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Discussion in 'Pandora, Year 1 - 7' started by Anakin Skywalker, May 8, 2018.

  1. Anakin Skywalker

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    He suddenly found himself in the position where he had gone from no personal time- negative personal time- to some amount of personal time, bits and pieces scattered throughout his weeks. Even as he transferred more and more of his exertions to Project Elysium and his work within the Cosmos, his gradual resignation from the town government still left him with... breaks. On occasion. And this was unprecedented. He didn't know what to do with himself. Unessential reading? Elongating his meditations? Going on a walk? (Checking if Padmé needed anything from the store?)

    There was really just enough time for an impromptu pub visit. His liver was once again young and unblemished and fairly new, which made this the perfect opportunity to finally douse it in spirits. For the first time in decades. And they called him stiff. Uptight. He knew his own foibles as well as anyone, and they plagued him more than anyone.

    As luck would have it, the establishment was dark enough to shadow his on-and-off recognizable features from all but the most scrutinizing gazes... and that they actually sold Alderaan Ruge Liqueur from their stocks.

    Counterfeits, he suspected.

    He ordered a bottle nonetheless, and sequestered himself to an especially dimly lit corner of the bar and far enough from the more lively patrons. There, he had every intent to stew, in the usual way, over what in Malachor he was doing.
     
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    Bars. Pubs. Bars. Pubs. Brunnhilde had even tried a few clubs but there were far too many people trying to dance and it was more difficult to con people into buying her boatloads of drinks when they were too busy trying to dance. She wasn't interested in that so Brunnhilde didn't frequent them. It was more annoying to have to deal with the bitching afterwards. Why did you throw him out the window?? and You have to leave. Whatever, there were plenty of other places for her to go to.

    Like tonight. She had found a popular little place called Pandora's Pub. And she settled in at the bar. For once she had managed to have more than enough money on her to manage for the night but if she also found a mark, well... that was perfectly fine. Except someone started pestering her the moment she sat down. Not someone she wanted to sit with. His voice was off pitch and frankly grating against her ears. Brunnhilde wouldn't have been able to relax with that pinched noise behind his laugh either.

    Brunnhilde told him to buzz off. He didn't listen. She told him a second time and when he didn't listen again, she moved. Two warnings was the limit and most people didn't get that, but the bartenders here poured the shots well and that was a rare thing indeed. So she wanted to stay. Which meant she needed to solve her problem without throwing him through a wall.

    The valkyrie reached out to his arm, which he seemed to be interested by, but her grip was iron and she pulled back with a flick of the wrist. His arm broke almost instantly and he started to scream but she slammed her heel on his foot as well. "Leave." The word was spoken firmly and seconds later he was leaving. Probably to go to the hospital but Brunnhilde didn't care. The man was out of her mind seconds later as a round of shots came by. Five, with different drinks in each. Brunnhilde pounded each back and then took a look around the room, trying to make sure no one had really seen that. Just in case.
     
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    Drinking himself into a stupor wasn't wise when he had only just gotten his independently functioning liver back, but the more loudly a particularly grating man tried to woo himself into the pants of-- was that Brunnhilde, a few stools over-- the stronger the temptation. Ordinarily he should have found himself overtaken by the impulse to break or rend something, but he found his drink, the acrid taste of it, the fact that he could taste it, the way the burn traveled down his throat, considerably more interesting. He wondered how many drinks his new liver could take before he damaged it again.

    And then the imbecile was screaming about his foot. Barely a spike of discernible activity compared to the pub or bar or whatever's ambient cacophony, but unfortunately near enough to his secluded position to tear at his eardrums. Fixing a thin glower forward, his jaw almost too tight for the scenery, he refilled his glass and downed his spirits in one go.

    Only when all was... relatively... peaceful again did he flick his gaze toward her. In her case, his was the rare sort of gaze that was neither lewd nor motivated by meek curiosity. Just a flat familiarity she probably wouldn't expect from a face she had probably never seen before. All in spite of their cheerful rapport during those few bounty assignments she had taken at the behest of Darth Vader. The last one involved some kind of gas giant behemoth, didn't it? He had such fond memories of that.

    "I thought you would have taken care of that sooner-- was it Valkyrie or Brunnhilde?" Anticipating the who the fuck are you the instant he humored the startling whim to address her at all, he poured himself another drink and drowned himself with it. Hm, no, still not drunk enough for any of this.

     
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    Brunnhilde had picked up a few odd jobs here and there. Nothing exactly steady because she had a habit of not showing up until she needed to get drunk again. Which didn't make her the most reliable for long term jobs. She just did the short term. Bounty hunting and the like. Supposedly dangerous things that paid well but Brunnhilde did not get easily drunk on the weak spirits of Pandora. It cost almost as much to keep her drunk for a short time. Thus the issue with her life at the moment.

    Very few people had interacted with her in regards to a lot of the bounties she had helped with. Mostly one man with a weird deep voice and a weird mask on his face that made him sound like some sort of wannabe pervert lurking around a corner. Not that Brunnhilde cared or anything of that nature but she might have been really, really hungover one morning when she was trying to get a few more tidbits of information from the man about said bounty. To the point where she might have slurred out a few things that she would have otherwise kept shut about. Like being a Valkyrie. Or maybe the Valkyrie. Brunnhilde couldn't remember which one.

    That was alright. The masked man hadn't told anyone that she knew of. No one else had ever brought it up until now. In fact, Brunnhilde had sort of never brought it back up and avoided anything around it. So when a man sat down next to her and called her valkyrie, her gaze may have snapped suddenly to him. He wasn't Asgardian. He did not look the part and he did not have the right accent. So unless he was someone from another part of her life she did not know, how the fuck did he know about valkyrie?

    "How about neither." She was judging her options were at this point. She could have punched him but then she would have had to leave shortly afterwards. Before anyone could react. Brunnhilde was sure she could get a hit in subtly though. Sharp, quick jab to the ribs the shatter several. She could just wrap an arm around him and pretend to be talking to him, before letting him lean against the bar like herself after a bender a bad drunk. Then Brunnhilde could leave with none the wiser.

    That seemed like a good plan to her. She didn't like it that anyone knew she was a valkyrie and started talking about it. "How do you know those names?" Maybe that would be an important things to learn about before she decided to crush his ribs into his lungs.
     
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    Had he struck a sore spot? Apparently he was so good at doing that, it even happened unintentionally. Fine. His consideration for the feelings of others had to be rebuilt from irreverent scratch, and he hadn't made that much progress yet. His consideration for the impulses of those with monstrous, inhuman strength who could shatter bone with a flick of their wrist, on the other hand- that always did require a moderate dose of mindfulness.

    And that was why he remained right where he sat initially, on the far end of the bar still a few comfortable stools away. "You told me." He drank again in spite of himself. His limit was up to the point where he could no longer dodge unexpected lunges or projectiles as effectively, and he was not there yet. "Or I might have uncovered it looking into you as I hired you for the bounty. I don't remember." Apparently there were warriors named Brynhilde or Brunhilda or Bumhoba who were also called Valkyries in mythologies from- again, a planet called Earth. Such a popular world. But his recollection was superficial at best- it'd been months since he'd last seen or heard from her and that felt nearly lifetimes ago.

    He'd thought she would have vanished by now, as most of the people he encountered months ago.

    Then he admitted, an edge of slow reluctance in his tone, "I'm unrecognizable without the suit. I know."



    (( whispers he didn't sit down next to her bc he doesn't want to get broked right after getting fixed LOL
     
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    You told me. Brunnhilde's gaze narrowed as he said that. Trying to weigh out the possibility of truth in his words. She had lived a long life. She would likely live a very long time after this point. So while her gut reaction was to consider the man's words as lies, Pandora had put doubt into her mind. What if he was from some point before she had been betrayed by Odin? Or if he was so far into the future that something had changed?

    Then he mentioned something about a bounty and another thing about a suit. Like those words were supposed to mean something to her. That was something that sounded like her, but that meant he wasn't from a point in her life she was a different person. Different from who she was now in fundamental ways. Not if she had been hired by a bounty. That had only set in after the mess with Odin and his spawn.

    "How drunk was I?" That would be the only explanation. No matter if it had been here in Pandora or back in her home universe, she would need to be absolutely wasted to say such a thing. Or hung over. So hung over she couldn't think straight, which always meant she had managed a rather spectacular way the night before. Admirable of course but it was always shitty as hell the next day.

    He'd have to be a whole hell of a lot more specific about the suit though. Brunnhilde had met thousands of people in suits, gender not always obvious and frankly she never gave a damn. A job was a job was a job. Here in Pandora she needed money more than she had ever had before. So the valkyrie might have gone out while drunk or hung over to get more money, despite how she might have felt on the matter.
     
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    His blue eyes flickered from his drink to her, a look of thought crossing over his brow. Normally he couldn't be assed to remember half the people he hired for any number of reasons. They often vanished before long, or they were killed. Veterans of his assignments had a tendency of succumbing to either or, and those who remained consistently employable over the years he could count by the digits of one hand. When they did reappear, he supposed that'd make for stimuli enough to jog his memory.

    "I couldn't understand half of what you were saying." That was also rare. Most aspiring bounty hunters were typically cogent when laying out their qualifications before him -- but apparently she had also made up for that through sheer strength. Which was why he would continue to keep those stools between them, if he had any say in the matter.

    How low he had fallen. Or maybe he had always been this low, and he simply hadn't acknowledged it fully until now. Very deep.

     
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    I couldn't understand half of what you were saying. Brunnhilde nodded slightly, that sounded about right with either situation. She had been really, really drunk or really, really hung over. Either way, she didn't like him knowing that she was a valkyrie. "Brunnhilde. Use that one." Valkyrie just wasn't allowed. Anyone who called her that would be smashed through a wall seconds later. He as getting one pass whoever he was, if only because his story sounded legit.

    "What suit are you talking about?" Because if Brunnhilde hadn't been coherent with her words then it was likely that she did not know this kid. Nothing about his voice rang a bell, nor his posture, nor the cadence of his voice. If they had met, then it had been something that she could barely remember. But if there was something special about this suit then maybe it could jog her memory.

    Brunnhilde finished the drink she had been on and waved another over. It was obviously going to be one of those nights and if she got banned from this place before the end of the night, then she got banned. There were certainly plenty more drinking establishments around to hit up until this place forgot about her all together.
     
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    This was turning into a funny conversation whose original purpose he had utterly lost. Then again, there was no original purpose. This really was one of those nights, where he made a game out of how many times he could question his judgment. A man could only care about order and sense in a senseless world for so long until something within him cracked.

    But Brunnhilde wasn't the worst company he could have serendipitously landed next to, assuming the night wouldn't end with her breaking his bones. He'd only just gotten some of those bones back, thanks.

    He gave a nod of curt acknowledgment. "It was black. Taller than I am, with a breathing apparatus. Darth Vader was the name I used." Shutting down a cringe that threatened to make its way to the exterior, he squared his shoulders and drained his glass of its last drops.

     
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    Brunnhilde didn't fully understand what he was talking about at first. Black suit. Taller. Breathing. Darth something or other. It all sounded a little bit silly. She had to take her time to think about those details. Her mind shuffled through a number of fighters back on Skaar that had had such things. People who thought they were super cool or badass, none of them stood a chance in the ring though. Not after Brunnhilde had found the champion. Anyone who went up against the hulk who was not Brunnhilde was going to have a bad time.

    But if he was also talking about a bounty then that narrowed things down. While what she did before Pandora was certainly along the lines of bounty hunting, it was more... talent acquisition. And forced slavery. But that was the kind of world Skaar was and nothing was going to stop her from making money. No, the bounty hunting had been after Pandora. The only way to make a semi decent pound in order to try and get drink.

    Black suit. Taller. It took her a moment to remember what he was talking about because Brunnhilde had never mentally thought of the man in the suit by his name. Not Darth Vader. "Ohhhhh weird breathing guy. Right." She pointed at him for a second and frowned. "You don't sound like him at all. Or is that just something that happens when you decide to wear your weird suit?" Brunnhilde had no fear at all in her speech. She had only been semi-respectful before because money had been involved. Now? Now he was nothing more than a weird guy down the bar from her.
     
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    He snapped his fingers and gave a sage (perhaps relieved) nod of confirmation. Maybe the alcohol had finally begun to impact his system after all. His inability to care about any of the things he often pretended to care about posed an additional factor. Gone was any incentive to be stoic much less imposing, or to carry out his aims through any means necessary be it fear or pain.

    Then again, what aims? His dealings with Elysium station and the excursions in space beyond interested him more than the SUF had for some time, but he had no true aims, aside from the one mantra that continued circulating through his head after coming to that precious, precarious understanding with Padmé: don't be awful.

    He hadn't even been sure that he remembered how to snap. Well, now he knew.

    "Breathing guy. Yes." That was fine, actually. That hit the mark and was an indication that the meeting he remembered them had transpired, as opposed to this being ... a rebooted version of herself or him losing his mind in entirely novel ways. "That was an apparatus to keep me alive." He squinted at his empty glass, turning it over in his hand vaguely toying with the notion of ordering a whole new bottle. "Life support. I was... ill, and just recently recovered." Right, that was one way to put it.

    But he decided that he disliked describing it in that way, and opted to push past into somewhere more palatable overall, if not bland. "Is this what you've been spending your payment on?" He gestured vaguely at their surroundings, a frown crossing his features briefly.

    He liked to think the agreed upon rate and compensation was worth more than this -- but then again, it'd been some months.

     
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    Breathing guy. Yes. At least he had understood what she was saying. It had been one of his most defined traits to Brunnhilde. The black creepy mask hadn't been that big of a detail for her but compared to Hela, a lot of things weren't that bad. The valkyrie was just glad that there seemed to be one spawn of Odin rolling around Pandora and he was easy enough to handle. She didn't want the woman with the multi-horned helm showing up any time soon. She was trouble through and through.

    Then he used a big word. Something that Brunnhilde might have known about in another life time when she had only gotten drunk at celebrations and the like. Before Hela. Before all the valkyries died. But currently? No way in hell did Brunnhilde understand that. She just nodded along like she did because Brunnhilde couldn't be bothered to explain that. Or to try and understand it. Such a thing would take too many brain cells that needed to concentrate on drinking instead.

    "Congrats on breathing right." Breathing well? Being alive? Brunnhilde didn't care. "Sounds like you need some more drinks." Which was her current reaction to most "celebration" like things. Booze, booze, and more booze. She had been drinking like this for over a thousand years. No one was able to keep up with her anymore.

    One eyebrow arched when he strayed into the territory of what she spent her money on. "Earth liquor is weak. Humans are weak in return. It takes a bar to get me hammered." There was a simple shrug of her shoulders because that was just the way her world worked. She could drink almost anyone on this planet under the table if she felt like, or that was Brunnhilde's assumption. "How many drinks does it take for you to feel it, Vader?" Because that was the real question. A number of people could go down in a shot, while others took half a bottle. Unless Brunnhilde found something special, it took her six bottles.
     
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    He tried to remember the appeal of the bar scene, and fell short. Even as a Jedi he only ventured into cantinas for questioning or sleuthing. Leisure always came second to whichever mission he had on hand, and when he was personally in the mind for leisure, he couldn't remember ever choosing cantinas deliberately. And now he was here, without a mission aside from the sole objective of wasting what free time he managed to finally scrounge.

    Maybe that was the core of it. Wasting time. Where he found it disdainful before, it was almost beginning to feel like a coveted luxury.

    "Wouldn't know. Haven't had a drink in twenty years." Had his threshold changed? Improved? Deteriorated? He did not know if a goddess-rejuvenated liver also meant a higher tolerance for toxicity. He could also cheat, meditate while drinking to detoxify himself-- but rarely had he ingested large enough quantities, even in decades past, for that to have been necessary. That had typically also been for some mission or other, though. Go figure. "Depend what it is. Certain star systems have a culture of producing harder" more poisonous "liquor than others." He paused to consider the label of his own bottle with a skeptical squint. "... I don't trust the labels here."

     
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    Haven't had a drink in twenty years. Brunnhilde made a face and she wouldn't have been able to stop herself in the least bit. Going two decades without drinking sounded like some sort of personal hell for the valkyrie. In fact, it sounded like the exact kind of hell she never wanted to live through. Ever. Which was the entire issue she was going through now. Not enough cash to pay for her suddenly expensive habit because humans were such weaklings. It was more than enough to frustrate Brunnhilde. If she had been a more violent person, she might have killed a few just out of her frustration.

    "I've tried most things they call drinks here. Most of the bottles are a lie." She snorted that at the bartender who simply gave her a bit of a look back, before taking another drink of what had been put in front of her. "I've asked for the strongest in several different establishments and very few seem to understand what that means." In a few locations she had been able to work her way through a couple of different types until she found one with a bit of a kick. Which wasn't to say it was always what she needed but mixing and matching had started to get her where she needed most nights.

    Of course Brunnhilde also had a habit of getting sick in response to those situations but that was minor in the grand scheme of things. She got over it quick enough and that was all there was to it. "Why haven't you had a drink in two decades?" Perhaps it was for a personal reason but the man should not have started a conversation with Brunnhilde if he wanted to avoid weird, blunt questions. Valkyries had no time nor patience for any kind of hidden messages in their conversation, unless it was with each other. She took another gulp of her drink and realized that it was already empty. The valkyrie motioned for the bartender to get her another drink despite the fact it was weak because weak drinks were still better than no drinks.
     
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    "The mask. I couldn't breathe without it." The way he lifted up his shoulders in a shrug suggested he didn't take that nearly as personally as he could have. Funny how underwhelming his drastic change of heart had been.

    He could have forced himself to drink, but that would have required a special sort of dedication to alcohol that he never possessed. Not long ago he was presented with another opportunity, with Hershey, and he still found himself disinterested bordering on repulsed. His reasons at the time likely required an extensive psych evaluation.

    And yet he found himself here tonight. Maybe he needed to know he could overcome it after all, but without the prying eyes of those who were familiar. Brunnhilde couldn't care less and that was fine enough for him. If he cared more, he would say that living only for drinking was no way to live at all, but what did he know about living? He imagined there must be some old man or woman in her life, or the ghost of one, shaking their head at the squandering of her potential. They all had at least one.

    "There's a place in Elysium," he started again, the words falling in a bland, half-dead tone whereas most would at least pretend to throw in some flourish to impress, "that's begun to pride themselves on an ale produced from toxic fumes mined from a nearby asteroid cluster. Technically it's prohibited." Technically, it was prohibited under his authority due to complaints and concerns over the few who were stupid enough to partake and be promptly carried out in stretchers, but when did prohibition do anything to discourage the stupid?

     
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    Not being able to breath without the mask had to really suck. It was something that Brunn had never considered and if she was being honest with herself, she'd forget before the hour was done. It just wasn't an important detail to the valkyrie much like the man across the way wasn't important either. Well, he had been important at one part because he had been giving her money but that was hardly the case now. Now she was just sitting through supposed small talk with a man who knew her by too many names.

    Getting tired of actually bandying words with the man across the way, Brunnhilde got up from her seat and took her drink with her, sauntering over to where not-Vader was sitting. There was someone beside him in the seat that she wanted, so the brunette simply gave the man a bit of a look before he scrambled in another direction. Apparently a few people had seen her before and that was probably a good thing because Brunn liked it when people made way for her. It almost felt like a touch of respect, even if it was fear instead.

    The valkyrie sat down next to the man who had once given her money and took another drink as he began to explain where something good to drink was. Her face might have finally focused in on him and might have brightened just a touch, but that was only because what he was telling her sounded like a promising way to drink! Toxic fumes to humans probably but Brunnhilde didn't care. She didn't care about a lot of things like legalities either, at least at the moment. Getting drunk was her prime objective and no one was going to stop her from managing that, even if it was the law.

    "Good to know." She didn't think it would affect her too badly but she'd have to check it out next time she was up by Elysium. Which was going to be sooner instead of later, now. "Any other spots like that? That you know of?" If he was going to be free with his information then Brunn was going to ask the important things. How to get drunk in Pandora 101, being the most important.
     
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    In hindsight mouthing at each other from a few seats over was probably awkward, but if the inconvenience hadn't been enough to deter him, then societal norms had no chance.

    And then suddenly Brunnhilde, who disliked being called Valkyrie, moved closer. Practically a mask if its own, his expression unchanging as he watched her sit down with marginally renewed interest-- maybe because he felt reasonably more assured that she no longer seemed to have that inclination to crush his ribs. One could reasonably guess the woman was a dangerous drunk, unpredictable, and with nothing to be gained from further smalltalk.

    "More contraband. In storage." He shrugged. "Not long ago, Special Forces raided a brewery that'd been emitting fumes into the atmosphere. They're likely still trying to think of ways to dispose of the tonic without making it an environmental hazard--"

    The bar counter suddenly rattled beneath his hands, upturning his almost-empty-anyway bottle and spilling its contents across the surface. A large man, larger than the two of them combined, was smashing his fists against the counter on the other end and screaming expletives about how his associate was a "fuckin cheat". There were playing cards scattered about that area, and the bartender desperately raising his hands to placate.

    He sighed, and finished what remained of his glass.

     
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    If there was one thing Brunn didn't like, it was a disturbance in her drinking. She had moved over to have a decent conversation with the sour faced look on his mug, if only because he seemed to have information that the valkyrie was interested in. When he cut off in his conversation because some beast at the end of the bar didn't like that he was losing at cards? Well that was something that the valkyrie really didn't like.

    Brunn leaned back in her stool and eyeballed the situation even as the bartender tried to settle the problem. Or maybe tried to make sure that things wouldn't get hurt. Vader may have wanted to keep himself out of it but Brunn always handled problems when they bothered her. Besides handling problems was a good way of making sure that the bar preferred her around instead of the other way around. Besides there was probably free drinks in order when she solved problems. That was probably the best way to handle it.

    So she growled out down the bar, not caring to mute her voice in anyway. "Shut up. Or I'll give you something to be upset over." The valkyrie knew that she was going to need to likely follow that up. At least if the men hadn't seen what she hd done before and it did seem like that was the case because the man starting things was now yelling at her. Telling her to keep her nose to herself and something about a bitch, and really Brunn didn't care.

    Instead she looked down at what was in front of her before settling on her beer bottle. The brunette drained it in one large gulp, almost as if it vanished by magic, and then she leaned back to gauge how far away the man was. It was simple enough, she gripped the bottle by the neck, turned it upside down, and then flicked her wrist. The bottle shot out far faster than it ever should have and beaned the man in the head. The bottle shattered but it also knocked him out. He slumped over in his stool and then fell on the very cards that had been scattered to the ground.

    Brunn sat back up, motioning for another beer from the same stunned bartender before turning back to Vader. "So, you were saying?" Straight and to the point, glad that things were quieter.
     
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  19. Anakin Skywalker

    Anakin Skywalker Star Wars

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    He was reminded, more so than usual, of why he didn't frequent bars. As a Sith Lord who was all but perpetually masked, he'd mastered that dead inside expression that no one had the privilege of seeing, that he wore freely now as he stared forward at his section of behind-the-bar. Where there were no eyesores and temptations to murder in public.

    At least Brunnhilde took care of that quickly. He heard the sounds of glass smashing and what could've only been a bottle colliding with the laserbrain's head, followed by an unceremonious thud against the counter.

    After a pause, he continued as if someone had clicked unpause on his face. "Environmentally hazardous moonshine. In storage somewhere. The government stuck on ways to get rid of it. You might be able to convince them before they enlist a wizard to perform some vanishing act."

    Stomp stomp, the sound of heavy footsteps approaching their end of the bar could be heard as one of the lumberhead's companions (the ones lumberhead had been bickering with moments ago) loomed ominously close. From the distorted reflection in his glass, he could catch a glimpse of hulking metal arms and veins bulging out of a shiny, bald head.

    "Hey, you gonna apologi--"

    He curled his thumb and forefinger together, and the gruff, thinly veiled threat degenerated into wheezing and gasping, telltale signs of a throat constricting.

    Must've been an asthma attack.

    "I think I am done here," he said to Brunnhilde, with raised brows and in a voice that was slightly lighter than he'd sounded all day. A poor facsimile of chipperness if there ever was one. Leaving his payment on the counter, he rose to his feet and casually walked around the choking man who was just about on the precipice of turning purple and collapsing onto the floor.

     
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  20. Brunnhilde

    Brunnhilde Marvel Universe

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    The valkyrie did like handling problems straight on. There were very few things in this world that would be able to stand up to her or her fighting experience. She looked at Vader as he said something or other that sounded like her kind of thing. Environmentally hazardous moonshine. It was like music to her Asgardian ears. Anything along the lines of getting herself stupid drunk was like music to her ears. She wanted nothing more than to be blissfully, wonderfully drunk. So she was going to have to follow up on that someway.

    Someone else decided to come up despite the fact that Brunnhilde had just knocked their buddy out with a bottle. That was stupid sorts of thinking. But even before the valkyrie could respond to the situation, Vader was doing something with his hand that suggested he was the reason why the other man suddenly stopped. It looked like he was choking, grasping at his throat like that, and Brunn had to admit that such a thing was a neat party trick. Not something she was capable of but she could have easily done the same with her actual hand. Would have been neat not to get up though.

    So Brunn was smiling when the man next to her got up and said he was done with the day. She waved to him as he left, not really caring what happened to the man who suddenly dropped on the floor after Anakin left the place. Didn't matter to her at all. She supposed she was supposed to care but the weak died. That's how it always was.

    Fin.
     
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