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Lillea

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Selmaina

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Age: 19

Hair Color: Red, short

Eye Color: Dark blue (usually)

Height: 5' 2

Weight: 100lbs

Body Structure: Lean, muscled

Distinguishing Features: Scars up and down her arms, several on her legs, ribs, back and shoulders

Usual Attire: Military fatigues (pants), combat boots, dog tags (broken), black tank top.

Quick Description: A military deserter. Well-trained in several areas of combat, sharp tongue, even sharper temper.

So begins...

Lillea's Story

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Lillea shrugged, "Wouldn't be the first time someone's stripped down in here. At least you've got a good reason for it." She gave him a wide, friendly grin at his mention of the coin purse. It seemed he was having something of a tough time, and she wasn't belligerent enough to make his mood worse. Besides, he'd bought her a drink, so he deserved a little taste of her extremely rare politeness.

She took a long drink from the glass, making the syrupy fluid look more like water than liquor. It had definitely been too long since she'd had herself a proper drink.

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Lillea waved away the coins. She'd been completely drunk here more times than she could count, and didn't really relish the thought of passing out in some dank corner again. "I'm fine thanks." With a sigh she put down the glass and leaned back on her arms. Strands of hair fell away from her face, revealing a somewhat nasty bruise that shadowed her cheekbone.

But this was not the worst of it. Now that her fatigues had dried, there was nothing washing away the slowly spreading stain on her left thigh. The scarlet darkened the mottled green, and Lillea casually reached down to touch it, her fingers coming away wet. "Hm..."

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At both their offers she flinched visibly, pressing herself against the fireplace's frame with a somewhat nervous smile. She raised one hand and pulled the fabric away from her leg in an attempt to hide the bleeding. "No it's really nothing. I think I just got a scratch when I was fumbling my way through the woods."

She chuckled tightly, the pain could easily be ignored, and she didn't trust any sort of medical attention. Especially not from anyone who claimed to be a "healer of sorts". Reflexively she reached up and touched her broken dog tags, the metal clinking quietly, "I've been known to tough my way through a scratch or two."

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So this was Gambit's Bar? The young man thought as the door swung shut behind him. Smelled like infamy.

It wasn't like where he was from. It literally smelled nothing like anything he'd ever smelled before. He tried his best not to wrinkle his nose or look at his phone, opting to adjust his sandy hair instead. Nonchalant and stuff, despite all the unsettling creatures about.

They had warned him about Wing City, but he had to see it for himself. It was the hub of war right now on Terra, hot all over the media, and it was still one of the only places you could fudge and ID and get a drink at his age. So here goes.

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Just like everyone had said, but he couldn't help but look sideways at the panda. They didn't even have pandas where he was from, except the one that was in the newspaper that one time that washed ashore...Dead.

At least it was high tech. He grabbed a seat closer to the corner of the counter where he could observe effectively. Ah look, that kid looks normal! Taking out his phone, he pretended to text, secretly watching through a video enabler on the device. Dressed snazzy, what's he-milkshake?

-BOOM
What sounded like an explosion outside shook the exterior wall of bar. He dropped his phone onto the table, it clattered. A Taiyou bombing?

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Alright, at least he wasn't the only one who hear-Whuuut?

Where did those mini soldiers come from? He stared without the guise of a phone, then caught himself and looked around. Boy, people were skiddish around here, but with good reason. There was a freakin' war going on outside.

Why did he come here again? Oh, right, to order b-

-BOOM
-eer. He was gripping the table, and hadn't even got to tapping his order on the display screen. This boom was thankfully not as ground shaking as the last, but it still startled the living crap out of him.

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Explosions, war, the stench of burning livelihood. All these things were as familiar to Lillea as the clothes that scratched against her skin. She barely flinched at the thundering roar as she entered the bar, though she did stagger a bit at the aftershock, one hand bracing herself against the door's heavy frame. When it ended she continued walking as though nothing had happened, finding herself an empty seat close to a window.

She wasn't particularly threatening or imposing in comparison to some of the other characters that graced the premises. In fact, she was rather small, albeit lean and well-toned, and did not carry any visible weaponry. However, the scowl on her face and the distaste that burned in her impossibly dark blue eyes usually caused most patrons to give her a wide berth.

Ignoring the menu, she waved a waitress over to order herself a bottle of vodka and leaned back in her chair, fiddling absently with the dog tags that dangled from her neck.

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He was starting to get annoyed by the explosions going off outside the bar. He had only recently returned to Wing City, but it seemed that violence still gravitated to it for some reason. He thought about just writing out the opposing military factions out of existence, but that would be too big of a change at one time. Things like that had to be done subtly. Well, not really, but that's how he preferred to do things.

The miniature battle fought on his table soon went through another shift as a large behemoth of a creature erupted from the ground in-between the warring factions. The Confederate and Union soldiers, realizing that this new scenario was bigger than them both, decided to temporarily unite their army to bring down the beast.

Bullets soared and bodies flew, tossed aside by large sweeping blows by the monster's terrene hands.

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Ok. Could he order a beer now, without a blast going off outside?

Cautiously, slowly, he tapped in his order to the touch screen display. The chick who entered caught his eye. Picking up his phone, he activated the video display and watched her for a moment. Snap, one picture taken. Wow her eyes were blue.

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Noises coming from the table where the little armies were caught his attention again. A large monster had appeared, and they were fighting it. It was a mini war! A whole production right there on the table! He rest the phone down on the table to watch, the cute chick's image still glowing on the pane of technology.

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A man in a dirty trench coat smoking a cig enters the bar. All radios and tv in the vicinity cut to black and this sound plays from their speakers before returning to there normal broadcast. He walks easly over to the bar and orders a Nuka-Cola.

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The bottle arrived promptly, the waitress dropping it off in in front of Lillea before she hurriedly scuttled away. The girl snorted and reached for her drink. It wouldn't be the first time she'd scared someone off before saying a word. Not as though it bothered her though, she knew her general demeanor was intimidating, her aura a dark, bloody red. Or, so the aura reader had told her that one time. She didn't really believe in such nonsense.

A good amount of the liquor poured down her throat before she set down the bottle, fingers dancing over the scars that gleamed up and down her bare arms. It was an anxious habit, one that she wished didn't exist. She hated it when she was transparent.

A little flicker of movement caught her eye, though by the time she looked, the boy responsible had returned to whatever it was he'd been doing. He hadn't taken a picture had he?

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Sam had finished his milkshake by now, and instead of ordering one like a normal individual, he took advantage of his power once more. The glass quickly refilled itself, prompting him to take a few more pulls of it with the straw.

The soldiers didn't seem to be doing so well against the monster he had created, so he decided to give them a little upgrade. The low grade rifles with bayonets were upgraded to fully automatic ar-15s, and the occasional RPG.

That should even the playing field. He thought to himself. Seemed like the bar was filling up again, perhaps he could use his powers to entertain his fellow patrons.

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The stranger looks over at the large monster reeking havoc in the bar and sighs. He then turned back to the counter and drops a few bottle caps when asked for payment and takes a swig from his soda.

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Oh wow.

He completely forgot about the phone, completely captivated by the mini war. The soldiers were losing to the monster, many were dead. They were all going to die, oh the humanity! He leaned forward, watching, practically on the edge of his seat.

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It slipped from under his tongue as the troops got an upgrade. Flashes appeared as they started piping their weapons at the monster. It was war, war!

He grabbed his phone, momentarily staring at it as he had forgotten the image of the woman was still there. After shooting her another glance, still with a smile leftover from witnessing war, he activated the camera. Snap, snap!

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If he had, there was no more evidence of it, and no need to think about it. Still, her mind whirled like an angry hive of hornets. Could he be one of them? Could he be looking for her? Even after all this time it was still possible that the warrants were still out, the rewards still being whispered. Strangely enough, the thought brought a tiny smile flickering to the corner of her mouth. It was almost flattering to be considered such a commodity.

For now though, she was content to watch the patrons filter in and the tiny war taking place by tabletop. The wonders of Gambit's never ceased to surprise her.

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The door to Gambit's swung wide to admit Lillea across its threshold, giving a low groan of complaint as she braced her hand against the smooth wood. Reaching up to wipe a bit of grime away from the corner of her mouth, she stalked to a familiar table near the window and plopped into the seat.

She wasn't particularly threatening or imposing in comparison to some of the other characters that graced the premises. In fact, she was rather small, albeit lean and well-toned, and did not carry any visible weaponry. However, the scowl on her face and the distaste that burned in her impossibly dark blue eyes usually caused most patrons to give her a wide berth.

Ignoring the menu, she waved a waitress over to order herself a bottle of vodka and leaned back in her chair, fiddling absently with the dog tags that dangled from her neck.

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