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[h2][color=aba000]Chiron [Lily][/color][/h2][i][h3]Pelion’s Pub, Edge of Shinto[/h3][/i]
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After the events of the Incredible Disappearing Corpse, Archer had returned to fixing up the sign. In fact, he was just about to head back inside when something else appeared, looking to be of the same approximate nature as the thing that had entered his bar and probably died a handful of minutes earlier. He turned his head over to the man standing outside, who had just knocked on the door, and leaned his body against the front wall of the bar with a trace of annoyance. 

[color=aba000]"Yeah, whaddya want? Dunno if ya know this, kid, but it's business hours."[/color] The Servant remarked offhandedly, not paying much mind to the fact that 'business hours' were literally every hour of every day. [color=aba000]"We can't have solicitors on our property, yeah? Ya don't come to a bar and demand ta speak with the manager, do ya? Ya order a drink, make a rapport, maybe buy a drink for the cute chick at the other end but noooot in a creepy way othawise you wake up missin' a kidney, ya feel me?"[/color]

As he spoke, he seemed to be examining the arrival, almost like he was looking through him. After a few seconds, though, he shrugged to himself. A brief flare of magical energy accompanied the appearance of a glass bottle in Archer's hand. [color=aba000]"Bacardi 251, they don't make this shit like they used ta anymore."[/color] He commented, raising the bottle to his lips and draining it dry before haphazardly tossing it away. 

...wait, what did the '251' stand for?

[color=aba000]"My kid's busy, so if ya wanna say something, do it ta me. Whaddya doin' at my place? Not ta offend, but you don't seem like tha drinkin' type, kid."[/color]

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[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/G70pU5v.png[/img][h2][color=a2d39c]Carly-Beth[/color][/h2][i][h3]Za Boat, Harbor[/h3][/i] 
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[color=a2d39c]"Eh?"[/color]

Oh, there was a ship coming in. 

Well, that wasn't allowed. Not one bit. 

What if it was a ship with stuff that'd help someone else in this weird war thing?

What if it was a ship with materials that could be used to make cool masks, but that wouldn't if they made it to their rightful owner?

Both outcomes were impermissible. And so-

[color=a2d39c]"Shaytanea, be a doll and go check that ship out. If there's anything useful on it, bring it back here. If [i]somehow[/i] there's something there able to threaten you, just head on back~"[/color]

-In other words, nothing was making its way into Fuyuki by sea without Carly-Beth’s say-so.

Goodness, the people who’d been expecting this shipment of theirs would be quite confused when the ship made it into port.