(Taking the papers and rifling through them) This might help, thanks. (The papers all glow before going through a quick silver conflagration and turning to energy.) *The energy is pulled, somewhat like how a vacuum would pull dust out of the air, into a small hole in the air above Rep's hand before the hole closes* *The creature looks on, strangely stone-still.*
Navaja shrugged as he followed along. "There will be more loot ahead, señor Galahad." "And hopefully something to kill," Azrael added. "I suspect the decomposition will set in otherwise."
After a long hiatus, which could most likely translate to a stroke of laziness, Blackened strolled into the bar and looked around. Huh, it's not normally this empty... he thought as he moved forward. He was equally confused at the sight of Raven running the bar, as opposed to Dusty, Windsor and even the bar's very owner, Maya. "Hey Raven," he said as he came over to the bar. "Been a while. Where's everyone?"
Raven shrugged, dicking around with her guitar behind the bar. "Az is out on some adventure, parents are at home with bro. Not sure about the customers."
"Crazy," he responded. "Last time I was here, there was that asylum escapee, or whoever she was... Not even as much as that here now, it seems. Anyway, how about a Lemmy?"
"Lemmy, coming right up!" Raven quickly tossed together a whiskey and cola, sliding it over to Blackened. "So, what've you been up to? Been a minute, think Az was missing you."
"Thanks." He took a big swig, ultimately drinking a quarter of the cocktail. "I've been away, just doing my own thing. Business trips on work, that sort of thing. Haven't really had time to come back here, but I think I've got it sorted now."
"You better," Asmo said from the back. "Be a cool surprise for Azzy when he gets back if you show up. Plus, we want your money."
He turned around to see Asmo standing behind him. "Oh, hey Asmo," he said. "Yeah, money's not gonna be an issue, I don't think."
Windsor was hanging out in the back room filling out tax paperwork for the bar. Running a business isn't all fun and games, you know. *********************************************************************** A low growl coming from the next floor made it clear that Az would get his wish. Nightshade swore. "Dammit. Just once I'd like to go on a mission where nothing tries to eat me." Rose shrugged. "Try to leave me enough to take samples. I'd like to mix up an antivenom before anypony else gets iced."
Azrael smirked. "Finally. Hopefully this is not another ice wraith." Navaja test-flicked his blade from his gauntlet, dragging it over his cheek to test its sharpness. "My blades need sharpening. But one creature shouldn't pose much issue." ~~~~~~~~~~ Raven rolled her eyes. "Not all about the money, Asshat." Asmo chuckled. "Sure it is, Metallibat, prob'ly why you're even doing this."
As it turned out, it was twenty more ice wraiths. And a pair of strange, skeletal, doglike creatures that will henceforth be known as wraithhounds. ************************************************************************************************ "Well," Nightshade said as the creatures quickly surrounded them, "*squee!*."
"Damn it!" Azrael slammed his hoof onto the ground, cracking it. "Can't consume them... It matters not, let's get this over with!" Navaja quickly reached into his robe and hurled three throwing knives, lodging them into three of their heads.
He continued to drink. "I mean, gotta stock up on booze and guitars, right? Then again, your parents could probably take care of that for you."
Rave smirked. "Easy when your mom leaves the casino with 50K a visit, and your uncle's a billionaire. Say, Blackybloo, you have a guitar nearby? Wanna practice that solo duel we talked about."
"Oh, I've got one at home," he responded. "Shouldn't take too long for me to go grab it, then I'd be up for that.~"
"Sweet, just give me a minute." He necked down the Jack n' Coke with a grunt and got up from the stool. "Back in a few," he called out as he went for the door.
After half an hour or so, Blackened returned to the bar, carrying a guitar on his back. "Ready, Rave?"
