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A hundred and twenty floors of hotel rooms of all sorts, serving anything and everything of man or similar natures. The top most floors hold the offices of the owner and general all around caretakers and primary officers and security control room.

The bottom five floors are casino floors, the top two floors of which are also resturant and TV gaming tables and privarte dining rooms.

Durasia City also hosts the annual Digital Games. Held every year at Dancing Mug for a flat fee of exactly 300Ai per person for a three night stay plus food, drink, and game betting.

Please mind your manners, a bar fight occurs once every few hours.

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GENERAL BAR FIGHT DO'S & DON'TS
DO beat your opponent sensless
DO use everything available short of actually killing the guy
DO use your fists, feet, and other apendages as required

DO NOT use weapons of any kind, just your fists {if you carry weapons}
DO NOT use the Rare Imported Chinaware, it is unharmable
DO NOT use deadly force or threats of deadly force or come to the bar armed for a war within the establishment.


ALL BAR FIGHTS ARE SPONSORED BY; CAPTAIN KENWAY RUM COMPANY
PLEASE FIGHT RESPONIBLY
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The Dancing Mug

The Premire tavern, inn, casino floor and resort location in all of Durasia City. Located in the heart of Durasia City Spaceport.

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The Dancing Mug is a part of Durasia City Spaceport.

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Vinculum Oculi [40] We investigate power for Oculi
Hell's Fang [34] The insane shape-shifting hellcat who has no right to own the majority of hell, but does anyway.
Ivan Viggo [27]
Mitsusawa, Yamane [25] A power enchantress/gypsy who spends her time peering into the future as well as trying to perfect the psychic genetic traits her father palithio bestowed upon her at birth.
Red "Direwolf" Arcana [25] A cyborg who strives for self-betterment by artificial evolution. Can be kind or malicious to you depending on your actions
Attila [24] The cat of Mother Goose, and current in house sibling of Grimmy and general all around neuciance
John Williams [23] Completely average in pretty much every way
VîîR [23] Viir has quite an attitude problem, she takes things personally a lot of the time. She gets jealous and angry very easily, She is considered a narcissist by her peers.
EricKurosaki [23] I, Son of Ichigo Kurosaki Will Become The Best Shinigami To e

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"Sadr! Drop!"

He didn't know much about the unseen figures that held voices in his head, but he knew enough to pay attention to them when they came calling. Sadr hit the deck.

WHAM!

And just in time too. No sooner had his right cheek brushed against the tile floor did a pointy stick-like gadget come tearing through it. Rolling to the left side and into the slightly more open space of the men's restroom, he placed his palms down, aiming to get up. He stopped when he felt wind rush across his back and a Forcesaber activate, halting the progression of the Vibrosword towards him. He didn't have to guess as to who that was as he pulled out his Sentinel Saber, twirled it in his hand, and activated it while he got onto his feet and surveyed the fight in front of him.

Lightning!

With enough skill and practice, he had come to learn how to block electricity bolts thanks to Feero. And this time was no different as Sadr held his lightsaber vertically in front of him. The yellow blade absorbed most of the lightning ball, the remnants shooting past Sadr's head and carving itself into the wall behind him. A small bit of it struck the tip of his ear and left a small burn there. Sadr wouldn't notice.

He saw Vir holding her own against the Vibrosword user as the Forcesaber hissed and shrieked with every block made. "Go! Hurry!" she had called to Sadr.

But Sadr was frozen as his eyes rested on the Sith who wielded the Vibrosword...the one known as Sony. Not only was she reputable as one of the best trackers ever, she's known for her apparent brutality, her antagonistic nature, and her overall strength in the Force. She was also one of the most skilled combatants with a unique style that only her Vibrosword could give her. If her white hair wasn't chilling enough, her amber eyes could bore through any steel stare and penetrate the thoughts within, filling them with fear. She was a nightmare for Jedi and Sith to witness.

She was also the one he'd seen in his vision, the daughter to the Emperor and the likely heir to the throne. There was also that.

But why him? Why now?

So many emotions and thoughts ran through his head at once. The initial one was the lingering fear of Sony's reputation and the desire to get out of there while he still could. Then came the confusion of why Vir was there and why she was defending him from one of the most capable Siths she'd ever fought and likely will ever fight. Following that was the surge of energy that came from the lightsaber on his hilt, as if directing him towards the fight like it wanted to be wielded. And then the impending dread of what this altercation would amount to if it went on any longer.

Vir and Sadr dead. A trophy for Feero to mount on his ship. He couldn't let that happen. Not to him and especially not to Vir. She didn't deserve this.

But how?

He felt the vibration of the Force emanate again from the saberstaff he collected. He thought about it and immediately dismissed the idea. There simply wasn't enough room in here for five blades (2 Vibrosword, 2 Lightsaber, 1 Forcesaber) to swing around at free will. He also had no idea what the Saberstaff was packing and whether it was a reliable tool or not. Too much risk was involved to use it. He'd end up breaking something.

But an idea came to mind. An idea that might just work. He remembered reading something among the thousands of Holograms that plagued the entrance to the Dancing Mug...a few very important details that would definitely help him and Vir out.

And so he did the very last thing anyone with his skills and abilities might have done in his position. He sheathed the Sentinel Saber and beckoned to Vir.

"Vir! Put away your weapon and follow me!" Sadr called to Vir as he made his way towards the exit of the bathroom. "Trust me! I have a plan!"

And with that, Sadr pushed open the door, bumping into a burly figure in the process, and running out the door.

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Forcesaber vs Vibrosword, speed vs speed. The calm yet clearly dangerous skill of the Force Hound put Sony on a brief uneven ground; it was unexpected for the Sith to have a Force Hound show up from out of nowhere and as such. It made Sony all the more angered as the Force Hound, a woman named Vir apparently, had skill enough to possibly best her. Even with the extra power granted by her black and pink crystals her vibrosword did little if any damage.

Finally Sony managed to knock aside the forcesaber and strike at the beskar armor on the woman, only to have her blade bounce off as Sony spun on her feet and spmacked hard at the unprotected back with the flat of her vibrosword against Vir with the Force added to the hit Vir went flying and smashed through a nearby stall before lunching a broken refresher unit at the Sith, Smashing into Sony's face leaving many cuts from the porcelan edges.

If her amber eyes were full of hate and ager before, they were now. Her hand went towards Sadr, another shot of Force Lightning was sent his way but it slamed into t he door and sparked madly. Now without her own weapon Sony turned her attention towards Vir who grabbed up her Forcesaber and was about to activated it when Sony tackled her, the two women briefly tussled, making a completely miss out of the bathroom before Vir laid flat on her back and launched Sony into the stalls before scrambling to her feet and bolting for freedom after Sadr.

Thankfully she saw her Master, Siya, still seated as if completely unmoved by what was happening around him. She bolted after Sadr, soon matching pace with him "Whats the plan ?" She asked under her breath as they ran from the bathroom, easily freerunning over tables and dodging other patrons in the strange bar.

At the bathroom, what was left of it at least. A young woman in red with white hair picked up her dropped Vibrosword and put it on her back, Looking briefly to the mirror she saw her face once more scarred with fresh cuts that bled freely. With an annoyed grunt she cast Dark Heal on herself and the cuts quickly faded. With a satisfied grunt she turned and stalked from the bathroom, using the force to knock open the door with a bang, she was given a confused look from a drunk before motioning him to the unisex bathroom and put a OUT OF ORDER sign on the mens bathroom before looking briefly then with her sesnes, at everything in the bar.

There!

She got on her commlink. "HK, two targets, heading your way, I want them both alive!" She said

"Confirmation; Certainly master. I shall perform not vital injuries only. Query; if attempts ot slay me occur, do I have authorises to carbonite the meatsacks ?"

"Yes, I want them both alive, do it!" Sony replied before briefly stopping and glancing towards Tuyer, the man simply smiled at her, she growled and gave him a rather insultiary sign with her arm before stalking from the bar, HK-55 could handle himself quite well

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As Sadr left the bathroom and whumped into Vinculum's chest he felt Sadr less a locus than a waterfall the pouring wind falling off him as it was. The sheer distraction of him pouring out like a tide. He stepped once backward patiently pushing the wind out of his mind to watch for a tripped thread. Ale found Vinculum a ponderous soul but not a slow one. The anger in the force pushing everything away remained as Sadr went away. Another coming close with the predatory hunger of a locust. The moment crept by as the door opened the tall burly Gardener saying nothing but a thin wisp of heat as Vinculum reached for his Matriarch to help him stand in the moment. As Sony attended to her call her foot planted on Vinculum's web of attention a warm waft of breath pushed its way over Sony the smell of petrichor. Master Ale drilled the ponderous to be faster. Ever faster. When the student brought stability with the force to channel his power Ale was pleased when the deflection hit. Shortly after several feet away with a five-fingered bruise.

The force distended Vinculum's foot as shot back his body hasted and stable for just a moment to charge the trap's spring. As if kicked from behind by the ire of his Matriarch plated torso and fist smoked as muscles pulled at the force back to the stability from where it came. A force counter an overhead punch of hasted speed at the locust wandering into his personal space.

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Sadr wanted to panick. He wanted to release his fear into the air as quickly as he could, hyperventilating all the way. He wanted to Force Blast the establishment, sending the Dancing Mug crashing to the ground and hopefully burying the Emperor's heir with it. Instead, he kept a calm and cool attitude as he kept a measured pace through the bar, passing patrons and the like in search for an opportunity. His movements were practiced and his stare was intense. He vaulted over a table and soon realized someone was right beside him. He turned and found relief instead of terror...it was just Vir.

"What's the plan?" she asked, a slight edge of apprehension in her voice.

Sadr took one glance around the bar...and found his opportunity. A man was sitting there, finishing the remnants of a substance in a glass bottle, while another man was sitting next to him, his attention towards some of the girls dancing on the holograms. It was clear they didn't know each other. Perfect. His agile sprint slowed to a standard walk as he and Vir approached the two of them. The first man had just set the bottle down on the counter, his attention turned to the bartender in hopes of ordering another. Now was the time.

"This," he murmured to Vir before picking up the empty bottle and smashing it over the head of the second man...the one watching the hologram gals. While the second man reacted, Sadr turned to the first man and said, "Hold this, please." He thrust the broken bottle into the man's hands before progressing through, motioning for Vir to follow. The sounds of protest and violence followed by a scuffle were enough to tell the Lost Sith that his plan was working.

Another one. Sadr thought as he approached a table of strangers playing a gambling game of some kind. With one swift movement, he kicked one of the legs out from under a rather large looking slug alien sitting at the table. He collapsed under the lack of support beneath him as Sadr turned to look at the man sitting next to him, a startled expression on his face.

"Why'd you do that for? I'm walking here!" he glared at the man as he lied, causing the slug-like creature to become enraged at the person to his right and launch a punch of his own.

"Bar fight!" someone shouted and the Dancing Mug erupted into chaos. Punches were flying. Kicks were landing. People were being flung across the establishment, destroying tables and chairs they happened to land on. All of the sake of violence, of course. After all, bar fights were common in the Dancing Mug and people loved to partake. A few of the patrons were leaving, not wanting to get mixed up with it and while the idea of leaving seemed like a good one, Sadr knew he couldn't without reuniting Vir with Tuyer.

"Behind the bar," he said urgently to Vir as he hopped into the bartender's area, slipping the drink master a generous dose of public credits to keep their anonymous stature safe before crouching in the small alcove of space hidden from most viewpoints and all exterior viewpoints. "Mask your energy."

Sadr followed his own instructions, as Force Concealment was one of his better methods of using the Force. He hoped Vir would do the same. Hopefully, Sony would assume they'd gone out during the chaos and leave. He wouldn't assume things were safe until he felt Sony's own Force Energy disappear.

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WHACK!!!!


For the second time in a week her nose was all over her face. Out of nowhere the punch came, and into nowhere it retracted, Sony reeled backwards into some bar patrons. Her nose a bloody smear on her face, broken in nine different places along with the new cuts by the Force Hound, Sony wasnt happy. All but dumped to the floor as the patrons scattered she smashed through a table. Screeching in a strange langauge She used the Force, tapping into her fathers power and launching a lightning explosion towards the one thqat struck her in the face.

It was then when everything went to hell in a open melee freeforall as Sony found herself hit first from behind, then a thrown mug, then a thrown droid. She dodged the first two, but barely was slammed into from the third item. Had she not caught the thing with the Force and sent it flying in another direction it would have been quite messy. her amber gaze swpet the room, the lone Jedi still seated at his table, nothing going near him, damn Siya.

When Sadr started the barfight Vir stared, Ok so, doing certain things to get things done did indeed suit sith just as well as Jedi, only it seemed to the young Force Hound that Sadr had better knowledge of it. She could feel the fear in him, wanting to destroy the place and hopefully the Sith from the bathroom with it. But he kept himself foing doing just that and instead emoved onto barfights

What fun!

So when he said simply to get behind the bar she didnt have to be told as she vaulted the bar and disappeared behind it, using the Force to hide herself as she spotted Sadr do the same, for the most part at least. From how things sounded was sheer melee beyond the bar counter they hid behind.

Tuyer of course simply remained at his table.

Time seemed to slow to a halt for Sadr however as a voice echoed "Her power is strong. I can delay her... if you will allow me to" Deiyi seemed to fade into view from the bar counter. What did she mean ? If he allowed her to delay the sith ?

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Vinculum followed through reflecting his hand back to position from the counter but the familiar crunch of a borrowed saber in his hands left him unstable nothing to balance the backstop of his punch. The pain of his hand met the backlash in his head as the Matriarch's power sloshed around then returned from whence it came. His sturdy mind recovered though his sight was blurred by the blue glow of a ball of lightning. Unbalanced Vinculum's feet were welded to the spot earthed to hold his bulk still to carry the weight of his Matriarch's ire.

He didn't have time to dodge. Vinculum stood his ground leaning on the force to absorb the first tendrils of the lightning ball searing lanes of fire into his skin. His time with Ale found the hive creature had to pass the energy to another. He was not about to pass it into the fighting innocents of some other False Matriarch that now erupt in violence around him. As the force explosion ground at his body Vinculum drained it into his anchor as fast as he could. As his flesh immolated so did the floor, clothes, electronics, the wood and rugs on the floor. Vinculum's iron will held firm as his feet drove backward ramming melted furrows behind him a trail of ignition flashing combustible material into ash. He rammed hard into a wall sat melted into a divot there. Vinculum's plate and skin were cracked and black the flexible eye sockets open but shed flakes of what used to be a thin layer of skin. Bleeding stopped quickly as his body shut veins to close the spray of red blood.

Vinculum looked to the surprised fighters flailing about with second degree burns. He'd immolated what anchored to earth it was all the suffering he could shoulder for whatever False Matriarchs they were born from. He chanted a mantra to shut out the burn.

Crackling badly from the damaged speaker on his shoulder came his voice, "Pain is ephemeral. Suffer for the protectorate."

He stood up from the glowing metal hole stumbling forward then found his footing. There was a ping in his head that said a Matriarch was near. He couldn't place where. Still, the job was not yet done and he had no interest in the bar fight. A human rammed his fist into Vinculum's burnt but armored face shattering their knuckles. Skin immolated on his face Vinculum could feel nothing even as the energy that passed through his body made his spirit hurt.

"I have no interest in you, go away.", he said to the screaming man.

His quarry however, had now gone. While Vinculum's body wavered his attention did not. Both large black eyes looked quietly over the crowd though he had to headbutt another human throwing himself Vinculum's way.

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Sadr could feel the stilling of air around him, the reduction and slurring of noise in the bar itself. Glass breaking sounded more heavy and grunts were drawn out until...everything stopped. No noise to be made, no movement to be had. It's like everything was frozen but without the cold. the Grey Jedi turned to Vir, who had also stopped moving. Her stare didn't constantly move to examine above them like it had been doing. It was still. And it was then that Sadr realized that time had stopped as a whole.

But why didn't he?

Sadr was about to take a peek over and see what the crap baskets was going on when he heard a voice...no...the voice. "Her power is strong. I can delay her... if you will allow me to."

Hearing the same female he'd heard in the bathroom when things started to turn to...er, Sithshit, Sadr immediately grabbed the lightsaber he'd found there and and examined it closer. Nothing had changed in it's simplistic design or it's structural integrity. It wasn't radiating pure Force energy anymore...but something had to be. Something had to be stopping time around him right now of or relating to this saberstaff he had in his possession. Sadr had a thought as he turned it over in his hand and saw a hatch which could be opened to reveal the Kyber Crystal inside. Was that it's source? Only one way to find out. He wasn't worried about making a decision or answering the being just yet. He had all the non-moving time in the world to do so. Now, he was going to sate his curiosity.

One would expect fingers to be trembling, but Sadr took a practiced hand to the test as he flipped the hatch open and examined inside with nary a second thought. Inside, he lay his golden eyes on a copper Kyber Crystal. What made this one stand out besides the color was the way it was fractured in six different places, proving that it would carry a very unstable blade if ignited. It's core also seemed to pulse a deep orange. It resonated around him, surrounding his atmosphere as he breathed in what he felt like was pure Force energy. This had to be the source.

Closing the hatch and standing up, Sadr contemplated the female's words once more. She could help them. She wanted to help them. But Sadr wasn't a fool and knew there would be something that this female would get out of keeping the two of them alive...something that wasn't revealed yet. He'd never experienced otherwise. At the same time, he knew about Sony's reputation and what it would mean if she caught him. He felt like he was walking into a death trap, one way or the other. But which would hurt less?

Sony would hurt more, he rationalized. She was a definite threat. And when the Force calls out, one doesn't simply ignore it. All Jedi, good, bad, and in between, knew this.

So he raised the Saberstaff horizontally in front of him, closed his eyes, and let the being's power channel through him, "Fine. Help us out. But I would like some answers after this."

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As Sadr's eyes opened and the saberstaff ignited with a crack of energy the unstabled barely contained yet beautiful broken bronze blades sprang to life. The core was a off yellowish hue whereas the outside of it seeemd to radiate broken glass of bronze in such a manner it made the blade look too wide, yet, the unstable effect was apparently intended as even other Jedi had commented on the broken unstable look to the weapon. In truth it aided Deiyi when she used it in battle, her enemies thought the blade unstable, about to break, and so found their thoughts to their undoing when the blade was infact very stable. Yet the effect of the shattered outside edge of the blade made it all the more beautiful.

As Sadr ignighted the Saberstaff time caught basck up to him, Vir stared at the unstable saber blades and kept her distance as the person she saw using it wasnt Sadr for that brief moment it was none other than the owner of the voice Sadr had heard speaking to him, Deiyi manifested briefly standing where Sadr stood, it was only for a brief time when she sprang from the bar towards the sith

Sony saw her coming and whipped out her Vibrosword to face off against the strange newcomer, Ina sudden whirlwind of speed from both Sith and Jedi, the two went at each other with speed and skill unmatched. Vir stared. Sadr was with her just seconds before, and now this woman ?

For Sadr not much had changed, he still stood where he'd turned on the lightsaber, As a Force Ghost unseen, simply observing until suddenly Sony's power surged and sent Deiyi flying a few paces. With a fast motion Deiyi disappeared and time once more slowed to a halt as she withdrew from Sadr's body, returning control to him. After all it was his, not hers, he could see that Sony was winded from the sudden rather ferocious assault from the Force alone. Backtracking she had a hand to her face where the lightsabers unstable bits had cut her in several places.

"she is delayed for now, her power is stronger than I had thought; Hurry, Master Siya will join you two later. While you are able, get off this planet. I can do further to delay her as this." Standing next to Sadr was Deiyi, a ghostly creature, tall and thin, her hair was long and held back by a simple clasp atop her head of apparently jade. Her clothing was of ancient jedi; yet her knowedgel was of further back, and ahead.

Yuyer smirked and watchesd the two fight, it had been a long time since he had seen Deiyi fight a Sith, possibly too long, seeing her in person after so many years was amazing. The fact that she was helping a Lost Sith made him happy, oddly so. Though it was, Siya mused, good to see Sony get bested by a dead woman. He flinched however when the broken appearing blade made contact about six different times on Sonys face and arms, narrowly missing her stomach. each hit scored a mark of contact. Deiyi knew her stances very well

Vir's mouth hung open, what the sithshit had she just witnessed ?

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The commotion had aroused the interest of someone nearby. Suddenly, everyone seemed to be forced to a standstill. Not by any mysterious power of force, or ominous appearance..but by a girl, leaning against the wall. She was dressed in a stark-white lab coat, not a scratch or scuff on it. The white glasses on her face, the observant nature of her gaze, and the device she was holding in her and all screamed "Scientist" to the group. The device was glowing a soft blue, and seemed to be what was holding them all in place like statues. With a small smirk, the girl brushed a bit of hair out of her face, and spoke to them. "So. Anyone mind telling me what all this is about?"

She walked among them, with the grace of a predator...and the smirk of one. "Anyone? Come on, don't be shy. I didn't freeze your lips." She folded her hands behind her back, standing mostly in front of them. It is worthy of noting, at this point in time, that the ghostly figures were unaffected. Whatever she had done, or was doing, was only affecting those of mortal flesh and blood. "Really, I'm interested. You've all caused such a ruckus, and made such a mess...why, I could hear it all the way from my workshop. So since you made me walk all the way over here, you might as well give some answers. Come come. Tell you what, you answer my questions and I'll answer yours. Undoubtedly you have at least one."

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For a few seconds, Sadr couldn't feel, couldn't hear, couldn't see. He would not be a witness to the female's rapid assault upon Sony. The moment he uttered the words of acceptance, his vision was paved with gold, his mind shutting down as another presence took over. For a moment, Sadr couldn't do anything.

And then consciousness was brought to him. His vision cleared and his eyes rested on the lady standing in front of him. She was dressed in ancient attire, not the kind of clothing worn by modern day Jedi, but by sages and scholars and religious figures with the Force. The Church of the Wills were the last remaining relics of such clothing's existence. Her hair was straight and completely perfect, tied on her head with a jade pendant. But her face looked familiar somehow...like he'd seen a picture of it somewhere. Someone powerful and all-knowing this being was.

"She is delayed for now," she said, only this time Sadr could see her lips moving. "Her power is stronger than I had thought; Hurry, Master Siya will join you two later. While you are able, get off this planet. I can do further to delay her as this."

And with that, time resumed. The female was gone from his field of vision and the noise from the ongoing bar fight continued. Sadr clasped the unique saberstaff on his belt and tapped Vir.

"Come on," he urged, "We gotta go. I'll explain what I know later."

And with that, he led Vir through the much larger crowd of individuals who wanted to leave now that they had witnessed weapons in play. Together, the two of them went out of the Dancing Mug and merged with the crowd of individuals all leaving the establishment, luckily avoiding the eye of HK-55 and escaping right before Red showed up to freeze everybody in place.

The two were to head to the Durasia City Spaceport, where Sadr's ship lay in wait.


Meteor has arrived, coming from Durasia City Spaceport.
Meteor has left the area, heading out into Durasia City Spaceport.

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Mitsu, walked into the establishment hoping upon hope that there would be some appropriate entertainment...someone, something, or anything that would help her get over the mental imagine of a person's future literally being them dying in 15 mins because they got so drunk, they would try to eat a darn pit viper...from a planet with giants vipers....

People and creatures are so mundane and stupid. It's always difficult with the nonintellectuals, or simple habit ones...given the nature of this new to her establishment, she was hoping to make it all go away with her favorite futuretime. Drunken Mistress Mitsu. That's what she is normally called when in her soon to be state.

"Here we go, for the umptenth time. Klirthul Yatsza." She said with the most seductive tone. She didn't need to be speaking in her tongue, but it's basically her war cry for drinking. Traditions should never die.

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The bar doors slid open allowing the purple cat to enter. Attila was a calm critter and at the moment sought food and drink. Ambling to a nearby table he was directed to a lower level walkway and told the bar was down there. Moving fast to stay just out of the range of kicking fit. Attila came to where he sought. a well designed bar. seedy in appearance yet very well kept and clean.

Going to the bar he climbed onto a stool and took a seat. "A beer please, and some of this, whats this, skuzzi spits ? I'lltake a full rack of it." Attila wanted food. and Skuzzi Spits was basically a kebab of some kind

Mitsusawa, Yamane has arrived, coming from Durasia City Spaceport.

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Mitsusawa, Yamane moves to where she is directed. Which happens to be inside where all the fine liquor, and bad trouble should hopefully be. She was particularly interested in the...small creature that looked have hurried past all the stepping customers. Although she 'walked in', if anyone cared to notice, she was now 'floating' her way towards the bar.

"Give me the strongest, biggest, dirtiest glass of something you find every bit as sour as I feel. If you cant do that, a stout will be fine."

Attila has arrived, coming from Durasia City Spaceport.

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At the womans request the bar tender, an alien creature with four arms, mixed up a strong stout and set it on the bartop. "Anything to go with that. " the alien asked, the baselisk was a older fellow. An order came up for Skuzzi Spits and it was taken to the stool next to the woman. A cat sat there, almost humanlike actually it was rather comical to see. "Your order" The alien chef said to Attila.

"Thank you, my compliments to the chef!" Attila said, he raised his wine to the woman next to him. "Cheers" he said before sticking a kebab in his mouth and munching down on it

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Mitsusawa, Yamane was about to answer the basilisk, but the turned to what looked to be a humanoid cat of sorts. Her eyes look the creature up and down, and she found solace in the fact that this creature was so in the current moment, that he wasn't giving off any waves of energy that triggered her clairvoyant abilities. It was nice change of pace to not look at someone and see glimpses of thier past or future, based on strong emotional leakage of energy.

She turned back to the bartender.

"Basilisk, I'll take a lox sandwich. Bring two." She sad in a tone that if you listened closes shifted between two pitches. At one point it would sound like two voices. But the music might have drowned that out.

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"Two Lox comin' up!" The Basalisk replied to the order, holding up one hand with the twofingers raised and two more writing up the order the third pulling up his pants over his asscrack.

The other eater in the bar, the place had a live band playing a good tune, something along the lines of "Monty Python" or some such. Infact if Mitsusawa saw Attilas future or brief past, she'd she starlines, follow3ed by the emptying of a stomach. Which was why Attila was more focused on his meal at that moment than anything else. Attila then asked for a sports listing of teams still in the zone. Animus Core was a huge deal and bets were taken hourly.

Watching on the screen as the maze was built. it was going to be an interesting event to be sure. four different people who had never met doing a round of Wolfpack, well worth betting on. Attila placed a dozen credits on the Preacher, and half that on the Lady Maverick.Of course Lady Mavrick got first kill. but he still had money on the Preacher to get high score.

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Mitsusawa, Yamane looks up as she takes a very long sip from her beverage, clearing half of it in one go.

"Well, you seem quite interested in making bets for both parties. Anyone every tell you to not split bets? It's bad for your pockets." Mitsu stated in multitones again. Her voice constantly switching pitches and tones. As if trying to find the right one that attracts the most amount of attention from the young cat humanoid.

She turned to the bartender.

Mitsu placed two dozen credits on The Preacher.

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"Well, betting on the outcome of jepardy is well and fun, but this better" Attila said scarfing down another kebab. he made a request for a second or was that third ? round of Skuzzi Spits as he continued to watch the game, Wolfpack went for 25 rounds, and since there were four of them, the guy as Preacher was skilled as he kept the lead rather well.

The Basalisk came back to the eating area from the kitchen, in his arms was a large plate of two good sized Lox sandwiches, and a large masket of mexican style chips and a halkf dozen eggrolls, he also had a refill for Mitsu's stout and Attilas wine

Attila watched the third round begin, the Preacher and Lady Maverick in a dead heat on score keeping. the other two, a Sentiunel and trickster, kept killing each other silly. Attila then set his wine glass on the bar top and held out a pawlike hand to Mitsu in greeting. "Pleasure to meet you, I'm Attila, room mate of Grimmy and occasional pet of Mother Goose." he said introducing himself to Mitsu

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Mitsusawa, Yamane consumed the later half of the stout upon seeing the basilisk come from the back. She gladly accepted the new refill with a nod of her head. She also found it curious that basilisk seemed to look, somehow happy? What an odd thing his aura was giving off. He certainly didn't look it. She found his appearance quite unappealing and seemingly joyless. But maybe she was wrong about his initial appearance. Or maybe he was just happy to serve her, as most men tend to be upon hearing her voice shift to thier frequency of appeal.

She stopped thinking about it once she received her food. She started sloppily eating one of the lox sandwiches. Uncaring of her etiquette. She would scarf the thing down between gulps of her stout, in complete contrast to her sultry voice and movements.

Finishing one of the sandwiches, she would finally look over to see the little paw outstretched and an offer of friendship being made. She took his hand introduced herself.

"Call me Mist, short for Mistress, for you aren't yet worthy of my name. Unbothered to make your acquaintance." Mitsu shifted a little after taking the handshake.

She would gesture at the drink.

"Knock a few more of those back and maybe you will be."

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By then of course Attila was hammered, two wines and he was down, but then he did something odd. "A pretty name, Mist, I like it." He smacked on the bar, carusing the coffee cup of the patron next to him to freak out and explode. "Bartender!!.... oh excuse me" Attila broushed the ruined coffee mug aside. "Bartender, the wine keg please, Oh, and a funnel"

The tenth round was about to begin and once more the Preacher and The Lady Maverick were still in a dead heat. The Basalisk was indeed happy to own the Dancing Mug, daily bar fights happened in that place, and yet somehow, the Basalisk, a currently as yet named fellow whos last named ended with "dax" was actually a good .... well, calling a Basalisk a man was bad manners. So he was a happy thing.

Tossing aside the fountain after unstopping the keg of wine, Attila said as he held the cork, "First ot let it breathe....." He waited a beat, then two, then three themn pitched the cork over his shoulder "ENOUGH not to drink!" and he just up and tilted the keg into the funny into his maw and guzzled.

It looked like Mitsu had her drinking buddy.