Carth's magical adventure, ROUND TWO, MOTHERFUCKERS!

[Anastasia]

"Because with your crazy ass, you should be meteor dust twenty five times over," Tir of Toran laughs. A tall human with rackish black hair tied into a ponytail and dressed in Earth jeans and a black button shirt, his youthful face is framed in a large grin. "Damn, we all thought you bought it when the apartments went to hell."

[Carthrat]

"Yeah, well, what can I say? I'm a legend," replies Carthrat, smirking.

[Anastasia]

"A legendary bullshitter, sure," he grins that cocky grin of his, hands in his jeans pockets. "Anyway, damn. This calls for a drink, doesn't it?"

[Carthrat]

"There's nobody I can't cheat. Women, gangsters, Death, it's all the same to me," replies Carthrat, smirking. "You're buying."

[Anastasia]

"Sure. Money ain't a problem here once you get used to beating down scrubs who think they can fight." Tir falls in stride with you. "Tell me, what exactly was that Tarrasque about?"

[Carthrat]

"Oh, nothing, I was just apparently the legendary savior of the Tarrasque race," replies Carthrat, idly. "I had more important things to do, like piss off Shizue and try attempted suicide, you know, the usual."

[Anastasia]

"Carthrat, I think we're going to have an interesting chat over our drinks," he smiles, a hand brushing his unruly hair back a bit. "I'm in the mood for Earth booze. Sound good?"

[Carthrat]

"Straight vodka for me," chuckles Carthrat. "And what have you been up to? I've been out of the loop ever since I took that job at the software firm.."

[Anastasia]

Walking out of the arena, he takes his right hand out of his pocket for a moment. He adjuts the BendTitan glove he always wears on that hand before putting it back in his pocket. "Yeah, well...everyone pretty much went off wherever after you folded up. I think most of them took it as a sign that it was time to leave Earth for better horizons. I did, honestly."

[Carthrat]

"You might be right," replies Carthrat, dryly. "Between that stupid U.S. war, Shizue's aspirations of world domination and whatever, and the company that managed to capture the Tarrasque, not to mention all the weirdos and freaks that hang around, it was much like a powder keg waiting to explode. I figure the nuke'sll start flying within a few years, if the council dosn't take action."

[Anastasia]

"Yeah...It's been awhile in coming. That Cold War should have done it if outside interference hadn't fucked things all up," he nods as you walk along. "Even now...without a full scale intervention..." he trails off, shrugging. "It tears me up, but what are you going to do?"

[Carthrat]

"Nothing," replies Carthrat. "Or at least that's what I'd like to say. Truth is, I'm looking for someone. A woman from the planet. See, I owe her, but she's vanished off the planet, and I have to find her.

I might do something, just for her. But Earth.. ever since I got there.. well, I don't have that many fond memories of the place, I'll say that."

[Anastasia]

"Fuck," he sighs, shuffling along. "If Earth wasn't a meeting ground for every alien, mage, god and interdimensional being, maybe it wouldn't be the clusterfuck it is now," he mutters, kicking the sidewalk for no real reason. "That drink sounds good now."

[Carthrat]

"I'll say," replies Carthrat.

"Oh yeah, I meant to ask; have you seen Shisoa recently? He should get off the planet, too, but he's a native, he dosn't know much."

[Anastasia]

"He did, actually. He was on the same transport I was on, he had some credits and wanted to 'see the galaxy' or something. Knowing him..." he trails off, "...well, nevermind. Let's just go get that drink first."