Leo had been wandering through on his way to "check" on his younger brothers. (They had been quiet. Quiet is never good with little brothers!)
He sees Mugen and his sword from the back as he passes, his mind goes vaguely 'neat sword', and he doesn't stop. Then, his mind catches up with his feet, and he takes two steps back to get a better look at the back of Mugen's head. That is an interesting sword, he thinks to himself.
Never one to pass up the chance to met a master, he changes direction and sits down at the bar. "You've reminded me it is a good night for sake," he says in friendly greeting as he orders for himself.
"Mine's Mugen." Looking over -- the guy don't look like nothing he can't handle if push comes to shove -- he nods. "Show me a night that ain't a good night for sake." Tapping his finger to the bar, he asks for another cup.
The guy has two swords, after all. Yeah, he could take 'im -- he ain't met the guy yet he can't -- but not till after supper.
Kendra, sadly, has found herself in Milliways again, which makes her want to grind her teeth in angry frustration. This time, she stepped slideways into a certain door on a satellite, far, far above Earth, and instead of finding herself comfortably esconced in the Deco-cum-rampant-classicism of the JLA headquarters in Washington, DC, she finds herself here. She's taken the opportunity to take to the air outside, looking for that other flyer she saw the other night, but no damn luck.
So she glides in from outside, hovering, looking for the two people she knows here - not a lot - and sees the scruffy guy with a sword.
Since she doesn't see weapons here often - in fact, only once before - she looks at him closely, coming to ground near the bar.
Someone's watching: he could feel it. He ain't willing to put down the dumplings in his fist quite yet, but he turns around real slow and takes a look.
Perhaps because she approves. As it is, she's carrying - get ready for it - flail, halberd, truncheon strapped to her hip, long knife, short knife in a tache, and a small crossbow in a holster.
If he was a little more smooth, more practiced, he might come back with some damn hot thing like which blade you lookin' at, girlie? but he ain't more smooth, so that don't come out of his mouth.
Probably a good thing.
One shaggy head of hair nods to the seat next to him. "Lookin' don't cost nothing." He's always been a just-a-katana kind of guy: more than that, it just gets in his way.
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He sees Mugen and his sword from the back as he passes, his mind goes vaguely 'neat sword', and he doesn't stop. Then, his mind catches up with his feet, and he takes two steps back to get a better look at the back of Mugen's head. That is an interesting sword, he thinks to himself.
Never one to pass up the chance to met a master, he changes direction and sits down at the bar. "You've reminded me it is a good night for sake," he says in friendly greeting as he orders for himself.
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He ain't never seen this dude before. Taking a noisy mouthful of sake, he raises one eyebrow. The one with the scar across it.
"Who the hell are you?"
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Great. Raph in geta.
"A patron," he says politely.
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He knows what a damn patron is.
"Mine's Mugen." Looking over -- the guy don't look like nothing he can't handle if push comes to shove -- he nods. "Show me a night that ain't a good night for sake." Tapping his finger to the bar, he asks for another cup.
The guy has two swords, after all. Yeah, he could take 'im -- he ain't met the guy yet he can't -- but not till after supper.
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So she glides in from outside, hovering, looking for the two people she knows here - not a lot - and sees the scruffy guy with a sword.
Since she doesn't see weapons here often - in fact, only once before - she looks at him closely, coming to ground near the bar.
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Someone's watching: he could feel it. He ain't willing to put down the dumplings in his fist quite yet, but he turns around real slow and takes a look.
It's some chick.
"What the hell you lookin' at?"
At least she got a decent set of hooters.
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"Your blade. I notice weapons."
Perhaps because she approves. As it is, she's carrying - get ready for it - flail, halberd, truncheon strapped to her hip, long knife, short knife in a tache, and a small crossbow in a holster.
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Probably a good thing.
One shaggy head of hair nods to the seat next to him. "Lookin' don't cost nothing." He's always been a just-a-katana kind of guy: more than that, it just gets in his way.
He travels light.
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