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[earth_quaked]

Not all of Tuxedo Kamen's business takes him to the rooftops in daring rescues of young lasses who are being mugged or mercilessly molested by malicious monsters. Sometimes, he must bury himself in the darkest depths of Osaka, going to the seediest bars to gather information and pass out beatings to avenge some innocent. Such business finds him in

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[windunchained]

"Master!" As soon as he takes in enough of scene to have the remotest of idea of what's occurring in front of him, Zoisite runs the remaining distance, stopping just before Mamoru. He looks to the... interesting... clientele, to the man with his face in the sink, to Tuxedo Kamen.

Apparently, Mamoru's choice to drown the man meets with approval, or at least no objection. If anything, from the serious look Zoisite levels at others nearby, it's not hard to guess they'd receive the same treatment at a word from the man in the top hat.

[earth_quaked]

"Oh Lord." He buries his face in a hand and barely manages to resist shaking it despondently. Why. Of all the people who could come through the door and put themselves down protectively in front of him, it had to be his stalker from another dimension.

Ritsuko smiles, leaning in to display a fairly hairy chest through the gap in the dress. "Is this-"

"NO." It's almost too fast of an answer, and the masked man regrets hissing it out so quickly, but it's done. "...And you. Don't call me Master."

[windunchained]

"Master!" he protests, predictably. In fact, if anything, he is even louder and more insistent. This is probably not going to become Mamoru's day anytime soon.

He does, however, also move on. "What has happened here?"

[earth_quaked]

He sighs, a long, ragged sigh of frustration, and gathers his temper in both hands. Metaphorically speaking, of course. "Oh, I've just decided to help the police on a small matter." Meaning that if his fiancee found out, he risks The Couch again.

Ritsuko nudges him with a finger. "Ah. Masked Cutie? He's stopped twitching."

Tuxedo Kamen blinks, then looks down at the man. "Ah! So he has." He jerks the man's head out of the water, then strikes him on the chest, sending a spray from between the man's lips. "Ready to talk yet?"

Gasping for air, the man nods weakly, but it's probably going to be a moment before he manages to get more than "Girl." and "Apartment." out.

[freezingkiss]

There's an awkwardly long silence where Chibiusa is staring in dumbfounded horror at her father-to-be torturing someone with such a casual attitude.

Everything about this is absolutely wrong. Chibiusa's world is turned upside-down. ...Even if this one's not from hers.

"Tuxedo Kamen-sama, what are you DOING?!"

[earth_quaked]

There's a long pause as everyone in the room carefully turns to examine Chibi-Usa. "Ah. Kimura..." Tuxedo Kamen turns to the bartender, a concerned expression on his face. "...Are children allowed in here?"

The bartender looks at the masked man, then at his... victim, before shrugging loosely. "Dunno. Technically, you're not allowed in here after that whole mess with the Dragon Fist gang, but here you are. Making a mess in my bar again." He lets out a long-suffering sigh, cleaning a mug thoughtfully. "In fact, she seems to have followed you, so I'll just add it to that list of reasons not to allow you in that you just ignore

[freezingkiss]

She's so used to being mistaken for a child that she ignores the entire exchange between the three whose heads were above water. Though the speech managed to throw her for a loop. The desire to smack her forehead is almost irrepressible. Things have gotten a little too weird for her to process. And she thought her pimp self was bad...

The shock was finally wearing off. Chibiusa scowls at Tuxedo Kamen, hands on her hips. "I'm going to skip the whole bit about you not knowing who I am, because it's pointless," she began tersely. "What I really want to know is why you're busting criminals in a seedy bar. Aren't you supposed to be protecting Usagi, or is that part messed up too?"

[earth_quaked]

His speeches are grand and dramatic, dammit! No one respects them. Rassafrassin...

He fights the urge to back off a little. This girl, whoever she was, knew him somehow. And had just enough oomph to her way of speaking to be a little intimidating. Mainly because kids didn't talk like that. Luckily, Ritsuko speaks up while he's gathing his wits. "Tuxedo-kun stays here to fight crime, a real hero! Tokyo gets the Senshi, but Osaka only needs our handsome, masked man."

"Any more compliments from you and I may be sick." He shakes his head a little, giving the thug a quick yank when he tries to bolt. "I'm afraid I don't know about protecting any rabbits, miss. I'm just a concerned citizen who wants to lend the police a hand."

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