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Basil turned to look at the boy. "Hey there~ you watching Xueqing sleep too?"

The overtired Mathius was sat at a table asleep.

Sue smirked as she eyed Mathius across the bar. Licking her lips, she remarked to Ami and Ubba, "Should we let him sleep? I know we want drinks, but... he looks so peaceful~ heh~ unless Fumi is around somewhere?"

Could also be witnessed napping, service cap over his eyes, boots on a table, guards upon sides. The slumber was not entirely restful, war flashbacks no doubt, fingers twitched near the bolt revolver bolstered to his belt. Occasionally he would mutter words.

The... Emperor wills it... no... retreat... hrm... see to it that I am not mocked.

He stretched some before returning to sleep.

"We might want him to sleep, Sue Watanabe. Then she stared when she heard the Lord General speak quietly in his sleep. She waved her hands to the guards to let her close as she found a blanket on him.

"Stay warm, Lord General Aleksandr," she said softly to him as took a seat again.

Sue nodded before Ami went to check on the general. When Ami came back, she was smiling, and already smoking her pipe.

"So, you sure care about the general, huh? That was sweet - putting a blanket on the guy."

Meanwhile...

Sue bot had sneaked over to the sleeping Mathius, as Sue wasn't looking, and started to play with his hair while giggling to herself, hoping he would wake up. She was determined to get lady Sidonia her fireball!

She had blushed a little moment from Sue then returned back to a stern look on her face, "Ahem...Yeah, he gave me a chance!" She nodded as she looked at her Lord General. She knew he was proud of her feats and it will only get better.

She took out a cigarette and started to take a drag off it. "Is there a problem?" she asked quietly as she kept taking drag from her cig.

Sue grinned. "Oooooh... defensive~ you love him~" Sue remarked with a sly tone. "Did i hit the nail on the head~?"

She blushed again. L..ov...e him?" she said as she stutter a little while thinking what Sue said. "No! It's not like that. He is older than me," she said cautiously to not say the wrong words. She hoped the Lord General would wake up soon.

"And you nailed nothing!" she said as she kept smoking her cigarette as her face was flushed still.

"Heh."

She looked at Verity with a stern look on her face. "What was that for?" she asked as she took a drag of her cigarette.

"I'm amused by your floundering denial. You're not doing anyone any favours. At least Nicki over there doesn't try to pretend what she is."

"Verity is right."

Her face flushed a bright red from anger but kept it under control. "I know you more than you think. You are rebellious as I was. You have no discipline,
" she said. "And I don't pretend," she said as she looked straight at Nicki.

"So what else do you want to say about me?" she said as she retained her composure. She did at one point got chased by the law. Now she was the law. And she didn't know how she felt about them as her purple eyes stayed on both of them.

"Are you a deliberately ignorant fool or an uninformed fool? I can't tell."

Watching Ami give Aleksandr a blanket and then proceed to get all flustered amuses Esme greatly; it’s like watching her younger self. “No need to hide it,” she says with a wicked smile on her face. “I’ve been there. I was much younger than you when I enlisted, and if you think I was immune to being surrounded by buff men in armor—especially the ones who outranked me—you’re sadly mistaken.“

She calls over to Sue Bot, “Hey, if he’s trying to get some rest, don’t worry about that fireball. I’ll manage.” It’s pained, the way she says it, and she immediately starts digging through her bag for a new painkiller cartridge to slot into her leg.

She stayed calmed as she looked at Verity. "What do you mean by that?! I am neither," she said as she stood up and glared at Verity. Violence is not allowed here, she thought as she sat back down. "Are you talking about me and Aleksandr?!" she exclaimed loudly as she kept smoking her cig.

She heard Esme talk about Aleksandr. "I might...Nothing. I am just his soldier. Nothing else. Leave it at that, Esme," she said as she sighed a little.

((Ereth enters the scene))

Suddenly the roof gives way with a loud crash and the harpy tumbles onto one of the tables with a loud bang, feathers and bits of wood flying everywhere. He croaks in pain and stumbles to his feet, disoriented he shakes himself off and looks around with wide, piercing eyes and a look of shock on his face.
'Where am I?' The question doesn't leave his lips, but is a boom that reaches the mind through telepathy.

She saluted to the newcomer as she said, "Welcome to Trixie's Tavern! Come have a seat," she said with a grin on her face.