Nika
Once the sparring with Sakura finished, Nika walked away after biding her farewell. Well, she didn't feel the best right now. The sparring taxed more than it should have if she weren't just escalating step by step and went for the metaphorical jugular. The vampire really needed some nice refreshment before she set out to anything else. This also meant she had to save her energy even after getting her fill. In other words, it was a high time to have some fun in one of the bars. Except for preying on the enemies in a time of war, mingling in the modern inns with the people and drinking from humans enamored with her was one of her favorite ways to feed when world was relatively peaceful.
This city surely had some nice atmospheric bar scene? It'd have been a lousy place unworthy the status if it didn't have at least one decent drinking hole. Putting up a facade of a functional normal citizen after leaving the territory dominated by vampires, she started to ask locals for directions in this cultural mishmash of a city. She wanted to find a nice American style bar that would remind her of her previous place of residence, and apparently there was a whole district which seemed to resemble the good old US of A. Aside from the odd information about a worship of a goddess. What the hell happened to those Yanks? It was "In God we trust", not "In Goddess we trust." A heathen she might have been, branded by some as cursed and shunned by the Christian God, but the Americans she remembered were rather serious as a society about worshipping the Abrahamic religions. Meh, she started feeling old. She'd just keep those thoughts to herself and soldier on despite finding disagreement with some changes. Alright, did they at least still have gun shops too? That counted more than them going New Agey like those goddamn hippies she remembered back in her time.
First things first. Before going on a quest to find a decent gun shop to see how people these days armed themselves, she had to find some 'drinking hole' there. After some search, she found a bar that appealed to her tastes, and it took her little effort to get a guy for a 'quick date'. Thanks to her aura of allure and thrill inducing bite, it was usually pretty easy to get some blood. It wasn't enough of course to get back to her peak, since she didn't drain people who didn't pick a fight with her to a point when their health was at risk, but she was now in much better mood. Pretty much ready to see what more the district had to offer.
And so she went to look for a gun shop. The search was... disappointingly easy? Not even a street away and there was a shop with guns placed openly as a part of shop exposition. Guns, shotguns, rifles. The woman in sportswear was practically glued to the window, staring at unfamiliar models with open curiosity. Ah, the selection of accessories and ammunition on the cartridges on the display was pretty stunning too.
"Heh, 5.7 mm cartridges? Do they pack more punch these days? Didn't have this kind of shit back in 1970s." The vampire wondered out of loud, uncaring about what passerbys will think of her. Those Columbians were supposedly gun nutters anyway, so she didn't exactly stick out with such dedication.