@_sleeby_rat_
(hhhh I highkey love Baz and highkey think Meun would love Baz lmao)
(hhhh I highkey love Baz and highkey think Meun would love Baz lmao)
(Baz will think Meun is literally amazing. And I love any sleep/dream gods lmao.)
(lmao yeah, Meun is my sleepy boi who needs people to be nice to him for once)
Al finished his next drink, scanning the bar. He focused back on his next Scotch.
((Okay I'm very late what's happening?))
(We're all just sitting in the bar talking.)
((To be honest, idk. I think something big needs to happen to raise the stakes. Any suggestions?))
(Writer's block struck me at the wrong time.)
(Ummm… at this point my main move is just to throw Satan at it but that's too generic and we need something good.)
(maybe there could be a bar fight?)
(These people who study/track/kill/relocate/save/help/interact with the supernatural who call themselves Shepherds?)
(I mean that could kinda work? I know Meun is on the most wanted list of a lot of people bc of his powers)
(In the universe I use them in, Shephards have crazy skills to deal with various glaringly superhuman threats, like well-developed minds and bodies, mastery of strategy, improvisation, tactics, diplomacy, leadership, business, tracking, various fields of science and history, boxing, ninjutsu, medicine, pro-swimming and parkour among others. But I assume if we're going to use them we'd tone it down.)
(that could work. it'd give me an excuse to use Meun's nightmare mode lol)
((Esperanza's to young to be in a bar so I'll just wing it (I'm sorry I had to)))
(Ok. She can meet us outside.)
A large van pulled in the lot. It was all black with a large, complex, runic or glyphic seal contained inside a circle and painted in white on the side. Some guys in long, dark, ominous trenchcoats filed out.
"What do you guys suppose they're here for?" Al asked.
Meun looked up, his eyes widening a bit at the sight of them. "Oh dear…it appears I should be taking my leave," he said quickly before grabbing his drink and chugging it before getting up
Esperanza was chilling in a tree across the street. "Weird…" She murmured, sitting up so she could see better.
"Good grief." Al said, adjusting his coat.
Cressida finishes her drink. "Whoever they are, they seem to be fitting the 'ominous antagonist' stereotype, so I'd be careful."
Meun got up to walk towards the door, but found that it was being blocked by the strange people filtering in. "E-Excuse me," he mumbled as he attempted to get by
"Sounds about right." Al said.
The room began to dull down considerably. They could probably fill about three booths.
"These guys wouldn't happen to be a local company would they?" Al said. "I haven't been in town too long so."
Meun felt his heart begin to race as he found himself unable to get through the waves of people. He decided to go back to the counter, sitting there anxiously as he struggled to hide himself
The bug is just sitting on th bench playing with a spilled drink and tasting it. He still hasnt noticed the large number of people.
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