Outside The Bar

[Star_Dragon]

(OOC:  Yeah, Ris trailed off just a bit there.)

Even though it wasn't his first time, the translocation still made Ris feel both excited and queasy.  Considering the situation and who he was, though, the fox quickly shook it off, his ears perked and listening intently to the conversation passing between the other two.  When Kylet'oran turned to him, Ris' tail flicked to the side.  "Eridanus Secundus?  Heh, nope.  Not a thing."

"Well," Kylet'oran said, "In a nutshell, the place *was* an insurrectionist colony... before it got wiped out, that is." Scoffing, Kylet'oran added, "Can't imagine why this guy would be going to a dead colony."

    "To get something," K'tana stated. Kylet'oran looked at her.

    "Reason?"

    "Remember that cold case that had you out on the wiry edge? The one involving the Dreadnaught Retribution's Thunder?"

    "Impossible," Jason declared. "That ship has to be crewed by a crew of at least 6,000!"

    "On the contrary," K'tana said. "That ship was designed to be run by a top-of-the-line AI should the crew become incapacitated or unavailable. I pullled the records of Kyle Indari and the Retribution's Thunder. Kyle doesn't travel alone. He has two above-the-top-of-the-line AIs, Izanagi and Kellman."

    "So?" Jason said.

    "Izanagi and Kellman were the two AIs assigned to that ship." K'tana countered. There was a long moment of silence as this was taken in.

    "Sir... Kylet'oran... We're in over our heads." Razuul stated.

    Kylet'oran sat in the command chair in silence. Finally, a smile broke out on his face. "K'tana... Remember the Battle of Kee'bakk III? The Kemorainian Mobile Weapons Platform?"

    K'tana smiled. "I'm with you, Kyle." She immediately went to work, her hands dancing along the console.

    Kylet'oran sat back in his chair. "Good times, Ris... good times."

[Ris Grestar]

Ris didn't understand a lot of what they were saying simply because he had never experienced it.  He'd been in battles before, but never any in space the only flying he had ever done wasn't even piloted by himself, but rather just when he took a shuttle to another planet.

All the Arctic Fox could really do at that point was trust that Kylet'oran and the others knew what they were doing.  He, at least, seemed pretty confident.  His ears perking when the man spoke to him, Ris gave a quiet chuckle.  "The glory days for you, eh?  Heh, must be fun to look back at."

[Star_Dragon]

(Last post for now. Gotta go. 'Till next week, man!)

Ris didn't understand a lot of what they were saying simply because he had never experienced it.  He'd been in battles before, but never any in space the only flying he had ever done wasn't even piloted by himself, but rather just when he took a shuttle to another planet.

All the Arctic Fox could really do at that point was trust that Kylet'oran and the others knew what they were doing.  He, at least, seemed pretty confident.  His ears perking when the man spoke to him, Ris gave a quiet chuckle.  "The glory days for you, eh?  Heh, must be fun to look back at."

"Yeah," Kylet'oran agreed. "Glory days. I wasn't kidding when I told you I've faced enemies terrifying enough to freeze your soul."

    "Message away." K'tana said.

    "Good," Kylet'oran responded. "Set a course for Eridanus Secundus and engage."

(Later.)

[Ris Grestar]

"I suppose you weren't..."  After a short time, his ear twitched uncertainly.  "So that huge ship thing...It's not gonna kill us, right?"

[Kursed]

(Riiiiight... Well, I still need a response from your char before I proceed. I'm glad you're enjoying this. Trust me, in Rp'ing, I can get *quite* creative. Just take a look at Star Fox: Starfleet Command [Old Threads] and Devils & Demons of the Dark [RP Requests])

(She's calling KyleT'oran she just calls him Kyle.

[Ris Grestar]

(She's calling KyleT'oran she just calls him Kyle.

(OOC:  Then I ask for clarification in the future lol)

[Kursed]

(yeah I'll have to work on that..)

[Ris Grestar]

(yeah I'll have to work on that..)

(OOC:  Well, you know, just 'cause there was already someone referred to as Kyle by everyone and Krystal had met him before...so...yeah ^^;  My bad.)

[Kursed]

(She's met KyleT'oran before too though.) "KyleT'oran what is going on now coemone Answer your command ship said you were on this frequency!"

[Guest Mr. Mario]

"Did you hear that Chris?" Leon asked.

"Yeah...something about dragons and KyleT'oran..." Chris replied.

"There's Krystal!" Leon pointed at her.

"Good, leave it to me." Chris got up before Leon got a hold of him.

"What're you doing Leon? Let go of me!" Chris shouted, enough for everyone to hear.

"No, you're going to get killed by telepath!" Leon angrily told Chris.

"I don't care, that Krystal must be neutralized at once!" Chris kicked Leon and Leon released Chris's leg enabling him to run.

"Chris...not you too..." Leon slowly said to himself, he took out his phone and hacked through Krystal's communications.

"Krystal, it's Leon, Chris Redfield is coming after you,I repeat, Chris Redfield is coming after you. The only way you'll kill him is with his knife, guns and your telepath won't work."

"Looks like I have to help her." Leon thought as he got up and ran to Chris and Krystal.

Leon caught up to Krystal and shouted to her "Krystal, I was the one who was talking to you, I know you hate me but we both have to take out Chris together!"

Chris took his phone out "Jack, Ada, come in! I need your help so we all can get our rewards."

Jack Krauser and Ada Wong jumped out of nowhere and stood next to Chris.

"Give up Leon, you can't save Krystal." Ada taunted and took out her rocket launcher.

"Yeah...you should've known better, comrade." Jack took his knife out.

"So Leon...are you and Krystal ready to die?" Chris took his gatling gun out.

Leon turned to Krystal and whispered in her ear "Listen, i'm not the bad guy here, those 3 guys in front of us are. Please Krystal...help me."

"I can't hear you guys." Chris said.

Krystal looked at Leon...

[Kursed]

(Umm just for the Record Krystal isn't anywhere near the bar or any place someone could easily get to her in this dimension of roleplaying.

[Guest Mr. Mario]

"Come on Leon..." Chris said.

Leon said "That's not Krystal."

"WHAT?!?!?"

"Its a dummy of her that I made for you."

Leon took a match and lit the string to the dynamite inside the Krystal dummy.

"See ya!" Leon escaped in the bar.

[Ris Grestar]

Lazarus soon walked up onto the roof and shut the door behind him; tossing the fork off the side of the roof.  "Well...  What shall we do first...?"  He said to himself as he circled Tyr slowly.  "Hmm..  No sense in keeping this idiots form on...  Better return to my original self."  He then placed a hand over his face and his disguise dissolved off of him.  He threw his hand to the side as his real self was revealed to Tyr -- wearing a red hoodie, black near-skin-tight jeans, and removing his last victim's shades from his eyes, which were a cold silver in tone.

Lazarus then stopped as he stared at Tyr menacingly now.  "Any comments you want to make--"  His arms then morphed into black organic material with bladed fingers as long as a broom stick, "--Before I rip you to bloody ribbons?!?!"  He then threw his arms to his sides as he quickly hunched over.

Tyr watched calmly, though on the inside he was surprised and rather horrified, too.  'Son of a bitch...What is this guy?'

Reaching up, the silver wolf threw his cloak to the side, his tail slowly swishing behind him as the cloak slowly floated to rest on the roof.  Tyr unsheathed his dagger, its silver blade shining in the sunlight, holding it backhanded at the ready, his right hand clenched tightly into a fist.

"Bring it on."

[Guest DRL]

Interlocked followed them to the roof, silently.

Opening the door was not a difficult task at all;

a simple lock-picking did it.

She tried to remain relatively hidden.

She also did not wanted her new 'work mate'

to be cut to ribbons. "Maybe he can handle

this... And if not" She thought, readiying

slightly her laser pistol.

[Guest Para Astaroth]

"As you wish!!"  He said aloud and was soon upon Tyr -- up muzzle to muzzle with his right clawed hand raised and sneered menacingly.  It soon was zipping towards Tyr.

[Ris Grestar]

Tyr dove under the lynx's slash, in one smooth motion rolling and ending up on his feet behind him, his dagger held at the ready in front of him.

First he would learn how the lynx attacked, then it would be his turn.

[Guest Para Astaroth]

Lazarus shot his head over his shoulder in Tyr's direction.  His arms began to morph into another shape, but they kept swirling with black organic whips and threads.  He turned fully to Tyr and frowned a little to him, "Time to get--"  His arms crossed in the air and they morphed into two large, clenched, stone-like fists, which he slammed hard to the ground; two large, and long cracks spreading out with two large craters, "PERSONAL!!!"  He then pounded them one good time to the ground and dashed swiftfully to Tyr and threw his right stoned fist straighting towards Tyr.

[Ris Grestar]

Grunting, the silver wolf flipped forward, pushing off of the lynx's large, stone-like fist with his empty hand to give himself more distance, again ending up behind him in a low crouch as he spun back around.  "Look, just tell me what you're problem is and we can do something about it; I don't wanna have to kill you!"

[Guest Para Astaroth]

"Blood,"  Lazarus explained pulling back his fist and having them limp to his sides.  "Blood is all I seek:  I've obtained it...  Now I can't get enough of it."  He turned halfway and tilted his head towards Tyr.  "The taste is just savoring...  Don't you think?"  His fists then remorphed back into his original arms.  "But, if you are going to 'kill', so to speak--"  before his finished, his body soon started to harden and formed organic steel-like body armor all over his body, "Then try and do so."  His face was soon covered by the organic metal-like material and the eye sockets were triangular that glowed and evil red tone.

"C'mon...!  Gimme your best shot!"  His metal hands pounded onto his chest with a low thudd, "Right here."

[Ris Grestar]

"Hmph." Tyr grunted quietly, his icy blue eyes narrowing as he stood back up.  "I don't kill unless it's necessary."

[Guest Para Astaroth]

Lazarus glared at Tyr for a few moments and his armor soon started to dissolve.  "Well...  You certainly are a stubborn one...  But none that I haven't encountered before."  He then rested against the side of the roof and reached into his pocket for something.  "Don't kill for a reason, huh?  You seem like the p***y kind that always act as the lone wolf."  He then pulled out a cigarette that was colored all brown but retaining its form as he slipped it inbetween his lips, then pulled out a match, which caused his hand to immitate it's colors and properties, lit it, and he lit the cigarette.  He flapped his hand to outten the match, tossed it aside as his face was nearly engulfed in a blue-ish tobacco cloud; he blew a medium-sized cloud out.  "Those kind are the worthless ones.  You gotta have your mind set to kill something; not just say you're not going to kill without a purpose."  He then slipped the cigarette back inbetween his lips and leaned forward a little, "You have t'have a reason to kill.  Just saying you won't kill unless it's unnecessary just shows a gap in your weakness."

Lazarus slowly slipped the cigarette from his lips as he looked to the ground and blew a steady stream of smoke.  "It's pointless to show crap like that."  He looked back up to Tyr.  "Especially if you're one of the criminal or 'bad guys', as people around here call'em."

[Ris Grestar]

The lynx's words didn't bother Tyr.  He'd heard it before:  sparing lives was weak; hesitating to kill was weak; only acting in defense was weak.

But the wolf would have liked to see them try to touch him.  That way they would find out just how weak -they- really were.

Tyr slowly sheathed his dagger, his hand still gripping its handle.  "If there's no reason to kill you then there's no reason to kill you.  Most people would be happy I didn't end their lives."  His eyes flashed quietly at the lynx's last comment, his tail flicking to the side.  "Criminal or not, one can still hold their values."

[Guest Para Astaroth]

Lazarus huffed, "Think what you want.  Just listening to that muzzle of your yap and yap and yap just makes my ears want to bleed."  He then blew a puff of smoke towards Tyr and pushed off the side of the roof with the cigarette inbetween his lips.  "Values or not, killing is the better alternative.  And besides, it's quite hard to kill me since I regenerate, heal, and clone myself fairly quickly.  What I lack in smarts I make up for in knowledge for killing quietly."  He breathed in a simmer of tobacco and blew the smoke to the ground respectively.  "I never was fond of attacking whenever I was spotted and what not; it just doesn't feel powerful and untouchable.  To some, it's fine; to me, I hate it more than I hate watching two couples lubby-dubbying in the corner.  ERGHHHHH!!!"  At the thought, Lazarus formed an organic stone-like fist and slammed it into the side of the roof, "CHERNS MY BLOOD!!!  Boils prominent to a volcano becoming active and exploding in a quick flash!"  His breathing more errect than before as he glared annoyingly to Tyr.

"I knew off the bat you were more than you perceived; I respect that.  Everything else can be balled up and thrown down a toilet, for all I care."  He snapped back, and his hand morphed back to normal.  His cigarette was nearly finished until he spat it off the side of the roof, thumping off a bartender on break's head, and he walked a few yards to the side of Tyr until he came to the other side of the roof and rested his elbows on them; leaning as he did so forward.  "The world...  Is like bowl full of piss and s*** logs,"  He looked off to the distance sourly, "Never is pleasant to see, smell, or fathom; just sickens me to the bone marrow..."

[Ris Grestar]

Tyr quietly listened as the lynx ranted, his ear occasionally twitching at an angry remark, his tail swishing as the man made a good point.  When he walked off to the edge of the roof, the wolf continued to watch him.  "You're right about the world.  It's a terrible place.  But I intend to endure it and I'm making everyone else endure it as well.  It only seems fair to those like me."

[Guest Para Astaroth]

Lazarus glanced over at Tyr, "Then I suppose we aren't alike.  I enjoy killing a lot of people in a day, you seem as though you do little."  He looked off to the distance once more.  "The world can just die for all I care.  Depressional sounding or not, I just want EVERYONE to die in a massive blood puddle with me jumping in it like a kid on his first day to a swimming pool..."  He then leaned off of the roof and walked to Tyr.  "Ya' know, you aren't so bad for a criminally sane guy, like myself."  He then pointed to Tyr's head, "Just a matter of time before that thing makes you snap and you go ramped like I did a few years ago.  You willing to befriend a sane man such as myself?  I could teach you a few things and vice-versa."