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[Nero's Fury]

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[Myitt]

((Hi Goku, nope this is a very free-form RPG.  The point is to know very little about people in the bar, except for basic appearance.  Check out the first post on the first page of this thread to see some general rules about good grammar, punctuation, no powergaming and general character tips.  Hope you can join us soon And please--no DBZ characters, they're just way too powerful for a group of (semi)mortals.))

[Terenia]

Trey shrugs, looking around helplessly, "This place sure fills up, doesn't it? I guess we'll have to hunt out an open landing site first..." He frowns at his ship, as though it is the vehicles fault that all this trouble has befallen him.

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Tamora watches the retreating figure of Elayne as she rejoins 'Naploean', whoever that is. Slowly her gaze returns to Keshin, suspicion clouding her face. She wants to ask Keshin about this particular job that she completed for Elayne, but when she speaks it is a different question that comes from her lips.

"Your host. She's okay with this...this bounty hunting business?"

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Terenia jumps slightly when Myitt plops down next to her, and looks distinctly uncomfortable when she begins to ramble in an obviously drunken manner. Her stalk eyes trail to Corliss, wondering if he was attempting to punish her in some way. Had he told her? She did not seem to be particularly angry, although it could be a ruse.

<I'm not drunk,> she responds cautiously. <though I wish I were. And no, Myitt, I have no idea why you are using your hosts body in such a way, but I imagine she is not too thrilled with you for it.>

[Myitt]

"You wish you were?" Myitt says loudly as Terenia is finishing her opinion on how Myitt's host. 

She waves the bartender over and leans over the bar counter, whispering to him conspiratorily.

"My brother took the bottle away," she says.  "How good it my credit in this place?  I mean, I'm pretty sure we've been actually living here for a few days or weeks or whatever.  I don't remember when I last took a shower.  But I did die the last time, and got it paid off!"  She grins hopefully.  "Bring some for my weird Andalite human Yeerk friend, too, okay?"

The bartender, seeming only to understand that somewhere in there was a request for a drink, turns on his heel to get another bottle.

Myitt leans on her elbow and turns back to Terenia, eyes narrowing.  "Tara doesn't mind.  If she minded, I would stop.  I don't think she wants to talk to me, but I can tell she doesn't mind."  She sniffles.  "Anyway.  We're becoming inebriated because I am a terrible person.  I kill and I kill and you know what scares me?  I don't always feel bad.  Least not until afterwards."  She nods with finality, taking the new bottle of redin from the bartender and pouring a couple of glasses for herself and Terenia.  "Not sure if your hoof can fit in this thing, but whatever, it's here if you want it."  She slides a glass toward Terenia and drinks half of hers.  "Do you think that sort of thing deserves a death sentence?"

[Terenia]

Terenia glances from the redin to Myitt then back to the drink. She shakes her head at the incredulity of it all, but cannot really think of a good reason not to indulge. She concentrates on her human form, not bothering to move into the shadows as she normally does when morphing. It takes about two minutes of unpleasant sounds and disturbing body parts appearing and disappearing, and during that time Terenia thinks about how to answer Myitt.

"No," she says at last, when she has a mouth to speak with. "Not a death sentence. This is war, and in a war you have to kill. Unfortunately, the more you do it the easier it gets." She shrugs, wrapping her hands around the redin. She stares at the unfamiliar drink with a certain amount of trepidation.

"What is this stuff?" She asks, glancing at Myitt, "And...are you going to be alright?"

[Myitt]

Myitt watches Terenia demorph with curiosity, grimacing a little when bones appear and disappear in strange places.

When it's over she watches Terenia stare down at the drink. 

"It's redin.  Not many people know the word, not unless you're a Yeerk who grew up on the homeworld, or you learned it from some old dapsen like that."  She tilts her head, beaming drunkenly.  "It's a alcohol formed naturally by one of the very few trees, the one that likes to cast its branches out over the lagoons.  Sometimes you get a lot of dark anaerobic muck, plus the fruit falling in, and--well it's just booze.  Who the hell knows how it got to this forsaken place.  Try it.  I can't believe...you've been a Yeerk for how long now, and nobody's told you to drink this stuff?"  Myitt giggles again, shaking her head.  "Once again I have corrupted our youth."

[Terenia]

"I've never heard of it," she admits. She shrugs and takes a hesitant sip. As soon as the liquid hits her throat she coughs into the glass, causing it to splash up into her face and down her chin. She sets the glass back down on the bar, covering her mouth with her forearm as she continues to hack unceremoniously. When she finally gets control over herself she is gasping for breath.

"It burns," she chokes, giving Myitt a shaky smile, embarrassed by her own reaction to the liquid.

[Myitt]

Myitt grins and pats Terenia on the back.  "Good, isn't it?  Yeah, it sucks at first, but after a while you stop caring.  At least, you can pretend to.  The alcohol never quite has the same effect on me as it does on Tara.  Although, let me tell you, once there's enough of it in your system that the alcohol starts flooding your inner ear organs?  Yeah, don't get to that point.  It's sort of like being on a Bug fighter with the artificial gravity shot to hell, after a few punches to the face."

[Terenia]

"Yeah," Terenia says unconvincingly, "Good." She looks at the glass as though it might attack her, but, refusing to be defeated by several ounces of liquid, picks it up a second time. Wiping the leftover drips from her chin she puts the glass to her lips and throws it back, drinking all of it in one gulp. Slamming the glass onto the bar counter  she squeezes her eyes shut for a moment, allowing her body to adjust to the sudden ingestion of what seems to be liquid fire.

"Yeah. Good." She repeats after a moment, opening her eyes. "I take it you've had that experience personally? With the Bug Fighter and being punched and all?"

[Myitt]

Myitt finishes her latest glass and sets it down, drumming her fingers on the bar counter. 

"Yeah, something like that," she says cryptically, pouring the next glass for them both.  "So what were you up to while we were off fetching your sister against your will?"

[Terenia]

Terenia grabs her refilled glass almost eagerly, taking a quick sip from it.

"I was...um..." she bites her lip, not entirely sure how to answer that question. Unconsciously her eyes trail over to where Corliss is sitting, but she quickly looks away, finishing her second drink as a distraction.

<<This is a poor idea.>> Efaen says. <<You are inebriating yourself in a room full of enemies. I was under the impression you wanted to remain alive.>>

<<Oh, shut up.>> Terenia mutters back internally, <<I've been at this bar for God only knows how long and I've barely had a drink. I'm entitled to a little fun. Or something....>>

<<This is fun? Talking cordially with someone who you tried to murder?>>

<<I didn't....hey, look, it isn't my fault she was on that ship. I like her. Him. Whatever. Myitt. I like Myitt well enough. Wrong place, wrong time.>>

Efaen does not respond and Terenia covers for her lapse of silence by giving Myitt the most genuine smile she can muster. "I was mostly minding my own business, well as I could being babysat and all." She toys with her empty glass, not making eye contact.

[Myitt]

"Yeah?" replies Myitt.  "Must've been a lot of fun."  She rolls her eyes and takes another sip.  Her gaze shifts toward Corliss, although by pure coincidence.  "Talk about being babysat."

Corliss jerks a thumb at the bottle of liquor he'd already confiscated, and crosses his arms, looking disappointed.

Myitt gives him a little wave, and although there is no discernible difference, it is Tara who adds, "Jeez, thanks, dad," under her breath.

[Terenia]

Terenia laughs - a short, abbreviated snort - at Tara's comment, although she has no idea that it was Tara who spoke. She can feel the liquor beginning to work its magic, making her constantly tense muscles loosen and relax. The effect is incredibly soothing and she pulls the nearest barstool over and sits back on it.

"I take it the trip was less than pleasant, then," Terenia says after a bit of a pause. She has avoided looking at her sister on the other side of the bar, but she glances in that direction now. The identical girl is still engaged in conversation with the bounty hunter. Terenia snorts again, this time in disdain, and waves the bartender over.

"I'll have my own bottle of....that stuff she's having," she says, gesturing to Myitt. "We can share."

The bartender looks unimpressed by this show of altruism, wordlessly placing a second bottle in front of them. Terenia suddenly has an urge to stick her tongue out at Corliss, an entirely childish gesture. She restrains herself, but barely, as she pours herself a third glass.

[Darth Revan]

The Director listens in on Myitt and Terenia's conversation. Not exactly hard to do seeing as their directly next to him. After Terenia holds down her shot, he lifts his drink to them, "Now that looks like a drink I could learn to like." He reaches over the bar to grab a shot glass and places it next to Terenia's. He looks to Myitt and asks, "Mind?"


Thordon waved his hands around in a wide gestures. His hands began to glow brightly. He looked to Trey and asked, "Would you like to get a better view of the grounds?"

[Myitt]

Myitt barks a delighted laugh.  "See, I told you this stuff is good," she says.  She turns and looks at The Director, trying to decide exactly how nice to be to him. 

"Sure, pal, have a glass," she says finally, swaying a little in her seat.  She pours his shot glass full.  "Whatever."  Looking back at Terenia, she says, "The trip was a success, at least in terms of our agenda.  We prevented the alteration of space-time and brought back your little twin.  Heh, sometimes my life sounds like science fiction.  But no, it wasn't pleasant.  When are these things ever?  Someone always ends up dying or getting hurt.  For what?  What are we, some group of vigilantes?"  She sighs, setting down her glass and rubbing her eyes with the palms of her hands.  "I don't know why I bother.  You didn't even want the damn girl to come back, anyway."