[i]Florkfin hops in, sniffing around for food. He notices you at the bar, and hobbles over.[/i]
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[i]Cobalt's sitting at the bar, next to you. He looks over.[/i] "Hey little man, where'd you come from?"
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[i]After finishing a large bottle of beer in one go he turns to you. [/i] “Not entirely sure, but ‘from the sea’ sounds ominous and correct. What about you, stranger?”
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“I came here a couple years back, after crash landing. And you’re right, ‘from the sea does sound ominous.’”
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“That doesn’t sound like a comfortable entrance, but it seems you made it out alright.”
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"It wasn't comfortable, no. Lost my only friend, too. But I've learned to deal with it."
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“You sure you don’t need a drink or something, fella?”
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"No. I don't drink. Alcohol, at least. Monster's are fair game, though." [i]Cobalt pulls one of the aforementioned drinks from his satchel, and takes a drink. [/i]
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“How curious. I’m not familiar with the drink.”
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[i]Cobalt pulls out another, and hands it over.[/i] "It's a carbonated drink that has an unreasonable amount of caffeine. Basically gives you a boost for an hour or two. Plus, they taste good."
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"Thank you, but I'll pass. I prefer the hard stuff." [i]Flork chuckles and looks at a menu.[/i]
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“To each their own.” [i]Cobalt takes a sip, and sets it down.[/i]
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"Ever tried the cod soup?"
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“Can’t say I have. I’m not a fan of fish.” [i]Cobalt glances down.[/i] “For eating, of course.”
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"Ah, you should try it! Of course, I have only eaten fish for a while, might be good to branch out soon."
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“Yeah? I’ll try some. I’d recommend the burgers. They’re pretty solid.”
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"I like my food a little more squishy, honestly. Solid food is alright at times."
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“Again, to each their own. I won’t judge you for that.”
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"Heh, judgement is a silly thing. So what's your name, my autonomic fellow?"
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“Cobalt. Been around these parts for a few years. You?”
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"Hm, I guess this place really is a prison after all. Pleasure to meet you, Cobalt."
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“It’s not a prison, I just enjoy staying around these parts. Don’t have anywhere else to go, and no friends to speak of anywhere else.”
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"Sounds like a prison to me!" [i]Flork chuckles, and his eyes spin around independently of each other.[/i]
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[i]Cobalt looks down, and shoots a glance. [/i] “I don’t see it that way, but alright.”
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"I doubt it. Not many see as much as I do." [i]Flork's eyes spin a final time, then settle.[/i]
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“Are you used to being an observer?”