"Hey Ignus, you're little."

Urako shrugged. "I'm branching out. I have my fair share of other characters. It's just what I usually stick with."

Azure: "Get the last bits of your conversations out guys. We'll soon be restarting the questions, and our 'puppets' will only have faint recollections that they met their gods, nothing specific. Don't wanna influence their answers too much, do we?"

Urako looked back at his creation and then at Azure. "True that. I'll get out of here as soon as you want I promise."

Alex stepped away from the counter and faced Tanya, both having cigarettes in their mouth and glass of drinks in their hand. Unvolountarily they both raised their drinks and took a big sip, shaking in very similar manner, only differing slightly in the afterburner, where Alex shouts but Tanya smirks. They both took puffs from their respective cigarettes almost at the same time, just before bursting in laughter. The two shared the moment for a bit of time, before Tanya spoke.

"I can see you're definitely the guy." she said with a large smile across her face.

"I told ya." he replied.

"Can I ask ye something?"

"Yeah, go ahead."

"Why did you make Serena so hard to deal with? She's a pain in the ass at times, dude."

Alex paused for a moment, before answering Tanya's question.

"I don't remember what my train of thought was at the time, but I say you match well, no?"

"Yeah, but that's because of you!"

"You want me to change it? I can if you wa-"

"Nononononononononononono it's fine. Pretend I said nothing." Tanya sulked, hiding her face down in her vodka glass. Alex smiled, ruffing his hand through her hair.

"Good girl. I'll see you around!"

Alex simply spun on his toes and walked away, seemingly disappearing into thin air, gone in the blink of an eye. Tanya smiled, sipping the rest of her vodka and finishing her cigarette.

"Guess that's my cue to leave." The writer cracked his neck and chugged the rest of his coke, which there wasn't much of left, and placed it on the counter. "Can I have one more to go?" He asked Nina and caught the can thrown to him. "Well was nice seeing you two. Both of you play nice." He winked at Abra and with a snap of his fingers, disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Urako looked around and everyday and waved to them. "Well guys, it's been nice meeting you all but I guess it's time to leave. Goodbye!" With that, Urako vanished into thin air and Dozer could barely remember any part of the experience recalling only the vague details.

"..."

IgnusBurns saluted Azure, then vanished in a column of fire, a faint echoing of the roaring flames could be heard throughout the main lounge as the ashes dissipated into the air.

The doucebag drained his glass, and a toppat(clan(:rolleyes:)) appeared upon his head(as if by magic(:rolleyes:)). He tipped said hat. The tipping was strange, in that it appeared to everyone who was there(and the WRITERS who had left) as if he was tipping his hat to them.
"Good day. Creations: don't be discouraged. All the Architects seem to like grimdark. Architects: Have fun, and don't ice people for no good reason. Oh and see you guys 'round."

His eye flashed purple for a split second, and he was gone, martini glass and registered name following suit.

Cadell blinked a few times, sitting up in his seat. Glancing around for a moment, he rested his gaze on the half finished cup of cider in his hand.

"Woah. This doesn't feel right. Did someone slip something in my drink? Why is everyone so quiet all of a sudden?"

David leaned forward, unhooking his katana from his belt and resting both palms on it. "I do not know, but I have a feeling that many entities were just here. Powerful ones..." He sighed, then cracked his neck. He turned to Cadell, "Anyway, are you interested in seeing more of my weapon collection? I have plenty I'd love to show you..."

Cadell nodded. Relaxing a bit, he took another sip from the cider. "Yeah, sounds good man."

David smiled wide, showing off a brilliant white set of teeth before taking the katana from its current position and resting it on the table. The blade master pulled it from its sheath and showed off the sword's curved edge. It seemed to glow with a faint silver light. "This..." David began, "Is the Tsuki no Ha, a katana forged by the swordsmith Masamune in the early fourteenth century. It can cut through anything, given enough time."

He ran one of his fingers over the flat of the blade, looking over the shining metal, "I had to wait ten years while this weapon basked in the moonlight until it was ready. I have not been disappointed as of yet..."