"As new as I could be. First time. Why, do you come here often?" He'd yell across the room, eyes meeting with Dante's. Eye contact seemed to be important, so staring at someone should be the best way to communicate, right?
Well, This bar is made for relaxing and stuff like that.
"and dumb moments."
Indeed.
"Ah, so this is a place to relax. I guess that makes sense, given what's in the air. What are your names, both of you?" Mono was ever-curious, his glowing white eyes scanning and searching and observing.
Mono wrote:
Mono's ears perked up and he strolled over to Medea, bowing. "I suppose neither of us are able to talk about oddness, though. Such is the problems of an immortal. My name is Mono, and you, Man of the Dead?"
"I suppose you mean necromancer, yes I am.." he nodded
"Hm. My name's Oswald 'Ozzy' Brown, but you can just call me Ozzy for short." Ozzy said, taking his hat off and then dusted the hat off.
Call me Dante. This is my brother Vergil.
"I've always wondered what information could be drawn from the past, so your power interests me. I want to learn all I can about these...humans." The word was unfamiliar, as though he was still testing it out. So, Ozzy, what brings you. Same reason?
"Well.. if I decide to bring back the soul, I can do so.. I can extract information and quotes that way, but, I can always use the body itself to review history" he said
Max wrote:
Poquito wrote:
Poquito scrunched his nose at the scent of the joint Max lit, so he grabbed the tissue and instead of wiping his eyes, covered his nose instead.
"I- I am Poquito." He stated. "I am Poquito Pasado-Oscuro Del Ciudad!"
"I- I am Poquito." He stated. "I am Poquito Pasado-Oscuro Del Ciudad!"
Max: aleoght now you mentioned a man when we first met who is he * he said as he went to role down the window just a little bit *
"Um, my.. My boss, yes." Poquito stuttered. "He is.. my boss?" He said, and he wasn't trying to lie, he was being serious.
Natasha gets to work on cleaning up the tables, wiping them down and returning dishes and cups to the bar top. Humming as she works.
"Yeah? What's your favorite quote you've ever found?"
Max: alright now who is this guy i know he’s your boss but what’s he do Mafia gangs that kinda stuff * he said as he would keep the smoke in the van for longer to get more out of poquito *
"Sciocco! Non lo sai? Mafias and gangs are different."
Max wrote:
Max: alright now who is this guy i know he’s your boss but what’s he do Mafia gangs that kinda stuff * he said as he would keep the smoke in the van for longer to get more out of poquito *
Poquito sniffled, "He has a gang, yes."
His voice cracked again, "Can I please go now?" He sobbed, still shaking, and the smoke burning his eyes didn't help his crying.
Mono wrote:
"I've always wondered what information could be drawn from the past, so your power interests me. I want to learn all I can about these...humans." The word was unfamiliar, as though he was still testing it out. So, Ozzy, what brings you. Same reason?
"Ehh. No. This hat just leaded me here in case I needed a break from fighting. This isn't no ordinary hat, though. It was some ancient evil trying to revive itself after it tried to posess me. I barely even got affected by it nonetheless." Ozzy shrugs, not even surprised.
"Oh, interesting! You must have some neat- Pardon." Mono's expression tightened as he picked up the cries of Poquito, walking out and toward the van. The sound of crying brought back memories from his time captive because he had learned exactly what caused a humanoid to make that specific noise. "Open up right now and release your captive, or I will rip the door off of this machine and get them myself." He'd say, deadly serious.
"Its a van, calm down new friend.." he said, following out, bringing his staff along with him.. "He tried to steal from the register, to my knowledge Max is just talking with him.."
Poquito heard Mono speaking, perking his head up, then heard Medea talking.
His heart sunk, worried he'd still have to stay in this smoke filled van with this strange man questioning him.
His heart sunk, worried he'd still have to stay in this smoke filled van with this strange man questioning him.
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