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Anouk Tamboli

Let it all sink in.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Moonscar, as played by Sennen

So begins...

Anouk Tamboli's Story

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"You've got to be kidding me. You've got to be kidding me!" Fedelia stomped out of the kitchen after watching the report, slamming the palm of her hand onto the door frame. "This had to happen today? Of all the days!" She threw her hands up in the air, huffed, and dumped herself into a booth.

"I was going to get my hair done, I was going to go to a spaaaaa...I had plans to see Rick tonight! Oh, it's been ages, and then everything goes to shit!" she whined. There was a long pause from her as some of the customers she had earlier served stared.

"...uhh. I mean...would anyone like anything else? We have lots of food left, of course! And tea and alcohol!" she chirped, standing back up. Everyone just resumed to their previous worrying. It was barely a matter that their previously cheery, charming elven server was actually a brat at heart.

With a sigh, Fedelia just leaned against the booth, looking at the chaos outside. She still had her porting bracelet, sure, but she could only port as far as she could see. The elf shook her head.

And then! And then came this dude. The stoner. The fucking stoner. He started breaking furniture apart, which had Fedelia getting up to scold him. Someone stopped her, a hand on her shoulder. She looked back at a woman with wildly colored hair, giving her a small smile. She patted Fedelia's shoulder and strode past her.

The woman was a tall and slender, younger than Fedelia, with a very intriguing look about her. Her hair was long to her waist, but the left side of her head was shaved and dyed in purple leopard spots. She wore a short, casual, loose red dress that was intensely, but fashionably baggy around her thin body. She walked right past Shaunie to the stoner.

"I can understand you must be frightened, but immediately vandalizing that which belongs to the restaurant might not be wise, yeah?" she said softly. "You could have asked these gentlemen, here-" She gestured to Jackie and his men, "-if they had anything. Perhaps even this one-" She pointed to Shaunie.

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#, as written by Saarai
"I'm fine with it." Jackie told the woman, "As long as he doesn't make a habit out of it." The Yakuza boss said, looking to Jeremy, "You should calm down. Take a chill pill, as they say." The Afro-Japanese man told Jeremy.

"We'll be fine. Nothing to worry about. I've got a gun, he's got a gun, everybody's got guns." Jackie told the people in the teahouse, "You... and you." He said, pointing to Fedelia and Jeremy, "Not sure about giving you two guns. Maybe if I got desperate." Jackie said.

The Yakuza leader walked across the room and plopped down in his usual booth as he did on most days, only this time things weren't running as smoothly as they usually did. Everyone who bolted was probably dead, he heard explosions and gunfire/ He wasn't sure if that meant the good guys were winning, or just wasting ammo.

Jackson was worried, but in a room of scared people he had no time to show them anything but confidence in the face of danger.

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Shaunie slinked back as he was shuffled along, his breath catching as he caught sight of whatever the fuck that was outside. Zomborgs. Commotion and murmers spread as the kid who entered, smoking, began to destroy furniture in the sake of a weapon. He drew his own small pulse once the shock of the situation stopped muddling his thoughts.

Shots? The gun was in his hands as someone called for alcohol. Yep, this place was going to hell, and he wasn't even supposed to be here still. It would figure. It would really figure.

"Huh?" Someone, a girl, had pointed to him. Why? Why was she pointing to him? Why were they looking at him? Shaunie looked to the gun, realizing why she was pointing at him by the time they had looked away. People were starting to settle in as alcohol was dispersed, he found a hot sake in the hand opposite the gun. He knocked it back, sidling over to the stoner who seemed to know what he was doing.

"Mind if I?" Shaunie jerked a chin at the spliff, reaching into his shoe to unearth a thick switchblade. He held it out to Jeremy for trade. Hey, it was the end of the world, right? Weapons for high? If things got desperate, Shaunie considered pawning puppies for ammo.

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"Oh, yeah, like I'm totally going to sit here without an object to defend myself with." Jeremy quickly snarked out. Fuckin' rude ass people. He didn't give a fuck who owned this joint, and what their precious furniture cost them. "Look. I could give a fuck less about how often you people go through this shit. I'm not from around here. I haven't been here but maybe three months. I'm not from around these parts, if you hadn't already noticed." He quipped, looking off toward the lady that had, in somewhat of a polite way, insulted him to a degree. "Where I come from, this shit doesn't happen. We make movies about this sort of thing. People don't live. Some people are cocky and say they'll be aight, they'll just go shoot 'em up. Well. It don't work like that. Maybe here it does, what with you crazy vampires, and super hero's, and mages and shit. But, I'm a normal guy. I don't have anything going for me. I smoke weed. I make bank off of dealing. I eat, smoke, eat some more, deal, and sleep. That's my routine. I ain't got time for no ones shit. I'm not about to die." He finished, taking another hit off of his spliff. By now, he was ready to break out the pipe.

Turning toward the mob member, he understood the concept of 'shut the fuck up' in a polite manner, though. The guy had a gun. It didn't change the fact he was any less uneasy. There were hordes of mechanical face eaters out there. Who could be calm in that sort of fucking situation? But, he wasn't about to have one put between his eyes, either. "Look man, I understand. Sorry if I'm fucking up your mellow, but seriously. You guys got the guns. I don't doubt you know how to use them. But, reality check. If those things come through the windows, you think your small group of dudes can hold off those things? They're like rabbits fucking. They bite you, you turn. So, don't expect to come out on top in that aspect...unless you all have some sort of super human powers." He softly chimed out. Yeah, telling a guy like that what was up probably wasn't the smartest, most ideal, thing to do...but, seriously. They had to at least understand some part of what he was saying. Badass, or not, in a situation like this, you aim to stay alive.

Stay alive.

"I wouldn't be much good with a gun, to be honest. Never used one. Probably simple enough, though. Safety off. Make sure one's in the chamber. Point. Shoot to kill. Never aim at something you don't intend to shoot at. Beyond that, no idea." He mumbled. To be honest, having one probably would be a good thing. He'd actually feel more comfortable with one. But, then again, he had no plans to use such a thing unless necessary. Again, he was a nerd. He smoked, and watched flicks. He'd seen plenty of Zombie movies. Noise attracted some in some movies. Others, they were outright retarded and you could get away with a lot of shit. This didn't seem like the latter scenario though.

"Any chance you all have some sort of escape tactic, in case this place becomes a chow town? I don't plan on cowering in the nearest shitter waiting to die. Going up is probably a stupid move too. Unless you don't mind splatting on the pavement when you have no where else to run." He mentioned aloud. It was around that time he realized his call for alcohol had gone unanswered. Fuck 'em. He didn't need it anyway. They were all to busy doing what most people did in these situations, of course that was taken from the movies he'd watched. Quick to snap, and little planning and getting along.

At the point Shaunie, to his side, piped up, he saw the knife and studied it for a brief moment. It appeared of reasonable size, but it was just what it was. A switchblade. He didn't plan on getting that close to one of those sons' a bitches again if he had any say so. But, a weapon was a weapon. He'd gladly take it, and keep his chair leg to boot. "I don't give a fuck. It's here to be smoked, man." He rattled off, opting to give the guy his own spliff rather than share the one he had. Taking another drag, he flicked his zippo and held it out to the guy so he could light before reaching out and taking the knife. "So, what put you in this shitty situation? You seem like the kind of guy that has more important shit to do than die in a tea house."

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"Wan'ed som' go'ammed 'ea," Shaunie muffled out from behind the spliff as he puffed it in. Just what he needed right about now, hot sake or no. It was true, he had come for the tea. Now he stayed for the survival. They had warned him about this back at home. Going to Wing City is like signing your own death cirtificate. He hadn't believe them. He wanted to see the world.

Yeah well I was stupid, The young man pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind, eyeballing up the fellow drug dealer. It seemed like they both got served up a steady plate of wrong place wrong time. With almost half a smile, Shaunie continued on after his exhale.

"Been here like what, two weeks? Some vacation," He rolled his eyes and drew from the spliff again. After another moment's contemplation, and out of complete curiosity, he asked, "You stashin' or sellin'?"

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Linus Trucidabunt gave the hostess a gentle bow. After checking his weapons at the door, he was escorted to a low table in the corner. Linus folded himself down onto the mat. He decided to peruse the menu, as it had been a while since he'd been in Wing City.