Bumping open the door with the side of her hip, Blanc quickly looks around the inside of the bar before giving a sigh of relief. She takes a seat at the bar, then reaches over to her bag and pulls out a book, placing it on the counter. "It's nice to finally find some place quiet... what a convenient place to wind down." She looks over to the woman at the counter, hiding herself a little beneath her thick coat before picking up her book and beginning to read.

A Sylveon enters the bar and takes a quick look around. The neon sign, the lightning... It was very Shinjuku, very beautiful. It would like it here very much. The Sylveon smiles, adjusts the ribbon on its head and hops up onto the barstool, sitting nearby the Blanc and the seemingly drunken woman. There seemed to be a bag tied to its body filled with... something. Hmmm? no one running this establishment? I was hoping for a drink or two. Alas, I could get lost in the atmosphere alone~ it's very nostalgic.

Despite Blanc and the Slyveon's entry, Ohya continues working pretending to work on her notes for a while, before realizing she was no longer alone. "...Huh? ...Oh!" For a moment her flushed face looked like one of embarrassment, as she awkwardly stood up and stumbled to the other side of the counter. "Sorry about that, it's been a while since anyone's shown up. Can I get you two something?"

Absorbed in her reading, Blanc hadn't noticed the Sylveon come in, nor it talking. She looks up, noticing a cute pink creature now sitting beside her. She reaches her hand over, trying to pet the top of it's head. "You're... a cute one. Where did you come from, Pinky? Were you hungry?" She looks up to Ohya now standing across from her. "Oh, erm... do you have... maybe tangerines? I-if not, I'll just have a glass of water for now..."

Sylveon couldn't help but chuckle at the woman as she stumbled behind the counter. It was cute, she thought. Hmm? I'm surprised that bar customers are rare in Shinjuku. Granted, most people probably prefer clubs to places like this... As for me, I like to enjoy all aspects of this little town~ I actually quite like the atmosphere here. It is authentic. Sylveon went off on a slight tangent, perhaps remembering some old memories before looking back at Ohya. Ah, forgive my rambling. I believe I'm in the mood for a strawberry daiquiri this evening. Sylveon was surprised as it was petted by a certain white goddess. It was a little thrown off, but glanced over at Blanc with a smirk. Already to headpats? at least buy me a drink first~ I won't complain if it's someone like you, though... Sylveon giggled slightly at the nickname "Pinky". It was simple. She didn't take offense, though. I'm Sylveon, but, you can call me Pinky if that strikes your fancy~ I'm not that hungry, though. Just a bit thirsty.

"...Tangerines?" Ohya begins working on the requested drinks, and speaks to herself while doing so. Though being not entirely sober, she's certainly not doing well at trying to whisper to herself. "I hope I don't have to start buying tangerines for a new regular... I already had to stock up on soft drinks for those kids..." After a few minutes of uncoordinated movements and trying to remember where things are, she returns and places a glass of water and ice on the counter, as well as a strawberry daiquiri.

Blanc practically rips her hand away from the Sylveon as it speaks to her, so quickly that she falls off the side of her stool, throwing her book halfway across the room and bonking the back of her head on the adjacent one before landing in the space between them. "A-ah... that..." Struggling to free herself from the space in between, she pretty much just flops over onto the regular floor before picking herself up, dusting off her coat and getting back in her seat. "Please don't ever do that again." She picks up her drink, bringing it to her lips and taking a sip from it, before placing it back on the counter. Vaguely hearing Ohya's rambling, she decides to speak up. "I apologize for such an odd request. I usually bring my own, but I just sort of ran out recently. I'm struggling to find any place the sells them around here..."

Much obliged, dear~ Sylveon winks at Ohya before lifting the cup with one of her ribbons to take a sip. It's delicious. I may ask for seconds after this one. Sylveon takes a bigger sip of her strawberry daiquri, nearly finishing off half of the glass already. She chuckles in amusement at the girls surprise. Of course, not everyone would be accustomed to seeing something like her talk back. That was the most interesting reaction she had seen in some time, though. Are you alright there? Surprised that I can talk, perhaps? I'm just as surprised as you are. Don't worry, though; I don't bite... Much~

Blanc's face turns a pretty blank stare as she tries to process a cute pink fox creature hitting on her. In the end, she shakes her head and ignores it, digging back into her book... which was across the room. She lets out a quiet sigh before standing up and walking over to it. "And here I thought I could read in peace..." She walks back and plops herself back down on the stool, bringing her coat back up over her shoulders, covering the majority of her face from the side under a large fluff, and starts reading once again.

Ohya, more specifically Ohya's writer having realized this was far from the best 2 in the morning to do this kind of shit, is slightly relieved someone else said something due to a momentary issue of not knowing what the fuck to say. In the mean time, having served the patrons drinks, walks back to where she was sitting to try and clean up her assorted papers and glasses. "Sorry to disappoint kid, this place is never peaceful once people show up."

Blanc takes a glance over at Ohya, giving a sigh before putting down her book, deciding to simply lean over the counter with her right cheek buried in the palm of her hand. "Um, I don't mean to tell you how to do your job, but... I'm almost certain bartenders aren't supposed to be drinking on the job... What are you doing anyways? That's a lot of papers..."

A small little child walked into the bar with her giant spear, the Black Viper, while wearing a midriff shirt and wearing no shoes. She see's Ohya and she can smell the "honey water" off of her. She looks at Ohya with a happy smile. Hey, tall old lady, can you give me honey water! She looks around and see's Sylveon. She started to make some happy noises and started to laugh at the sight of seeing her. Sylveon! I'm glad to see you. She gives Sylveon and warmful hug and placed the Black Viper on the counter. She see's Blanc with a confused expression. Hai? She whispers at Syleon. Who is the the wierd lady with the book?

"You're probably right, but eh... Technically I'm not a bartender!" She says with a wide smile. "I'm just filling in for a friend... badly. The papers were me trying to do my actual job. Though, that's not been going great these days." Her attention is pulled to the new, bombastic voice in the room, and naturally she is immediately confused. "Honey water?" "See, this is what I mean. I'm no bartender, I barely know what I'm doing." She whispers to Blanc with a smile about her poor understanding and performance at being a bartender substitute.

Blanc gives Ohya a little warm smile, deciding to fix her posture and sit upright like a normal person. "Ah, I see. Well, that's good of you, covering someone else's job like that, even if you're not that good... I bet they're very grateful." From the cover alone, Sylveon can see it's... some type of romantic novel. The main character has an image on the front, being an older woman. Now seeing Sylveon eyeing her book, she immediately snatches it away and puts it back inside her bag. "D-don't just look at what other people are reading! It's rude!" She sighs, before looking to the new person in the room. "I guess I could introduce myself now... My name is Blanc. I'm... from Lowee."

Sylveon let's out an intrigued "Hmmm?" noise as she catches a glance of the book. So, she was like that, wasn't she? she wanted to snoop more, but Blanc swiped the book away. The little Sylveon let out a giggle. She liked that flustered experession. Oh, my deepest apologies~ perhaps books like that should be kept private if you don't want people seeing them... Do not worry, though, I certainly don't judge~ Shinjuku is an open world for people of all tastes and background, after all. Sylveon perked up as she heard a familiar girls voice. She looked to Rin Rin, smiling. Ah, Rin Rin-chan! once again hanging around shady places again~? You should be careful. There are some dangerous people around that eat up cuties in Shinjuku, though thankfully this place doesn't seem to be one of them. She winked before whispering back to her. Just met her, myself. She seems the clumsy type, but also a secret romantic type. She didn't really react to me, but maybe you could charm her? she seems more your type.

Rin Rin looks at Blanc. Despite her rude entrance that she made, she looks at Blanc and puffed up her chest. My name is Chohi Yokutoku. I lead the Rin Rin bandits, raiding all the towns and stealing whenever possible! After saying she was the leader of the Rin Rin bandits, she couldn't keep a straight face and so, she started to laugh at her own introduction. She stopped laughing and looked at Blanc. So, you are from Lowee? Where is that from? She looks at Sylveon Don't worry, as long as I have the Black Viper, I can take on anyone. Also, what do you mean by "romantic" type? Is that another name for being friendly?

Blanc laughs a little and gives Chohi a pat on the head. "Oh, so you lead a group of bandits? How frightening... I hope you don't try and steal from my nation." She lets out another giggle, before removing her hand and putting her hands on her legs, leaning down to be on level with Rin Rin. "Well, I'm not sure where it is compared to here, but... Lowee is a strong nation to the north. We have snow for a lot of the year, so it's a really beautiful place..." She sighs, her eyes falling to the floor for a moment before she sits back up and looks back at Chohi, smiling.

Niko enters, he's obviously too young be here, but who cares. "Alright time to relax..." He sees familiar faces, mainly due to... Eh, nevermind. He takes a seat near Sylveon. "Hey, some..." Well, he could make up a bullshit reason, so... "I'll have some whiskey, on the rocks please."

Chohi started to blush from the head pat she received. Oh! T-thank you Blanc? She heard her say that Lowee has a lot of snow. She started to get excited when she heard this. Oooh, snow! I would love to make some funny snowmen over there. Also, you don't have to worry about my bandits. They will only attack your nation when I tell them too. So, do you like honey water? I heard that this place has some good honey water from someone I talked to other day.

She notices Niko sitting next to Sylveon and saw the cat ears on his head. Uuh, are you okay? Are you cursed because you'll turn into a full cat if you don't drink this special medicine to relieve the curse that you have.

Sylveon chuckles at Rin Rin. It was starting to become clear to her that this girl was too naive for her own good. That was cute in its own way, though. Well, it's definitely a certain kind of friendly. Like friendship, but a step further~ Syleon raises a lash to Niko as he entered. Whisky? that was a strong drink for someone on the short side. She decided to simply observe him with interest for now... Come to think of it, have they met before?

Blanc tilts her head, a little confused. "Honey... water..? Oh, you mean... Well, I drink it on occasion, but I'm not really big on it." She laughs, before pulling out a little white cell phone, two little charms dangling down from the case. "Ah, it's getting late... I should be going." She puts her phone away and exchanges it for a small white purse, pulling out some bills and putting them on the counter. She didn't really order anything, but it seemed like Ohya could get all the help she could get. Standing back up on her own feet, she gives everyone a little wave before heading out, shifting her coat on her body to shield herself more from the cold night. "Hmm... maybe it's about time I..."

Hmm, this Sylveon is familiar... Wait, the vending machine! "Wait, didn't we meet at the vending machine?" Cursed? Pfft. "Am I cursed? Of course I'm not, this is normal."

Rin Rin see's that Blanc is about to leave. She waves her hand to her goodbye and bows to her. Good bye, Blanc-sama. She hears what Sylveon said about a friendship, but moving step further? The answer clicked in her head. Oh, you mean forming a sister hood? I did that already with someone I use to know before I was sent her. She looks at the ground with sadness but wipes out her sad expression and made a determined expression on her face. But she a big girl. She can be fine without me! Anyway, I have to go now. I want to make sure that no bears attack me. Okay bye~ She grabbed the Black Viper and left the bar, waving at everyone goodbye.

Ahah, we did~ I guess I ended up taking you to Shinjuku after all. Even though this is a smaller establishment then I'm used to. This is nice once in awhile~ She overheard Rin Rin describing him as "cursed", and couldn't help but giggle. The only cursing thing is how cute they are. Sylveon reached her ribbons up and tried to tickle his ears. She waved Rin Rin goodbye while being intrusive. Until we meet again, dear~

Niko scratches the back of his head. "Yeah, I guess you d-..." Wait, Cu-... His train of thought stops as he feels the Sylveon's ribbons on his ears. "Oh yeah, right there...."

Sylveon rubbed Niko's ears for a while, looking pretty satisfied with herself before retracting her ribbons. Enjoyed that? I believe that's a proper greeting among those like us.

Ohya waves as Blanc leaves. "Whisky? You seem a bit too young for that kind of stuff, what about a soda?"

Niko looks satisfied afterwards as well. "Ahh, I needed that." He snaps back to reality. "Uh, I'm legal in cat years!"

Sylveon chuckles and then waves to Ohya. I think I'll have another strawberry daiquiri. A toast to new friends, yes?

A man dressed in a simple hoodie, snug jogging pants and pair of thin rimmed glasses pushes open the front door and enters the building. His attention is caught by several odd creatures, but they didn't seem hostile. So he simply shrugged and seated himself at the bar. "Yo, Hostess! I'll take a glass of chivas if you'd be so kind! Chilled with a whiskey stone if you carry any. Thanks a million!" Flashing a quick grin at the woman, he looks down at his watch. "Kid should be wrapping up shortly. My spidey senses are tingling."

A quick change of his web cartridges, some parting words to Mr. Icahn. And finally quite a bit of web-slinging later, a boy wearing a red and blue suit walks through the door to Crossroads and looks around for a moment... Of course, he'd be here, in a bar. Though oddly without a stack of empty bottles around, maybe he hasn't had time for it yet? "Oh hey, Mr. Stark... Uh, I guess this is a bad time for me to show up huh? Well, anytime is really around here from what I can guess? The whole place seems to be some kind of weird mesh of various dimensions or something. And one minute I was swinging around New York, then the next I wake up in this city without any clue what's going on. That was uh, yesterday so hey if you've got any clue that'd be great ya know?" Costume or not, he's not exactly able to sound very impressive at the moment. Babbling on in rapid fire, not to mention the simple fact that he freely admits to being entirely clueless about this world at the moment.

Niko looks at the new arrivals... Tony Stark now, too? Fucking Iron Man? "Oh, hey there." He attempts to not start fangasming.

"Right on time." Tony smiles at the kid's energy, clearly he's fine. That being said, he slowly begins to raise his index finger as part begins to go on and on without rest. Just as he finishes speaking, Tony presses the finger where Spidey's lips were. "Kid! Kid. Relax... I'm still not sure what's up with this place myself. Been keeping my head relatively low. Speaking of Lowe, people have weird powers hear kid. Watch yourself." He retracts his hand and sighs. "Couldn't have chosen a better time actually. Things have been getting more hectic as of late. So I'm glad to have another pair of mostly capable hands on deck. New world, same old rules though. You listen to me and keep yourself safe. Got it?" Tony catches another kid eyeing them up and turns around to face him. "Hey yourself. What's up pal?"

Try not to fuck it up, act like you don't know him. Be witty. "...The sky."

Eh, some cat kid? And... Oh no, a fan of Mr. Stark? Not that odd to meet, but hopefully, he's one of the fairly sane ones at least. "Um hi, citizen. Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man is uh here to... Well, maybe not help, unless you need help in which case I'd gladly give it! But ya know, kinda needed some myself from uh, Mr. Stark and all." For a moment, he'd stop talking and simply breath in. Right yes, stay safe... "Right, staying safe is uh easy. Just have to avoid making people with mad science bunny weapons made from supernatural monsters called Shadows angry." Seriously, what was that Kalib guy's deal? Seems like a local villain to Peter's guess, but maybe he's wrong... Either way, now seems like a decent time for a speech right? "Anyway, like you said even if we're in a new world? It's the same stuff as always, isn't it? I've done a little digging, and these guys don't have Ultron but they sure as heck have plenty of danger, Mr. Stark." He'd pause for a moment, sounding far more sure of himself than he had a few moments ago. "I get that I'm not exactly the oldest hero, and I don't know the most. But if there's one thing I've learned? It's that I'm not going to just sit by when there are people to help. I know I said I'm not an Avenger, and frankly I don't think I should be one..." He'd smirk, well there's a bit of a caveat to that little statement in this case. "Not all the time, somebody has to look out for the little guys. But ya know, if there's nobody left to look after then what's the point? So if the offer's still open, then yeah I wanna be an Avenger, in that we both already know I won't sit out whatever big crisis comes our way next anyways. I won't, no shouldn't. Stop dealing with "The small stuff", but I'm not willing to just try and keep my head down when the earth's being torn apart next time either." With that, he'd take a deep breath in and look for a seat, sitting down at the bar and seeing what he thinks is a passed out bartender? "Anyway, when it comes to playing by the rules and keeping safe... I'll do my best sir, but I can't make any promises when lives are on the line."

Tony goes to speak, but pauses with his mouth ajar. He closes his mouth and purses his lips as he thinks of something to respond with. He was stumped. "Kid, uh, was that the best you got? I'm almost disappointed. Wanna try that one again?" He gives a cheeky smile before turning his attention back to Spidey. There was something new in his voice, aside from the typical overly nerdy fare, his will was very clear. "They grow up so fast..." Tony speaks under his breath without realizing it, and quickly scratches the back of his head in embarrassment. "Ahem, right. If you think you're up for it then..." He forms a fist with his right hand and raises his arm up. He brings it down and taps Spidey on his right shoulder, and then he does the same for his left. "Boom. You're an Avenger now." He sits back with a grin. "I've actually got something for you back at my place. A rainy day fund, so to speak. Anyways, tell me more about this Shadow rabbit scientist. He sounds like a treat."

Phew, the boy would breathe a sigh of relief upon hearing that. The idea of what he's planning to do or not, he's still new to this whole "Giving speeches" thing. "Right... I won't let you down when the time comes." There's a quiet determination behind those words, nothing like the usual mouthing off. That done, however, he'd clap his hands and nod. "As for our new friend? He was all kinds of a treat, to say the least, from what I could gather he's got others types of these things... And something about parasites too? There was this other guy, talking to the scientist. Mentioned something about a Hookworm, wanted to bait me into something, or just resorted to snark when confronted by science talk he couldn't understand?" Spidey would rub the back of his head at that, Quin didn't seem dumb by any means, but maybe not the science type? "Anyway I'm getting off track, the important thing here is that apparently, he's making weapons. I don't know the details on these parasites, but he said they're made by fusing these Shadow things together. And something like that with the animals too, training them to get the desired result than a... Metamorphosis of some kind, shockingly he wasn't too keen on sharing designs for these things. But I got enough to pretty safe bet he's up to no good... The name was Kalib, but the people around acted like he was some kinda copy of someone else or something, might be a clone?" And what's this about a rainy day anyways... Wait, that suit. He'd be the first to say that fancy gear isn't what makes a hero, but damn if it doesn't help sometimes. "And the guy with the parasite, "Kalib" called him Quin. Also had some kinda thing called a Persona, took the form of tree roots. Weird powers indeed."

Tony takes a moment to process the kid's words. He turns back to the counter and rests his chin his hands. "Shadows should be the opposite to a Persona if my research has gotten me anywhere. So it's safe to say that regardless of his goals, he's clearly playing with dangerous elements. The idea of turning a force like that into anything resembling an animal or a parasite is certainly strange." He pauses for a moment as an image of Kalib forms in his mind. "So this Kalib guy that you met. He was seen as a copy or another version? That would make sense, considering I've met Kalib myself. He was dorky, kind, and had a ton of good friends. He's one of the guys in charge of the GYM. Who would've thought he'd been hiding something like that. No... saying he was hiding it is presumptuous at best." He finally turns back to Spidey with a shrug. "Personas seem to come in all sorts of shapes and sizes. But they share one similarity. They're typically some being with notoriety in either myth or fact...perhaps even fiction. So that tree could've been any number of things. But just knowing that is enough if he turns out to be an enemy. Did he say what his goal was? I have a bit of a bone to pick with arms dealers."

His goal... Yeah, utter madness to say the least. But he said it. "He said, well he said he wanted to make a world free of the grasp of gods. Kill gods so they can't enforce their will on mankind or something, seemed like a bunch of madness to me, and if not for the magical bioweapons I'd have ignored it honestly." As for the second Kalib, well there's not much to be done about that... For now, though, he's getting freaking tired, even more so after running around all this time. "And uh question, do Avengers have rooms or something? Because I'll be honest Mr. Stark I haven't slept since waking up in this city."

His brow furrows slightly as he hears the master plan. "His goal and his means of attaining his goal aren't the scary parts, kid. It's that audacity. I wouldn't peg him as insane either, wrathful at best. But he sounds like someone with nothing left to lose... and those people, hero or villain, are the most terrifying." He swallows hard before saying anymore. He slips off the seat he's in and taps Spidey on the shoulder. "Yeah. Let's go kid. You get the guest bedroom, it should keep you happy for now. It's a bit more spacey than New York, so sorry for the lack of familiarity." With that he heads out the door and into the night.