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[Unlike usual, Cross isn't making the slightest bit of effort at hiding himself. Anyone around might even say he's making a scene, what with the way he's kicking at every little piece of litter (or bot, for that matter) in his path. The sling around his right arm and the various cuts and bruises on his face, along with his cracked mask and burned out coat, should give some clue as to why --]
[-- although really, it's just because the stupid bartender robot wouldn't let him take the bottle with him. Piece of junk.]
[Notably, the holster where he usually keeps Judgment is empty. But anyone who thinks he's defenseless? He thinks you should just try him.]
((OOC: Anyone for a pissed off, slightly drunk, injured General? Oh, NOAH~~~ Come and get it!))