[@Lugubrious]

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[b][center]Word Count: 478
Level: Lv: 6  EXP:  (3/60)
Location: Dead Zone Hinterlands - Martira, Old Castle Town
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“Look, I don’t got time for this; obviously your luck in the shitter, and I wanna solve this murder as soon as possible.” Harry said, shaking his head. He was embarrassed because he had been in a similar situation. 

Harry suddenly felt something terrible going on inside of his stomach. He was used to an upset stomach, but this feeling was more intense than the last few times.  Harry thought it was the withdrawal kicking in. But he had just drunk some alcohol, so he assumed he would be okay. Placing his hand on a nearby table, getting ready to vomit.   A burning sensation started filling his throat. Harry was coughing and hacking loudly. 

“I think I’ve been poisoned. That son a bitch bartender is gonna pay.” Harry thought 

“[color=ed1c24]Looks like you're gonna puke out whatever you drank. You better hold onto your butt, it’s gonna be a shitshow.[/color]” Endurance said while Harry was hacking up some inky fluid onto the table.  The hacking and coughing made other patrons stare at Harry. 

“So this must be what dying is like.” Harry thought while coughing louder. 

“[color=fff200]Good job, now everyone is looking at you.[/color]” Composure said, sounding disappointed in Harry. Harry meanwhile, was holding onto the table. A mixture of tears, saliva, and snot ran down his chin onto the table. Making quite a gross looking puddle below him. After Harry stopped vomiting, he wiped his mouth before drinking the pain-haired woman’s drink if she had one.  

“Don’t cry Harry don’t cry don’t cry…” Harry thought while using his sleeve to wipe away the vomit from his mouth.  He could feel tears starting to well up, but he was holding back crying. Most of the vomit had landed on Harry’s jacket and dress shirt, mixing in with the sweat, garbage, and alcohol from earlier. Taking a moment to compose himself.


He turned around to see a vast, hulking person behind him and then at the man named Stein. “No problem at all.” He said cooly, but the vomiting and crying said otherwise. Harry started walking outside of the bar and started waiting for Morris. Thinking to himself that he would need his shirt and jacket cleaned.  After a few moments of silence, he turned to the large metallic man. 

“Yeah, I’m a detective for the RCM. I’m kinda known for breaking balls and getting shit done. They call me the Icebreaker back in my division.” Harry said, looking over at the tall man. 

“[color=00aeef]No, they don’t. They call you Dick Mullens or Captain Sober. You're not some hero; You are a big piece of shit.[/color]”  Logic said, correcting Harry’s lie. 

“[color=00aeef]No sire you are top dog. You are the Icebreaker.  Everyone should know that you are the best detective in the RCM.[/color]” Drama interjected, feeding into Harry’s ego. Wanting him to lie and let everyone know who he is.