Dark Wings (Open)

The server girl rolled her eyes, seeing how Eli was being really bad at fitting in. She decides to be a little helpful as she took the money, and speaks to him through her gas mask, distorting her voice. "Look buddy, you want to make friends with a gang, you do 'em favors, or you mess up their rivals, or pay for a drinkin' contest. Nobody spikes Botulax's drinks here in Botulax. It's a rule. ."

Far above the bar entrance, Taminah watched the people who were entering and leaving Botulax, still bored. She entered her nest to speak with her guest, but he was hiding under the bed. She felt she wasn't ready to talk to him yet. She observed a cloaked character trying to get in, his body language a bit off. She shrugged it off, and rolled over on the catwalk, yawning.

The bouncer quickly relented, if only because more important clients were arriving. Asimov was quickly herded into the club. The night was still young... what else would the trio try?

Meanwhile, the waitress Eli paid approached the biker circle with drinks, and they seemed to cheer... in a low, depressed groan but it was a cheer nonetheless.

The bikers now laughed at Eli and his intentions. They weren't sure if he was being brave or stupid. A few of the drinks he bought were set down on the table.

"Get over here then, and don't talk so loud." They offered Eli a seat, and passed him a shot of each primary colored drink.

"So, you wanna hear about the Wings, huh? Bunch of egotistic pricks... " The raise their glasses, prompting Eli to drink.

Depending on which one Eli drank, The red one burned like swallowing fire, while the blue one felt like liquid nitrogen. The yellow one was painfully sweet and viscous, and clung to the throat like molasses. Each one was powerful and alcoholic and nature, and it took a strong stomach- and liver- to keep them down.

The biker circle was not very impressed with Eli, unable to down even one drink. Then again, neither could they- each glass was an invitation to suffering.

"Who's your friend there? Can he hold down a drink?" One of them asked. It seemed their mood was improving. A little more goading and they would likely speak.

Rudmed merely nodded to Asimov as a response before following him back to Eli, where it seems he was about to get the gangsters to speak. The inqusitor was just fine with standing close enough to listen, but when one of the bikers addressed him, calling him 'the one in the funny' hat.' If looks could kill the biker would have been dead ten times over from the glare Rudmed gave him, but nonetheless he sat the table and ordered a drink. He wouldn't drink it relying on the others' drunken stupor to not question it at all.

"I wouldn't worry about our survival." Rudmed said confidently as he raised his glass, "I assure you, the trouble they the city state will be over. If any survive they'll have something to really fear." He was of course talking about himself, he was not quite sure what his companions could do, but most likely the Dark Wings would at least fear him.




If not he would give them good reason to.

((Sounds good to me, are we waiting for Necro, or is s/he waiting to join at a different point?))

"We'll survive alright. We've faced worse than than thugs with wings."
The "we've" was a bit of a lie, since he hadn't actually been through anything with the others yet. But he alone had surely gone through worse, Rudmed had probably as well. The scientist, maybe, but he probably wouldn't be doing too much fighting.