Backing out for Heist.
It's been fun.
Matt paid his tab.
Perhaps he could come back some other time. When his wife and daughter aren't wondering where he is.
Who would he come dressed as next time? Gian Mancuso, perhaps? An exquisitely tailored pinstripe suit, a sexy Sicilian accent, and a taste for only the finest varieties of red wine. That should be fun.
Twirling his cane in one hand, he strode towards the door, giving a Asayu a small nod in appreciation.
Farewell, until the next time.
He opened the door, and slid back into his own world.
"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."
Ditto.
Vincent nodded. "Yeah, I can see that. You know what, I should probably get going. My colleagues will probably be wondering where I am, if they haven't written me off as a casualty already. Goodbye."
He walked out the door, pressing a few buttons on the device on his wrist as he did so.
Cathy entered from the side room, looking a bit worried. She held a tray to her side.
Someone managed to punch another person at the bar. Violence was not possible in the Cantina. Even if none of the staff members had witnessed it, a block would've happened. That must meant one thing.
One of the guests were sabotaging the Cantina.
She continued walking around, looking cheery. She would look out for any suspicious signs of high-level magic that may be negating her Cantina.
The thing with the red gold crown.
Tin gave a quick glance at Cathy. It was nice to see smiles and happy people. After a few seconds Tin got the impression she was watching him, he gave a quick shrug, and figured it was just his imagination.
It comes. The corrupter comes. Don't let it touch the tower lest all reality crumble.
The humanoid deinonychus sauntered to the bar as calmly as possible, he'd seen weird things, but randomly walking into a bar with all these different kinds of beings was the weirdest thing he'd ever seen. Taking a seat at the bar, he tapped his gloved fingers before deciding to order a glass of water.
As the glass of water lay in front of him, the being or Deinonychus, as he was more commonly known as, he pondered how he got there. Maybe he should ask one of the patrons. That might not be a good idea though, some appeared to be eyeing him suspiciously. Taking his water he headed toward an empty table [Table 3] to sit and contemplate howe he got to this Catina.
edited 30th Jul '11 3:30:29 AM by draconiansuperior