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[controlsthedeck.livejournal.com]

*Fate breezes into the bar as breezily as a smug being like Fate can breeze. Which is to say that he blows through the door in the form of an unusually cold gust of wind before solidifying into a seated figure at the bar, not that he enters cheerily and casually. After all, that is much harder.*

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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Hee hee. I so want to send David to talk to you just so he can find out what you are. He's had a grudge against Fate since... Hallowe'en?]

[controlsthedeck.livejournal.com]

[ooc: It is not a sekrit who Fate is. Go ahead!]

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Hee! He's just never met him before.]

David walks over from an entirely different continuity from any one that exists in bar, and sits down at the bar when the wind wafts by him and a man appears.

"Now that was some entrance," he says, turning with a raised eyebrow at the gentleman now sitting beside him.

[controlsthedeck.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Well, admittedly Fate is not as omniftenpresent as he should be.]

Thank you. I do keep things interesting.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He smiles. "You should join the club. We have badges. And nicknames."

[controlsthedeck.livejournal.com]

*haughtily* I think not. I already have many, many names. And a badge.

*He shows David the badge. It is very shiny. And says "Glod."

Fate scowls and shakes the badge. It says "Glod" now.

Again. Now "God."

He nods, satisfied, and puts it away. Into nowhere.*

I see I'm going to have to have another Word with the Lady.

[not-pchan.livejournal.com]

Ryoga heads towards the bar to get some food.

At least, he means to head towards the bar to get some food. He even almost gets there, before some water of mysterious origin splashes over his head, and he becomes a pig.

A very annoyed looking pig, standing right next to Fate.

Not that he knows who he's standing next to.

Because then he'd run screaming, rather than stand there bweeing.

[controlsthedeck.livejournal.com]

*Fate notices.

He murmurs* Fitting.

[not-pchan.livejournal.com]

P-chan looks up. After a moment, a look of realization crosses his face, and he immediately tries to hide.

[controlsthedeck.livejournal.com]

*amused* I can see you, Hibiki Ryouga.

[not-pchan.livejournal.com]

This is answered by a rather shrill version of the usual 'bwee'.

[controlsthedeck.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes, yes. Of course.

Tell me, how is the revenge business doing these days?

[onetruemegatron.livejournal.com]

From a dark corner, two red eyes study Fate intently. Molecular dispersal and reformation. An interesting tactic. This individual would be worth studying, if for no other reason than to ascertain the nature of that rather unique form of travel.

This bar never ceases to provide amusement.

[controlsthedeck.livejournal.com]

*Fate glances at Megatron.

Very slowly, he raises one eyebrow.*

Hmmm.

[onetruemegatron.livejournal.com]

From out of the darkness, Megatron grins darkly. He is still not quite aware who or what he's dealing with, only that it's got some technology he has not seen before. "Good evening." His voice is cool, almost icily so.

[controlsthedeck.livejournal.com]

Perhaps.

How nice to see you again, I'm sure.

[onetruemegatron.livejournal.com]

Megatron's smile thins slightly. "Do tell." If this being wanted to be vague and imperceptible, so be it. He could do vague.

[controlsthedeck.livejournal.com]

*politely* Oh, no, you first, Megatron.

[ookookook.livejournal.com]

Ook.

*The Librarian walks, or rather waddles, up to Fate and studies him.* Ook...

*Faint memories of a particular figure in L-space rise in his mind, and he sips his tea, considering.*

[controlsthedeck.livejournal.com]

Ook to you as well, my good Librarian.

[ookookook.livejournal.com]

*The Librarian nods and sips his tea peacefully.*

Ook eeek ruk?

[controlsthedeck.livejournal.com]

Ook.

[ookookook.livejournal.com]

*The Librarian brightens.* Oook eek ee chruchu ook ook eek rrukook?

[controlsthedeck.livejournal.com]

Eekumook chookums.

[in-hot-water.livejournal.com]

Rather than attempting to come up with an excuse Ranma side-steps.

"I don't believe in coincidence anymore.." he replies, avoiding Ryoga's gaze and fighting the urge to cross his arms as well. He glances instead at the stranger, wondering just how much the man knows about him - about them both. He's beginning to suspect more and more, that he knows a great deal.