~Ossanlin~
Ossanlin finishes his bowl of fermented grass beverage...klenek was the word his own people used for it, though it could mean any kind of drink fermented from grass. He watches Mar and Myitt in turn, both of them sitting silent as the grave. He glances around the rest of the bar to make sure there wasn't some sort of time anomaly he wasn't detecting. With his senses, that sort of thing would stand out like a glaring red sore on the fabric of space-time, but everything else seems to be moving at the normal pace.
He watches Claxter as he trots out the door, presumably for some food. He glances over at his other charge, Serid, to make sure the nothlit wasn't in any difficulty. He would be an interesting project. Ossanlin had determined what some of the basic Andalite-identity genetic markers looked like to him with his senses...not from observing Terenia though. Looking at Efaen in human morph, though a side-effect of what he had been doing for Terenia, had given him a much better idea of what Andalite genetic identity would look like, even suppressed. Perhaps he would be able to revert Serid a great deal more easily than he'd originally thought, though the little short-cut he'd discovered would be all but useless if Serid had ever acquired any other Andalites.
He waits patiently for Mar to respond, or for Myitt to explain more of what had happened outside the bar, though he paws the floor a bit...practiced patience was, after all, still imperfect.
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~Rathien~
Rathien mumbles to himself in his sleep as the computer produces a tone, waking him. He glances at the display next to the bed. The cleansing cycle had accomplished all the good it could. The remaining traces of residual radiation would merely have to leech out of his body naturally. Thankfully it would only take a few hours, but if he had to use his camouflage before then, any radiation still within his body would become permanent, and that was unacceptable.
He shakes his head as he stands, stretching and arching his toned back, admiring his own form in the reflective wall-surface of the med-bay. Still as striking as ever. He grins to himself, running his tongue over a fang again. If ever he encountered another being that looked like himself, he would definitely try to get him to play around...or her. "Nerin de'morinde sen ferir lonillae." He mutters to his reflection, still grinning. He turns and begins dressing himself. The phrase had always held special meaning to him...it encompassed the entirety of his existence, more or less. It always sounded better in his ancestral tongue...most things did. Roughly translated, the phrase meant "Do what you want and pay the price." It simply did not roll of the tongue or sound as meaningful in Basic, but then most things sounded like crude animal noises in that tongue. Galard was even worse.
He finishes with his tunic and armor, strapping the knives back onto his back and buckling his Entroper holster into place again. He leaves his rifle in its locker again as he opens the hatch and descends from his ship, sealing it again, leaving its camouflage active as he makes his way back toward the bar. He feels slightly naked with the usage of his personal energy field modifier denied him. No camouflage, no emergency shielding...nothing . But then that increased the danger, and that gives him a thrill. To brace such a worthy foe as Tobias without what many in his line of work would consider essential gear...he shivers in anticipation. Perhaps he should ask Tobias to be a bit more frank about his offer...though he is certainly loathe to allow the mark to modify him in any way.
He makes it to the bar and glances around, a few patrons outside. One of the Andalites and some new human that he takes to be a controller. She's actually a bit cute, so he flashes her a wide, fangy grin before entering the bar. His eyes scan the room quickly, marking out those he'd seen before, and most-importantly...Tobias.
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~Raile~
Raile sits in the calm of the meadow for a time, meditating, relaxing. He'd not felt so at peace since the last time he'd performed exercises with his Master. His mind feels serene. Perhaps he had never actually felt this purity and calm before. He lets his mind roam over the bar...there is still tension there, but he feels that he can rise above it now...see it objectively. He senses Garreth, like a bright beacon of light, but he can also feel the other to some degree. He can not exchange conscious information as he'd been able to do with his old Master, but he can certainly feel in which direction Garreth lay, and can detect nebulous concepts emanating from the other, like emotions.
He nods to himself and allows his mind to return to his body, rising to his feet. He proceeds in the direction of Garreth and the bar.
