Night 56: Crossroader's Bar and Casino (Doyleton)

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[from here]

The bar was relatively... No, incorrect, exactly the same as he recalled. He gave an idle hmph, disappointed somewhat in the lack of surprise. From what he remembered, even the chairs were spaced the same. He wasted no time with his movements, trodding to behind the bar, sword hanging at his side. Five steps in, and the bottles of

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[she_is_ruin]

A kind offer, if time and circumstances were equally kind, but Yomi wasn’t so sure they would be. If the bar was the destination, she wasn’t confident the old man in charge had more than just a shotgun in his possession, anyway. The Sheriff’s Office, meanwhile, was a hop and a skip away… only it wasn’t wise to get too ahead of herself. Items that could be used in a melee were the best to go for first.

With his eyes unceremoniously glued to her, she took to scanning around the open street, mindful of anything that could be out there, hidden from her senses. Just because the stone in her body could save it from death didn’t mean she begging to fight off Landel’s pets.

“I can hear you without all of them needing to hear you, too,” she pointed out calmly. Once the bar entrance was within reach, she waited for him to break his way inside before following. “It’s different here, with powers being altered and all. I couldn’t say for sure until it happens.” I’ve only died once, after all, and who’s to say what brought me back--the

[36_24_35]

[From here]A dry heave greeted Tifa when she fell to the thick floor of the bar and casino in Doyleton. The sound of her cough bounced off the walls and through the vacant room. Well, so much for staying anonymous in this place. As she kneeled there, frozen, her ears picked up nothing that spelled immediate danger. Truly, the longer she drew this out, the more likely Tifa would pick up a few hungry hangers on