Third Omen ♛ [Action || Voice]

[histruename]

[A demon walks into a bar

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[Action]

[justicereigns]

[Grabbing a rum for himself, and still really shockingly cheerful.]

Which one? [A small barking laugh, despite being the only one amused and drinks his drink.]

[Action]

[histruename]

[Hellboy smiles. Actually smiles at that, even though it looks more like a grimace.]

The War of 1912. [Yes, that is his sense of humor.] Which one do you think?

[Action]

[justicereigns]

[Shrugs, still grinning softly.] Sorry man, my world's back in the 1500s, so I'll be no help there.

As for the draft and shit, the Third Party wants us all to "go home" by killing us permanently and try to take the wings. That's about it. The drafts are to go fight them.

[Action]

[histruename]

Huh. Guess that's one way to do it. But why send a bunch of kids to fight something like that?

[bernardelli]

[ This is one... nervous ass looking barmaid. Normally, Meryl would be able to keep her pokerface, but she is not feeling herself this week. ]

Y-You'll have to be a little more... specific.

[histruename]

[He tries to speak to her as gently as possible, hunching over the bar to hopefully make himself seem smaller.]

Nah, surprise me. Place like this has to have something interesting. Just give me the strongest beer you've got.

[bernardelli]

[ She smiles with her best confidence - this guy probably won't kill her! Probably. She nods, having a feeling he can definitely handle his claim, and busies herself with getting him a pint of the strongest brew. She puts it down in front of him. ]

Here you go! The strongest we have on tap.

[histruename]

[He nods his thanks and takes the beer, offering her a ghost of a smile, for what its worth. Someone once told him he has the face of a broken gargoyle, harsh features that can be inscrutable at the best of times and menacing at the worst, but there are a few who can actually read his expressions.]

Thanks.