#selfsinning

"Ya got done dirty, dude. When I voted, the majority were in your favor. I never expected it t’ go the other way."

Till clicks his tongue, disappointment radiating off of him.

"God forbid someone exercise their right to not speak on command like some cute show pet. I mean, ya didn't even fire a warning shot or bite him or nothin’!"

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          “Man, I wonder if this thing’s any good... Wish we could have gotten three of ‘em.“ Rider’s holding up one of those “Baja Blast” drinks that quest was going on about, courtesy of our local Taco Ding now open until midnight every night. He was expecting some sort of magical elixir that any mage would kill for... But as far as Achilles and his new buddy can tell, it’s just a normal, albeit fancy drink. ... It’s a nice shade of green though, almost like his hair. Maybe one sip wouldn’t... Wait-- No no, let’s not mess this up due to hubris. That’s a common theme among Greek heroes, Achilles shouldn’t keep the cycle going!

          ”Honestly, I thought this was gonna be a lot harder to hunt down-- like we’d be on a thorough search all night long... Other people were freakin’ out about this quest, but this is practically a cake walk!”

How incredibly awkward. They’d barely conferred over the past few months, and the obvious and stark absence of Misella had been noted but not discussed. This simply left them in an awkward in-between, being the only two people remaining from their own worlds as well as one of the few people he knew. Aegis could only shift awkwardly, his drink in hand as he sat at whatever this place was - some chalice or another - and observed.

How annoying...

He was, of course, an expert at tracking down Vicious at this point, and while he had come in to talk to him, to say something, maybe talk about Misella suddenly disappearing or something else and to give him the stupid thing sitting in his bag because, well, he had already been planning something for both of them for the holiday season.

Maybe it didn’t matter, or shouldn’t, or maybe he just got really self-depreciating with even the most minute amount of alcohol.

So maybe that’s why he approached with a bag, and there was someone else at the table but it’s really the only way he’d been able to track down Vicious:

“I’d remark about how you’re spending Christmas at a bar, but I’m doing the same, I suppose.” Not entirely to his taste, and the beer also wasn’t entirely to his taste, but...

“Well, in any case,” He held out the bag, it was a well-structured bag, made out of heavy-duty paper, but it was pretty clear that its contents were heavy and the shape of the package inside made it apparent why it was bagged and not wrapped. “It’s the holidays, so...” Inside was a bottle of alcohol, non-descript with a sticker talking about Alver Alcohol. “It’s my parent’s best selling liquor.” He explains, “I have a case of it, since you can’t brew it in small batches.”

     Never the type to shy away from a challenge, Mina instantly jumped at the idea of ghost hunting. Not only was it a good idea for publicity sakes, but being a nekomata would surely come in handy. It was a shame she didn’t have the max strength of the true cat demon but a type of supernatural being should still give her some brownie points with the ghosts. Perhaps she’d even be able to befriend one if she were lucky enough. If only she could have gone with Hansol but she hadn’t want to bother her fellow group member. 

     Arriving at one of the venues that hosted the abandoned ship within the Golden Sector, she glanced around to see if there were any other people around. She hadn’t packed any professional gear, figuring her heightened senses would serve the goal. Now she began wondering if she should take something else along, or someone else. It wasn’t as though she was frightened to go alone, far from it, but an extra pair of eyes would be helpful. 

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