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[Myitt]

"Well, that's what you get for trying make fire, you idiot," Myitt snaps.  "Are you going to be alright?  Can't you use your powers to conjure the wound back to normal or something?  I don't know when I'm going to leave.  Aren't you having fun?"  She smirks a bit, glancing at the floor. 

[Shenmue654]

Mar rolls his eyes. "I can't heal even with all of my power intact. It's an ability I simply don't have anymore. When I have to heal wounds at all, it's not a fun experience even though I heal faster than other demonic beings. This little "adventure" might be the one exception to the rule."

Mar then glares at her. He's getting tired and frustrated. "I came into this bar in this crippled state to prevent chaos. And this is how you treat me?"

[Myitt]

"I'm sorry.  You did save my life.  Sort of.  I do want you to feel better," says Myitt, feeling genuinely guilty.  "What can I do to help you?  It looks like Shal's patched you up.  If you want to leave, you should leave.  Believe me, I've been here plenty of times without needing a pan-dimensional babysitter."

[Gaz]

(Good grief, I'm gone for a couple days and there's half a dozen pages to catch up on!)

Gaz had been aware of the events earlier. But the person was of no concern of hers. So, in pirate fashion, she payed it no heed. However, she noticed when Keidran bumped his head.

Gaz walks up to Keidran. "Sorry about that kid, I had to talk about stuff with Fletcher. How's your head? That was quite a spill you took. Ya wanna see something though?"

The pirate captain rolls up a sleeve and shows Keidran a large burn-like scar on her upper arm.

"Happened during a raid," she explained. "Being a pirate is risky stuff. We all get our shares of bumps and bruises. Think you can handle it, kid?"

[Six]

Deucalion enjoyed his whiskey, although he would have enjoyed to savour the drink for longer then one quick gulp, he placed his glass in front of him and waited patiently for the next round.

Wolffe however didn’t taste the drink, nor would he have cared if it hadn’t been expensive whiskey, he enjoyed drinking and with the opportunity for more he was looking forward to the next round, and decided to attempt to get a bet going “Wat d‘ya say tah us be havi’ ourselves a little bet? Ah ken tha’ it’ll be makin’ this little drinkin’ competition far more interstin’”
Deucalion sighed, of course Wolffe was going to attempt to get a bet happening, quite typical of the sniper really.


OOC:
[spoiler]By Request of Terry, I am placing a translation of Wolffe in the OOC:
Wolffe:
What do you say to us having ourselves a little bet? I understand/know that it'll be making this little drinking competition far more interesting"[/spoiler]

[Terenia]

"My name is Kara," she says stiffly to Myitt, unhappy with the sudden crowd that seems to have gathered. She came to this bar to be alone, to think. Suddenly she has found herself practically the center of attention. On top of that, she is still reeling from the shock of Mar's little demonstration. Suddenly she wishes that she hadn't had the last glass or three of alcohol. If her mind were a little more clear, maybe she could make sense of what was going on.

"And yes, I am a Yeerk," she finishes after pausing to gather her senses, a hint of sarcasm entering her slightly slurred tones, "Your insight is quite impressive."

[Gaz]

Gaz heard one of the newcomers mention something about a drinking competition.

Fletcher caught her raised eyebrow and said, "Don't even think about it. Not with your mini fan club there."

"Worried about the impression I'll leave?" Gaz asked, thoroughly amused.

Fletcher shrugged and went back to the star chart.

"Well," said Gaz, "I'm at least going to sit here and watch to see if anything happens."

[Chad32]

"Okay, I'm coming." Temrash said, concerned. He gave the comm link to Oss. "You can stay and help Asmodee seal the ****pit. Now that the Z-Space Drive is secure, that should be all that's left. Or you can come back too. There are complications, but no emergencies."

He left for the bar, and took everything in once he arrived. "So Myitt. It looks like something hit you in the face. Mar is down. Breekan has Keirdan's hat. Keirdan has a bump on his head. Some new patrons are looking a bit imposing. And a Human seems to have ticked off an Andalite. Maybe a case of Yeerk-in-head syndrome? Why do I miss all the excitement?"

[Myitt]

"Yeah, I know, I am pretty good," says Myitt wryly, grinning.  "Kara sounds like a human name.  You some kinda host sympathizer, or did you just get tired of the numbers?  Can't say I'd blame you."

Corliss taps the bar counter.  "Bartender, another lager please.  Pronto." 

<I'm going to need it.>

<Yeah, mate, but my bloody liver ain't, thanks,> says his host.

Myitt looks over at Temrash as he steps in.  "Is it really that bad?" she murmurs, prodding at her face.  "I did get a good wallop earlier, too, that's never good.  Nothing broken, though."

"Lucky you," says Corliss, who has his own bruised nose issues after their slow descent ship crash. 

"Mmh.   I'm more concerned over the stupid, constant pain in my stupid...constant.. .arm." 

"Well if you'd go and see a proper medic, in a proper medical ward, instead of 'anging here drinking..."

"Oh, come on, I've had worse than this here, I'll live," Myitt scowls.  "Where's Ossanlin?"

[Terenia]

"I've found that I get a friendlier reception if introducing myself doesn't send people into a frenzy," Kara says with a shrug, "Yeerks are hardly the most welcome race in the galaxy. And I want to be able to get a drink without being put on trial."

She carefully avoids answering whether or not she sympathizes with her host. It is a dangerous question; one that could turn ugly quickly if she gives the wrong answer.

[Hunter]

As Wolffe suggested introducing a bet into their drinking competition, Radec asked, “Well Wolffe, what do you have in mind? Money?” With this he poured each of them one more shot of the liquor that could knock out an average sized human with one glass.

As he finished pouring the drinks, he reached into the little pocket on his pistol holster and slammed the Helghan equivalent of 30 Human dollars in the middle of the table. “30 Han, opening bet. The last one standing takes it all.”

[Shenmue654]

Mar nods calmly. "I know. But I..." Mar frowns. In the end, he's not really sure what he's still doing here. He's been wounded painfully in his side, he's pretty drunk, and this place has made a fool out of a great liar and deciever. And yet... "....I think I must be stuck. I've...gotten intertwined with the fates of all these people. Not just you. I want to see what happens next...even if it makes me look like a fool. And.."

Mar smiles at Myitt. "Thank you for saying sorry."

[Myitt]

"Hm, yes, I can relate to the volatile nature of announcing one's race, especially in this place," Myitt muses.  "Well, my name is Myitt One-Nine-Five.  I have no qualms telling you that my host's name is Tara, if you want to know.  As seems to be the case this evening my brother appears to already have met you."

Corliss just hides in his glass of beer.

"And you didn't answer my question.  But knowing Imperial politics I also can't blame you there."  She smiles, exhaling laughter.  "For what it's worth, I'm not in the mood to attack anyone right now.  Besides, we could simply ask your host what she thinks of all this."

Myitt nods at Mar.  "Thank you for saving my life?" she says, shrugging. 

[Chad32]

"Ossalin is back with Asmodee. I left him the communicator. I don't think Asmodee is going to just abruptly attack anyone just now, and I doubt Ossalin will provoke him."

[Myitt]

"I still don't trust bounty hunters."  Myitt holds the link up.  "Ossanlin, are you there?" She awaits a response, glancing at Corliss.  "I didn't think you drank so much."

"I don't," Corliss grumbles, voice muffled by the glass.