Crash, wearing his heads-up-display and rollerblades, notices Thraeryn's nod and smiles. "Hey, what's up, man? Enjoying the vibes at Cyberdelia?"

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As Thraeryn takes aim at Rolf, his hand falters for a moment, hesitating. Rolf, noticing the sudden movement, dances away in a blur of vibrant energy, narrowly evading the attack. "Whoa there, friend!" Rolf exclaims, holding up his hands in a playful gesture. "Let's not bring violence to the dance floor! It's all about peace and good vibes here!"

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Thraeryn pays the bartender, leaving a generous tip, and nods to Anesthesia. The vampire's eyes narrow with interest as she observes the glint of silver in Thraeryn's hand. Perhaps sensing the shift in the atmosphere, she reciprocates the nod with a predatory smile, her fangs barely visible. The stage above the crowded dance floor beckons them both with its pulsating music, inviting them to continue their conversation in the heart of the night.

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Anesthesia chuckles softly, her pale fingers idly tracing patterns on the surface of her drink. "Ah, a man of wit and vibrant colors. Conversation, yes, that can be quite exquisite indeed. As for food and clothing, I have peculiar tastes. The darkness has always held a certain allure for me." She leans in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "Tell me, Thraeryn, what draws you to this realm of shadows and the night?"

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Anesthesia turns her gaze towards Thraeryn, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Salut," she replies in a melodic voice. "I am Anesthesia. And as for what I am... let's just say I have a taste for the exquisite." Her eyes sparkle with a mix of mystery and danger.

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The bartender leans on the counter, taking a moment to chat with Thraeryn. "This is Devil's Night," they reply. "It's a goth club, as you can tell. We get all kinds of interesting characters here. Vampires, witches, and everything in between. It's a place for those who embrace the darkness."

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Rolf is spinning and twirling on the dance floor, his split-tongue flicking in and out of his mouth as he moves. He seems to be in his element, completely absorbed in the rhythm of the music.

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Thraeryn heads towards the food spread, his eyes landing on a plate of crispy fried chicken. He picks up a piece, savoring the aroma and the golden crust. The flavor explodes in his mouth, delighting his taste buds. With a contented smile, he takes a seat at one of the newly created park benches, enjoying his meal amidst the transformed surroundings.

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The reporter's eyes widen with a mix of excitement and curiosity. They adjust the microphone and ask, "Tell us more, Thraeryn! Who else is with you? What are your plans to take down the corporations?" The camera zooms in, capturing every word Thraeryn says.

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FRED-209 emits a series of error codes, struggling to comprehend Thraeryn's suggestion. It hesitates for a moment before responding, "Error... conflicting objectives... preserving property... disruption... error..." FRED-209 seems torn between its duty to maintain order and Thraeryn's call to take action against the corporate buildings.

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