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Post by Eliza Silvermantle on Jul 21, 2023 10:01:52 GMT
Eliza held her smile as she seemed to take on an almost amused expression, staring back at the strange woman with not a hint of concern in her demeanor.
"Ya poor dear, have ta never been ta Ylf'yna?" Eliza asked, keeping up her persona. "This is perfectly normal fer us. Well, unless ye're a Kromus, that is."
As Eliza spoke, Lemon would receive flickers of memory, a poorly lit corridor, armored figures engaging strange horrific creatures with ebony shells and double mouths, Eresh standing in front of her, one pale hand gently pressed to his feathered chest, and then a lush forest with hundreds of Kromus marching- and dying in vicious hit-and-run raids where the Mawkin was again present. Then the memories stopped, and Lemon was presented with a vast and impenetrable fog bank. "Ye shouldna be here, lass. Tisn't safe fer ye," a voice that could only be "Aila's" echoed. "Leave, before ye find what no mortal mind was meant ta see." At this, a tremor in the fog began, and a point of darkness started to coalesce into a sphere, almost like an eye..
Post by Tycho Kalhalati on Jul 21, 2023 11:31:43 GMT
An unfamiliar face, an unfamiliar voice. Tycho's hesitancy in this department was never too palpable if the face was friendly enough, and this planet was doing a hell of a job getting him adjusted to the sights of new species. What was one more? He turned his yead to side-eye Aila for a moment, before simply giving a shrug. His tone crawled reluctantly back up to something friendly with the IMC on his mind, but the alcohol was kicking in just enough now to help things along.
"Nah, go for it. Tycho; pleasure. You'll have to forgive me, my friend here and I were just swapping some pretty heavy shit. Hope tha-" The Vlaka's speech cut off mid-sentence as he looked past the faux-Ylf'in, the moment he caught sight of a familiar towering avian stepping into the bar. He lifted his head a little and lifted a hand, only to see he was already making his way over.
"No shit.~ Look who it is-- Feathers! What're the odds I find you and Lemon here at the same time... we oughta grab a table at this point, four's a crowd. Shouldn't stack the bar." He looked between Eresh and Aila for a moment as he stood up, thinking nothing of the question, possibly the only one of the four of them who was privy in some way. "Uh... nah, we just met."
Tycho's ears twitched when Lemon suddenly spoke up, looking over his shoulder at the pointed finger, expression about as quizzical as he could manage for a moment or two. He let out a slight nervous laugh for a moment and gently rested a hand on Lemon's wrist, lowering the pointed finger like it was a loaded gun.
"Hey, hey... eeeasy, we're all chooms here... I'm sure she's just sayin' hello..."
Eresh would give one of his patently subdued smiles as the corners of his mouth curved upwards ever so slightly. Waving one hand in a nonchalant manner he would glance around the bar, spying a table.
“Ah.. well I’d say that she chose interesting company this evening. That table over there is open, if we were wanting to socialize.” He said conversationally, that mild professionalism never really leaving his tone even now. But once Lemon began questioning “Aila” and her motives.. he was surprisingly quick to intercede.
“Come now Lemon, just because an attractive young alien takes an interest in someone doesn’t always mean they have insidious ulterior motives. Perhaps she simply is enamored by the exotic?”
This, coupled with the flashes of the Mawkin in the red-heads’s mind painted a rather obvious picture.. but he would then continue speaking.
“Why don’t I cover the next round; I believe I made you that offer miss Jankins.” He then gave a chuffing noise of amusement. “I only regret not being here in time to buy the first round like I promised.”
Post by Lemon Jankins on Jul 22, 2023 23:47:05 GMT
Shutting out the weird shit coming from "Aila's" brain, Lemon squinted at the bird, the Fed's co-conspirator.
"Only reason Ahm not buggin out, cuttin ties, an goin' off grid again is cuz tha spook ain't IMC. As fer tha drink, ahm already buzzed an y'all're in tha way of a proper self-poisonin, that shite ain't done in company."
Agent 43 wasn't after her at least, though she'd have to be on guard for a while, they clearly had some kind of shape-changing ability judging from those snippets and the mismatch between their arms back then and now. She really needed to work on her own powers, that "invisibility" was not the get-out-of-jail-free card it often seemed like.
"... A table would be nice... Bar stool hurts ma butt."
Post by Eliza Silvermantle on Jul 23, 2023 1:09:05 GMT
Eliza simply held her gaze on the feline woman, studying her with an intensity that likely didn't help Lemon's suspicions regarding "Aila's" occupation. When she opened her mouth, though, the words were not the softly lilting sounds of a Ylf'in speaking Terran Standard, but the strangely melodic cadence of Chozia.
"Eresh, this woman, can she be trusted with the truth? She is perceptive, and I don't wish to alarm her."
Then, the redhead gave a pleasant bob of her head, motioning for Lemon to lead the way. "I take it you know each other?" she guessed in an amicable tone that suggested that all was well. Indeed, she had hidden a snicker when the lupine male had addressed Eresh as "Feathers", so perhaps all was indeed well, whatever else may have been at work. "Eresh helped fight off an occupation on Ylf'nya a few years ago, that is how we first met," she added, being entirely truthful. "Though perhaps I should be upset that he didn't remember me?"
Post by Tycho Kalhalati on Jul 23, 2023 4:50:35 GMT
"Heh... I think if she were IMC, you of all people would be able to tell." The levity in Tycho's voice masked more complex feelings. Not really knowing any better, he was inclined to assume Lemon's trauma ran a little deeper than he first thought, if the paranoia he was grasping was any indication. Would explain the heavy drinking, at the very least. He rested a gentle fist on the feline shoulder for a moment, motioning for her to join them at the table Eresh pointed out with a jerk of his thumb.
"S'cuse us for saving your liver some more damage-- c'mon, the bird's paying! Order something a little more fun."
With that, he fluidly turned to weave his way through the crowd over to the open table, nudging a chair out with his foot and settling down into it just-so. He pretended not to pay attention to the words Aila spoke, adjusting the collar of his jacket, even if his ears gave away the attempt to be subtle. Awfully pretty language, whatever it was.
"Eresh, Lemon and I recently ran a bounty together." He'd lean back in his seat and clasp his hands together behind his head, as the others would make their way over. "It... wasn't exactly an easy job, but at least we got to trauma-bond over it.~" More levity in tone would have to do, where a shit-eating grin would otherwise be.
"At this point it's only right to celebrate making it out alive... besides, the big guy said he'd buy." He'd tilt his head to the side a little bit as he looked Eresh's way, keeping his tone playful. "Maybe you can tell me how you helped fight off an occupation, when you get back with the drinks?~ Fuckin' a, choom. Sounds like you get around."
Eresh would bib his head in understanding as Lemon said as such. “I can assure you that you’re in no danger here, miss Jankins.” He said as his attention turned to “Aila”. Without missing a beat he would respond to her in Chozia.
“This one has a great deal of personal trauma, snowhawk, but I do not believe that she is a liability. She could do with extensive counseling however.”
He then would simply chuff in amusement at the faux-redheads remark “I had a lot on my hands at the time, not every face was committed to memory sadly,” there was a hint of playful ribbing that she could pick up on as he then answered Tycho.
“I have been to a fair few places in this galaxy. But if you want to hear about that invasion.. I don’t see why I couldn’t spin a yarn for you for awhile.” He said with a raspy chuckle as he ordered the drinks, waiting for them to finish being prepared while the others went to the table.
Post by Lemon Jankins on Jul 23, 2023 14:09:57 GMT
The Exchange between the conspirators was not lost on Lemon, though she couldn't understand it. If they were plotting against her they were damn good at hiding it, and trying to peek at their brains would likely tip them off and change their plans. Better to simply bide her time, stay vigilant, and not drink anything other than the non-alcoholic Kira special that was getting warm while she neglected it.
"Ah don' trust neither of ya right now, but ya'd bae stupid ta try shit 'ere. Save tha drinks till after ah kin be sure ya ain't gunna disappear me or some other Spook shite."
Grabbing her glass she immediately swapped hands and wiped the condensation off on her pants, then climbed down from her bar stool and made for the indicated table, looking back at the others.
Post by Eliza Silvermantle on Jul 23, 2023 14:20:41 GMT
"Aila" listened for a moment, then nodded quietly. "Ye're a sharp one, whatever else ye might be," the woman replied quietly, dropping the lilting tones of her persona in favor of her natural voice. "But on my life, I have no desire ta bring ye any troubles. I'd tell ye more, but.. hold on. Ye have a commpad, aye?" she asked as she brought out her own. "My face is a bit known, and I prefer na ta be bothered about it when I'm jist catchin' a few drinks. Best ta set yer worries at ease, then we can enjoy ourselves properly."
Post by Makoto Nijima on Jul 23, 2023 21:38:24 GMT
"You sure this is the right place for a kid like you?" The Brute outside the front doors looked down at Makoto, her black motorcycle parked outside. The Phantom Thief gave the giant an annoyed look as she accepted her ID Card back.
"I'm sure." Makoto replied, her words laced with venom as the guard eventually shrugged and stepped aside. "Whatever."
The Phantom Thief entered the bar at last, the smell of alcohol and smoke breaching her senses. She never was one for nightclubs or bars, but perhaps Ryuji was rubbing off on her more than she liked to admit. She took a seat at an empty bar stool on the far side of the counter, doing her best to ignore some of the stares she got. She had never been a drinker, but after what she went through a few days ago, maybe a drink wouldn't hurt.
She pulled out her phone to reply to some of her friends messages, including one from her longtime boyfriend, Ren Amamiya. Maybe he could tell her what drinks sounded good. After all, he did work at a bar for that one summer.
Post by Tycho Kalhalati on Jul 23, 2023 22:17:17 GMT
Tycho's expression stiffened a little, once Aila's voice shifted. It immediately became clear to him that he wasn't giving Lemon enough credit- the guise seemed pretty convincing to him, and the catgirl saw right through it, paranoia or not. There came and went the sudden spike of anxiety that she actually was a spook-or-worse, but her apparent connections to Eresh were actually somewhat of a comfort. Everything he understood about the Mawkin thus far led him to believe that the guy was reasonably high-profile, so maybe she was too-- maybe pretty high up the proverbial chain, too, if she's not just wearing the face for fun. That alone was enough to convince the Vlaka; he used to see it all the time back home. Bored corpos and celebrities wearing convincing identity-jobs for the thrill of hanging around all the big bad edgerunners in Watson dive-bars, pretending to be part of The Life, thinking (or maybe hoping) that everyone else there was none the wiser. Some were convincing, some weren't. This person being forthcoming about it told him enough, and anything further he didn't much care to pry for.
He silently thanked Eresh for the free drink with a little half-toast his way, before tilting his head back to knock back a good portion of it. Tycho's eyes drifted elsewhere for a moment or two, idly curious if any other eyes were looking their way, before spying- who else- the Queen herself step in. Even for present company, genuinely the last person he'd ever expect to see in a place like this. "OH!" He called, his voice only just above the din of the bar, hoping to get Makoto's attention. "Look who it is! The whole crew's here. What's going on, man?~ At this point you guys are gonna make me believe in fate..."
It was at that moment when “Aila” dropped the charade when Eresh joined them with the platter of drinks. At this, Eresh would sigh somewhat dramatically and sat beside the occluded Yl’fn. “Shame, I was hoping to spend another couple hours playing at not really knowing you, it would’ve been a fun game, dancing around the others and us playing coy with each other.” He said as he leaned down, softly resting his beak against the woman’s cheek for a few moments, taking a breath.
“I’ve missed you, snowhawk.”
He then sat up ever so slightly, passing the drinks around as he glanced at Lemon. “Don’t hold it against her, Miss Jankins. To be blunt, you know nothing and you aren’t really a danger to her associates. It’s safe to say that no one in this group is after you. So relax, enjoy yourself.” His tone soften considerably at that last bit. And after a moment he glanced at Tycho. “But about that story, it’s pretty mundane for the most part. It was one of my very first freelance contracts in this galaxy, and I had spent a week on Yl’fa performing guerilla attacks on a Kromus warband prior to meeting this one right here.”
He then gently placed a taloned hand over her own. “As it turned out, we make a very effective fighting unit together.”
Post by Lemon Jankins on Jul 24, 2023 12:46:14 GMT
"Mmm" 'Aila' got a grunt in response as the small mercenary pulled her own commlink out and fiddled with it a little, pulling out a small data chip with her contact info for a proxy-based communications service. She wasn't taking any chances with being tracked down using normal coms. Passing the chip to the spook, she sat back and stayed silent, letting the others converse first.
Post by Eliza Silvermantle on Jul 24, 2023 13:05:41 GMT
Eliza carefully took the chip, then slid it into her own commpad and, using the information given from the chip, composed a short message for Lemon to read at her leisure.
[My proper name is Eliza Lockheed, and yes, I'm with the Terran Confederation's Department of Advanced Warfare. Hardly anyone of note, mind, but given my job, I'm looking to build up a network of people I can trust to keep me informed when anything particularly..fucky occurs. I'm sure you know the sort of thing I mean. On a somewhat unrelated note, I noticed you have a few gifts. Different from mine, granted, but if you like, I can try helping you hone them a bit more. Used to be a bounty hunter, myself. If you'd prefer not to, that's entirely fine. This comm code is accurate to my personal pad, so you can contact me if you ever wish to do so.]
Once the message had been sent, with an encryption code of her own devising to prevent anything less than a smart AI from cracking it without the key, Eliza pulled the chip, then handed it and a second chip that held the decryption key back to Lemon. "Donna lose that chip, by th' way, or ye'll have a devil of a time readin' my message." She then turned her gaze to the others, finally letting her attention fall on the newest arrival, the only other human in this ever-growing crowd, or more accurately, the only human.
"So, this is th' team ye worked wi on yer last job, Eresh? Certainly an eclectic lot," she chuckled. "Kinda miss th' hunts, myself, but I have my role ta play. Ye said somethin' about a table..? Actually, I donna think I got yer name," she realized, addressing the gregarious wolfman.
Post by Makoto Nijima on Jul 24, 2023 20:26:11 GMT
Makoto thought she heard someone call for her. Were some of her friends here? No, it couldn't be-Wait, was that Tycho? It was! He was waving her over, and Makoto would oblige, standing up from her seat to maneuver over to his group where she saw the others. Eresh, Lemon, and a few new faces.
"Oh, hello, everyone. It's good to see all of you again. I'm thankful you called me over, actually. I was feeling a bit out of place here."