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The ghost knocked back a couple more shots, his shoulders slouching as he tips his head back slightly "Pfff, as if killing ever bothered you" He pauses "I can tell, from what I've heard of you, you're not bothered with keeping your hands clean"
He knocks back another shot
"You're the kind of person who acts like hiring minions to murder people lets them dodge the blame"
Another shot
"You're the kind of person who'd host a murder game"
One last shot
"You're the kind of person I just can't stand"
The ghost's aura took on a deathly chill, as the mild mannered, gentle mannerisms of the ghost vanished entirely, the glasses on the bar actually frosting up from the sudden coldness
"If I were you, I'd mend my ways...before you do something you regret"
"If you, or one of your allies hurts Yang, or her sister...I'll do to you, what you do to them..."
@york
Cinder Fall
@DapperDogman
It was uncertain if Cinder was listening or not... But, she sure as hell was drinking... Alot. Despite the sudden chill of sorts creeping into PB's aura, she seemed unperturbed... Maybe she was used to it? Or... Maybe she was too drunk to care? In either case, she had amassed quite a few empty cups around her by now, looks like whatever had happened to her back in Murder Game IX had triggered some sort of change in her... Call it a butterfly effect, or, an epiphany... But, ever since that day... Despite all her powers, that had allowed her to lead so many, she was powerless against all that evil that had enevloped her that fatefull day... Dream or not, it almost seemed to drive her mad to think about the fact that there existed much greater forces outside of Remnants... Ones that could one day surpass the threat the Grimm, or... Even she herself posed. It was uncertain if it was just the alcohol, or something else, but, suddenly, the "flames" that almost appeared to be in her eyes burned a little brighter, it wasn't sure if it was annoyance, or, just curiousity... But, it almost felt like she was staring through him, before she finally turned her gaze away, that burning look seeming to disappear for the moment.
"You speak like you know me... Even if... This is the first time we properly... Spoke." Cinder said, she idly waited, going silent for the moment as she let the bartender fill her a new cup of rather... Strong alcohol, she took another sip almost idly... But, she looked almost hurt at this notion, really... Or, at the very least, uncomfortable... But, it was really difficult to tell with someone like her; the few expressions she showed never seemed to reveal too much to work with...
@DapperDogman
It was uncertain if Cinder was listening or not... But, she sure as hell was drinking... Alot. Despite the sudden chill of sorts creeping into PB's aura, she seemed unperturbed... Maybe she was used to it? Or... Maybe she was too drunk to care? In either case, she had amassed quite a few empty cups around her by now, looks like whatever had happened to her back in Murder Game IX had triggered some sort of change in her... Call it a butterfly effect, or, an epiphany... But, ever since that day... Despite all her powers, that had allowed her to lead so many, she was powerless against all that evil that had enevloped her that fatefull day... Dream or not, it almost seemed to drive her mad to think about the fact that there existed much greater forces outside of Remnants... Ones that could one day surpass the threat the Grimm, or... Even she herself posed. It was uncertain if it was just the alcohol, or something else, but, suddenly, the "flames" that almost appeared to be in her eyes burned a little brighter, it wasn't sure if it was annoyance, or, just curiousity... But, it almost felt like she was staring through him, before she finally turned her gaze away, that burning look seeming to disappear for the moment.
"You speak like you know me... Even if... This is the first time we properly... Spoke." Cinder said, she idly waited, going silent for the moment as she let the bartender fill her a new cup of rather... Strong alcohol, she took another sip almost idly... But, she looked almost hurt at this notion, really... Or, at the very least, uncomfortable... But, it was really difficult to tell with someone like her; the few expressions she showed never seemed to reveal too much to work with...