Cross Effects 3.0 - October 21, 2015—June 23, 2016

[Kat]

Mordred

The trio embarked to a search for a Chinese bar. And what was a better place to find a decent one than the Asian District? Surely she wouldn't want to visit a fake one staffed by Mexicans or other people with no clue about oriental cuisine. The place was infamous for its criminal activity, but she was confident that any brigand foolish enough to pick on them would end up diving in a dumpster for that.

"There's so many of them, that it probably doesn't matter whichever we pick. Go ahead, I don't really care about choosing myself." She said, waiting patiently for Noel and Alpha to decide.

[Kat]

Petra

"What a pity, I thought I could buy you something matching your style." With right a choice of clothes, Lumen could look like a stylish delinquent. Biker leathers could match her tattooes. "Alright, let's go find some kind soul who could borrow me some money." The saint declared firmly, looking for some generous soul who could sponsor her shopping spree.

[Panda]

Annabeth

The Hunter took note of the slight injuries on his knees quickly closing up, her mind racing as she took everything in. Self-healing was an ability of Enhancers, but there didn't seem to be any signs of what she normally associated with Nen usage. Oren's blows were dulled to nothing by her Ren, the Hunter ignoring them as she considered the situation.

"Well, I suppose he isn't too hard on the eyes," Annabeth said to Oren, deciding to take it in stride rather than contradict her and risk him growing suspicious, "If we're being perfectly candid here."

Then again, if he is a Nen User, he already knows I'm one too...

"That aside, we should probably see if we can get you some pants," the cowgirl noted, "We just left a clothing store not too long ago, I'm sure we could find you something there."

[Aiden]

Ron

"Doesn't get much more candid than pantless!" the unwitting werewolf agreed, grinning a little despite the situation. "I'll be fair and point out that seeing a lovely lady like you is probably the best part of this bender. If this was a bender."

Then he frowns a little. "At least, I think alcohol was involved..."

Ron shakes his head, dismissing the taste of copper in the back of his mouth and the scent of booze faintly lingering about the lady in red nearby. "I'll take you up on the pants! In fact, I owe you a drink once I can replace my credit card."

He stands up, covering himself as best he can still. "The name's Ron."

[The Man With All The Cute Boats]

Mordred

The trio embarked to a search for a Chinese bar. And what was a better place to find a decent one than the Asian District? Surely she wouldn't want to visit a fake one staffed by Mexicans or other people with no clue about oriental cuisine. The place was infamous for its criminal activity, but she was confident that any brigand foolish enough to pick on them would end up diving in a dumpster for that.

"There's so many of them, that it probably doesn't matter whichever we pick. Go ahead, I don't really care about choosing myself." She said, waiting patiently for Noel and Alpha to decide.

ALPHA THE YOLOEDGE

"Eh, food's food. Let's go for... that one," She said, immediately walking towards one of the shops.

[Panda]

Emily

In spite of how she'd enjoyed the music, Emily found herself gripping her seat white-knuckled as Darcy finished. Focusing herself in the moment to try to calm herself enough to not let anything show, the Changeling hardly showed the slightest sign of her current state of mind beyond her grip on her seat. Giving Darcy a warm smile as he finished, Emily finally found her center once more, doing what she could to calm down as she focused on Darcy, reassuring herself that the fire had been some sort of trick. She'd seen firebreathing with the aid of flammable liquids before, so this had to be one of those..right?

"That was great, Darcy," Emily said, blushing a little as she realized his shirt had come off somewhere in the performance, "But I'm going to need a moment, if you don't mind."

With that, the Changeling simply got up from her seat and made her way outside. Closing the door behind her, the Changeling leaned up against the nearest wall, taking a moment to get a good few deep breaths in as she tried to get her figurative bearings straight.

Focus, he isn't a dragon, or a Draconic. I'm just on edge from all the dragon stuff littered around the house. That was probably just a clever trick, that's all. Just a clever trick. He's not a Draconic, he's not here to take me back. If he was, he'd have done that already, I'd have seen that before when I got a look at him. Focus.

Allowing one last deep breath, the Changeling finally felt herself calming down, relaxing against the wall as she left the chilly air cool her down. Deciding that she'd had enough time, the Changeling made her way back inside.

[Elf]

Corbin

After Lewd Time Skip

The dhampir was feeling both guilty and justified, but he also felt amazing.  He smirked as he stretched out on his floor beside Shinobu.  His living room reeked with the blood tinged smell of their coupling.

Corbin flicked his hair back from his face with a smirk and said, "That was almostworth having my bike blown up."

[Kat]

Julius

Nonsense. What he said was always meaningful. Every his statement a proclamation of the truth. "Do not worry about that. Just follow me." He replied, following back the path he took to the city. Entering the forest, he passed the hunting lodge, failing to point out it was his property. Finally, they could behold a white winter caste when the forest cleared. "Here it is."

[Kotomine_Rin]

Garou XIII

Garou limped  trough the streets with an annoyed grimace, clutching at his chest with his free arm. That tingly taste was still lingering in his mouth, clinging at his mind without mercy.

« Kuh… »

He needed something to take his mind off of her. Finally, he found a bar in the middle of fucking nowhereville and decided to rest. He’d collect his thoughts with a drink.

Garou walked in without a care, looked at the bartender without the slightest bit of care and spoke patronizingly before sitting at the counter, or rather dropping on it like a tired pancake.

« A bloody mary, and you better make it cold. »

[Kat]

Mitsuba

The bar into which Garou barged had oriental atmosphere, located in a building that used to be a dojo. Mitsuba made her utmost to make it look proper, for the seedy district where it was, at least. She'd prefer more peaceful neighborhood, but someone as antiquated as her could have sticked like a sore thumb, so she had little choice in that matter. And criminals visiting the establishment in late evening hours were a good source of rumors for a paranoid woman like her. After all, she wasn't in her best mood lately even if she didn't show it. In fact, recent events made her more on edge than usual. Police precints blowing up in terrorist attacks, some clinically foolish asshole turning night into day, she grew more and more willing to make her own move and get to the bottom of it.

She barely finished scrubbing the floor when the foreigner paid visit. Fortunately for him her main clientele wasn't around here. He felt like that sort of person that would bring trouble with him and trigger a brawl or other scuffle. She ignored his patronizing attitude and feigned politeness perfectly.

"Shochu on rocks, then?" She offered. Of course she wouldn't propose anything else. Gaijin drinks simply didn't suit proudly Japanese bar like this one.

[Kotomine_Rin]

Garou XIII

If he had enough energy for it, Garou would’ve rolled his eyes. That needlessly polite attitude already pissed him off, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. If the drink was bad, he’d simply have to settle for her blood and tears. Instead, he groaned.

« Whatever. Just make it cold, red and bitter. »

[SINIB]

Emiya Shirou

Shirou patted Sakura on the head and began to walk away with her, following her past Archer and Rin silently, carefully avoiding eye contact with Rin. He needed some time to think about things.

[Panda]

Michael

Even as he attacked, his eyes didn't leave Rikuyo, easily seeing through her intentions. Almost without effort, the immortal altered the swing of the tree to match her intended evasion, easily reading her like an open book even in the middle of the pitched fight. The voice from behind him, however, wasn't expected. Glancing back, the immortal saw Kenzo rushing at him, shouting at him to cease and desist.

"Wait, what?" the immortal asked, eyebrow raised, "Your wounds aren't healed yet, what are you talking about?"

[Kat]

Garou XIII

If he had enough energy for it, Garou would’ve rolled his eyes. That needlessly polite attitude already pissed him off, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. If the drink was bad, he’d simply have to settle for her blood and tears. Instead, he groaned.

« Whatever. Just make it cold, red and bitter. »

Mitsuba

Oh dear, he clearly didn't care too much about what he drank. She kept to herself the knowledge that she could as well poison him if he was much more aggravating, but a client is a client, so she just ignored that thought. She prepared a shochu with ice, tomato juice, a lemon and some black pepper, all while humming to herself as if she was in a good mood.

"Here, here, your shochu." She put the cocktail in front of the foreigner after she finished.

[Kotomine_Rin]

Garou XIII

Garou observed the woman attentively behind his sunglasses. Then, his cold gaze shifted to his drink. Crimson eyes looked hard at it’s contents, and he took a few undiscreet sniffs from the air.

Tomato juice a lemon and black pepper. There didn’t seem to be any signs of poison. Mumbling a nearly inaudible thank you, he then brought the drink to his lips and drank half of it’s contents quietly. It was okay.

« Heard any buzz lately ma’am? »