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As Kurisutofa walked out of the bar, Ardrick leaned against the bar with his mouth slightly open in surprise. He bowed his head slowly to look down at the wooden bar.

"If this isn't Kurisutofa's blood... then who's it be?"

At the end of this rhetorical question, he trailed off a bit, becuase he noticed on his right arm (the arm with which he had been leaning on the bar) had a large gash. He quickly hid it under the bar.

DuPree enters the pub with a yawn and walks up to the bar without a look around.
He meets his bleary eyes with the bartender's and says with a half-yawn, "Sk...scotch. One scotch," and places a silver coin on the bar. "Tell me when to give you more."

A dark corner in the pub seems to come alive, as the point of origin is made between the two worlds. The area seems to become void and grows into a vast cloud of a color that is not of the human-known spectrum. Small gray matter falls from the void onto the pub floor; its elemental properties unknown. Assembling itself into a grid-like pattern, it takes the form of a familiar figure. Almost instantaneously, all this special entry description becomes redundant; Vincent assembles himself and sits at the counter, waiting to be served.

"Looks like this place has been deserted...

His face, now covered in soot, has been worn and stretched to the point of making him look inhuman. Its really a smug drunken look, even though he hasn't consumed an ounce of alcohol since his last deportation from trying to smuggle Bermudian whores in exchange to get an autograph from a former rags to riches employer. That was a run on sentence, but hey, no one really reads this stuff anyways. Dressed in a dark suit, he waits for life to return to the town.

The neko was sitting at a chair, she hadn't been to this pub in ages. But it still smelled the same. She felt it, the sea, like it had in hte old days it called to her. Fancy that. Her voice was soft as she drank some mild ale, something she hadn't done in forever. She wasn't drunk, she was stone cold sober.

"The king and his men
stole the queen from her bed
and bound her in her bones
The seas be ours and by the powers
Where we will well roam

Yo, ho, haul together
hoist the colors high
heave ho, thieves and beggars
never say we die

Some men have died and some are alive
And others sail on the sea
with He keys to the cage
and the Devil to pay we lay to Fiddler's Green

The bell has been raised
from it's watery grave
do you hear it's sepulchral tone
We are a call to all, pay head the squall
and turn your sail toward home--" she paused a moment and took another drink. That song, she'd sang that song many times when she'd been alone on watch, not nearly as loudly as the lads had sung 'A Pirates Life for Me.'

She didn't say much, her finger tracing the ring of the mug she was drinking from. She folded her arms and looked over the bar, she hadn't been here in ages. "Sad to say, this was the only place I could think of to feel anything.." It was one of the few places that she felt safe and at home now that the Blackskull was no more.

She clasped the mug in her claws and looked up at him, her eyes flickered with the powers she'd set loose inside her. She rolled her shoulders. "I'm not strong enough Dag. You'll always be worried that something'll happen to me. And then we'll fight and then--" she ran her hand threw her hair. "How can I ask you to stay with me if you can't trust me to know I'll be okay on my own.."

She looked away and stared back at her drink, watching the bubbles rise and fall. "Dag I never needed perfect. If I'd have wanted that I'd have never become a pirate at all, let alone follow Scratch. What I wanted was to live a life worth remembering." She closed her eyes, this kind of honesty hard for her. "I'm not strong enough to fight in your new world Dag, I would be killed. Because I'm not a demon who's been obsessed with strength. All I wanted was to take it all and give nothing back.."