Cornerian Bar #2

[Ris Grestar]

"She?" the wolf repeated quietly in surprise, not understanding her hint.  "No, it was a guy...Couldn't you tell?  Or was that just a slip of the tongue?"

[Guest DRL]

"Oh yeah, he, sorry." She replied.

"You know, with so many

languages to keep in mind,

mistakes are somewhat common."

She added.

[Guest Para Astaroth]

Lazarus rose an eyebrow slowly and turned his attention away for a moment.  "What is wrong with people nowadays...?  I don't believe I have breasts and a--  Ya' know, I'm not going there..."  He rotated his ears back around to the two's conversation and went back to smoking and drinking again.  He went to take another swoller of his wine but it was empty, so he asked for a refill; he also asked for another thing of cigarettes.

He looked slightly to the two's direction, Languages?  Then yours must be the 'Idiot of Society' one...  He snickered to his thought and breathed in a simmer of his cigarette.

[Ris Grestar]

"Oh yeah, he, sorry." She replied.

"You know, with so many

languages to keep in mind,

mistakes are somewhat common."

She added.

"I'm not multi-lingual, I'll tell you that right now." Tyr replied, smiling lightly.  "But tell me...What -was- that guy?"

[Guest DRL]

"I'm not multi-lingual, I'll tell you that right now." Tyr replied, smiling lightly.  "But tell me...What -was- that guy?"

"Probably some sort of morpher. I did not see him turning

into anything else, so I doubt he is a shapeshiter.

Instead, he seemed to be able to morph his body

to obtain the properties of certain materials."

She said.

Then adding, in a mockingly manner

"But I have to tell you:

I have seen toughter guys."

She said, glaring at the ear that was

pointing at ther direction.

[Ris Grestar]

"Well, I won't lie, it would've been bad if he touched me..."  Tyr was considering throwing a glance at the lynx, but he decided against it.  "It seemed like he could turn his arms into whatever weapons he needed...Heh, then I suppose it was a good thing he -didn't- touch me."

[Guest Para Astaroth]

"And I bet they weren't similar to me."  Lazarus mocked back, but not looking to the group.  He took a big swig of his wine and pressed the budd of his cigarette into the ashtray, then pulled out his last match, lit it, and placed the fire to it.  He pushed a cloud out, but it wasn't as 'good' as his own.  "Tsh...  Damn wimpy kind...  Never are as satisfying as my own..."  He snarled at it, then breathed in a good bit of it. 

[Guest DRL]

"Well, I won't lie, it would've been bad if he touched me..."  Tyr was considering throwing a glance at the lynx, but he decided against it.  "It seemed like he could turn his arms into whatever weapons he needed...Heh, then I suppose it was a good thing he -didn't- touch me."

"Like I said, I have dealt with those before.

To be really honest, I did happen to be a bit lucky,

because I did make a mistake back then." She paused.

"But then, all morphers have more or less the same

weaknesses. Remember to maintain your distance,

after all, they all preffer melee over aiming."

[Ris Grestar]

"So long as you remain focused, it isn't too difficult to dodge." Tyr agreed with a nod, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms over his chest, quietly examining Interlocke.

[Guest DRL]

"I have to admit. This one seems the

serial-killer kind, which is rare on morphers.

A big body, a big ego, and a bloodbath

whenever it is possible. Keep your eyes

open, and do not think you have the surprise

element, for rarely you will."

She said.

"And avoid small places. They love

to rip the body parts out of

their victims in those." She added.

[Ris Grestar]

"Believe me, I don't plan on fighting him again unless it's necessary...But yeah, from what he said, that description sums him up very well."  Tyr remarked, his tail flicking to the side.  "You know, you're very observant.  It comes in handy, doesn't it?"  He knew she was just giving her advice, but he wished she would stop.  The wolf wasn't going to let the man touch him; her warnings only served to make him feel somewhat inferior.

[Guest DRL]

"Of course." She replied,

with a slight smile.

"...And I do not fight unless it is

necesary, either. In fact, that is

usually part of leaving without a

trace. Killing people only makes

it difficult."

[Ris Grestar]

"Yeah, with st--...Yeah, it does." he corrected himself.  "But anyway, good..."  Tyr figured he better just tell her, offering a friendly smile.  "And...don't worry about me, okay?  I'll be fine."

[Guest DRL]

"With stealth, yes." She blinked

an eye. "And okay." She added.

[Ris Grestar]

Tyr suddenly smiled, nodding.  "Stealth, thank you, that's the word.  But yes, exactly what I mean."

'Heh, good save...'

[Kursed]

"So you're a telepath." Tyr remarked with a twitch of his ear, leaning back slightly in his seat.  "Interesting...I suppose I'll have to watch my thoughts then, won't I?"

He wasn't joking when he said that.

"Yes I suppose you will."Tala noted "Sorry bout that or do you not mind me being in your head?"

[Ris Grestar]

"Yes I suppose you will."Tala noted "Sorry bout that or do you not mind me being in your head?"

(OOC:  Sorry, but he left the table.  Would you like him to come back? =P)

[Kursed]

(OOC:  Sorry, but he left the table.  Would you like him to come back? =P)

(Yes please I assumed we moved the discussion here.)

[Ris Grestar]

(Yes please I assumed we moved the discussion here.)

(OOC: lol Okay)

Nodding to Interlocke, he said, "Well, I'm off again.  Gotta get back to another pair.  I'll talk to you again later, 'kay?"  With a smile the wolf got up, remembering to take his cloak this time, and returned to the table with Tala and Spyra.  After talking with the spy he was in pretty good spirits.  "Alright, sorry about that girls."

[Guest DRL]

"Okay". Interlocke nodded as Tyr

left.

[Guest Para Astaroth]

Lazarus watched Tyr's image cycle to Tala and Spyra's table through the liquid in glass, and through the glass on his cup.  He then turned his attention to Interlocke through his glass -- He envisioned seeing her dead in pool of blood with meat hanging from racks.  He snapped to reality and sneered as his lips touched the glass once more and finished off another round.  "Another."  he asked, setting the glass back on the counter and the bartender quickly taking it up.

[Guest DRL]

The spy glared at Lazarus

for moment, a challenging

look in her eyes. "...Not know.

this is not either the moment,

situation, or place appropiate."

She thought.

She then examined the rest of the

bar. Everybody was pretty much doing

their own business.

[Kursed]

(OOC: lol Okay)

Nodding to Interlocke, he said, "Well, I'm off again.  Gotta get back to another pair.  I'll talk to you again later, 'kay?"  With a smile the wolf got up, remembering to take his cloak this time, and returned to the table with Tala and Spyra.  After talking with the spy he was in pretty good spirits.  "Alright, sorry about that girls."

"AS I was saying "Yes I suppose you will have to whatch your thoughts."Tala noted "Sorry bout before or do you not mind me being in your head?"

[Ris Grestar]

"Now that I know, I shouldn't have any more troubles.  I just won't think certain things near you." he replied calmly, giving a light nod.  "You're fine."

[Guest Mr. Mario]

Leon woke up and noticed he was in his room again.

"Huh...who moved me here..." Leon got up from the bed and took out his phone.

'Somethings wrong here...' Leon thought

He dialed someones number...

YOU REACHED TYR'S NUM-

"Sh*t, wrong number." Leon quickly hung up and dialed a different number.

"Hello?" The male voice greeted.

"It's Leon Kennedy, I need your help Frank."

"Sure, what seems to be the problem?"

"Ugh...it appears there was some fighting going on outside a bar i'm in, I need you to take some photographs."

"Well...I am Frank West, the expert photographer. When do you want me to show up?"

"Just wait a moment..." Leon pressed a button from his watch.

Frank showed up after a minute or so.

"Hey Leon, long time no see." Frank and Leon shook hands.

"Heres what you need to do. I need you to explore the bar and take some photographs. We may have some criminals here."

"Ok...now how about a weapon? My reflexes won't do a thing to many groups."

"Just find whatever you can use all right? We both hunted zombies before."

Frank opened the door and went away from Leon.

Frank went to the roof, not seeing anyone, Frank took out his camera and started to take some pictures for Leon's "evidence"...

Frank went to the bar and sat down on a chair.

"Man...talk about fancy." Frank thought as he looked around. He saw Tyr but Leon warned Frank not to talk to him.

"It wouldn't hurt meeting people." Frank thought. "Excuse me, sir?" Frank stared at Tyr.