[A bald female monk walks into a bar. It's cold here, but there's a gust of cold air behind Yuri that lets her know she's definately happier to be inside. There's a half dozen card games and drinking games going on in the various tables in this joint and a fair number of people who seem to not give a shit about games and just want to get wasted.] [The bartender is a tall bearded man currently distributing vodka. Russian seems the most common language, but there are a few other alternatives floating around.] [There actually aren't any other women in sight at the moment, and so eyes are slowly turning to Yuri.] [Start!] * Yuri is wearing a brown jacket over a pink and black top and some slightly frayed jeans. She looks around to gauge her position and... uh, to take in the looks of the men that seem to be, ah, disturbed by her presence. * Yuri half-zips up the jacket that she was wearing loose and walks in slowly, towards the bar. * A fairly scraggly looking guy rises from the nearest table and takes a few steps closer to Yuri, looking her over fairly lewdly. A few laugh, many don't seem to care. * Yuri turns towards the guy and replies dryly, in what is no doubt a far-off accent of russian to him, after a second with * Bartender glances over as he tends to another patron. * Scraggly thin guy takes another step closer. * Yuri looks up at him. Her golden eyes glint as she says this. * Guy laughs at that and looks back to his table. A few of the people at the table laugh, but one or two start making cut it out gestures and look freaked by Yuri's eyes. * Guy does not back up. [There are a good number of exposed weapons in the bar, although this gentleman seems to have nothing more than a knife on his person.] * Yuri frowns at him and says, still looking right at him without flinching, ::he takes a step closer:: * Bartender keeps a hand under the bar as he keeps serving his reputable clientel. * Yuri stands her ground and looks at the guy. [At one of the card tables there's a fair amount of glances in your direction and some chatter in a local dilect that seems to involve wagers.] * Guy reaches out to grab Yuri's shoulder. * Yuri moves slightly to avoid his grab, grabs his arm back tightly and says, * Yuri twists his arm while stepping betwen his legs, (attempting to) cause him to fall to the ground on his knees, with his arm behind his back. * Scraggly guy looks up to his table of buddies. His buddies seem to find a sudden interest in their beers. [Switch back to main log.]