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"Welcome. Keep your weapons holstered IVT. Yolduga may be one of the few cities that doesn't care about what you are, but if you draw your weapon we'll treat you no worse than those freaks that were sent off to the Dead zone." He didn't take the insult from the barkeeper personally. He was just doing his job. He nodded in his direction with a smile and he and DT casually strode up to the bar. The Tavern itself was modest and quaint. Combining old-world wooden structure and floorboards with modern furniture and appliances. It was very home-y. Various lavalamps were on every table and shelf and it gave the place a very unique lighting and look. He took his place on a stool and ordered a drink that had evaded his lips for quite a while: A Chuckola Cola. A strong soda with a kick in it that has a strong chocolatey taste that is far from overpowering yet not underwhelming. When he popped off the top he drank deep and shivered as old memories started to flood back into his mind. A hand went to his face and touched a cheek as he was reminded of what the templars did. He shook his head and remembered something important. He opened his Digi-vault again and summoned the Alice Miracle. A small tube of paste that was blank and devoid of markings. Pristine almost. When nobody was looking, he took off his digi-vault band and revealed a small intake tube in his wrist that popped up. He connected the container and the paste inside was quickly sucked out and distributed throughout his body. "Ahh...that hits the spot. Was almost too late that time...." He disconnected the empty container and pushed down the intake tube until it clicked and was hidden again. He then put on his wristband and took another swig of his cola.

He did not have long to himself before what seemed to be a Tsurask Warrior in bronzed armor with an energy spear on his back joined him. "Mornin'" He said to the Tsurask whom responded with Removing his helmet and placing it onto the bar counter. "The same to you...." His voice cut down to a whisper then, low enough so that only they could hear each other. "Prosthetic." He kept his gaze forward, but he talked in the same hushed tone as the Tsurask next to him. "Attack me here in an attempt to take me alive and I'll make sure you watch yourself die." "Worry not, friend. I know better than to attack one such as yourself. Besides, my people have no quarrel with yours." Sebastian took a drink from his cola and allowed his gaze to peer over to the Tsurask's, followed by a cock of his eyebrow. "Alright then." he said, no longer hushed. "My name is Shalizar Conmortah, by the way. A pleasure." He extended his hand and Sebastian returned it with his own. "Sebastian Black." He said. "You seem to have traveled a great many leagues, if you do not mind me making conversation." He pressed his lips together and sighed. He did his damnest to not stick out and what happens? He draws in strangers. "Yep, with many many more to go." "is that so?" "...Yes...look, I can already see where you're going. What do you want?"

"Straight to the point. I e-" "If you're going to try and make me a delivery boy, you can forget it. Didn't spend 20 years in IVT military to end up carrying a package from one place to another." Mr. Conmortah was a little uncomfortable now as it seemed that this man enjoyed drinking alone. He shifted in his seat, choosing his next words carefully. "May I join you?" "Wat." "May I join you?" "Why." "I'll pay you." "I didn't ask how much, reptile. I asked Why." "I have been stuck in this city for six months because of the embargo on my homeland thanks to the Circle not accepting our ideals. I have become quite...antsy to say the least." "Why should I take you with me?" "You won't find a better warrior in the city other than yourself." "Suck up. But I like that brand of suck up. Fair warning. You're probably going to die where I'm going." "And where is that, if I may ask?" "Aurora." "My people are welcome there. What are you talking about?" "Lots of magic and stupid people involved in the reason behind my going." Shalizar sat there for a few moments staring at the Prosthetic before it hit him. "It involves templars doesn't it....?" "You're sharp, you know that? I like you. Yeah, meet me outside of town in about an hour and a half." "Thank you very much sir, you won't regret it." He got up quickly and gathered his things before bowing to Sebastian, whom just waived him off. "Maybe now I can enjoy the rest of my so-" "SEBASTIAN." 'FUCK. Barkeep! Another ten colas! To GO!" Behind him stormed in Anna, decked out in New Clothing (No crown), washed up and actually looking...very beautiful. "Can't a man drink in damn peace?!" "Yes, I just wanted to keep you on edge. What are you doing?" "DRINKING." Stupid question number one out of the way. She sat down and ordered her own drink, a strong alcoholic Killian's Red. "You're into Chuckola Cola?" "Yes. Go away."

"But I ordered a drink." "God damn it. Thought we weren't supposed to be "friends". What, did a shower suddenly make you want to kill me less? Barkeep! Those Colas?!" "No. Just trying to be polite." "Yeah, no. Go away." The Barkeep did as he was asked and Sebastian payed for the ten Chuckola colas and got up. "Going to go find a place to not get drunk in peace. Mysterious-deity damn." He took the bag and made his way for the door, exiting quickly and heading towards the city limits so he could find a good tree to fall asleep in and listen to the damn birds. Then he stopped and smelled himself. "Damn, I need a shower...temporary room first, not-drunk later."

He made a U turn, heading for the residential district and picking up a room so he could rub off the stink of yesterday and clean his clothes of Brooklyn's stink. Thankfully, his bank account was untouched by his arrest. Fuckers would have a better time hacking the intergalactic peace conference than hacking his accounts and profiles.

"Man, what a killjoy...can't blame him...my mother did hunt him for a good chunk of the last decade...." Annabelle continued to sit at the bar, taking sips at the beverage and enjoying the wet gold burn it's way down her throat. Her mother was the original hunter of Sebastian, not her. Fuck, she only recently started hunting for him after her mother was reassigned by the chantry...she should explain that her rudeness on the island stemmed from both the stress of being shipwrecked and being "on the job." Hell, she barely even knew him to tell the truth, he had no right to be treated like dirt. She'd make a mental note to explain it to him at some point. Afterall, he probably thought she was her mother. They did share the same name and physical build, only her mother was just a little shorter and Anna was...a tad bit more clever.

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