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Broomhandle45
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It was certainly a different Turuga when Mei of all people could walk into some of the roughest parts of Blue and be perfectly okay was something interesting, especially since most of those people who were eyeballing the street corners were technically under her command. Dujae and Sejae had quite a recruitment drive, and there were probably some of the roughest people you'd ever see in some official DC uniforms. It was probably only through the fact that Komoku, Dujae and Sejae had such a serious reputation that it worked.
But either way, the streets were somewhat cleaner than they used to be, and that was something worthwhile as Mei made her way down to the Iron Wok, notable by it's giant, obnoxious neon green sign and a quick, slightly busy crowd for them to cycle through. The interior was slightly grimy from age, but everything looked about as clean as it could be. The sort of people that frequented this place were obviously regulars, considering Mei stuck out like a sore thumb. One man was even more of an oddity, if only for the state of his dress than anything else. He was handsome, in a fierce, familiar sense. His shoulders had a jacket draped over them, his chest bare and showing a multitude of scars from his face down. His expression was thoughtful, almost worrisome as he spoke with the woman on the other side of the bar known to Komoku as 'Auntie Roku'.
But either way, the streets were somewhat cleaner than they used to be, and that was something worthwhile as Mei made her way down to the Iron Wok, notable by it's giant, obnoxious neon green sign and a quick, slightly busy crowd for them to cycle through. The interior was slightly grimy from age, but everything looked about as clean as it could be. The sort of people that frequented this place were obviously regulars, considering Mei stuck out like a sore thumb. One man was even more of an oddity, if only for the state of his dress than anything else. He was handsome, in a fierce, familiar sense. His shoulders had a jacket draped over them, his chest bare and showing a multitude of scars from his face down. His expression was thoughtful, almost worrisome as he spoke with the woman on the other side of the bar known to Komoku as 'Auntie Roku'.