Welcome to Gaia! ::

The two took a quick look around the room to see who was there. Chase recognized a couple of the ladies in the area from the base, though this wasn't quite the case for Severin. With a smile, he headed towards the group and waved before glancing over his shoulder to make sure his buddy wasn't still standing by the door.

Severin remained where he was a little longer, still hesitant about the bar and the people within. He glanced behind at his zoid, where his organoid decided to stay by for the time being. Then, finally giving in, he let out a big sigh and shuffled over where the other pilot had gone.

"Looks like today's pretty busy here, mind if we sit here?" Chase asked.

Skylar gave a nod, it was true his armor didn't get dented very much and he retained his shine through Angelina's care and not being tarnished by weather When she's on duty I'm not allowed to leave the base, he clarified She's always worried I'll get hurt. he chuckled a little. She did care quite a bit for the dragon, and in return the dragon cared right back. I only wish sometimes I was larger so I could help more. He did quite enjoy talking to this other dragon.

So tell me what all have you seen on your travels? His energy wings flicked off and he looked like Maelthra now except with holes on his back where his wings would appear.

Marica glanced over at Regent. As he Approached "Interrupting I think we just finished." she said casually. As he sat beside her. Marica put her empty wine glass on the bar. She raised her brow and chuckled "Traveling sales weasel mm?"

"And are you paying for this round?" she asked Regent. "Or perhaps there's a hidden catch."

Skylar's metallic eyes glinted with interest. An Ancient? Skylar had thought all the ancients were in deep slumber, something must have caused them to wake. What ere they like? the blue dragon asked then waited for the other to explain.

Shora grinned.

“Thanks, your Sniper’s quite the piece of work too! The only other thing I’ve seen that many weapons on was a Gunblaster a few years ago,” this was said in all seriousness – there weren’t many things which could outgun a Gun Sniper LT, especially in the same size class.

Now she sat quietly, waiting for Thera to speak. To be honest she was genuinely interested in how the cadet’s Shield Liger was coping with the greatly increased work load as of late.

"My Name's Angelina Solaris, I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself sooner"

Angelina gave a nod "And what name did he give you?" she asked curiously. It'd be interesting to know, she thought. She'd realized she hadn't even introduced herself until now, which was the reason he'd asked why.

"Because I'm the Pilot of the White Wingblade." that should explain the name.

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A quiet chuckle escaped her as she listened to Ander and Regent Banter. They seemed to be close friends it was quite amusing too to listen to them.

Regent turned his attention back to her. A game.. mmm? This might be fun. "Fine, I agree." she said matching his smile with a smirk. Luck wasn't usually her strong suit but lately things had been going fairly well.

"Let's get this game started."

Returning to his seat, Blade sat back and just began to think about a few various things. After a little while, he drew out an ornate dagger of sorts that he had found the night of the living dead. Looking it over some, he did wonder if it had anything to do with the zombies. But seeing how it had no signs of rust and was relatively clean, that probably wasn't the case.

The chances were that it belonged to one of the rogues that attended the party that night.

Dante had been vaguely listening in to Marcia's conversation but also trying to pay attention to those around him. Seeing the new people come in, paying attention of the MRZ's that were playing with one another and talking as well as their owners. It was an interesting place to pick up some bits of information that if paid close enough attention to could be put together to get the whole picture.

He heard the traveling sales weasel comment and smirked to himself. He wondered what people thought of him when hes traveling around, fixing Zoids he comes across and selling parts. He heard them talk about something about a game and for parts and figured he would put in his two cents about now.

"I hope you have a stash of your own Marcia, he's not taking parts from my stash." He smiled as he took a big swig from his glass and another shot. He then waved down the bartender for refills, paying and tipping generously.