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Pani blinked as another woman took Beau's hand. She shrugged and simply said, "Pani. Nice to meet cha." She motioned to the girl to show that she had no problem with him talking to her instead. Suddenly a loud shout rose over the normal mutter of the Intersection.
"WHAT IN HELLS NAME" ,roared the foghorn voice, "IS THE BLOODY HOLD UP?!?!?!" A orange blast of energy was shot into the air and exploded with a sound like thunder. The circle immediately scrambled away leaving what they had been watching and the one who shouted. The man was clad in a dark crimson coat and a black pirate's hat. The Jolly Rodger printed on it was flaming and one of its eyes was a sparkle. A great, bushy beard laid on his bulging belly. His left arm was made of black metal and ended in a powerful looking cannon, smoke rising from its red hot rim. A deathly snarl was scrawled onto his face and he was followed by four strange creatures carrying a large chest. Before him stood the person that had gathered such a crowd. It was a girl, not extremely young but still not old enough to be by herself. She was in a meditational pose, eyes closed, one foot resting on the handle of a small katana which in turn was balanced on another with the tip of its blade touching the ground. She still hadn't moved from her position despite the current situation.
Pani's eyes welled with fear. "Shit, that's her." She thought aloud, gabbing her squeegee and running out the cafe.
"WHAT IN HELLS NAME" ,roared the foghorn voice, "IS THE BLOODY HOLD UP?!?!?!" A orange blast of energy was shot into the air and exploded with a sound like thunder. The circle immediately scrambled away leaving what they had been watching and the one who shouted. The man was clad in a dark crimson coat and a black pirate's hat. The Jolly Rodger printed on it was flaming and one of its eyes was a sparkle. A great, bushy beard laid on his bulging belly. His left arm was made of black metal and ended in a powerful looking cannon, smoke rising from its red hot rim. A deathly snarl was scrawled onto his face and he was followed by four strange creatures carrying a large chest. Before him stood the person that had gathered such a crowd. It was a girl, not extremely young but still not old enough to be by herself. She was in a meditational pose, eyes closed, one foot resting on the handle of a small katana which in turn was balanced on another with the tip of its blade touching the ground. She still hadn't moved from her position despite the current situation.
Pani's eyes welled with fear. "Shit, that's her." She thought aloud, gabbing her squeegee and running out the cafe.
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