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Member is OnlinePost by Maxsuz Argin on Jul 26, 2022 10:09:56 GMT -5
After that entire ordeal, all the Renegade wanted was to pay his bills and leave. Even when the Argin tried to have a calm day, trouble seemed to find its way back to him. He was honestly tired of it all. But even just paying for his meals got interrupted, this time by the feline behind the counter. The bumbling rookie criminals were having difficulties going out the door in their panic, and so the hostess found herself wanting to "calm them down" before leaving.
Once the two were dealt with, she returned to the counter. The car woman explained how she put them both to sleep for several hours, and that she maybe she should have probably done something like that before all that commotion. The Argin could be heard sighing beneath the white mask.
"Indeed. You should have. I could also have knocked them out the moment they drew their guns. No use discussing hypotheticals, though. It's over. The food was good an unique, and that was some sort of entertainment, I guess."
The owner apologized for that entire situation, for giving a bad impression of Central City. However, the Himônus chuckled at that instead.
"Trust me. If you think this is unfortunate, you haven't seen the half of it in planet Hera. I'm accustomed with dealing with scum."
Curiously enough, the feline commented on his alkálipe blade, Fenrhus, and advised the mercenary to keep it out of sight of the Earthling authorities, before telling him he could leave if he wanted to before she called the police.
"I will be doing just that, then. I will wonder if we'll ever meet again, but it's been ride. So long, Mrs. Pussycat."
The swordsman then walked out of the tea shop and headed to the warehouse where he kept his Attack Pod hidden. It was time to go back to work
Once the two were dealt with, she returned to the counter. The car woman explained how she put them both to sleep for several hours, and that she maybe she should have probably done something like that before all that commotion. The Argin could be heard sighing beneath the white mask.
"Indeed. You should have. I could also have knocked them out the moment they drew their guns. No use discussing hypotheticals, though. It's over. The food was good an unique, and that was some sort of entertainment, I guess."
The owner apologized for that entire situation, for giving a bad impression of Central City. However, the Himônus chuckled at that instead.
"Trust me. If you think this is unfortunate, you haven't seen the half of it in planet Hera. I'm accustomed with dealing with scum."
Curiously enough, the feline commented on his alkálipe blade, Fenrhus, and advised the mercenary to keep it out of sight of the Earthling authorities, before telling him he could leave if he wanted to before she called the police.
"I will be doing just that, then. I will wonder if we'll ever meet again, but it's been ride. So long, Mrs. Pussycat."
The swordsman then walked out of the tea shop and headed to the warehouse where he kept his Attack Pod hidden. It was time to go back to work
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Mel “Tarine” Tomago
