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Cairo enters and sits at the bar just watching the chaos unfold in confusion. "What the h*ll happened here?" He says staring at the broken window

Gwen Looked up and saw her boyfriend walking in she went up to him and brought a sprite "Its a long story"

Nolegs then looked at the others, before eating another cloudberry. "Well, people crashing into windows a bunch of times. That's what i'm saying."

By now Zero had took a break taking this time of order some cheese fries

Still holding out the gold coin to the woman whom had taken her order, the strange woman looked towards the chaos following the shattering window.

"Does this....happen often?"

She asked timidly.

Butting into the conversation, as Zero normally does when he's awake, "Im like 95% sure it's always chaos in here, but thats just a guess" he'd say shoving some fries in his mouth

"Must be tiring."

The yet to be introduced 'She-Demon' responded. Her dark, yet burning eyes still on the shattered window.

"Have you thoughtof using reinforced glass, or 'plexiglass' as the earthlings call it?"

He'd nod "Gotta cha" he'd say snapping as the wood made from his blood would change, becoming a nice glass now the window actually looked finished "Better?" He'd ask, rubbing his eyes

Suddenly, Korby then dropped from the ceiling. I assume that they've been sleeping here. Oh, and the weird thing is. They tend to roll around the floor while sleeping. Trust me, it gets real weird.

*jokes walks in*

"Wait you guys call 'scorch stoppers' 'plexi glass'? Thats a little strange aint it?" Cairo asks spinning an ice sphere in his cup

"The Earthlings do, yes. In my home, if it isn't glass, it's likely magic of some kind."

The strange being responded. Her dark, scorpion tail now swaying slightly.

"Your world has magic? Whats it like?" He asks instantly gripped by an idea he only heard in stories

"Well, yes...."

She responded, a little confused in all honesty.

"It is The Underworld, after all."

At that point, yet another person would enter, though via the door. He'd been here before, it was the shy hunter, Raziel. He look bedraggled, his clothes torn with splotches of red in places. He had a few fresh scratches on his arms and face, having likely just arrived after finishing a hunt.

He didn't speak a word to anyone other than the current barkeep, simply asking for a beer as he took a seat on one of many stools.


I am the chosen
Wretched and divine
I am the unspoken
The one they left behind

Fearless, fight until we die
I am broken
The wretched and divine

"I can use magic too, but its more like conjured from my blood rather than coming from an external force rather than magic" she'd mutter

As Emmyth entered the bar, his posture exuded a confidence that bordered on arrogance. It was as if he owned the place and the people in it. However, he was just passing through and had never been to this establishment before. The brightly colored and decorative clothes he wore were of a high quality and impeccable, all seemingly made specifically for him. He sauntered over to the bar, taking in the atmosphere and sizing up the patrons.

Once he arrived at the bar, he sat a few stools away from Raziel, a man whom he immediately judged upon sight. He looked Raziel up and down, and the expression on his face was one of dissatisfaction. With a disapproving "Hmph," he turned his nose up in the air, his judgmental gaze piercing through Raziel. Despite his apparent disdain, Emmyth ordered himself a tall drink and remained in his chair, casting similarly judgmental looks on the others as he rested an old leather book much too large for himself on the bar top.

Raziel didn't really give this stranger much more than a glance. Looking through a shaggy mess of dirty blonde hair with haunted, multicolored eyes before returning to his beer and taking a drink.

The '18' year old had been through and seen far to much to be bothered by some judgmental stranger, and his actions showed it. He continued to drink his beer silently, pausing only to grab a couple of napkins to wipe the blood from his face.


I am the chosen
Wretched and divine
I am the unspoken
The one they left behind

Fearless, fight until we die
I am broken
The wretched and divine

Emmyth's gaze shifted towards Raziel once more as he lifted his drink to his lips, his attention drawn to the napkins the other held in his hand.

"Do you always wander around so disheveled?" Emmyth queried, taking a small sip of his own drink. "Or is this a special occasion?"

The question hung in the air, laden with a hint of amusement. Emmyth's tone was casual, but his sharp eyes remained fixed on Raziel's face, studying his every movement.

"Whoa..."