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The Cornerian Complex


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Max: "You don't need to know me to know what right choice to make. You want one more piece of evidence of your fate if you steal something tonight?"

Max closed his eyes tightly for a minute, then opened them

Max: "2 cops with arrive in the bar in 3...2...1."

 

Suddenly, two cops entered into the bar, they sat down and talked to each-other, but also were starring at the raccoon, suspicious of what he might do.

 

Max: "They are on to you, sir. They have been tracking you for a long time and this is the night they will have all the proof they need. I can help you, and everyone else in this bar. You must not let your temptations get to you, got it?"

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[i'd just like to reiterate this rule in case anything potentially goes further, though I admit I am a sucker for some good conflict;]

 

5] Absolutely NO fighting/drawn weaponry within the confines of this thread. Take things to PMs if necessary.

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Any semblance of confidence slid from the racoon's face, and it was evident as he glanced back and forth between his immediate quarry and the law-enforcement personnel in the vicinity.  "I-I'm calling bullshit on this, but I get it.  I agree.  You can stop now.  You've won.  There's nothing more.  Nope.  Nada."  He was stammering at breakneck speed now, simply attempting to fill that void of emptiness with something of substance.  Slowly regaining his composure, he slid to the floor and sat, supporting the side of his head with his hand.  "Just how did you end up here?" 

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[i'd just like to reiterate this rule in case anything potentially goes further;]

 

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[Replying at the moment]

(Don't worry, it will not happen)

Max: "...so what's it going to be, raccoon?"

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[Do take note of my above completed post and edit yours to reflect that. :-P]

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Chis Agathol: "Hey, Tigey, down here."

 

The CDF officer tapped the furry monstrosity on the shoulder.

 

Chis Agathol: "I hate barge in like this, nothing personal, but it was nice and quiet up to a minute ago. I like to keep it that way if you don't mind."

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{Ok}

Max reads his mind, realizing that the raccoon had promised, even though he did not say anything, and was burning with questions. Suddenly, the police bolted out the door, thinking they heard something outside, which was what Max implanted in their minds.

Suddenly, Max smiled again.

"I apologize for all that insanity. Care for a drink? I'll pay."

 



Chis Agathol: "Hey, Tigey, down here."

The CDF officer the furry monstrosity on the shoulder.

Chis Agathol: "I hate barge in like this, nothing personal, but it was nice and quiet up to a minute ago. I like to keep it that way if you don't mind."


"I understand Chis Agathol, CDF officer of the Cornerian defense force. Will not happen again. You seem tired as well, care for a drink?"
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"I understand Chis Agathol, CDF officer of the Cornerian defense force. Will not happen again. You seem tired as well, care for a drink?"

 

 

Chis Agathol: "Alright, I'll take you up on that. Thanks."

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The bartender returned from his break, relieving the temporary worker who took his place for the time he was gone.  He surveyed the area, lots had changed since he left, but as long as things stayed civil, a loud bar was a happy bar.  He enjoyed conversation, but seeing as how everyone in the bar seemed to be occupied, he went back to cleaning a pint glass that was empty and located under the table.  He took this out occasionally in order to look busy, or to avoid people at times.  

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"Some heart-attack medication would be more like it" the raccoon thought, inwardly cursing himself when he recalled his 'associate' would be able to perceive what was occurring in his mind.  Realizing that he had nothing better to do, and also questioning whether what had just taken place was true or not, he could do nothing aside from slide onto a barstool and rest his elbows and black-furred forearms on the counter.  "Just some water would be good," he feebly spurted out to the other bartender that had seemingly come out of nowhere.

 

[Good to see you back, Kage. :P]

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Max: "Don't worry, Mr. Bartender. You don't have to pretend to be busy. I''ll have 2 martinis and a water!"

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The bartender returned from his break, relieving the temporary worker who took his place for the time he was gone.  He surveyed the area, lots had changed since he left, but as long as things stayed civil, a loud bar was a happy bar.  He enjoyed conversation, but seeing as how everyone in the bar seemed to be occupied, he went back to cleaning a pint glass that was empty and located under the table.  He took this out occasionally in order to look busy, or to avoid people at times.  

 

The one armed, red furred vulpine, CDF lieutenant returned to the bar, retaking his original seat.

 

Chis Agathol: "Hi, I've had Macbethian Ale all day. Give me something a little stronger, more kick."

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He looked at Max and then put the glass down, pouring the martinis and placing them on the counter.  He turned around to get the water, talking softly to himself "Looking busy he says... Psh" Of course, his words couldn't be heard over the speech in the bar.  He returned and placed the water on the counter, stepping back and taking the glass again.

 

The bartender looked to the raccoon.  He nodded and poured some water in the glass he was holding, sliding it on the table to the raccoon.  Kage placed it down and slid it to him, picking up another glass to clean.

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Max: "You don't seem to happy today, Mr. Bartender. What's up?"

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While the near disastrous confrontation occurred before him, Hunter noticed that the contact had entered the bar. "Now's my chance, I've got to speak with this guy." He somehow managed to walks over to where the bartender was stationed, unnoticed by the two mysterious beings. "Talk about being pre-occupied. Those two are going to get themselves into some serious trouble at some point"

 

Hunter catches the attention of the bartender. "Hey, could I have today's special?" He asks the bartender, unaware that the bartender would recognize him by his navy blue fur.

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"They've got this poor bartender busy" the raccoon thought as he willfully sipped the water he was allotted.  Finally taking a glance around the setting of the bar, he was met with a nice view.  The low lighting and accents around the numerous bottles and spouts did wonders to entice patrons to order, and he sat and admired the lot of it, earnestly wondering how anyone could keep up with a steady stream of orders and still find everything in its spot.  He noted that he still wanted to talk, just not with the tiger.  "Hey, barkeep.  How long've you been at this game?"  Of course, the question would probably be drowned out by the numerous other queries to the bartender, but he didn't mind.  Hearing his own voice amongst the rabble was reassuring enough.  

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Max:"...this bar sure is nice, isn't it, raccoon?" He looked toward the raccoon, feeling a little guilty for pressuring him like that. He probably almost broke his mind. He wished he didn't have to admit everything that he did. "You know, I've never been to a nicer one like this."

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He looked to the first person to speak to him, then to the second who had an order, and the third making another conversation.  Calmly, he held his hands up, "Hang on just a second" He said, pouring today's special, which was a mix of vodka, chambord, lemon juice, and filled with lemonade in a glass.  Sliding it to the one who ordered it, he noticed who it was 'Oh... this guy' he thought with calm resignation.  He then looked to the first one to speak to him, "Nothing really" He said, "It's not that important.  My girl dumped me the other day, I've been working since then so I can't just -go- to a bar.  I guess this is good enough though." He said.  He then looked to the raccoon, "I've been working here a few months, been mixing drinks for about two years, so I figured I'd give it a shot."

 

Hearing Max's comment, he smiled a bit, "Thanks.  I run the place myself.  I got a few other guys here that help out, but I'm just glad to be here."

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Max: " Would you like some help with the orders? Seems to be a lot. I am quite the pro at serving drinks. I'll even pour you one, too." The tiger smiled to the bartender.

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"That's alright" he replied, "I can handle this" The barkeep finished.  After all, he's done much more than just tend a bar.  

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"Looks like you're doing a damn fine job," the raccoon called back to the bartender - just loud enough to be heard over the noise of the bar.  He was genuinely impressed with the fellow's vivacity for work even under adverse circumstances that were described.  Nervously noting that certain feline mentioning something to him, he cocked an ear to listen and threw out a reply.  "It could be a lot better."  The place was crowded as hell, something the 'coon did enjoy to be fair.  He continued to look intently at the reflective spouts and various bits of chrome behind the bar.  It was a nice bar setup to say the least, noting the point-of-sale systems and other conveniences strewn about.  

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Max replied: "Ok. Whatevs."

Max drank his Martini

Max: "Say, has anyone heard the story about the Lylat Wars? People claim that there was a group of mercenaries that helped the army out clearing the Venomians out."

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Chis spun his empty glass, staring at the influx of costumers. In the crowd, he thought he saw someone he knew and then realized it not to be her. He resumed staring downwards at the empty glass, spinning it with his thumb while holding it in place with his fingers. He had some time to kill before heading back to the Turandaunt, an older heavy cruiser docked in orbit for repairs and crew rotation.

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Something seemed off to the blue fox. First, he was accused of hiding a secret from two random patrons, and now the bartender who should be here helping him was trying to avoid speaking with him. In fact, it seems he would rather not speak to Hunter at all. "I don't understand, was the intel wrong? That never happens...at least not as far as I know."

 

Hunter, unwilling to accept defeat, decides to try once more to speak with the bartender. "Bartender, I am in need of your services." He snaps his fingers, immediately regretting the decision to do so. Surely a hard-worker like this man before him would give him a hard time now. "How did I just mess that up? Crud..."

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A ligress stood by the counter, not too far from the raccoon.  She leaned against the counter, looking around the bar at the people, the drinks, the food.  She was finding it enjoyable too, but she wasn't conversing with anyone, much like the bartender wasn't before.  She kept to herself largely, her drink in her hand.  She figured she'd listen in for now.

 

The bartender looked at the blue furred fox, "What?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.  "Services for what?" He asked incredulously.  What could he have that this guy possibly needs?

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"Looks like you're doing a damn fine job," the raccoon called back to the bartender - just loud enough to be heard over the noise of the bar.  He was genuinely impressed with the fellow's vivacity for work even under adverse circumstances that were described.  Nervously noting that certain feline mentioning something to him, he cocked an ear to listen and threw out a reply.  "It could be a lot better."  The place was crowded as hell, something the 'coon did enjoy to be fair.  He continued to look intently at the reflective spouts and various bits of chrome behind the bar.  It was a nice bar setup to say the least, noting the point-of-sale systems and other conveniences strewn about.  

"Well, you know, sometimes the simplest things make all the difference in life" He didn't mention that he knew that the coon was looking at the chrome and nice shiny things in the bar, since he didn't want to freak him out any more.

"Anyways, I do know already, but you might as well tell me your name." :D

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