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Tacker clicked its metalic mandibles for a few moments and recoiled as the 'friendly' hand was outstretched. The palmsized spider lifted its front legs as it processed what the proper next course in action should be. This one here, the cyclopse fleshy, didn't seem so bad. Perhaps it would help defeat the evil stick! In a friendly gestured, and in processing what humans did when they first greeted, it shook 'digits' with this outstretched hand with a limb of its own It was quite satisfied with this move. Tacker inched closer to this person, while Talon wasn't paying any attention to it. Or, barely any attention.

Meanwhile, Talon had been regarding the other pilot carefully. Well, not any more carefully than he already had been in the beginning,but a bit more carefully than before. This one seemed to have seen similar things, or experienced great loss that brought on this fantastic 'luck'. As much as Talon guessed anyways. "If your luck involves spiked ceilings and the like, I'd be more than happy to write a petition to get Lady Luck herself to pick on someone else for a while" A small smirk replaced that thoughtful frown for a few moments before neutrality set in.

Every so often Talon would focus his senses on that door, wondering where that raptor was... And he could tell that the amazon yonderways was quite interested in the disappearance too. His danger senses were tingling... this wasn't going to be a simple drink it seemed.

Regent looked from Marcia, as his free hand moved to tug at his twin braided beard. His eyes slipped back to Risk and her words, as they where inquired upon. He wouldn't say anything about what the islander woman next to him announced, he just grinned as on that subject that was the voodoo's story to tell.

Nodding to Marcia and her nod, his spectacle gaze found her attention once more. A breath chuckle left his slightly cracked lips, evidence of a mild fit of dehydration. His hand moved from his beard to the white die on the table, a new subject a chance new bout for luck. A merchant had to make his money somehow.

"Ah, a roll for a answer for a question. Thems the rolls Missy." Regent kindly reminded her as his hand moved from the gesture of the die to a wagged finger tip to the bandit.

New inquire about same subject-still had to roll....

And as to what he knew fully, well...Only a well chosen question could attest to such and a roll of a die would revile.

"You concern for dat man?" Risk inquired with a slight tilt of her head. "I dun think it would be wise fo you to continue association with such a being." She added with a slow shake of her head.

Golden eyes had studied Marcia closely as she reacted and responded to the information given. Even Regent had failed to get anything past these watchful eyes. She leaned forward as if sharing a very important secret before she hummed quietly. "But let meh tell you, crazy outcasts do deh best out in dis crazy wurld which spat dem out..."

A small bit of comfort at least.

When Regent insisted that the dice be rolled again Risk leaned back in her chair and said no more, not even an offer to blow on the dice again.

Kreig finally peeked in the doorway brandishing a pack of cards in his hands. He looked about the room to make sure that his partner and his guest were still in the room. As he walked past the threshold of the door his holdup was made obvious.... The Raptor organoid entered the room with a puff-of a dinosaur known as 'Moe' on his back standing next to the shiny-metal bird Atelius (Whom had vanished months ago during Talon's encounter with the Bio ZOID Catastrophe.) The Bird ruffled his metallic feathers ruffled with joy as he saw Talon across the way.

Regent shifted his gaze back to his Islander, his free shoulder shrugged, as he thought on Risk's words. His lips slowly parted to a amused toothy grin, to Risk's whispered words.

How fitting her words where.

Letting his hand rest back on the table, he let it slip to his drink. Moving the mug to his lips his gold eyes shifted to the door as it opened once more. It was habit for the Barter, to know his surroundings at all times.

One could not miss out on a possible costumer, now could they?

Setting the mug down, Regent took the time to move his hand to his lips in a ponder and learned over to Risk as if to say something. Though he only looked to her at the corner of his glasses having them taken from the Gentleman's reunion and laughter. They seemed to be having fun.

Blitz's eyes shifted back to Tacker, as he skittered in a circle, and his finger moved and pointed at the being. He looked back to Talon. "I Like Tacker." He stated matter-of-factly, with a nod, that seemed to say; 'ever one should have a Tacker'. He could already hear a little jingle in his head: 'tack on, -clap- tack fun -clap- it's a Tacker. -clap clap-'

As Talon erupted with laughter, Blitz's finger slipped to his lips as he let them part with a grin.

He did enjoy when his 'work' seemed oh, so appreciated in any form of a reaction. "You like that, do ya?" He smirked only to let his hand shift from his lip to a gentleman's hand off of a roll of his wrist.

"Touche', good sir." Masters answered to his comment of juciery, he then let his hand and wrist tumble down and off the side with a bob of his head for a bow for his clever statement.

A silent sigh of relief couldn't help but leave Blitz, as he noticed his Dapper of a dino return.

"Oh, brought some known friends did you? Is that what kept you; good, sir?" Mischief asked looking up to his partner as his hand moved to the dark whine bottle at Talon's request. More so amused by the new guests and Talon's reaction.

"Of course, happy reunion. Drinks all around." The Male grinned mildly as he skillfully tipped the neck of the bottle into a spare glass for Talon. Careful to not slosh the deep red liquid.

"And Please share, I do love a good story." Blitz answered looking from the glass with his single eye to let it rest back upon the gentleman that shared the table with him.

Parting his lips in a grin, Regent's smile only softened with amusement at Risk's own growing. He was admittedly a little happy, to see her smiling and relaxing even if it was just a bit-especially after the little surprise they had been welcomed with.

It was fun, and Oh, the trouble they could cause....and did.

"Ain't that our luck, Love." Regent spoke tossing his hand to the air of the bar, letting out a breath. "We go fishing, only to have to have the fish swim off or already be well fed." He huffed, how is a Barter suppose to make his living with a lack of customers.

Perhaps, it wasn't the best place to come for the Trade.

Oh well.

Turning his head, Regent looked back to his Islander and let his elbow shift on the table where his hand propped up his head. Letting his gold eyes remain on his voodoo woman, who had him oh so bewitched.

At least they got 'out' and they where in no hurry to leave.

"Do you think it's the beard?" Regent asked quizzically as he raising his head a little, he pointed his finger at the twin set of braids. Bright eyes shifted to the corner of his gaze under the glasses as if to see the white tied strands.

"And the cotten-ball you are about to unleash is not?" Regent asked, as her finger tips worked the braids from their careful twists.

"Hmm.." Left Regent as his head tilted just a little upward, so she would-though 'effortlessly' done- would make it easier. Watching her out of the bottom of his gaze, a laid back grin rested on his lips.

"Talented with your finger tips, like always." The old man spoke letting his grin twist into a smirk as he looked to his Islander black mojo mommba Momma.

The thought of the Dapper party across the way, quickly left his mind as he focused on his better half next to him.

"Hmn, you-" Risk begun her words coyly and so confidently, but the rest of the sentence was dropped as was her confident air at the sight of the new being and her shadow entering the bar.

Her mouth hung ajar as golden eyes followed the woman to the counter where the bartender was promptly getting her supplies. Of all people to run into on an information gathering task, the republic soldier of 'legend'. Oh, but there was more to it than just the legend. That black shadow behind her, there was no mistake... she was here!

Risk's hands moved away from Regent's goatee as she quickly pushed her chair back and lifted from her seat. All intent to approach the Republic soldier was written on her posture and gaze. Eyes had been removed from regent and all focus was on the soldier.

"Kyreah." The islander spoke under her breath, the accent thicker as if the words had been held than suddenly released desperately.

Not long after Kai had entered the bar another figure covered from head to toe in dust ridden rags cautiously entered the bar. Shadow concealed eyes scanned the area before settling on Regent. Once sight had been locked on him the tall figure, roughly 6' 3", made his bold approach to the merchant. As he stormed closer one could make out a scared cheek and the raven colored stubble lining the man's chin and jaw.