Yun Zhou

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-08-08 19:15:17, as written by Canibelle

Through the door's came a new face. It was somewhat rough, though mostly hairless, but there was a fierceness about his eyes. His hair was up in a ponytail. He wore it long, but it did not make him effeminate in any way. He was fairly muscular, his chin was squared, and his walk heavy and ungraceful. He wore a worn, brown trench coat and a baggy pair of pants. It was not much, but anyone that wasn't spoiled would find it to be enough for most occasions. He eyes the lass with the assault rifle. What was a small, mousy thing doing with a weapon like that?

Strange, but then again, lots of things here were.

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-08-08 19:30:08, as written by Canibelle

Reading her face fairly well, the man shook his head, hands firmly in his pockets. It did not matter how well she could handle it; what mattered was that she could stick her finger on the trigger and turn it to face him. He was wise enough to know not to mess with anyone with a gun, regardless of who they were. It was surprising, the people who could turn into a murderer.

He noted the badge on the table. "You security?" he asked, taking a seat not far from the girl. "Might have picked the wrong spot to sit."

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-08-08 19:40:11, as written by Canibelle

"Volunteer security? Strange thing to volunteer for. I'm wondering why you really need it in a bar." What a strange thing, to need an assault rifle in a bar. Were pistols not enough? He wondered just what kind of place this really was. There were strange people all around the place. One had antlers. And the antlers had velvet on them. The lad also had feathers.
What?

Shaking his head, the man briefly laughed. "You own the gun? Pretty expensive, that piece there."

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-08-17 00:04:53, as written by Canibelle

Into Gambits bar came a rather muscular man. His shoulders were tanned from hours walking in the sun, and his eyes dark from recent events passed. His hip had a sheathe on it; nothing long enough to be a bastard sword, though not short enough to be a knife, no, not at all. It was the length and shape of a machete. Used many times to cut meat, the weapon was actually very dangerous, and one skilled with it could do more damage than one would expect. The blade was thin and sharp, and the man skilled. His attire, a dark leather jerkin and a pair of torn pants, did not seem much, but it kept him through his travels well enough. His long black hair was tied into a ponytail, and the ink upon his right arm was clearly visible. Such a shameless man he was.

Yun Zhou, bounty hunter long gone from China, exploring the multiverse at will. He was not being hunted, was not being sought after, no. He was beginning anew in this place, and he saw a good place being right next to the elven woman over yonder.

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-08-17 00:18:05, as written by Canibelle

"Quite a trick you have there," said the man, glancing at the suddenly appearing wine flute of water. He quirked a brow, landing himself in a seat next to her. "Never known too many could do any magic." he went on, using the touch-screen menu to get himself something as well. He smirked at the woman. "Don't see much proper elves come in, neither." He did not see a lot of elves come in at all in his few visits here. Maybe once, twice every once in a while. Lots of people here was teenagers. He did not understand how they were not getting run out of the bar.

Damn kids.

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-08-17 00:45:49, as written by Canibelle

"Well, your kind certainly seems as diverse as any of us humans-" he tilted his head toward the dark-skinned elf and the one in the back. "I don't doubt that you're the only one from your own...world." World. Not such a strange word nowadays. It used to be "province" and "town". Even "continent," but it seems those days were long gone. Especially when he came to this place.

"You seem a bit highly for a place like this. Maybe you enjoy the company? Strange for an elf, but I think I've seen everything at this point." A bottle of beer floated by. Grumpy seemed to be giving an order to another patron. Yun happily stole it from the tray and began to drink it himself.

"Mind telling me where you're from, exactly? Or is that against some 'Elven code'?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-08-17 01:05:19, as written by Canibelle

Another woman sat next to him, and Yun Zhou had to take notice. She spoke in Japanese. He did not know much, but he responded in kind. In Chinese. It was the simple greeting, the words put together fluidly. He did not know if she would understand, but the little "Nǐ hǎo," he gave her would pass the bill. He hoped.

His attention came back to the elf. "Social elves? Hmph. Almost sounds comical. You don't seem too afraid of humans right now, however, being so surrounded by them," he told her, shrugging. His sharp eyes wrinkled at the ends in an inward grin. "Calraida? Oh! How appropriate for an elven woman! Or for your whole kind, really. The name, the fluidity of the word- just everything. Sounds like Elves ruled it first."

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-08-17 01:28:22, as written by Canibelle

"I am Yun Zhou, Commandant of none but myself. Don't got a fancy title like you. Make me feel shame," he chuckled, placing his beer down after a sip. "Passing through? You seem like you're doing more'n that. But I have no place to say, of course." he responded. Though he was obviously Chinese in heritage, and knew the speech well, his English was fluent, unbroken. He must have been raised in one of the America's...at least, before the war.

"Three kingdoms? Seems like a mighty simple place. Not with so many provinces and states. Probably less politics, but a little more violence?" He smirked. "Sounds like my type of place."
Oh, and it just might have been. "Been across some Lycans before. You say you're shifter? And human. No wonder you're not as uppity as the rest."

# The Multiverse, 2011-08-19 23:28:34, as written by Canibelle

"Mm? Whadda we got here, ah?" came a heavily accented voice. If Lexi was one to know, or even pay attention in her predicament, she could hear the thick Chinese worming through the English. Another figure was behind the darker one, bare arms, swathed in sweat, gleaning from what light went down. One of their arms held a black object; a pistol. "I think you might wanna be gettin' away from the little lady. That's awfully rude."

# The Multiverse, 2011-08-19 23:36:55, as written by Canibelle

The man looked up, sun lighting his features. Indeed, just like his accent had portrayed, he was of Chinese descent, eyes slanted, lips drawn into a tight line, skin tan and yellow. "You alright?" he asked, flipping the pistol into its holster. He did not hold a hand out to help her up, and instead stared. He didn't know what that was, but this sure was one fucked up city.

"Odd? Hmph." he snorted, a half-chuckle leaving him, though it was mirthless. "Odd don't describe the half of it."

# The Multiverse, 2011-08-19 23:45:28, as written by Canibelle

"Ain't no reason to thank me, darlin'," said the man, stepping aside. His eyes were on those runic marks, slithering across her arm the same a scientist would a new discovery, hounding it to his eyes. Hmph. Interesting. Eye-to-eye.

If Lexi looked, she would see his right hand had tattoo's, as well, though they were not as intricate as her own. Simple black ink, marking from the origin of many countries. Strange. "I don't suppose you got that ink from the Yakuza or summin'." he said.

# The Multiverse, 2011-08-19 23:58:50, as written by Canibelle

Something about that made the man smirk. He knew exactly why. Several of his own had been just the same way, but he knew how he had gotten them. One was in Indonesia, the next in his homeland. "All Seeing Eye. Doesn't that sound familiar?" he said, mostly speaking to himself. He did not extend a hand as she had, simply stared once more. "Yun," he replied. "It is not rare for a woman to be 'scatter-brained' after such an encounter."

Ohh? What was this? Sounded like the man was a bit prejudiced. However, he saw no problem with it.

# The Multiverse, 2011-08-20 00:09:47, as written by Canibelle

Yun was a bit taller than the woman, though not toweringly so. Possibly a good five inches, nothing less. "I think the better question is why aren't you carrying a gun." he said, about facing and looking into the distance. There was slaughter some buildings over. By his hands, too, but oh, he was not saying a thing. "This is Wing City. You better be carrying some kind of weapon or hire someone to carry and use one for you."

How true it was. I a place like this, where assassins roamed free. People like himself, really, though he was never looking for trouble. Not purposely.
It was their fault.

# The Multiverse, 2011-08-20 00:19:29, as written by Canibelle

As if Yun could sense magic anyway. He looked a the stone inquiringly, then held out his hand, as if asking her if he was allowed to hold it. Surprising he didn't just take it. "Probably just some crackhead hobo mage. You get 'em, sometimes. Got no idea what that could do." he said, though he was wary as he looked upon it. "You should go get yourself a gun. Learn how to use it, though. If you can't use one it's as bad as not having one. Could even be worse."

# The Multiverse, 2011-08-20 00:26:06, as written by Canibelle

"That ain't hard here. Go work at Gambits a night or two. Should work up enough for a small pistol." As if a 'small' pistol would do much here. It could threaten some, at least. He glanced down at his own weapon, nodding. "Of course. Like I said, can't go anywhere here without using one."

Within his sleeveless trench coat was also a large knife and a sling, both of which he knew how to use well, however, he found the gun most effective.

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