During Arc IX: Unraveled Dreams and Forgotten Obligations, strange rifts in space and time threaten to tear apart the multiverse, and cause bizarre overlaps in reality, such as this confrontation between two different Remy LeBeaus ...
Rockhopper's Haven <Resilience: Ungstir>
This cavernous chamber in the natural rock of the Ungstir planetoid appears to be some kind of converted mining operation facility, with large, rusty ore grinders, separation platforms and storage silos arrayed throughout. Automated ore-hauling bots - still functional despite age - whir and clunk overhead, following tracks set into the ceiling that weave around the antiquated mining equipment.
Metal-seated stools border a semicircular bar counter which is about one hundred feet long from end to end.
The bartender is usually clad in mining gear - complete with hardhat and overalls - and it doesn't always appear to be just for purposes of keeping in theme. The Rockhopper's Haven has a reputation as a rough spot among rough spots, with fisticuffs and gunfights erupting on a fairly regular basis - thus keeping the civilian constabulary on their toes (when they aren't actually involved in the fights themselves).
Linus smirks slightly at Volanta's comment.
LeBeau shakes his head as Grim storms out. "I would realy like to know jus wha I di to hem, perhaps anoder time." He then turns to the bartender "Ged me an ale, I nee someting to ged me oud o seeing dat freak"
Volanta shrugs slightly and turns to Linus, "He looked alot worse last time I saw him."
Denick enters, looking over his shoulder, a puzzled look on his face, he turns his gaze towards the bar, and heads in that direction.
"Jesus H. Christ onna maki roll, I'm thirsty," growls Atelia. She prowls into the room with the slinky Vashti. "Vash, you got any clank down in that overstuffed brassiere o yourn?"
Tinal shakes its fat head, and decides to leave the bar.
Linus glances to the entering Vashti and Atelia for a moment, causing his silvery eyes to flash briefly. He sighs and heads over to the bar.
Denick sits down on a stool, and then flinches as he hears Atelia begin to speak behind him.
His interest mildly piqued, and having no where else to go, Shaw decides to take a seat at a table near the bar so he can watch what is going on. He orders a drink from a passing waiter.
Volanta follows Linus, sitting on the first available stool and waving to the bartender. "Vollistan sunset, no ice."
Tinal drifts out.
LeBeau looks up with an unseen look of surprise before he look back over his shoulder to spot Atelia and Vashti. He tilts his head some and closes his eyes as if fighting some urge and just watching the two for a moment
Denick says something quietly to the bartender, then casually looks over his shoulder at Atelia and Vashti.
Linus requests a Sivadian ale and endures an eyeroll from the bartender.
"Mmm, darling, be patient," cooes said slinky Vashti. "Maki rolls don't quench thirst certainly." She sashays her way past a table, deliberately angling her hips so the long sloop of leg and thigh-high boot can be seen. "I do declare, this is such a disreputable place...Oh my! Teelia darling, look!" She reaches out to clutch at her companion's shoulder, pointing with a delicate, tapered finger in the direction of the bar.
Volanta checks his watch, tapping his foot absently against the ground as he waits for his drink. The Vollistan gives only a brief, absent glance to Vashti and Atelia.
Linus recieves his drink with some semblenace of gratitude, inspecting it briefly before taking an eager swill. His eyes wander again, landing on Vashti as she points toward the bar.
Atelia snarls, "Don't call me Teelia. It's A-telia, y'loose goose." She scratches absently at her scar, cold blue eyes following the woman's finger to the bar, then widening in surprise. "Remy's /here/? What is that Cajun hoop up to?" She swaggers over to the bar.
LeBeau lowers his head and turns around, faceing his back to the new arrivals. Hopeing that its not him they were pointing at but as he hears his name he sighs softly.
Shaw receives /his/ drink and looks at it suspiciously for several long minutes. Clearly it is not quite what he expected; possibly the green colouration of the liquid inside the class is the most pressing problem. Shaw isn't picky, though; after wafting the glass a few times, he steels his resolve and takes a swig of the drink. A grimace reveals his reaction to the mysterious beverage.
Denick accepts a somewhat dirty glass filled with a clear liquid from the bartender.
Jasra walks into the tavern, a frown on her faces as she heads straight for an empty seat at the bar. She flags a passing bartender, "Double scotch, please." she says softly, then casually glances around the tavern as she waits for her drink.
Vashti gives a throaty purr of a chuckle and glides after Atelia. "Touche, Atelia darling...touche. And yes...what is he doing here mmm?" As she gets within earshot she calls with sultry intent, "Remy cher...what /are/ you doing in this disreputable place? I am surprised at you - such a man of taste and perfection..." She throws an extra sashay in as she lifts a hand to pat a tendril of spiral curl into place, her lips pursed in a little pout.
The seat on Lebeau's right is empty, but the one on the left is occupied by an off duty miner. Atelia taps the man on the shoulder, and when he turns around, punches him in the jaw, rendering him unconscious. She hauls the body off the stool, then sits on it. "Heh. Now, Remy...why are you here? Talk to Vash an me."
Linus blinks at the sudden outbreak of violence, but doesn't seem outraged by it at this point. He watches the two with interest.
Denick flinches slightly again, at the punch, and the miner falling to the floor, as he sips his drink, he keeps his eyes on the three.
LeBeau watches Atelia take out the miner with a single punch and just toss the body aside. He turns to look over Vashti again " 'm sorry ladies, bu yu mus hav me mistaken fo someone else. I can assure yu dat 'm no who yu tink I am"
Shaw, who has been staring at his green drink out of the corner of his eye suspiciously for some time now, eventually appears to decide that perhaps it's not so bad anyway. He picks up the glass and starts to take a drink. Unfortunately, he is distracted by the miner's "accident" and takes rather a longer drink than he intended. It is only with great effort that he manages to swallow the drink, but when he does he pushes the glass away, never to be picked up again.
Jasra glances down at the decked miner, shrugs and picks up the drink the bartender just placed before her, laying the payment on the bar as she takes a long sip.
Volanta takes his drink, a ranebow of shifting colors. The Vollistan takes a small sip as he glances around lazily.
Vashti pouts lightly, her deep scarlet lips glistening as she runs the tip of her tongue over them. "Remy. This place is a pollution! You are talking funnier than normal! Isn't he, Atelia darling?" By this time she has sidestepped the unconscious miner, giving him a vicious kick in the ribs in passing, and has come up to behind LeBeau's stool, trailing a black-nailed finger down his neck.
Atelia looks at LeBeau, blinking. She then snorts out hyena laughter, slamming her fist down on the bar counter in her merriment. "Remy...oh, Jesus H. Christ on Alpha Centauri with cheerleaders, you are so hoopin funny! Y'sound like y'talkin from th'bottom of a well!"
Shaw sits at a table close enough to the bar so that he can watch what is going on. There is a glass full of a green liquid on the table, but Shaw and the glass must have had an argument because they are not on speaking terms. In fact, Shaw seems to be doing his best to ignore his drink as he watches LeBeau's trials as inconspicuously as possible.
Denson enters Rockhopper's Haven and heads straight for the bar, where he sits down heavily on a stool. A quick gesture flags the barkeep down, and a grumbled "Whiskey" sends him off again. Only then does he look around, noticing the crowd.
Shaw sighs slightly, and leaves some money on the table for his drink and he walks out of the bar.
Denick is taking a sip from his glass, and as Atelia speaks, he chokes for a moment or two, setting his glass down, and coughing a few times.
LeBeau tenses a bit at Vashti's touch, but surprisingly does nothing to stop it." He continues to look at Atelia " 'm sorry if I don seem righ to yu. Led jus say 'm no feeling myself today. A bid under da weather"
Vashti titters, hiding her mouth with ladylike langour behind her perfectly manicured fingers. "Mmmm, Remy darling, you sound like you have a cold. I can fix that." Upon which she slips her arms around the unfortunate LeBeau and draws him to face her, eyes half-lidding with flirtatious abandon from mascara'd long lashes. "Where's my kiss? Have you forgotten already?" she purrs.
Volanta chuckles as he listens to the conversation. The Vollistan slowly turns to Linus. "I'm never that lucky... I must be cursed." His aura flickers in amusement.
Atelia snickers. "Okey dokey, Remy." She flags down the bartender. "Whiskey, a bottle, an one a them...hey Vash, what is that thing yer always drinkin? A Merry Fairy?" She murmurs to LeBeau, "Y'foun y'target yet?"
Denson recieves his Whiskey, nodding approval to the barkeep without really paying attention to him as LeBeau and Co seem to be of greater interest.
A grim-faced fellow with dark eyes and tousled hair sweeps into the tavern like a force of nature, wielding a daunting steel staff. He props his feet about a yard apart and scowls, his gaze taking in the tavern patrons as he calls out: "Awride, Lawrd Faggin. Tep for'ard and git yor dew!" The accent is difficult to place - somewhere between Cajun and cockney. He thumps the staff on the floor, and awaits an answer to his challenge.
LeBeau looks at Vashti, not sure really how to respond "Forged wha? Leds jus keep going wit dis ting dat 'm no feeling righ an am no sur jus wha es goin on"
Denick turns his eyes to the new arrival, at the sound of the staff thumping, and they widen a bit in suprise.
Denson was about to sip at his whiskey when the sudden appearance of Remy catches his attention. He eyes the newcomer as he sips on the glass -- and almost spits the drink out. "What the--?!"
Volanta looks over his shoulder to the other LeBeau. His aura flashes to yellow, flicking and sputtering as he watches.
The change in Vashti at this point is remarkable. With a hiss she lets go of LeBeau and whirls around, her fingers crooking into claws as she snarls, "Bloody damnation blazing cats of Caernafon and vole stew in a pie...Atelia! What the hooping frick is going on, darling?" She glares between LeBeau and Remy, teeth bared in a very unladylike feral expression.
Remy laughs harshly. "Awright, ye beggar, too speenless to fess the keensaqueences oven yor ekshuns, essee! Feen, so beat. I feend ya joss da sem! An wheen I do, mine yerself, Lawrd Faggin. Mawk m'words, dew. I wheel breeeng ye down fer the wrong ye done to me b'loveed Joss'lianna!"
LeBeau closes his eyes and sighs as he turns back away from the rapidly decreasing scene he is involved in right now, just hoping it will go away
Denson quite obviously reaches for his weapon, growling unintellegibly, yet with a very cleary not friendly undertone.
Denick turns fully on his stool, watching the scene, his right hand slowly moving down from the bar to the left side of his jacket.
Atelia swiftly hops back off her stool and over the fallen man, her hand hovering over her pistol. "Hoop me...this ain't quite what the doctor ordered. Two Remys? One of ems gotta be a plant." She backs over to Vashti, eyes wary.
Volanta makes not the slightest move towards his weapon, smiling as he watches the scene unfold.
Remy begins to twirl the staff in his hand, then scowls and begins to approach the bar, scanning the patrons as he goes, snarling at them. He stops as he gets to Denick. "Yew seen 'im, teeny?"
Vashti lets her hand drop casually to the edge of the slit on her skirt, her sultry-lined eyes narrowed as she slowly, slowly eases backwards. With a turn of her head, sending ringlets of curls spilling fetchingly onto her cheeks, she calls towards Remy, "Remy mon, I ween, lawrd Fegin's not h'ar." Her accent switches abruptly from seductive slink to outright bewildering Fringe Scottish.
Denick 's hand stops before it gets inside his jacket, and he sets it down to rest on his lap, and he looks the man in the eyes, "No, I havent, but I heard some guy shouting for him a little while ago."
Denson relaxes ever so slightly, letting his hand drop from the handle of his weapon. "T' hell with it all," he groans, "I bet m' very soul on this being another 'shifting' thing..."
Remy nods slowly. "Dat, ah weeger, wuz nonce ozzer but a trozzersneck nem o' Greem, ya?"
Denick shrugs, "I didn't recognize him."
LeBeau continues to just sit at the bar and try to make himself as unnoticable as he can. Just hoping this shift will fade away soon.
Atelia frowns. "Jesus H. Christ in th'bed with Mavis Beacon, don't nobody speak Terran Standard roun here?" She glares at LeBeau. "Aight, you. What th'hoop is goin on here? Who d'you work for?"
Remy swings his attention toward the call of the petite form standing near the other Remy. First, his hard gaze seems to soften just a tad upon seeing Vashti. But then his ever alert eyes snap toward his doppleganger. His brow knits. He tightens his clutch on the staff, ceasing its perpetual spin. "Dare heez, ah weeger. Nawt sooch a pawr dee-skies, boot ah kinna seh ah recaw hevvin a tween." He begins to approach LeBeau, Atelia and Vashti.
Kendrick walks into the tavern and glances around.
Remy is walking toward LeBeau, Atelia and Vashti, who are at the counter.
Volanta taps his fingers slowly on the bar, swivling on his chair to point towards both LeBeaus. Vol's aura calms a bit, but it still yellow, for the most part.
Denick watches as Remy approaches the three, his right on his leg, drumming his fingers casually.
Vashti negligently reaches her hand from where she slipped it earlier, coming up with a wicked-looking stiletto knife. "Remy darlin' mon...y'mey be in th'roight o'it, laird m'bairn-heart," she purrs as she edges herself back towards the grimly approaching Remy. "An' y'had me fooled, Lawrd Fagin...t'were nae bad disguise mon." This is directed towards LeBeau with dropping venom in her voice. "Atelia...darling, I think we have a situation." An abrupt switch back to normality, with bewildering casualness.
LeBeau turns to look at Atelia again "Please, 'm no trying to cause any trouble jus a bid oud o place fo a shord amouno time es all. An I don work fo anyone, les o dem Fagin if dat es wha yu ar gedding ad"
Jasra sits at the bar alone (where she's been all along), sipping her drink and ignoring everything going on around her.
Remy blithely snatches up the slumped form of the unconscious man in the seat to LeBeau's left, and then shoves the poor miner off onto the floor, leaving the oblivious fellow in a sprawled heap. He thumps his staff, and it snaps to a third of its size. He lifts his chin, tucks the staff into a sort of holster, and settles into the chair next to the other LeBeau. He frowns. "Ye dinna heff to keeel 'er, Lawrd Faggin."
Carefully watching the two LeBeau's and the two women, Denson reaches out for his drink again. A quick swig, then the glass sinks down towards the counter again.
Linus picks up his drink and finds a nice'safe' place in the back of the tavern.
Kendrick hmm's slightly before moving over to the bar.
Atelia smiles evilly, her scar puckering her face into a demonic sneer. "We gotta sitiation aight." She plucks her own serrated dagger off her hip. "Th'kind I like." She hovers closer to LeBeau.
Jasra glances down the bar, and does a double take at seeing what looks like two LeBeaus. Her frown deepens.
Denick 's fingers being to drum a little faster, and he looks like he's beginning to tense up.
LeBeau takes a deep breath as he really tries to contain himself from letting his anger lose. "I di no kill anyone, especially yer Joss'liana. If she anyting like I tink she es den I could ne'er hurd her. An 'm no Fagin. If yu could e'er mistake me fo hem den yu mus be a dumber version o me den I though could happen"
Vashti sashays her way over to Remy and a look of hooded approval mixed with fanatic adoration veils her eyes as he casts the unfortunate miner to a rather hard place on the floor. At the mention of 'Joos'liana' however, an ill-concealed spark of pettish, jealous fury flares in her expression, quickly smoothed over as she slips her arms about Remy's waist and purrs, "Mmm, Remy m'heart's bairn."
Volanta lifts his drink slowly to his mouth, taking a small sip as he watches. Slowly, his luminescence fades back to a green.
Remy snarls. "Ye ensoolt m'hawnor, goot Lawrd Faggin. Eh deemand sateesfakshun." With that, he stands and draws the staff once more. With a click, it snaps open to full length. He steps away from the bar, approaching a space in the midst of the tables suitable for combat. He lifts his chin and extends his arms, staff held high. "Dew not cower further, m'lawrd."
Kendrick glances over his shoulder for a moment to see what's going on. He then turns to the bartender, "Gimme a beer."
Denson tips his head back in a deep, guttural groan. "Sweet baby Jesus, why me?" he asks the tavern ceiling, "All I wanted was a drink, and now _that_."
Volanta turns his back to the bar entirely, watching the LeBeaus. He hums something softly to himself.
Jasra turns in her stool at the bar as the other LeBeau moves to a clear space among the tables. She watches him cautiously, glancing now and then to the other LeBeau as if not quite figuring out what is happening.
LeBeau looks over at Remy and shakes his head "Pud yer staff away, an am I really dat hard to understan, o yu jus making id worse wit yer stupidity?"
Atelia growls, eyes narrowed to arctic slits. "Well, clone. Or Lord Fagin. Whatever th'hoop y'are...get y'arse over there n fight!" She waves LeBeau over to Remy with her dagger. "Now."
Remy shouts, his brow knitting. "Dew wha she awrders, Lawrd Faggin! Tarry nah further!"
Kendrick moves over and stands next to Jasra. He leans against the bar and nods slightly.
Vashti - who bears a striking resemblance to a certain feisty punk-haired girl known as Sha, enough so they might be twins barring the hair and make-up - lifts her stiletto with bored langour and touches the point to LeBeau's neck lightly after Remy moves off to make his challenge. "Lord Fagin, I do believe it's payback time," she purrs. "Remy mon, m'heart's d'sire an' laird o'm'eyes, /kill/." Her eyes glint with a spark of sadistic cruelty as she angles a hip outwards, simmering sensuality and animal savagery a potent combination.
"Lord Fagin?" Jasra mouths as she looks at the LeBeau at the bar, and frowns more. She notices man who has moved to the bar beside her and returns his nod, "Hello." she says softly.
LeBeau looks to the dagger being pointed at him then he looks trying to meet Atelia's eyes "Yu don hav to do dis Teel..." He turns to look to Vashti "Neider do yu Sha. O perhaps yer ar differen enough dat yu can no e'en realise dat I am Remy LeBeau. Jus no yer Remy"
Remy growls, thumping his staff on the floor. "Stawp yawr dawdlin', m'lawd. Sooch cowawrdees ess oonbecommon."
"Don'call me Teel! Don'ever call me that!" Atelia is almost frothing. "Th'las'man called me that, gave me this." She tilts her head, to show her scar. "Course, I cut Nels arm off f'that...slowly." She motions again.. "Get yer hoop over there."
Denick's fingers begin to drum even faster, and he calls out, "How do you know the man with the staff isn't Fagin?"
Remy points his staff at Denick, crying out, "Vawshti, eef tha' wee man spack anawthawr wawrd, coot hees tawng owt."
Volanta smiles slightly, taking a deep breath and leaning back against the bar. The Vollistan continue to sip from his drink as he watches the bar.
Kendrick hmm's slightly as he looks over to Jasra. He considers something for a moment before turning his attention back to the larger group.
"Sha? /Sha/?" Vashti's mood change is lightning-swift; she is close enough that she can backhand LeBeau across the face, her face a mask of psychotic fury. "It's not enough, Lord Fagin, that you completely erased my name from the records when you handed me over to those dolts Grim and Slicer, and now you're giving me /back/ that accursed appellation? Faugh!" With a hiss of disgust she steps away, casting a simmering glance back towards Remy. "Aye, m'bairn. Wit' pleasure, I ween." And with predatory sashay, she glides towards Denick purposefully.
Denick stands, backing away as fast as she approaches, if he can match her speed.
Jasra shrugs at Kendrick's dismissal and returns her attention to the puzzle of the two LeBeaus, drawing back at little at the woman's slap of the LeBeau at the bar and her approach on Denick.
Kendrick reaches under his cloak and unholsters one of his pistols. Using the cloak to conceal his movements, he presses the pistol against Jasra's back, "Just incase..."
LeBeau's head snaps to one side a Vashti backhands him, he /almost/ strikes out at her but is able to hold in enough that only his body tenses, but that fire has been lit in his eyes and his lips turn to a grimace as he faces Remy. "Fine, I di no wanna mess wit yer universe o realidy, bu if yu ensis on taking dis couse o action den 'd looks like 'll hav to oblige yu." He Cuts the distance between him and Remy in half and just stands there glaring at the man.
Jasra takes a deep breath and sits slightly straighter as she feels the pistol pressed against her back. "In case of what?" she whispers to Kendrick.
Remy bows his head, then swings the staff in a smooth circle while spinning it, like some kind of overgrown and grungily dressed baton twirler, concluding by tossing the staff up toward the ceiling in a graceful arc that brings it back down into his waiting hand. He holds the staff at the ready. "Come, m'lawd. Ah keel yew queek."
Volanta tugs absently at his jacket, still watching. He reaches down and slowly scratches at his side.
Kendrick shrugs slightly and whispers back, "Things can get rough here. Gotta look out for a fellow crew member." He pauses for a moment, "Just make sure I get it back."
Gulping down the remainders of his drink Denson rises from his stool, a hissed breath leaving his lungs as he assumes a tense standing position, his seven-feet figure looming over most of the patrons. He glances into Vashti's general direction, then at Atelia, before settling his gaze on the two LeBeaus again.
Remy stands in an open space among the tables, facing someone who looks an awful lot like him.
Tolobo slides in with an amiable smile. He looks about, surveying the tavern.
Atelia chuckles, pulling out a cheroot and lighting it. She addresses LeBeau. "I don'care if yer Fagin or not. If yer a clone or not. If yer an evil twin from an alternate dimension or not." She blows out a cloud of smoke. "Remy is th'best there is at what he does, an he knowsit. So, gimme a good show, boy."
Jasra smiles at Kendrick, and whispers back to him, "Why thanks, but I am already armed."
Kendrick hehs slightly, "One can never have too many weapons."
Vashti continues to glide her predatory way towards Denick, stopping herself within about 3-4 feet of him and cocking a hip with sensual arrogance. "I do need a new tongue for my collection," she purrs as she gives her head a little toss to send the ringlets brushing over her cheeks. One finger tests the edge of the stiletto with unholy glee.
Denick continues to back away, scratching under the left side of his jacket with his right hand, "I don't want this to come to violence, but I'd advise that you keep your distance, and sit down."
Jasra smirks, "I agree." she says quietly to Kendrick, turning her attention back to the scene.
LeBeau watches the small display Remy puts on "I really will ahv to talk wit e'eryone else when dis es o'er an ask if 'm dis bad an dramtic. I am really hoping yer jus my taken to one bad extreame." He still make no move to attack the man, simply stands there staring at him.
Remy bends his knees, steps forward and extends his staff in LeBeau's direction. "Awn gawrde." He holds a hand above his head, fingers wriggling from out of his fingerless gloves.
Linus is, and has been in the back of the tavern, watching quietly
Tolobo blinks in confusion at the goings on "Hrml...Even the airbreathers must strugle to tell those two apart"
Kendrick moves away, "Well, this doesn't seem to concern me." He nods to Jasra, "If you need anything, I'll be at the ship." He moves away from the bar heading towards the door.
Jasra sits at the bar next to Kendrick, she's turned on the stool towards the confrontation of the two LeBeau's.
Tolobo slides his tank in from door a bit, but not very far into the bar. He frowns a bit at the two LeBeaus "Hrml...more violence? Hrml...when do these people find time to trade?"
LeBeau rolls his eyes at Remy and looks at the staff "Yu e'en know how to use dat yu fool. Hell if I knew wha repercussions killing yu would hav on dis realidy I would do id jus because yer so damn annoying"
Denick is backing away slow from Vashti, his right hand in the left side of his jacket, scratching at somthing, while he gestures with his left.
Denson folds his arms on his chest, still standing at the bar. His face bears a mask of desinterest, yet the fact that his gaze is never leaving the two LeBeaus makes clear this isn't exactly the case.
Remy draws back, smiling darkly. "Ah wawrked eet joos feen ween ah keelt yawr dawg, Leawry, who keelt Joos'liana." His smile fades and he begins to close the distance to LeBeau. "Now, ah keel da troo cawz of 'er deemise."
Tolobo frowns, and burbles to himself "Hrml...this violence must stop...Hrml...and it does not seem that the airbreathers will do it."
Remy is in an open space among some tables in the tavern, closing on LeBeau, staff in hand.
Tolobo slides his tank up towards teh pair "Hrml...excuse me sirs"
Atelia looks away from the warmup show of the Crisis of Infinite LeBeaus to see Vashti and Denick. "Vash, y'loose goose, y'gonna play with yer food or eat it? Jus shoot'm an be done with."
Denick is backing away slow from Vashti, his right hand in the left side of his jacket, scratching at somthing, while he gestures with his left.
Jasra sits at the bar alone, turned on her stool to watch the confrontation between the two LeBeaus and basicily just sitting very still, watching cautiously.
LeBeau just glares thru Remy with his eyes. His body tense as he stands there as the other LeBeau closes the gap between then.
Volanta sitting at the bar, watching the two LeBeaus with an amused look in his eyes. One hand absently fingers a multicolored beverage, the other scratches his side.
Tolobo slides is tank very close to the twins "Hrml! I say now sirs! Lets not have any violence here, now, yes?"
Rubbing a purple and black bruise, right along his temple. Merram walks in. Grumbling to himself as he scans the room, heading for the bar.
Remy roars as he gets within a few feet, and drops into a crouch, swinging the staff toward LeBeau's legs.
Vashti doesn't take her gaze from Denick as she purrs back to Atelia, "Mmm, but darling, the playing is what makes it really taste good." A little pout as she lowers her lashes, batting them at her unfortunate target and lazily curling her fingers about the stiletto's hilt. She doesn't advance further nor does she sit down, looking for all the world like a bored debutante trying to seduce a rather geekish frat boy.
LeBeau attempts to launch back into a back flip to avoid the staff
Remy frowns, watching his quarry leap away, and rises to his feet, clearly stunned. "Ye gawt beeter than ah remembawr.." Again, he closes on the amazing backflipping LeBeau.
Tolobo gulps water as the pair starts fighting right next to his tank "Hrml! This is very bad business indeed sirs! Hrml, I say now, stop this at once!"
Jasra sits at the bar alone, turned on her stool to watching the confrontation between the two LeBeaus, cautiously while not trying to attract attention to herself..
Saragis enters the tavern and looks around. He's a little shocked to see all the people in this one place but none the less he takes a seat at the bar.
Treis strolls casually into the bar, and takes a seat on one of the bar stools. He looks everyone over, then motions to the bartender, ordering a drink.
Tolobo 's tank is near the fighting LeBeaus. He burbles frustratedly into his translator for them to stop.
Merram plops down on a stool. Arcing an eyebrow as his gaze settles on the two Lebeaus. Blinking serveral times, briefly forgetting the bruise on his head. "Wha' tha 'ell...?" He mutters.
Remy ignores the protests of the tank-bound piscinoid.
Atelia jams her cheroot into her mouth as she sits at the bar, frowning as Tolobo gets in the way of the fight. Out comes her pistol, aimed at the tank, but not fired. "Jesus H. Christ inna octopus' garden! Get out of the way, y'stupid fish, fore I drain yer tank!"
LeBeau snarls "Damn id 'm no Fagin. I yu from a differen realidy. Someting es causeing dem to shif an merge togedher. Ask me someting dat only yu o I would know if I was yu." He throw a glance to Vashti or Atelia "O eider o yu. Don make me figh myself"
Remy gets within striking range, then spins, swinging at LeBeau's side.
Denick continues to step back until there’s about 3 or 4 yards distance between him and Vashti, he begins to say something, but stops as LeBeau does. His right hand continues to scratch.
Treis removes his hat, and flips his hair from his eyes, and looks at the confrontion.
Volanta glances briefly over to Merram, "Just a little dimension blending. It's fun to watch." He smiles slightly as he sips his drink. "Up to a point."
Saragis turns his attention to the fight taking place.
LeBeau quickly tries to drop into a crouch to avoid the on comming staff and hopefully by him some time
The blow slams into LeBeau's side.
Tolobo frowns, and turns up the volume on his translator "Hrml! Please sirs, this is most disrupted to the business of this establishment! You really do need to stop this, Hrml!"
Well, that's sort of hard to do, Denick, because Vashti had stopped to within 3-4 feet since. At any rate, she purrs, without taking her hard-eyed sultry gaze from her target, "Atelia darling, when did we stop cutting out gonads for trophies? Do you think I should add another pair to the collection this time?" In a complete switch to Fringe Scottish, she calls sweetly, "Remy mon, m'heart, y'done bring me th'haid when y'be doone, m'love?"
Merram glances to Vole and nods, "Jus' damn peachy. Ain't it." He frowns and moves over to Vole and orders something green, white, bubbly, and stream. With a rather bad smell too.
LeBeau grimaces as the staff connects with his ribs and his body is thrust to one side before he drops to his knees holding his left side.
Remy brings the staff down in a brutal arc toward LeBeau's head.
Rynthas walks in from the street, and stops almost instantly as he sees the fight.
Tolobo tries to slide his tank forward to be between the two LeBeaus
Treis cocks his head towards Rynthas, and gives him an upwards nod. Afterwhich, he returns to nurturing his drink, trying to ignore the rumble occurring not too far away.
Linus is watching intently, silvery eyes reflecting the subdued light of the tavern.
Jasra sits at the bar, turned on her stool towards the fight of the LeBeaus, and winces as the staff hits the LeBeau she knows, or thinks it's the one she knows.
"I'm warnin you, y'gill faced galoot...move!" Atelia is still aiming her pistol at Tolobo. "An shut up, while y'at it." She sneers at Vashti's words. "Huh. Cojones? Um, las'year. Took up too much room."
Tolobo says, "Hrml! I say sir, this is very poor business!""
LeBeau looks up with fire in his eyes in time to see the staff arcing its way towards him. He growls and his hand leaps up as he tries to snatch the staff in mid-flight.
Merram rubs the back of his neck and then the bruise. Taking a glup of his drink, "So, which one is our Lebeau?" He asks Vole. Gaze play over the combatants.
Denick attempts to pull his hand out from under his jacket, as he takes several quick steps backwards again, revealing a lethal looking automatic pulse pistol in his hand, keeping his eyes on Vashti, "Back." He barks.
"I would advise getting the hell out of the way, Tolobo." Jasra says rather loudly to the G'ahnli, from her place at the bar.
The staff in Remy's hand thumps solidly against LeBeau's skull - CRACK! - down he goes.
"The one on the floor." Volanta slips his hand under his jacket, "Alright, I'm not amused anymore..."
LeBeau drops to the ground in an unconscious heap. A gash in his head begins to trickle blood
Denson glances from the Lebeaus to Atelia to Vashti, and, deciding to leave the two combattants deal it out their way, he pushes off of the bar and casually walks towards the 'copy' of Teel. "'Scuse me for spoilin' yer fun, miss, but I intented to spend a rather peaceful evenin' here, and you and yer friends are defin't'ly makin' it hard for me. So, would you care to put that slugthrower away?" He casually reaches for his Saturday Night Special, a gun that seems way to small for a man of his build. "Or do you want me to join in?"
Tolobo frowns as his attempt to get between the fighting twins fails. He glares at the concious fellow, "Hrml! I say now sir, that will be quite enough!"
Merram nods his head slowly. Setting his drink on the counter and leans back. One hand slips underneath his coat and a the other rests lightly the hilt of his sword, "Jus' say when." He murmurs.
Remy drops to one knee next to LeBeau and says, "Yer gawn weeth us, m'lawrd." He continues to ignore the G'ahnli. "Vawshti! Awteelia! Come 'n geetem."
Linus scowls at this. He glances to the Vollistan, hands in his pockets.
Jasra slips off the stool and heads towards the fallen LeBeau, "He's not Lord Fagin." she says quietly to Remy, "Why do you think he is?"
Volanta takes one last sip of his drink. "Now's good." He says calmly, pulling a pulse pistol loose from his jacket. "Alright, Remy. Back the hell off."
Remy narrows his eyes, scowling at Jasra, then at Volanta. "Yew don wannabe geetin een da meetle o dis, fren."
Tolobo gulps water as more weapons come out "Hrml! Have you all gone mad! Hrml, no profit will come of all this violence! Hrml, I say now!"
The crack against LeBeau's skull is loud enough that it draws Vashti's attention briefly, but even then she doesn't take her attention away from the pistol-wielding 'teeny' in front of her. "Remy mon, y'keeled him yet?" she purrs, a wild spark of savage exultancy flaring into her eyes. At the call however, she gives a theatrical sigh of mock-despair, one reminiscent of a child just having been taken away from a particularly delicious ice-cream treat, and pivots with deliberate hip-sway, shouldering and slinking her way past patrons and tables. Noticeably, she's got her free hand slipped under her overskirt again, and when she withdraws it, there is a very serviceable, wicked looking pulse blaster therein.
Atelia cackles. "Wicked, Remy! Hittim again!" As she was aiming at the tank, she is caught off guard by Denson. "Hmm." She peers at his small weapon. "Gun makes th'man." She lowers her pistol, but does not put it away. "We're leavin now, so's y'ain'got n'problem." She tries to rise from her seat to join her crew.
Merram unholsters a pair of pulse pistols. Flipping the safteys off and stands up, pistols raised.
"I'm not your friend and you're mistaken," Jasra says firmly to Remy, "He is /not/ who you think he is." She knees down and feels for LeBeau's pulse, she looks up, "He's dead, no need to hit him more." she says sadly.
Linus glances around quite carefully, drawing his pulse pistol. He catches sight of Vashti's particular move, eyes locked on her, but not his weapon.
Volanta glances around the room briefly, then settles it back on Remy. "Actually, I do." His cool grin turns to a frown, "Now back the hell up!" He seems to ignore Jasra and the "body".
Denick calls out, raising his pistol, "Alright, I don't care who the hell you three are, but get away from LeBeau!"
Remy laughs. "Wheel, eef hees ded, wheech I don bleeve, den wheel joss mek shore, yeh?"
Denson smiles a humorless, smug smile. "Sorry, I didn't have my slugthrower handy. But it ain't the gun doin' the killin' anyway, it's the bullets. And this li'l baby is loaded."
Jasra slips her right hand into her left inside trenchcoat pocket and pulls out her own pistol, "I don't think that's nessasary." she says quietly to Remy."
A small pool of blood begins to form on the floor near LeBeau's head. His body make no noticable movements what so ever
Saragis stands and walks through the crowded tavern over to LeBeau where he neels down and inspects the situation.
Tolobo looks about with no small amount of shock and fear showing on his fleshy face "Hrml! Listen here everyone! If you just all put away your weapons, I am sure we can discuss reparations and damages responsibly"
Remy glares at Volanta, rising to his feet and scowling. "Ye don kno 'er ya deelin' weeth, laddo. Y'know wha that mawnster did to me b'lovvid Joss'lianna? 'e 'ad 'er keelt by a thug name o' Leawry! Now, I bleeve in joostice, en eel geet eet!"
Merram quirks an eyebrow. Lips pursed in mock amusment, pistols leveled on Remy. A cold glint in his eyes, "Yeah heard tha man. Back off." He snarls.
"This is not that man!" Jasra insists to the other Remy.
Denick seems to loose concentration for a few moment, his gun still raised, but drooping a little.
Atelia slowly backs over to Remy and Vashti. "Funny group. Din't try an stop th'fight, now they all hot n heavy t'keep a body."
Remy grunts. "Mebbe day cawnibawls, yeh?"
Volanta nods slowly to Remy, still frowning. "Last warning, fren."
Treis turns and looks at the developing situation with intense disgust. He looks at Remy, and at the body laying on the ground, "Funny, you can't fight man to man anymore without other people getting involved. Such a pathetic state."
Remy rolls his eyes at Volanta, then steps forward, swinging with his staff and aiming at the gun hand.
Jasra smiles at Atelia, "We have certian, rituals to keep for the dead." she tells her and the other Remy.
Tolobo frowns as he looks about at all the weapons "Hrml! Do none of you realize the costs invovled in repair the damage those things can do! Hrml, this is insanity! I say now, no more of this violence. Put those silly guns away. Hrml, come now, you heard me!"
Again, the mention of 'Joss'lianna' draws a hint of savage fury into Vashti's face. By this time she is about ready to shoulder her way past the front row crowd of the Witnesses of Infinite LeBeaus and right at this point she levels her own pistol at Merram. "Dearie duck, I wouldn't try that if I were you. Remy cher, I ween, let's leave th'und'veloped masses t'spew in th'...Oooh, a fight!" And with that she shivers dramatically, bloodlust flaring in her eyes. "Now just be a sweet poochie-punkin and keep out of this man to man, dearies."
Volanta snaps his hand back as fast as he can, trying to move it out of the staff's path.
THUNK! The staff connects, and sends the gun spinning and the wrist aching.
Denick shakes his head vigourously, as if to clear it, he shouts "You've got about five-" He fires a pair of shots at Remy.
LeBeau stirs slightly on the floor
Merram flips his pistols to full power and as Remy attacks. Merram side-steps and snaps a pistol level with Vashti, eyes narrowed. A snarl plays about his lips as he fires at Remy.
"Shut UP, Tolobo." Jasra yells at him, then turns her attention to the body on the floor, bending over to stop the blood flow from LeBeau's head.
Denick cuts off his sentence, and tries to manuver somewhere he has a clear shot.
Out comes Linus' weapon, but he hesitates, staying on the fringe of the bar and looking for a clean shot at Remy.
Volanta grabs his wrist and takes a few steps back. "Shoot, you lazy bums!" He growls, at the same time reaching out to LeBeau with his mind.
Atelia snarls and fires at Merram. "Remy, duck!"
Remy spins and tries ducking as the call comes out. But as he does so, he suddenly goes rigid and sprawls on the floor as he suffers some kind of mind attack. His staff goes flying.
Denick continues to dodge between tables, keeping low, heading for spot with a clear line of sight.
"Aight, playtime's ended," Denson growls, flipping off the safety of his gun. His first target is Atelia, since she is nearest.
Suddenly, Remy, Vashti and Atelia disappear. Along with the staff.
Jasra covers LeBeau's body as it lays on the floor with her own, shielding it, holding her pistol ready but not aimed at anyone.
"REMY!" Vashti screams as Remy goes down, her face contorting in a truly savage mask of inhuman psychoticism. Even as she fires off a shot at Merram - she's gone. Just like that.
Tolobo gulps waters as shots are fired, and attempts to slide his tank out of way "Hrml! I say now!"
Rynthas swears loudly as shards of stone fly off of the wall as a bullet hits. A small 'thwap' is heard by those close by as one of the shards hit his jacket.
Linus flinches at the shots, raising his pulse pistol. At the disappearances he sighs, relieved. He glances around suspiciously before repocketing his weapon.
There is a sense of shifting, of dizzying disorientation...