"I ain' know nothin' 'bout no Omicrons," Clif says dismissively. He turns and gestures to the room of Rogues with his beer, "And I ain' sure if I'd call any of them Wolves or targets'a any sort." Clif surpressed the urge to just spill his problems as of late, but resisted. No reason to tell someone he didn't know about such things.
"Thinkin' a problems, I ain' never even hear your name or where ya from, boyo. Why don' we start with that. I'm thinkin' ya already know who Clif is."
As soon as Rashid saw Mikey's head being introduced to that big hunk of metal, he quietly backed off. Didn't want to run into another bar fight.
''And which one of you dang idiots wants me to bash their skulls into the freakin' wall !?
Realising that Mikey was still conscious from that ballistic PDA, he knew that a fight was definitely about to go down.
"Err yeah, I gotta get goin'. Nice talkin to ya Mikey..." he said, looking at Mikey with pity
With that, Rashid got up and left the table, hearing Danny White's sneering reply and Clif's garbled speech as he walked towards the exit.
Before he left, he turned to the bartender and yelled to him
"Remember; Coke with ice!"
"You got it man."
Rashid then set off to cause chaos in his new Barghest. The normal bar chatter resumed, followed by the bartender's unheard grumblings about the picky Rogue.
A man stood in the doorway, looking around the bar, he had on full black tactical gear, a small automatic weapon at his side, and a gassmask shaped like the head of a jackal.
After a few moments passed, he locked on Cliff and marched towards him.
"You, tell me what I want to know." He said in a deep and distorted voice, do to the masks respirator.
He would turn to look at Clif directly."I come from the Omicrons.... and I only know about your name since it seems pretty common around here.... seeing as you are quit-."
The man with the jackal head would have interrupted the chatter between them
"You, tell me what I want to know."
Christopher just raised his head to look at the man and his Jackal head hiding the tattoo on his wrist which would be a symbol for Anubis."How about you wait your turn to talk with him Jackal man, if you cant see hes busy with some one else, how about you go vent some of your anger on that man over there?"he points to the one who would have been trying to act tough. "Go start a yelling contest with him, me and Clif are busy here."he narrowed his eyes on the person sitting at a odd angle not liking the look of the man one bit,
David was almost finished with his bottle of wine. He had just finished telling the Bartender a good story about the last few days, while he wasn't busy, when he heard a shout.
"DAVID!"
He turned around just in time to see a hunk of metal aiming for his head. Ducking quickly, he looked towards the entrance and saw Margaret standing there, looking furious.
"Marg!" He called. "I got some wine left for ya!"
Margaret stormed towards him and almost knocked over Ibrahim, who was trying to make a hasty getaway.
''Err yeah, I gotta get goin'. Nice talkin to ya Mikey..."
''Right, be seeing ya later''
Keith didn't pay much attention as Rashid walked away from the bar.
''Me, lil' Boy. Got a Probl'm with that?''
Keith turned his head to what seemed to be some aged man, a Rogue of course, experienced one, as the man just gave his back towards Keith, ignoring him completely, stepping on Keith's anger button.
And who the hell does this moron think he is
Keith took the PDA from the floor, it wasn't too big, he guessed that was the reason he didn't faint from that impact, he turned to the other Rogue that had thrown it at him, his face was still away from Keith. He walked up to the guy, the man started turning his head around as Keith approached, the man wasn't waiting for it, Keith's fist flew, exploding on the man's jaw, dropping him out of his seat, Keith then stopped and showed the PDA.
''Ya think it's cool throwin' crap at people's heads do ya? Now, I dun' think you'd mind me crushin' this on yours eh?
"How about you wait your turn to talk with him Jackal man, if you cant see hes busy with some one else, how about you go vent some of your anger on that man over there?"
The man looked the Clif up and down once more, then turning to leave
"I will return"
Then looking Christorpher in the eye
"The masters wont be dissapointed..."
He then walks away, stalking around the bar, searching....always searching.
Roland entered the bar and swiftly moved over to his favorite spot in the darkest corner. He sat down, hood over face, and without needing asking, the bartender brought him his drink. He wondered if, for a change, anyone would even notice him, let alone bother to talk to him. He preferred his quiet, just him and his drink.
He looks up to the younger Rogue holding his PDA with one Hand, rubbing his Head with the other Hand. Danny gets up and chuckles. Taking the already broken PDA, he suddenly punches Keith into the Stomach. Caught by the Surprise and Pain, he drops to the Ground, it only took another Second as he felt Danny's right Foot at his Head aswell. Keith is lying on the ground, holding his Belly, bleeding from the Head. Danny chuckles and spits onto the Ground, Blood, directly in Front of Keith's Face.
He chuckles "Whadt're ya think ya messin' with?", Danny walks off, taking a big Glass of Ale, other Rogues open a way to the Table at the Window, where he is obviously heading to.
The Bartender knees down to Keith, helping him up. "Dude, I wouldn't try to piss that Rogue off. Really, you should stay away from him."
"Who is it doing this synthetic type of alpha beta psychedelic funkin'?"
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