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Meanwhile, Isaac would then walk in... with a flame on his head. "...I hate burning basement." Isaac would then flop... he's probably knocked out or just straight up dead-

"woah! How did you do that? What tech are you using?" Cairo fires off questions amazed with the replacement "oh this is definitely my style cant wait to put this to the test"

"I'd figured someone was gonna die at the moment." Natalie sighed, as she casts revive on Isaac Moriah. "This is gonna get real awkward real fast anyway." She said, as she went to a chair, then sipped on a cup of coffee.

"I am slowly losing count on how many people have died in this place and it's annoying me much. Like, that's just stupid otherwise to keep count on how many times people died in this place, but it's kinda my fault for having nothing better to do at this place anyway."

"Its simply my wifes power, there not much too it" she shrugs as there really isnt-

"Then stop reviving them?" She suggest walking over, she then slips and falls on the floor dropping her food "I-" she sighs amd gives up

Troy was leaning against one of the bar's walls with a cigarette in his mouth.

*I enter* "Okay..."

Mouse enters the bar quietly, not being noticed by those with normal perception capabilities. She jumped onto an empty table and began surveying her surroundings.

Salty just kinda acknowledged the cats presence she didn't care enough to go after it but she blinked slowly as if greeting them from across the room

Mouse narrowed her eyes at Salty, blinked back, and resumed her vigil over the bar.

Drael entered and sat on a sofa. He looked at Mouse and he grinned slightly before resting and closed his eyes.

Mouse blinked at Drael and crept up to the couch he was sitting on. She gracefully jumped onto it and sat beside him.

Arch just kinda looked at the large man sitting on the couch, she decides not to tempt it and sit somewhere else, for example thr other side of the bar-

Being mindful of his own incomprehensible physical strength, he lightly petted the cat that was sitting next to him.

*Jokes walks in*

Cue Peanut just flopping in. Pretty bruised once more. "Ack- God dammit-" ...There's like 5 arrows on the back of his head. I'm surprised none of them hits the brain.

Amante pranced into the bar, sniffing out a luxurious smell that came from behind the counter.
His tail was wagging from underneath his skirt. Then he noticed Peanut and paused, carefully stepping his hooves towards him and carefully pulling out one of the arrows.

"You okay?" He asked in a soft voice, looking at the bloodied arrow in his hand.

Peanut would then get up and pull an arrow from the back of his head. "Yeah, i'm fine. I'm often forgetting to wear a helmet in case i'm getting bombarded with arrows or such. Man, i need to stop forgetting.." Peanut said, as he just facepalms then sighed deep. He's pretty annoyed by it.

Amante stepped back once the light brown-haired guy stood up, the satyr's hooves clicking against the floor. He smiled at him, wagging his tail once more.
"I have a friend who once used a coconut for a helmet! He's funny." He said, adjusting his belt around his skirt, which had a pan flute and a few, small glace bottles of berry juice attached to it.