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"Pretty cool dragon bartender," she answered. "Had some neat patrons, like transforming robots and stuff."
"It doesn't matter." Azrael took hold of the soul gem, beginning to channel Galahad's spirit into it. "I vote we leave. Come back another day,...
"No no, this was way before we had her."
Think I only have one? [IMG]
Maya thought about the answer for a brief moment, tapping her chin. "Well... there was this space bar."
Guess I gotta throw mine in the mix. [IMG]
Azrael nodded. "I certainly can. If you have one with you." ~~~~~~~~~~ Asmo rolled onto his side. "Normal is *squee!*."
"Good..." Maya nodded. "That's good."
Maya glanced over the drinks in the bar. "Say. Think we'll ever have a normal day in here?"
"Don't fall back."
"Well, that's far from the weirdest thing that's happened here," she commented.
Raven bolted back over to the radio, speaking into it. "Hello, space friends. Your signal is severely scrambled, say that again." Maya squinted...
Maya motioned to the ham radios on the bar. "Dare I ask?"
Maya giggled. "He's up in the clooouds, dude." Asmo tried to look around. "Guys. Guys? I've gone blind."
Asmo morphed into a copy of Blackened, then flopped his wings about on the floor.
"Whoa..." He tried to reach up at the ceiling floor. "How do I get down?"
"Am I on the ceiling?" Asmo asked.
Maya giggled. "Downstem's just to help cool the smoke with the water, dude."
Asmo felt around and noticed the floor beneath him. "...Oh."
"Well, he needed it," Maya replied. Raven glanced down at Asmo. "You gonna be okay?" "I need to lay down," he replied slowly.
