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Post by DMis on Oct 3, 2019 18:50:47 GMT -5
A flash and a graceful landing. A woman looked around the area. "Well looks like a nice place. Now to set up trade with the other bars and maybe strike a deal~" she muttered as she shouldered her bag. The woman looked heavily out of time and place since her own attire looked like something a 1920's mobster would wear complete with a fedora as she walked.
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Oct 3, 2019 19:19:21 GMT -5
"And you bitch at me whenever I go a few bucks above budget on groceries."
"Shaddup I'm feeling pretentious and we just raked in the dough."
As Loba munched on what seemed to be carton of fried cockroaches, Lobo hauled a golden axe over his shoulder, the handle encrusted with precious gemstones. She raised an eyebrow at the gaudy-looking weapon. "I'm going to find an eyeball-palette cleanser now. I'm tempted to just leave you for purchasing that gaudy weapon that's just going to hang in your room." Flap, flap.
"Okay! See you later! Hmm, I wonder if they sell some old swords..."
"... Hmm... I wonder..." Flap, flap, dark yellow feather falls. "I couldn't help but overhear..."
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Post by DMis on Oct 3, 2019 19:26:49 GMT -5
The woman looked over. She blinked. "Hello," she offered. "How much did you over hear?" The woman seemed on edge as her portal closed.
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Oct 3, 2019 19:45:20 GMT -5
"Just something about setting up a bar of some sort," Loba replied. "I can detect that you're a bit like me. And by that, I mean you're a creature of phenomenal cosmic power jammed into an itty bitty little living space... who would rather focus on banal things instead of things on the galactic scale."
"Heeeeeey, this sword is really good, sis!"
Loba rolled her eyes. "Anyways, I have a bit of a... proposition. If only for my own selfish and petty reasons."
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Post by DMis on Oct 3, 2019 19:46:55 GMT -5
The woman smiled. "I'm listening. It's been a first that someone saw through my cover. Astra'lerised. Most call me Astra," she offered with an outstretched hand.
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Oct 3, 2019 20:05:53 GMT -5
"... Loba. Just call me Loba," she replied, taking the hand with a brief shake. "So, this bar of your's..." She placed a hand under her chin.
"I'll take the lot!" Eye roll.
"What kind of drinks and food do you specialize in? My brother could stand to let some of the air out of his head."
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Post by DMis on Oct 3, 2019 20:08:10 GMT -5
Astra smiled. "I haven't exactly set the shop up just yet. But it will have some fun results from the drinks. Food wise a bit of everything from my travels," she answered before looking to the other angel. "He was dropped on his head when young... wasn't he?"
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Oct 3, 2019 20:17:57 GMT -5
"... He took a few blows to the head in the past, but his skull's thick. He's just a dolt," Loba shook her head and sighed. "So... The way I see it, if he gets competition, he'll stop buying ceremonial slash decorative weapons and shut up about them..."
"Hey, sis, look what I found!" In bolted Lobo, carrying a sword apparently carved from pure crystal. "It's- It's the Blade of the Nine Realms! Would you believe that it was just hiding among the common steel?!"
"... Like I said. He's a dolt."
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Post by DMis on Oct 3, 2019 20:19:56 GMT -5
"That's a fake. It's in the style. But a fake. And I'm okay with this," Astra offered. "Also as to what my brews do- they're going to change drinkers for a week or three."
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Oct 3, 2019 20:28:53 GMT -5
"What's this about brews?" Lobo's usual dour demeanor was slowly returning, it seemed, his face slowly reverting back to its usual frown. "Hey, sis, who's this broad? She a witch or something? Because I'd like to get some poison for our deranged and estranged half-brother."
"Be nice, Lobo." Loba smacked him upside the head. "Anyways. She's here to let some of the air out of your head."
"She, uh," Lobo stammered out, taking a few steps back. "She doesn't have the Long Pointy Metal Medical Stick of Much Hurting, does she? Not because I'm afraid of needles, mind you. Far from it. Why, what on earth would give you that idea? Hahaha..."
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Post by DMis on Oct 3, 2019 20:30:55 GMT -5
"I have an assortment of weaponry and throwing pins are a favored of mine," Astra warned Lobo. "And witch I am not but brewmaster I am. I make liquors and booze of all kinds. And some yield interesting results."
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Oct 3, 2019 20:49:40 GMT -5
"Is that a threat? C'mon, put 'em up! I may be trapped in this itty-bitty living space, but I'm also a being of phenomenal cosmic power!" Lobo put his fists in the air, making punching motions.
Loba simply rolled her eyes. "He's just not happy unless he's fighting someone, making money, or around weapons."
"And she says it like it's a bad thing! C'mon! I have exclusive run-by-supernatural-creatures bar rights in this town, and I'm not about to just hand 'em over without a fight!"
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Post by DMis on Oct 3, 2019 20:51:00 GMT -5
"In the middle of some one else's establishment?How about we head elsewhere for this bar brawl?" Astra asked with a glint in her good eye.
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Oct 3, 2019 21:15:18 GMT -5
"Yeah. Sure, be that way. Come up with an excuse for not fighting me. Because you know I'll- WHOA!!"
Before Lobo could finish that threat, a pair of watery hands grabbed his shoulders, tossing him aside, landing with a high-pitched yelp. Loba made a clicking sound, shaking her head, the watery hands dissolving into a shapeless mass between her wings. She shot Astra an apologetic look.
"He doesn't like it when people intrude on his profits... or at least, people he thinks will intrude on his profits." She placed a finger to her lips. "So... you said transformative brews, did you not? How so?"
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Post by DMis on Oct 3, 2019 21:21:03 GMT -5
"Race changing, altering one's perception, maybe gifting someone powers, the usual chaos fair~" Astra offered. "And I'll still fight him if I have to."
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