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"Yeah, just the last one here, be there in a sec."
“Rude.” She commented, not moving a muscle despite the fact that any second she could be shot. Hell, it wouldn’t be the first time she had been hit by a bullet nor would it be the last. Yawning wide when he asked for her money, she just shrugged.
“Broke, sorry.” Faith stretched out and dropped her hands down until her arms were loosely crossed against her chest, making it easier for her to get to her own hidden weapons if necessary.
"That's it man,' He says, as he secures the device in his clothes, as it begins flushing the cash to several secure accounts. "I'm done here.' He trains his vision on his brother, covering him now fully with his firearm.
“Just go. Last warning.” She knew she wasn’t in a position to threaten, but they were ruining her already shitty day.
His demeanor shifts from casually in control to aggressive in an instant. His voice spilling forth with deadly calm, and certainty in his word.
"Look lady. If you ain't got any money prove it. Turn out your pockets, it's no hardship, 'cause if you keep smarting off and resisting,' he trails off here, motioning around at the other patrons. "I think you forget it's not just you that'll suffer if it comes to that end.'
And if left uninterrupted he would start his slow retreat towards Ozzy, gun still leveled for Faith's head.
Hissing the moment the one that was close to her slammed the butt of his gun into her face, she reeled back a little. It had been a long time since she was nailed in the face with a gun. Usually she was just punched or something. As her head started to clear, she watched them both making their way back out of the establishment. She was tempted, extremely tempted to pull out one of her guns to shoot them both, but just wanted the fuckers to leave. Now she was going to have a headache. Snorting at his words, she shouted back at him.
“I’ve been in worse situations, you fuckasstard! Next time research who your hostages are!” She chucked her empty glass at him, not caring it if missed or hit.
He wasn't overly surprised when Blake finally got fed up, but he didn't let the moment pass him by. "Let that be a lesson to you folks, be cool, be calm, and you'll be fine. Or you can do the opposite and end up with a busted head.' He covered Blake until he moved into the kitchen behind him, leaving his line of sight. Not too bad overall.
He could hear the crazy woman screaming as they made their exit, he couldn't be arsed to care though. They'd make a hell of a score. He chanced one last glance over his shoulder, catching motion in his peripheral he didn't think he just shot. Turning the glass into so much shattered pieces.
"Aww, hell. Book it!' He hit the door at a run. Things had been going so well too.
“Guess people have to make money somehow…” Shrugging, she closed her eyes and pressed the ice against where she was nailed, still drinking on the bottle of whiskey.
No snakes yet... There 'ought to be some kind of zoo on this place.
Grue sat by himself in a corner, utilising the comfy chairs to their maximum capability. It wasn't that he was lonely, he had a crew of five people he could converse with. It was that sometimes if he hadn't eaten, Grue would start behaving strangely. Or at least that's what seemed to be the case. He tried his best to put it off his mind.
I'll be back at the ship by midnight.
Captain Grue took a sip of his coca cola. I like this place.
He looked up to Grue finally and said, "Hey Samuel!" Arneth spoke as if they were old friends.
"Holy handballs, dude, hahahah."
Despite the strange circumstance the impeccably dashing Captain Grue maintained his natural, delightful persona with ease.
"So who the heck are you? Hah. Ain't gonna kill me, are ya? That'd suck what with the lack of snake and all."
From that, Grue lost all interest in who this person was but leaned in over the table and whispered.
"Now that I think of it, you haven't seen any snakes have you? That'd be super cool. Wicked cool! Seriously though, check out my bucket list!"
Samuel Grue pulled out a pen and scribbled down "1. Find a snakey snake" on a crumpled piece of paper, then added a smiley face and slid it across to Arneth.
Grue sat back in his chair, proud of his mission.
"You've got snakes now, last time you weren't this determined for snakes. If I were here to kill you, I would have done it before sitting down. It's good to see a familiar face. What are you up to these days? Still got that ship and your crew?"
Grue paused for a moment as he watched the snakes move about. Strangely enough, he did not care one single bit about the creatures themselves. Snakes were boring, they're basically just bigger worms.
Seriously. Gulp. The hell was that?
Slowly putting his drink down, the Captain became a little more interested in this conversation partner of his.
"Uhh..." Tossing up between the snake-magic and the one-sided familiarity Grue picked both. "Ahighty, ok... So. Who the blazing beach balls are you and what's the dealio with the juju magic? I don't mind the random friendly chat, but when my buddy starts pullin' snakes outta nothin'... THAT'S the final straw. How do you know me?"
Realizing the unnerving feeling in his stomach, (summed up to be pie and 'weird' extract) he prepared for any sort of violent outbreak.
"Forgive me Samuel, my name is Arneth. I forgot this is our first time meeting in this universe." Arneth said as he projected memories into Grue's mind of being close friends.
"For over several thousand universe lifetimes I've found you in every one and we end up teaming together until your inevitable end, but that's not for a while. So tell me, what are you up to these days?"
"Arneth... Heh, gotta say I like your style! Super cool! So you'd have me believe all those things are true. Well so far you know my name and the fact that I have a ship. That magic thing with the snakes is kinda leanin' me towards the 'memory VWAP-ing' thing. So if we're such neat friends I want you to tell me exactly whom you're sitting across from."
Grue smiled, and took a large enough swig from his coke to empty the rest of the bottle.
His right arm danced as he pulled out a laser pistol against Arneth. Smiling still.
"Or I'll blow those magic noodles outta yo' head."
Then Arneth proceeded to tell Grue about things he had told Arneth in past lifetimes. Arneth told him events from Grue's childhood. Arneth vaguely told him secrets Grue shared with him, but stayed silent on what all Grue's past self had told him.
"You've always been an interesting friend and bumping into you has always happened. I've never gone through a universe lifetime and not met you."
"I didn't steal it... It was a birthday gift. I mean I, guess, if you're talking about the one with the wicked decal then yeah I totally stole that. Previous owner was a doofus."
Still, Grue thought, He didn't give me the answer I was looking for. Guess some secrets just remain that way.
"Awrighty then, my mate of multiversity. Can't believe I'm doin' this but I'm gonna believe ya. I'm callin' snake squat on that dimension thing though bud. Preeetttty sure I would know if I were in another flippin' universe."
How the hell did he know about that other stuff though?! What's his game? Mind reader? No, if he were he would've given me a different answer... eff em el, urgh.
"But come to think of it yo, it's gettin' pretty late. Gonna grab some food for the gang and head back to the ship."
Grue stood up, and began moving towards the counter. A large amount of unease was felt about this Arneth.
"Come with if ya like, you can carry some of the load."
"Sure, I'll go with you for a while, at the most I'll stay until your dead, but I can't guarantee I'll extend your lifetime. I've tried they before..."
Got no choice but to go along with this, I s'pose. Those memories he gave me, if they were true... This guy's no joke. Or he's the biggest joke I've ever heard.
Grue wanted this guy to be his best bud, but the nature of Arneth's abilities deterred him.
Not looking back to check on Arneth, he went through the exit into the city. The spaceport wasn't too far away.
(ooc note: this will continue from Grue's pov into the Wing City Plaza roleplay/the-multiverse/places/wing-city-plaza)
She sat at the counter and ordered a coffee, before she pulled out her phone and stifled a yawn.
It appear ancient and state this figure was clad in what appeared to be a diving suit brought more questions to the fore. Everything about her appeared miserable, in fact it was hard to tell what her expression was, only a red glow lit up her visor on the helmet, the helmet which like the rest of the ensemble likely weighed a great deal. Yet she held it up and appeared to be able to handle what most her size and proportions would rarely be able to carry.
He sat down, gestured to a bartender and said, "Sir, I'll have a glass of pinot noir if you have it. Tell me, have you seen a young lady by the name of Alice Raine?"