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Canti's Diner

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a part of The Multiverse, by Remæus.

This is your typical, decently sized diner. Painted in the traditional red and white with speckled Formica countertops. The smell of freshly baked pies fills the air from the small display case by the front entrance. Booths line the walls to the north and south while a few tables mottle the floor down the center. To the back of the diner is a small countertop with swivel stools and an old Wurlitzer jukebox.

Mencith holds sovereignty over Canti's Diner, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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This is your typical, decently sized diner. Painted in the traditional red and white with speckled Formica countertops. The smell of freshly baked pies fills the air from the small display case by the front entrance. Booths line the walls to the north and south while a few tables mottle the floor down the center. To the back of the diner is a small countertop with swivel stools and an old Wurlitzer jukebox.
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Canti's Diner

This is your typical, decently sized diner. Painted in the traditional red and white with speckled Formica countertops. The smell of freshly baked pies fills the air from the small display case by the front entrance. Booths line the walls to the north and south while a few tables mottle the floor down the center. To the back of the diner is a small countertop with swivel stools and an old Wurlitzer jukebox.

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Canti's Diner is a part of Main Street 1.

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Yuka Akoshi [33] *~dont cry because its over, smile because it happened~*
Elizabeth McCarthy [32] Former Citizen and Teacher of Rapture and 'Big Sister'
Luhan [26] A god of music, though he doesn't like flaunting that fact. He is also a vampire and is engaged to one Sapphyra Montenegro.
Marcus Maundrell [24] He is a wolf demon sent from the future to make sure nothing bad happens to his family.
Shima [21] A young shifter whose laid back nature hides a sophisticated intellect.
Violet Manscatta [20] Big things come in small packages
John Revner [17] Holy Templar and Gods blade. "may all who have been damned find begen their penance for there sins."
Danica Angelus [17] Nieght's sister, and co-worker though she has been on a hiatus for very discreet reasons. What could those be and where does her brother work exactly?

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"Hey," Blake said as he came upon Faith, gun pointed at her chest. It wasn't polite to jam it in someones face unless you wanted them rightly scared. "I don't care if you're a sociopath or can't feel fear, I think it'll only take you two seconds to figure out what a bullet will do to you anyway. Money, cough it up." He heard Ozzy's call and nodded, not taking his eyes off of her.

"Yeah, just the last one here, be there in a sec."

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It appeared to be almost over, which was good because she really wanted another glass of whiskey and maybe some food. Then again, this place probably was going to close after this. Speaking of things that put a cramp in her plans, where were the police? Didn’t they usually appear at hostage situations? Then again, this was Wing City. Figuring the cops weren’t going to appear until the robbers were long gone, she resumed staring at the two of them, even when a gun was suddenly shoved into her face.

“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.

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"Rock on.' Ozzy says with a smug grin as the LED of his device flashes and let's loose a single beep, registering with a pleasantly large number. The device apparently back traced through a local connection to a fairly large local bank with weak firewalls, the program managing to skim some money directly from the account at the same time as it was gathering money from the various credit accounts. Robbing banks from the comfort of a corner diner. The future was a nice place.

"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.

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"Yeah just one sec," he called back, losing his patience with the woman. "Don't be fucking smart," he suddenly snapped, now pointing the pistol for her face, "And turn out your god damn pockets. Slowly. Any sudden moves and you're losing an ear. Or more." His voice had gone from patient and loud to angry and growling.

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“No. I’ll do no such thing. You got what you came for and I don’t matter in the scheme of things. I suggest you piss the fuck off before you find a bullet buried inside of your balls and your head.” Faith narrowed her blue eyes a little despite remaining absolutely calm. Sure, there was a high chance she was about to be shot in the face, but well, she wasn’t about to let anyone bully her around or make her do something she didn’t really want to do. She didn’t have any money and she wasn’t about to flash her weapons, because they would probably assume she was going to use the weaponry on them.

“Just go. Last warning.” She knew she wasn’t in a position to threaten, but they were ruining her already shitty day.

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"Why can these things never go smoothly?' He asks in exasperation, watching as Blake loses his cool at the mouthy chick. There's always at least one person who thinks they got what it takes to eat a bullet and keep on kickin'. He needed to disarm the situation, and what better way than with violence, or threat of violence?

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.'

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Blake didn't hesitate, he just pulled his hand up and brought the butt of his gun for her face, looking to crack the metal down hard and disorient her. At this point, he was looking to get out with his brother, forget the bitch. But the fact she said she was going to shoot him? Well if she pulled a gun when they were backing out, that could make things messy. "You better remember what fucking situation you're in!" he shouted, "Before you start running your fucking mouth!"

And if left uninterrupted he would start his slow retreat towards Ozzy, gun still leveled for Faith's head.

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Faith's gaze shifted towards the second robber when he had to put his two scents in. “I said, no. I don’t think I stuttered and I could care less about the patrons in this establishment. I came in here to get away from my life temporarily, yet here you two assholes are, bringing me right back into the life I’m trying to forget. I’m not some poor blonde who is a damsel in distress… You do not want to mess with me. Just leave.” Faith narrowed her eyes, not really wanting to show them just who they were messing with, but she wasn’t about to empty her pockets for the two peon robbers.

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.

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"Some people just don't have any survival instinct.' He said at her words, shaking his head for effect. "Just goes to show, that's darwinism at work.' He finished with a laugh. Covering her with his gun he was tempted to kneecap her just to prove a point, but decided she wasn't worth it as he continued motioning for his brother to hurry up.

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.

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Book it wasn't a phrase Blake took lightly, even if he didn't see what it was that they were booking it from. Cops? An angry mob turning on them? Or did he just mean the glass? Aw who the fuck cared, they had the money. He shoved out the back door breaking into a sprint for the car and raising his keys to unlock it before they reached before he hastily clambered inside and revved up the engine.

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She ignored the words spoken, knowing that they didn’t know who she was, which was probably best for them. When one of them shot the glass before exiting behind the other, she just leaned back in the booth once again before sliding to her feet. She walked through the doorway into the kitchen and grabbed a bag of ice before returning to her seat, calm as hell. She was extremely irritated, but refused to let anyone that was whimpering or bawling know that. Instead, she grabbed the bottle of whiskey on her way back to her seat and drank from the bottle.

“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.

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Nine O'Clock, pm. Perfect time for a pie and some chips.
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.

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Arneth entered the diner and without thinking about it took a seat across from Grue without looking up. He flipped through pages of an old book with no title on the cover. He raised his hand to motion for the waitress before lowering it to continue searching through the book.

He looked up to Grue finally and said, "Hey Samuel!" Arneth spoke as if they were old friends.

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Grue immediately choked on the coke he had just tried to drink and once he coughed it up he started laughing as if he was just pranked.

"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.

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Arneth pulled a handful of snakes from his side coat pocket and placed them in the table. The ball of writhing serpents slowly flattened out as each snake hurried for safety. Arneth wrested his hands on the table, grabbing and releasing the snakes as if be were running his fingers through a river. The snakes bore vicious fangs that failed to tear into his skin.

"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?"

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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.

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"oh, how foolish of me I forgot...snakes!" Arneth realized and let the snakes disperse into the restaurant.

"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?"

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Grue opened his eyes and- wait, were his eyes closed? That was one strange magic trick, most certainly. Samuel Grue was always impressed by magic tricks. Especially the magic ones. One thing he felt was an enormous amount of trust in this man. Weird extract, indeed.


"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."

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Arneth smiled as he spoke, "you can shoot if you want, it's not the first time. In fact I think I killed you once. Anyway, you stole your ship on your 28th birthday. You grew up with foster parents and didn't I don't know if you've figured out that you are in another universe or not."

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."

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Grue span his handgun back into his belt and pulled his shirt over it. Impressive.

"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."

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Arneth stood up and went towards the door as well. He knew Grue would likely be uneasy. He considered Grue's offer before speaking.

"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..."

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Grue ordered the meals and gave Arneth two of the trays to carry. A plan of action was in need.

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)

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Officer Allison Lang walked into the diner with a tired look in her eyes. She had just finished her daily patrol shift, and with nothing interesting having happened, she was rather bored. She had left her police dog back home with her husband, insisting that pets, even if they were police issue, weren't allowed here.

She sat at the counter and ordered a coffee, before she pulled out her phone and stifled a yawn.

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Of course there were other people within the diner, many variations. Then again the entire of Wing City seemed like a magical or scientific crossroads. You could literally find anyone in this place if you searched hard enough. This of course would highlight the fact that figure clad in ancient victorian diving suit although little more lithe was sat away, she appeared to be shaking clutching in her thick bronze gloves a picture, a photo. A closer look would show a woman with ivory hair smiling with another person dressed in a cop's uniform her arm around the other woman. It was a shopping mall type image, from those photobooths. Quiet, very faint sobbing could be heard, from the figure, her helmet drowning out most of the noise. On her shoulders was a very ragged WCPD jacket, on her shoulder was the insignia with her name, Officer McCarthy.

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.

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Vercerigo walked through the doors, quickly scanning all he saw as he headed directly toward the bartender. He noted the sad looking diver and frowned. He wondered whether he should try and help.
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?"