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Regent couldn't help but let his lips part in a smile as he watched Risk twitch slightly.

"Don't I always?" The Male spoke in a hum, before his sharp gaze seemed to soften as Risk gave his hand a little nuzzle.

"Awe now, that is a look of endearment." Regent spoke to the bandit as spoke to Risk. Shifting his hand on her shoulder, he rubbed it affectionately and the bit of her neck with his single hand before he moved to the chair beside the Islander, and next to Marcia.

"And yes, she is quite skilled in all forms of hand to hand and all sorts of violent engagements..." The monger spoke of bodyguard giving the islander a little wink, as she huffily folded her arms. He implied more...

His free hand shifter to his bag at his side, just past the duster he wore. Leaning his elbow on the table, his hand pulled out a single white familiar die. He show it to Marcia as it balanced between his left ring finger and middle finger. Closing his hand he reviled a second black one between his pointer and middle.

"The first roll is of normal cost. 20 Zi sound fair? Hmmm?" Regant parted his trickster lips.

This is how he sold his information, like how he sold anything-it was a game. Information in a way was given for free....how much was dedicated by the Die, and it cost to roll.

"The second roll, and cost is dictated by this 6 spot black die the number it lands on determines the multiple of what you pay. Though you can make the choice to play for it, that is-if you still want the information. "

"How much information you get is chosen by the white die." The barter explained and gave a smile to the woman beside him.

"So you still feeling lucky rogue?" Regent grinned with curious gold eyes as he looked to Marcia.

Risk lost all tenseness as Regent begun to massage her shoulder and neck. Her arms unfolded a bit as he released a soft hum, almost equivalent to a mechanical cat's purr. Her head rolled back slightly than forward so more of her neck would be exposed to the touch. However, the moment was promptly lost as his hand was removed. Her lips thinned as her arms returned to their folded position across her chest.

"I dun like sharein'... 'specially what rightfully belongs to meh, and meh wurk child.." She coolly spoke before letting the corner of her mouth arch upward in an almost sinister grin. "Ova my dead bode'h I be lettin' ano'dah take part of what be 'wholl'eh mine. An I won't be keelin ova so soon. I preffer deh killin'."

A fair and indirect warning should Marcia think it be funny to pester further. No, she didn't expect Marcia to do anything so rash, but it was always good to be prepared. When Regent begun to speak of his deal with Marcia Risk closed his mouth, the dark grin faded with her words. Her employer was working and she would let him do so, however she still kept a hawk-eyed attention on the bar as if expecting the lot of them to turn at any moment.

Kerig tilted his head to Blitz as he begun to speak in a more bold fashion. Ah, he had been so distracted by the smelly one he had forgotten to count his sips. Or, at least he had forgotten to pat attention to how much? Perhaps not. He had a good sense about him, but the organoid could hardly blame him. That last human seemed an unpleasant company. Very very... He ceased the thought before he dwell on it too much. At least he had the decency to exit.

Carefully Kreig raised his head and begun to work his way around the table without knocking anything over with his tail or large claws.

"Oh, there is both. But the cards, I will go get those for you two..." he hummed, gave Risk a glance than turned attention toward the back door. It would be easy to access the ZOID from that access.

Eyes. He felt a heavy pair of eyes on him. Not possibly unfriendly, just openly hostile and no nonsense. It was that twitch on the back of his neck that reminded him of reasonable danger nearby. It urged his moves to be cautious. Thankfully, it was no where near where he was sitting right now. It would be dealt with when the time came, and not a moment before. He liked things that didn't attack without fair warning.

Tacker was still fascinated by this other glass that it stared at it and then moved its optic eyes to stare at the attached fleshling. In an unblinking stare, the highly advanced processors stored away information as Tacker instinctively cleaned its front mandibles. This one seemed a bit darker than its current master. Had the same haze about him too. ( Was it a He? Humans all looked alike.) He glanced at the raptor organoid and noticed something odd about it as well. This was filed away, but probably wouldn't be shared. Tacker was, after all, a gift for the Imperial General and it knew it.

Talon had to admit it, he liked this guy. Why did he end up meeting really awesome Republic Soliders that made him question this feud between the nations? It must be fate that was weaving itself in a way. Probably doing that whole Lassie thing with Timmy stuck in a well and no one would listen to a stupid dog. Except the poor guy that could understand dog. He didn't sign up for this. "Yes. I seem to collect them against my better wishes. Don't wield big sticks around this guy. He'll try to attack it. " His gaze drifted to the small spider that was slowly crawling back over to now investigate this bottle thing. Silently, Talon wanted Tacker to knock it over just for the panic it would instill, but wine bottle were sturdy and the spider really was harmless--thank the gods.

His gaze turned from the spider to the really vague question and apology, his mouth twitched in a slight smile, " Ah, I'm sorry. You can call me Talon. " Talon didn't expect to learn the other's name, as was the right of those that had the table before him. He was, after all, a guest at the strange solider's table in neutral territory with rogues and very irritable barmen. A nod was given to the extremely polite organoid that was quite nimble on its feet, Talon noted.

The sudden vocal raise made Talon raise an eyebrow quesioningly, and take a pointed sip of his water. Tacker, on the other hand, just kinda blinked and skittered aorund the table, lifting up coasters and getting closer to these book things. What were they, it wandered. It was then that Talon reached out and pulled the spider back to him. " Indeed, but inside voices are quite nice too. Four walls echo more than I care to like. "

Letting His hand rest back on the table, Blitz turned his head to give the intriguing spider another single eye look as it stared at him back.

"Hmpth..." Left the male with a upward nod of his head, before his head turned to look back to Talon.

"Thank you, Kreig..." The soldier nodded to his Partner as he moved to get the card. He was such a great friend, especially the timely was implacable. And he was lucky to have such a partner, with him and Squall. Chase had left him quite the legacy.


"I will keep that in mind, and count yourself blessed to have such a friend." Blitz then spoke once more to Talon, moving his hand to rest on top of his books, casually he pulled them closer to him-even as the spider was wrangled in. Call it habit. And he didn't mind the creature, infact-he was comfortable by it. Any friend that, Blitz ever had aside from Chase dawned the skin of metal.

Just the book where a bit....Precious.

"Well met, I am Masters." The Republic soldier spoke and tilted his head just a little as his fingers found themselves once more at his chin and goatee. "Tell-me, you have heard of me."

Chuckling, Blitz brought his voice back down to a more somber once. "So be it...." The man spoke before moving his hand back to the bottle and he tipped it to his glass. gently pouring the liquid.

"...but it is a bar." He added, and would raise his voice again-if he so liked.

Though being rather pleasant and relaxed.

He was still a a**....


"And, friend. Repectfully- " Blitz spoke calmly, and in a friendly tone-he wasn't going to be quieted if he didn't want to be. He had enough for orders in one day...especially with his 'reinstated' promotion, he actually had been trying to be 'good'.
The General seemed to believe in him enough.

His head turned to look back at Talon as he set the bottle down, and he gaze a smile.


"I will do as I like."

Barely did Talon notice the possessive gesture around the books. Things like that were old and should be treasured, and he probably would have asked had he known Blitz better to at least look at them. Old stuff was something Talon loved...and the whole reason he was trapped in this mess in the first place. Was 'trapped' the right word? He didn't know exactly why he had the feeling he didn't exactly want to leave the current situation he got himself into--the General got himself into actually.

Odd thoughts aside, and a spider again pinned under hand, he took another sip of his water to clear the scratchy grains that were forming in his throat. Talon couldn't help but chuckle softly at a statement that meant well. Clearly the man had never been bowled over by a small dinosaur or had their keys stolen from a pick-pocketing cuttlefish. " Blessings are always mixed, but thank you. "

Politely, the Imperial solider bobbed his head at the introduction. The continuation of the sentence had Talon thinking carefully. Had he? "Maybe I have, but I don't come across too many friendly Republic solider's. Then again, your name is familiar. I may have heard of you in passing. " Silently he prayed this other never heard of him, but then he didn't know whom this man talked to. While it was nice to be known by the enemy in peaceful times, but these times were suddenly becoming far more chaotic than he would like.

The small spider drummed its feet on the counter, and Talon let the bug up for a bit. He felt a corner of his face twitch upwards in a smirk. It was a bar, indeed. It was downright expected that some folks are loud and obnoxious. "I frankly could care less what you do, friend. But four walls echo a bit more than I would like, and that lovely barbarian yonder has kept me on edge this entire time. " He trailed off as he thought, a hand moving to scratch at the stubble on his chin he had no time to shave off.

"Do you know an 'Angelina Solaris'? " he asked, seemingly out of nowhere. It had been bothering him that he hadn't heard anything from her since the horrible accident. Maybe this person could ease his fears that the worse had happened...or open up an entirely different bag of doom.

Regent pulled his golden eyes from the Islander as he watched her icy complexion warm into a more content and happy one. Chuckling softly to himself he let the plam hand let it's felt rest on Risk's shoulder, his finger tips still softly playing with the braid of hair. His gaze moved over to Marcia, it was good of her to let Risk blow on the dice, in doing so some luck couldn't help but be struck (+2 to the roll. -Islander luck-)

As the die was cast and dropped on the table, Regent pulled his sight form his island paradise to the white item that tumble and roll.

His glasses reflected what dim light was in the bar as he looked at Marcia.

"Well, lookie there." The Barter spoke, "A nice, High fifteen..."

"I think your luck is turning around...*ahem* Marcia." Regent spoke, almost adding the word 'my dear', or something else of the like, but it caught and remained from his lips as his orange gaze looked to Risk-being reminded of the 'playful' bite he was given. Which was well, deserved after all..

"lady luck, must have a thing for the ladies tonight..." He added, the comment would safice, as he looked to the other woman at the table.