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"I honestly don't know if you're making sense or not. That last statement confused me actually and now everything is a blur. Nonetheless, I got the jist of it. Sorry you have to deal with our opposing philosophies." She figured that at this point, discussing the matter with him further would be the same old dance as before. It would be no fun for her and likely not for him either.

Accepting Hasamoto's offer, she scooped up her drink and held it up, gesturing for Valin to do the same. Not much for socializing, every once in a while, she could tolerate it. Best to exploit those moments for what they were.

"Let's do as the samurai says and enjoy the burn of sake down our throats. I've heard talk of your native drinks, and I doubt ours compare, but it's still good and worth the experience." Sighing, she gazed at the glass full of liquid wondering about the other things her mind tangled with at such times. It was actually good, she realized, that she suffered from such chronic headaches. The others were safer for it she realized...well were the situation hostile.

Valin must drink some tough stuff, to down Sake so easily. It left Konosuke's mouth hanging open everso slightly. But only for a moment. It quickly became a large smile again, followed by laughter.

"You're a strange fellow, that's for sure. I like you."

He lifted his glass and sipped at the firey liquid lightly. Afterall, it wouldn't do to get drunk in front of new friends. He two katanas clicked softly against each other in their sheaths as Kono shifted his weight on the barstool.

"By the way, Valin-san....what the devil was that thing you were waving around before?"

It looked like an arm to the samurai, but unlike he had ever seen. Not of flesh and blood, but metal and mechanics.

Unlike Red, Valin felt no effects at all. Didn't feel like it and, with his powers, was more than able to get the intoxicating effects to just go away. Pretty standard Jedi trick.

Valin smiled at the man's comment and rolled up his left sleeve to expose the rest of the black-and-gold prosthetic limb up to the point where it met the flesh of arm just below the elbow, "I lost it in the war back home. Got fitted with this replacement - a fully capable prosthetic limb. I always work on it, improving this and that. It's as good, if not better, than the real thing." He flexed the fingers, which moved naturally as if they were real fingers attached to a real hand.

"Takes for calling me strange - I like being strange," The Jedi said with a big, goofy smile under his goatee.

Tacitus fell through the ceiling.

No, really, he did.

Apparently he had been doing his bad-a** stance on the roof and tried for some cool special effects, instead becoming ethereal and falling, well, quite some distance. He wouldn't stop to chat, however, as he kept falling, right through the floor and beyond. Good thing he was ethereal or the center of the earth wouldn't be any fun. He could always utilize some form of instant transmission to alter his time-space coordinates, but when you're falling through a building, you tend to forget s**t like that.

((Had this kicking in my head all day. Kept me from killing Tommy with the jackhammer. XD))

"Very rare to see you so frequently," Red commented as Kendo made himself comfortable. Her tutor was the type to arrive and then leave for periods much longer than those marking his presence. Him still being here meant to her that when he did leave, it would me for a much longer span than now. So be it.

"If you like I can fetch you a glass." As she spoke a clean crystal cylinder slid across the counter to his left to be ignored or used, she didn't care which.

"Tell me if I may what brings you to the club so often these days? Would it have something to do with Epithany or are there more pressing matters for you to attend to?" Curious enough herself, and not needing to engage Hasamoto or Valin to listen to them, she figured it would be best to keep her mentor some company since she was never on edge with him, unlike the fool that fell through the floor just a moment before. Something in her wanted to slap him hard enough to remind him he wasn't all powerful, but she'd have enough luck touching him if he didn't will it, which defeated the purpose.

"It has taken quite a few years of practice, and it's still not perfected. But, as you can see, it's kept me alive."

A slow smirk crossed Konosuke's face, though his eye was drawn to the other kitsune Red-san now spoke to, and the strange man passing through the floor for a moment. But only a moment, before his blue-grey eye was back on Valin.

"Perhaps, if you are interested, we could have a bit of sport sometime? What type of blade do you use, Valin-san?"

Raising his eyebrow at the man who had just plunged through the ceiling he shrugged returning his attention to the others. Being a mage, such a sight only momentarily grabbed his attention. Breaking the laws of physics was something near commonplace these days.

But none the less it was still worth noticing every once in awhile. Drumming his fingertips atop the counter he surveyed the different beverages lining the wall. Remarking at the myriad of choices he smirked wondering how anyone could ever really choose. So many tastes to try and only one tongue to do as such. Settling his attention on Red he smiled beneath his scarves.

"Haha...I suppose my appearances are usually more sparse."

Accepting her offer he bowed his head in appreciation.

"What brings me about these days I suppose is the same reason why many others have returned. The presence of a strong threat is apparent and I wish to observe things as they come. My wanderings have been baseless of late. Thus a little focus breaks the monotony."

Adjusting his scarves as to allow for drinking he one would be surprised to see how youthful it looked. Permanently frozen in the guise of a man in his early 20's if not for the wizened gaze that hung behind the spectacles he wore one would be fooled. Like most Kitsunes he had an unearthly attractiveness, but lacking the normal alluring aura they usually exuded.