Ether Works' Altera (IC)

[joeyjoey61297]

Looking at the man since she owns the place she tries to always make a profit so she says"Why don't you take a sit an' buy a drink then I'll tell you all I know.'
Looking at the man waiting for a response she put a cup on the counter then walked in the back room for a sec and grabbed a page that had some info on it, well it was more of a booklet with a bunch of pages. Putting it down under the bar she looked at the man and said well cleaning a mug
"So how bout that drink. Oh yeah and what's your name I like to know my customers and I'll tell ya what first drinks on the house what will it be." Standing behind the counter she thought to herself trying to remember all she can about this man. Walking quickly in the back room not trying to be rude to her customer she grabbed a chair so she could sit down.

[Zender_Solarheart]

As the bar owner goes and grabs an information booklet, Greg raises an eyebrow with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. "I see you've taken notes." he comments with a smirk, then introduces himself: "The name's Spade. Greg Spade. A pleasure to meet you, 'Mystery. Also, I'll happily take that drink; I could use something to wet the whistle.'" Of course Greg would know her name in advance, considering there's a sign naming the bar owner hanging outside. Handing a silver coin over as a tip for the drink - even though she said it was on the house - he lets her get him his drink, looking over towards the woman who's also gazing over the bounty board (Shima).

"Ah, so you like the bounties too, eh? If it's Reily you're going after, perhaps you and I can arrange a...'partnership?'" Greg likes the girl's style; her hair is very flashy, yes, but she seems to know just where to trim the dress, in order to nail the "sexy" look without crossing over into "slutty." On top of that, her lack of any weapons besides the small blunt - which appears more for defense than offense - suggests that she's a martial artist, and while he's smart enough to not say it out loud here, Greg's a bit of a sucker for kung-fu girls. If luck is on his side, perhaps she'll be willing to partner up for more than just one bounty?

[MiscChaos]

Looking the man, Greg Spade he introduced himself to the barmaid as, up and down, she assesses how much use she'll get out of the partnership. Since she was looking at him to join her squad of killers, she doesn't have too much of an objection.

"As long as you know how to handle yourself with that sword, I don't have a problem teaming up to tackle Reily." she says, taking a seat next to him. "If I like your personality, maybe we can work together again in the future as well. Don't wanna travel with an asshole after all, no matter how good he is." That's partially a lie. If the asshole excels in his field enough to further her goals, she'll use him without mercy until he's dried up. "Name's Shima." she says, extending a hand.

[Noosie]

There's nothing for a hangover quite like adrenaline. Still mildly buzzed from her upstairs activities, Raji's recovery from the fall is aided by the sudden and overpowering promise of profitable violence, the rush of energy from the earlier fight and the rage at having fallen conspiring to bring the Dark Knight to her feet if not her senses. A fair amount of noisy struggling later, the heavily armored fighter is upright again, with her sword tucked into her elbow as a make-shift crutch and a toothy smile behind the visor of her helm. Another few moments pass while the disoriented knight's bearings follow her up from the floor, causing her to stand a little straighter and strap her broadsword back into place.

Now in a superior position to the ground, vengeance is taken upon it in the form of a metal-toed kick and another bout of swearing. Ignoring the barmaid entirely, Raji's attention becomes focused upon the sucker and the suck-ee who seem to have found her something to do. Her uneven steps quickly become a swagger as she approaches the pair of bounty-hunters , raising one hand and bellowing an "Oy" in their general direction before coming to a stop not five feet from them, waiting for a response.

[MiscChaos]

Speaking of assholes... Shima turns to face whoever just shouted at them and immediately starts looking through the Dark Knight instead of at her. She remembers the... display she had earlier and wants no part of that.

"Did you need something?" she asks in her most unamused voice.

[Zender_Solarheart]

Greg can't help but smirk at the martial artist girl - Shima, as she stated - and her comment about his ability to "handle" his weapon. Chances are she overheard his name, but just in case, he re-introduces himself, being sure to take her handshake: "Nice to meet you, Shima. I'm Greg, but I think you overheard that part. Also, don't worry; me and Herzenschwert here are very used to each other." He cracks a humorous smile at that last part, always enjoying a good joke every now and then; in his line of work, a good sense of humor can go a long way.

When the Dark Knight lass steps in, Greg can't help but raise an amused eyebrow, and ask: "Yeah, you okay there, miss? You seem a bit...tipsy..." Seriously though, what cocktails has this lady been drinking? There's "drunk," then there's "shit-faced," then there's...whatever level of intoxication she's at...

[Noosie]

Raji's immediate response is rage. Thankfully for everyone involved her thought process is still getting back up to speed, meaning that rage arrives at nearly the same time as sanity. Forcing her hands to stay a safe distance from both the arrogant monk and from her sword, she meets the not entirely undeserved words with some more of her own. And for the first time since leaving her room, those words are something other than slurred profanity.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it, let's all talk down at the pissed knight. Like t'see you move in this crap y'lil git." This last part in punctuated with a glare at Shima, one rendered ineffective by both the visor of the helmet and the difficulty the unsteady warrior has in maintaining it.

"Now. Right." The plate-mail clanks as Raji shakes her head, trying to clear the red mist from her eyes. When she continues, her voice has lowered from a shout to merely being somewhat obnoxious. "If'n I heard correctly, you two are about to go after some poor sod with your fancy kung-fu and yer puny... "sword". I happen to like a bit of bountying myself, an' if I say so myself I can handle a fight or two. So I got to thinking, maybe if I were to come along, y'could go after some bigger game. More money for everyone, we're all happy, and if yer still sick'f me, we never see each other again. Howsabout it?"

Raji's attention remains mostly on Shima throughout her little speech, though she jerks her head towards Greg as she comments on his weapon. Were her face visible at the close of her proposal, and were she less likely to beat down anyone who said so, her look could almost be described as sheepish.

[MiscChaos]

"And that's why I don't try to wear something that I'm clearly not trained for." Shima says in dismissal of the Dark Knight's insult. And then it seems that her previous comment on assholes suddenly comes into play in a way she didn't expect. She's not going to turn someone away for being an asshole unless they prove themselves utterly useless. "Can you swing that sword straight? I'd hate to have to pick you off the ground after you cut your own leg off or something." she fixes the Knight with a piercing look, trying to figure out how useful she'd be with that look. She can possibly pass the drunkenness off as taking the news of being trapped in game horribly.

[Noosie]

The towering knight's immediate reaction to Shima's provocation is to let out a low guttural growl, one heavily armored foot thudding against the wooden floor before the little part of Raji's brain devoted to reason decides that trying to kill the monk, while satisfying, would get her no closer to either escape from this game or the strength she needs to make her way in the virtual world. So it is that she settles for imagining bloody vengeance instead of trying to act upon those impulses.

"I can use mine just as surely as lil' red o'er there wants ta stick you with 'is. Now, we gonna' get into a right proper pissing match or get on with it? If yer not gonna' let me on, I got places to be." Slowly but steadily the Dark Knight seems to be recovering a modicum of dignity and sobriety, her mind and body recovering from the beer-stained wringer she's put them through.

[MiscChaos]

Shima raises an eyebrow at how far she's managed to provoke this Dark Knight. She can't see her face or else she'd be able to tell a bit better, but in the interest of not having to stop a PK she might have to back off a bit. Or not. Really depends, though on what she doesn't know. She decides to ignore the implication that Greg wants to know her carnally since, frankly, that tidbit of information isn't important.

"I was merely asking if you were sober enough to not see double." she says in response to the first bit. "Now, I'm fine with you so long as you don't prove to be a hindrance, but there's more than one person on this team to approve of it." she glances at Greg, seeing how he feels on the abrasive Knight.

[joeyjoey61297]

"Well would you like to know what your dealing with about this man I dont know much but this tid bit should help."
Looking through her booklet she found what she was looking for about the guy. looking back up at the two bounty hunters greg and shima Jo says"So you will be working together that might help with this one. so do you want the info?" She said toying with them for fun.

[Zender_Solarheart]

Sensing that a fight could erupt from the present situation, Greg decides it's time to cool the jets. Stepping between Shima and the Dark Knight, he implores: "Easy girls, easy. Let's settle down now, before we go doing something we'd all regret later on, okay? It's Reily we're looking to hunt here, not each other." He then looks at the Dark Knight girl and adds: "And just for the record, it's not the sword that makes the fighter, but how you use it." His voice is kept as calm as the look in his eyes, showing no trace or hint of anything even remotely like hostility. "A house divided against itself cannot stand," as Mr. Lincoln once said.

"So...we cooled off yet?"

Once the girls confirm that, Greg sits back down, turns back to Jo, and replies: "Yes, please. Let's hear it."

[MiscChaos]

"I'm perfectly calm." Shima says, looking to Greg with some confusion. She wasn't getting heated or anything like that, just speaking her mind. With hopefully the PR out of the way, they can move on to something actually useful. Like say, getting some information.

[Noosie]

The Dark Knight responds with a snort of laughter before grabbing a chair and slowly sitting down, wincing as the wood creaks beneath the combined weight of her body and armor. A minute or so of shifting to get the broadsword comfortably positioned on her back fills the air with little squeaking noises as the furniture protests this mistreatment.

"I dunno lil' red, wi' a wee blade like that ah don't think all tha skill inna world'll get yer blade inta yer enemy's flesh. An if tha fancy-ass monk's done, so'm I. Let's get ta business then."'

[daxtinator396]

Dax finally had managed to stumble over to the bounty board and his focus had started to come back. The stumble grew less pronounced. He was still a little bit tipsy but not too terribly tipsy to read. So read he did. He pored over the bounty board a few other people where going over as well and decided on that Reily fella. He didn't look to scary. He went back over to the bar to stop the bar and saw the quarrel. This was unfortunate,"Hey. You guys should cheer up abit! You all going after that Reily fella? I'd like to tag along." He said sitting at the bar and smiling at Jo.

[MiscChaos]

Shima almost feels like throwing her hands in the air in exasperation, but instead settles for rubbing her temples. "ANOTHER drunk. Are we attracting them or something?" she mutters under her breath as she tries to move past her annoyance. "OK, we're in a bar. Drunks can be expected. But why the fuck do they keep gravitating over here!?" gathering what little patience she has left, she looks up and damn near glares at the guy.

"And why, pray tell, should we let you in? At least the Knight is sobering up. You're obviously still in the throes of whatever alcohol you've chosen to consume." she says aloud for the first time

[daxtinator396]

"I may be drunk but I can still hear girlie." He says tapping his cat ears perched atop his head,"I like a lot of people aren't very happy with the situation we are in now I've decided its time to do something. now I can see your frustrated but I can bring something to the table if you let me. Now may I join?" He asks with a slight annoyance. Already being shot down before being hiving a chance. Everyone had their ways of coping. This was his. Now he was done and was ready to work.

[Noosie]

"I'd say three ways is more'n enough to be splitting the bounty, an' I sure as hell ain't working with some coward as hides behind a shield." The knight's voice positively drips with disdain as she looks the even newer newcomer up and down, giving another snort whenever she finds some aspect of him lacking. She then gives her best shit-eating grin before continuing, lifting her visor enough to make her raised eyebrow visible. "In fact, I can't think o' ah single use fer you scept bait, kitty."

The knight's mood has most definitely been improved by this opportunity to dish out some more verbal abuse, almost to the point where her little impulse management problem isn't making full use of her thoughts. And so it is that she finds herself contemplating coming up with a long-term plan of some sort, maybe even putting in an effort to beat this bloody game and get back home. This thought is set aside for later consideration as she starts thinking up rather graphic and unpleasant "uses" for the cat-boy.

[joeyjoey61297]

Tired of waiting for all the people to get there stuff together and decide who's going join turned to Greg and said listen
"It may be a level one bounty but dont be fooled this guy isn't an easy target he is sly and dangerous."
pausing for a second to look down at her book again she started to read off some of the info.
"He always has a large group of about 8 men with him. So if your going I would bring back up he himself isnt to strong but he plays the numbers game with his group of mercs. That's all I now if you need supplies I can happily help you in fact I suggest bringing some first aid kits just in case. He might use poison. "
Taking a deep breath Jo finished her last word and went back in the back room carrying her chair and book to put them away leaving that door she turned and locked it, making sure it was shut tight.

[MiscChaos]

"I stand by what I said: We've been attracting an inordinate amount of drunk people and I should've expected it sitting in a bar." Shima says, still glaring at the man. She's annoyed that the cat heard thoughts she was keeping to herself, finding it a little rude. She realizes that's irrational, but that's still the way she feels. The problem, Shield Kitty, is that you're STILL drunk. That is worrisome since I'd be trusting you with my back while you are drunk. Do you see where the problem may lie for me?" Ignoring Shield Kitty for the time being and the Dark Knight's disparaging words to him, she instead tunes in to what the Barmaid is saying since that's leagues more important.

"I thank you for this information. she says, bowing a bit in her seat as she does. She has things for basic injuries, but nothing for poison or debilitations like that. that might a problem...