The tavern had a dry atmosphere within the place and a noir smoke filled the air choking the life out of the bar that the young woman and the gruff mercenary had found as a meeting place for their masterful minds. Within the bar itself, the salt spitoon many a person stood in all sorts of corners in dark hoods, which made the young girl question whether or not this bar even had a shape, or it was some weird dimensional bar that made no logical sense. She didn't care to notice too much, after all, she wasn't here to deal with the odd construction, or all of the strange brooding idiots, no she was here to deal with that of a foul menace. A cult had been growing, their numbers believing in the power of a mighty substance. They were those who fixed all the broken tools, kept all the mouths shut, brought about sticky justice to those who were heretic's, they were the tapped crusaders, and they had to be stopped. Their skillful use in the art of duct tape magic, almost made Erika jealous, and she had almost considering joining the cult, hell she even sent them a letter asking if she could. They rejected her of course since they didn't want to rename it to The cult of Erika, formerly known as the Taped Crusaders, she refused to be a part of them. What was the point in joining if they weren't going to make her the main figure or worship? There was no point, and since they had said no, they had offended her, and she would stamp them out. Lighting a cigar the man she had come here to meet spoke up, his face covered in shadows, and only dimly lit by that which puffed against his lips.
"So, you ready to fight against the taped crusaders? They are a menace which must be stopped, lest the entire world be covered in their powerful duct tape."
"More importantly they told me no."
"Uh... I'm sorry but isn't saving the world a bit more important?"
"My good man, I'm afraid I don't understand your question, saving the world? There is something far more important than that on the line. I was told no, that automatically makes this far more important than any world ending event. They and all of their sticky fortitude will pay for their insolence against me."
"Look people get told no all the time, why does it matter in this case?"
"The post card they sent me had a wang drawn on it over my little heart that I drew. They will pay in blood for every spot of ink drawn over my little pink heart."
"Look, I invited others here maybe I should just go and chat with them when they show up..."
"NO ONE DRAWS A PEE PEE ON MY LITTLE DRAWING, NO ONE!"
"So, you ready to fight against the taped crusaders? They are a menace which must be stopped, lest the entire world be covered in their powerful duct tape."
"More importantly they told me no."
"Uh... I'm sorry but isn't saving the world a bit more important?"
"My good man, I'm afraid I don't understand your question, saving the world? There is something far more important than that on the line. I was told no, that automatically makes this far more important than any world ending event. They and all of their sticky fortitude will pay for their insolence against me."
"Look people get told no all the time, why does it matter in this case?"
"The post card they sent me had a wang drawn on it over my little heart that I drew. They will pay in blood for every spot of ink drawn over my little pink heart."
"Look, I invited others here maybe I should just go and chat with them when they show up..."
"NO ONE DRAWS A PEE PEE ON MY LITTLE DRAWING, NO ONE!"