John watched her friend leave and then looked back
at Cianna and shrugged Its a lot easier to stay alive
if you can spot emotions he said for example it is
good to know if someone pointing a gun at you is
likely to pull the trigger, I am no master of course.
Besides where is the fun in knowing what everyone
is thinking? he gestured at a empty chair May I sit?
"Though I fly through the valley of death, I shall fear no evil.
For I am 80,000 feet and climbing."
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Jeremy saw Ciana enter, adn could feel the bad mood ebbing off her like a chill. He sighed. Days could have been worse, and he had screamed at her to get up to help him.
Why the hell do people take orders wrong and bring three frakkin GEBS into NEW FRAKKIN YORK?
Jeremy drained more soda and asked for more.
Natsumi Hideyoshi (The Order) | Alexis Hunter (Liberty Navy) |
The new recruit Nikolai and his co-pilot Alan enter the bar and all the other agents start staring at them, with a look of contempt. Nikolai and Alan walk to the bartender.
-Hey, bartender, give us, huh, whatever new recruits drink!
The bartender gives the gentlemen two glasses with a brownish-green liquid inside. As they drink it, they both start coughing.
-Arrr! What was that?
-That, is what new recruits drink! - says the bartender.
The whole bar starts laughing at them, making them feel embarrassed.
An Order agent says: "Don't worry kiddo, It happens to all of us, haha"
"Should try that purple stuff" Georgia pointed, indicating towards a large bottle of some clear, purple liquid, "Sometimes I tell people it's made from Nomad Extract to freak them out"
She studied the fresh new recruits and went back to writing on a small pad of paper.
An old man moves by quickly, his cane clacking on the floor with each step, and his black greatcoat fluttering behind him. He adjusts his gloves as he walks past Nikolai. "It actually is..." he says, half to himself, and half to the new recruit. He continues on his way out of the bar, quickly, his steps uneven but uncharacteristically strong and enthusiastic.
"Oh!" Georgia gasped, "Well it tastes really good"
She smiled and tore off a small section of her pad, sliding it across to Nikolai. It was a neatly hand-drawn picture of a Bastet fighting off Nomads, with rather impressive shading.
Captain Tiberius sits in a corner watching the proccedings. A hint of a smile appears on his face Thinking" Ah I remember when that was me". He sees Major Hunter and nods in his direction.
Death Before Dishonour! Honour above all!
This masterpiece was made by Calego. (Iron Legion)
Robert D'Souza strolls into the lounge. Since his recent promotion, he had precious little time for amusement or indulging in his favorite passtime. It had taken some gruelling hours of over-work and arrangement of assignments to create this hour of peace.
He moved over to the Bartender, took five bottles of various sizes and sat down in a corner, preparing to gulp them all down. The young man looked at his hands, one of them hard and callused from a harsh lifestyle and constant fighting, it didn't help that he did not use gloves. The other however, looked flawless and shiny, this was the giveaway. He only had one real arm, the other was robotic in nature, and the phantom pains attacked him at regular intervals.
Wearily, he looked around the bar, and saw nothing of interest. Muttering to himself, he took up the first bottle and poured it into a glass, and started his drinking bout. It would last for while.