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"Of all the places I could be..." he muttered as he covered his face a little. "...it has to be a bar" he said. People around this world were lackluster, and unfortunately, a bar would be the only place where he could meet others, even if Clyde didn't drink or smoke. He just sat at a table, watching everyone as they went

As he walked into the bar, he looked around at all the people before sitting off somewhere by himself.

Jarlen wandered around looking for Shade his new found friend.

he was snoozing on a bench against the far back wall his sword digging into his shoulder due to the odd angle he chose to nap in

Dante would be sitting by a table, his feet kicked up to the table as he had his hands behind his head. Quite the careless individual he was, as despite how comfortable he was, a jumpy robot was seated next to him.

"Tell me another story!" Pathfinder demanded, as Dante just sighed. "You exhausted me of all my stories, WALL-E" he said

Jarlen looked to the bench that held Shade.”Dude. What are you still doing here?” He asked wandering over there.

"hmm i was just napping" he yawns as he wakes up

“Why does it matter what he was doing, anyway?”

And then there was the mighty Doom Slayer, who was simply standing there eyeing the living hell out of Indianapolis. He didn't like anything with horns. Demons had horns, you get the point. He would be gripping his Super Shotgun, as if the option to blow her to bits and not blow her to bits were his only option, and he was really in the mood to blow something to bits... but of course as much as he hated demons, he was in a public setting and would hate to traumatize others

“I would not be shooting at Indy if I were you. Not only does she have a nuclear bomb, but we’d all turn against you.”

"wait wha why is everyone talking about shooting?" he was still groggy

Sentinel raised an eyebrow as he looked at the Prince. "If you weren't able to tell, he wasn't planning on shooting." He stood up to walk over to them.

"Well, cutie. That man right there went to hell and killed the devil, singlehandedly cleansing demonic control from his universe for good. All over a pet bunny. I'm sure a few pretty ladies and some kids in capes will be short work for the big guy, ain't that right?" he called out to the Slayer as he simply turned to Dante, and answered with a calm yet somewhat threatening "Yes"

(It's so tempting to use asterisks for speech but this isn't Discord lol)

Jarlen shrugged.”Maybe they finally want to die?” He said. He had also just woken not too long ago and looked at the others.”What are we talking about?”

Sentinel nodded. "And I'm sure with a couple 'modifiers', it could be even shorter work." He looked at the Prince. "So, it would be best for you to simply walk away." he said in a deeper voice.

"oi first of all what the crud is going second of all she didn't do anything to you so you "walk away"

Jarlen blinked and sat next to shade on the bench. He was so confused about what was happening.

“Why in the world are you idiots making this place so damn noisy?! Unlike the rest of you, some of us are trying to enjoy a drink and relax.” Clearly, Scharnhorst was in a mood because, well, like some of her colleagues, they were trying to drink in peace.

"and now theres an angry one eyed german ship ugh this is annoying"

"First off, I wasn't talking to you or the lady. I'm only talking to Sir Arrogance over here." Sentinel stated, referring to the Prince. "So, everyone needs to cool their jets before someone gets hurt."