Carth's magical adventure, ROUND TWO, MOTHERFUCKERS!

[Anastasia]

Tir nods along with the first part, blinking in surprise at the second.

"Dumbass," he mutters, then laughs. "I know you, Rat. I've seen you fight a time or two. Do you really think I'd do it any other way than a shot out of the blue that you wouldn't even feel?"

"Besides," he says, "It's bad form to kill your friends out here, not to mention really fucking stupid."

[Carthrat]

"True, that.

It's tempting, though, isn't it? God knows how many enemies I've made. If someone killed me, they'd probably find a truckload of gifts at their door tomorrow.

I'm just so glad they're all on Earth right now."

[Anastasia]

"Cheers to that," he says, raising his half filled glass to the air. "Say, did you hear about Ri-diana?" Tir's grin slips just a bit. "She got herself into some trouble, the crazy bitch, once that dust settled from the incident."

[Carthrat]

Carthrat snorts. "I havn't heard anything. As you so eloquently showed me, everyone thinks I'm dead, so nobody seems to be coming after me for any reason.

Do tell."

[Anastasia]

"She got herself mixed up with some low men. Now, I don't have all the details, but it seems she took a proverbial piss on one of the Yakuza's upper leaders," he says. "The upshot of that is that an assassin paid a visit to her."

Tir finishes off his second glass quickly. "You know Ri-Diana...never leaves home without a bit of protection, right? Whatever her protection was, it caused a respectable boom when she used it.

I can't verify this one hundred percent, but it looks like her and the assassin shuffled off this coil."

[Carthrat]

Carthrat winces. "Well, I'll drink to her memory, then. One of the only tenants who kept the explosions away from the building."

He sculls another shot..

[Anastasia]

"Yeah," he says. "She's been the only fatality that I know of. The others managed to survive and get on with life....Oh YEAH!" he suddenly grins, fishing in his jeans pocket. "While on the subject of the past, didn't I owe you a month's rent just before things went south?" he slaps a C card down on the bar and pushes it towards you. "1,000 credits sound good for such a prime apartment?

Consider it my last payment in the memory of your place. It died way too young to a really fucking big load of bullshit. Cheers."

[Carthrat]

"Hah," replies Carthrat, taking the card. "I appreciate that."

[Anastasia]

"You look like you could use a favor," he nods. "One more, I think," he says, waving over the barkeep. "I think I'd like to avoid a serous hangover tonight." Getting his third glass of Gunniess, he smiles.

"So...You mentioned some crazy shit. Care to go into it? Tarrasque Savior? Suicide?"

[Carthrat]

"Not really," replies Carthrat. "I'm trying to forget."

[Anastasia]

"Heh," he murmurs. "Well, I can understand that," he nods.

[Carthrat]

"That's a relief," replies Carthrat. "Hmm.. dammit, I need a private ship," he continues. "Beating on punks in the arena is all well and good, but it's not pulling in the sort of money I need.. I've got Rachel looking for bounties, but I'm not sure I want to drag her into all that stuff.."

[Anastasia]

Tir polishes off his last drink with a gulp as you go on about your money woes.

"Aaaaaa. A ship? Yeah, you'd have to be in A or S rank to pull in the credits for that," he notes. "Anyway, who's Rachel?"

[Carthrat]

"Fuck, man, A class is what, 2000 a pop or something? It'd take years of fighting to get that sorta cash.

As for Rachel, well, she's a native cleric. Her guardian was whisked off somewhere, and she's coming along with me to find her."

[Anastasia]

"It's not too hard to have four or five matches in a week, though," he says. "That's 10,000 credits a week, which is fairly fine money," he sighs, leaning his head on his hand. "Her guardian...is she that Diane you mentioned?"