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Silently, the hooded gunslinger entered Nocturne's longest standing source of food, as reputable as its endurance hinted at. Personally, Nai didn't care too much about where or even what she ate, but it was convenient to have a place that steadily provided service she could trust. Choosing a table in the corner with a view of the door as she usually did, the girl patiently waited for a waiter and quietly listed a suitable order when the waiter did arrive.
Female ✖ 20 years ✖ 5' 8" ✖ 120 lb. ✖ Black Hair ✖ Black Eyes
X XMaster ✖ Gunslinger ✖ Sub-Ninja ✖ Chaos ✖ Tempus Inexstinctus ✖ Sloth
X X X Xstrength: 5 ✖ speed: 8 ✖ dodge: 10 ✖ energy: 1300/1300 ✖ ammo: 350/350

The path of least resistance was to not bother and put up with Marcos. Of course, Nai wasn't going to listen to everything he asked her to do, but she certainly wasn't going to waste time and effort to tell him to stop. Strategy made and meal finished, Nai paid the bill and left to do more necessary things.

-Exit-
Female ✖ 20 years ✖ 5' 8" ✖ 120 lb. ✖ Black Hair ✖ Black Eyes
X XMaster ✖ Gunslinger ✖ Sub-Ninja ✖ Chaos ✖ Tempus Inexstinctus ✖ Sloth
X X X Xstrength: 5 ✖ speed: 8 ✖ dodge: 10 ✖ energy: 1300/1300 ✖ ammo: 350/350

((Couldn't really think of a better place to meet haha.))

Raziel entered the restaurant, forest green eyes scanning the crowd. For a moment he stood still, like he would just sit there and let the dust collect on him. Then however, he walked towards the steps. Walking up them seemed like an eternity, but it was worth it when he reached the top. He would walk over to the bar, resting his elbows against the cool countertop. The bartender chuckled, seeing one of his regulars. "Ace, you're late! Don't worry buddy, I already got your bottle nice and cold for ya." He said to the mechanist, who gave the man a nod and a thumbs up, showing he wasn't really in the mood for talking. the bartender would slide the large bottle of spiced rum across the countertop, and Raziel would stop the bottle with one hand before popping the top off with the other, tilting the bottle against his lips as he began to down the rum with satisfaction. Ah, the bloodbank... shitty food, terrific alcohol. That's how the mechanist saw it anyways.

Raziel would look past the neck of his bottle to see a man with hair the color of a deep blue ocean attempting to drink down his misery. Raziel had been to the bar several times before, and could usually tell just by looking at somebody when they were drinking to block out emotions. Whatever the guy was going through, it was apparently pretty tough. Waving the bartender over, He would say to him. "Hey you see this guy sitting next to me? I don't even know his name. But he looks miserable, so for the rest of the night, his drinks are on me got that?" The mechanist said, sympathizing with the man. He had been in that position before... and oftentimes found that an extra bottle usually helped. Plus, his gear labeled him as a mechanist, and an experienced one too. Maybe if he managed to strike up a conversation with the man, he could give him some pointers on building machines. The bartender would look from Raziel to Kirin before shrugging. "Well ain't you a lucky son of a b***h. I'd drink up while I still can, Ace usually ain't so nice." He said, pointing a finger over at Raziel, who simply shook his head with a serious face as he took another swig from his large bottle of rum.

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__________ Str/Spd: 4/8 xxxEnergy: 1050/1050
__________ It must be in our minds...

When he could hear his slain friend's voice no more, Zethus drunkenly thought that maybe he should get back to the fort. Slowly tallying up his tab, he dropped his due on the bar and got up. "Thanks..." he muttered as he trudged out the door with uneven steps.

[EXIT]

As the ocean blue haired mechanist would make his statement about sucking dicks, Raziel would simply shake his head and sigh. "I can do that... Just kidding, sorry to dissapoint but I don't swing that way. At all." He would state before taking another large draft from his big bottle of spiced rum. As the fiery liquid went down his throat and warmed his belly, a small and rare smile of comfort would show on the mechanists face, but only for a moment before it was gone. "Nah man, look. I can see that you're a mechanist. A pretty good one at that, judging by this badass suit here. My point being, i'm a mechanist too... but i'm just starting out, and I need some guidance. I have all of these cool blueprints... I just need somebody to help me with the fine tuning is all. That, and to teach me how to make grenades and s**t. There's not really many mechanists around, and I don't want to be another simple military dog." He said, cutting straight to the point. Raziel wasn't much one with an urge to beat around the bush... or a sense of humor. "But there's another reason... I'm tired of being overpowered by all these wolves and leeches. They all think they're so superior, just because of their blood. Ya get what i'm saying?" The black haired man would ask Kirin, drinking again from the bottle in his left hand. Raziel was beginning to feel a slight stupor coming on, as he was reaching the end of his bottle. He would almost consider himself buzzed.. almost. He would probably reach his full buzz by the end of the bottle though. As he finished the drink he would make the contents of the bottle swirl around the container absentmindedly, watching the liquid move around the bottom of the bottle in a whirlpool like swirl.