Your OC walks into a tavern... (OPEN RP GAME)

Aarix (ooc: sure!)

Yuma is snapped out of his trance. He's cycled through quite a bit of different phases this evening- sugar rush from juice. excited to pet Fluer, talkative and chatty, and now he's just tired and distracted. But Dain's, um... destructive entrance shakes him out of his thoughts. "Star system? What does that mean?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. "If it help, I um... I don't think anybody knows where we are...?" he adds, trying to help. He's supposed to be dream-diving now, but he's not. He's getting tired... it's already pretty late.

Katthekit Aarix

Marcus walks into the tavern.

As he walked in he noticed a few strange characters... Most of them looked like like children... And ONE of them was that forest creature he met a while back.. Possibly fantasy fairy magic, he'll have to avoid that one. He just really needed a beer and this was the closest tavern his ship marked on its radar. There wouldn't be another planet for a while. He looks over at the two possible men and adults. One had a bounty on his head and the other, some kind of wizard he presumed. Marcus squints at the wanted man and walks over to him, wraps his arms around his shoulders, "You're a long way from home budd" Smirks at him and slaps his chest hard. Marcus then makes his way to the bar to sit next to the mage and order some needed sustenance! Keeping his eye on marked man.

Blair startles a little at the commotion, and he summons a fistful of flames on impulse, which quickly fizzle out when it turns out Dain doesn’t seem to be there to murder him specifically. The question nearly makes sense to him, but not quite. His ears metaphorically perk up a little at the word “pay”, but… He looks over at the scar-riddled stranger. Yeah, no, he was gonna sit that one out, thank you very much.

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"Oh," Dain manages. Yuma's explanation is of absolutely no help at all, though, with any luck, it'd mean his pursuers didn't know where he was either...

Marclyn

...Dain's eyes widen in horror as he feels a strong arm suddenly around his shoulders, then winces as Marcus slaps him heartily on the chest hard enough to just about wind him. He's actually so takenaback that he's stunned into silence for a moment.

Meanwhile, Blair looks over the bearded newcomer. Finally, a regular bloke. Or, at least, he hoped as much. What with how insane this place was turning out to be so far, he was already suspicious.

"Gotta say, this place isn't exactly what I expected," he mutters, half to the man who's pulled up a chair next to him. He tilts his head a little in his direction, and eyes him, "You don't seem too bothered. D'you deal with this kind of... gathering on a regular basis?"

Aarix

Marcus wraps his arms around Blair and pulls him in closer, with no sense of personal space. "Not a bit, been to many planets, seen many faces. I do avoid the fairy fantasy ones. Their the most unpredictable and dangerous. But my god! It is good to see another fella here!" roughing Blair around; reaching over to squeeze his biceps. "Looks like you've got some magic up your sleeves too. Ha! Marcus then nods his head at Dain, and quietly says to Blair, "You think we can take that? He's got something the galaxy wants." Smirking at the mage.

Marclyn
Blair bristles visibly at the intrusion of his personal space, but given how scrawny he is in comparison, he’s essentially helpless to stop it.

“Uh—yeah.”

His fingers curl in annoyance at the ruffling, and he makes some attempt to un-ruffle himself as soon as Marcus has unhanded him enough to do so. He tries his best not to think about how jealous he is of Marcus’s ability to grow a decent beard.

The galaxy? Blair glances away, and sucks his teeth in a moment of contemplation. What, was this guy some kind of… celestial bounty hunter? Well, Dain definitely had the look about him of something hunted, that was for sure… Blair couldn’t believe he was even having this conversation. Maybe this was a fever-dream, or some really weird trip. Sure, why not, let's go with that.

“Ohhh, mate, I dunno,” Blair murmurs, “Now, don't get me wrong, I'm one of the best mages this side of the Rift, but he seems pretty risky. Just busted in here with glowin’ wings an’ claws and stuff. I’d have to get some pretty handsome material compensation for somethin’ that risky, y’know?” He raises his eyebrows a little, with no small touch of slyness himself. Granted, he's not sure if either of them are actually serious, but at this point he can still redeem himself by laughing it off, and... what has he even got to lose?

Meanwhile, Dain takes a seat at a distant table and tries his best to pretend his enhanced hearing hasn't allowed him to hear this entire conversation. He’s casing the place for exits as surreptitiously as he can, though with a dawning horror, realises that there might not be any if this place is some kind of… dimensional bubble, or… something. None of his instruments are giving him any useful readings, either… He’s essentially resigned himself to just hoping this isn’t actually going to get ugly.

Aarix

Marcus chuckles, "We'll be rewarded when we bring it in to the ones that seek it. But you're right, he looks extremely powerful. I am just a man afterall, I am no match for that. I'll take your advice, you are indeed a mage after all. Your intellectual mind is way beyond mines. Perhaps we can befriend it and capture it when it has gained our trust. Then we shall turn it in. Hahah." Marcus quietly chuckling. He roughly squeezes the back of Blair's neck once then pats his back as he got up, as if Blair had already agreed to the terms or plan. Marcus takes two pint of beers he ordered with him.

pixelcloud Katthekit hunnitea He walks past the dreamcatcher and ruggedly messes up his hair, "Take it easy boy", then past the retired knight, which he paid a good respectful distant to, and then duo haired girl, winking at her as he passes.

A confident Marcus seats himself next to Dain. Slides one pint of the beer to him. "You're a strange looking fella. Worried? These children frighten you? Don't worry budd, I can protect you from these little monsters." Gives Dain a charismatic smile. "Me and my pal over there would like to join you." Nods over at Blair. "Hope you don't mind. I just want to get to know you better, since I've never seen anything like you before." Marcus enjoying himself next to Dain, unaware their earlier conversation was already heard.

Marclyn 

"R--" Blair crumples just a little under Marcus's grip, "--Right."

He doesn't even know this guy's name, and here he was, already licking his damn boots. He glares into his beer for a moment as Marcus rises to his feet.
Sure. This is on-brand, at least, isn't it? Suck up to some big alpha and hope he'll fling you some scraps when he's done. That's what gutter dogs like himself did best, right? Blair downs about half the rest of his drink in startling time before he moves to follow Marcus, deciding he'd need the courage.

Dain, like any reasonable person with a galactic-level bounty on their head, automatically assumes the drink's been spiked. Nevertheless, he raises his eyebrows in surprise as Marcus slides him a pint.

"For me?" Dain tries to smile, "That's... nice of you. Thanks."

Ugh. He's annoyed at himself for finding Marcus as attractive as he does. That alone would be enough to make him want to flee from here, let alone knowing what he was plotting.

"Um," he glances at Blair, and then back to Marcus, and gives a nervous chuckle, "well... I don't see the harm." Yes he did. Lots, and lots, and lots of harm. But, if keeping up the ruse meant avoiding any actual violence for a while, it seemed like his only good bet.

He scoots his chair over so at least his back wasn't against a wall, and gestures to the two across the table.
"Come on, then." he gives his best attempt at a friendly smile, and waves Blair over too. If his heart still worked like it did when he was human, it'd be beating a million miles an hour. "I promise I'm nothing that special, really."

Following Marcus' lead, Blair casually takes a seat at Dain's table, and offers Dain a friendly nod, and his best smile. It's more used-car-salesmany than Marcus's shtick, but it'll do. He looks to him, and feeling even more scummy than usual, if that's even possible.

Mosswater and Mossflame walk into a tavern.

More specifically, it was Mosswater who was controlling their body as they walked in. Her fur was wet, as if she'd just went and washed something off of her. She found this Twoleg den stranger than others, or maybe this was what all of them looked like inside, as she hadn't been in another one. She wandered around a moment, avoiding all of the Twolegs around, and jumps up on one of the bar's seats. She looks at the Twolegs drinking strange liquids, and meows to herself that some fresh water would be good right about now. The Twoleg behind the bar fetches her a bowl of water, and Mosswater looks surprised that this Twoleg could understand her. Could the others understand her too? She didn't want to find out. She started to drink her water and silently hoped to herself that the Twoleg scent wouldn't rub off of her and that her Clanmates wouldn't know where she'd been.

hunnitea (ooc: just to let you know their face isn't actually split down the middle, their ear and tail fur and eye colors change based on who is controlling, the left is Mosswater and the right is Mossflame! sorry I know that's confusing,,)

Mosswater tensed up at Skunk's touch, as she muttered "Oh, rat dung..." Just then, the normally gray tail and ears changed to orange, and the brown eyes went to blue. Just like that, Mossflame was in control, and she swatted her paw at Skunk and hissed, "Do I LOOK like one of those soft kittypets to you?!"

Marclyn 

Yuma frowns as his hair is ruffled roughly. Take it easy? Easy on what? He watches the man's movements. Children? He was 16. He counted as a teenager. And as a deity he deserved being referred to as his proper age. Of course he was thinking this all in his head.

BugInTheWater hunnitea Marcus still keeping a watchful eye and ear on the rest of the colorful cast in this tavern. Marcus glances over as Mossfire hissed and pawed at Skunk. He shouts at their direction, "Little Missy, room for 1 more, promise we won't hiss and paw at you." Teasing her as he noticed her slight agitation with his presence. Marcus always took great joy and pride when people showed their distaste for him.

Aarix He then turns his attention back to Dain but slightly looks at Blair and smirks, "see what I mean? Dangerous and unpredictable. Ha!" He then gives Dain his full attention again. "These little monsters am I right? Now that Iv got a closer look at you. You may not need protection after all." Marcus reaches over and slaps Dain's biceps, then slightly clutches, getting a good feel of the material. "Nothing special? This thing you've got here, what is it-? Marcus stops himself and notices Dain hasn't taken a sip of the beer he had ordered for him. "You need to finish that, because you need to catch up to us." Marcus waves to the bartender for more rounds. "These boys are thirsty, lets keep it coming!"

(Darn I missed so much)

Fluer had noticed the man who had threatened him once, but payed no mind. Forgive and forget, right?

With a sigh, he orders another milkshake. It would pile up on his bill, but he didn't mind. The milkshake slid over to him, but he wasn't too eager to drink it this time.

Maybe he was scared of a certain someone? Maybe he didn't really forget like he thought.

Marclyn

Aarix

hunnitea

BugInTheWater

pixelcloud

Marclyn

BugInTheWater

hunnitea

Blair can’t help but notice the… talking cat? He supposes this isn’t the first time he’s encountered a speaking animal.

As long as it doesn’t try to give me some quest or whatever, Blair thinks.

Blair snickers at Marcus’s teasing of Skunk, and raises his glass at her.

“Yeah, normally I save the pawing for later,” he mutters, smirking and elbowing Marcus, gleeful to have an accomplice in his usual male chauvinism.

(ooc: yeah not only is blair beta as hell he’s also a huge jerk sorry everyone)

Dain cringes again at Marcus’s flagrant disregard for personal space and, apparently, human decency. Human, or whatever he is.

He attempts to laugh it off, as he folds his arms on the table in front of him.

“Thing? You mean my cybernetics?" he splays his fingers against the wood, showing them off, "These aren't that fancy are they?" He really isn't sure how far playing dumb's going to get him, but if this guy has to ask, then that means he doesn't know of Dain's abilities.... or maybe it's all a ruse. A ruse on top of a ruse. Dain can't afford to get this wrong. 

"You'll have to forgive me, it's... been a while since I've gotten out, I'm still getting my bearings."

He eyes his drink again. What’s the worst thing that can happen? Even if it has been tampered with, it’d have to be a very specific nerve agent to truly pose him any danger… then again, what did he owe this guy?...

By this point, Blair’s well and truly caught onto his discomfort, too.

He knocks back the remainder of his beer in champion’s time, and slams the empty glass on the table with enough force to make Dain jump.

“He’s right, y’know,” Blair grins. He reaches over and flicks the side of Dain’s glass, his fingernail making a dull click as it strikes it. “Lettin’ a perfectly good beer just sit there gettin’ warm an’ flat’s a crime. If you’re not gonna even drink it you should donate it to someone in need…. exempli gratia*, yours truly,” Blair cranes his neck around to the bar, keen for some more drinks. Marcus is paying for these, right?... Blair’s not really going to give him a choice, anyway; the instant this situation proves to be working against his best interests (being alive, for cheap), he’s hightailing it.

^{*he’s completely butchered the pronunciation of this}

Dain raises his eyebrows at Blair’s enthusiasm. Alcohol doesn’t affect him, but if these two are susceptible to it at all…

…is trying to drink them both under a table a serious tactical choice? Dain eyes his beer again, and decides, hell, he hasn't got any other ideas.

“That won’t be necessary,” he assures Blair, with a pathetic, nervous attempt at a smirk.

He raises the glass to his lips, and takes a cautious first sip, scarcely enough to dampen the front of his tongue, to let the nanobots in his saliva figure out if it’s going to doom him entirely.