[ It had taken V longer than he wanted to find this place, though it could easily be forgiven with all the events of the day: it's not every day you wake up in some other world without warning, especially after dying (again). He'd already found a place to live and fed teh cat, so now he was taking some him time to have some fun.
He was pulling away from a group of people and was all grins and smiles. At first glance he might have looked as if he belonged here: his jacket had a large red oni that was half engine that lit up in the dark, his face lit up by the blue glow of the collar of the jacket, his EMP threading flashing from the light as he moved. If the stranger had noticed him by the time he fully pulled away from the group, she might notice how the moment he slid from under their perception, he straightened up and much of that grin disappeared.
He'd been playing up how drunk he seemed to them, blending with them, and as he pulled away he was faced with the awful reality that he was too sober for his own liking. He wound up at the bar next to her, hands placed on the bar to show off metal embedded in his skin much like the EMP threading, and black painted finger nails. With a quick back and forth, he ordered some equivalent to mezcal with added Verve. It was clear that places like this were where he spent most of his time, wherever he was from.
V finally glanced sideways and noticed Angel and gave her a crooked smile. Artificial eyes might have given her a once over. ]
That's a mighty piece'f hardware on your arm. [ He turned so he leaned against the bar with one elbow on the bar top, motioning vaguely to the Pip-Boy with a couple of fingers. ] Don't look like somethin' from here. You an otherworlder too, then?
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He was pulling away from a group of people and was all grins and smiles. At first glance he might have looked as if he belonged here: his jacket had a large red oni that was half engine that lit up in the dark, his face lit up by the blue glow of the collar of the jacket, his EMP threading flashing from the light as he moved. If the stranger had noticed him by the time he fully pulled away from the group, she might notice how the moment he slid from under their perception, he straightened up and much of that grin disappeared.
He'd been playing up how drunk he seemed to them, blending with them, and as he pulled away he was faced with the awful reality that he was too sober for his own liking. He wound up at the bar next to her, hands placed on the bar to show off metal embedded in his skin much like the EMP threading, and black painted finger nails. With a quick back and forth, he ordered some equivalent to mezcal with added Verve. It was clear that places like this were where he spent most of his time, wherever he was from.
V finally glanced sideways and noticed Angel and gave her a crooked smile. Artificial eyes might have given her a once over. ]
That's a mighty piece'f hardware on your arm. [ He turned so he leaned against the bar with one elbow on the bar top, motioning vaguely to the Pip-Boy with a couple of fingers. ] Don't look like somethin' from here. You an otherworlder too, then?