The three later went to a booth in a far corner, making sure no one of the Uchiha Clan saw them. They ordered food and drinks. Once they knew that they were in the clear, they took their masks and hoods off.
He bursts into the bar
Isaac was hit by the door! I guess he was in front of the door after tapping the walls. "A-"
"Nyeh?" he'd close the door slightly to see he'd hit Isaac "are you okay?" The little titan would ask feeling guilty
Isaac got up. His nose is bleeding now. "Agh.. Yeah i guess i'm okay.. I'm gonna need a napkin though.."
He'd climbed onto a table and grabbed some napkins for Isaac and also grabbed an apple juice, or in his perspective, a box of apple blood "Here." He'd offered Isaac the napkins and "Apple blood"
Isaac grabbed the napkins and looked at the "Apple blood". ",,,This is Apple Juice, not Apple Blood.."
He seemed confused by the word juice "What's a juice?" He'd stared at Isaac like he was going crazy
Isaac just facepalmed and sighs. "Nevermind.."
He'd seemed actually curious on what juice is "The boiling isles doesn't have anything called juice" He'd taken out something labeled apple blood "We only have fruit blood"
Isaac crossed his arms then leaned back. "Ehh.. At least it's better than fighting monsters in that dreaded basement. I had to use my tears to kill them..."
He seemed slightly concerned for isaac "Well, I've fought demons with my bare claws" This was his attempt at making Isaac feel better
"Huh.. Interesting.. Reminds me of that one time i went into that angel room and saw something called a "Spirit Sword"..." Isaac said. Remembering something.
He took out a staff with an owl on it "we have staves" He tapped it on the floor and the owl palisman came to life
he had taken off his helmet staring at it at the crack almost seeing the gunfire from that day SPARTAN's were bred to kill...so why was he so broken?
Zina walked over "you don't need that" For once she seemed...focused "its for one damaged and two I'm sure it gives you a bad taste in your mouth"
his storm grey eyes were cloudy just staring into his helmet a death grip on his helmet
"Fair, got a grude on something?" She didn't mind going to kill other worldly beings, not her job to save them "Lets talk, I see your work has started crawling under your skin, Right?"
"its not my work...its what i failed to do..."
"Fair, you know you can't change the past, Tho you've likely heard that in the past"
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