Wandering through the depths of Bluestone, they approach streets and buildings completely run-down and covered in graffiti. It's quiet, something must've happened here. Breaking the now deafening silence, the soft buzzing of a neon sign is heard in the distance. It's pretty plain, the sign only reads "TAVERN" in a blinding red. Luke shrugs they open the double-doors. They sit down before a bartender walks over to greet them. Jace asks for a water as it's his first time in a bar setting. For Luke? Water...with mint. The bartender rolls their eyes before returning with their boring cocktails. A man walks over and asks the two gentlemen why they decided to stroll into their humble establishment. Luke asks if they know where the chromatic creatures terrorizing the town are. Immediately, the two are meant with silence. The man glances down at Jace's arm as his expression turns blank.

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"Are you with them?" He asks. Several members of the surrounding tables stand up, knuckles crack and knives are drawn out. One of the folks instinctively swings their axe at Jace due to the metal attracting their eye. Jace's reflexes quickly activate to block the blade using the suspicious arm in question. Everyone gasps, the loud thunks of a few wooden handles could be heard colliding with the floor. Luke inhales sharply and tugs on Jace's sleeve for him to not make a scene since they truly wish no harm. The one attacking Jace doesn't let up however, only attempting to drive their weapon past this tin can of a hand. Jace feels the added weight being used to inch closer to his neck, his hand slowly lowering due to the pressure. Just like before, the green light in Jace's arm fades into red as it begins to heat up. The person is confused for a second before flames begin to swallow their axe's blade. They yell before dropping the axe altogether and stepping away from the erupting fire. It fizzles out as it returns into Jace's arm, changing his shoulder's light back to green.

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Jace shakes his head and explains to the bartender that him and Luke are only here in search of a place to live since they no longer have one. The robotic arm he has was a creation/gift from his father, nothing like the bizarre technology the androids are made of. There's another period of silence, but it isn't for rising tensions, it's for a general sense of guilt. The man apologizes to the two and introduces himself as the owner of the tavern. He tells them about a small living complex within one of the alleyways right outside of the tavern. There's a few rooms left if him and Luke were interested. They agree.

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The two are greeted to a small, white-brick room with two mattresses held up by poorly-built metal bedframes. The owner reminds the two that any and all necessities are within the tavern and are available for them at all times. They reply with a thank you, although Luke's tone seemed to come across more melancholic. Jace throws off his jacket and places the collar on an edge on the bedframe. He crashes his body into the bed, bouncing a few times due to the obnoxious amount of springs within the mattress. Luke sits down on the spring-loaded mattress and grumbles to himself. This is home, but is it a sweet home?