Hey who the hell is this guy? (Open & Closed)

[quizpersona]

Who: A man who isn't going by "Gogol" right now
Where: Aldrip (now with better accuracy!) The Inn, an abandoned house at the edges of town, at a diner.
What: The assorted shenanigans related to a certain local murder clown who has faked his own perma-death to assume a different identity. There will be various toplevels in the comments. This is "closed-ish" because it's not 100% closed but there's a lot of ooc plotting and scheming going on so please come join in on the plotting scheming instead of blitzing in with a "hey you guys that's obviously Gogol" when other people are investigating.

Getting short-lived CR with the nice, helpful, and well-mannered salaryman is 100% open though because frankly that's funny.

Edit: now including a top level for his sentencing failure.

Warnings: Kidnapping, nsfw dialogue, law advice for the dubious, torture (includes finger trauma).

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[quizpersona]

[ Uh oh. ]

[ Well he only brings attention to himself if he gets up to leave immediately. Then again the whole bar, her included, will be somewhat distracted with the way she's ordered just about over half of the stock in one go? Not having the Overcoat means he should be proactive about an escape from the situation. ]

[ What his mistake is, is not that he says anything. It's that he lifts his head to stare at Dara just a little too long as he mulls over the options. Somewhere in there he pushes his glasses back up his nose too, as if those are even real, and he's even a real pencil pusher type that needs those adjusted to think properly. ]

[cursegod]

[Extra unfortunate that the most immediate open seat is right beside the salaryman's space. As for his obvious staring, Dara returns the gaze in kind with a slight narrowing of her eyes-- right before plopping herself down onto the chair. This "sampling" process will take awhile, so she may as well rest for a bit.]

Y'know, it's rude to stare.

[She's slowly gotten used to people eyeing the slits in her cheeks when moving among the masses in disguise. She really should just buy a mask to cover her mouth. Seriously, she wouldn't be in the bar at all if it weren't for the massive amount of favors she owes Seimei... (But also imagine if she finds a bottle he likes, hehehee~!)]

Instead of gawking, you should finish what you started. [His drink, she means.]

[quizpersona]

[ There's a clearing of the throat and the straightening of a tie. That Salaryman doesn't exactly look comfortable with Dara grabbing the seat right next to him. Eventually he finds the meek voice again to offer up a sincere enough head bow in apology. ]

...Sorry for staring. For a moment there you reminded me of my late wife.

[ Seems he's committing to catfishing as the heterosexual salaryman with the dead wife. Without offering much else he turns back to his drink and takes a sip. The faster the drink finishes off at a convincing pace the faster he can leave without drawing notice. ]

[cursegod]

...Pfft--AHAHAhahahaaa! [Dara has to cover her mouth with her hand as she fails to hold back her laughter...which ends up sounding more like a cackle. Sharp teeth are still evident as her mouth stretches a little too wide. The glances from around them seem concerned.]

Wow, that's practically an insult to your wife's spirit! [Because, dang bro, she doesn't exactly see herself as good-looking even while disregarding the more monstrous features! Unless he means her tits, that's fair game.] Watch out, you may become cursed.

[She stifles another snicker as the bartender returns with a tray covered with small sake cups. The poor civilian looks between her and the salaryman, looking vaguely hopeful that they're actually together so that Dara isn't drinking this amount all on her own. Meanwhile, she does not look perturbed by the amount of alcohol that is presented.]

[quizpersona]

[ ... ]

[ Yeah ok he downs the rest of his drink. Doesn't even pull a face afterwards. ]

I hope that you find a sake that is to your tastes. Now, if you'll excuse me.

[ But this salary man is not waiting around to get excused. Not wanting to risk discovery even further he takes out what's due in coins from his pocket and leaves it on the counter. With luck, Dara will think it was her talk of curses that drove such a meek little salary man away. That being said he's taking his tactical retreat very calmly. ]