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[destroy_restart]

Tower was smoking a cigar in a corner, and observing the world.

Or, the part of it that he could see. Which was remarkably entertaining, small as it was.

[[OOC: Warnings still apply!Read the old backroom post, and his user info!]]

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[twiststheblade]

Miho is of the opinion that yes, there is something distinctly odd going on. Odd, and amusing, so there is almost the faintest hint of a laugh in her black eyes, as she sparks the ubiquitous cigarette, and heads across the bar towards Tower.

He's not exactly a friend - barely even an acquaintance - but at least he doesn't make her talk. Try to talk. Sit in awkward silence. And he also seems to have an invisible barrier around him. He makes people uncomfortable. That suits her just fine.

She sits, and nods, and offers him the briefest of smiles.

[destroy_restart]

Tower smiled back as briefly, and gave her a welcoming wave with his cigar as that particular small piece of dire fate and darkness came and sat with him.

"Between us, we can ruin empires," he murmured.

[twiststheblade]

Miho raises a curious eyebrow, and blinks at him through a rapidly thinning cloud of cigarette smoke.

That could be tempting.

[destroy_restart]

"So much doom and fate in this corner," Tower smiled, "everybody else can just turn into cheerful cuddly little sockpuppets."

[firewitandhate]

And there's, suddenly, a tall Norse deity. As a being of deceit, he usually can surprise people. Usually.

[destroy_restart]

Oh - a god. Tower had seen some pass, but hadn't talked to one yet. They tended to have rathe expansive fates, compared to mortals.

[firewitandhate]

Some more than others, and some more aware than others, as well.

"What are you?" the deity asks.

[destroy_restart]

"A Tarot card," Tower said.

[didntseeit]

He's not a puppet, which attracts her attention. She hasn't been working today, so it's jeans and sneakers and a black top rather then then other gear, but she still has the patchworked leather jacket and the gun on her hip.

"Having fun, senor?" She asks in then, watching him watch the world.

[destroy_restart]

"In this place? Always, my dear girl," Tower said, smiling up at her through his clouds of cigar smoke.

Oh, an interesting one!

[didntseeit]

That gets a smile.

"Always?"

[destroy_restart]

"Just look at all the sockpuppets," Tower said. "Something that bizarre happens almost every other day. Do you think one could make one rather colourful childs' sweater if we unravelled them all?"