walks into the bar drawn back once more

Saturday night, a big night at the prison
only a half day of work tomorrow, and meat with their rice for supper

How about I come around from behind the bar to in front of it?

I might still be carrying a pitcher of Pride Sangria for the ample pouring, especially my own glass.

Nothing like a good election season to bring out the party in you.

Hoping I don't get photographed in anything like an unflattering light tonight.

She couldn't help herself when she saw your shirt. She shook her head and chuckled.

"I like yours too. I might have to get myself one of those."

She settled back on her barstool after stuffing the tip jar.

"How've you been?"

She slid two fingers into her pant pocket and pulled out the couple of bills she'd put aside for tonight. Two fifties. One of which she tucked back into her pocket and the other she leaned over the bar and tucked into the tip jar.

"It's all because of Big O."

Speak of the devil and he appears.

Surprised to see you working she motioned at you behind the bar

"I think you are on the wrong side tonight there Orlando you should be partying."

she smiled and gave you a cheers with her drink

World Breakers HQ
His circulatory pumps comply with your orders.

New problem...power drain. His cyberware is trying to reboot itself into a default setting after all the damage done and it's sucking up all available internal battery power to pull it off. Meaning everything mechanical will shut off in a moment...leaving his bios to fade even faster.

Work fast Mr. Olveira...

Eir Ascle-

That's...disgusting. But he's unconscious, so he'll allow it.

Beneath his skin is a series of cranial plates attached to his skull. Reinforced armor to keep his brain safe.

15 years ago, an assassination attempt with a hypersonic round managed smash a dent into the very back of his skull plating. Thinning and weakening a spot there.

Use it how you see fit.

lookign again

out

peeking in

She winked at you and paused in lifting her glass to her lips.

"I give a lot of good things." she winked and finished lifting that glass to her lips to take a sip. Smirking against the rim.

She swallowed a bit of her beer and lowered the glass to the bartop.

"No. I'm still working non stop. "
The cop presence in this place made her uneasy. She had to get the hell out of dodge. She wasn't about to say all that though.

"Needed a bit of a break. Something had to give."
That was her answer, and it wasn't far from the truth. She did tell Orlando if he needed extra hands at events she'd help he could always give her a call.

Not tonight though. Tonight she's off work and having a few drinks that she doesn't have to make.

~sitting outside on the veranada sipping ice water with freshly sliced lemon~

stepping in

Because nothing is ever simple.

I manage to find my way behind the bar, finally.

World Breakers HQ
:Get the brain into the can, and we can probably all get on that elevator and get out of here. No need to complicate with the drones.:

She'll do her best to make sure it happens, anyway. Echo has the zealot distracted at the very least, and she and Dylan can add to it with little effort.

Smiling as she listened and then nodded.

"Okay deal"

with that she let the bartender know to put your drinks on her tab

sipping on her drink she relaxed in her seat and turned and looked around.

"This place does know how to throw a party"

she chuckled as she saw all kinds of things going on tonight

enjoying the evening

World Breakers HQ
Her specialty is really kind of a floater position, so babysitting duty? Keeping you upright while you and Perry both do your specialties? Totally within the scope of duties.

She also hasn't fired on the zealot lady yet. Partly to not draw attention, and partly because she feels that same hesitation.

"Would it do any good to ask Echo to stand down?"

...she puffed out a pouty lip...

But you give good drink.

...she winks at you...then looking at what you have and they eyes to ryan as he takes her drink order....

So what did you give up the service professions?

..turning to Victoria Laurent...

Hey! sometimes we have to hermit for a while. I know I've certainly been guilty of that. When you feel like you have to be on in a crowd. It's usually best just to give yourself those breaks.

World Breakers HQ
It's a hard backward lean that has him avoiding the first throw of the blade. He doesn't recognize it as a test, just an attempt to kill him.

What end? What was he doing this for? To clear his bounties. His beloved was mortally wounded in Richter's pursuit of them. Echo wanted his normal life back. That was his pursuit.

He watches as his bullets...do nothing. Worse than nothing. They're just absorbed.

"Jesus Christo..."

That...shouldn't happen. At a bare minimum, they should bounce off of your armor. You're bending some serious physics in front of his optics right now and it's making him worried.

IRIDIA was right...

His love is in the dead world. A dying world. A world of dust and bone. It was all he knew. It was all he would defend at any cost.

He comes all the way around, 360 degrees before he takes another run at you...guns held up and...

The Flamberge starts its return...

 

1-2: Echo completely avoids the boomeranging blade.
3-4: Echo gets clipped by it and has to regroup. Lose a turn.
5-6: The blade...does some damage. Bad damage.