Galaxy's Edge Space Bar

[Myitt]

Gene blinks, following Ike's gaze towards the men, then staring back at Ike once more.

"Are you one of these people, too?" he asks without thinking. "A controller?"

[Chad32]

"Nothing in me but the Spirit of the Lord." Ike said. "I've heard of Yeerks before this, but this is the first time I've encountered them. I haven't been here long. I wonder if this place has a refueling station anywhere."

[Myitt]

Gene's light brown eyebrows shoot up. "Oh," he says faintly, settling back and glancing at Mar, then back across the bar's interior. He clears his throat and takes a sip of water, eyeing Ike over the edge of the glass. "I'm Jewish." He shrugs.

[Chad32]

"Really?" Ike asked excitedly. "I was raised christian, but you know we all serve the same Man upstairs. After I left with a good chunk of the population to settle on another planet, I ran across someone I have thought was the God Almighty. This guy over here is doubtful, though." He said, pointing at Mar. "Still, it was something. He made me a prophet, gave me a medallion, an ability to perform small feats of magic, and sent me out to convert people."

[Myitt]

Gene stares at Ike, unblinking, completely at a loss. He stares at Mar, as if the man--or creature--had some further explanation.

[Chad32]

"I'm sorry if that was a bit much. You're still dealing with a hangover, buddy. So, what do you do for fun, huh? I like me some good old country music."

[Shenmue654]

Mar shakes Gene's hand, grinning and then watching as Gene and Ike talk. "Ike here can perform a bit of magic, which is to say he can tamper with matter and energy," states Mar, in response to Gene's query. "Strangely he appears to be able to generate matter without sacrificing any of his own Mass in exchange, which breaks fundamental laws of physics. This..." Mar frowns. "....suggests he must be much bigger than he looks, or has a powerful friend."

Even the latter explanation bothered Mar, as he himself could not perform matter-shifting feats in the Bar. His "friend" would have to be inside the Bar with him, which made little sense to the Highest. "As for Ike's claim about having met God....that is...highly unlikely, in my opinion."

[Chad32]

"If it didn't break the laws of physics, people would be able to explain it naturally. A good sign is something that can't just be explained away by something more mundane."

[Terenia]

Haviss smiles, clearly amused. "No, certainly not if you are hunting him with such fervor," he says smoothly. He notices that Ike has left the table to go talk with the curly-haired man. All the better -- the human's offer to allow himself to be infested did not sit well with Haviss for some reason.

"Hm," Haviss murmurs, turning his attention back to Elriss. "It appears that both of us have lost someone we are looking for. Perhaps we could help one another?"

[Myitt]

Gene relaxes slightly when Mar speaks.

<<Well, if he is an alien, he sounds vaguely human,>> he murmurs to Kellim.

<<You're saying I do not?>> Kellim replies airily.

<<Dude. He sounds like he's from Transylvania.>>

<<Maybe he is a vampire.>>

Gene blinks back into focus, shaking his head slightly. "I've never met anyone who could do much more than a parlor magic trick," he says, sounding wary rather than impressed, eyes flitting from Ike to Mar. "This place consistently amazes me."

He leans forward, gripping the condensating glass of water in both hands. "I never learned anything in any of my physics classes about being able generate matter or energy without conserving it somewhere. Then again, I am hungover, and my physics lessons are rusty."

<<Tell them I haven't heard of such a thing, either,>> Kellim prompts.

<<Are you crazy? Do we want everyone in here to know who and what we are?>> Gene hisses. <<It's bad enough this guy walks up to us going on about Yeerks. And Haviss is over there...why the hell doesn't he recognize us?>>

He smiles belatedly, forgetting his outward manners.

[Aluminator (Kit)]

Elriss smiles at Haviss, then nods. "Now that's the best idea I've heard all night!" she says. She again leans close to Haviss, "What'da call yours? My guy's name is John Mastermier..." she frowns... "Havermaster?" She shakes her head, "His name is John." She nods, satisfied. "An' 'e might have Krissit 925 with 'im. We jus' don't know." She stares intently at him, as though that information is supposed to mean something.

[Shenmue654]

"There are many things perhaps beyond us both," states Mar, glancing worriedly at Ike again. There was something wrong with the boy, but he could not place what. Whatever it was, it was good at hiding from him.

"As for the magic tricks..." Mar smirked. "....I can do a few of those. It seems in some places in the wide multiverse magic is commonplace, and in others it is a small miracle. The range is breathtaking, and you can see much of it in this Bar. Oh..."

Mar gestures to the bar stools and table itself. "....and if you need a drink, the man behind the counter will serve anything you'd like. Literally. You could probably obtain a brick with a slice of lemon wrapped around it."

[Myitt]

"No thanks, I'm done with drinking for a while," Gene gripes politely, pressing a hand against his forehead, pushing up a mess of light brown curls as he does so. "Might I ask, uh, where you're from, Mr. Mar? You sound like you're from Europe."

[Terenia]

Haviss considers. "The names are unfamiliar," he admits. "But I can look around. Perhaps my databases will unveil something useful that you may have overlooked." He smiles thinly. "As for me, I am looking for someone by the name of Terenia. She is a Yeerk, though she has no designation. A strange case. She disappeared in conjunction with Sub-Visser Twenty-Eight, Zorish Three-Eight-Two, about two years ago. Zorish's host is a human female by the name of Tamora. Terenia's host is an Andalite female by the name of Efaen."

He watches her expression, wondering if she has heard of the human-Yeerk girl who has successfully infested an Andalite.

[Shenmue654]

"I did hide in Europe for a number of years, as a German prince in the Empire," Mar admits, putting his hand to his chin. "I took a host a few hundred years later in the same place, although he did not know it until the moment of his death. But I am not precisely..." Mar thinks again. He seems to be having trouble answering this question. "...from anywhere."

Mar sighs a bit. He looks defeated. "Yes, I'm well aware I sound mad. I've grown accustomed to being the Bar's madman, I suppose. I currently could be said to live in the city of Necrul, in a country called the Veil. What about you, young man?"