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Gin, feeling ususually cheery, proposed that they head for the woodline and without any more forethought or words, hopped to his feet and ran for the door, falling flat on his face after a few steps. Getting back to his feet, he once more attempted to reach the door, this time with a more desirable effect.

He walked into the bar slowly his fiddle in it's case in his gloved prosthetic hand. his breath could be heard throughout the tavern because of the gas-masks respirator. He smiled after a moment already knowing he was going to enjoy he experiences he was going to have in this bar just from the atmosphere which at the moment was far too quiet for his liking. He sighed after a moment he was in a good mood an odd thing for him, he was almost always in either a neutral mood or kind of depressed.

Shaking himself slightly Devlin calmly walked over to a booth and sat down setting his case down on the table top in front of him and deftly opened it. It had been far to long since he had played his violin 20 years almost and the memories of a blond haired boy bouncing on his knee looking in awe as he played came back to mind bringing a smile to his lips He had not seen his god son in years or his friend Francis.

With a slight hesitation he placed the fiddle in it's proper spot and slowly drew the bow glancing around the bar before closing his eyes and Began to play. The sounds that emanated from his violin brought an even bigger smile from his face though it was hidden by his mask. He could still play and he'd not touched his violin in so long it was a heartening discovery and brought a great amount of joy to him.

Going Rigid somewhat Devlin stopped playing and slowly set his violin and bow down on the table and and one handed removed his respiratory mask and hat placing them both on the table revealing a somewhat lined and pale face His face was somewhat clean shaven leaving only his mustache and goatee the latter being a reddish gray color. Turning to look at the woman Devlin smiled and readjusted his glasses further up the ridge of his nose.

"Thank you miss, I'll have Scotch and an ashtray Please." he said using his gloved left prosthetic hand to draw his Wallet out and open it revealing his I.D in two different alphabets Latin and Cyrillic. He could feel somewhat her unease for asking the question and feeling most of it from his constant wearing of a gasmask.

Looking for a moment at it and taking a deep breath he casually shrugged. "Even when one is comfortable in Chaos it proves the wiser choice to be cautious." He said with a mild grin.

Grinning for a moment Devlin thoughtfully put his gloved hand to his chin. While with his other hand he fished out of his coat pocket a green cylinder holding a cigar and a pocket book of matched He broke his concentrated thought only for the simple operation of putting the cigar in his mouth and lighting it once he'd removed the form of tobacco and nicotine from the green container. Taking a couple puffs from the cigar until the end of it lit up with it's own flame. and then shaking the match causally out.

Setting the cigar still smoking int he ashtray and then taking a sip of the amber liquid feeling fire rush down his throat to his breast and stomach. After finishing these actions Devlin let out a mild groan and his of euphoric pleasure and smiled "Spasibo. And as to anything else company is always welcome, drinking alone is never a thing to do." he said smiling and replaced the cigar expertly in between his teeth and took another couple of puffs wreathing his head in smoke somewhat. He was glad he'd stumbled upon this place considering the way his daughters were he'd have gone mad without the nicotine in his system. he couldn't smoke around them and looking around he didn't see them here so it was in theory the thing to do.

Smiling Devlin though for a moment about How Len was this morning. and what the women asked as he smoked his cigar and sipped at his drink She looked young but He was quickly learning that looks had nothing to do with anything anymore at least not at Reed anyway. The mans feel for her with his powers told a completely different story and made him wince slightly from the bubbling emotions within.

"Well, My Names Devlin Graham." he said as he offered her his gloved prosthetic hand a slight whir of gears and electronics ensuing it happened at times. He thought for a moment and then gestured to his violin "I'm here to think play, and drink. Considering a certain." Devlin's light blond eyebrows so in contrast with the hair on top of his head being a Ruby color of sorts bunched together as he frowned thinking about how to word what he was going to say. "Considering a prominent faculty member was drinking and might I add he's a surprising lightweight is having father issues." he said simply looking up at the ceiling "And now I have to think of a way to scare a boy into being a gentleman." he said and cursed under his breath.

Chuckling the smallish Irishmen chuckled at Scytheresses comments on Lens exceedingly low tolerance to alcohol and just laughed openly "And to whine no less, I remember when I was a lad considerably smaller and less built then I am now drinking whiskey like a fish." In his merriment at laughing at his friends expense Devlin wiped a tear of laughter from his eye. and readjusted his glasses again he took another sip of the amber liquid courage before him just the way he liked it with a splash of ice so the water brought out the full flavor given to it in the oaken barrels they aged in. he noticed the feelings of loss from the women but didn't comment on it she gave him the courtesy of biting back any questions she had to his previous life it was the least he could do.

Frowning after her question on how he was going to do it and her offer to help Devlin thought he had many ways to break someone and mold them how he wanted much like he was broken and molded to be comfortable in chaos. Retrieving his hand from the greeting handshake Devlin shook it a couple times and grimaced taking the glove off and slowly detaching the limb with a grunt of discomfort and set the hand next to the glove as he puffed at his cigar. the spot where his hand met his wrist showed a metal base with inserts that matched those on the hand for the electric signals from his nerves to the appendage.

The grim and somewhat morbid oddity out of the way and the pain in his wrist ebbing Devlin smiled and looked her dead int he eye with his own greenish blue "Chaos is what i have in mind an obstacle course that will bring to mind the kind of torment that will befall him if he isn't a gentleman." he said grinning somewhat maliciously "And to those watching it might give them second thoughts of my own daughters." he said with a laugh before nodding his assent to the offered help. "Any help offered is help appreciated." he said simply enough though he wondered what it would be she would possibly want from him He could feel that he was sitting with someone quite old bearing ancient despite her charms and looks and just gave a wondering look as to what she could possibly want for repayment whether or not it was asked for.

Yea that certainly would clear up some of the flak we'd get." Devlin said with a slight laugh "But there is problem in that, I don't teach anything physical." He thought for couple moments "I have an idea, we let anyone and everyone willing do do it go, those who beat our own time, we...I don't know give them something worth it." he said shrugging He smiled as he finally crushed the cigar out in the glass ashtray "And then we progressively either make it harder or shorten the time." he stated

His lips quirked up into a smile "Risk training." He chuckled at the thought he'd had plenty of 'risk' training. "Well, while the boy may be an elf or whatever, he seems like the type to like a challenge." he said after a moment taking yet another sip of his scotch and let out a light hiss from deep in his throat. He fumbled around in his pocket again for a bit of paper and a pencil placing both items on the table. He looked over for a moment into the woman golden eyes with his own murky green. "Well, explosions and sounds are a must if not for anything other then ambiance." he said absentmindedly as he began to outline the course on his bit of paper. casually writing distance figures rather large distance figures to be exact. it was part shock and awe and part endurance. "Now, I'm thinking of me myself being somewhere a different spot every-time, with a rifle and rubber bullets." he said casually. Returning to her previous points He just chuckled "Well, maybe not yourself, but me I'm a 43 year old human." he said grinning. "Obviously I have quite a few things stacked against me which would give these whipper snappers some hope of beating my time."