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"We are approaching your drop-site, love ♥" The hologram smiled at him and blew him a kiss,
"We'll be waiting just outside of town my sweetest," The AI quickly decelerated Bleeding Heart, and the auto-doors opened as he let himself fall backwards out of his only home. "La Plume," the words were torn from his mouth by the air as he fell but it was the thought that counted, and he began to fall lightly and slowly, like a feather. His boots touched the ground outside the Guild with a light click. He'd been here a couple times looking for work, but nothing had caught his interest.

The sun beat down on his back, it hadn't been so warm thousands of feet up and he was almost tempted to shrug off the overcoat. He made note of a Neko taking particular interest in a dangerous job. Gonna get yourself killed for the temptation of a little money? He tried to dispel the dark thought from his mind by reassuring himself that she wasn't that crazy, and made his way to the bar. "Bourbon on the rocks, the good stuff. Make it a double"

He had just started taking a second long drink when the Neko made him choke and start coughing. Now Integra,
you can't jump to the aid of every stray you see. Just a month ago, the stray dog he picked up had ended up being biologically modified and when he cast a "fetch spell" it got so excited it began to breath fire, all over him. "My, my, Captain do you hear the grit on this kitten setting out to slay the Demon King? A veritable Akechi in this dirty old bar!" Integra was about to reprimand his AI for interrupting him in the middle of a good drink when what she had said registered on him. "No doubt here for this high priority Emergency Quest that was posted ~" He could almost imagine her knowing smirk smiling at him back home.

Blackheart ordered another quick bourbon, shooting it down in a flat second, before heading over to the Quest Counter "My good man! I would also like an order of Demon King. Dread Pirate Captain Integra Blackheart, swashbuckler extraordinaire, powerful mage, deadly gunslinger, and luckily enough for the fate of this world looking for work." He tried his best to flash a cheesy grin, while producing the identification Origin officials had given him when he migrated here.