tampered | Log; Complete

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When; Nov 15, night
Rating; PG? PG-13?
Characters; Sanji [

gunofdis], Kurogane [

black_ginryuu]
Summary; So, how do you forget an annoying curse? Grab a friend and get drunk, of course.
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Sanji stopped outside of the blazing neon of Club Automatica, squinting through a cloud of cigarette smoke. Good, he thought, he'd found the place at last. It sure took a while to get to the most popular bar in the City - though, granted, he was not going to admit that he'd gotten lost on the way.

The blond strolled through the doors, scanning the crowd for his silver-haired companion. Not finding him, Sanji took a seat at the bar where he could see the door and out the front windows. He didn't think it'd take Cobray long to get there. After all, the guy had some weird futuristic science helping him. Sanji wouldn't have been surprised if Cobray just teleported right in.

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Cobray, feeling alot better after the herbal tea from today, once again was sneaking around. He looked up to the ceiling and said, "Astranagun, locate Sanji. Once locked on, create a hole 2 feet away from him."

After a couple minutes, a demonic symbol quickly flashed in front of him and Cobray stepped through it. Inside the bar, the symbol flashed and Cobray stepped out, to the surprise of most people around him. An easy two feet to the left, Sanji was sitting. Cobray promptly stole a seat beside him.

"Hey," Cobray said non-chalantly.

All right, Sanji admitted, he was a little surprised. He just didn't expect his suspicions to be true.

"Hey," Sanji greeted, putting out his cigarette with the nearest ashtray. He then hailed the bartender: "Hey, pops! Some rum, would ya?" The beverage came sliding down towards him without losing a drop, and Sanji caught it deftly before it fell off the counter. He took a good swig, then turned to Cobray.

"So, how're you doing?"

"Well, I am fairing okay. I was deathly sick this morning, but thanks to my sensei, I'm alot better."

Cobray looked around. He never had actually been to a bar before, but he caught on quick, but not quick enough. Cobray waved his hand to catch the barkeeps attention.

"Proprietor of this drinking establishment, can you give me the drink with what would be the highest alchohol content? I would appreciate it."

The bartender gave him an odd stare and threw him an almost clearish liquid. Cobray grabbed it, stared at it, and drank it all in one gulp. His face turned beet red and he gasped for breath.

"So, how is Luffi? I haven't heard much from him lately," Cobray asked Sanji.

Sanji saw his friend tackle the drink in one gulp, and the chef froze for a moment in shock. "Whoa, hey, you all right?" But when Cobray didn't vomit immediately, he answered, "Luffy's the same. We had him stay inside for about a week after Halloween because he was too big to fit through the door - he had too much candy - but now he's back to normal."

The pirate took another gulp of his rum. "So you were sick, huh? Flu, or what? If you want, I can recommend some foods that'll help with it."

Cobray normally would have kept his lips sealed about this but he was already drunk, his alien genes not accustomed to alchohol.

"It was an internal problem. The shinigami in this city were not appreciating what my mech was doing, so I ended up taking the burden upon myself. This drained me of energy. On top of that, I had a horrible dream, keeping me awake all night. Do you have anything that can be....extremely energizing? I would really appreciate it," Cobray explained.

The space bender reached into his pocket and pulled out a 2 foot metal stick. His eyes gleamed in delight as he passed it back and forth between his hands.

Sanji downed the rest of his drink, then hailed the bartender for another one. He caught it less skillfully, letting a little slosh over onto the table.

"Hmm... An energizing food? Well, uh, any sort of grain gives you energy. Think pasta. If you want something quicker, try sweets - sugar gets you pretty animated, but it's really unhealthy for you. Anything caffeinated, like coffee, will get the job done, too." Sanji took a swig of his rum.

"And what are Shinigami?" He had to admit, he was still pretty clueless about the majority of the City's citizens. "And uh, what's that?" He pointed to the metal stick in Cobray's hands.

"I happen to have a copy of a cookbook by an old friend. His recipies were renowned throughout the galaxy. If I gave you a copy of this book, would you cook a meal for me someday?" Cobray asked inquisitively.

Cobray turned his eyes down and continued. "Shinigami are death gods. They have swords which do the most interesting things. Sadly I have not seen this, but they are very possesive of their own weapons. Possesive to the point of fighting. But speaking of swords.."

Cobray held the metal stick straight up. A blade formed itself and shot upwards. Lightning ran across the blade as the machine cells created energy to replicate themselves. It instantly formed the shape of a katana. Cobray continued to stare at it with glee.

Sanji stared slack-jawed at the "unsheathed" sword - that certainly was not what he'd been expecting. After a moment of gaping, he remembered to shut his mouth and drink his rum. "I haven't seen anything like that, ever," he said after downing his second mug, "except in my world when that panda-faced idiot's sword turned into an elephant. It was so fucked up."

Soon, Sanji's third rum flew into his hands. "Heh, those shinigami sound interesting. I'll have to meet one someday. But yeah, I know what they mean - possessive to the point of fighting. Luffy's like that with his hat. It's really messed up, but yeah, makes sense. As for the cookbook..." He chugged some of his beverage. "Yeahhhh, sure! I cook fer anybody."

Cobray laughed a little while fooling around with the blade. It was obvious that when he was drunk, swords became extremely fascinating.

"Ohh. I just got the perfect idea to improve your fighting style to beyond perfection. I'd just need to miniturize the parts, but it would be actually interesting. Maybe take you a few days to get used to it. And all the non-fighting uses for it too. Hmmm..," Cobray faded out into his own thoughts.

"Hey, hey! Watch where you wave that thing!" Sanji cried out as the sword passed dangerously close to his face. "You're gonna take off my nose or somethin'..." He began to hiccup then. "Shit. Ehhh..." He swallowed the rest of his drink in the hopes that it'd make them go away.

"So," Sanji said afterwards, "you gonna tell me about this idea, or what?"

"Well, where I come from, there are these mobile suits called Doms. To move around while on earth, they glide above the ground. I was thinking of making a pair of shoes, that instead of walking, you glided. And then maybe....hmmm...vectored thrust on the heels. A devastating triple kick. This may be a break through. I like it!" Cobray said excitedly.

He took his sword and jerked it to his left. It grew to an immense 6 foot long broadsword,the hilt over 2 feet long. He wildly waved it around in the air, wobbling wildly as Cobray's drunk hands struggled to keep it's grip.

...And it nearly sliced off Kurogane's nose in the process. He had never seen anyone over the age of five ever use a sword so badly, and he had seen quite a few children younger than that do better.

"Oi, watch it!" he grumbled, hand immediately dropping to loosen the katana in it's sheath where it hung from his belt. There was no way he was going out without it these days. Fucking crazy vampires and angels and shit, not to mention the giant teddy bears, made for some good fights when one was prepared for them.

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"Gliding? Vectored thrusts? Triple kick? Man, I like it too! And hey - hey, could you maybe use the vector things while gliding - maybe you could fly?" Sanji's excitement was mounting too, and his drunkenness wasn't helping. "You gotta make these, Cobray! I'll pay you back, with food or whatever. This sounds like it'd kick serious ass!"

When Cobray's sword changed shape again, Sanji clapped, wholly entertained - even when Kurogane entered and nearly drew his own sword. "Hey, it's the spikey-haired guy!" the blond shouted cheerily, waving. "Oi, spikey-hair, over here!"

"Tsk! I was easily 5 feet away from you sir, if I say so for myself. Though as drunk as I am, it is tough enough to speak at all," Cobray replied to teh complaint.

Cobray turned to Sanji and said, "Flying? Easily! It'll just take me a few days to make though. I will scavange parts from Astranagun. He'll just regenerate them anyways."

"Try speaking properly then and put the goddamn sword down," he growled, releasing his sword when he spotted the man he had been sympathizing with online. However, his eyes didn't leave the blade, having heard one too many "crazy drunk guy who turns out to be a martial arts master in disguise" stories.

"And the name's Kurogane," he replied, almost as an afterthought as he dropped onto one of the flimsy metal barstools and flicked an impatient finger at the bartender. He hated arriving when the drinking had already started, and he had forgotten how loud the music was here.

Grinning, Sanji raised his empty third mug in greeting at Kurogane. "Yo! I'm Sanji, and this dude is Cobray. Pleased t'meet ya, Kurogane!"

He turned back to the silver-haired drunkard, who was still busy dueling imaginary foes with his crazy sword. "A few days then! Jus' let me know when you have it done, all right?" He made as if to drink more alcohol, but finding none, he thrust the mug in the bartender's direction. "Oi, more rum!"

"Kurogane!? Are you serious? That names brings back old memories. Well, you've earned my respect already, sir. I will cover your tab today," Cobray said. Cobray shook his hand, and the blade vanished into thin air, leaving only a small metal pole where the hilt was. He sat back down motioned at the bartender.

"Proprietor of this drinking establishment, please place the bill of these two gentleman upon my tab."

Grunting in a rather Neanderthal expression of thanks, Kurogane expertly shot back his first gulp of gut-burning alcohol on the crazy drunken guy. In his opinion, if you didn't know better than to guard your wallet then it was your own fault if it got emptied.

Sanji's curly eyebrows shot up in to his forehead. "Hey, you sure about that, Cobray? You got enough money for that?" He took a swig of his drink. "Ya know, since I suggested the whole thing, shouldn't I pay for some of it? You're making me those cool shoe-things, too."

"Money? Money isn't an issue. I could probably buy this whole bar. When you've saved the multi-verse many times over, money isn't a problem anymore. Trust me, I've got enough Universal Credits to cover your drinks," Cobray explained.

"So, Kurogane, what exactly do you use your sword for? Is it anything like the shinigami?" Cobray leaned forward, hoping to hear any type of answer that would help his research.

Kurogane rested a protective hand on his sword and looked at the silver-haired man properly for the first time since he arrived. Odd costume, but most people looked odd around here by his standards; he had long ago become immune to shock at such things.

"I'm only a god of death to people who wish to test my sword," he replied, smirking into his drink. If only he had had the opportunity of a good solid fight recently. "But they have the same style of blade, if that's what you mean."

Of course, his didn't turn into a giant cat willing to scratch your face off at a moment's notice, so perhaps their swords weren't so similar after all.

"You know who you should meet, Kurogane? This marimo-head I know, name's Zoro, he's pretty decent... ya know, for a swordsman," Sanji piped up in between swigs of rum. "He's not in the City right now, though, so can't do that." The chef grinned cheekily. "But I'm sure he would kick your ass if you ever sparred."

"I doubt it," Kurogane replied automatically, taking another swill of his unnamed and mysteriously green liquid. Nevertheless, his hopes had been raised for a moment there. If only there were more proper swordsmen in this goddamn city. Casting a sideways glance at his drinking partner for the evening, the ninja nodded in his direction: "What about you?"

Sanji shook his head. "Nah, I'm not the sword type. I fight with my feet--half a martial artist, you could say. Goin' to get so much better though once Cobray makes me a new weapon." The chef eyed Kurogane's katana. "Still think Zoro'd win. He carries not one but three katana, see." He held up three fingers. "He's an expert at fightin' with all of them at once. Think ya could beat that?"

"Three, hunh?" Kurogane mused, not quite figuring out how one could hold three katana at once. Unless, of course, he had three arms. Kurogane had seen odder in this place.

"I'd still probably win," he replied dismissively, though his eyes flashed at the thought of such a challenge. If only.

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