Who: Anyone who wants to be-- either from being invited in Asellus' latest post or just being there! Everyone's welcome~~~
When: To..night....?
Where: The Foxhole!
Format: Action, let's say?
What: Having come into a bit of a windfall, with her rent all paid off, Asellus is leading a march to the nearest bar to relax, and she's taking everyone else
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Even though she herself had once taken the wall out.
Helen herself stood behind the bar, whittling away at apples with a knife far too big for the task. Her silver eyes flashed towards Asellus and a little smile crossed her lips.]
Oi!
[She tossed one of the fruits in her direction. The apple was a little dried out, so the man's face that had been carved into it looked a bit puckered.]
Remind you of anyone?
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Didn't know you could whittle an apple. Well, not 'you' in particular, but I didn't know the thing was possible. [She grinned sidewise at Helen, tossing the apple from hand to hand.] Maybe I should hold onto it to show him. It'd be weird to eat something that's glowering at me, I think.
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[Helen paused, cocking her head to the side with a mischievous glint in her silver eyes.]
Except maybe Pris.
[She grabbed a bottle of whiskey in one hand, apple cider in the other before walking over to the table.]
Sounds like a plan to me. How're things going over there, anyway? The patrol.
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The patrol? Eh, you know. The same old same old. We don't run into anything we can't handle, and we keep pretty civil. He's fun to pick on, though. I'm pretty sure I enjoy the shifts more than he does. Kind of a shame.
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When he sees Asellus he makes a beeline for her, hopping nimbly up onto the table and swinging his legs over the side so he can face her - a little closer and he'd be right in her personal bubble. But the cheerful grin he gives her is made to disarm. ]
I've never been here before, you know!
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Which only helps her relax.]
Well, you won't be able to say that anymore. [A grin, and the fact of her disarmedness is clear.] Say, I never got your name. Are you even old enough to be here? [...Like she can talk.]
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[ a surprised look; he hadn't even considered being ID'd. but he recovers quickly enough, leaning forward a little, teasing. ]
Ah, well, couldn't I ask that of you, too? Since we're both young at heart. ☆
[ oh! she'd asked his name. Mockingbird bites his lip a moment, then sticks out his hand is a gesture too formal for his personality. ]
I'm, um, Toto, was it? Toto Sakigami! It's very good to meet you!
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I don't think Helen'll mind one way or the other, anyway. I don't think it matters. Where I'm from, any age is drinking age.
What'll you have?
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[But living in Anatole especially tended to infuse one with a steady supply of fuck it, and so here he is. At the Foxhole. For some reason.]
[He doesn't sit at the bar, though, not wanting to tempt fate too badly.]
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Hey, it's the old man! [She said she was going to relax. She never said she wasn't going to be enthusiastic. Besides, she's had the better part of a bottle of whiskey mixed with cider. It's got her cheerful, if not exactly buzzed. Doubled with having spent the past while chatting with Toto, Senji's probably doomed.]
C'mere, c'mere! You should try this! Oh, oh, and you should see what Helen made!
[Namely, a Senji-apple. It doesn't actually look like him, though, except that it's definitely not looking too pleased.]
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Ah-- I don't think I wanna be around anything Helen made. Sounds dangerous.
[But he comes over anyway, if a bit. Hesitantly.]
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Oh, it won't explode or anything. Look. It's just an apple. [She holds it up. See? Just an apple. An apple that is glowering at you.]
It's a little more wrinkled than you are, though...
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But she's not much of a joiner, either. So she watches from behind the bar. There's something vaguely familiar about the green haired girl and she tries to place it as she pours a drink.]
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Even still. Kind of unnerving. And Asellus deals with unnerving in... one of two ways, and she's not about to leave.
So she just waves, a cheerful greeting in her expression. That should get enough of a reaction to figure out what's going on.]
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All right then. Deneve nods slightly in her direction. And because Helen seems to like her, she pours another of whatever Asellus is drinking and carries it to her table and sets it near her.]
Have I seen you here before?
[It may sound a little abrupt, but Deneve isn't much for beating around the bush.]
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Only once or twice, and never long either way. I was information-gathering. Listening around. [A bit of a self-depreciating grin.] It didn't really work out too well, though. I'm not so good at reconnaissance.
[Obviously the mysterious stranger was at home here; she'd been behind the bar, after all.]
Friend of Helen's? [It's an easy assumption, and something to work with.]
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