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After Chance leaving him, Sebastian sat on a table and thoroughly inspected his notebook to gauge its damage for a while. Thankfully everything seemed to be in place.
Just as the nobleman closed it, part of the air vent fell down and the moment he raised his head to get a better look at it he sighed. Lexel's clone was causing a commotion again.
Deciding he wanted nothing to do with that, Sebastian noticed a short, pale woman with long dark hair and deep brown eyes behind a pair of silver glasses sitting in a nearby couch.
It stroke him as someone he felt like he had seen before and seconds later remembered reading Bodacious' battle report of his fight against her, as well as hearing first-hand the cowboy's own version.
Growing curious, the blonde teenager moved towards her and greeted her with a smile as he placed his arms on top of the couch, bending slightly:
"Hello. If I recall correctly, you're Pluto, right?"

Shooing away the boys did not help her focus on her own matters, obviously. That cartoonish clone - yes, definitely not a stick - possessed by unintimidating ghost had caused some ruckus here and there, a blonde teenager sitting next to her, and the bisexual fox was eyeing this boy. Sky was blue, and roses were red. Now what? Pluto let out a exasperated sigh; she knew this was coming, but as always, experiencing and knowing were two different things. What happened to the "No Violence" rule in this thread? Pluto considered using the portal to slip away, but she crossed that out of her mind.

"Ah, "The Nobleman"," Pluto greeted in a low voice, agitation building up in her manner of speech. To Sebastian's surprise, what came out of her mouth was smooth and perfect Portugese. (although it is written in English here) "You've read and heard about me, I suppose. Unfortuantely, any questions you've got will have to wait until another time since the penguin is a bit busy at the moment." Leaving a mysterious comment, Pluto erased the smirk off her face and closed her eyes, clearly signing everyone not to disturb her unless necessary.

"Get lucky.... get lucky!", Luther noticed he was actually really having fun on his own. Even this small song made him really excited. More people had entered the room, but Luther did not really pay attention to them. Of course, the only girl in the room did get his attention, but an uncomfortable feeling of recognition towards the girl made him feel too uncomfortable to approach her. And besides, she looked as if she had plenty of guys around her already, and with her beauty... Luther quickly suppressed his thoughts.
Luther's dancing of course got some attention here and there, but most of the other guys in the room were busy with some sort of ghost/clone that partly destroyed the roof. Luther did not bother himself with this nonsense, he just kept on dancing. After the song ended Luther sat down behind the computer again. "Hmm... What shall I choose, maybe a more spicy song". While typing the title of the song he spoke out loud. "Em--igrate... my wor--ld".
He pressed play and casually walked towards the vending machine. He still had some money from the last guys he had to execute. He preferred not to steal from corpses, but the guys he killed probably did the same.
With a cold beer in his hands Luther walked towards the a sofa with the least people around. Unfortunately there were some people standing around it, and the girl which made him feel uncomfortable sat on another sofa facing the same table. The song Luther had chosen now played fully, maybe the song he choose was a little to rough.... he smiled and sat down, sipping from his beer, just enjoying the song and the opportunity to finally relax.

He sang softly along with the lyrics: "Thís---- is my world!".

Solutum had finished the food within moments of gathering it, the two trays emptied of their contents. It was quite the sight to see the slim man of snow skin eat so much food. Tossing the trays away Solutum sat upside down on the couch and started to observe the room. As usual everyone was off in their own world, especially Pluto. She was quite the interesting one. Of course Solutum knew everyone in the room and of what made them unique but he preferred the singular type i.e. only one version of and it seemed Pluto was one of the ones. Enough of a girl who was off in her own place! Solutum shot up from the couch and looked around the room. "So who wants to chat?" Steadily Solutum was walking around the room looming for someone to converse with, his royal blue armor clinking and clanking the whole time.

Chance finally manages to break his gaze off the blonde nobleman, turning quickly and hoping that he had not seen. With a sigh, his ears perked up to a strange sound. It was the sound of metal beating on metal, like and old suit of armor. Chance turns his head and spies a man with said armor, and casually begins to walk over to him.
"Well aren't you a strange one?" Chance chuckles under his breath, as he comes up quietly behind the slim man, running a nimble hand over the plates of metal.
"Might I say that this looks quite antique. How old is this?" He continues, trying to spark up a conversation.

Solutum stopped as he heard the voice and felt the man's touch on his armor. "Oh hello there. Strange is quite the subjective term here wouldn't you say?" Nodding towards the busted ventilation system and the various people around it Solutum smiled softly and held a hand out. "Nice to meet you again Chance. I'm Solutum." As usual, to mess with people Solutum was doing his various realities thing. He had met Chance before in a couple of variations of existence, so far his favorite was the female version. "The armor is... Old as existence itself. It's name is Arma Stellarum." Solutum gave a cryptic gesture towards himself and also revealed his sheathed daggers beneath the side plates of his armor. "So what would you like to know?"

Chance blushed slightly as he heard his own name, but quickly smiled to hide it.
"Well I guess formal greetings are out of the way, as seeing you know my name already." Chance replied with a friendly chuckle.
A small spark of amusement ran through the red-haired man's eyes as he noticed the daggers. Whipping his hand out quickly he grabbed one of them and pulled it out, taking a few cautious steps backward.
"My, my. Quite a lovely weapon, now isn't this?" Chance chuckled, twirling the blade between his fingers.

Solutum nodded and smiled as chance observed one of his daggers. "I made them and this armor myself though only in my hands can I show your their true potential." The single dagger Chance held seemed to display and entire universe within the ever changing and shifting oily black color of the blade. "Gemini Finis is their name." Solutum unsheathed the other dagger and twirled it around just like Chance, the small smile that had come to Solutum's revealed his blood red shark and pointed teeth. "So Chance how are you? I'm a bit peckish myself." With his free hand Solutum reached into his pocket and pulled out two candy bars offering once to Chance. "Care for one?"

Chance smiled but politely refused the sweet.
"Sorry mate, not a big sweet eater." He chuckled. Chance twirled the dagger between his fingers one last time before tossing back to Solutum.
"But thanks for the offer though." He smiled sweetly, pushing his bright red hair to the side.
"Though, if you're hungry, I can order something for you?" He offered.

With deft skill Solutum threw the two candy bars into the air and caught his dagger, as they fell he perfectly sliced the wrappers from them and swallowed them whole. "Thanks but I feel I've taken enough from the cafe." Solutum sheathed his daggers and shook the mess of white hair flecked with bright orange atop his head before he looked to Chance again. "Anything you want to do Chance? I feel a conversation would be nice but I wouldn't know where to start. Or maybe you would like to see what I can do with my armor and my weapons?" The smile on Solutum's face was slowly turning goofy and happy, he always loved to talk with someone always looking to make friends.

Chance chuckled as the sweets fell into the man's mouth.
"You sure have a big appetite for such a slim man." He said, covering his mouth to keep from laughing.
Chance finally was able to control himself as Solutum asked his question.
"I would like to see how you do with those daggers, if you don't mind of course." He chuckled, noticing the slim man becoming giddy.

"It would be my pleasure." With an exaggerated bow Solutum unsheathed his daggers, one with the balde upwards and the other with the blade held down. "Ladies and gentlemen boys and girls! It's time for the performance of the twin daggers!" Solutum twirled the daggers around by their hilts and threw them into the air, as the fell towards the earth he caught them both in his teeth and handled them again. Crossing the daggers together Solutum focused and spoke. "Fulgur!" The sound of static filled the air and as Solutum slowly pulled the daggers apart a bolt of electricity zapped between them, once they were raised above his head a steady strena of electricity jumped between them. "Evomo!" From the daggers little balls of lightning spewed and erupted letting fall tiny blue sparks. "You like?"

Chance, trying to pat his hair down from the electricity, chuckled under his breath. Once his hair had settled into an almost normal arrangement, he clapped.
"That was certainly entertaining my friend. Very entertaining indeed." Chance chuckled once more.
"I'm pretty sure you already know what I can do, but would you like to see a demonstration anyway?" He asked, politely holding out his hand to ask for a dagger.

Pluto opened her eyes, waking up from her short trance. There were interesting events going on here and there; aside from a little show-offs, there were some who simply observed the others, too. The android gladiator in the corner collectind dust was one, and the blue brawler with another soul within him was another. His appearance and the device in his hand - RHDex? A complete rip-off - reminded Pluto of the old game she used to play before she... Peeling her eyes off the little entertaintment going on at the moment, Pluto frowned and stood up from her seat. Unpleasant memories dominated her mind for a split second, recalling the pain she had gone through.

"--Need something to distract me for a while..." She murmured to herself and reached for the portal that opened up beside her, dug her hand into it and fished a small carving knife out from it. Well, since the facility needed some repair service for the ceiling, she might as well enchant the room itself to prevent it from any further damage. Pluto grabbed the unoccupied chair nearby, dragged it to the pillar supporting the room and stepped up. Four hours, eighteen minutes and fifty-two seconds of enchanting will dull down the trauma a little. Humming to herself softly, she began her enchanting on the tall pillar, oblivious to her environment - well, she knew, but she chose not to care. Since Solutum and Chance had attracted the others' attention, no one really paid attention to the small girl carving strange marks into the smooth surface of the pillar on her tip toes.

Luke noticed Pluto doing something strange, so he walked towards her out of sheer curiousity.
"Hey. What are you doing?" He asked her nonchalantly. She ignored him completely and continued carving lines onto the hard, smooth surface of a pillar.
"Hm...Are you drawing a seal for a spell? What kind is it?" His curiousity took over, his focus locked onto her.