One of the best things, Yrael finds, is that the Heartless leave no mess behind when one kills them with one's teeth and claws. Nothing to fix in order to look respectable again, apart from making one's teeth and hands look like a human's again.
"Drinks first, then burning? Or drinks and burning?" Drinking after burning is right out, because there won't be much left unexploded to drink by then.
"That one then?" he asks, nodding towards a bright and lively place. At about the same moment as a pirate comes flying out, ass-first, breaking the door into splinters.
One all in black, one all in white, both clean, both with improbable hair (though Yrael will concede that Axel's is more improbable than his own), both grinning like predators looking for prey to play with?
Yes, bad news.
"And don't skimp," Yrael says, stepping up to the bar. A thick gold coin, pulled from a pocket that may not have existed before Yrael reached into it, and may not exist now, is spun against the uneven wooden counter.
"Drinks first, then burning? Or drinks and burning?" Drinking after burning is right out, because there won't be much left unexploded to drink by then.
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"Drinks and burning," he replies. "Before someone beats us to it."
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He eyes a muffled derelict, drunk on the side of the road.
Yrael decides to be generous.
"... people. Even with allowing time for drinks."
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"Care to pick a dive?" he asks, grinning still.
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Full of easily-excitable, drunken pirates whose mostly-wood-enclosed life at sea has made them react rather adversely to fire.
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"That one then?" he asks, nodding towards a bright and lively place. At about the same moment as a pirate comes flying out, ass-first, breaking the door into splinters.
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The bartender gives him an evil look, and an even eviller one for Yrael; they both look like bad news, and much too clean for Tortuga.
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Yes, bad news.
"And don't skimp," Yrael says, stepping up to the bar. A thick gold coin, pulled from a pocket that may not have existed before Yrael reached into it, and may not exist now, is spun against the uneven wooden counter.
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"No trouble, y'hear me?" he rasps.
"Sure," Axel replies, as he scoops up his drink.
There's nothing wrong with his ears.
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... that stuff burns enough on its own.
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"So where d'you wanna start?"
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Yrael's not feeling kind, tonight.
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It'll make it harder for people to get out.
No-one ever accused Axel of having a heart.
...wait.
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With proof to back it up.
"A good starting point," Yrael says, picking up his second mug once he is finished with the first. "And then?"
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"The back door."
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