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[ACTION + OPEN] GENESSIA CITY | JACK'S BAR AND KARAOKE CLUB
[On one hand, he was away from his home world and on the other, he was away from all the social stigma that had come with being the sorceress knight. He didn't know which was better, seeing as he had no clue what this place was besides the information given but at least people were glaring at them like he was dog shit on the bottom of their shoe or trying to kill him.
He had spent the last two months hiding out for the most part, inconspicuous, away from society. So, it was actually pretty damn nice to sit at a bar with a glass of coke and rum, without being hassled. He'd worry about Fujin and Raijin later. He knew they could take care of themselves.
Hyperion sat at his side, and his new trench coat (the same as last time) remained on his person. He was grateful for that.
In the background he heard people singing badly, not being able to carry a tune but he endured the noise for the peace he suddenly had. He knocked back the coke and rum, ordered another and made arrangements for a turkey sandwich with mustard to be ordered with a side of steamed asparagus.
After he ate, he'd go find that apartment he'd been given and start looking for some kind of job. The gem he was wear, green, basically he said he had to live in some fantasy city. He'd rather stay here but at the promise of more influence over his environment, he'd go for the fantasy and see if it was all it was cracked up to be.
Just as his order arrived, he heard someone actually singing pretty damn good for once and craned his head halfway around to listen and get a good view.]
He had spent the last two months hiding out for the most part, inconspicuous, away from society. So, it was actually pretty damn nice to sit at a bar with a glass of coke and rum, without being hassled. He'd worry about Fujin and Raijin later. He knew they could take care of themselves.
Hyperion sat at his side, and his new trench coat (the same as last time) remained on his person. He was grateful for that.
In the background he heard people singing badly, not being able to carry a tune but he endured the noise for the peace he suddenly had. He knocked back the coke and rum, ordered another and made arrangements for a turkey sandwich with mustard to be ordered with a side of steamed asparagus.
After he ate, he'd go find that apartment he'd been given and start looking for some kind of job. The gem he was wear, green, basically he said he had to live in some fantasy city. He'd rather stay here but at the promise of more influence over his environment, he'd go for the fantasy and see if it was all it was cracked up to be.
Just as his order arrived, he heard someone actually singing pretty damn good for once and craned his head halfway around to listen and get a good view.]