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[memoryistime]

*Okay, well, Shian's in a foul mood.

He's also sitting at the bar of most likely Flamvell Bar and Grill.

Drinking something that looks and smells like it could potentially kill the living. Good enough for him though, the taste is overpowering.*

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[greyerthanabyss]

::Looks at you Shian.:: You look familiar.

[memoryistime]

You sure don't, so I doubt I actually do. *drink, drink*

[greyerthanabyss]

Wow, smartass, are we. ::Holds serving tray, cocking her wide hips.::

[memoryistime]

*he takes a glance at you more fully, and then drinks more, as though in specific reaction*

It's what I'm skilled at. Snark, smartassery, sarcasm. I live and feed on it.

[greyerthanabyss]

... man, the way you talk seems really familiar. ::Looking you over.:: I can't put my finger on it.

[memoryistime]

Nothing is familiar about it. Maybe you've heard me in an interview or something for the WRGP.

[greyerthanabyss]

... You're in the WRGP? ::Seems interested.::

[memoryistime]

Yeah, I am.

I'm the captain of Team Unnaturals.

[greyerthanabyss]

... Oh, you're the guy with the Dark Diviner. Huh. So what brings you here. ::Pulls up a stool.::

[memoryistime]

*raises his half-empty glass*

Drinking. Drinking. A bit more drinking.

[greyerthanabyss]

Why. Shouldn't you be planning on how to win?

[memoryistime]

*he waves that off*

Enough planning's been done. Right now is mostly the waiting period.

[greyerthanabyss]

So, trying to get the stress of the tournament off your shoulders?

[memoryistime]

Oh, no, I'm not worried about the tournament, honestly.

I'm stressed about everything else in my current existence.

[greyerthanabyss]

... it can't be that bad.

[memoryistime]

If I could experience migraines, I'd have one constantly.