Migo slinks his way into the Tavern, almost unnoticed ... though he would probably stand out in a typical crowd given his appearance and chosen attire. He tries his best to blend in with the other occupants, simply walking about the room and surveying the scene all casual-like.

Meradin sighs leting his shoulders slump turns around and walks back up to mar's room

Raven glances at Migo, she would raise a softly arched brow as she studied him.

Migo is lurking at the side of the room, still checking everything and everyone out ... he notices someone looking at him, and returns the look curiously and with a hint of suspicion.

Raven smiles softly, letting him know she means no harm at all. Ignoring the power hungry young man who had just entered. She would then glance away.

Lazarus Gregory enters the Tavern, one hand already twitching for a moment, his eyes an intensely studious vision of violet. All exits and entrances are noted even as he moves onwards, his black coat billowing behind him as he walks, each footfall, a ringing staccato drumbeat as his jackboots hit the floor. The bar is his spot of choice, as well as attempting to get a 'tender's notice. Though his expression remains calm, a smirk plays about his lips, his eyes hard. The sleeping lethality of a predator lurks within his every mannerism, a deadly grace in each motion.

Migo keeps his face towards Raven for a moment longer, large round ears moving from one side to another, picking up the sounds and movements of new arrivals. Looking away, he stands, the chair beneath him scraping noisily against the floor, then proceeds to the bar to order a drink, thumbs back in his pockets. He has to pull up on the counter and literally hop up into a seat there, but he makes it. "Tequila," he says, fishing in his pocket for a few coins as the bartender gives him an odd look.

Raven would move her eyes to Lazarus, blinking she raises and eyebrow at him, throughly interested with him.

Meradin turns around and walks out the door and down the stairs every step slow and deliberate.....when he reaches the bottem his feet carrie him swiftly to the back of the bar

[Meradin] What can i do for you gentlemen

Lazarus Gregory merely spins a single coin about, betwixt slender fingertips, that selfsame smirk still playing about his lips as he confers quietly with the 'tender, finally choosing a simple bottle of scotch to replace the one he'd left behind earlier. A glance is given to the furry critter close to him, along with a quick grin. "Careful, bucko. Tha' stuff goes t'your head. Cuervo kicks m'ass alla time. S'why they call it Te-kill-ya." The coin is idly flicked into the air, then captured between deft fingertips, then leaves it on the bartop as payment. "Scotch...leave th' bottle, bud."

Meradin nods and turns swiftly on his hills and gets a scotch bottle seting it infront of Lazarus and snatching the coin up placing it in the safe box

Migo at last procures his wallet, folding it open and pulling out a few bills as he looks between Lazarus and Meradin. Migo just offers Lazarus a rodent-sized smirk, throwing down a few bills. "Ey, man ... can I get some Tequila? An' make it a double."

Meradin snaps his head in demon gods direction at the sound of the draconian language

Meradin nods spiing agin and geting the bottle of yellow liquid pouring it into a double sized shot glass sliding it forward...

Meradin takes the cash sliding it into the safe box

Meradin raises his brow in the demons direction..." i dont speak gibberish " a smirk crosses his face

Meradin turning to calonor, and nodding to his request

Migo takes his drink in his furred hand, tipping his long face once to the bartender. "Thanks, man." Tossing back the drink, he grimaces slightly and sets it back on the counter, turning to look around at the occupants one more time, ears back in an obviously unnerved fashion. He turns and waves a hand at Laz next to him. "Whoa ... check out this crowd, man ... all kinds 'a weirdos."

Meradin taking the coins he turns around and palces them in the strong box

Lazarus Gregory grins lasciviously, and if the barkeep would notice, the coin was platinum, more than enough to pay for several bottles worth. At any rate, the Elf seems to not show any emotion whatsoever on the subject. "Thanks, bud." That's offered to the bartender, along with a smirk. "Keep th' change, jus' make sure I get another of those b'fore th' end of th' night, a'ight?" That cool amethyst gaze slips along the other patrons for a moment, then he turns back to face the Furry at the bar. "Freaks R Us, bud. Nah sure jus' why I'm here, for tha' matter. Darklord was s'posed t'fin me a pilot...but noooo." An exaggerated eyeroll, folowed by a waved hand. "Ah well."

Vivi_Orunitia he walks downstairs awkwardly and glances at the other people in the tavern he walks to the bar and smiles at her " could i have a glass of water"

Meradin nods to vivi, then looks to garnet she should be doing all right speaking of which you should get some rest to...

Meradin looking at lazarus " dont worry i noticed and your coverd for awile " smiles lightly

Vivi_Orunitia he takes it from her " thank you " as he gives a warm friendly smile

[Meradin] good im not much of a tender and mar did hire you...

Meradin walks from behinde the bar and up next to lazarus..." may i join you?"

Migo listens to Lazarus's words interestedly. "A pilot, huh?" A sly look comes over his face as the rat-man scratches his chin thoughfully. "Just what kind o' plane we talkin' 'bout? And who's this 'Darklord' character? Never heard of 'im." Migo quickly finishes the last of his double as the bartender approaches them both, watching interestedly.

Vivi_Orunitia he looks to Migo with surprised " i have met him, a wise man though fruwt with evil"

Meradin jumps at the shouting

Meradin nods to garnet

[Meradin] what do ya need hun?

Lazarus Gregory glances at the barkeep, then shrugs, offering a passive smile. "Seat's free, bud. At leas' I think it is." A glance is given back to the Rodent, a quick grin. "Yeah...gotta Super Huey chassis comin' in...it's a chopper, though...not a plane. Robert Darklord...m'third-in-command. Th' name's Lazarus. Lazarus Gregory, Commander of th' Bloodhawks, th' Keep's finest merc group."

Vivi_Orunitia decides that standing up is bad for him so he awkwardly strolls to the bar and climbs up to a stool

Migo jumps also, then turns to look back at Vivi, giving the small boy an amused look. But both ears quickly flick back in Laz's direction after he speaks, a slow smile spreading back over his face. "You just said the magic word, man." Fishing in his pocket for a moment, Migo pulls out a small business card, sliding it face down across the bar to Lazarus.

Vivi_Orunitia " it is ok"

Vivi_Orunitia the painkilling thing i made should be taking effect now"

Nakita yet again approached another of the keeps taverns, her step slightly off as she shouldered the door open and clumsily made her way towards the counter, eyes passing around trying to find the barkeep if indeed there was one. Otherwise with a slight mischevious grin she would reach over, grab abottle and lay a few coins down, before wandering back off to one side and beginning drink heavily from it.

Lazarus Gregory pauses to take a quick drink of his scotch after popping the bottle open. "Naw, th' 'tender already took care o' tha', Miss. No worries, right?" He turns back to the rodent and grins. "Then I might jus' be th' man y'wanna talk to." The card is swiftly slipped from the bartop, into his coat pocket after a quick study. "Uh-huh. Jus' so happens tha' I'm hirin' too. Y'any good with a piece?"

Vivi_Orunitia looks to garnet then to meridan and gives a smile he aranges his pointy hat again and places the silver feather in deeper

Meradin turns and walks up the stairs to mar's room

Migo grins back at Lazarus. "Specially trained. Spanish black ops, first class. Ex- military, I should say." He reaches down, casually patting his jeans down by his hip. "Got a Glock 17 tucked in right now ... better stuff back at home. Only flown a chopper once during my training, buuut I think I can still handle a bird, if ya need me to." He stretches, taking the whole situation rather lightly.

Migo is ever aware of his surroundings, his ears swivelling in the direction of the knight seated at a far table surveying what appears to be a map. Those big ears must be great for picking up stray mutterings ...

Nakita sighed heavily, leaning back farther into the shadows, the bottle once more rising to her lips for a moment before being set back upon the table. she was lost in thought but a pportion of Migo' and Lazarus' conversation caught her attention and she raised abrow, shuffling around a little to better hear what they were saying. 'Chopper?' she mused to herself ' perhaps some kind of knife'. she shrugged lightly, now intent upon liistening

Lazarus Gregory 's hand moves much like a blur, a single motion producing a customized pistol that looks much like a revolver, but glows, a power-pack emanating from the handle. The kiss of cold steel meets his fingertips, the whisper of metal and leather, then the gun is slapped onto the bartop. "We kinda make our own, y'know?" His pointed ears twitch for a moment, an Elf's sensitive hearing kicking in. "So? Y'know th' shiney knight-boy?" He nods for Migo to go ahead and look over his pistol, should he so desire. "Good. I'll even let'cha play with th' chassis of the whirlybird. We need some offensive capabilities for all th' ops...y'never know when you'll need 'em, right?"

Migo chuckles. "Heh heh heh, sure, sure." Reaching out for the weapon, he picks it up, holding it in front of his face, his black eyes squinting as he checks it out from every possible angle. "Custom job. Very nice. Power pack must make for a cool kind of add-on. He holds it by the grip, just to get the feel for it, pointing it up and away harmlessly. "Comfy too. This thing shoot bullets or beams or what, huh?" He grins back at Lazarus.

Meradin yells down stairs everyone needs to goto sleep its late and were tierd theres extra rooms i dont think mar will mind if you use them!!!

Lazarus Gregory grins a little, one silver brow quirking upwards. "S'called a DR-44 Plasma Revolver. Th' cylinder rotates, powered by th' pack, then forces th' slugs out at a higher FPS than a normal piece would. Makes 'em almost explosive when they hit." A quick glance is tossed towards the others in the bar. "Made it m'self. S'why you're holding th' only one of two ever made...and I own th' second one, too."

Lazarus Gregory glances up at all the shouting, that brow remaining quirked. "Think they're closin' th' place, bucko. Pe'haps we should reconvene at th' Pub or somethin'?"

Nakita narrowed her eyes at the small piece of machinery the rodent one held. eyes studiying it intently. she once again took a long swi of the beer, but not once did her gaze stray from the pistol

Migo nods appreciatively, handing the pistol back to its owner. "Yeah? I got a sweet one back home, too," he boasts, fingers tracing in random patterns across the bartop. "Barrett Light .50 with a suppressor. Thermal scope, optical zoom out to double, digital to times five, optional laser sighting," he goes on, ending it with a whistle. "'At one's my baby, ya know? Bailed me out of a jam lots 'o times. Even did a custom job on the barrel for a bit 'a armor penetration." Glancing around, he nods, sliding his empty glass away from him. "Sure thing, mind if I follow ya there? I'm kinda new to the neighborhood, know what I mean?"

Lazarus Gregory nods, collecting his bottle before standing up. "Sure thing, buck. But you'll hafta ride onna back of m'Harley. S'the only way t'fly, right? I gotta Barret M-82 o' m'own...so I know what'cha mean, mate. Y'ready?"

Nakita leant back further as the two strangers rose from their seats, the bottle was lifted and finally drained. She would stay out of view til they had passed by. her curiosity had been caught by the revolver, it was something akin to.... her mind trailed off again, not wanting to remember

Migo grumbles jealously, already having pulled his keys outta his pocket. "Gonna hafta pass on that one, sorry man. Got my van parked out on the curb, an' I don't feel like leavin' it here."

Lazarus Gregory slips the pistol back into it's haven, within the black overcoat that he wears over a kind of odd armor. "Right-O, bud. I'll try an' keep it t'slow speeds fer ya, 'kay?" A nod is given to the remaining patrons before he slips out the door and to the waiting piece of metallic artistry that doubles as his ride.

Migo calls after Lazarus, smirking and glaring. "Yeah, yeah, rub it in some more, eh?" He quickly slides down from his bar stool, trotting over to the door quickly and returning to his oversized, hunk of junk, gas guzzler that doubles as his mobile base of operations.

Lazarus Gregory kickstarts the Harley, the engine roaring to life with the passion of a purring beast before he opens the throttle and rips off down the road, his silver hair whipped about in the cool morning's air. "Wooooooot!" Is the only sound he makes as a reply.

Nakita did indeed wait for them to pass but not waiting much longer she practically leaot from her seat, which incidentally led her to bang her injured arm and with a few muttered curses slid outside into the dark.

Migo jumps into his vehicle, looking downright ridiculous as so small a creature pilots so large a van. He quickly starts it and chugs off into the night after Laz.

* * * ((Later, at the Pub ...)) * * *

Nakita was just slightly out of breath as she half stumbled through the back door. Slamming t hard as she finally got inside, she wiped the mud from front of her jacket, composed herself and walked slowly round towards the bar, giving a slight nod to any and all nefore glancing at the row of bottle.

Migo parks his van just outside on the curb, quickly hopping out and slamming the door shut before anyone sees the phone book and pillow on the driver's side seat. He looks around for signs of the man that he'd followed here.

Lazarus Gregory pulls up outside the familiar confines of the Pub, his Harley still purring like predatory beast until he kills the throttle, boots the kickstand down and hops off. Once he's climbed the stairs to the entrance, he enters the place silently, even his heavy jackboots creating no sound. A quick glance around the nearly empty and darkened pub serves as his greeting, then he slips away to the bar, his black overcoat billowing behind him as he walks, his boots rapping a beat into the hardwood floors. A stool is spotted, then dropped onto before he produces both bottles of scotch that he'd taken from the Red Rose.

Migo catches sight of Lazarus's harley parked outside, realizing that the man was probably already inside. "Sheesh," he mutters, shaking his head and quickly padding his way up the stairs and into the darkened pub. Looking around, he beams in approval of the darkened atmosphere ... just the way he likes it. He hikes his way to the bar, grabbing the counter as before and pulling himself up into a seat beside Lazarus.

Nakita raised abrow at some of the curious labels. stranger yet were the accents of those around her, "I thought mine waz bad" she shrugged again, grabbed the tender roughly by the scruff of his neck and gently turned him round, motioning to one particular bottle "quickly...with ice..." she cast him an acidic smile and sat back, she winced slightly as she fidgetted witht he sling around her arm.

Lazarus Gregory combs his fingers through his wind-whipped silver hair, his sharp eyes taking note of Migo's arrival. "There y'are, buck. Thought I mighta lost ya on th' way here. Y'mind holdin' up for a second? Gotta check on someone real quick." With that, he slips from his stool and heads towards the back of the place, then up the stairs to a room on the left, poking his head inside before he spins on his heel, closes it behind him quietly and hurries back to his stool. "Whew. Sorry 'bout tha'...was checkin' on Mav. You'll meet 'er later, bud. Second-in-command."

Migo watches Lazarus curiously, while his ears sweep the perimeter. "Mav, eh?" he comments after Lazarus returns. "Yeah, I'll be happy to meet 'er. Now, uhh ... didn't catch yer name before?" Migo looks at the man questioningly.

Nakita content now that she had the glass of the strange clear syrupy liquid, turned to openly regard the two fellows at the bar, the harley rider and the rodent. surveying them quizzically before resting the glass down and removing a small and battered notebook , patted her pockets for a pen.... and eventually found one. made a few notes and chuckled tp herself. It was laid on the bartop before again the glass was brought to her lips and slowly emptied. "Another" she barked at the tender

Migo feels a pair of eyes directed at him, and shoots Nakita a curious look. 'Wait a minute,' he thinks, recognizing her from the previous establishment.

Nakita raised her glass to the furry fellow. a brief nod and yet again she made another set of notes idly in her pad. But said nothing

Lazarus Gregory blinks. "Damn. I din't tell ya m'name? Lazarus Gregory, Commander of th' Bloodhawks, th' Keep's finest merc unit. Jus' call me Laz, though. No need for anyone t'suffocate tryin' t'say m'name." A quick grin is offered before he takes a sip of his scotch. "Oh....y'wanna drink, buck?" Using this as cover, he leans in and lowers his voice at Migo. "Shhh. She's been followin' us since th' Red Rose..don't give me 'way."

Migo wasn't about to have another drink ... the double of tequila was already starting to work on him, fast. Doesn't take much when you're so small of size. "Eh, thanks man, but no thanks," he says, nodding in response to his hushed comment.

Nakita let the glass rest lightly upon the bartop. she once again flicked over a few of the pages in the pad and with her one free hand jotted another set of notes followed by a rough sketch of who knows what. The engineer part of her mind stirred into activity once again. though a little hazy from the alcohol she still had a clear enough head to remember some of the details from before.

Lazarus Gregory grins widely and slaps his leg as if he'd just been told a funny joke or the like. "Tha's a good one, bucko. You'll get on good with us. Jus' keep a sense o' humour 'bout yourself. S'all I ask. 'Cause deep down, we're all jus' a bunch of guys and gals tha' like t'play with guns." A broad gesture with his hand, then he shrugs. "S'alright, all th' more for me." With that, he proceeds to take yet another healthy swig of the rescued scotch.

Migo wasn't up for more liquor, but he was starting to get rather hungry. He chuckles back at Lazarus, giving him a toothy grin that shows his enlarged incisors. "Yeah, no problems there, and plenty more where that came from. Hey, they got a kitchen here, man? I could really go for a big cheese burrito right now."

Nakita belched, not the delicate feminine belchyou might expect but a good loud one. she looked slightly abashed and turned away form them all , facing the back of the bar. one eyebrow raised again at the red light surrounding the newest patron, she watched idly as it faded and turned back to her drink, half thinking no that perhaps she had had enough now. again a shrug and a few more notes entered into the small book. "Damn freaking ....." she mumbled to herself before turning round again to give another glance at Rico. hmm .

RedRingRico walks past the various strangers, a straight line to the bar. She sits herself down on a stool over to one side, in a fairly inconspicuous position, and draws over the attention of the barkeep. That done she makes her order of a Vodka & Orange quietly, then turns her head slowly to watch the others with only the mildest hint of concern to douse her otherwise relatively bored expression.

Lazarus Gregory blinks at the loud belch, then bursts into laughter, raising his bottle of scotch in a toast of sorts to the woman. "Impressive." He then turns to face Migo and nods. "Yep...jus' order from th' 'tender an' he'll take care of ya." Another swig of the scotch burns straight through his gullet, yet another laugh passing through his lips.

RedRingRico nods with a pseudo-smile to the barkeep as she accepts her drink, turning her head away again and taking a sip. Her eyes fall briefly over Nakita's position, sure they noticed the individual in question looking over hither momentarily. Might have been wrong though. She glances toward Lazarus, then ChaosSpark. Nothing out of the ordinary yet then?

Migo gives Nakita an impressed look before turning to the barkeep. "'Ey, can I get a burrito over here? Beef and extra cheese. Just load it up with every kind ya got, eh?" That out of the way, he turns back to Lazarus. "Yeah, guns are neat and all ... But you know what I really go for?" Migo asks rhetorically, leaning in a little closer to Lazarus and speaking in a touch lower voice, somewhat slowed as a result of the alcohol. "Explosives. Love 'em. Nothin' better than a good fireblast." He starts making a few hand motions in the air in front of him, hooking up an imaginary detonator to some kind of explosive. "Nothin' better than that feeling you get when you push the big red button and BOOM!" He claps his hands together for effect, looking gleefully back at Laz. "The whole thing comes tumblin' down in front 'a ya." A blissful look overtakes Migo as he thinks about it.

Nakita quirked a brow yet again before turning to her notes, before quickly tucking into her jacket, as this was done with one hand alone it was quite a feat and somewhere along the line she jumbled the small hilt shaped item from its perch, it fell roughly from her grasp and as she noticed she gave another loud curse and turned her head away. the item hit the floor, was obviousley triggered and a trail of energy burst out momentarily and singe the stool leg. a second later she scooped it from the ground and stowed it away swiftly, she had no doubts they would have seen, but best to feign ignorance. she grabbed the bottle from the tender and poured herself another measure before cursing at herself once more

Lazarus Gregory produces his DR-44 rather quickly, then slaps it onto the countertop, quickly disassembling it and going on about getting it cleaned with a kit that's produced from the inside of his overcoat. The bottle is left unattended for the moment, his silver brows slightly furrowed as he works, perhaps the task requiring a bit of concentration and not merely effort on his part. At any rate, the pistol is cleaned and put back together with a deftness only an Elf possesses, the powerpack slammed back into place. Once again, he's consumed by laughter at Migo's attitude. "Oh yeah. You'll get along fine with us, buck."

RedRingRico glances down instantly at a flash she doesn't quite catch from below Nakita. Though it makes her instantly stop what she had been doing, it doesn't last very long. Its not really any concern of hers what people happen to be doing, and its not like she knows what it was anyway. She glances instead over at the other guy further long the bartop who appears to be cleaning out some sort of gun.

Migo blinks at the burst of energy from down below, peering at the small object curiously even as it is re-pocketed. "'Ey," he calls over to Nakita, lifting his head briefly at her. "What kinda toy was that, huh?"

Lazarus Gregory whips the pistol back to cover the belching woman, the hammer cocked and the cylinder already a-whirl, one tiny little press of the trigger would create a nasty supplement of lead to her diet. Nothing passes under the perception of this sharp-eyed elf, but as he perceives that she meant no threat, the pistol is twirled once and disappears back into his overcoat. "Y'might wanna be careful, Miss. Y'never know what kinda psycho'll shoot first an' ask questions of the corpse." A quick grin punctuates his statement before he turns to face Migo.

Nakita turned her head slowly at Migos words, lowered the glass. and she looked levelly at at Lazarus as he pocketed the gun and in answer to his statement she merely gestured to her sling and nodded, to Migo she spoke softly "Toy my little sir? Don know what ya mean" she gave him a quick wink before taking another sip

Migo has a long sort of jeering cackle at Nakita's expense, nodding and speaking sarcastically. "Riiight, riiight ... an' I'm a stuffed rooster." Before he can comment further, his burrito arrives, the aroma of fine cheezes distraction him and tantalizing his oversensitive rodent nose. He drools down at the food only a second or two before grabbing it with both hands and digging in happily.

Lazarus Gregory winces at Migo. "Damn. She called ya 'little sir'. That's gotta sting a little bit, bucko. S'kinda like callin' a dwarf onna those 'little people'. Bad Juju." A quick shake of his head, then he turns back to his bottle, takes a long drink and tosses the empty into the trashca with a crash! Followed by the tinkling sound of breaking glass. "Whoops."