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"None taken. I'm used to such mistakes happening. No dents occurred I hope? "
Ah...that was right. These ancient sentinels had pride issues and were always arguing who among them guarded the better pilot. He paid Atelius' prattling as old man talk -- thus choosing to ignore it completely-- while he politely thanked the other human for the glass of wine. Glancing down at the bird, he snorted as two of the fingers gently directed the base of the crystal challis in a lazy spiral. " It's good to see you too. " The free hand of his came down to brush the birdbrain's crest feathers in a forgiving gesture. They would certainly have a talk later on about what had happened and Talon would figure out a way to prevent such a thing from ever happening again.

"Of course, I don't know where to begin. " without telling everything that happened... too many ears, and I know I could trust you, but... I'd rather not. . Amazingly, Talon took a sip of the wine without knocking the happy dino on his head off. Not really the kind he liked, but it wasn't the worse. Tasted better than that stuff served at banquets anyways.

He gaze shifted from the glass to the host, "Let's see, Moe and I were exploring one of the old ruins when he managed to get ourselves into a rather tricky situation. Found an old pressure plate that cause quite.. um.. fun times to happen. Plaster floors over delicious spikes, falling ceilings, water traps with electricity, rolling boulders, mechanical squids... It's a bit hazy " Moe let out a bark of agreement, not really wanting to add more to that. He wanted to say there was this nice lady that helped them, but that wasn't really his place. That little stump of a tail wagged back and forth. Tacker eyed this dinosaur like it was the plague... It had been around when The Stick came down and defeated him. " Oh, the squids have little laser beams on the end of their tentacles. And they don't like... mechanical birds... "

He wasn't quite done with the story, as there was Tacker and the final temple to go over and edit out stuff. " That one was a break from unintentional diplomatic associations that proved positive to our allegiances. I seem to be cursed when it comes to exploring ancient structures; I gain mechanical companions and attempt to get killed at the same time." Or in this case, wind up exiled because some stupid old liger decided that there was something in the desert he needed to find. "I'm currently looking for something. I don't know what it is, but an old ZOID is leading the way. . . . "

Talon's eyes took on a distant quality as he thought about what he should probably say next. He was quite sure that the two off away would pick up his story and find the flaws and lack of forthcoming information. It really wasn't their business, since all the information he told was true, but they would probably sell it for a price should anyone come around asking for him. He left a mental note to see if he couldn't raise the price should any imperial loyal came around asking about him. . . The gut feeling was that it wouldn't be good if he was found before he found what he was looking for.

"Well, that was a shorter story than what I expected. "

Kreig took his stance along side Blitz after he had handed over the nostalgic deck of cards to his friend. Ah, his buzzed friend. Kreig's claws flexed as he gave the wine-happy poet a long side glance at the humans contemplation of pouring more wine. Oh, he would prevent that in a heart-beat.

Speaking, card games! He did love a good games of cards. Or so, he thought he did? His 'feathers' pricked upward as his eyes drew to the cards.Strangely, he remembered playing them with fleshy hands. Another memory from another body not his own.

It probably would be cheating to have him dealt in though, with his stellar poker face and all...

Atelius preened at the welcome petting from his most superior master. "Feathers" Preened as he felt his brilliant, and quite shining, display was an ode to his master's true brilliance.

"Short, but well told master." Atelius assured Talon with his puffed chest.

Though, he couldn't help but admire the beautiful words of the poet across the table. Green eyes flashed as a physical representation of this. "My name is Atelius good sir, and I must say, you are quite skilled at how you use your words." Though not nearly as good as his godly master...

"Ah!" Blitz's head bobbed in a nod, "That's the one." He grinned, ah old movies on the vid, it was amazing that they where still around, really.

"hmm, curiostiy is a funny thing, friend." Blitz spoke as he dealt out the rest of the cards. "Lucky you are not a cat, or a name similar" He answered, letting eye fallow the little favored spider. Damn, he loved that little guy.

""becareful you might loose a eye..." Mischeif chuckled cruelly to himself, as his eye closed briefly as if to show a wink. Oh God, he had a little bit to much to drink....He knew it, and he didn't give a flying-

"Poker?" Blitz asked, letting his eye open he tossed his chin a little to bob some ebony hair from his face to see Talon a bit better, and to keep a eye still on the surroundings.

Seeing Talon's eye shift over to the nosier table, Blitz shifted himself in his chair a bit to look over at the other table better.

"Hmpth." Left him, as he let his eyes move from them to the more interesting sight at the bar. Closing his eye he paused and let his foggy mind look back to the worn playing cards.

Blitz stubbornly dealt his metallic friend in, he did love a good challenge
and he did note on how Kreig reacted to his first master's deck.

"Let's see if you have the same tell..." The simi-blinded smirked as he looked to his dapper raptor.

As the Bird, excuse him-that was rude. Atelius looked at him, and addressed him, Blitz raised his eye to the feathered Friend.

"Atelius," Blitz perused in a hum, " I share your greeting." He sighed, and then smiled a bit more at the complement.

"Words are a wonderful vast concept, I am only a lowly puppet to their strings; their pull of rhyme, and whimsical things." He answered to the bird.

"How could I not be provoked to utter such a profound weapon to the soul. Empires have been destroyed with that of a single word and Worlds created with the confident shot of lone syllable. If existence couldn't help but shutter to such-who am I to keep it from welling up inside me?" The Poet asked rhetorically.

"Really, 'The Last Crusade' was the better one out of that three. " He smiled, shrugged and mentally winced at how close those old buildings were to exactly that kind of film. Moe let out a coo of agreement. It liked that one! That one had fun things in it. Talon found himself smirking, " It all depends on if the prize is worth the cost. I just need to figure out what the prize is. So far.. " a hand waved and he shook his head, "I've resigned to getting screwed over. Doing the right thing gets you labeled a traitor I hear nowadays. It really is a wonder any side has a standing army."

A sip of the wine was taken in. Talon forced his mind to ignore the bitterness and savor the fruity, elegant blend. Poker? " Hm? Sure. Don't ever really play it, but I'll give it a shot. Can't be running around the desert like a drunk skunk, now can we? "

Even so, he gazed down at the bird and very much wanted to punt the ancient sentinel across the room. "A wise man knows when to shut up, and how to be humble. You could learn something from that. " He then pointed to Blitz, "And stop encouraging him! " Tacker clicked in a slightly disaproving manner, mainly because he wanted the game to start.

The other pilot may have been a strange magnet for the even stranger mechanical creatures, but did he ever have good tastes in classics. Kreig, or Chase rather, had always like the Doom Temple himself. It just seemed to be filled with more adventure. Though, the Holey Grail one was very close behind that.

"Well, if you could find me a suitable hat... until than I'll just have to stick to the nude option." Kreig shrugged before pointing a claw at Blitz. He couldn't help "Though, I do not believe it would be wise to be waving your pasty tuckas about. That bull over there might get ideas... with that in mind I would also advise against getting too drunk."

Atelius' feathers flattened a moment at the response he gotten. Of course his pilot would have known such wise wisdom! Oh, but why would he- The bird opened his beak to protest and further praise his master, however the small glisten from the spiky organoid from across the way finally got his eye. Feathers bristled once more before he hopped to the other side of Talon to 'hide' himself from the true ancient organoid.

His beak clicked a few times. What was Primoris doing here?

"Is that so?" Blitz spoke, as he looked about his cards a sigh left him. Draft, could it being a family tradition be label under 'Draft'.

"Upper class, eh?" He then added putting three cards back into the pile, and drew three more. His steel gaze drifted about the cards as another sigh prused his lips as Krieg spoke.

As tacker moved to the Deck and drew two new cards for Talon, a little chuckle left Blitz as single eye left the spider to return back to his hand. His steady hand moved the cards about in his hand, before they folded them together. So no prying eyes could see them.

"Perhaps.." Left Blitz, as his single gaze moved back to the others in the bar. How many of the people around them had interesting surprise, that was carried to them via complements of 'fate'.


"We will have to get you that hat then, Krieg." Masters spoke the Dino, he of course wasn't drunk-but he didn't need to be to go out streaking if he wanted. He did consider his body a work of art after all.

"And yes." He then hummed. " we wouldn't want that..." The male spoke....

He resigned his cards to the hand of the spider. Upper class? An eyebrow rose and Talon laughed. Scratching at his neck he shrugged, "No. I am far from that bunch. My blood is too steeped in metal and oil to be one of them. "

Curiosity pulled at him, and Talon took a quick look at his cards. Somehow that spider knew what it was doing. He was mildly impressed...Machines had all the luck it seemed. "Took work as a scrapper to get through education, then ended up drafted after landing work in the city once the Battle Commission folded. " he added to clear anything up. Most of that was on his public profile and no doubt folks knew all sorts of things about him on either side.

His gaze lifted to the dino in thought. Indeed Kreig would look quite snazzy in a hat. Perhaps one of them bowler hats would do nicely. But it wasn't his place to find such a thing. He had one more mechanical thing to look after back at base. Cuddles was no doubt causing chaos in the bunks.

"There is nothing wrong with getting drunk, " Talon smirked, "So long one has mind to keep their head. "

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He did pick up what Atelius was saying and gently brushed his fingers over the metalic feathers. Talon figured as much, but he couldn't do much about it for now. He clicked his tongue under his breath. This...complicated things. Not by much, but he did cast a side glance in the direction to pick up the details. "Shh... " he muttered a bit louder. Well, this was 'neutral' ground...right?