[ he takes a step back after and it's like the goddamn shadows have reached up from under them, swallowing them both up and--nope, there is no mira or atlas here, there's nothing. ]
[You have to wait for someone to open the door until you can duck in unseen behind them, but you're in! Inside is... Uh. It's a shit hole. There's trash and debris all over the floor with rats freely running about in the mounds piled up in the corners. You'll have to be careful not to step on anything that might make a noise like broken glass.
Along one wall is a line of desks. Currently two tellers are standing there handling transactions. Behind them is a hallway leading further into the building. A manager --you can tell because they have a large piece of cardboard reading MANEGR pinned to their shirt-- is standing by the door watching all the customers with an openly hostile gaze. Also an AK-47 so take that as you will.
There are five customers in the building. An old man with a large hunting knife. A mother and her two children, an infant and a ten year old, each sporting an uzi. And a young woman with a pistol.]
[ this would have been a lot easier if he'd brought his familiar along, wouldn't it. what kind of bank is this, this doesn't look normal. why do the kids have guns. why are they in here.
can we go home yet. tturning to atlas and just. giving him a look. ]
[Gradually everyone in the room goes calm. One teller and the old man even smile! Fingers come off triggers all around the room as everyone lets their guard down.]
Well ain't this just purty... Like an angel.
Mmhm. Mmhm. I'm going to make whoever's singing it mine.
Not if I get them first, you damn corpse walker.
[The argument continues in a very calm manner. Everyone agrees they definitely want to be the owner of whoever's singing. Atlas has gained a fanbase.]
[ the good thing about being a phantom thief is that walking around all this shit? is easy as fuck. much easier than walking around moving lasers and stuff. and hitting people on the back of their necks while still being COMPLETELY IMPOSSIBLE TO SPOT tends to be pretty effective. ]
[You take out the Blonde Young Woman With the Pistol I accidentally forgot about whoops. And then the Mother. But the baby starts crying; now everyone's on to you!
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[ grabbing hand? ]
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Jus' be real quiet.
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Uwaaah, that's amazing! I'll stay extra quiet.
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hopefully maneuvering around all those with guns and shit because. bumping into someone would be real unfortunate. ]
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Along one wall is a line of desks. Currently two tellers are standing there handling transactions. Behind them is a hallway leading further into the building. A manager --you can tell because they have a large piece of cardboard reading MANEGR pinned to their shirt-- is standing by the door watching all the customers with an openly hostile gaze. Also an AK-47 so take that as you will.
There are five customers in the building. An old man with a large hunting knife. A mother and her two children, an infant and a ten year old, each sporting an uzi. And a young woman with a pistol.]
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can we go home yet. tturning to atlas and just. giving him a look. ]
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... Is this how a bank looks, Mira-san.
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[ ssuper low but he turns so he's facing atlas with his back to everyone else in the building. ]
Do that thing.
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... Okay. I'll sing for them. First, Mira-san, please plug your ears.
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Well ain't this just purty... Like an angel.
Mmhm. Mmhm. I'm going to make whoever's singing it mine.
Not if I get them first, you damn corpse walker.
[The argument continues in a very calm manner. Everyone agrees they definitely want to be the owner of whoever's singing. Atlas has gained a fanbase.]
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[ oh. that's nice. no one's dead. that's always. really great. ]
Let's knock 'em all out.
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everything would feel so much safer that way though for many reasons so yes let's nod. ]
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The Manager
The Ginger Teller
The Brunette Teller
The Old Man
The Mother
Her Ten Year Old Son
Her Infant (would you go that far?)
The Old Man]
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he'll work his way up okay. ]
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Is Atlas still singing?]
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thanks daisuke. ]
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oh. are we okay still. ]
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we're definitely cool.
rreaching a hand out to take the uzi from the baby, yes thanks. ]
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still singing with tireless robot pipes baby please calm down ]
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