Mavei shoves the heavy door open, and clomps on in. Her head is lowered, her hair falling about her shoulders and back in a disheveled way. She is wearing a knit turtleneck sweater in a dark brown shade, dark blue jeans, comicly small Doc Martens, and her leather shoulder holster that is conspiciously empty. She comes to the bar and manages to get on a stool. "Whiskey. Neat. Leave the bottle, aye?" Her voice is soft, resigned. All she wanted to do right now was get as shitfaced as possible.

Lazarus Gregory 's face is a bit darker than usual, even as the roar of his Harley fades into nothingness, one jackbooted foot kicking the stand down semi-viciously before he slides off and heads towards the entrance of the Pub. The door is simply barged through, his eyes focused towards the bar and a single mission. Fresh brew...and soon. At any rate, he silently places Mav's piece on the bartop and slides it over to her, his face an almost mask.

Nocturne walks up to Lazarus "Its not very nice to just ignore someone" she looks up at him.

Mavei slaps her hand down on the gun, stopping it in mid slide. Deft fingers lift it, spin it, then deposit it into her holster. She grits her teeth and sniffs lightly as a stranger persues Lazarus. Thankfully, the tender comes with her bottle, cracks it, and sets it against her hand. She mumbles her thanks to him, and tips the bottle back to take a well deserved drink.

Lazarus Gregory blinks once at Nocturne and tilts his head to the side. "Er. Do...I...uh..know you?" Intense violet eyes study her for a moment, nope...no memory of this one. "I'm not 'zactly nice, though. Uh...c'n I help ya with somethin'?" One silver eyebrow raising slightly before he turns to place his order to the barkeep. "Scotch. Leave th' bottle." A few bills are slapped down in exchange.

John raises his right hand to the air, flagging down the barkeep and gesturing to the bind gundslinger that just walked in. "I'll have one of those too." He'd say, glancing back at Iris for half a second. "Not interested." He'd say, and then look forward again, eyes locked on the imaginary thing h ehated that hovered just inches before his face, captivating his attention.. well kinda. "Ya look like shit, Mavei." He'd simpley mutter.

[Mavei] "Ye look like shit yerself Sanford." She says, unable to produce a smile for him. Of course, she had no clue what he looked like. "Bin here long then?"

Migo follows Mavei and Lazarus to the Pub, a bit distant from them physically as well as socially at the moment. Something wasn't quite right between the pair ... he had gathered as much as they were leaving. Pushing his way through the door, he strides in, feeling a bit of relief wash over him. Places like this always suited him better, he thought. Spotting Lazarus, he pads over to an empty stool. He grips the counter with both hands and pulls himself onto a stool, a necessary method due to his short stature.

Nocturne shakes her head "No but the other day i asked you if you would like a drink " she shakes her head "...." she feels her cheeks go slightly red "Well could i buy you a drink now..?"

[John] "I always look like shit, but it's something I've grown to accept." He'd say, opening his hand to catch his own bottle and popping the cap with that steel hand of his. "Not too long." He'd take a deep swig of the stuff as well, slamming the bottled down and pointing his thumb at Lazarus. "That the guy lookin' for a scientist?"

Mavei growls softly. This was the last damned straw. Once more her gun is freed, and swung up to point at Nocturne's back. And audible *click* would herald the cocking of the hammer. "No. You may not." She says to the strange woman in that low even tone.

[IrisHirata] Ahh…**she sighed and spun around in her stool once more, clutching her beer tightly, sipping out of it ever now and then. She took note of the new faces in the room, quirking a brow at the vaguely familiar ones, then shifting through them to the ones she hadn’t seen before. Quiet pubs aren’t fun… she thought to herself, answering the near silence with a loud clank of her boot on the edge of counter**

Migo waves down the bartender with an excited arm. "Hey ... hey!" he calls out, a hint of a Mexican accent on the fringe of his voice. "Tequila, an' make it a double, alright? Hey, thanks, man." Glancing back over to the other pair, he listens silently.

Mavei is not such a nice person. And, apparently, she's a tad jealous. Who woulda thunk it?

John wouldn't do much aside from pull out his own gun, the hefty piece of equipment it is, and set it on the counter infront of him... Juuuuuust in case. After that he'd take a drink and listen to the show.

Nocturne turns her head slightly "I'm sorry i didn't mean to be like that,*sighs* I'm really nice thou" she looks at him.

Lazarus Gregory reaches over and claps a hand on Migo's back. "I...ah...din't mean t'be...em...abrupt with ya, bucko. Buy ya a te-kill-ya?" His attention slips back to Nocturne...his confusion completely noticeable in his expression. "Um. I jus' bought one...but I appreciate th' offer?"

[IrisHirata] **Still clutching her beer, she tilted her head to look at the ones in conversation. Maybe some nice warm entertainment could be derived from these new people, she assured herself while she took sips from her beer. Nothing else was going on, and the others that came in appeared to be silent. She tapped her heals together when she saw John take out his gun. Where did I put the damned thing? She asked herself, wondering if her own firearm was at her hips or at her ankles**

Migo shakes his head at Laz, showing that same buck-toothed grin that makes you wonder what he's thinking. "Hey, don't worry 'bout it, man." Then, leaning in closer, he says in a lower voice, "You were right, man! She's a real spitfire, just like you were saying!" He nudges Laz in the ribs a few times with his elbow, his grin widening. "Eh?"

Mavei slides from her stool, taking the few steps to reach Nocturne. "Perhaps yer hard of hearing Lassie. So allow me to git closer aye?" The cool kiss of steel would then press into the back of Nocturne's neck, the muzzle of the Colt .45 unmistakable as the tone in the small woman's voice.

[Mavei] "Walk on girl..."

Lazarus Gregory glances back at Mavei and simply backs away completely...he honestly hadn't done anything to encourage anyone...but his own heavily modified DR-44 Plasma-driven Revolver is placed on the countertop...just in case. "I c'n only see this goin' onna two ways...an' they both end badly." He glances back at Migo and winces noticeably once again. "Yeah...she's Mavei." Nothing more really needed to be said about that comment. "I don't ever wanna be on 'er bad side."

Nocturne growls "Back off you over grown cow.." she turns around baring her fangs she shoves the woman in the stomache and flips backward trying to kick the gun out of her hand.

Migo watches the goings on between Mavei and Nocturne, his hand wandering casually down towards his own firearm tucked in at his side. At sight of the shove, his Glock is out and he hops off the stool and backs away, gun held at the ready and laser sight on, waiting and watching.

Mavei , at the woman's growl (this obviously being a sign she wasn't going to just back off) pulls the trigger. Whether the lil vamp took it in the back of the head, or the face would be up to her. THe resounding thunder from the gun was undeniable, either way, as is the speed it takes for this seasoned gunslinger to squeeze (not pull) the trigger.

[Lazarus Gregory] "Yep. Now it ends badly, I think." That DR-44 is lined up and carefully cocked, the sound of the hammer's click undeniable. "How 'bout no means no?" He honestly wasn't trying to be humourous about it, it just kinda slipped out.

[IrisHirata] uh-oh.. **blinking, her eyes widened some and watched the soon to be bar fight with interest. A gun versus insults and kicks.... she blinked lightly, knowing very well what the outcome would be. Her eyes shifted from Mavei's fired firearm and the supposed vamp infront of it... damn I wish I knew where I put my gun.. she whined, pulling her glass to her lips as if it would give her some amount of protection**...

Lazarus Gregory 's straightens into a classic shooter's stance, his arm braced as he sights in on the vamp that was attacking Mavei, his finger gently caressing the trigger, contemplating. Only for a moment, before the barrel begins to whirrrr with preparation...all within the gentle caress of one articulated finger. Then, within the blink of an eye, the loud boom of his pistol echoes right behind Mav's...only the report was more of a bellow than a sharp bark. Yes...he'd squeezed.

Nocturne gets the blow in the back of the head, lays on the ground blood surrounding her, abit of brain her and there. The shot in the beings to close up Nocturne slowly beings to stand up "Sorry sweetheart i can't die" she chuckles "Gosh your so over protective Missy ".

[dragonflower] -Underneth a shadowed cloak, emerald eyes search the room....a place to sit? Ah yes....the figure wanders to a desolate corner-

Migo 's eyes go wide as he watches Nocturne's gunshot wound heal, and then she stands up again. Slinking back a bit further, he narrows his eyes, keeping them trained on the woman who just took a gunshot wound to the head and survived ... reaching down slowly with his free hand to pull something else out of his pocket stealthily ...

Mavei wonders how you can chuckle when the gun was aimed at the back of you neck. THe heel of her hand slams down on the hammer again, The redhead not even blinking (blinking.. hah hah.. get it?) before squeezing the trigger again, aiming straight at what she normally aims for. The mouth. After all, that's where the bullshit comes from. I got two more left... she thinks to herself.

[dragonflower] -The figure glances about the chaos created by the other patrons of the bar, but remains uneffected by it....ah another day of inconsistancy-

[IrisHirata] **...that's not too pretty... she looked over the mess the shot had left behind, a remembrance of some random crime scene only this time the body gets up. carefully watching the two she let her elbow slide lightly against her side, smiling to herself as she felt the hard metal underneath her jacket. Found you.. she thought and reached her hand into her jacket, neatly sliding the small handgun out of it's holder. She kept it in her hand on her lap, a nice precaution to have**

John was in on the circle to, as he was thouroughly interested in protecting his own career, and last time he checked, the blind girl and the strange pointy eared man with the whirring gun was his chance at a job. So he decided to join in the shooting.. His hand clasps the large pistol before him, the man swirling in his chair and pointing the ballistics device straight at the girl being shot at and joining in on the fun. BAM rang the shell, gun kicking back, metal arm compressing slightly and the .233 Nato Certified Rifle round flying out of the pistol at its intended target. Wether or not he'd hit depends entirely on where Nocturne was at the time, and as far as he could tell, she'd be getting hit by Mavei's bullet at the moment, and unlikely able to do anything about another bullet..

[dragonflower] -the gunshots were loud, and too close for comfort....it stood- "Is there a reason for all of you to be shooting at one another?...INSIDE?"

[IrisHirata] They're not shooting at one another **she assured the dragonflower lady, and pointed her gun at Nocturn** They're shooting at that.

Mavei nods to dragonflower after her shot rings out. "Aye... of course there is." It's all she says though.

John gets back to drawing his strange little creature for his strange little friend

Migo slowly slips what appears to be another magazine out of his pocket, marked with a red 'X'. In two swift motions, he pops the magazine out of his handgun, stopping it with his foot silently before it hits the floor, and pops in the other magazine with a soft click, whirling his handgun to orient on Nocturne, a small red dot appearing on her feminine form. Seeing the others join in gives him all the reason he needs, and he fires off a quick double tap, BLAM BLAM! Two magnesium rounds fly through the air at Nocturne ... flammable rounds that burst into flame on striking their target. Vampire or not, that's gotta leave a mark.

Tenzing staggers in in the shape of an old man dead drunk

[dragonflower] -head turned towards IrisHirata's gesture.....curiousity peaked...brow lifted- "And...what may tha' be?"

Tenzing trips and cartweels forward into the center of the tention

[IrisHirata] Not sure.. **she blinked** but it pissed her off.. **she then pointed towards Mavei** then it pissed everyone else off...

Faith wanders in her long purple hair flowing behind her she looks around noticing guns and blood "Whoa ..." she blinks "Umm can i ask what is going on...!"

Tenzing begins to do a jig in the middle of the fight

[dragonflower] -she noted the cartweeling drunk, and the one with the purple hair, then turning to reply to IrisHirata- "And this 'appens often eh?"

Lazarus Gregory twirls his Revolver around, then holsters it before he throws his coat open wide, an FN-33 Snub-nosed automatic with a shell-catcher attachment, red-dot sight and a heavily modified barrel. With another quick press of the trigger, he sprays a three-shot burst towards the what must soon be one twitching pile of carcass. Yep...fun for gun nuts. No...this isn't the NRA's Annual Picnic...or a Redneck Family's reunion.

Nocturne looks at all of the guns "Whoa stop all i wanted to do was buy a drink for a guy and this is what happens when you do ..... thats pretty bad " she looks at them all.

Mavei also holsters her gun, still hot from being fired. She turns on her heel, goes back to her stool, and slides onto it, taking up her bottle and downing a good amount before standing back up. "I'm moving this party over there." She says simply, not caring what the tramp...erm... 'vamp' did at this point. "Coming?"

Tenzing drunkenly staggers into Migo attempting to pick his pocket in the procces

Mavei heads over to the large leather couch in front of the fire, and sinks into a corner of it, an audible sigh slipping past her pale lips.

[dragonflower] -Thirsty the traveler was, but alas, held no coin for drink....clever eyes searched the premesis for unattended gold.....hey, it shouldnt be left out anyways...-

Lazarus Gregory twirls his toy around idly and slips it back into his coat, then snags his own bottle and follows Mavei, but motions Migo to join them. Soon enough, he drops next to Mavei, but remains quiet...not much he could say or would say at the moment.

Nocturne shakes her head feeling a wet goo on the back of her neck, she places her hand on there "Shit ...what happened " she looks around the room feeling dizzy she falls onto her backside. Nocturne then places a hand to her forehead, she looks at everyone.

Migo fails to be distracted by the wandering drunken fool, maintaining a clear shot on the vampire woman ... and then Tenzing gets repelled by a large, rodent shaped combat boot on his chest, roughly pushing him away. "Nuh-uh. Back off, ya old geezer." After that, he quickly scoops up his dropped magazine and ducks his way behind the bar ... taking the longer, safer, more secluded route to the couch by the fire, grumbling in spanish the whole way there. "Madre de dios ... senora loco ..."

John lowers his hand, which was now pointing at the cieling from the kickback of the beast of a gun he had. He clicked the safety back on and holstered it back in his chest holster, picking up his own bottle and moves over to the gunslinging pair, plopping on an armchair near the couch and staring into the fire. "My name's John Sanford." He'd say aloud, voice directed to Lazarus. "Nice ta meetCHA."

Mavei smirks over to Lazarus. "Told ye I needed another bench. "

[IrisHirata] ahh, it was fun while it lasted.. **she said to herself, sliding her gun back into its holder. She began tapping her boots against the stools bars, a noisy tune, but something to keep noise in the air. She looked back to her unharmed Ausburger and smiled taking a nice long gulp**

Faith shakes her head at the vamp girl and walks over to a couch, she flops down and closes her eyes, placing a hand over her eyes, she mumbles afew words "stupid ... vampires."

Nocturne runs

Tenzing walks over to Mavei sits down next to her and subtley places his hand on her thigh

[dragonflower] -the figure made it's way to the bar.....afraid still to remove it's hood.....the other patrons were not friendly to newcomers it seemed...espessially ones as strange as her-

Mavei laughs at Migo's words. "The all powerful virgin has nothing to do with it hun. " She was in a fine mood. Until some stinking drunk sits between her and Lazarus. Why were people getting between them? She quirks a brow. "Are ye lost old man?"

[Lazarus Gregory] "Yeah...mebbe I'll listen nex' time." A dry grin is his only expression before he glances over towards the man with the heavily modified rifle/gun. "Lazarus Gregory. Resident shootist. Commander of th'..." He's cut off by the fact that his attention is now on Mav's reaction to the horny old man. This wasn't gonna be preeeeetty.

[dragonflower] -mumbled words to the bartender...- yeah...um...charge it to that guy...on his...tab....im a friend...-she gestured towards Lazarus, he looked like he had money-

Tenzing 's attention is drawn to thw cloaked figure he watches her enter the room and walk towards the bar but his attention is brought back to Mavei he merely chuckes drunkenly at her remark

Lazarus Gregory suddenly has that strangely modified pistol pressed against the back of Tenzing's head. "Yeah...stupid, drunk and old ain't an excuse. Move away. Now."

Migo hops up onto the couch, leaning back against the far arm. He safeties his handgun, then replaces the original magazine, looking over to the other three, being John, Mavei, and Lazarus ... then sees the approach of the drunken fool once again. He grumbles as he snaps the old magazine back into place. "Aye carumba," he growls, quickly standing and moving over to the old man. "Look, Senor, this is a private party. So why don't you just move on and find yourself a different table, eh? No need to get rough ..." ANd in the midst of all that, he leaves. Migo just grins cockily and reseats himself. "Showed him."

Tenzing lets out an eep as the gun is pressed to his flesh he manages to edge his head away from the gun before stalking away looking for a differentpray for his isck games

Mavei lifts the hand from her thigh, trying not to inhale the man's scents. Ugh... her accute senses were taking a beating. Thankfully, he leaves, and she exhales slowly. A slow grin is offered up to Lazarus. "Heh... Yer my hero Laz." She flutters her eyelashes, and leans over like a lovesick maiden, her cheek on his shoulder. Of course, she must bite back the laughter.

Lazarus Gregory waves the pistol to Tenzing's retreating backside. "See ya, sweetie." dragonflower might be a bit disappointed to learn that he doesn't have a tab...he always pays cash. Always. At any rate, he flashes a grin to both Mav and Migo. "Well....um...now we get shit-faced?"

John quirked a brow at Tenzing, and shook his head, looking up to Lazarus Gregory and reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a small paper card, containing his name, contact info and a list of scientific fields he specializes in, and tossed it to the man Gambit style, knowing full well he'd likely be able ot catch it. "Or we discuss my employment as a scientist, 'cause I hear you're lookin' for one."

Lazarus Gregory snatches the card with his free hand, then twists it around in order to glance at it a little more throughly, his other hand slipping the pistol back into his coat. "Right-O. One that's familiar with chemicals, pharmaceuticals and tech. S'what I need. Migo there is good with chems and technology...but weak on pharms. But 'avin' th' both of ya on board would be a good thing, aye?"

Migo watches Laz and Mavei, smiling to himself. As if in response to Lazarus's words, his order of Tequila arrives. "Hey, alright! Sounds good to me, man!" He tucks his firearm back into his jeans and eagerly takes his double, kicking back and putting his disproportionately large feet up. "Cheers, eh?" he says, lifting his glass and downing it.

Migo sets his drink aside, nodding to the other man, John, after hearing mention of his name. "Yo."

Mavei sits up, and nods. TO what no one could guess. "RIght... John Sanford, this is Lazarus Gregory. " She does a little hand waving thing, gesturing to both of them. With that, she upends her bottle, and pours a good amount into her mouth. It burns. Not as much as Lazarus' private stock of Scotch perhaps, but still, the back of her hand presses into her lips as she awaits the rising heat in her gut. Oh yeah... that was niiiiiiiiice. Leaning back, she absently pulls a smoke from her pack, and lights it on the inhale.

Lazarus Gregory nods and offers his out to John. "Yeah, what she said. Commander of th' Bloodhawks, th' Keep's finest merc unit...period. At any rate, I take it tha' you've got combat experience, field experience an' th' knowledge required t'do everythin' th' job requires. Oh...Mavei, John, this's Migo, our new Pilot, mechanic and marksman." That should cover it for the introductions all around.

Devaine_Hawk shove the door open , so hard it bounces off the wall and slams shut behind him . Stomping to a stool he takes a seat , and snaps at a tender “double , Heineken to chase it and keep them coming ."

Migo nods at the other three, a simple flick of his hand and a sly smirk used as his only gesture of greeting. "Name's Migo, an' like Lazarus here already mentioned ... part-time technologist, pilot, sniper, and full-time merc. But mostly I just blow up shit." He winks, sprawling his arms up on the sides of the couch lazily.

John takes a deeep drink of his whiskey bottle, and nods to Lazarus. "Pharmaceuticals, Chemicals, Mechanics, Robotics, 'Mech Development, Ballistics Developement and Expirimental Weapons Developement... All that jazz, y'know."

Migo seems a bit jumpy, one ear orienting in Devaine's direction as he enters noisily, the other still trained on the current conversation.

Lazarus Gregory nods once and grins widely. "Sounds jus' like someone we coul' use. As you could prolly already tell, we modify our weapons pretty heavily. It'd help t'ave a pro about it."

Mavei nods to Migo, but is forced to grin at his last statement. "Heh... That's my department hun. "

Lazarus Gregory grins at both Migo and Mavei, he can't really help it. "Yeah...I jus' fan th' flames."

Migo gives John an interested look, wondering if he might be able to help him perfect those dum-dum rounds he used earlier ... but then looks at Mavei in even more interest. "Reeeaaally?" he muses, his black beady eyes lit up. "You into explosives too? Like what kinda stuff have you done? Anything big?"

John whips out his pistol, twisting it about and unloading the clip. He tosses it over to Lazarus so he could take a peak. "I shaped that little diddy down from a medium ranged Rifle.. Got a kickback like a beast, but it's still accurate and packs more whallop than most common things.. But I'm currently working on finalizing the designs on a Coil gun.." He would say, and then take a deep drink of the whiskey. "Take it that means I got the job, then?"

Mavei lifts both eyebrows above her closed lids to Migo, in a 'get this guy' kinda way, reffering of course, to Lazarus. "Aye. Grenades, flashbangs, launchers... I also go in fer the hand to hand. " She leans over Lazarus so Migo can hear her half whispered words, and hopefully distract Lazarus a bit. After all, she still smelled like strawberry shampoo. And outside. And gunsmoke. "See, my specialy is up close and personal."

Lazarus Gregory nods once, his hand out-stretched to snag the gun out of the air, then tosses his own back towards John. It looks not-quite of this reality, a powerpack nestled neatly within the handle. "I designed tha' little beast m'self. Th' powerpack sends th' barrel into a bit of a whirl, pumps out th' slugs at a higher FPS than normal. Makes nasty penetrations and leaves big ol' holes. But it's my baby...and one of only two made." Without further ado, he studies the weapon intently and nods. "Yeah...this'd be one big sonuvabitch...an' hellacious. I like it." With that, he tosses it back with an expression of approval.

Blackheart appears rising up from the Pub’s floor, the entire area trembling as the earth gives way to a widening portal of sorts that spews forth an acrid stench of brimstone. Ghostly flames begin to rise and scorch the floor in a wide arc behind Blackheart as his full form is revealed, a sight not many mortals would care to see within their lifetime if they could help it. Small chittering demons scramble from the portal and escape into dimly lit corners of the Pub as Blackheart takes a step forward, his blackened claws taking hold in the realm of the living once more. The fiery portal behind Blackheart closes and he wretches his claws with a clattering sound while gazing around at all the patrons with deep, glowing, red eyes. It’s not everyday the Lord of the Netherworld comes to the Pub, or is it? Blackheart casually walks around the Pub for a moment as if inspecting the place before crossing his arms with a certain satisfaction. Time to pay the Devil his due…

Migo nods to Mavei, eyes wide. "Whoa ... you're certainly braver than me," he says, chuckling. "Mostly if anyone gets up close, I just drop a smokey an' run, know what I mean?" Migo gives Mav a curious look for a moment, tilting his head to one side. "Uhh ... beggin' yer pardon miss, but ... uhh ... you blind or somethin'?"

Lazarus Gregory 's nostrils pick up every subtle scent from Mavei, anything else that he would have said is now lost...or maybe just frozen within his thoughts. At any rate, he makes a show of grabbing his bottle of scotch and taking a more than healthy swig before he sets it back down. Only a quirked eyebrow is given Blackheart's appearance, however. "Y'know...I always said tha' th' devil was gonna come an' take me early...but I never suspected jus' how early."

Devaine_Hawk stands up , reaching for his wallet and throwing a wad of bills on the countertop, more than enough for his tab and a tip , and starts to the door

Blackheart strolls around through the crowd for a moment before leaning over Lazarus's way and saying, "As long as you make your appointent on time... that is what matters." He cackles to himself a bit and nods to Mavei. "Keeping the gentlemen entranced I hope?"

Mavei quirks a brow and sits back up. "Aye. And we dinnae mention it. Since yer new, ye git one warning. " She purses her lips before taking another drink and leaning back on the couch. Of course, she notes Blackheart's arrival. A wry grin is offered up to him. "Aye. Of course. And yer not allowed to take him yet. I've... uses for him yet."

John grins as he catches Lazarus's gun, flipping it about and looking at it. Decisive eyes peered into the mechanics of the system as best he could in such limited space. "Good design, and an interesting idea. I'll have to look into it." He said, and returned the gun to Lazarus with a gentle toss, keeping a hand out to accept his own weapon. "All I need to do is tweak a few sensors and structural problems and I'll have finished up with the Gauss Pistol. Put most guns to shame, it will." He said, and then stood up, nodding. "Great to meetcha, but I'm gonna be goin' now. G'bye." He said, and then ran off outside and... somewhere. Likely to his car to sleep.

Blackheart nods, he can't argue with a lady...

Migo just nods once at Mavei and grunts. "No problemo." He definitely turns an ear at Blackheart's entry ... even risks a slight glance in his direction at his approach, but mostly he just stays quiet.

Blackheart squashes a stray minion with his clawed foot and picks its teeth out from between his toes idly. What to do what to do...

Lazarus Gregory glances upwards to Blackheart from his position next to Mavei on the couch, catching the weapon and replacing it back into its holster, the subtle whisper of cold steel against leather, the only sound that punctuates the silence. "Yeek. I f'got t'mention that t'ya, Migo...but um...she'll still kick my or yer ass. Either way." A wry grin, then he simply raises a silver brow. "I always keep m'appointments...'sides, I've sent enough souls t'ya t'grant me some kinda reprieve, I'd think."

Blackheart snatches a bottle off the shelf with his rat-like tail and uncorks it, dumping the wine out in front of everyone and onto the floor. He then wretches forth a red demon from his chest and stuffs the poor creatures into the bottle, recorking it and setting it back down on the bar. The vile little creature inside the bottle blinks... waiting for the next drunkard to come by and take a drink.

Migo waves after John, squirming idly in his seat as he tries to manuever his tail into a more comfortable orientation. Looking back to Laz, he nods quickly. "Hey, no worries, man. I saw what she was doin' earlier. She's alright." He blinks warily up at Blackheart. "Ummm ... friend 'a yer or somethin'?" he says in a low, somewhat skittish voice.

[Mavei] "So... " She says, leaning forwards to crush out her smoke in an ashtray that has sat in the same spot for over two years. "Do we have a base of operations then Laz?" She feels it prudent not to comment on the ass kicking bit. She still owed Lazarus some words about that whole thing in the Garden.

Blackheart looks from Lazarus and Migo, saying to Mavei, "Will you not introduce me to your new friends here? Formalities are all we have left sometimes... humor me."

Lazarus Gregory shakes his head at Migo, an amused expression on his face. "Nope. Never seen 'im before in m'life. Jus' a feelin'. Anyway, Mav...apparently Dorklard came through for us...even scored a Phalanx system for parameter defense...then wanted t'know if I had th' money for a submarine. Th' idiot. Anyway, we do...an' I'll take ya out there soon as possible t'look th' place over." A glance is given to Blackheart, along with a nod. "Lazarus Gregory, Resident shootist an' Commander of th' Bloodhawks...Th' Keep's finest merc squad."

[Mavei] "Ah.. Yes." She turns to Lazarus. "This is Blackheart. He's an over important hellborne. It's gone to his head, I swear. Blackheart, This be Lazarus. "She quirks a brow to the Devil. "I believe he would be the reason we first became acquainted..." She nods meaningfully, her hand moving up to her chest, to a spot right between her breasts unconciously.

Blackheart aaaaah's and nods to Mavei, then to Lazarus. "Well, a pleasure...."

Blackheart cackles lightly at Mavei's description of 'Hellborne'... if she only knew...

Migo turns to look at Laz once more, finding him a bit easier to look at than the other demonic creature near them. "Yeah, that might be a good thing fer me to know. You know ... as comfortable as the front seat of my van is, it might be nice to move into someplace more cozy and proper for living in."

Blackheart slowly begins to sink into the ground, bowing sligntly to the group as his body melts into the wooden floor. "Do take care Mavei, Lazarus, and Migo. I have some business to attend to."

Blackheart crosses his massive arms and vanishes into the flooring, leaving behind a pool of black crackling bubbles in his wake.

Mavei nods to Blackheart. "Aye. Be seeing ye." She is about to take another drink, but turns to Lazarus, frowning. "Wait a sec... I though I heard you say you bought a submarine..."

Lazarus Gregory grins widely at Mav, one silver eyebrow slipping upwards. "No...no. No, no, no. I don't 'ave th' cash for that. 'Sides...what th' hell would I do with a sub? Dorklard wanted to know if I wanted to buy one...and I said no."

Migo 's eyes go suddenly wide, and he glances back at the demon fading into the floor. "Hey! You ..." He just stops in midsentence, perplexed, one black eye a bit larger than the other. "Uhh ... yeah, sure." Shaking his head in bewilderment, he goes back to his usual slouch.

Mavei chuckles softly. "Another ass that dinnae know when to just lay down and die when he's shot in the head." She offers up for Migo. She stretches, catlike, yawning. During this stretch, her small booted feet somehow manage to find their way up onto Lazarus' lap.

Migo shrugs to Laz. "Take the sub, retrofit the nuclear core into an explosive device, and hold a small coastal country hostage?" He chuckles. "I dunno man, what else can you do with a sub?" Seeing the other two getting rather cozy, he scoots back a bit further to give them some room, now hugged against the armrest as well as the back of the couch, the corners of his wide rodent mouth slightly raised at the corners in amusement.

Lazarus Gregory glances over at Migo and only can offer a quick shrug. "Don't worry 'bout 'im, bucko. Jus' likes t'show off, I think. Overgrown Hell-borne, huh? I've seen bigger Deathclaws runnin' 'bout an' those are nasty...I 'ad a squad near-decimated when we wandered t'close t'their lair. Th' Motherclaws are even worse...an' bigger than th' warriors. Hive-minded, they are....corrosive blood and paws as big as your head, with claws as long as your forearm. I took this one offa baby." With that, a corded, yet thin rope would be pulled out of his collar, with a yellowed claw attached to it. Indeed, the claw itself is as long as his hand and a good part of his wrist, too. The hand allows the necklace to fall, his hand landing on one of Mav's outstretched legs.

Lazarus Gregory blinks at Migo's response and bursts out laughing. "Man. I could see me doin' th' whole psychotic villain deal, too. For a million, billion, kajillion, fuh-fuh-fillion dollars..." This is said with a rather dry tone and demeanor. "It was a Virginia-class that he asked about. Kinda funny...considering th' word virgin is in it. Fitting...for Dorklard, I mean."

Migo chuckles proudly. "Reminds me of this one mission I was on, back with a few friends ... some kinda high school had been overrun by some freaky alien infestation, and it was our job to 'purge' the school." He snickers. "Actually got surrounded by a whole herd 'a the critters at one point ... one well placed TNT grenade sent the lot scatterin'." He makes a motion of pressing a button and throwing, beaming proudly.

Mavei chuckles into her bottle at Migo's words, taking a swig. Hoooooooo that was goign down nicely now that her throat was numbed to it. "Bah. Scars are the only evidence of battles I need." A smirk is offered to both men. She then leans her head back and laughs outright, a good solid laugh.

Mavei is, of course, laughing about RD.

Migo cocks his head to one side, Laz's joke obviously lost on him. "Hey, yeah, Lazarus ... who's this 'Dorklard' character you keep mentioning?" At the mention of scars, a distant look crosses Migo's face for a brief moment.

[Mavei] "Trust me, ye havnae lived until ye've met a half crazed woman on a hill in the rain, covered in mud for camo cause suprise is yer only chance of sucsess and that only if ye kin wait long enough for her to get close enough to pop out of the scenery and break her nose. This of course is followed by the firefight of a lifetime after which ye are left with no possibility of a family life. " Her voice goes a little lower, but she was over that particular loss by now. "And when she exhales her last breath, ye've amnaged to crawl over to her and steal it from her in a kiss of final death."

Lazarus Gregory closes one violet eye in a sort of wink towards Mav, his head cocked to the side. "Aye? Scars is it t'be...well then." A motion has him shrugging out of his coat, his form clad in a grey tee underneath, a double shoulder strap entwined around his shoulders. His hands grasp the bottom edge of his shirt, pulling it up to his chest, revealing a torso that has been shaped by a hard life with not enough food or rest, but plenty of exercise. The flesh is covered in cuts, old bullet wounds here and there and even a nasty tear that twines his stomach around his side to his back. Of course, Mav has already seen this, no doubt. "Yeah...well...I've got more'n enough horror stories..." Some things he'd never tell....but when he's tossing in his sleep at night, the dreams of a firefight of a lifetime still haunt him. The shirt tumbles back down to cover his taut abdomen before he glances back over to Migo. "Dorklard's another member...but not one in th' best of standings. So I use 'im as a lackey."

Migo seems enraptured by Mavei's sudden poetic story. "Whoa," he says in awe. "Sounds like somethin' you'd only see in the movies ..." He then stops, blinking and scratching behind his left ear. "Wait a minute ... wazzat ... wazzat you?" he asks Mavei, pointing at her with a black-nailed finger. "Did that happen to you?" And then he catches sight of Laz's chest and stomach, eyes widening further. "Caramba ..."

Mavei drags in a slightly ragged breath, as if reliving that particular moment. Her pulse is up, she's a bit flushed. In reaction to Lazarus' little show -she had in fact never seen his scars, but did know of them through other...methods- she too lifts her sweater, pulling her arms right out of it and tossing them over her shoulder with her hair. Underneath she wears a cream coloured bra, satin, nothing fancy or overly revealing. She starts with the small pucker of a bullet wound low on her hip, just above the waist of her jeans. "Annie... She took me children from me before I could even consider havin em. " Her fingers move up to the newest scar, a slice low on her belly. "That bastard of a drow... He did this one too." She points to a nasty looking scar, that looked as if a blade had been sunk into her rib, and then ripped out at an altogether differen angle. Her fingers move up, to a star shaped scar that ran from navel to collarbone, starting between her breasts and moving out eight different ways." Scalple

[Mavei] wound that... " She shrugs, and gets back into her sweater. "Then there's these..." She points to two sliver thin scars on her neck, that almost join up in the front and back. "A different Drow."

[Mavei] "Aye of course it happened to me."

Mavei , apparently, is not overly modest. She's the type of chick that if you walked in on her stepping out of the shower, she'd likely ask you to pass her a towel, and laugh as she walked away.

Lazarus Gregory studies Mavei intently for a moment, his eyes vaguely unreadable...there was nothing he could say to any of it. So, wisely, he merely keeps his mouth shut and gives her leg a quick squeeze. It's all the response that he can honestly give without sounding like a typical brash male with a gun and an ego to match. "Oop. I guess we better stop scarin' th' rookie...he might think that this's all par for th' course." A wide grin, though a bit forced.

Mavei snorts in indignation. "Considering you hired that godbedamned Drow as my bodygaurd..."

Migo tilts his head to one side, now regarding the scars and battle-marks along Mavei's front in wonder ... "Maria," he whispers, tracing fingers in the air between her old wounds. "Guess you two were made for each other, eh?" Mavei's sudden bareness doesn't seem to cause Migo to react much ... after all, she is halfway out of his species. Suddenly he realizes that perhaps it is his turn to show scars ... and he becomes rather humbled. "I, uh ... guess I don't have that much of an, err ... history to show you guys or anythin'. Not that you could see any of it through the fur, anyway." He just shrugs modestly.

Mavei of course fails to mention the fact that if Laz hadn't hired Ati, he woulda come back and killed her at a later date...

Lazarus Gregory 's hand leaves her leg, the sound of palm smacking flesh soon following. Yep...he'd probably leave a redmark on his own face at that one. "Gah." He blinks at Migo for a moment, then blinks again. "Eh...s'alright, bucko. You'll earn your stripes with us...an' 'ave your own stories t'tell yer kids an' grandkids...if y'live long enough in this line o' work." A broad grin, his hand questing for that scotch bottle, a quick guzzle soon following. Yes, perhaps that burn would chase away that nagging feeling again...

[Mavei] "Strue Migo.. since I began ...uh.. working fer him, I've been told I've gotten a few extra stripes. " A grin is offered to both of them, to ease the atmosphere perhaps.

Migo hears the sounds of breakfast being served in the background. Suddenly Migo's own stomach rumbles in response. "Hey, 'scuse me, guys ... I'm gonna get some grub. And don't worry about scaring me off ... I've seen my fair share of firefights. It's my own explosives ya oughtta worry about," he explains with a wink, unseating himself, tail dangling along behind him. "Either of you want anything?"

Lazarus Gregory shakes his head...it's rare for him to eat, period. "Nah. Thanks anyway, bud." He turns back to Mavei and quirks a brow upwards. "By th' way...y'know you're second in command, right....Captain?" He didn't necessarily wanna spring it on her.

Mavei stands up, stretching and yawning again, her hand flopping down to her sides. "Nah man... I"m off to bed I think." She quirks a brow to Lazarus at his announcement. "I am? And what the hell are my duties then? Second in command.. hmm... My first order is to tell ye yer too damned tired to be of any use to anyone. I suppose I'll have to escort ye to bed to make sure ye go, aye?" She wiggles her eyebrows hopefully. She could be pissed off about the Drow tomorrow.

Lazarus Gregory grins at Mavei widely, then salutes. "Consider it dereliction of duty, ma'am! I need t'be punished for m'insolence! Take me t'th' brig." A wink, then he stands up and leans in, brushing his lips across her cheek in a rare display of affection. "A'ight. Migo?! I'm headed t'bed, bud. Night, man."

Evno starts his trek towards the bar.

Migo just nods to the pair. "Guess this is where we break company," he says, nodding and turning to go. "Nice to meet ya, Mavei. Look forward to workin' with ya in the future." He then looks to Laz ... then Mav ... then Laz again. "Yyyeeeaaahh ... you enjoy that 'sleep.' Both 'a ya." Snickering to himself, he turns and makes his way to the bar. "G'night."

Mavei grins that funny little grin, the one is all lopsided and terminally undeniable. "Sweet." She murmurs under her breath, and offers a wave towards the bar, where Migo hhad gone before shoving off towards the stairs. She drains her bottle, and sets it on the edge of the bar as she passes it before leading the way upstairs. Soon, she's lost in the shadows upstairs, fumbling for her keys.

Evno bumps into (Migo) on his way to the bar.

Migo gets bumped into as he walks up to the bar. "Hey, watch it ..." he gripes to the obstacle in his path, giving him a quick once over.

Lazarus Gregory simply follows Mavei up the stairs, that bottle of scotch oddly gone...completely. Bottle nowhere to be found. A wave to Migo, then his form is lost amongst the darkended corridor at the top of the stairs.