Osum Talar's Story

Osum Talar made his way through the entrance to the bar, balancing a stack of fliers by jutting the three foot tower up under his chin and clamping it down on it. In his right hand he carried a few rolls of tape, and his left held even more of the stuff. Making his way towards the closest wall, he would lean back to get the weight of the stack on his chest, and bring one leg up to support it's weight as he took his right hand from under it. He must have looked like some kind of circus act as he hung the first of the posters on the wall. The first of many that would go up.
"Freedom for Wing City!" The posters read, the bottom pointing out the lack of security in Gambits, the daily takeovers of the city, the futility of the WCPD, and the demi-gods running rampant through the place, making life quite the hell for the average Wing City denizen.
In a few minutes, he would soon be near the bar, hanging his shrinking stack of outraged fliers as he went along.

Osum Talar heaved a sigh as he set the stack of fliers down on the bar's surface. Sadly, he overheard Mizu Rose's comment on the fliers, and gritted his teeth as he fought back the bubbling rage. Trying to deal with it, he shoved a flier into the hands of the nearest patron, taking his stack and moving on, contemplating making a beeline for Mizu and informing her on how nobody was doing anything to fix the problems listed on these fliers. After a moment, he decided to go her way regardless, as he felt the need to rant.

Osum Talar set the fliers aside on a nearby table so he had his hands free to smile at Mizu. "I couldn't help but overhear your comment about the message on the fliers..." He began, looking somewhat disturbed. It would seem as if another fight would break out in here, and there was absolutely no security to prevent it.

Osum Talar gave a smile at Mizu's newest comment. Obviously, she hadn't been here very long, much less living in the city. "I doubt they'll be an end to it under this oppressive regime." Osum flicked his gaze back towards Rahal and his apprentice, wishing that such violence wouldn't be occurring here in a public bar.
"Hopefully this will change sometime." He heaved a sigh, running his fingers over the fliers, then looking up to flash a smile to Mizu. "I'm sure it will happen soon."

Osum Talar nodded along with Mizu, wishing for the change more than anyone else. Hopefully, enough attention would be garnered to the cause that somebody would do something about it. At the mention of Screinn, he turned to look himself, but he didn't think him to be an angel.
"I don't think he's an angel... But, I'm glad you show an interest in the cause. Where are you from exactly?" Osum looked back to Mizu, pointedly trying to keep from turning and giving Timo a taste of his mind.

Osum Talar didn't know what to think of Screinn, but it leaned more towards demon. They cropped up all the time in Wing City, it was the dumping ground for everything the multiverse could throw at them. Then the glass burst, and Osum made a move behind the nearest table until he discovered the source. His point was made.
Getting to his feet, he scowled and looked around the bar. No police popping in to check what had happened, no Aschen security anywhere near the place...
"This is what I'm talking about."

Osum Talar frowned at the burning table, grabbing the nearest liquid and splashing it onto the flames. The fire was a bit too close for his comfort, and once the liquid had done nothing, he backed away with his fliers, a hand on Mizu as if he could protect her.

Osum Talar suspected there wasn't one. But water was as good as an extinguisher, and thus, he looked around for that instead. This was a bar, so they'd have water. But this was also Gambits, which ment just about everybody in here could magically put the thing out, or procure a supergun and blast it into pieces.
"I'll find something!" With that, he charged the bar looking for water.

Osum Talar was beaten. The fire was out, and now a gun waving bouncer was shouting. Perfect.

Osum Talar threw up his hands, drenched by the sprinkler system coming alive. "I'll be back to criticize this establishment once it's calmed down a bit..." With that, he trod out the door, his steps squelching from the moisture running over him. "Goodbye!" He shouted angrily as he disappeared out the door.