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In the corner of a bar in a 'usual' spot, Blitz swished a crystal glass in his hand. The liquid was a deep red, and it's bottle rested on the table. The wine was a 'wet' one, and had a sweet rosy taste. His other hand was occupied with a book, poised carefully for his single eye as it read along the lines of...yes, poetry.

Moving the Glass to his lips, Masters took a elegant sip of the red wine before he set it aside and slowly slipped a finger to carefully turn a page.

His ebony hair was pulled back in a tie, to not hinder his single sight too much. It was hard enough to see with the issue of depth perception. Though, of course he had adjusted and adapted.

Underneath the shadow of his poised book and hand was that of a more leathery, worn, and vary much used....Dari-....journal. Next to it was a vary fine writing pen. A favorite, and well worn-this was noticeable by the faded area's with a firm grip was kept when in use.

His hands didn't adore any gloves. His lean torso was adorn with a dark grade Military button up shirt-left unbutton to reveal the cotton undershirt, the cuffs where carefully rolled past his elbows and fastened to sleeve by a button. Naturally it went well with the set of cargo pants he wore, who's ends where tightly closed by the raised neck of a laced set of boots.

Relaxing after a day of work....He didn't bother to change out of his work cloths.

For now, he relished in the moment of memories at his usual spot at the lone table over looking the rest of the bar.

At last. The infamous bar that Talon always never had time to visit. Now he had all the time in the world . . . or enough time to figure out what he was going to do with this sudden time he had to explore and keep off the radar of the Empire and the Republic all while dodging rogues that wanted his Tyrant and The Old Man.

But speaking of the ye olde Saberfang, it was parked miles out and just chilling in its original sentinel fashion. It was quite menacing. Poor thing needed a nap after all that running and excitement less the core sprung a crack.

( Really, it isn't all too important where his Zoid's are. )

With Tacker tucked in a pocket and peeping out once in a while, Talon made a less noisy enterence. The Imperial emblem on his shirt was faded from time, and his flight suit's arms were tied around his waist. Despite his less than clean appearance, at least he didn't smell like high hell. That was what oasis and aquifers were for. Tyrant's scanning system came in handy sure enough.

The first thing he took note of was not the smelly man grinning stupidly and asking for beer. Nay. It was the absolutely beautiful organoid sitting quite politely and quietly while --Talon could only assume-- its partner read a book. He truely hadn't meant to, but he found himself staring blankly in that direction with a longing for the destructive and adorable Moe and Cuddles and whatever nonsense they would have gotten into. Bowling over the waitresses? Absolutely. Suddenly getting absolutely fascinated by a peanut shell? Indeed. That controled chaos the two created would have been a great distraction from the incredible homesickness and just pure ill at ease.


A few 'Tcks' from a pocket, and Talon found himself a seat and let the mechanical spider run around on the table for a bit. Not many people liked spiders and it showed that only the bravest of the waitresses came around to take his order. Soon enough he had himself a bottle of a mid-grade vodka and a glass. Of course, the girl didn't quite get the currency conversion which irritated the already stressed solider-on-forced-leave-against-everyone's-will-but-that-one-crazy-bitches.

He gave up, and just handed over the ammount she asked for, which wasn't the actual cost of the drink, but he was tired of arguing. His head was starting to hurt, and before he could even finish rubbing his forehead, Tacker the Spider found himself a new glass Fedora. Sigh... He found the weird ones.

"When one has the time and money." Blitz smiled a little to the complement. "though it's a shame that it most likely will only be noticed after my death. Like all the great earth born writers..." Masters spoke shifting his thumb to the top middle of the page, a way to not soil and ware the corners.

Letting out a sigh he eye smoothly rolled over the first line: 'As still and unnoticed as the shadow that is castes by the moonlight, so it the fleating of days. Only noticed as the Sun's light has cast it away.'

A breath released from Blitz, as his eyes closed-knowing the little finishing of the thought of his own works with out see the fine curve of ink.

'relish the day.'

Noticeably there was a time he was of a different mindset, when his heart wasn't filled with bitterness, and hopelessness. Consumed by a dark black spot upon a whitewash wall. Solid. Still. Stoic. Unmoved. Quaked only defalcated by the splash of rage, that cast the ink liken to a waterfall to the soul. Niagara falls, consuming the pit of one's heart, the rapids that swell thundering and deafening one's senses selfishly and only to them...

This is what his poetry was filled with now.

A quiet anger.

"Or in A better time..." Blitz finished his taught, watching the pages of the book of poety. He sensed the eyes that set up on him and his Sir of a partner.

"And It's seems you have gained quite the lime-light tonight, Krieg." Mischief mused as his finger tip took another page, turning it over.

"Well, the -really- great ones are still alive when their works are recognized. Death just makes them... antique?" Kreig hummed as he lifted his head and tapped the edge of his chin with a well sharpened claw.

His little ponder was suddenly caught off as the attention was brought his attention. The claw lowered from his chin as the feathers atop his head perked forward. Azure eyes scanned the entire bar.

"hmn..." He hummed again. A mental note was taken for every eye that he had seen upon the two. "It could be you? I don't mean to be the organoid in the room... buuuut~"

The claw returned to his chin, this time he held the pose. His chest puffed a little to accent the stance. Eyes scanned the bar once more. This time they lingered on the smelly guy and the 'Imperial' shirt man. The former was unsettling, something about him was very off. The latter... well, there was a strange impulse to tackle him and attempt to stand on his head. That one seemed, friendly.

Talon didn't jump when words were uttered loudly in the quiet din of the rest stop. In fact, he wasn't really alarmed at all until he found himself somewhat addressed with half a mouthful of vodka. He'd call this one crazy, but Talon saw the face of crazy. This one was only a few rungs up from sanity. Or so he could tell.

And the small talk was absolutely horrendous. Tacker clicked and 'Tsk'ed in disapproval, adjusting its 'fez' and deciding it needed to find something to make a bowtie with now. Not that spiders could have bowties or there was anything on the table that would make a good bowtie. Talon, on the other hand just raised an eyebrow, made a noncommittal grunt, finished his glass, and poured himself another drink. " You don't say? " Talon said. How that much sarcasm dripped from his words was a mysterious feat indeed, but it did.

Tacker clicked its metalic mandibles again, crossed its front legs and attempted to look menacing. It eyed the larger Sir organoid and realized that it had no chance at all. Oh,woe to the flamy oil pot! That would have put them on not quite so equal grounds. Somehow, Talon sensed that the spider was plotting something and pushed the hat down over the head of the mechanical beast, thus disarming the spider. Or well, distracting the spider enough that it now flailed about trying to get the hat off that was weighted with a hand.

His gaze turned to Blitz and Kraig, curious to their reaction to this smelly, chattery thing. That, and he wasn't comfortable with the way the raptor looked at him.

"You are not the common sort B-" Kreig lowered his claw followed by his head until his chin nearly rest on Blitz's shoulder. The feathers on his head raised at the sight of the smelly man approaching. Lucky for the Organoid he didn't -have- to smell anything. He could sense the stench, but could opt to have his sensors filter it out within moments.

Azure eyes flashed as he glanced over the man's poor stature. He looked completely deprived, as if the life had been slowly sucked from his flesh. Something else seemed off about the lad. This something was felt in a strange sensor that he had acquired -after- that strange incident when his original pilot was killed. Which was also what had copied Chase's personality -perfectly- to his memory. Another 'something' that may have pricked a familiar cord with the mechanical spider from the ancient temple.

Unfortunately he was not able to communicate via 'telepathy' or mental link to his pilot. Instead the feathers on his head rattled as a low hiss snaked past his now quite visible white fangs.

Kreig's display caught the eye of the owner and his thick-framed bull Organoid, whom still was tasked with keeping the peace. The old bull snorted a warning to the mechanical raptor.

There wasn't enough drink in this world to satisfy that itch in the back of Talon's throat when he was rhetorically asked how much trouble he had seen. Or was the smelly one referring to actual land? A nervous shift and more drink was poured and embibed in. At this rate, Talon would have to let Tyrant autopilot to where the saberfang was while he napped it off. " Not by choice. " He found himself admitting that fact he pointed out in almost all of his reports. None of this trouble he asked for, trouble just liked him and was in the form of a crazy frightening scythe Zoid and that scary masked lady. Oh and every mechanical thing wanting to just latch on to him and get snuggles.

"Believe me, you don't want to see any of these. I got lucky. Really lucky. " Then got bulldozed by a red menace trying to escape a invasion of fire-belching six legged mechanical salamanders and forced on an unscheduled scouting mission. he added mentally as he released the spider from its glassy hat prison. It played dead for a bit, rolling around on its back as though defeated. Talon flipped the spider back over and was mildly amused at the retorts betwixt the two. And the rise out of the bull Organoid by the bar counter. A few almost caring strokes down the spider was had, and Talon was now a bit more curious of this person that sat himself down and stank of high hell.

Wretched Beast? This didn't bring any alarms, but it was most curious. So many things could be called that. And with the way the man was looking and acting, Talon had the distinct impression he didn't want to know. A very distinct impression. The exact emotion was ' Oh s**t, her. ' Talon's gaze fell on Blitz and Kreig, taking a leap of faith to judge his reaction off of theirs. They seem like they were a bit saner --not to mention had a bath far more recently-- but that could be debatable.