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[b][i]Chapter 1.3 - Deceitful Aftermath[/i][/b]
[b][i]Aliza prepares the bar for patrons.[/i][/b]
[i] Several Imperium and Chaos officials are seen entering the Crimson Flagon for a discussion on the great hall massacre. Some patrons overhear the conversation.
[b]"I don't feel safe anymore with tyranids and demons running amuck in general quarters.." Begins one of the officials.
"I know what you mean, I hear Libreous is going to organize a search party to venture into the quarantine zone to assess security and threat level, I can't imagine the Summoner allowing that.. It could get ugly real quick.." Answers another.
"They have to cooperate, we live here too now. A threat to us is a threat to them, there's not a choice.." They continue.
One of them interjects with a sudden realization.
"I suppose we can wait and see, but do you suspect someone opened a quarantine zone on purpose?"
They all ponder the question, but end the discussion as they notice some Chaos warriors listening in.
Aliza and the other bar tenders begin taking orders. More patrons walk in, Edmond Glass, Ostan Del'Rothas, and a few off duty units of elite Imperial guard known as the Ghosts. [/b][/i]
[spoiler]open post, feel free to mingle with each other.[/spoiler]
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"Yeah. Six of them, at least."
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[b][i]The patron nods. "You probably have killed more than you think you have.. Gene stealer tyranids are a special breed.." He begins. "I once shot a man, he bled yellow ichor. He was a gene stealer version of tyranid, they look just like us." He continues. "For all you know, everyone in here could be gene stealers...." "You had better watch your ass around here, I'm sure shit is about to get a lot worse once those threat assessment operation begins. They might all be killed and have their identity stolen by the tyranids.. Then we all wake up in some sort of fuked up spider web, full of tyranid parasites that will eat us from the inside out." The man's face is utterly serious.[/i][/b]
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"Got it..." [i]Xavier randomly decides to put his glasses on.[/i]
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[b][i]"Meh. It doesn't matter anyway. We'll all be dead by morning anyway." The man says as he stands up and walks away.[/i][/b]
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[i]Xavier sighs. He turns to the bartender.[/i] "I'd like a glass of lemonade. I don't drink very much."
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[b][i]Aliza smiles and slides you a glass of ice cold lemonade, condensation drips down the side of the glass.[/i][/b]
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[i]He downs a quarter of the glass. He then looks around.[/i]
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[i]Theron walks in looking bored as he takes a seat on a barstool[/i] "I'll take the best stuff you have please."
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[b][i]Aliza slides you a glass of glowing liquor. "Don't drink it too fast, you'll wind up shitting your guts out your belly button.."[/i][/b]
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"Eh someone told me that once..Though it did turn out true later so thanks for the advice. Would you like a tip?"
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[b][i]Aliza looks a little confused. "Do you mean tip like money for me? Or advise?"[/i][/b]
