"With as much respect as you can muster, I imagine." Renault says. "Best to avoid angering them."
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"rghh... Fine." he says. Not really that happy to make a teacher shop. "But I warn you. you will work long, might blow up your hearing and got bad payment, even worst then a waitress."
He let's that sick in for a while befor saying:
"Nahhh just kiding. You work an hour and could hire a waitress for a day or night whatever ."
"Honestly, I forgot I had that in there. It's a quick-acting local anesthetic with some magic ingredients to move it through the skin. It wears off in a couple hours, but you should be thankful it's only touched your arm. If it hit your lungs, say, or your heart - they might stop working."
"Do you want to see what else I have in here, or just pay up?"
Adir busts up laughing again. He had never realized C4 was such a card. "Took you so long, I was just about to remind you I do have an actual job now. Not like with Watchtower where it was just this... chaotic mess."
Arbrim shrugs, turning away from the pair to stare back into his drink.
"Suit yerself."
The knight shrugs. "VIGIL, if you're ready? Maybe head somewhere dangerous and beat on some criminals to pad the resume a little before going for the interview? Let them know that 'hey, we just broke some ganglord's neck all on our own before we even asked to work here' to earn some extra credit?" There's always a criminal or two who needs a beatdown in this city, and Intersection can't be everywhere. I'm not entirely sure Saint Lazarus entirely understands the hiring process at VIGIL, though.
"How are they doing?" Zefir asks "I heared something about a name change to Vigile and a new base."
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Out of nowhere two people appear midair in Trog's and drop down on a table. They need a moment befor they move again. They don't appear in pain, but their bodys are already mutated. One has a blown up hand and the other one a blown up feet and neck. Both have a hole in the head that closed slowly.
If nothing happens they start attacking people.
Lynx laughs. "That would work, except that I'm pretty sure he'd just possess me if I did that. He seems to be some sort of spirit in a cane." I probably should have mentioned that if Erasmus knows history from across the multiverse, he would probably know there's a person who had a similar quest and personality.
"Alright, let's go!"
Saint Lazarus is tempted to draw her sword and dramatically point towards the door while shouting 'To VIGIL!' She manages to contain herself, however. That sort of thing would probably get her some unpleasant looks from the assorted strangers all around, and Calm Reed probably wouldn't think too highly of such exuberance either. She only has one friend in the entire world and even that friend is sorta ambiguous on whether or not she needs to die. Not drawing any extra attention is really the best thing she could possibly do right now.
Gudrun nods, laughing slightly at the notion, "Ahh, well I suppose I ought to be fairly good at that, showing proper respect, although I imagine some gods have some pretty crazy forms of worship. I don't imagine you get time to do cultural research before bumping into them, though!"
Lynx says, "That's...a fair question. I have no idea. He seems to care very much about power, but nobody's been affected by him when they pick him up. So...maybe? I could always strike a deal with him to not control me, but I don't like making deals with him. He's good at making me be the loser in the situation."
A soaking wet human wearing an equally wet green jacket enters the tavern, clumsily resisting hurricane-force winds to get the door shut. Groaning, they made their way toward one of many secluded corners and put their hand on a chair--scowling as their arm was suddenly overtaken by a black armor that they knew too well, and they looked up to see two rather damaged individuals readying combat stances on the table in front of them.
"... What the ***," Kara says in a monotone voice, quickly lifting their chair up to use as an improvised shield.
"I don't really know. I'm a wizard, and it sounds like your problem is with witchcraft." Erasmus mostly knows what he's talking about, but couldn't say much more about witchcraft than anyone else. "You should look for a warlock or witch, or possibly an artificer. They'd know more than I would."
the mutants don't appear to care for the iimprovised weapon and don't back of. The one with the blown up arms swings them around like clubs against kara. The other one has to step of the table first and drops face first to the ground.
"Might talk to others if you want to be in touch I guess." zefir replies.
"So, what's next?"
"What's next is more booze," says Adir. "I'm parched. Have you eaten yet? Food here isn't bad either."
((I think for now we can probably handwave them drinking a bit longer into the night and call this scene a wrap, unless ye have more ideas Zef.))
The chair barely holds itself against the first arm but shatters on the second, the impact knocking Kara to the floor. "GAAH--really don't wanna deal with this right now!" They shouted as they reached up and lifted the table their attacker stood on with their gauntlet, attempting to overturn it and tilt it towards the already floored mutant.
"Okay, then let's have some relax time." he says and so they will eat and drink.
I should note the mutants aren't super strong they are just like ordinary humans only with strangly blown up body parts .
The mutant on the ground was just making it up as the other one falls down on him pushing him back on the ground. They make a zombie like noise as they clash like it was painfull but neither of them keeps down they try to stand up again unless someone or something stops them. The holes in their heads are closed by now.
Lynx snorts a little and says to the bartender, "He's not gonna take no for an answer, so you might as well give it to him. You have my word that he'll get to his home safely. Oh, and I'll actually have two drinks, both shots of whisky. I'll pay for one." Ignoring any further protests from him, Lynx turns to Erasmus. "So, any ideas as to what we should talk about? I'm sort of drawing a blank here."