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[Myitt]

Corliss took the strange four-armed creature's hand and shook it firmly. 

"What the hell are you guys doing?" Myitt grumbles, a bit buzzed, eyeing over her shoulder.  "Just start dancing, already.  Someone, hit the jukebox."  Fortunately, the jukebox appears to be broken, lying crumpled in a corner next to an armchair that's been torn to shreds.

"Corliss Three-Eight-Two," says Corliss.  "I seem to recall that you have some abilities beyond normal mortal beings, yourself, actually.  What would you do, if violence arose in this place?  As, all too often, it is wont to do."

[Darth Revan]

Thordon replied, "I abhore violence. I'd have nothing to do with it. The only contribution I could bring is if any metallic projectiles were involved, I could repel them. Possibly energize any allies to keep them from fatigue, however any violence would have to be done by others." He looks to Myitt, "If you'd like to dance, I'd happily oblige."

[Myitt]

Myitt laughs wearily.  "No thanks, buddy, I'm afraid I'd just step on your toes," she says, sipping at another shot.

Corliss sighs and runs a hand through his hair.  "Don't worry, mate.  We can take care of ourselves, anyway."

[Quickest Hands ever]

Swordson had heard the conversation that(thordon, Myitt and Corliss) was taking place not to far from him and this strange creature called alic. He called over to them using thought speak " I am Swordson, professional assassin and I heard you speaking of violence that may be coming, if you wish and you are not controlled by the ones who get into your brain I will offer my services to you for free of charge as this is not my universe and your money would be of no use to me"

[Myitt]

"Ah, well," says Myitt, turning and squinting drunkenly around until she spies the newcomer.  "If that really is you talkin' in my head, and not some Andalite pawn...I'm one of those ones that get into your brain."  She taps at the side of her host, Tara's, head.  "So I guess you can't help us."  She turns back to her drink.

[Quickest Hands ever]

Swordson ****ed his head. "You are one of them? I see, you find it fun to take over another creature? And why would I be an Andalite pawn they are weak and defenseless creatures, but at least they will stare at you face to face unlike your kind," he said this time out loud. His hand reaching for his knife while still seated on his stool.

[Myitt]

"I have no quarrel with you, human, or whatever you are," says Myitt glancing back at the stranger over her host's messy brown hair.  "Just leave us alone."

Corliss turns to Swordson, holding up his pale white hands calmingly.  "Listen, mister sword bloke," he says in his host's northern English accent, "you have no idea what you're doing.  We aren't looking for a fight, and my brother here has just been through quite a lot.  Now put the weapon away."

[Quickest Hands ever]

"It is Swordson and I am no human, what ever that is. IF you do not wish for a fight then I suggest that you do not speak to strangers in such a way you never know just who they may be or what they might be able to do. Just know though we had something like you in my universe but they only went into willing bodies and stayed with that person till death." Swordson said, sheathing his knife

[Myitt]

"Well, good, then you'd get along with our little band of suicidal maniacs just fine," says Corliss with a bit of a sneer.  "I suggest you do not judge a person based on your own skewed opinion.  You never know who you might be talking to."  He watches Swordson warily.  "If you don't know what humans are, then you don't know what you're looking at.  Pretty damn foolish in a place populated by humanoids.  Ah, well.  I am Corliss Three-Eight-Two, and this irritable grump is my brother, Myitt One-Nine-Five."

Myitt raises her host's hand, barely registering Swordson as she downs the rest of the fourth shot of liquor.  

"We've had rather a long day," Corliss continues, "so you'll excuse us being smart about people who assume we're terrible bastards just for taking a host.  Do you want a drink?  On my tab?"

[Quickest Hands ever]

Swordsons eyes narrowed but only briefly, "under three conditions will I drink with you, 1 you fogive my rudeness as well 2 you tell me what andalites really are as the one behind me said that is what she is but she appears human and three you let me help you on this mission of yours as what we call a murnosa it means since I have wronged you I wish to make it right by killing those who wish to do you harm"

[Myitt]

Corliss ****s his head lightly.  "I forgive your rudeness, mister...erh, I'm sorry, what is your name?  But you said that Andalites were weak and defenseless creatures?  I thought you would have known what they are, already, without forming such a biased opinion on their entire race?"

"We don't need your stinkin' help," Myitt calls over her shoulder, swaying a little.  "Thank you anyway!" she adds loudly.

[Quickest Hands ever]

"The one called Alic said that she was more comfortable in the body of a human and that she was good as is without shoes. I have been around for over 6000 years(immortal like duncan mcleod of the clan mcleod the highlander minus the part with the whole head cutting off thing) and there has never been anything that has come close to being able to stop me while i am doing a job and the name is Swordson, call me swords or SS for short." 

[Myitt]

((Quickest, keep in mind that you might want to break up your sentences a little bit more, with less run-on sentences.  That just makes it easier to read, and we like good grammar around here   Also, if you have an out of character (OOC) statement, like the one about the Highlander, please make it before the post and in parentheses like this.  Also, make sure your character has some kind of drawback; otherwise, no one who fights him would stand a chance, and it wouldn't be fun for anyone.  That's called powergaming, and it's not a good time.  Thanks!))

Corliss nods slightly.  "Well met, then, Swordson," he says.  "But I believe, as my brother has so eloquently said, that we do not require your assistance.  Consider your apology accepted and your conscience clear."  He turns back to his drink.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin glances at Elayne.  <Thank you.  Generally I drink for enjoyment or relaxation...today I actually feel the need to drown my troubles.>  He smiles a bit ruefully and orders another reinforced glass of fermented grass liquid and places it on the floor, dipping his hoof in, the first glass already emptied and discarded.

Ossanlin glances around again, seeing many newer faces that he hadn't seen before they'd left on their mission.  Ossanlin watches Alic enter and his eyes form another sad smile.  He knew Alic agreed with what Myitt did, she was as ruthless as her father, but he couldn't help being glad at the sight of her, even if she was in her human morph.  He tenses as the new humanoid alien draws his knife...he seemed a rather touchy sort, and more full of himself than most andalites.  He puts his weapon away and Ossanlin relaxes again.

He looks back to Elayne.  <Thank you again for the drink, I'm glad that our actions rectified the timeline.  There were a lot of unknowns circulating around that scenario.  I'm glad that it worked.>  He takes another long drink from the fresh glass.

Either Terenia or Tamora had entered the bar and was talking to Kesshin...he didn't know what to make of it.  It seemed like Tamora, from her general demeanor...perhaps she would come out of her shell better than he thought she might.  Either way, at this point, he considered the matter mostly closed.  Terenia wouldn't be going anywhere...he just had to wait until it was her time to feed to speak with Efaen again.  Ossanlin shakes his head and returns his gaze to Alic.  <I don't have much experience with the human tongue Aliciania, but I did try your...what did you call it...'yeager'?  The experience, while intense, was most displeasurable.  I don't know how you manage to drink it...>  He manages a weak smile for the female and turns his main eyes to this Swordson person.  <Please try to relax, violence happens here, but most don't go seeking it.  We just want to take it easy.  And if you wish to see an Andalite's true form, this is it.>  Ossanlin gestures at his chest with a hand, whipping his tail back and forth a couple of times.

[Chad32]

Temrash tensed again as Swords drew his knife again, but it looked like he wasn't going to do anything with it.

"Every Yeerk around here who lives in the body of another has a willing host. Most hosts get along well with their Yeerks, save for one." He told Swordson.