It gets people talking. Anyway, if me destroying half the tables and a chunk of bar glasses wasn't enough to get them to kick me out, I don't think they'll care about me taking down the roof.
[Look, he'll be careful! He can modify his gravitational field of influence to be smaller and make sure no one's in the vicinity of him when he does it. He's not out to kill people, after all. That already puts him leagues above Lunatic.]
Do you think I was just born yesterday or something, samurai? I was getting bored with that.
[He did that math, too. The cost of buying everyone in a crowded bar a round of drinks surprisingly matches up with a certain level of damage fines needing to be paid after wreaking a little havoc.]
You know that small room Ms. Agnes goes into when she wants to have a phone call in private? I'm in there. But you'll have to come in quickly. I don't want to risk the fire alarm going off because I had to re-light the incense.
[ Although, maybe having the sprinklers go off would clear out the smell. ]
text —> action; this TFLN got more serious than I expected ROFL
["Right there" takes a little longer than Pao-Lin thinks, since she finds that she doesn't actually quite remember the route to the room that Ivan is talking about. She hasn't had occasion to give it much thought, after all. Also, something about the purple-flavored quality of the air is making her head spin...
But eventually she'll knock on the door, as softly as she can. Her voice, too, is on the quiet side, although she isn't sure why she feels the need to be discreet and sneaky.]
[ Ivan sits on the floor against the wall, hoping that whatever smell in the air rises instead of sinks. Or is it more likely for it to be the other way around? Did this get covered in the Hero Academy? They taught him how to pilot a helicopter... ]
the only serious that's guaranteed is Serious LinLin Energy
[The scent of Ivan's incense punches her in the face the instant she opens the door, even though she only opens it as wide as is necessary for her to slide her slender frame inside. She locks the door behind her afterwards. Again, she can't explain why she feels the action is necessary. The training center is empty, isn't it?
[ Who knows? This weird miasma could be the product of some kind of chemical leak, poison NEXT, or... Stern Bild youkai! ]
Um...
[ He checks his phone's clock. It's plugged into an outlet by a wire. He doesn't want to worry about running out of power on top of this weird purple. ]
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