Carth's magical adventure, ROUND TWO, MOTHERFUCKERS!

[Carthrat]

"Oh, lord," mutters Carthrat. "He's gonna seduce every woman from here to Jonkai."

[Anastasia]

"Heh. Or maybe some girl will finally wise up and castrate him," he laughs. "Well," he stops in front of a small little dive, the neon sign proclaiming it the Roaring Void. "This is it."

[Carthrat]

"I have my doubts," replies Carthrat, dryly. "He can run pretty fast, y'know," he says as he walks in..

[Anastasia]

The decor inside is of space and stars, with tiny lights as 'stars' set into the black painted metal walls. A few 'sun' shaped lights are on the ceiling, giving enough light without ruining the dark and shadowy interior. A few people are at the back tables, but the bar is empty save for the barkeep, a human. "This is a human place, purely the best of Earth. You can get Guinness without selling a spacecraft, let alone your virtue."

[Carthrat]

"What, have prices risen that much?" asks Carthrat, snorting. "The intergalactic community used to think Earth booze was swill, if I remember correctly."

[Anastasia]

"Well, it's the 'in' thing, and has been for the past few years. Blame rich space barons for jacking up the price." Tir nods at the bartender. "One Guinness tap for me, and straight vodka for the rodent." He sits on one of the black barstools. "Yeah, anyhow, all things mind altering from Earth are on a boom right now. It shouldn't last more than another five years or so, I hope, or I'm going to have start hijacking credit ships."

[Carthrat]

"Export cigarettes," replies Carthrat.

[Anastasia]

"I could, if I had the endurance to fuck around with exporting in the first place," he says as the barkeep brings your drinks. Conversation is stopped as he takes a deep draught from his mug of beer. "Aaaah...that's good stuff."

[Carthrat]

"Yeah, you're not a paperwork sort of guy, are you?" snorts Carthrat. "Next to being a go-pher, exporting is the easiest business for space-scum."

[Anastasia]

"Mmmmm," he says around another deep gulp of his drink. "Yeah, well, I get by beating up morons who think they can fight," he laughs. With another drink, he polishes off his beer.

"But anyway...Things really fell apart after that Tarrasque incident. Did you manage to catch up to anyone else yet?"

[Carthrat]

"I didn't realise I was so popular," replies Carthrat. "Well, as far as I can remember, the only person who might fit that classification is that Yakuza guy.. whazizname.. Kirosawa? I dunno. I think I removed his hand, but it's all old news now.

And Shizue, off course. I never did check on her after that shouting match we had.."

[Anastasia]

"You live dangerously, Tanewaki," he snorts as you mention the Kirosawa incident. I certainly hope you don't go back to Earth for a very long time now," He pauses a few moments,  letting you finish.

"Rat, well...I ran into Shizue a few weeks ago out here," he says. "I thought you said she was Earthbound? Did something give?"

[Carthrat]

"Of course. I dropped a few hints about space travel, along with a few blatant lies. She probably really thinks that N-Space theory is true," snorts Carthrat.

"What, she managed to sleep her way up to a ship?"

[Anastasia]

"Maybe, but I think those service men called her captain for a reason," he shrugs.

Bringing his cup up to his lips, he notes it is empty. "Damn. Play it again, Sam," he says to the barkeep, getting a refill.

"I didn't talk to her but for a moment, but she said she was doing very well for herself out here now."

[Carthrat]

Carthrat shrugs. "Good for her. Right now, I'm not really mixed up with her. It's much more entertaining to insult her behind her back than actually *do* something.

Heck, I'm not mixed up with anything out here. That's the great advantage, it's like the internet, if things are pissing you off, you can just.. vanish."

Carthrat chuckles for a moment.

"That said, meeting you here was a bit of a coincidence.

Or was it? Are you, in fact, an assassin? Sent to kill me by some random punk I angered when I disembowled his son?"