Scene #7585: Underage Mahou Drinking

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Okada Izou	"Alcohol," Okada Izou says, raising a jug from the floor, "Is best friend of the whole world." The place is...well, let's call it shabby. It does, indeed, have that feeling of an old-school shifty Japanese gambling den, the sort of place that might have been run by a local Yakuza clan in its heyday. The walls are mostly peeling wood, with some half-assed turned-off neon signs the owner probably doesn't care enough to turn back on. The pool table no longer has legs so some enterprising folks have taken to using it as a dice and card space on the floor. The lights above have the occasional ominous flicker of a bar in which someone could get stabbed at any minute, though evidently nobody does. It's because everyone here knows why they're there - to celebrate alcohol in their own special way Now whether that celebration is a cheerful festival like Izou's or a depressing funeral like some of the men and women at the bar is entirely up to the person in question. But they're all here to get drunk. Nobody really has the energy to stab anybody else. Also, the bouncer is fucking huge and so is the barkeep. The bouncer is a massive woman with dark hair and slightly dark skin, probably of mixed heritage leaning South American, while the barkeep is a massive Russian man heavy around and up top and below and pretty much everywhere. Between the two of them it's probably more trouble than it's worth to even pick a bar fight. Izou waves the jug around a bit and laughs. That's the real reason he brought them here. It's not the shady atmosphere. It's not the gambling pit. It's not the familiarity he and Muramasa undoubtedly both feel. It's that the Russian barkeep really knows his alcohol, and really stocks the good shit. The big guy may not be ritzy-looking and his bar may be a shithole but he stocks real good booze, keeps a real good variety, and apparently knows how to mix real good cocktails. Just like Izou, defying expectations.
Muramasa	How quickly, he supposes, that what had originally been something of a whim outing to release the pressure from an unpleasant confrontation had spiralled well and truly out of his control. They were not, after all, in the Meiji Restoration, the Bunki Era, or the Sengoku Period. The legal drinking age was most certainly not sixteen ... indeed, he sighs to himself, this was hopelessly illegal. He struggled to remember who, or where, or when this happened, but he felt that a former employer would be so disappointed in him. That's right, I think I remember now, I worked at a bar as a part-time job...Copenhagen, wasn't it? Yeah, that person would seriously ring his neck and complain about where the ones who'd raised him had to have gone wrong. Looking to his left at Hibiki, he shrugs his shoulders slightly and takes a stool to sit on, "Spoken like a true deadbeat." Hardly suppressing his desire to call the entire affair off, he sends an uneasy look to the surprise guest that Izou had brought along - that it was the new magical girl in town was a surprise, but it did made Izou's insistence that she needed somewhere to release her tension made sense, now. He couldn't help but think back to that news broadcast. "Saber, Muramasa. I guess you can think of me as a chaperone." he introduces himself.
Silver Carnation	This place is amazing. A shitty bar of people who could murder each other easily and have amazing booze? "To alcohol." Silver raises her extremely fruity, extremely strong cocktail. It's stronger than anything she's drank before. She needs it. They didn't card her, despite being 5'0 and 16. She brought her fake ID, too. Irrelevant. She's got the cash if anything goes wrong. Credit AND paper. Taking a drink, she turns to the others there. Her eyes are bleary - she was crying earlier - and her throat is hoarse, from screaming. But despite that she's got a bittersweet smile. "Wonder why they don't sell this shit at the pharmacy counter. You gotta go straight to the booze section and then a cashier and then you get carded and aaaa. I only buy cigs, though." She's got one lit, as well, pure nicotine and tobacco. "Muramasa, huh. The swordsmith. Chaperone?" A wave to Hibiki, once she spots her. "Oh man, mahou drinking! This will be a blast."
Muramasa	"Yeah, that's me." he intones, waiting on his drink. Plum sake, and since he was not given an adequete container to drink it out of, he discretely utilizes projection magecraft to create a traditional saucer for him to sip from. That, what was her name, Silver Carnellion ..I think. She really looks different out of her uniform, but, ain't that also true with Strawberry Princess? Listlessly, he chuckles, "Yeah. I've got to make sure my cherry fresh Master doesn't get up to no good." Sip. "The quality isn't bad at all ... " he says, impressed.
Okada Izou	Surprisingly, when Silver steps up to the bar, the bartender sets down a cocktail before she's even ordered. He has the look of a man who has seen that look many times before and has already selected a proper drink for a proper cry. It's sweet and a little fruity, with a bit of sharp and burn, the kind of thing that feels like it's patting you on the back while it goes down the throat. Izou laughs at Muramasa's insistence of chaperoning. "Ahhhhh, don't worry about it. There's not gonna be any trouble here. You don't wanna get this place noticed, you know? Politicians and rich people come here to drink nice and quiet an' scum like me come here to drink somewhere nobody's gonna stab 'em." Izou is sitting on the ground. He has an Actual Samurai Jug in one hand, but he is assuredly not ordering them from the bar so much as having poured whatever he ordered into it. He waves it around again, tips it over his arm, and takes a long drink. "Alcohol an' swords! They make everybody equal, right? 'cause at the end of it either way you're definitely horizontal!" He barks- Wait, bad word. He lets out a sharp laugh and takes another drink. "Anyway. Relax, blacksmith! Cut loose! Let the good stuff drain your cares an' woes away!" "Not that I got any of those." Izou licks his lips. "I just love the stuff. Guy once told me that nobody should have to leave this world without knowing the taste of good alcohol. So I decided that when I left the world I'd've had as much good alcohol as I could so I didn't have any regrets behind!" Another laugh. He's a little louder than you might expect in a bar like this but there's other people laughing from their stools, and a couple people sitting on the floor around the makeshift gambling pit.
Hibiki Tachibana	"...Feels like I took a bad turn and went to the wrong side of town. And then I took another one and ended up somewhere even worse." Hibiki isn't very restrained when it comes to her opinion of the rundown nature of the place, speaking back towards Muramasa while sitting down cross-legged on the floor, a cup of something weak resting right next to her - though that bite may be partially because she looks just a bit like shit herself, with mildly disheveled hair despite the heart-shaped clips keeping some of it together, and an expression as if she's still feeling some of the exhaustion from before. She came alongside Muramasa, which may or may not be surprising after some very recent events. Though she is still sixteen and 5'0" exactly like another member of their little troupe here. Even if the bar doesn't give a crap about how old any of the patrons are, she's apparently still respecting that enough to not be cutting loose. That, or maybe she's just not the type, even when it's the perfect chance to. There's a bit of tenseness in the way she sits. "Chaperone isn't really the term I'd use, but it works. Tachibana Hibiki," she says with a small wave back to Silver, who her attention has been on even a bit before the other girl had noticed her. "Since there wasn't really any time for actual introductions back then. Drinking isn't really your usual 'magical girl' kinda meetup, is it...?" There's a slightly awkward smile there, mostly because she's referring to herself like that. It's kinda weird. She doesn't really think of herself as one in the same way as Strawberry and Silver.
Silver Carnation	Silver responds to Hibiki, as she introduces her name. "Silver Carnation, but call me Agnes when in glasses. Civilian name, yanno?"
Okada Izou	"True Name, Okada Izou," Izou says to Hibiki, "Class, Manslayer." He takes a pointed look at Muramasa over what could legitimately be called a gruff sip of alcohol. "Relax, relax. It's definitely the wrong side of town!" There's another round of laughter from the patrons, some of whom raise their glasses, some of whom just give halfhearted chuckles. "That's why it's the best place in town. The upscale bars ain't any fun. All kindsa rules an' maximums an' carding and shit like that. They wanna know who you are an' where you come from an' if you're dressed right to get in."
Muramasa	Muramasa snaps his fingers in his free hand, "Carnation! That's it." before blinking at mild speed, "Eh .. ah, I got you. Agnes is easier for me to remember, anyway." Nodding his head affirmatively to her, he creaks an eye open in Izou's direction with only slight exasperation, a marked improvement, before leaning closer to Hibiki to whisper, "His class is actually Assassin .. what do kids these days call it? Chuunibyou disease? It's a lot like that." Hunching properly on his stool after imparting his wisdom, he takes another sip of his drink, appreciating its warmth before swallowing. "Those two fake samurai brats, they're doin' alright? I told them to take those chonmage down before he got fed up with 'em." Really, did they even know what a topknot meant? Westerners could be so tasteless.
Silver Carnation	"Yeah. I don't think even I could get into an upscale bar." Sip. Agnes keeps speaking, turning to Muramasa. "They've told me they're going to impress you and Okada-san so that they can truly earn the topknot. They're suffering from baldness, currently." She shows sympathy, as they're her friends, but thinks it's funny, too. And then, taking another drink, with a bit of the booze hitting her. "Also, fuck Strawberry Princess!" She doesn't shout it, but it's loud enough for her group to hear real anger. They probably already realized she's not a fan if they watched the news.
Hibiki Tachibana	"Agnes...alright." There's a nod, and a more genuine but still slight smile. "Yeah, I get it. Well...sorta. I'm not really like you guys," she says in reference to the magical girls of her world at large. "There's not really a public part to it or anything." To Izou, and the uproar from all the other patrons, she actually does relax her shoulders some. "Yeah, I guess you got a point. Somehow I'm not surprised you found a place that fits you perfectly after being around for...what, a week...?" Hibiki side-eyes Muramasa when he leans in conspiratorally, and considers. She actually thinks 'Manslayer' sounds like a pretty cool title, everything else aside, but she doesn't mention that out loud. Afterwards, her own cup comes up to her lips, but she takes it slow and easy, sipping quietly--though she rears it back and nearly chokes a bit with the other magical girl's sudden declaration, and coughs once as she puts the container back down. "Yeah, uh--" She considers what to say for a moment. "...Actually, I was gonna ask, since I noticed a few things before. Is there something between you two?"
Okada Izou	"Man. Slay. Er." Izou emphasizes irritably, "I ain't a fuckin' Assassin. That's too fancy for a guy like me. Gives people the wrong impression. Makes 'em think all I'm good for is sneak attacks an' runnin' away. An' you already know better'n that, right, blacksmith?" To his credit, there is no menacing grin or anything, nor 'hey fuck you if you keep going', nor any other form of unfriendliness besides his grousing. "Are flowers hard for you to remember, old man?" Izou's look becomes sly. "Tsubaki? Fuji? Himawari?" "Sakura?" He takes another sip. It is almost assuredly innocent - there is no way he could know anything about the blacksmith's past, after all, and he's just making fun of the guy for not knowing his flowers. "Keh!" He stands up and wipes his mouth.. "Yeah, no kidding! It's real easy for a guy like me to find places to fit in. I'm pretty dumb, so I go where the people lookin' to be dumb in private go." "Hey, Grigori!" He wanders over to get another drink, which the Russian dutifully pours into the jug, and then sits back down. His face becomes somewhat less happy as the whole thing with Strawberry Princess comes up. He doesn't ask, but his visible eye does slide between Hibiki and Agnes. Man's clearly curious but doesn't think he knows Agnes well enough to ask.
Muramasa	Having carefully attempted to avoid stepping on that landmine, Muramasa grimaces as the mine in question digs itself out of the ground and angrily blows itself up. His personal opinion of Strawberry Princess is that she was someone who tried her best, someone who had been hurt very deeply and had a tender heart -- however, she had her own flaws. Everyone did. "Guh ... look, I know my flowers about as well as the next guy, alright - " Tsubaki? Fuji? Himawari Sakura? --senpai The pause is so brief that it shouldn't have mattered. But, the way the air grew tense with a heavy pressure that pushes down on their shoulders like a stern hand. It's as topic-stilting as a record-scratch in the middle of someone's favorite song. Muramasa releases a breath and uneasily takes a drink, a dull throb stabbing him in the temples. This feeling ... it's also why he'd been avoiding BB. Though, as uncanny as their resemblance, at least BB's truly devilish and charming personality helped him disassociate in his own head. " ... yeah, yeah ... " he attempts to ease the thick air he helped greate, his prescence receding along with his raised hackles. "Sakuras are .. my favorite, if I had to pick, because of someone I knew. How's that for some historical trivia?" Muramasa's eyes flit to Silver, or rather, to Agnes he supposed, "I thought so before, from that news report, but you really can't stand her guts, can ya'?"
Silver Carnation	With anger in her voice, Agnes takes another sip and drinks. "Not personally. Today was the first time we've met. But imagine this. Between your seventeenth and eighteenth birthday, you're either dead, or you lose your magic. No matter what. You become a scarred burnout, or a corpse in the ground." "Imagine your whole dream is to stop the monster threat before that, with the help of your peers. But someone decides to take a nuclear reactor, jam it in a wand, and give it to the previous 'superstar' to steal our damn legacy, just because she was the 'best' to them. There's only one, so the burnouts have to watch as they never fly again and she gets to prance around living her childhood fantasies again." A large sip of the drink, and then she calls for a refill. She gets it. THREE YEARS AGO Agnes Sze had never tried alcohol before, and this wasn't gonna stop her. She turned to the blonde and the curly-haired girl, her two best friends, as she spoke to the blonde clearly. "Where does your mom hide the booze?" "Agnes, I dunno, but you're not raiding my mom's liquour cabinet..." "Watch me! Let's see...I would hide it up..." She thinks, and then suddenly lifts off the ground, a hand going through her black hair. The tiny girl moves through a high-kitchen cabinet, adult height, and starts rummaging. "Nope, nope, nope, ah, there we go. Vodka!" Dropping to the ground, she places it on the counter. "We'll drink this." The curly-haired girl sighs. "Agnes, that stuff is supposed to taste awful." Agnes just smiled at her two best friends. "It'll be fine. We'll pour juice in it." It was not fine.
Okada Izou	Izou, though he is indeed kind of dumb, and though he is well aware of how dumb he actually is, and though he has no problem telling people how dumb he is, still has instincts sharpened by a life in the bloodiest civil war in Japanese history. And he knows better than to just ignore someone's killing intent - even if he's pretty certain in his own abilities. So, when Muramasa releases his breath, Izou just sits down next to him, throws his hand around the other man's shoulder in a friendly manner, and grins at him. "They're real pretty, yeah! Personally...hmmm..." He takes a sip, still holding Muramasa's shoulder, "It's gotta be a higanbana!" "They say they grow whenever people part for good, yeah? A flower that only grows when people say 'goodbye' for the last time is definitely somethin' special!" The fingers on Muramasa's shoulder drum quietly. "Plus, they look great! All...spidery an' red. I wonder if they put 'em on my coffin." "Hell, I wonder if I even got a coffin!" He laughs. "Maybe they just tossed me in a ditch like a do-" Beat. "But I'm not a damn dog, okay!!!" And then he releases Muramasa and goes quiet at the comment about how fast they die. Izou sighs and sits back against some woman's stool (she doesn't seem to mind, and in fact reaches down to scratch his hair, which he does not protest probably because he's distracted). "Well...one sword can't change the world no matter how good it is. Two, either. Three. It takes a thousand, right, in a thousand hands." Sip. "Plus, the people they remember are usually awful bastards like me an' the blacksmith."
Hibiki Tachibana	The pressure coming off Muramasa in that moment is palpable--maybe it hits as hard as it does because she didn't expect it from him, because of the Master-Servant connection she's still getting used to, or from any number of factors. But it gets a grimace out of her as she realizes...something in there must've hit him. The mention of...'Sakura', going off what he followed up with...? Just from that, it feels like even that name must be a landmine subject for him. But he himself eases things up, and Izou is also (surprisingly(!?)) on the case, and thus Hibiki rightfully doesn't pursue questioning that. Especially when she's still listening intently to Agnes, whose own explanation of things doesn't do anything to lighten the concerned and fairly tight look on her face. The opposite. "That's...rough." She says slowly and simply, looking down into her cup and trying to process all of that. No, it's too rough to imagine /that/ sort of thing. Losing your ability to protect anything just because you hit a certain age...leaving you to die fighting, or have to live being unable to. She knew only a bit about Strawberry before--her unique circumstances. And this sheds a lot more light on it. "...That's true. There are a lot of things you can't do alone. I think...she knows that herself," she adds on to Izou's comment. Not the last one. The thing before that. "But your world, how that works--" There's a bit of a conflicted look on Hibiki's face, a scrunching as she tries to find the right words. "...That's unfair. To all of you. Why do you have to lose your powers like that? ...Nobody else can get the chance to fight again like her?"
Muramasa	"Higanbana? Eh ... I see ... hm. A flower for parting. I wonder." Nebulously saying this, his expression becomes unreadable before he forces himself to smile wryly, "I'm sure they let your corpse off easy and put you in the pet cemetary, 'Manslayer'." His expression grows into more of a somber, smarmy smirk as Izou finds himself receiving some favorable scritches. "We'll have to agree to disagree there, you." he says, polishing off his saucer of its drink. To say that .. no, it absolutely could not be true. But it fit their dichotomy, he supposed. After all, to Izou, swords were nothing more than tools to kill with. That is the perspective from which he says this. "Aren't you supposed to be a genius swordsman? But, geniuses tend to be stuck in their ways." "A single sword can most certainly change this world.." A pause, "It must be a sword which cuts no bone, nor flesh, nor severs any life. But such a sword, indeed, it could move the world." With that said, he realizes he'd missed half of Agnes and Hibiki's conversation going on right next to him. He felt, understandably, a might embarassed, as his mind returns to its previous track on the topic of magical girls. He cuts right to the heart of the matter, "You don't think it's fair?" He tilts his head, "Perhaps." Being an ally of justice is a time limited thing. "Yet, see things from her perspective, as well. If you believe that she lives in a fantasy, then you are sorely mistaken." "A legacy you've inherited, what a thing you received." he muses. "Although you plum yourselves up in those costumes, it's just to make your people feel better about what is actually happening. Do you think it is not natural that a disgraced warrior would seek to redeem herself? But ... also ... " "I think it would perhaps have been better, if that wand had never come to exist."
Silver Carnation	"It sucks. It sucks so bad." A large swig. She's on the verge of crying, but she does. Agnes instead responds to both Hibiki and Muramasa, one after the other. "The wand has a nuclear core. They can't really mass produce that, otherwise we'd see more of them! And I don't care if she wants to redeem herself - why her? Why does she get that chance?" "You're right, you're absolutely right. It's a PR game. Make everyone feel hope. But I agree with you on one thing." Agnes finishes her drink. She's already getting a bit woozy, a lightweight from lack of experience. "That damn wand shouldn't exist. There's only one happy ending - we, the current kids, defeat the Endlings before anyone else can. Not some attention whore. Not the government and the big corporation's finest. The kids who are risking their life and limb with what they got, instead of what adults gave them. That's the promise I made to them." "I'll make this generation the brightest one to exist."
Okada Izou	"Ahahaha!" Izou shifts his head a little, instinctively, into the scratching, which really isn't helping his case. He takes another swig of the booze and points at Muramasa with that hand. "That's exactly what a blacksmith would say. 'If I just keep trying, I'll make a sword that changes the world.'" "You make things that kill people. A sword is a weapon. The art of swordsmanship is learning how to kill. That kind of thing, a sword that can't kill, is sweet and innocent talk from someone who's never taken a life." Izou flips the wakizashi off his belt and holds it up (it's still sheathed) for the group to see. "No matter how many people this kills, though, the world won't change." Muramasa can tell there's nothing special about it, either, other than that it's been drawn very, very few times. "It won't change the government. It won't change the war. If I had killed the last Tokugawa myself, the shogunate would've kept going." He glances at Silver. And then he just hucks the jug at her. "Here. This is warmer. Make you feel way better than what you're drinkin' right now." It is also substantially harder alcohol. It will probably knock her out way faster, before she gets herself in real-ass trouble and hurts herself or someone else. Good shit, though. Finally, to Hibiki, he says, "'cause the world ain't fair. If it was fair, then a guy like the blacksmith wouldn't have anything to do, and a guy like me would probably be dead a long time ago!" He grins. Then, he finally seems to notice he's being scritched, and leans forward with a grumpy noise. "I dunno much about this shit, honestly, all this wands and magic and all that shit, but..." "Honestly, I just think she's kind of a naive girl wrapped around that other woman's finger." He shrugs. "She's probably real nice in person, but hey, it's nice people who get used." There's just a little bit of an edge to his voice at that last bit. Then, he flicks his finger up at the bar, and Grigori dutifully sets a jug in front of it. "Hahaha, you're the best, Grigori." The Russian gives a slow thumbs-up.
Hibiki Tachibana	"...Mn." Her already strained look only gets that much more having to hear the tone in Agnes' voice. Hibiki knew that something like that couldn't just be given out to anyone, or made easily--of course it's not that simple. Even in her own world, it's not. There's at least one girl who had to suffer, bleed, and do everything she could just for the chance to start fighting in the first place. It's... It sucks. It sucks really bad. The other girl said it perfectly. "Yeah. Not fair at all," she echoes Izou, still looking down into her half-full cup (and completely missing the jug toss because of that). She feels like there's something she should say towards Agnes, but the words she wants don't come easily. Instead, she takes a deep breath and lifts her head back to down her whole cup in one go before slamming it back down in front of her and exhaling. And then Hibiki shakes her head, mostly to herself. "If there were more people fighting against that unfairness, then maybe..." Agnes wouldn't be in this sort of position. Neither would Strawberry. Things would've ended up different for her, too. But it looks like that sort of thing exists in all worlds, some more than others. With a pursing of her lips, Hibiki pushes herself off the subject and looks up towards the other magical girl. "...You said you never talked with Strawberry before then. The next time you get the chance, maybe you should try." She knows very well how this'll probably sound, and even looks herself as if she's not sure she should be saying it. Her tone is noticeably tenative. "Maybe everything you think of her turns out to be true. Maybe you learn something new about her." There's a brief glance down, and then off to the side, and her voice goes a little quieter. "...You guys are both fighting the Endlings, right? So why does it...?" 'Have to be like this', maybe. It's definitely not an actual question, even though it's laced with frustration from multiple angles. Her own experiences, Agnes' story, the fact she's met both of them now...and a certain something else. She looks back after. She finally takes notice of the jug after a moment, eyes flicking down at it and then back up. "--And maybe you should...ease up a little on the drink? I think you'll just--" She starts saying something, then switches halfway. "...end up with a really big headache."
Muramasa	Muramasa with a grimace, realizes that Agnes' face is far too red. Her voice is slurring and she's a little wobbly -- drinking much more than this wouldn't end well for her, he knows. "There, there." Before he can attempt to persuade her otherwise, though, his attention is captured by the ongoing debate of philosophy over the nature of swords and swordsmanship. " .... " "Of course, that would be the perspective of someone remembered for the slaughters he'd partook in. 'The Four Great Manslayers' -- it rolls off the nobles tongues better than 'The Four Terrible Murderers'. Your perspective is as limited in scope as your specialties, Okada Izou." Although, he wasn't incorrect in what he'd said afterwards, Muramasa supposes. "..she's not entirely a bad person," one could only extrapolate that he must be speaking of Lilian Rook, " ... but ...." With an upset look, he simple closes his eyes and refills his own saucer. " -- ah, yeah, you should listen to my Master on this one. Drinking yourself stupid is no good. You'll wind up like a stray mutt, otherwise." Nodding supportively in Hibiki's direction, he winks to Agnes with a subdued churl, "We wouldn't want you to forget us the night after we became friends, right?"
Silver Carnation	Silver listens to Muramasa and Hibiki. They have a good point. She should stop drinking. But, as Izou tosses her the jug, she downs it. "Maybe I want to become a stray mutt, for once in my life. But...I won't forget. Friends never forget each other. Maybe I'll talk to her. Maybe I'll tell her how I feel. Maybe..." She starts rambling, a bit. It's coherent, at first, about emotions and what they talked about before, and also stuff about Hibiki 'absolutely being a magical girl'. Soon, it becomes incoherent. And then after that... She falls asleep sitting up. They can talk peacefully without her remembering it.
Okada Izou	"Four Great Manslayers..." Izou just grins. "Of the Revolution." He stands up and hefts Agnes onto his shoulders. "Don't forget that last part. 'simportant. It's easy to forget when you talk to me, too, 'cause I'm just a dumbass. But you don't wanna piss off the other three if you meet 'em, right? Well, one of 'em's a real piece of shit, but the other two are pretty nice guys." He waves his hand over his shoulder as he scoops up the jug. "Shame I had to work with the piece of shit." "I'm gonna make sure she gets home safe. Ain't gotta worry about it. Even got a cover for her from her...simp, or whatever it is." "A job's a job, but a favor's a favor, too. Gotta do it right." "See you two around."
Hibiki Tachibana	"Ah." Hibiki watches Agnes down the whole thing. That's not a small jug. There's not really anything she can do about it but let it happen, wearing an expression caught between concern and 'well, what can you do?'. With the other girl muttering herself steadily into nonsensibility and a nap right where she's sitting, she lets out an exhale. "...Friends, huh...?" Between that and those mentions of mahou-ness, the lack of rigidity and the small grin that's on her face is genuine. No, she doesn't think she'll forget. Resting backwards where she's sitting, she looks to Izou and nods back. She actually wasn't really listening in or making sense of his and Muramasa's sword philosophy over there, but nevertheless, "Thanks. For looking after her...and taking us out here. See ya around." She waves back, even though the Manslayer has already turned around to head off. "...You still think you guys can't get along, Muramasa?"
Muramasa	"I'll remember that." And Muramasa means it, at least. He waves Izou off and reclines briefly to finish his drink -- considering whether or not to go after them. But, if nothing else, he felt that the Ghost of Tosa was a man of his word, and placed his trust in him to at the very least deliver his own guest back to wherever her home was. Truly, that unfortunate girl, he could only wish the best for her. "Before you go, by the way -- you said something funny before, about Minamoto-no-Raikou .. let's just say that Raikou-sama was unexpectedly very pichi-pichi and leave it at that." Muramasa waves goodbye. The redhead turns to face his Master with an easygoing look, "Huh? Of course. I already told you, I can't stand that guy, half the things that come outta' his mouth piss me off. Anyway, I'm beat, so let's head home."
Okada Izou	Izou pauses at the door. He looks over his shoulder at Muramasa. "Seriously?" He laughs. "Well shit. Hope I get to see that some day." And then he's gone.