[i]Outside the town of Offtopia, a Pelican flies overhead before touching down. The rear opens, and a figure on a black motorcycle rides out, launching through the air before she crashes into the hard dirt. She drives into town as the roar of her motor becomes more distant.[/i]
[u]The bar[/u]
[i]Rain poured outside on this somber day. The bar was nearly empty, aside from only the bartender. A figure steps through the door of the bar and removes her helmet. Her jet black hair flows in long locks and bright red lipstick coats her lips. Her eyes almost shine with how bright blue they are. She stands in front of the door for a moment, examining the bar before cocking a slight smile. Two silenced 9mm pistol lay on her hips, and a sleek sword rests in it’s sheath on her back. Along her belt lies a variety of equipment, mostly including non-lethal stun grenades. She dons a leather suit that seems to pulse with energy. The helmet lands with a clang on the table next to her as she tosses it and strides confidently towards the bar. The bartender greets her as she sits down.
“What’ll it be?”
She speaks through her thick Russian accent
“Something celebratory.”[/i]
[spoiler]Rp begins here. Offtopic has been dry with them recently, and something happened to condone this woman coming here.[/spoiler]
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[i]A Spectre walks into the bar, blue and snow camouflage denoting Cobalt. He walks up to the bar.[/i]