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"Yeah, but not as important." He glanced down to Riot briefly before looking back to the artist. He was already getting out his supplies for the job.
He pointed to the chair in the back.

"So first one sits here. We'll go one at a time." The man chuckled.

Nicodemus looked back at Riot before urging him forward. "You get to go first... because I'm oldest you get to go first. And I want mine to look like yours... but not the other way around."

The artist was surprised this man was not stumbling or vomiting by now. He didn't even smell like beer.

"Well, whom ever." The man shook his head with a laugh and readied the markers.

"It's supposta mean what it sounds like Pinky..." Nicodemus moved to the chair to the right of the one Riot was in. He rest his arms over his chest as he watched the man work. He started off with the marker and 'sketched' where the tat was going to be. This one wanted it to look right the first time.

Once a design was settled upon he withdrew the needle and begun to work on the actual permanent stuff.

"You having fun yet?" Nicodemus almost nodded off, but caught himself as the sound of the needle buzzed about the room.

"Yeah yeah, don't worry. We know how to deal with drunks all the time. Got a mop in the back as well." The artist wiped the now tattooed area with a cloth. "There." he finally spoke as he finished up the white alicorn.

"Alright big guy." He moved over to the counter. And begun prep for the second tattoo. He had another needle ready, but he wanted to set the other in anesthetic before starting the next piece. There were big mirrors all about the room for Riot to take a look at the Tat. The artist lived up to his reputation. "It'll be red for a while, remember to rub ointment on it every night. It'll help with the burning sensation."

Nicodemus huffed at Riot's comment. "I'm gonna pass out when I get to bed... and we're not home yet..." He held his arm out for the artist to work on. Right under the tat of the helic republic symbol. Something he did when he first joined. the Tat man paused for a second in surprise at the drunken cadet's incredible muscle definition. It was... unnatural. He cleared his throat and begun with the marker as before.

"So what you think bro? Its you huh?"

"But it's not my bed." Nicodemus huffed. And looked at the needle being drug across his freshly marked arm. He would get a black one to symbolize his brother and this day.

This one took slightly longer than the white one, but not by too much. They were going to be well worth the 500Zi he would have to pay for it. "Mine's all black. It's like having your face on my arm. The guys back at the base are gonna be so jealous." He laughed.

Once it was done, amazingly, Nicodemus had enough conciseness to pay the man and tip him a good 100Zi. Needless to say the man was happy to be of assistance.

At this point he was far too drunk to realize that the arm was burning. "Common bro.... we godda figure out something else to do. I don't wanna go home just yet..." He looked back at Riot and begun to head toward the door.

"No, you need your skin. Or else I just wasted 700Zi..." Nicodemus laughed. He was so distracted he had nearly run into a young woman. She looked to be about 15 years old. Her long back hair covered most of her pale white face. So white it seemed to glow in the dim lights of the streets. Nicodemus could just barely make out the woman's eyes to be a soft glowing red. Obviously she was albino. The black hair must have been a dye.

Nicodemus looked down to the woman. "Pardon there little miss." He stepped to the side, briefly looking at Riot before looking back to the strange little woman dressed in white.

She only looked between the two at first, saying nothing. This one radiated such an odd feeling. The way she stood there and glared at the two, as if to study them.

"Ih-it's alright." She finally whispered, not even looking the two in the eye. Her focus was distant as was the tone in her voice.

Even though Nicodemus was slightly (ish) drunk he picked up on this odd vibe this one was giving off. His brow quirked as he watched her, as if to see if she would do anything else. The two just stared at each other silently.

"heh... oa-fish...heh" Nicodemus chuckled to himself and moved along with Riot's push.

The girl's gaze locked onto Riot as he passed by. A smile, small but eerie, stretched her lips slightly as she looked back at the two. A blink later and she was gone. So quick it was as if she were never there.

"Bro... you really think I'mma fish? cause that would make you one too... cause I'm not going to be a fish if you're not going to be one." Nicodemus sounded a little upset, but at the same time one could pick up on the joking tone. He did not catch the creepy smile that the little girl gave to Riot before vanishing. Actually is seemed as though he had forgotten.

"Well, you can be the bear... we've been over this..." Nicodemus laughed. "I'm godzilla. and godzilla is not a fish... but a lizard."

A southward gust ran through the streets very briefly causing Nicodemus to look up toward the sky. He paused in his random purposeful babble to frown. The feeling was one he only got on the most dangerous missions...

A group of teens crossed the street and begun to laugh obnoxiously about something the loosely dressed female did. This sudden burst of laughter quickly snapped Nicodemus out of his 'trance'.

"Okay, I picked Tattoos, you get to pick next...."