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Kabuki, having procured drawing paper from the bar along with a pencil, has set herself down at a booth and is currently filling page after page with sketches of goldfish and dragons. Bunnyrabbits, dancers, whatever catches her fancy.

Every once in a while she'll look up, study the bar, and rub the lack of sleep from her eyes before continuing. Totally absorbed in her work.

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One of the times she looks up... there is a Czarnian entering the bar.

Kabuki blinks red eyes and watches the man, pencils and paper forgotten. She can't help but stare-he looks like noh (his face and eyes) but she'd never heard of a male agent before.

So she watches, to see what sort of reaction she gets.

He looks back at her. Red eyes, solid red-inside red. He is wearing leather pants and a leather jacket, no shirt, so she can see that his chest is of the same white color.

Combat boots, and weapons...

The Main man raises a brow at her.

Kabuki's raising a brow behind her mask, but her face is expressionless. Not totally expressionless. She does wear her trademark smile.

"Hello." She says it plesantly but with an edge of hard and fear. She's on her guard, because although bar doesn't allow violence...there are things worse then being hurt.

Six feet, four inches, three-oh-five pounds of solid muscle strides towards her. Expression unreadable, but Lobo carries an aura of menace, of power, of... evil. The scourge of the universe approaches...

The slayer of worlds...

The exterminator of races...

The most dangerous being in existance...

Kabuki's no fool, she's been there. That look in his eyes is unsettling, very, very unsettling.
Kabuki backs up against the wall unconciously, hand grabbing for a weapon-something-anything-

No Violence.
That's right, that's right. But when her hand closes around her sickle she relaxes, by a hair.

"Can I help you?"
Still polite. Never show your enemies fear.

His nostrils flare, like a predator's.

He can smell fear...

Then...

...

...

...

He grins. "Mind company?"

No, it is not a simple grin, it is the cat smiling to the mouse.

(*and apologies. repeated typos made me over-react*)

"...no." Of course she doesn't mind company. Not when the figure appears to be able to squish her with a single bat of his hand.

However, her hand doesn't stray from the sickle as she continues watching him.

He takes a seat. Watching her. "Are ye scared?"

Deep bass voice. And he does have a strange, exquisite, almost enticing manner... dare getting closer to the abyss?

Oh, this close, she can be pretty sure the color is not make-up.

"No." And it's true. She's not really scared. There's just a difference between caution and fear.

Upon inspection she realizes that he's not Noh or any connection to her world, and that thought lets her ease up-just a bit. The hands unclench on her sickle.

"Who might you be?" She eyes him behind her mask and curls almost felinelike in the chair, placing both hands on the table in an elegant gesture.

"I'm Lobo. Jes' Lobo. You?" Watching each move intently, there is a glint of apreciation in his red eyes.

"Kabuki." Just Kabuki, just your average psycopathic assassin, "Just Kabuki."

Smiling her painted smile at him, She's mentally scanning him with her mask's sensors-looking for weapons, or just for anything potentially harmful or dangerous.

- 01 Strohl Munitions GG 900-X submachinegun.

- 01 Strohl Munitions BH-775-SC portable multicannon

- Big-ass Knife.

- Spare ammo.

"Nice name. Been 'ere long?"

"No." Kabuki's weapon readouts confirm it, this man is definately armed and dangerous, best to play it safe, "I arrived a few days ago."

It would show, she's been sleeping in corners and on the floor. But a mobile agent would be used to that.

"Did not get a room 'ere yet?" He does not have sensors, but he has sharp senses.

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