A blond-haired man with ice-blue eyes and standing at a respectable height of 6 ft walked in, his black business suit was clean and his Hispanic dress shoes polished, the Outcasts sure knew how to make shoes. He smiled to himself as a pair of muscular and rather rugged men in suits stood on either side of him, one could tell they were the 'Muscle' while the blond-haired man was the brains, although appearances were deceiving.
As he walked calmly to a small table near the corner he sat down, the thugs standing behind him on either side, looking around carefully for any signs of trouble to their boss.
With a sigh he waved one of the thugs down so he could speak to him.
"Mr Mentez, would you be so kind as to walk up to the host and request a bottle of Gallic wine?" he requested in a calm and polite manner, the brutish thug nodded and headed on over to the Bar while the other remained near his boss's side.
Monty, a high ranking member of the Sirius Cartel, sighed as he waited for the thug to aquire a bottle of wine for him, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small orange pill which he downed quickly, he seemed to relax after a moment, folding his hands on the table's top as he felt the pill take effect, suppressing his alternate personality and allowing his own to remain fully in control...
X walked into the pub, not that anyone would really recognize him, as not many people had ever seen him. He stood at seven and a half feet, and was wearing the same armour he always did, pitch-black plated gear, nearly impenetrable steel. X was also wearing his helmet, that was elongated and perfectly fit the shape of his head, two 'prongs' coming from the sides, just above his neck, to the tip of his snout...
... And he was armed, too. A four foot rifle slung over his back, holding a pistol in his right hand, one that was large even for him. Its size was only justified by its power - sixty calibers.
X approached the bar, giving a wry grin to the bar-tend and spoke in a calm manner., "Bottle of whiskey, if you'd be so kind." The bar-tend nodded hesitantly, a man drawing his gun, his hand shaking as he pointed it at X, X only growling at the idiot. "I wouldn't suggest that..." The man ignored him, X grabbing the barrel of the pistol and ramming the man's wrist into the table with a thud. The man yelped, X taking the bottle and walking to a lone table in the far corner of the room.
Kane shrugged at the old man, and eyed the monstrosity that just shot at him, he quirked an eyebrow, then laughed..
Oh bloody hell.. What the hell are you supposed to be? Some kind of genetic experiment? Oh, wait, let me guess, your mom was a canine, and your father was a weirdo with a thing for animals?
[font=Arial Black][color=#66FF99]Kane laughed again.. Then he saw X walk in he quirked an eyebrow again...
What.. The.. Hell.. Are you then?
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Took another sip of his drink as he looked at the huge thing..
Kane was wearing his usual clothes //See sig// and had a plasma pistol, of, some weird design, very high tech, nothing you'd find on the black market, strapped to his belt..
The reptile known to Sirius as X stopped beside Kane for a moment, though not actually looking to him. "Not an experiment, or some kind of hybrid, mammal." After saying this, and only this, he let off an impatient huff and continued to the lone table, bottle in his left hand, still holding his pistol in his right.
X sat down, placing the bottle - and his pistol on the table, the pistol obviously not being of human design. "Take a guess, and make it quick," he said dismissively, baring his teeth just a little.
Vixen walked up to Kane, pressing a hand onto his shoulder.
"You'll keep quiet if you want to keep your skin."
She flexed her arm, showing a sharp tint from her claws as they made four small holes in his shirt.
"These aren't for nothing."
Then she turned away from Kane, and erased him from her mind...she looked at the newcomer to the bar.
"Mammal..." She muttered. It seemed familiar, but she couldn't place exactly where she had heard it before. One advantage of a computerised mind, i guess, she thought. Cycling through everyone she had met in an instant, she felt a pang of pain at the back of her head, and winced. But she had found who she was looking at.
Sitting down opposite X, she looked at him intently.
"Well, didn't expect to see you here" She said, her eyes sparkling with a smoky golden glow.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Took a long look at each thing present around X, the armor, the shape of his form, the apparent mentioning of "Mammal", he quirked an eyebrow at the pistol, then after actually concentrating he smiled again and said
By the pistol, armor, size, way of talking and general apperance.. I'd say alien in Origin, none Sirian..
[font=Arial Black][color=#66FF99]Kane looked at X with a questioning look, and with, yes a smile..
X growled in annoyance, barking at Kane, "No, I'm that monster that kept you awake at night when you were a child... GRRRAH! Could you state any more of the obvious for me? Can't you see the scales on the open front of this damned helmet?" He then turned his head to Vixen with a snarl, grabbing his pistol at a surprising pace, pointing it at her chest, "And what would -you- want, hm?"
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