Enter the amazing(ly evil!) Guy!

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[Guy is seated at the bar, lounging with half an eye on the door but otherwise just smiling in bemusement as his drink, lost in his own thoughts. What's unusual is his outfit. Usually he's the type to wear some color, and nothing so overblown as the uniform he's now in, but black seems to be the theme and he wears it like it's natural. To those who

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[A drink? Gladly. His life is fucking ridiculous right now. Alcohol probably won't help much, but at least he can concentrate on something besides this horrible sinking feeling he has.

A man with the height and build of a motherfucking palm tree strolls into the bar and helps himself to something dark that has more alcohol content than non. He doesn't seem to pay Guy any more than a passing glance, and then he sits at the other end of the bar.]

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[Guy is not going to interrupt the determined drinking of the redheaded palmtree at the other end of the bar. The man clearly wants a drink, he's serious about it. Guy can respect that.]

[So in silence he'll drink along. When he's done with his glass he stands to refill it, checks to see if the stranger needs a top off as well. Might as well be polite.]

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[That curious glance earns a steely one from Kratos himself.]

... Yes?

[He doesn't even realize he's already finished his drink. That's not healthy, Kratos.]

[servidude]

[Guy lifts up the bottle of whatever it was Kratos had and pours himself some, then steps closer, holding it a moment so Kratos can get an idea of his intentions before leaning over and refilling the man's glass. Poor bastard's so out of it he didn't even realize he'd finished? Guy would laugh, but instead he sets the bottle down and touches the edge of his own glass to Kratos' in toast, knocking his drink back after.]

You looked a little out of it.

[Still do.]

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[Oh. Yeah. He leans back a bit so that Guy can refill his glass, though he doesn't... share the toast. He's just not that kind of guy.]

I've had a long day.

[He tosses the shot back without so much as a shiver.]

[servidude]

[Guy refills both their glasses and drinks this time with a bit more ease.]

I got that impression.

[Noncommittal. Not prying, not asking for more, not rejecting more either. Guy's rather practiced at listening, if people are interested in talking. And the guy kind of reminds him of someone else.]

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[He knows a lead into a conversation when he hears one. He tosses back another shot in silence. It's a minute before he even thinks of something. He's just... so not in the mood for conversation right now.

He never even drinks. This is stupid. Like he's really a normal person anymore...]

Did yours treat you better?

[servidude]

[Guy refills it and laughs at the question.]

Relatively? Who knows. I can't complain.

[He could but he won't. Betraying his comrades, it's all part of the job.]

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That's something, at least.

[He stares at his shot for a while, then downs that one, too.

Maybe he should slow down...]

[servidude]

[Guy raises an eyebrow, pours one more, even as he comments.]

Might want to slow down there, buddy.

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[With a small amount of irritation:]

I'm fine.

[Five shots in five minutes? NO PROBLEM. It's getting him weird looks, though, so he sits back for a bit.

Oh, he forgot to continue the conversation. Haha, whoops.]

[servidude]

[This reminds him of someone else and he quickly quashes the flash of irritation. Different people. He takes another sip of his drink, slow and calm.]

Mm. Don't blame me if you fall over then.

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I won't.

[And he doesn't. But man, his stare is unnerving, immense, somehow bigger than he is. He's not even trying to be intimidating, there's just not much else to do except study the bar and its single occupant quietly. But then his eyes shift elsewhere, counting the stars around them instead, and the air becomes easier to breathe.

He doesn't even look affected by the alcohol. If Jade is all smiles and hiding his secrets, Kratos does the same with darkness in every corner of his expression.]

[servidude]

[What and interesting person is all Guy can think. Someone unusual. But that's not all that unusual here, is it? Whoever this man is, whatever his secrets, they're vast and deep and... Old. Even if the redhead looks about Guy's age. Guy finds himself relaxing a little when the gaze is turned away from him and even he has to silently admit that's impressive.]

[Five shots in five minutes seems sort of believable, almost.]

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[There are such things as old souls, though Kratos is a more literal example. He may have been a mercenary for most of his life.

He takes a gulp of his drink, less focused on drowning himself this time.]

Are you familiar with the Plane?

[That's about as casual as he gets.]

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[Guy has no wish to antagonize the man. Whatever his secrets are, the blond can respect that. Everyone has a past, and some pasts are just better left there where they belong, not dragged out like conversation pieces at a party.]

Familiar enough. Still getting used to it. Been here long?

[He refills both their drinks but doesn't touch his now. He can hold it, but he doesn't want to even get to the point where he feels it, not when he's facing this unknown across the table.]