Their expedious return to Cait's tavern brought with it a bevy of odd arrivals as well, seemingly an entire group of parallel adventurers whose disparity from the Black Pentacle must have only been in the matter of minutes in terms of departure time. In her taking in of this assortment of plucky youths, Emilia left Kanbaru's side and announced the opening of her new store, commiserating the occasion by granting everyone a card- or in some cases, several cards.
Kanbaru was not one of those who got two of them, she hadn't even gotten a card in the last world, but tasting the power of the Henry card had left her satisfied where she was. It was almost a question of whether or not using another card would even be an improvement when the first one had such a broad and complimentary skill set to her own-
Clutching her brow sharply, the bluenette was forcibly reminded about one drawback to the Henry card, as its strong personality demanded to be let loose into the now crowded tavern. Now, it being a demon and exceptionally avaricious was something she could totally get behind in combat, but with so many prizes she was leery. Leery and
feeling her head starting to split as though an over ripe melon threatened with a mallet, so she settled for taking the card of the oddly named Corpse Collector and absorbing it first.
Just like that, Kanbaru found herself in a familiar attire.
It didn't carry the same connection to ice as before, but she felt a great many guns just waiting at her fingertips to be drawn from the air. Her eyes widened and a manic, teeth baring smile pulled at her lips as she felt a vehicle that had her salivating to use in an open area just waiting for her.
Then the migraine hit again and she shelved those thoughts, tossing the Henry to the floor boards. "Alright, alright. Come on out, oh so helpful Prince of Greed."
Of course this also posed a perfect excuse to ignore Akiko's judgement, though oddly enough she was only directing it at Rose with any force. Well, all the better for the bluenette who settled on a barstool, coat splayed out behind her as she lowered the gas mask and took in the pleasently chaotic environment. "Ah, ain't this nice."