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[@Lady Amalthea] "Ah," Flo remarked, as a corner of her mouth lifted just barely enough to be seen. "Then it appears we are at an understanding. I'm sure this job would not be an issue for a craftsman of your caliber." Florina stepped forward towards the counter, and one of her hands darted into a pocket that had been disguised by clever tailoring, when it emerged, the tips of her thumb and index finger were adorned with a veneer of black. She pressed the two digits together and then placed them directly onto the surface of the countertop. From there, she separated the fingers and revealed a stream of blue light that connected the previously connected phalanges. From there, she dragged her fingertips to the side, extending the stream into a rectangular holographic "screen."

On the screen was a sketch/blueprint of sorts that depicted a rapier. It appeared to be a normal rapier, and not even as ornate as some of the ones Sunie had seen in books or film. Silently, Flo swiped across the screen with her other hand which caused the screen to move onto the next slide, on that displayed the pommel detached from the hilt of the sword, and opened up hidden compartment in the weapon's handle. With one more swipe, she revealed a new slide that contained some specifications: the sword needed to be a meter long, the pommel had to be able to remain firm in the hilt of the sword despite being detachable, and the hidden compartment would need to be 1.5cm wide by 9cm long, the sword blade itself did not need to be sharp but would be a welcome addition. Florina gave Sunie enough time to read over everything and commit it to memory before she lifted her black-adorned fingers from the countertop, which caused the screen to disappear as well.

"I'll need this in about 10 to 14 days," she stated matter-of-factly. Afterwards she fell silent again to give Sunie the chance to reply.

[@Nallore] "Over my dead body." Leonard scowled and scooted his seat away from Anthony. "I don't think you'd be allowed into any of the meetings anyways. Authorized personnel only. And you're not even close to dressed well enough to get within 100 feet of any of the people I'm going to be meeting. A lot of snobs, you know." Leonard took another long, hard look into his coffee before he set it down with a sigh. He scooted his seat back in and leaned forward, speaking in a far more serious tone than he'd been using before.

"If you're really interested in helping me, there may be something you could do for me that I would really appreciate. You're under no obligation to do so."

[@FantasyChic]"Is that so?" the younger cop asked before turning to his partner. "I told you she wouldn't know an-"

"Thank you for your cooperation, ma'am," the older cop spoke up and cut off the complaint before he could finish. "We'll have to turn down that offer for a drink, but if you happen to come across something, feel free to come into contact with either of us. I'm Sargeant Roxas and my partner here is Ferguson. Just give the station a call, and if you ask for either of us, it should be easy to get ahold og at least one. Have a good day ma'am." With that, the two lawmen turned around and left the bar whilst talking quietly amongst themselves. When the door quietly shut, it was as if a veil had lifted from the room and what few patrons there were started to proceed as they had been before the police had even walked in. That being for the most part copious consumption of liquor.