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[ISC Enkidu] A Putrid Hub of Muck and Evilness

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"Hrmph. I'll wear what I want!" Specs pouted. She really didn't understand why people were making such a big deal. Clothes were clothes! She wasn't naked and she had covered up what these people had called 'naughty' parts, though, again, she didn't see why they were so forbidden.

Hearing the scuffle of noise behind her, Specs leaned back in her chair, looking at the world upside-down as her hands held on. "Hmmm?" She blinked as saw Louis blocking some creeper. What was happening?
 
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The drunk clapped his hand companionably on Lou's shoulder, his hand leaving a huge, grimy smudge. When he opened his mouth to speak, a cloud of boozy stench rolled out over the entire crew. Myr, again, didn't notice - she was now preoccupied with tamping the tobacco down in her pipe, tongue stuck out the corner of his mouth.

"Heeyyyhhh, no worries, mayneh," he slurred. "Jus' wantin' to say heeyyy to yoh pret-teehh leetle laydee tharr." His hand slid with surprising quickness down the redheaded man's arm and gripped his wrist with crushing strength... out of sight of everyone else. "Ah thaahnk yah shoulh be gettin' outtah thah way?"
 
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Shiori finished up her cup of coffee and replaced her thermos in its hiding place within her coat... then turned to watch the show. Sure, she'd intervene if it looked like the guy actually had a chance to get his hands on the half-naked chick, but at the moment, it promised to be more entertaining watching a drunken guy get his ass kicked by a table of mercenaries.
 
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"Bad choice." Louis grunted. The sudden wrist-clasp had caught him by surprise, but the assassin had been in this kind of situation before. This guy wasn't a professional fighter (then again, neither were most of his hits, and neither was Louis, for that matter), so Louis hoped that a good, stiff left hook would do the trick, get his arm loose and let him press the advantage by allowing him to get to his survival knives.

So he wound up surreptitiously with his left arm, and when he felt the time was right he let fly with the best hit he could muster, aiming for the side of the thug's face.
 
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The drunk got clocked in the face with Louis' fist and reeled backward, letting go of the other man. He nearly fell down, his inebriation making him wobble around, but he was able to keep himself upright by grabbing onto the nearest handhold - which happened to be the arm of a large, burly man. This warranted another punch to the face, but by then the lecherous fellow had enough presence of mind to duck, which caused the punch to go wild and impact a scrawny guy whose clothes were bulging with weapons. Within the minute the minor altercation had devolved into a full-blown bar brawl, with men scuffling indiscriminately, including several attempted attacks on the new Enkidu crew. By now, Myr had managed to light her pipe, and was just laying back, puffing on said pipe and grinning.
 
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"Come on, you, I'll box yer nads into oblivion!" Louis shouted over the din of the bar brawl, ducking as a wooden stool hurtled over his head and made impact with a nearby window. The assassin brought his fists up in a double-handed uppercut aimed at the jaw of a patron coming at him with a fragment of the brown bottle he had been drinking from, immediately turning away from the patron without knowing if his punch had actually done any damage.

"Ack, away with ya!" The assassin shouted again as a patron came at him with a metal table leg. MacEmbrey tumbled right, under the first swing, but caught the fighter's backswing low in the right side of his gut, winding him and putting him off balance. A jab caught him in the ear, and he went down, head reeling. The assassin, temporarily blinded by adrenaline and pain, lashed out madly in all directions with his fists and his feet, not really caring whether or not any successful contact did any damage, before forcing himself shakily back onto his feet.
 
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Tuija's brow had been furrowed. She was already mildly perturbed by the strange circumstances of the 'interview,' and the oddness of the captain and the other interviewees, and this new person who wasn't precisely dressed for space operations, and the sudden bout of violence caught her completely off guard.

She shrank away from the sight of the gun, pressing herself right back into her seat as her eyes went wide. She slowly, carefully, being cautious not to draw attention to herself, moved as far from the fight as she could, towards the corner.

'Is this sort of thing going to be expected often?' she asked Myr, a little breathlessly.
 
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Shiori kept doing her best to remain a spectator. The fight was pretty entertaining, really, and she cackled out loud as the first punch went wild, drawing another party in. As events broke out into a full fight, on the other hand, she started finding amused interest to be a harder and harder position to take.

The merc stole a glance at Myr as she fended off an attacker by slamming him in the face with an end of her thermos--the thing hadn't gotten beaten up by itself, it seemed. "Y'ever think this might not be the best atmosphere for interviews?" For the time being, she was ignoring the fight at large, just doing her best to leave anybody who attacked her personally groaning on the floor.
 
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Myr grinned, glad she'd picked the corner spot. She was safe from the barfight, shielded by walls, the table, and her crew, just sitting there and puffing slowly on her pipe as she watched the brawl unfold. Her eye fixed slowly on each of the crew members in turn, watching how they reacted to the fight. She seemed far, far more amused than actually distressed.

At Tuija's question, she nodded with a toothy grin. "I sure damn well hope so. Keeps life innerestin'." Shiori's query got a bigger rise out of her, though, and she slapped the table with a loud cackle. "This is the best feckin' et-mospherr for everythin', are you kiddin' me?!"
 
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Specs got off her chair and shuffled in under the table, pulling the spanner off of her belt. Any threatening person that came near her would be greeted with either have to wave good bye to their kneecaps, the chuckleheads, or have a spanner to the face. Of course she made sure none of them were from the interview to join the crew. She didn't particularly feel like resorting to her gun.... Even she knew that could only end badly.
 
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Tuija pulled her legs up onto her seat, raising her arms ready to flail ineffectually at anything coming at her face. 'I don't know if I agree with your assessment right away,' she said, sounding a little worried. 'I'll reconsider it once I get a taser implanted!'
 
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"That's what you say up until some moron starts shooting into the crowd..." Shiori paused for a second to duck away from a more enthusiastic attacker.

Given a few moments of reprieve once he was convinced that she was too hard of a target, she took the time to push a few downed men around the table forward into a pile between their table and the crowd at large. It wasn't much, but maybe the knee-height barrier would be enough to slow down anybody who tried to charge at them. "Might wanna slip out before we find out the hard way if the owner has a security contract."
 
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Louis took advantage of a momentary lull in the melee unfolding around him to slip back to the table where the Enkidu crew were speaking. To some of the crew it looked as if he had literally appeared, standing near the table by Tuija, one eye blacked and blood running down his right cheek, out of thin air. To the ones sitting at the right angle, those members of the crew would have seen him slip out of a knot of grappling bargoers attempting to tear each-others' ears off with their fists. How that was supposed to work, Louis didn't know, but he was just glad to have gotten out of the melee for a second.

The assassin looked over towards Shiori as she said something about a security contract. He grimaced visibly at the thought of facing death by shotgun justice from a grimy bartender in the underbelly of Green Nepleslia, still young enough to make a living for himself. Once he had grounded his thoughts again, Louis nodded his agreement.
 
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The barfight raged on as the crew retreated to their table, now protected by a waist-high mound of unconscious drunkards. Unfortunately, apparently the bartender did have a security permit - a deafening noise sounded throughout the bar as he fired his weapon just barely above the barfight, punching a huge hole in the wall (and probably through several buildings over) and dispersing the fight entirely as the combatants scattered.
 
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"Time to go, then?" Louis grunted. He nervously eyed the bartender, pulling his hat brim lower over his face. His honest hope was that the brim, now partially obscuring his face, could hide him from the bartender. The assassin heavily doubted that the gun-toting heavy would recognize him as the instigator of the riot, but it was better to be safe than sorry when the suspect was wielding a heavy weapon.
 
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Tall person in brown coat was walking casaually on the street. She didn't hurry even though she was late a little. Well the pub won't run anywhere.
Chrys was ready to go into space. She wanted to try something new and joining Enkidu just might be the right thing.

She finally saw pub in front of her when she heard gun shot something made hole into wall. She stopped few meters just outside of front doors. Walking in now, would be probably a suicide. Some guy is shooting inside like crazy. Well by now her possible employer is either dead or she will be running outside. Well Chrys can wait for her here.
 
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"Bunch of softies. Back in the day, the gun would've just made 'em angrier." Shiori dropped her thermos (which now had a little blood on the lower edge) onto the table with a clatter and had a seat. "Guess they'll leave us alone for now, though. So what's the plan?"
 
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Myr had already surged to her feet as Louis and Shiori spoke. One hand on her gun, she shuffled forward, punting aside the pile of unconscious guys and gesturing for the newly-formed crew to follow.

"Yep. Let's head out - hurry up, don't make any noise, stay close but pretend you don't know me." She began to stride from the bar, weaving and dodging around fallen combatants and avoiding the bartender's gaze.
 
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Tall woman was waiting outside only for a while when small group went out. Group was led by daring woman with red hair. The would be her new boss. If thing will go good.

Chrys started walking toward tham and stoped few meter in front of them. "Hello. Are you by any chance Myr Barlowe? I read that you are looking for crew."

Chrys was looking down on the woman. Well here on Nepleslie there were only few she wasn't looking down upon. It is hard not to with her height.
 
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Tuija had, by now, completely lost track of what was going on in the room, and leaving seemed like an excellent option. Trying her best to slouch her head all the way down into her sweater, hugging herself with all her arms, she made her way to the exit not too far behind Myr. She paused to take deep, long breaths when she got outside - even the horrifying smog of lower Funky City was a relief compared to the atmosphere of the bar.
 
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