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[wingenvy]

[He really hates doing these... but he'd gotten the message earlier, and it's probably for the best not to delay things for long.]

Hey all- just a quick head's up. Yuri Lowell's gone home again. Everybody in Brave Vesperia, don't worry, okay? It's business as usual. I'm sure we can figure out where to take things from here. Yuri would want us to keep on trucking, so that's what we'll do!

[WE'LL BURY THE SADNESS YOU GUYS IT WORKS GREAT]

Oh, and I've got an announcement for all you newcomers to Luceti, too! The name's Zack Fair, and I work at the local bar here in the plaza, along with Buffy Summers and Shizuo Heiwajima. The bar's called Good Spirits, and it's a great place for just hanging out and taking the load off. Not just for alcohol, either! So don't worry if you don't drink that stuff.

Come on in if you're ever feeling thirsty! We'd be happy to serve you.

[With that said- it's an Open Bar Post! Visit, mingle, chat with that handsome glowy-eyed bartender or each other, whatever. And once his shift is over, Zack will be going home (of course) a bit late, fleeing the thunderstorm. Good thing he's a durable sort. And there might be a nice surprise waiting for him tonight...]

Comments

[fleurdesel]

If he has a big enough gun they'll pretend to for their own safety.

[alloys]

--Yeah, must have been why the United States government was trying to confiscate my suit, because of how much they trusted me with it.

[Remember that gem?]

[fleurdesel]

I said I would not discuss that, remember?

[alloys]

Not talking about it doesn't mean pretending like it never happened.

[His background still exists, whether or not he wants to talk about it.]

[fleurdesel]

It happened, they could not, and life goes on, yes? For the better at any rate. I would not like to think of any military comprised of that suit, American or otherwise. We kill each other well enough without them.

[alloys]

Good thing no military would ever have the capital to fund it. If enough resources even existed, which they don't.

[fleurdesel]

That or they would have them made in small batches by the lowest bidder...which would be worse.

[A little voice in the back of her head, Irving's, mutters about the idiocy of it. She can't help but agree.]

[alloys]

When they end up killing their own men, I'm sure they'll realize their folly.

[What optimism.]

[fleurdesel]

One can only hope. I know of a few that would consider it nothing more than collateral damage.

[The glass is not only half empty, it's also poisoned.]

[alloys]

Well, not like my world's going anywhere. I can't worry about that when it's not going on without me.

[fleurdesel]

It's far simpler not to, especially since whenever we return this won't even be an unpleasant dream. [She shrugs.]

[alloys]

...Hmm. [Not if he leaves on his own terms. Which is the plan.]

[fleurdesel]

...Why is it that everyone I know has some plan to escape? [It's more amused than exasperated.] Though I would be lying to say I didn't wish I was able to think of one on my own.

[alloys]

Helps when you're in the hero business already.

[fleurdesel]

I have learned the hard way to leave the heroics to the professionals. I shall settle with silently cheering you on. So silently you will never, ever be able to tell.