Lucas was taken aback. Was that what the world was like in the future? What could he even trade? An antique? There was no saying what the cyborg was capable off. Granted, she was drunk and could easily be picked off, considering his own powers. But the technology she had, according to the anime he had watched probably meant she had infra-red or at least a laser gun that could cut him in two. "Have a good day then. If there's anything you want to know about the past just ask". Lucas walked back to Balthazar "She's too drunk to make a deal" he casually said to his boss, trying to protect him from the reality.

Balthazar laughed, albeit sadly. "I admire your resolve, Lucas. You did always protect me. Right to the very end"

"Boss, I..." started Lucas as he fumbled for words.

"We were drunk off our asses, we didn't feel anything. Carbon monoxide's my guess" said Balthazar as he lit his cigar. So was this what death was like? Or was he still feeling the monoxide and Lucas and everyone here were nothing but imaginary people who didn't exist? The phone call was real - he got that message just before he passed out.

Balthazar considered taking over the bar and making it the start of his new empire. But they only had 1 AK, 3 SMGs, and 2 grenades - only enough for defence. There was a cyborg here, not to mention the bar was an endless supply of magical items. At least there was food and water here. And zero cops. His empire was gone. But he was still alive.

Balthazar addressed the bartender. "I'm flattered that you've allowed us to stay. Thing is, are we all dead or am I just drunk off my ass? Plus..." said Balthazar before he leaned over and whispered something in the bartender's ear.

Meanwhile, Lucas went to the Men's room, although he never came out, although the door did open. Whilst Balthazar had telekinesis, Lucas had invisibility. He decided to see what the other areas of the bar was like.

@Silent Showers

The Woman glanced over, well that wws a strange one. 2122? What on the earths was going on, 1999? Was this a joke. It was mid 2020, Mars Industories, did it even still exist?

The Artic base, did it still exist? Did she even exist? What was the date? Little Suprised the woman was ok? Shw was half dead when she came in, now she was fine. Nat 20 on constatutiom role. The woman apecepted it, it worried her but not her business at same time. Tidying her white itricate braid a little and fiddling with the hidden metal pin that kept it all together as a distraction while she gathered her thoughts and calmed down golden eyes slightly alarmed."2020? What is even the year? Its 2020 right? This is some joke? Did my boss set all this elaborate trick up?"

Next entered a red suited man, fairly solid, plainer fashion about him but as this place seemed to be... Was it. Books and covers came to mind. Thrn came a busker, well he had carboard and a instrament, seriously strange. A little vexed by all thr indoor smokimg and frowned, seriously her dress would smell of smoke and be annoying to clean. Con, a convention, what kind of convention would this be? "Nope, No costume. local neighbourhood robot lady. Though i don't want john Conner.

Odd question. What year is it... We have a few version.people claimimg? " replying in a German accented english, turning slightly and stretching her leg and ankle with a whine of servos and nail painted metalic toes cisable in a designer heal shoe to prove it. Walk no, it was moving again though and charging bsck up.

Turning back to her wine and wait for choclate death in food form, Sophia Wollf was glancing round more concerned looking for a Calander or anything to gauge time by. The teo smarly desssed men seemed to be heading to anothet bit, somthing about them... Too smart, too alert. Too somthing.

Power... The battery om her leg would last a fair while, it was semi powered by nerve impulse and could be fully just was more tiring and battery was much easier really. What to do... Least there was food and water, that was a start, it was dry and warm. That was better than her misadventure in Artic. Least Sophia had a place to start. If you left would you go baxk to where you started?

@SilverRain
@Irredeemable
@Zoey Boey
@Lady Selune

The door practically burst open. Standing behind it, a ferocious grin on her face, was a tall, flaxen-haired woman wearing what looked to be an oversized suit of armour, what could only be described as a bear skin rug thrown across her shoulders. "Innkeep!" She practicaly roared as she strode into the establishment. "The night has been good! A tankard of mjðd, if you would please!" A flutter of snow followed behind her as she entered, laughing as she took a seat down by one of the tables and let a gigantic axe fall down to the ground next to her. Her face was unblemished and quite pretty, but had had a long smear of blue bodypaint daubed in a gash vertically over her left eye and down to the jaw.

She would slide her hands out of a set of huge metal gloves adorned in glowing runes, the green light behind them fading as they disconnected from the main suit with a hissing clunk. The cape would come next, the heavy fur falling into a heap by her side and she stretched out with almost casual ease, the weight of her causing the booth she had located herself on to groan slightly in consternation.