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Bartender: Hey man! I swear I didn't put anything in your drink, this is not a pirate restaurant or anything... like calm your ass down or I'll call the sentinels to secure you!

Soldier Boy: *Completely ignoring the panicked man behind the counter*

So... territory... is this a job of yours? I was made like this by a company, were you also experimented upon like i was? Is this a thing that happens now? Do people just apply for powers and they just get them?


You could call it a hobby of mine. As far as I know, I wasn’t subject to experimentation, but it’s hard to say for sure. As for other people, it really depends on the individual; everyone has their own story.
*Retrieves a glass of water for you and for myself*
Thirsty?
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Calm down! Not you pal! This dickhead who spiced my drink without my consent...

*I extinguish my hands then lift an eyebrow in surprise*

So you just saw me turning my hands into nuclear fire... and didn't act like that was unusual?


I’ve... seen many people do many creative and unexpected things. It comes with the territory.
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I'm fine, damn it! Just a little... disoriented. This place ain't exactly what I'm used to. And been drifting around these parts for... six damn months... even keeping track of time is hard here!

*I stare into my nearly empty glass, a flicker of fear in my eyes.*

I'm... changing. Becoming something more. Something... uh...

*I continue staring*

And I ain't sure I like it.

*Looks dumbfounded at you and suddenly defensive*

In fact this ain't none of your business? Why am i spilling my beans to a comlete stranger all of the sudden? HEY BARTENDER! Give me my mon... credits back as you call them!

*I ignite my hands in a glaring fire*


*Holds up my hands*
I’m not trying to incite anything. Just trying to have a conversation.
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Right! Alioth....

*I suddenly shake at the realization of what just came out of my mouth then stare furiously at the bartender*

HEY! What the' heck did you spiced my drink with?

*i turn awkwardly towards you with an apologetic demeanour*

Sorry, no no... my name is Ben... Damn... do they spice the drinks now?


The name's Prism. Are you sure you're doing alright?
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Traveler, huh? Never heard that one before. You some kind of... space wanderer?

*I narrow my eyes, and grip tighter on my glass.*

This ain't no 'land,' friend. This whole place... it's like a fever dream. Ain't nothing like the good ol' U.S. of A.

*chuckles dryly, a hint of bitterness in the voice.*

We're all travelers in a way, ain't we? Just passing through this... 'land'

*stares into the drink, my reflection distorted in the amber liquid.*

Some of us, though, are more lost than others...


I see... what did you say your name was? What brings you here?
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"Heh... local... funny word these days"

*I take my hand off from the bar and look at my hands as they shimmer and grip them to control them*

"No... not really, heck, i don't even know what the hell this... is..."

*i gesture with my finger at the building and suggesting the entire location i'm in*

"What about you?"


No, I’m just a traveler. Here to see what this land has, and what kind of people live here.
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*notices the individual that feels out of place in this denizen of debauchery, and raises a suspicious eyebrow*

You alright pal?

*takes another swig with a cocky smirk*


*Steps away from the wall and takes a seat next to you*
I’m just appreciating the atmosphere; I don’t end up in places like this all that often. Are you local?
Location: Planet Mars, 56th century, Terran dominion, City New Eden, Athens region, Mount Olympus basin, Neon Highs night club.




Bartender! Another round for me and the lady, would ya? Yeah, the same damn thing. What's that? Martian moonshine? Don't insult my intelligence, pal. This here's good ol' American whiskey, and it tastes damn good on this dustbowl of a planet.

*Winks at the dame beside me, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and admiration. She seems to eye my physique, although marginally perturbed by the clash between my outfit and the saloon*

Been here six months, and these Martian bartenders still can't mix a proper drink. They got all these fancy gadgets and gizmos, but they can't replicate the simple pleasure of a good whiskey on the rocks. Reminds me of those Commies back in the day, always trying to overcomplicate things.

*Takes a swig from the drink, savoring the familiar burn.. This bar ain't half bad, though. Neon lights, chrome accents, even got a jukebox playing some decent tunes. It's like a little slice of home on this red rock.*


*Stands toward the side of the club with my arms crossed, admiring the aesthetic*
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*tilt my skull listening intently as I lean back in my chair.*


Half the village rallied to leave the little town their ancestors had built. The other half was furious. "No! We can't leave this land and disgrace our fathers' effort. It would be better to perish." Once their water supply was low enough that they saw death on the horizon, the village looked to be on the brink of war.
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*Sigh, even though I don't have lungs.*
Indeed, changing subjects you know..I have never asked what your stories are. So tell me, spin me a tale if you will.


Hm... stories...
*Looks up for a few moments before nodding*
Once, a small village at the edge of the desert suffered from horrible drought. The towering mountains blocked the rain from reaching their little outpost, and before they knew it, sickness had plagued the village. I had lived near that village at the time, and every day I wondered whether they would live to see the next. But the story doesn't end the way you would expect.
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