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[mission0]

Mission enters the room, through the now kicked door adjusting his hat as he went. Then just inside he leans against the wall, pulling his wand towards him and letting his cloak swirl around him, and takes a look around at the many people in the room.

"I think I missed that adventure, I will have to come into the city more often it seems"

(Also Dakk don't assume anything about another persons character)

[Little]

"Oh, for the love of God. Yes, I'm Sof's...friend. I don't see why you're so scared. I'm not going to start being mad merely because your here. I only get mad if there's French people around, anyways."

[Dakk]

Dakk sneaks towards a chair on the bar and sits down, carefuly avoiding all the flying shenanigans and possible innuendo. He taps his sword's hilt lightly on the woodwork

"Golden salve, please."

[Gunner-Chan]

Crimson seems somewhat relived.

"Oh... Oh. For a bit there I thought... Well that you were thinking of doing... Something... Anyway mistress is helping the workers finish up some stuff on the 3rd and 4th floors... I don't think she'd mind if you dropped in on her..."

At the bar, a robotic bartender quickly pours a large mug of golden salve for the Elf.

"ENJOY YOUR DRINK SIR."

[Tack]

Looking at little. "Why are you angry then? Oh... hang on a sec."

Moving to the bottom of the stairs, Tack takes two steps up, then looks up. "Sofiaaaaaa! If you don't get your royal arse down here and give me a hug, I will take my royal arse up there and give you a hug!" He waits, expectantly.

[Dakk]

Dakk watches everything from the corner of his eyes, mumbling to himself.

"Ewwwww"

Then he takes a sip of the delishus golden salve.

[Little]

Little smiles and winks at Crimson.

"Thanks, I appreciate it."

She walks to the stairs and waits for Sof.

[Gunner-Chan]

From up the staircase comes a shout! Followed by the sound of something large falling down the stairs! Eventually a blood soaked man in a Grey set of coveralls lands in front of tack, it looks like he's been slashed to death by something... Then Sofia's voice comes from up the stairway.

"Alright alright I'm coming! God damn idiots getting in the way!"

[Little]

Little smiles, and then yells up, "Meet you halfway!"

She starts running up the stairs.

[Tack]

Tack hoists the body over his shoulder. "Me too!"
Running a few steps, Tack then realises that he has a jetpack.

[Gunner-Chan]

Sofia continues down the stairway till she meets Little, much to her surprise. Not so much Tack. She still seems covered in the hapless workers blood and seems to have foot long steel talons coming out of the fingers on her right hand...

"Little? ... Where have you been? It's been... Like months since I seen you..."

[Little]

Little smiles and hugs Sof tightly, pressing up against her.

"Well, after the party at Strife's place fell apart, I went back home. Unfortunately, hte police were also back home. A mound of blue-uniformed bodies later and I was on the run. Sorry for not keeping in touch. Really sorry. Can you forgive me?"

[Tack]

*Spurned.*


"Oh. I'll just wait here then."

[Gunner-Chan]

Sofia wraps her left arm around Little, keeping her held against her.

"Of course... It wasn't a problem I just... Well got a little worried they caught up with you. I see they almost did even."

[Duke 2.0]

(Despite my better judgment, I shall be back. If only to give this thing some direction.)

 A man with swept-back brown hair wearing a casual suit and hoisting a leather briefcase was seen wandering through the city of GD. Like many of the residents he was just going about on business within the city, trying to keep things civil in the rather tense atmosphere. Fights broke out here frequently. his man was unconcerned with that. He was a professional, and he had business to take care of.
 His destination was a new resort opened somewhere in the city. The owner had amassed quite a few objects in her inheritance of old properties within the VN quarantine. While it was illegal to smuggle objects from that forsaken wasteland to the city, these objects were valuable to collectors. And while this man could represent interest in any number of equally valuable objects, one stood out from the rest. One that had a value beyond simple money or power.
 
 The man entered the lobby and crossed the small park inside, ignoring the crowd that had formed within. His stature seemed to resist the zaniness of the whole city, like it was some condition that he was a polar opposite to. He was in no mood for interacting with anybody other than who could get his hands on the specific treasure he sought for, and was at the reception desk looking rather annoyed at the lack of any resort staff.