[quote]He was thinking of asking the man and the girl how they got here, why, and where they were from, and who is this creator they were talking about...

but then the lights dimmed.

He was a bit annoyed, but not the least bit troubled. "A friend of yours?" he asked to the pair.[/quote]

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vZds2v8e3-U]After sipping his Sundrop and gently setting it down on the table,[/url] Levi tiredly cast his eyes back up to the bartender. "If by 'friend' you mean 'douchebag extraordinaire, from hell', then sure."

Yylya, who knew what John had been thinking only because the WorldWeaver had told her, answered his questions without him having to ask: "We were simply sent here by our creator so that Levi can interact with other people and not be in such despair. Levi is from a dystopic America set in 2020, and I was literally created specifically for this role-uh, Restaurant, to guide this pathetic author." Yylya playfully smacked the back of Levi's shoulder, causing him to want to scoot away form her. She then said, "And the creator is just our, well, creator, from another dimension who wants to know what the answer to life, the universe, and everything is. And no, he doesn't mean '42'..."

With that said, she vanished, replaced by another woman instantly. This woman was clearly very nearly the antithesis of the previous ambassador. Though she appeared human, her outward looks seemed to be the extent of her humanity. Her restrained rage and spiritual darkness permeated throughout the bar. She had dark blond hair, pulled into a bun on her head, and a cruelly beautiful but angry-looking face. She wore a long light blue dress.

When she noticed what the author had written for her to wear, she glanced down and groaned with frustration. But she half-shrugged as she apparently got over it and continued in her ominous demeanor. Looking up, she glared at John with meaningless hatred. "Three large bean and cheese burritos please."

Suddenly in the middle of the restaurant, just outside the bar, The Infamous appeared in a black cloud of smoke, flanked by two scantly armored women, a drow and a vampire. The Infamous himself wore a white muscle shirt, black leather trousers, combat boots, and a black leather punk rock style jacket adorned with rock band patches, chains, and pins. His hair was tousled and dark, a five o'clock shadow meandering about his jowl. He had a long scar that ran across his face, and wild, penetrating green eyes that seemed to entrap the souls they landed on. 

As The Infamous glanced around at the various patrons and employees of the restaurant, his teleportation signature, the smoke, slowly wafted away, but the sulfuric scent remained for a time. He chuckled as he eyed everyone before turning to an unseen partner in crime.

"Chaos, me friend," he told someone. "See what ye can rile up."

The red-haired vampiress asked, "Where did our army go?"

"No matter that love," replied The Infamous. "We have an appointment to keep." He started to swagger toward the bar entrance, his wicked eyes locked onto those of the perpetually hostile Author's Ambassador.

Levi turned to the new Author's Ambassador and said, "Didn't you blow his head off? I'm pretty sure you are both dead."

"I can do what I want," she said as the author himself. "I have a sick attachment to these characters, admittedly. But come on, you can't tell me this won't be just a little bit fun."

"Oh no," Levi said with a nod as he reached for his Sundrop, "I can definitely tell you it won't be." After a sip, he turned to John. "Just ignore them. They'll go away. Eventually. Maybe..."