and sat down at the counter with his brother Lazarus. Lazarus looked over at Kuro, "my, that's the man i struck a deal with." he remarked, taking notice to the girl speaking to him he looked at his little brother, "ah, but he is all tied up at the moment." he laughed.
9 got up to leave, and left his brother to fend for himself.
9 walked into the bar, he had never been here without the company of his older brother Lazarus. He felt very defenseless.
9 spun around, and jumped away, at the sight of Sirian. He slowly backed away towards the bar.
9 stopped moving, and growled, showing his wolf like teeth. He didn't quite know how to fight correctly yet, but if he needed to he would try.
9 narrowed his eyes, "my idiotic ancestor wanted to thin out his curse by creating as many children as possible. His idea didn't work, and he just spread his disease.
9 growled deeper, "what do you mean.?" he asked, his eyes reddish.
9 studied the creature, "my brother doesn't talk about our lineage, he says it's all garbage, and not worth remembering." he stated, a look of hate on his face.
9 took a few steps back, "i'm sure.." he said quietly, before moving towards the counter.
9 took a seat at the bar, and looked over the creature, "like what?" he asked, in a sarcastic tone.
9 looked at him, "i'm not a child, i'm 21." he stated, looking at him angrily, slightly offended.