::::The doorway to the bar swings open as the clack of hard soled leather shoes can be heard just outside of the bar's front door. As had happened many months before in King's bar, the tall form of a man in very dated, unusual clothing, steped through the door, and into the popular bar's enterenceway. Still adorned as before in frock coat, crevatte, ornate vest, spats, and trousers, he glided to the barstools in a very orderly fashion and took a seat upon the one most nearest to him. Letting the silver handled cane that always seemed to be accompaning him rest against the side of his barstool, Hezekiah Gisbon, the second Duke of Milcote, paused a moment, taking in the atmosphere. The music that played out of those new age "phonographs", (aka. the c.d. player), seemed to cause a furrowing of the jet black brows that framed his face. Suddenly, his eye caught hold of the resident bartender, King. Standing up from his barstool, the duke's face would show some bit of what one may almost call a grin, as his baratone voice bemused in a crisp manor.:::: Ah, Miss Bartender. Good afternoon. A sherry and a bowl of soup would be in order for tonight, if you would be so kind.
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Have you seen,Jared?
Im a good friend of him,Im Fukutowa Machimada.
Call me,If Jared is ok.
-Disappears in smoke,completly
they realy need a womans touch to it
im for real bing back the 94 crew