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Rykle Morbius smiled and went back to drinking her rootbeer float

Mary, somehow got her hands on the cube daybreak stayed near, daybreak couldn't be too mad with her

Errine walked into the bar, their hood above their head, shrouding their face in shadow so their facial features couldn't be made out. They walked to the stools at the bar table and sat on one of the stools as they awaited someone to come take their order. When someone arrived, their voice was neither masculine nor feminine, but a mixture of both, again undistinguishable. A calico tail swung from beneath their cloak, a medium length yet fur a bit thicker than your usual house pet's. Once they were given a drink, they picked up their spoils and headed to an empty table, a cold aura emanating from them.

Hey a new face whats up dude

Insert M4 SOPMOD II, because the bar wouldn’t be lively without the girl who just seems to love destruction?

dozed off falling asleep actually asleep for the first time since her activation

gwen hey

Azumi and the Cloaker have a staredown.

"...What are we doing?", She asked the Cloaker, tilting her head.

The Cloaker immediately couldn't resist the cuteness of a fluffy canine and proceeded to squish Azumi's face.

"So cute and soft! Who'd want to dropkick you?", The Cloaker said, mesmerized by Azumi's adorableness.

Isaac just does the kazotsky on a table. "This is nice."

Rykle Morbius took out her beat's headphone studio set and played a song

"Alright, two can play that game!", Finn said to Rykle and grabbed a nearby microphone and sung impromptu lyrics, which were incoherent, but sounded nice. He beckoned for Ren to come over, who immediately ran towards Finn and played a guitar riff.

Rykle Grabbed her electric guitar and started playing

Errine had fallen asleep at their seat and looked around with a start, slightly embarrassed at how they had come to sleep. Errine became intrigued with the sudden music and went closer to listen to the musicians.

Rykle was still playing

But Mudrock, well, she made a doll out of clay. A rather living one, mind you.

Just casually working on his rifle, cleaning and making it better. With a sigh he'd pay the bartender and thank her before going back to work on the rifle

Agent is just sitting here, lighting a cigar. "Hm."

And Smolensk lights a cigarette. Because she can.