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With a slight tilt of her head, Seamstress considered Xypher for a moment. No, of course not. I don't know my real parents. He adopted me long ago. Rat wouldn't have children anyways... Seamstress bit her lip as she realized she let slip a bit too much. She glanced around furtively, but seeing as no-one paid her any mind, she simply stood and gestured for Xypher to follow her.

When I first met Rat...Harold back then...I'd just broken out of hell. She shuddered a bit at the memory, but continued. I became a regular here, working for him to pay off the debt I incurred from drinking. He showed me how to be a bartender, and pretty soon I took over that job...so long as I didn't drink on duty. He got the nickname because I noticed him always cheating his more inebriated customers out of any loose cash. It stuck. After a while, though, I had a...breakdown of sorts. I confessed pretty much everything I knew to him and he just adopted me. On the spot. Things got much better after that. Seamstress lead them into the main club area and upon spotting Brihan, pointed Xypher in the right direction. Seamstress sat next to the girl with pink hair and ordered a tankard of Schlager with a grey goose shooter. Rat glared at her, but relented as she raised her hands with a giggle, indicating that she was joking.

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Nightshade jumped a bit as the Director's voice came over the intercom. "Send him in, please" the intercom barked. The two guards quickly stepped to the sides and swung the doors open. The nervous mutant quickly entered the office, throwing a look over his shoulder as the guards closed the door behind him. Nightshade hurredly stepped up to the desk and bowed from the waist, then placed his feet shoulder width apart and grasped his left forearm. He learned the gesture from other low level techs reporting to the higher ups.

"Sir! I recieved a summons and responded as quickly as I could, Sir!" He was getting a bit more nervous as the other man cooly inspected him. Nightshade gulped as quietly as he could, but couldn't stop the scent of fresh resin eminating from his body. It was the scent he made when he was nervous.