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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
Awesome,
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!
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.
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.