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Little Russia
YOLF:
Lubei
He should have said something about Uria's table manners, but as it stood he barely took notice. Some people consumed with their hands, that was normal. What was very much not normal was the mortals suddenly standing as if in collective ovation for a flawless, glorious savior.
Lubei leaned out from the counter and squinted, peering at the object of their adoration. One hand scraping on the wood kept him steady as he considered the painting. It featured a distressingly appareled child, but he loathed to admit, there was a kind of regal dignity in the eyes and expression.
The demon staggered back to the worker, propping his arms on the front of the bar. "Don't know. Stopped for convenience, and the cold," he answered, eyes unfocusing as they glazed over his unfinished glass. Lubei's severe brows twitched. "This is... isn't Shenzhou. What's this city's name?"
Umbra of Chaos:
Uria
She should put on a shirt! Uria clothed herself after all, and they were just born a few days ago. How hard could it be for an empress? They were about to answer the question, but then something black leaked from their lips. Uria's head felt a bit light, and memories floated to the surface of their mind. Light, and persecution, and unforgiving holiness. Something weak and dark got all burned up.
Then they heaved and vomited the void liquid on the counter. One retch followed after the other, but as the empty fluid vacacted their body there was no sign of the stew. "Ugh... oops?" They wiped their mouth with a sleeve.
Bern:
Bradley
"I see.... so you are one of.... HEY CUT IT OUT!"
Boink.
That was the sound of a frying pan being slammed on Uria's head.
"How dare you barf all over the holy counter! You vandal, blasphemer, Heathen you! It's been a family heirloom for generations! THIS CANNOT BE ALLOWED! RWAAAAARGH!"
Riiiiiiip-
His shirt exploded, yes his shirt really did just explode off him. Revealing a physique that was swoleness beyond swole, his muscles weren't simply carved out of rock. They were grown, raised and nurtured by nothing more than LIQUOR AND FAITH.
And his shadow now loomed over Lubei and his half full drink.
"Finish it."
YOLF:
Lubei
A deep chill jumped in the bar as Lubei straightened, eyes wide at Uria. The pan that smacked the child in the head came away covered in a sheet of ice, and the rest of the cocktail in the glass froze solid as he ignored the outcry of the bartender to grab his companion's slight shoulder.
"What is that??" He asked, shaking her. It seemed he had forgotten a similar event from the woods, for his face furrowed in concern and outrage, and his gaze leaped back to the much bigger man. "Your drink can scram! What did you even give her?"
Bern:
Bradley
"Regular.....Nutritious...And....Delicious....Beef....STEW!"
The bartender was flexing, his muscles bulging as he switched from pose to pose between every word spoken. "Eat it and grow strong little ones, so that you may one day be worthy to praise our Tzaritza!"
"Glory to our little Tzaritza!"
"Glory to our little Tzaritza!"
"Glory to our little Tzaritza!"
The people who saluted earlier barely had enough time to sit down before they all shot up and did the same thing as earlier, saluting the scantily clad portrait of the gloriosu ruler.
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