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[Shenmue654]

Mar laughs when he hears Temrash's comment, which causes him to hack and cough. When he rights himself, he states, "It's a rather strange story. I obtained Myitt's soul because Myitt is too compassionate for her own good. It was not long after I located her. There was..I was going to kill someone. Someone much like her, I believe. Myitt offered more than her life...for his."

Mar then glances at Ossanlin and smiles. He's not precisely sure why, but something about being in the timestream with this guy has made him more amicable towards him. "The wound...is unpleasant. But it will heal. I have had and do have much worse, and that has never healed."

[Terenia]

Kara stiffens, her muscles going as rigid as wood as the Andalite approaches. This is perhaps not the smartest move as she is still clutching Mar's shoulder, but she doesn't notice.

"I am...between jobs." Kara says to Myitt softly, looking down at Mar instead of meeting any particular gaze.

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Keirdan turns around on his chair, resting his chin on the back of the seat. "I have ice cream, Mr. Scary guy! Want some?" He grins, and shoves the spoonful that he currently has in his mouth.


Shal rolls her eyes, at Mar's seeming hold over Kara. She gris at Corliss, and again considers kicking Mar.

[Myitt]

Corliss sighs.  "Well, 'ere we are, then.  That bounty hunter's left, I take it, or at least he's lost interest.  For now."

"I'm glad you're enjoying that, kid," Myitt says to Keirdan, beaming.

<God, he's going to be bouncing off the walls,> says Tara dryly.

Myitt smiles at Kara.  "Oh, yeah?  What kind of jobs might those be, if you don't mind me asking?  What is it the humans say?  Quid pro quo.  I can tell you that I'm in the military."  She giggles a bit.  "Sorry.  But it is true, of course.  Aren't we all?"  She snurks again.  "Bartender, I'm going to need the rest of that bottle of redin, por favor."

[Terenia]

Kara shrugs, still obviously rather uncomfortable with the newest occupant of the bar, "I was working as an...interrogator. Under Visser Seven in the old Hork-Bajir sector," she wonders why she is bothering to tell this to a strange Yeerk. If Myitt or her brother has any ties to the Empire, it could all be over for her rather quickly. "I quit. Abruptly. And now I'm here, biding my three days and seeing what happens."

[Gaz]

(Sorry about that. Been running around places today)

Fletcher had accepted the spoonful of ice cream without a moment's hesitation.

"Thanks, kid," he said. "Want to see what I'm doing?"

Gaz just sat and watched.

[Chad32]

(Not sure who Mr. Scary Guy was supposed to be.)

"Visser Seven, huh?" Temrash said. "Not sure I knew that guy too well. But there's a portable Kandrona Machine at the end of the bar if you want to use it. We'll keep your host entertained while you're in."

[Terenia]

Kara's lips tighten and she nods in acknowledgment, "Thank you, but I am fine, for now," she glances down towards the end of the bar, where there is indeed a portable Kandrona. She looks around, searching for something else, and a look of confusion comes over her, "There are no restraints?"

[Chad32]

Temrash glanced at Myitt awkwardly. He wasn't sure if the machine was hers personally, or if it was just there for convenience. Asking about restraint must mean her host was involuntary. "I didn't really check if there are restaints fixed in when I spent time in there."

[Kit Cloudkicker]

((Sorry Chad, that was supposed to be Temrash.))

Keirdan turns around in his stool, and grins at Fletcher. He shouts,  "I wanna see!" before shoving another spoonful of ice cream in Fletcher's mouth.

[Myitt]

"Of course, we can provide restraints," Myitt says with a quick smile, nodding at the little tupperware container filled with now unpleasantly cool, grimy water.  "I have a couple of spare emergency wave-particle generators, as well.  Crude, but effective.  An interrogator, huh?  That's one hell of a job."  She considers for a moment.  "I think I'd quit, too."  She takes the bottle of liquor and pours a glass, raising it over in Shal's direction.  "Cheers, guys."  She downs it with a wince and sighs, shaking her head.  Myitt, too, wonders just how much she should tell this creature, a recently ex-Imperial lackey in the torture business, under a hard ass general.  "I know of Visser Seven, but I haven't had the distinct pleasure of meeting him.  I hear he's...delightful."  She smiles thinly.

Corliss, for his part, isn't saying a word on the subject of their line of work, tapping his fingers on the bar counter.  Clearly he shares Kara's natural mistrust of strangers.

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal holds up her glass, waiting for a refill. She lays her head back down on the bar. Her eyes are beginning to slowly change from red to violet.

[Shenmue654]

Mar is rather surprised by Kara's previous line of work. Such a sweet, reasonable young woman doesn't seem the type to be a torture expert to him. Hmph, perhaps I've misjudged her. Regardless, it matters not. Her soul will be mine later.

Mar glances up at Kara and smiles, trying to reassure her. "I don't think anyone in this bar wants you dead, Kara."

[Alic]

((ok too much reading for me to do on break ill catch up tomorrow))

[Six]

Wolffe nodded "Aye, an' Ah see yer bet an' add mah own sum" He didnt care about money, he got enough of it fro the people he was permitted to kill and he could find a good drink for next to nothing, also most of the money was won from drinking competitons so he never really ran out. He placed the money, 70 Han, on the sum Radec had placed and re-collected his drink and waited. "Ah ken this be gettin' interstin'"
The long suffering Commando, Deucalion sighed inwardly, wonderful yet another drinking competition with bets Well he decided that he would sit this one out, he had already learned not to accept drinking challenges from Wolfee or Colonel Radec. "With respect Sir, I will be sitting the Competition out. I prefer to enjoy my drinks slowly" He was pretty sure that Radec would not mind, since Wolffe had already challenged him and Wolffe was renowned as a heavy drinker...and a sore loser. He collected his glass and turned to survey the other patrons in the bar.