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Tetran is sitting on a bench in the downtown area, not far from the tavern, his PDA not out like usual, as he just looks at the former destruction of the area, one arm wrapped around a plushie of a lyiri.
Katrin walks out of the tavern and looks around, stretching out and muttering a quiet curse to herself. She wraps her jacket around her a little tighter and starts down the street, pausing as she takes note of Tetran. "My policy has not changed, Mr. Tetran," she says coolly. "You will stay out of my tavern, and away from Rose."
Tetran cuddles the plushie softly to himself, chewing on it's ear and nodding, "Mhmm, I'm not in the tavern," he says, just watching the area a bit more, rocking a bit and thinking, foot shuffling idly about on the ground.
Katrin just backs away slowly from Tetran and shakes her head. "You are more than a little Touched in the head," she says lightly and then continues along her way, toward the west.
Tetran continues to sit on the bench thoughtfully, holding a plushie of a lyiri.
Ricky walks in from the Western Settlement. He seems to simply be out for an evening stroll, eyes looking up at the various buildings that stand nearby. He focuses for a bit on some of the more damaged buildings.
"Good eve," Katrin greets of Ricky as she wanders by him, eyes trailing up and down his body with an open interest and look of approval.
Ricky comes to a stop quite suddenly as Katrin speaks to him. He blinks a couple of times, and then turns his attention to the woman, focusing on her as he replies, "Good...uh...eve to you as well." He tilts his head a little before asking, "Can I help you?"
Tetran watches as people go about their business, stretching a bit, before going back to cuddling the plushie, and trying to look thoughtful, patting his PDA on his belt.
"Is it not merely politely to greet a person as you walk by them?" Katrin asks curiously, pausing to look at Ricky again. "I do like to be polite and friendly with people on the island."
"I suppose it is. My apologies, I guess I am just used to a more anonymous existence. Like on Comorro or some of the more settled world." Ricky replies, grinning just a bit. "Richard Welch, by the way," he says, holding out a hand for Katrin to take. If he notices Tetran, there is little to indicate it.
Tetran giggles a bit, before standing from the bench and pacing about the front of the tavern, and then around a bit further away from it to look about, putting the plushie on his back and adjusting it as if he's carrying a person, and smiles softly, walking.
Jane escapes from the tavern, red-faced and panting with her noisy motorized dinosaur in tow. She stops, wide-eyed, glancing around at the people passing by the tavern. "BLOOD, THERE'S BLOOD EVERYWHERE! OH MARGARET, WE CAN'T STOP, RUN!!" The red-head shrieks, inhales quickly, and takes off at a dead run heading east.
"Katrin," the woman replies. "You can call me Katrin." She tilts her head and looks up at Ricky. "What has brought you to Eiru? You don't necessarily look like a beach goer. Not with your pale skin."
"I jus...hold on." Ricky says as he hears the screaming coming from the tavern. The man turns on his heel and then starts jogging in the direction of the tavern apparently wanting to check out the commotion.
Tetran watches all the commotion and just runs into the tavern also, obviously disregarding what Katrin has said, although he seems more worried than anything as he does.
"Shades," Katrin mutters as she also goes sprinting back toward the tavern. "There's never a quiet moment, I swear."
Bull and Hawk Tavern - <Eiru, Pyracan>
The large first floor of is home of the Bull and Hawk Tavern, built entirely of dark woods. Walls have been paneled in the same wood as the bar, polished and kept free of dust or grime that could come from daily interactions. High on the walls, near the ceiling are carvings of the hawk in silent flight or the stampeding bull. The designs make their way around the entire border, lending to the establishment's name. A C-shaped bar sits against the back wall with cushioned stools lining the entire length.
A hearth is located on against the right wall, with a large marble mantle carved with six figures - a wildcat, a raven, a mongoose, a horse and rider, a bear and in the center, a rampaging bull. Freestanding tables dot the open the floor, about a dozen in total, some near the hearth. In colder weather, a fire roars there, but during the warmer months, it remains empty, or has decorative baskets lying inside. Hanging above the mantle is a banner of brown silk with a rampaging bull featured prominently. Flying overhead and just slightly smaller is the image of a striking hawk.
Lining both left and right walls are luxurious booths. Each of these booths is more of a cocoon of wooden warmth, lined by velvet cushions of a deep red. Instead of merely just a place to eat a meal and talk, the booths are literally carved from wood, with unique tables settled inbetween two high backed bench-liked structures that curve upwards to the ceiling. The outline of the two seats as they face each other is roughly oval shape, but each booth has its own small variation to create a uniqueness to each spot. To add to this uniqueness, designs have been painted on each of the wood frames, each depicting something different. Some are just flower designs, while others repeat the figures on display along the hearth's mantle. Gauzy red curtains are tied back at each booth, easily released in case the diners prefer a more intimate experience.
On the left side of the bar is a door that leads into the kitchen, succulent smells drifting outwards at all times of the day from featured cuisines of many different cultures. To the right is a large staircase that leads to the second floor, the railing carved with a pattern of roses.
Electricity has very subtly been brought into play through the whole tavern and inn, soft and subtle lights hidden high in the ceiling.
Indeed, after about twenty five- thirty seconds passes, Eelim comes back to his senses, goofy smile falling. "Phew...That shit is wild." A look towards the two, "...Where the hell did Al go?"
"Ah, I see. What the hell's a brain bender?" Everett asks, peering at the glass that held the concoction that Eelim just downed. And then Eelim comes out of it, and asks his question, to which Everett responds, "She went off, apparently somebody uh... contacted her on that magic... thing."
Willow and Eelim are currently seated at the bar, and Everett is close by. The trio are talking.
Willow's shoulders slump when Eelim comes back to his senses. "Oh, something came up. She rushed out in a hurry," she replies, as she gives a nod of agreement to the cowboy. "And the brainbender is some drink that gives you a rush. I've never tried one myself."
Ricky barrels through the door, looking as if he half expects there to be some sort of firefight or disaster in the tavern. When he spots no such thing, he turns to look over his shoulder, and then calls into the tavern, "Is...is everything alright?"
Tetran walks into the tavern, but noticing nothing seems to be wrong for the moment, he rubs his cheek, and reaches a hand to pet the plushie on his back, pulling it back under his arm, and waving, moving from the tavern.
Katrin comes skidding into the bar right behind Ricky and flies right into his back in her haste to be back inside. "What the in name of the Light just happened?" she bellows, looking around. Nothing out of place. Hmm. Tetran gets a look. "OUT!" she shouts. "Emergency or not, you were told to not step foot in this bar. Do it again, even for a second and I will have you arrested."
Eelim rises to his feet then, nodding to the two. "Well, my girls waitin' up for me, I need to get rollin." He looks towards Katrin and Tetran with a raised brow, offering a, "Peace out." To Willow and Everett as he moves towards the exit. "Better head out, homey." Eelim says as he passes Tetran.
Everett peers at Tetran a moment before every line on his face takes a rather quick turn downward as he recognizes him. The big man stands on up, and saunters on over to the other rifter, telling him, "You heard the lady, pal. I'm gonna have to ask you to leave." The cowboy crosses his arms over his chest and continues, "Now, when I say 'ask' you to leave, sure as fuck I mean I'm TELLIN' you to leave, and don't'chu gimme no lip neither."
Willow's startles as Ricky barrels through the door, causing her to spill her beer and she cries out in shock. "By the Saints!" she cries, as she looks down to see where the beer landed in her lap. She's more worried about the dampness than getting involved. She blinks at Eelim, and offers a little bit of a confused look. "Uh, bye. Nice seeing you again!"
Ricky is nearly bowled over by Katrin, but, reaches out and grabs onto a nearby table to keep himself upright. He looks over his shoulder at the shouting woman, then the shouting cowboy, and then at Tetran. He starts to slowly back out of the tavern, saying, "Err...well...nice place.."
Tetran continues to walk out of the tavern, plushie still under his arm, not much listening to anyone and seeming to mumble to himself.
"That's what she hired me for." Everett says, walking back over to his booth and sitting easily back at the bar in a spot he can see the whole bar. "I am the damned bouncer, you know." he orders himself a shot of whiskey and takes it back, putting it on his tab with the bar.
Katrin clears her throat, "My apologies for the behavior, Mr. Welch," she says quietly. "That man has been informed many times that he is not welcome in this establishment after his continued harassment of one of my employees. It apparently has not sunk in yet."
Ricky nods slowly, "Right...well...that's...something." He seems a bit put out at not finding gore and blood. "So, nobody here needs any aid?" he asks.
"I want a free beer!" whines Willow, as she climbs off the barstool and tries to wipe some of the fluid from her skirt. "I spilled it with all the yelling!"
"Sorry, miss." Everett says, nodding to Willow before grinning at Katrin and saying, "Sorry. Took me a bit to actually notice him, there." he takes up his shot and takes a swig from it.
"A round on the house," Katrin calls to the bartenders. "To make up for the... display." She shakes her head and sighs. "So much for a nice quiet walk," she grumbles.
Ricky turns back towards Katrin, and then says, "Well...if you want I'm heading back outside if you'd like to continue our conversation?" Perhaps in a slightly hopeful tone.
Free drink? Willow actually seems happy about that, but not so much that her clothing is wet from beer. It also means that the enterprising young Later orders the most expensive drink she can, in the biggest glass she can. If she can get away with that of course.
Katrin smiles up at Ricky, "Yes, that sounds like a wonderful idea," she agrees. She gestures to the door. "After you."
Downtown - <Eiru, Pyracan>
Consisting of four main streets with a combination goverment/law enforcement building in the center, building here has begun to fill in, and is pleasantly landscaped with a great view of the teal sea. Save for the aforementioned government/law enforcement building, a sanitation facility, and a desalination facility, the Outversers have been left to their own devices in creating infrastructure. Fused sand pathways lead west towards the western edge of town and the beach beyond, and east towards the settlement's docks and landing pad.
There are several broken windows and plasma-style scorch marks across half a dozen closely-grouped buildings, as if there was a major firefight.
Ricky leads out the door, and then nods at some of the damage in the area, "So, how bad has it been around here?" he asks.
"Between the Nall attack and a wide assortment of random issues, it has been quite interesting," Katrin replies absently. "I must say, never a dull moment."
Ricky nods slowly, "I see. Can't say I'd like to live here then. I'm just sort of bumming around. Between jobs at the moment. Not really sure that metal working was quite for me. So, I've come to Pyracan to check the place out. Maybe settle down and think about opening a business. But...if there's so much action here, maybe not..."
Katrin scratches at one cheek. "What type of work do you do?" she asks curiously.
"Bit of this, bit of that. Used to be a pilot in the Vanguard before I ended up here. Pops was a military contractor, built warships, so I've dabbled in ship design, engineering, fabrication, all that. Since the war I was workin at a shipyard welding plates onto cruisers. Dull work."
Gears seem to be working in Katrin's head. "Well, depending on the type of work you'd be interested in, I could possibly have a proposition for you." She offers a smile. "I am currently putting together a crew of people to man a recent acquisition of a ship. It will mostly be for exploration."
"What sort of position?" Ricky asks, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He grins just a little, and then says, "So, you weren't just talking to me because I'm a pretty face?"
"Well, I was initially," Katrin replies. "But it just so happens that there's more to you than a pretty face." She waves a hand absently. "I am currently looking to fill all positions on the ship. From Captain down to janitor, if necessary."
Ricky smirks just a little, "Well, I was the pilot of a capital ship. I am more than qualified to be a simple pilot but...you need a Captain you say? Why not yourself?"
Katrin shakes her head, "I know nothing about star ships," she replies. "I am Fastheldian. We come from a place where there's no space travel. Very simple. Very little technology. I would be a hindrance in command. My greatest talent is in money and making it."
"Commanding a ship is easy. You don't really need to know it, so much as you need to know the people helping you run it." Ricky explains, before he nods a bit, "I..can't say I've heard of that place, to be honest."
Katrin smiles, "I would just feel more comfortable with another person in command of the ship. Granted, they would report and answer to me, but I also have other business ventures and cannot be flying about the universe, as much as I would like."
Ricky nods once, "Fair enough. What sort of ship is it you have?" he asks.
"I have a list of the specs in my office," Katrin replies, gesturing toward the tavern. "Like I said, this is not really my type of thing. I can do a walk through with you at some point, if you were interested."
"Ah, well, I'd love to visit and have a look at your specs." Ricky says, before blinking, and saying, "I mean, your ship's specs."