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"I asked for several coffeepots of Caleb's coffee Flander's Company, diluted to 1/10. I promise you never tried coffee like this." Richard then watched Aya and Kuroko. "So they were involved in this mess? Would it have any link with the fact they seems to look like Madoka and Homura?"

"And... well, for the full story you might have to wait until the rest of the reports get declassified of something... but, well, the short story is that we got the culprit and saved both Madoka and Sakura. Sure, there have been some slight mishaps while canon reasserted itself, but..."

Sergio gave a quick nod towards Aya and Kuroko. "I don't think we really can call these two a mishap, can we?"

"Some company will be interesting too, since me and Marina never really had the occasion to meet many agents in somewhat normal circmstances. And sorry for the newbie act, rapports of your mssions were pretty impressive. I discovered Nanoha and Madoka thanks to them, and agent Desdendelle's too. It always impressive to know that some people can retire here with a happy ending. Although I'm curious to know how the Blank Sprite ended up. I never found a complete rapport about it. But I'm being obnoxious there, sorry"

"Well, seems that the Sunflower's plan of keeping the whole thing classified failed spectacularly, considering everyone we met knows who we are." Sergio said.

"Anyways, that table is free, and we sure don't mind more company" Nikki said, finally answering Richard's question.

"Well... The trophy you could barely see before Lola disappeared from view was the Golden Luxray Rider." "Like last year," Aya continued for her, "the trophy is based on the most iconic happening of the season, and seems that the odd partnership between Corolla and Zeb caught the viewers' interest!"

The two hosts looked around, and noticed that most of the people at Rudi's wasn't very interestend in the ceremony at all.

"Well... I guess it's time to say bye to our viewers, isn't it?" Aya wondered. "I think so. Thank you for watching!"

And as theys said that, the two girls walked off the stage.

((hS, if you want you can have the NutMeg staff give additional awards.))

"There is no need for anyone to move away, provided you don't wait anyone else," Richard said, "and yes, I was on District Newbie, but both me and my partner were eliminated after this Single Tears flood, and none of us were going after people before that, so... Sorry, forgot to introduce myself. Richard Legard, DMS, Freelance Division, and this is my partner, Marina Nicodelli," Richard said, pointing at his partner at the bar, before facing again Henry, Aiko and their companions. "Nice to meet you too. But who are the people with — Wait, did you said Blank Sprite? You-you're agents Sergio Turbo, Nikki Cherryflower, and Corolla?"

Lola grinned out at the crowd. "There isn't much of a speech to give. Eight-day camping trip with a body count of forty-seven? Sounds about average for back home. Thanks for playing, vigilo confido, I'm gonna shut up and get ratted and so are all of you."

And she promptly sprinted off the stage as quickly as she'd bounced onto it, threading her way towards the bar via judicious use of an elbow. Her partner was there, staring at a measure of Bleepka in a crystal whiskey tumbler and looking rather morose.

"Why so glum, chum? You did really well. Like, scarily well, considering you didn't have your magic until, like, the last day or something. Have you been holding out on me?"

"Would that I had, Commander." Algie picked up the glass and held it to the light, inspecting it half-heartedly. "Alas, it is not my skills that have put me in this dudgeon, but my conduct. I was... I was quite mad, by the end. What can that poor woman think of me? What must Agent Library think? What vile things I have done, Commander."

"Algie, listen to me. I've seen people freak out in a warzone before. It's nothing to be ashamed of. You're going to move on, you're going to get the counselling you need, and you're going to get back to full readiness quick sharp. I'll see to it." Lola gave him a one-armed hug that required her to stand on the lower rung of his bar stool. "And that can be a direct order, if you want."

"I'd salute, but this is my eighth glass. I fear I would miss."

Lola raised an eyebrow at him. "Your eighth."

"Indeed. It is not so very strong, once one gets past the harshness of the taste. I recall meeting a Tartar in Rotherhithe who use to make it out of loganberries... though of course, I may be misremembering."

"Really. You might."

"Indeed. It may have been Peckham. Lilianna had business there... I... think... it does not matter. I shall pay it no further mind. Excuse me, madam, might I trouble you to furnish my partner with a round of Sex on the Beach?"

The barmaid gave him a cheeky grin. "Indeed you might, Mr. Wymbourne."

Lola was already in stitches.

"Excellent," replied Algie mildly. "And by way of recompense, two tickets and a hotel booking slip for a weekend in Margate."

It was at this point Lola fell over, for the first time that night and almost certainly not the last.

" I'm fine with you join us, you would have to also ask these three, " he said while gesturing towards Sergio, Nikki and Corolla, " since they were seated here before us. But hey, you were in District Newbie too, weren't you? We didn't get to meet to back in the Arena, so let me introduce myself. I'm Henry Asclepe. It's nice to meet you."

Aiko smiled cheerfully at Richard. " And I'm Aiko Kimura, his partner. As you can probably guess, I was in District Newbie too. It's nice to meet you. " She tnen returned to speaking to Sergio's group. " Blank Sprite? I think I have heard of that, yes. That was when several canons went just plain missing without a trace from their continua, wasn't it?"

((This RP has our Agents just chill out ar Rudi's after the Games. No reason for complicated things like posting rules.))

"Hey! There's my babe!" She turned to Xericka. "Slide over a bit."

The two DBS agents shifted down the booth seat to make just enough room for Gall to sit down. Laura eyed the new arrival from behind her sunglasses, but made no comment.

"We," Gremlin said, sweeping her arm in such a way as to encompass the three people still at the table, "have been mourning our performance in the games. Well, the Assassins have really done most of the mourning. I'm more disappointed that we—" she pointed between her and Gall, "—didn't get to meet up and fight everyone. Or each other."

((Do we have to reply to each of them separately or can we reply to all of them in a single reply in the case that they are taking place in the same scene?))

His eyes narrowed as he recognized Derik. He reached for his notebook, grabbed his pen between his teeth and wrote him a reply:

I assume you're here to apologize for decapitating me with your hammer. You maniac.

He pushed the notebook back to the centre of the table and stared at Derik.

I've edited the line in question.

"Don't tell me that Corolla has been spreading the epic story of Lightning Turbo and Amazing Nikki again?"

The Unison Device crossed her arms "Nah, just the truth to those who ask about you two."

"Well, we have to admit that some of the missions we were in were quite high on the madness scale." Nikki condeded, "like that Alyxx Heart Sue... And yes, we did many missions in those continua. Though the two veterans are Sergio and Corolla - I retired after just one year and half."

Sergio nodded. "After the Blank Sprite Incident - I think you might've heard of that? - Nikki and I decided that we had enough fighting. Let's just say that the both of us had our fair share of battles even before joining the PPC. Now I'm a racing driver, and Nikki runs a café, but I think it is a good idea to still keep our combat skills honed - you never know what's going to happen in the future."

"If we are to get a meal, I think I should go check for a table now," Richard said. "And don't try them immediately, please. Flander's Company's coffee is... special."

"Understood. we'll see that once it served though," Marina said, "And it better to be really strong. And black"

"Don't think you'll be disappointed," Richard said. He then began looking for table who weren't occupied or didn't looked like they were reserved. First one he found was next to a small group of people who seemed to be getting off fairly well. At closer inspection, one of them looked like the 'newbie' who had lasted so long in the Arena.

"Uhm, sorry to disturb you, everyone. Are you expecting anyone who would use this table?"

Derik had just shook his head and sipped his whiskey when his partner ran off. That was fine. He had people he wanted to talk to, as well.

Presently, he spotted one of them off in a corner with some other agents. The small grey Pokémon made for an unusual silhouette among humans.

Derik took a deep breath. This was perhaps the meeting he was most uneasy about, but for that reason, it was all the better to get it done sooner. He took another sip of his drink and made his way to the corner table.

"Excuse me... um, Tacitus, right?" He hadn't known the agent's name, but he'd learned it by checking the scores after the fact.

They had gotten themselves cleaned up for the ceremony. It seemed the thing to do, and according to Gall, it was important not to show weakness to the enemy even in defeat. After a good night's sleep and a shave, with his hair tied back in a short ponytail, Derik looked almost handsome, at least from one side. Gall had left her helmet at home, but her armor was polished to a high gloss, and she'd taken the time to braid her hair more elaborately than usual.

They went first to the bar. They had priorities, after all.

Gall thumped the bar top with a begreaved fist. "A tankard of your finest mead, sir!" she called out. "For tonight, we feast!"

Rudi, by this time accustomed to her antics, rolled his eyes. "And you, Derik?"

"Redbreast, the twelve-year, please."

"Coming right up."

They watched Aya and Kuroko announce Lola's name, and their drinks arrived.

"Excellent!" said Gall. "Now then..." she looked around. "Aha, there's Gremlin. I'm gonna go hang. See ya!"

She bounded over to the booth, as much as one can bound in a crowded room while trying not to spill one's drink. "Hey, lady! 'Sup?"

" It's nice to properly meet, um ... Corolla, was it? And it's nice to meet you too, Nikki. And thank you both for being so understand. And yeah, I'm surprised I did THAT well. I mean, I'm just a newbie with very few missions under my belt and you guys, well ... I have only being here for a short while but I have already heard about your missions. Seems you guys were pretty amazing back when you were still active. And Sergio, you did pretty well in that fight we had. You're not half bad with a sword, I must say." He then offered a hand shake to Sergio.

Aiko bowed slightly back at Nikki. " Well met, Nikki and Corolla. And well, I have to say I didn't do that well in there, either. Definitely shouldn't have accepted any water after they flooded the Arena. Glaurunging Single Tears ... Anyway, I heard about you guys too , but I have being around here for longer, growing up in the Nursery after being rescued from a badfic and all. You did quite a quite few missions into Card Captor Sakura and the Nanohaverse, didn't you? And into a few crossovers with Henry's home continuum, Harry Potter, too, I think."

((Hardric, you can have Marina and Richard join them if you want. They were in the same District, after all, even if they didnt actually met in-game. Plus, we are going to do that co-write at some point, so it would be nice if the four of them actually meet beforehand.))

"Sorry about that," she said quietly. "I've... not had the best grasp on my mental shields for a while now. Still working on rebuilding them. And the drinks sound nice," she added with a bitter smile, "but I don't think Nutmeg TV would be too pleased at seeing my tab alone. I'll pay." She glanced up at the bar and decided she'd wait a bit until it was less busy.

"What about you?" she said at last. "You doin' alright?"

"Because I'm pretty sure we didn't earn any price, and I'm not exactly sure why we should go meddling with people who were trying to kill us. Even if it was for a brief time and during a simulation," Marina said to her partner while there were going to the bar.

"I said I had to show you Rudi's someday, remember? Besides, it could be interesting to know more about these people without being worried about violence, right?" Richard said.

"Maybe. And I guess we could work with some of them too, if I got this right. Do they have good coffee here?"

"The very best. And who knows? Since they organise this event, maybe these two psychos are the one paying. If they are, I'll make sure to go for a meal too"

"It would be pretty neat," Marina said once they were seated to the bar. And if they don't... Well I could change my choice of test subject for this potion the the Luxray helped me to discover, she thought.

((I'm assuming Sergio will give the other Districts names - I've only stuck in the ones he's already named, which includes yours. Others will be updated as and when he creates the information. ~hS))

[I actually worked in names for most of them today.]

That was probably the best way to describe the demeanor over at the booth containing the members of what once had been District Cynic. The only person who didn't look slightly sour was Xericka, who still wore the same neutral expression that she almost always had. Even so, there was something in the set of her shoulders that gave off a little disappointment.

"Next to last on the district rankings," James said as he perused the final standings scorecards that had been handed out. "No individual agent ranked higher than 21st place. An average of one eliminated agent per day." He paused, then emptied his glass of bourbon. "Definitely not our best showing."

"No kidding," Laura groused. "I still can't believe that the two us — experienced Assassins! — got fewer combined kills than a single DBS agent. No offense, Gremlin."

Gremlin shrugged. "None taken. It's surprising to me, too. Although I should point out that one of those was a mercy kill."

"It seems that does not matter to whoever happened to score this event," Xericka added.

James peered over the sheet again. "Does anybody know why we were named District Cynic? Seems a bit out of place, if I do say so myself." There was a collective shrug from the other people sitting at the table. James responded with a shrug of his own before tossing the scorecard aside. "I'm going to get a fresh glass. Anybody want anything?"

"I could use another beer," Gremlin said.

"Can do. Anyone else?" The other two agents waved him off. "All right. Back in a second."

"Nice to meet you too. Oh, by the way, these are my partners. Or ex-partners. Still haven't figured how that works, having retired and all."

A girl with long brown hair, sitting next to him, bowed slightly. "I'm Nikki. Nikki Cherryflower. You might've seen me around in the game, too... well, for very little. I didn't last a day before being ambushed. I guess I'm out of shape."

"Don't be so hard on yourself, it happens. I'm pretty surprised Rayson lasted more than the both of us, actually." said another girl. While she was currently human-sized, nearly everyone could still recognize her as Corolla. "By the way, Henry, it's fine. There's no need to apologize."

"Indeed," Sergio agreed, "It was just a game - a bloody and very realistic one, I have to admit - and you fought very well. Congratulations on your second place - you outlived, or even defeated some of the PPC's very best."

Sergio got up and walked over to Henry before giving him a pat on the shoulder. "That's something you can be proud of, and I don't think anyone's holging a grudge against you."

...three Spies sat together, nursing their drinks. They glanced up at the stage when Kuroko and Aya began to speak, then returned to their conversation.

"So, as I was saying, if it weren't for that flood, I could've easily won," said Harris, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms over his chest. "You'd just have to lone wolf it from there. I mean, half of the time these people were getting backstabbed-- so the obvious safe route is to work alone."

Spoken like a true sociopath, scribbled Tacitus in his notebook. Yet another thing to add on your raging narcissism complex. The Zorua pushed the notebook to the centre of the table for all to read.

"Why you--!" Harris shot a withering glance at Tacitus, who returned the look with a creepy smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Look who's talking, you creep. You're just mad because you got your head smashed in by Derik!"

Tacitus shrugged and returned to his doggie dish filled with Bleepka.

"Nah, Tacitus is right, man," said Yakov in between sips of his Firewhiskey. "You gotta team up to survive."

"Oh, sure," said Harris huffily. "And look at you: downed by Luxury and her canteen of Single Tears. Working in a group is an invitation to get backstabbed, I tell you. Lone wolf it-- it's better. And speaking of lone wolf..." he looked around. "Did anyone see Gaspard? I thought he'd be here."

Tacitus shrugged and Yakov said: "Iunno. Maybe he wants some alone time."

"His alone time is all the time," replied Harris. "Oh, wait. I see him. He's sitting alone at the counter. Geez, what a weirdo. Can't even sit and socialize properly, can he? I told him already-- I persuaded him to sign up for his own good! Fine, then. Stay in your corner. Have fun over there. Your friends are over here, if you're looking for them."

Yakov shrugged. "Well, if it's what he wants... I don't see why we should bother him."

Tacitus looked back and forth at his two colleagues. I don't even think he has friends, he thought to himself. Not my problem, though.