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Tension at The Chatsubo Bar
Zeb raises a hand in a casual toast, an attempt to lighten the moment after his act of violence. Ratz gives him a long, hard stare, the intensity in his squinty brown eyes betraying a mix of anger and caution, but he does not respond verbally. The German bartender's metallic teeth clench together, revealing his disapproval of the situation as he returns to his work with a sense of resignation, tending to the bar with his jerky mechanical arm. The atmosphere remains tense.
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Bartender with Robotic Arm Smiles
Ratz looks up from polishing a glass with a grimy cloth, his mechanical arm whirring softly in the background. He sizes Hiro up with a squint and a barely perceptible tilt of his head. "Herr Hiro," Ratz rasps, his voice gravelly, the corners of his mouth lifting in what barely passes for a smile, revealing his webwork of decayed and metallic teeth. "Welcome to Chatsubo. What can I do for you?" His robotic arm comes to rest, and his gaze briefly flickers to zeb, acknowledging the introduction.
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Robotic Pour in Red Glow
Ratz's mechanical arm whirs into action, selecting a bottle of bourbon from the shelf with practiced ease. He pours a measure into a glass, neat, and slides it towards wrewdison. "Here you go," he grunts, with a slight nod of acknowledgment. "Enjoy, Herr." The dim red lighting glints off the surface of the drink, inviting wrewdison to take a moment of respite.
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Ratz Awaits in Dim Bar
Ratz, looking over to wrewdison with a quizzical lift of his brow, briefly halts the continuous work of his mechanical arm. He nods slowly, indicating his willingness to echo wrewdison, his steel prosthetic teeth glinting faintly in the bar's low light as he awaits the words to be repeated.
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Cyberdeck User Enters Cyberspace
Wrewdison, with a practiced motion, connects the Ono Sendai Cyberspace 7’s dermatrodes to his temples. He adjusts the terry sweatband on his forehead, ensuring a secure and comfortable fit. Eyes close, body still, as his consciousness slips into the ethereal realm of cyberspace. Inside, raw data and neon lights converge into a sprawling digital landscape before him, waiting to be navigated.
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Conspiratorial Glance in Chatsubo
The trench-coated figure and the contact share a glance, as if silently determining how much to reveal to wrewdison. The contact, after a moment's pause, speaks in a low yet clear voice, "We've been discussing certain... shifts in the city's undercurrents. There's a plan brewing, one that could change the game for all of us." The trench-coated figure takes a slow sip of bourbon, eyes on wrewdison but betraying nothing more. "It's a night of opportunity," they say cryptically, "and perhaps, with the right alliances, it could be quite profitable for all involved."
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Cloaked Figure in Chatsubo Bar
Phil, shrouded in a billowing black cloak, exudes the quiet confidence of one harboring a grand secret; beneath this guise lies Doctor Doom. Utilizing his exceptional intellect and mastery of both technology and mysticism, he moves with calculated stealth, both a force of nature and a whisper in the wind.
As he approaches the perimeter of the Avengers Tower, the towering edifice of might and vigilance, Phil activates a device concealed within the folds of his cloak. Circuits hum and cloak shimmers, cloaking him in invisibility. He slips past the security systems, unnoticed by the watchful eyes that seek to protect the Tower, creeping ever closer to the secrets held within its walls.
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Bartender's Grimace in Neon Glow
Ratz catches Phil's wink, and the corner of his mouth twitches into what could be mistaken for a smirk if it weren't for the webwork of steel prosthetics and decayed teeth that flash briefly. He leans in slightly, keeping his voice low. "Herr, vielleicht. Someone might have been looking for you. Didn't leave a name, just said they'd find you themselves. Watch your back, ja?" Ratz then goes back to wiping down the bar with a ragged cloth, his prosthetic arm jerking mechanically as he works.
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Neon Glow in Silent Bar
As Donbirch continues to peer into his orb, the energies within begin to swirl anew, responding to the rich imagery in his mind. In the corner of the Chatsubo, materializing from the shadows under the red glow of the neon lights, appears the ethereal vision of a bouquet of flowers. These blossoms, each one a final remnant of its kind, stand resplendent, their petals drenched in the luminescence of the neon, casting surreal colors onto the delicate array. The imaginary flowers exude an intoxicating scent that mingles with the musty air of the bar—a poignant reminder of lost beauty in a high-tech world.
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Cosmic Cheese Constellation in Orb
Donbirch gazes deeply into the brilliant glass orb, its swirling cosmic patterns seemingly in flux. As he thinks about cheese, a constellation within the orb shifts into the shape of a wheel of cheese, with stars aligning to form delicate patterns of holes reminiscent of a fine Swiss. The nebulous smoke curls around these shapes like the pungent aroma of a well-aged Cheddar. Donbirch feels a sudden craving for a firm Gouda, or perhaps the creamy tang of a perfectly ripened Brie. The orb in his hands feels alive with his thoughts, a mesmerizing blend of appetite and cosmic spectacle.
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