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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Dec 14, 2016 0:07:16 GMT -4
With relief, Michael puts the crossbow aside. He checks both bodies out into the back. Finishing that, he starts cleaning up the bar, almost restoring it to before the fight. After doing so, he heads upstairs.
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Post by llama on Dec 14, 2016 10:56:30 GMT -4
Newt looks up at you as you're cleaning up, not seeming to be inclined to get up and help out. He looks around with an extremely confused expression; Debra dancing, Jexus reading, and the gang member sobbing. "I.. uh.." He starts muttering but doesn't seem to have the willpower to continue. Getting up, he goes to the bar counter to pour himself a drink.
Heading up and peeking into the room, you see Reed with a human being with a deformed face on the ground. There is tumorous skin formed over his mouth and nose, restricting his breathing to the point of death. His eyes were also sown shut with skin, a kind of mock of the respectful thing of closing one's eyes after they die. He turns to you, looking at the battered crossbow and then to you, "Hm. How did it go?"
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Dec 14, 2016 11:02:19 GMT -4
Michael hands the crossbow back to him.
"Well, uh... I scared them off..." He stuttered, afraid of the consequences.
"So uh, why were... The uh... Gangbangers... After you?" He struggled to enunciate the words that spewed from his mouth.
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Post by llama on Dec 14, 2016 11:07:49 GMT -4
He takes it gingerly, putting it back on his other lot of baggage. Upon you saying you dealt with them, he nods with satisfaction. "Goes to show how great the Juxs are that a humble barkeep could take on three of their more senior members." He says, sarcasm cutting into the metaphorical reputation of the gang. You're not sure if this was also a sting at your current physical appearance; like, you haven't let yourself go too much.
Upon the question, Reed sighs. "I was a medic for their organization. I was trusted and put in the care of the second in command. Under cover of night, I killed him." He nods towards the body on the ground, inferring that was the same way he did it.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Dec 14, 2016 19:14:39 GMT -4
Michael looked at the body and back at Reed. "That's, uhh... pretty intense..." He said. "I kind of, uhh... need you to get out of my bar for a few days... I don't want to deal with more trouble..." Michael said to Reed. He clenched his fingers briefly. Nervous. Tired.
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Post by llama on Dec 14, 2016 21:19:10 GMT -4
Reed shrugs a bit, pulling out a wooden pipe and packing it with some tobacco following it with a light. "You may get trouble whether you like it or not. Jux aren't going to let you get away with whatever you did with that crossbow." He motions his head towards the large head-shaped damage in the crossbow. "Still, I reckon I should leave. Don't want to stick around when they send a small army to take this place."
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Dec 14, 2016 21:44:51 GMT -4
Michael was shocked, but at the same time, he knew it was coming.
"Yeah... You, uh, go do that." He said. He probably either needed to set up traps or defenses against the gang, or lie low for awhile. He was probably going to set up traps/defenses.
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Post by llama on Dec 15, 2016 9:46:38 GMT -4
Reed nods, puffing a stream of smoke out from the corners of his lips. "Don't take my word for it but it'll probably be at night. Next night." Tilting his head and giving a look that says thought, he continues, "Will be rough. You can take my word on that."
For crying out loud, this certainly wasn't what Cooke and planned for the now present future of this bar.. still, you're sure you can preserve or damned well die trying to. Maybe some of your recent bar goers wouldn't be opposed to defending this place?
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Dec 15, 2016 21:51:39 GMT -4
Yeah, that makes sense. Before Michael left the room, he asked Reed to dispose of the body. After that he left the room, and proceeded downstairs. He decided to ask the hafling Debra first. He approached her, and spoke.
"Hey... Uh, Debra..."
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Post by llama on Dec 16, 2016 9:35:31 GMT -4
She was still fucking dancing when you went down the stairs, granted the dancing was slower than during the more intense parts of the fight. When you talk to her she abruptly stops, looking to you with a grin, "Woah, hey Michael! You should try this herb that some guy out back gave me.. puts you right into a trance! One whiff and all you'll want to do is dance till you die!" She shoves the herb towards you, putting it dangerously close to your face.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Dec 26, 2016 21:33:40 GMT -4
Michael shoved it aside.
"Maybe later. Look, There's going to be... Some bad guys coming soon. I need you to help me defend the place." Michael explained worriedly. If there's anything you want, I'll owe you... Just help me."
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Post by llama on Dec 29, 2016 15:31:05 GMT -4
She gives a 'wow, rude' facial expression but then focuses on what you're saying. "Yeah, now that you mention it, this whole place is kinda.. I don't know.. dirtier than usual?" She glances over to a portrait of Youfre, a splatter of blood across the exposed bosom, "Yeah.." Hopping down from the table, she pockets the herb, putting it safely away from you, even though it is already safely away considering her height.
"You know, I guess I could gather up some suitors. I'm kinda still wasted from this thing.. maybe you could go and gather them up?"
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