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Huff-- "Why're there a bunch of..." More deep breathing. "Little green things..." Slowly, with shaking legs, Becca gets to her feet, before stamping over to a barstool. She left her guns unattended but, hey, ya know what they say--

The first rule of firearm safety is to have fun.

"Umm, miss lady?" Fumizuki pokes Rebecca. "You left your guns behind."

"Oh, uh... have fun, kid. Have fun with 'em--"

"Huh? I already have weapons though." She gestures to the single barrelled 120mm naval gun hanging from a strap around her shoulder, and the Type 93 torpedos nestled into launchers sticking out of her backpack.

Becca's eyes go wide. "Hot DAMN, choomba! Where did you even find that stuff?"

"It's part of me. I'm a Mutsuki class destroyer."

Her lips purse, and she quirks a brow. That's... that just sounded like some crazy implants that a borderline Cyber-psycho would have.

"My name is Fumizuki."

The young demon walked into the bar, mumbling every swear word in the book. It seemed he was pissed off at the moment.

"... I'm not telling my name. You could trace me or somethin'--" She points an accusing, giant mechanical finger

The demon peered at the two girls, then sat down at a table, resting his arms on it, watching them from the table.

"Huh? I don't trace things. Like my sisters, I specialize in long-range transport and escort missions."

"Listen, choom. I don't trust a single person except for me and, if I'm intoxicated, my brother. No offense, I'm just not lookin' to have my head blown off."

Yung Din's lips bent into a smirk, amused by the conversation that the two girls were having. Truth was, trust was a terrible thing for Yung himself, as he trusted very little after...that day.

"Okie miss lady." Fumizuki smiles, and heads back to sit on the sofa.

Cue Matt just walking in, with a angry look. It may have seem like he's badly injured because he's been battling some strange beings. "Ugh, these god damn cosmic monoliths.. Always freakin' teleporting!" He said, as he just sat down on a chair. OH and he's wearing some... fire resistance armor which is pretty much made from dragon skin.

Iro looks at Rebecca " Well..arent you just a doll-" she'd mutter as she'd stand up to approach "Your body is quite odd too" she'd say smiling a bit brighter than before

Archontikos wandered around the establishment, his piercing amber irises dully scanning the vicinity and the various patrons. Nothing here seemed to peak his interest all that much. Anybody who found themselves within an arm's reach of the primordial warrior would feel a noticeable amount of heat and pressure emanating from him. Just a flick of his tail feathers would be enough to incinerate this place to nothingness . With a silent sigh, Archon would continue to trek aimlessly.

Maki just looked at him, but paid no mind to his odd aura, instead she'd warp infront of him and offered a cup of apple juice (at least it probably was-) "Welcome to the bar, have a drink, sit down, absolutely go crazy or whatever I dont know-" she'd shrug

*jokes walks in*