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She'd tilt her head before simply telewarping it on "There.." She'd say as the helmet began to spew orders, something about defending the traveler or something-

Kazehiki closes his eyes tightly and winces at all the orders being transmitted to the helmet. It was very loud...
In a raspy, soft voice; he quietly asks "Take it off... Too loud-"

She nods of course removing the helmet with another telewarp "Ehh, sorry I cant hear well in the middle of fights so I kinda just..-" she'd listen for a moment "The traveler's in danger? Who is the witness, why hasnt he called me yet?" She'd mutter as Everest tried to figure out a way home, the hunter placed her orginal helmet on, clenching her fist as the revolver would seem to ignite within its holster, she was not only bothered but angered by this since she should be the first to know about everythinf-

Kazehiki was curious what was going on, but it was definitely too loud for him to continue listening to, so he'd just have deal with not knowing.

...He grabbed his handkerchief and blew his nose.

She'd sigh as Everest flys back to her palm "Tell them to send someone in my place Im gonna put something together, and Ill be right there" she'd say quickly as she'd look at Kazehiki, tossing him the Shell of a ghost, the thing that covers the odd machines, it rotates almost like a rubics cube, "Play with that thing" she'd walk outside calling in her ship as she telewarps inside, just as fast as the ship appeared it vanished into the sky

(Time to go make an rp post, oh boyy-)

Kazehiki looks at the Shell of a ghost, and then looks at Tailis, nods and then gently starts to play with the rubik's cube like object.

Commence Mad Rat just attaching a sign to the ceiling, in case Kirby comes crashing through the ceiling. Btw, the sign said: "Yo, would you kindly not crash through the window?-"

Kazehiki looks at Mad Rat with curiosity, a rat that could talk?

Cue Mat Rat just looking over to Kazehiki. "Ay- Why are you looking at me for? I'm trying to make a sign in case Kirby is gonna crash through the ceiling once again."

Kazehiki nods, "Sorry." He says in a raspy, soft voice.
"I'm just interested in why you talk..." He sniffles.

Meanwhile, Kalara and her crew of Klingons are being very rowdy over at the other end of the bar.

Paradise had convinced Kemeno to come out of her puddle, Kemeno was eating large tuna, Paradise sat not too far away

Korby then suddenly got on the phone. Just to call a friend again. "Poyo! Poyo poyo poyo!" ("Kirby, i need some help! Get over here right quick!")

Kayleth approaches Korby and clears her throat. "*ahem* Poyo poyo poyo?" ("Could I be of assistance as well?")

Kazehiki was looking at Kalara and her crew of Klingons.
He didn't like them there because they were being loud and it hurt his ears, but he didn't say anything because he was too shy...

Lo and behold, yet another being would enter. A girl with pale blue skin, red eyes, stark white hair and a magnificent set of black feathery wings.

She strode in with pride, her golden sandals clicking against the wood as she made her way to the bar. After sitting down, she took a moment to straighten out her white dress before folding her hands on the counter. Taking a moment to order a simple water.

Kazehiki looks at Zara and his tired eyes seem to light up with excitement.
He runs up to her and reaches for her wings, trying to stroke the feathers on them, wondering if they were soft to the touch.

The moment she felt the slightest touch on a single feather, her massive wings snapped up and open to their full extent. Nearly as wide as the room itself.

With expert maneuvering, she stood and turned to face whoever dared try to touch her without permission, surprisingly without knocking a single thing or person over. There was a harsh look in her red eyes, lips parted in a fang baring snarl.

"Rude."

She said simply, yet harshly.

Kazehiki backs away, surprised.
In a soft, raspy voice; it sounded like he had a cold, he spoke; "Sorry miss..."

"I just...really like your wings." He says as he curls his fingers around the golden cross around his neck. "They're pretty..."

"It's not hard to ask."

She said, just a cooly but the harshness seemed to have left her voice. She folded her wings neatly back against her back, ruffling them slightly to make sure all the feathers slid in to their right place.

"They are a part of my body, I would assume you wouldn't like it if someone just randomly came up to you and started touching you all over."