Drink Like a Man

[Wanderer]

Wanderer just glared at the man. Honestly, the duck really had no reason to be here, not anymore at least. In reality, Wanderer had been here for hours, before Cesare, James, Sasha, Falco and Silver. Mostly because he enjoyed being alone, to avoid the noise and clutter of the other guests. Not that he had anything against them, he was just wanted solitude, something he had been forced to live with for years.

He shrugged his wings a bit. "I honestly have no idea." he said. "But it is nice to meet John Silver, I myself don't really have a name, but most call me Wanderer now." he finished then studying the cyborg with aloof eyes. "Metal objects being part of the body? Impossible." he thought to himself. He might've been a duck, but he was no idiot. He knew that robotic parts weren't an everyday sight among humans.

"Excuse me if I'm sounding rude, but, you're arm, how come is it metallic like that?" he asked, still eyeing the arm.

[John Silver]

"well then it's a pleasure ta meet ye Wanderer" Silver grins at the duck "yer not rude lots of people round here ask" Silver says before glancing down at his arm "I was in a ship accident lost the right side of my body eye,ear,arm and leg" he said then stands up and rests his mechical leg on the bar stool. "these gear were tough getting use to but they do come in mighty handy from time ta time"

[Sasha]

Sasha had shifted his attention away from the Anthro falcon and had instead his attention drifted over to Wanderer, talking with some sort of half Human-Half cyborg. Sasha quirked an eyebrow as he listened in on the conversation before getting up and regretfully taking his beer with him, curious as he sat closer to John Silver. The Psychonauts often were related in various mental emergencies and had numerous gadgets at their disposal to assist in dealing with such matters of their craft. While a number of Psychics had lost limbs before and had a few prosthetic parts, eyes, missing fingers and limbs for example, put in upon request he hadn't ever seen a thing that was as well put-together as the mechanics the Ursine wore. And being that Sasha was a man of Science, he couldn't really help himself when he spoke next.

"They're fully functional? No nerve damage at all?" he asked, having not realized he had actually spoken aloud for a few seconds before giving a shake of his head. Que somewhat embarrassed Secret Agent. "Ach, forgive me if that sounded rude. I couldn't help but overhear.." he muttered, keeping his eyes on Silver and Wanderer and giving a friendly nod towards the duck before turning his attention back to Silver again. It was unlike him to just barge in to a conversation, but the working of the Ursine's mechanical limbs fascinated him on a scientific level.

[John Silver]

Silver sharply turns his head to Sasha "aye they are" he frowns for a moment before taking in the man's next words "it's fine" he waves his mechanical hand dismissively. "er I suppose yer overheard me talking no?" the ursid smirks before pulling back his pant leg to revile the scar Jim had given him that day of the mutiny. "me leg gives me trouble a wee bit but other the 'tat I'm fine"

[Sasha]

Sassh gave a small smile back over to the Ursid, feeling himself relax a little more. While his social phobia didn't really impede his job too much, it felt nice to just be able to sit and share a drink with others on occasion, maybe even complete strangers. The German chuckled a little, lightly tapping his temple as the Ursid remarked that no doubt the man had overheard him. "You have no idea. "

Sasha's attention then turned to the scar on the Ursid's leg, and even Sasha had a few himself. As Razputin and even Morry said, one part about being in the Psychonauts is that the memories, aka emotional, psychological and physical scars, are the best part about the joint. Sasha dismissed the memory before looking back over to the mechanical limb itself. While somewhat bulky, it did seem to be able to function, not as well as a regular leg, but well enough to were it wouldn't be much of a bother all the time. "I see..Compelling." he muttered, tapping his chin in thought. "They don't look to be of any origin I've ever seen..How long have you had them for?"

[John Silver]

"20-25 year heh I righty forget sometimes" he chuckles patting his leg before setting back on the ground. "ye got anymore questions sir? Cause I have one" he pauses to wipe his lips on his coat sleeve "ye got a name? I'm John Silver" he holds his mechical hand out for the man to shake.

[Sasha]

Sasha jerked back a bit as Silver held out his hand, though it was mostly due to reflex. Sasha chuckled a bit before grasping Silver's mechanical hand and gave it a shake, as if he was dealing with a fellow associate. Hell, he seemed nice enough and had enough prosthetic to fool a number of other Agents he knew to be one, the only give-away would be that the man wasn't Psychic from what Sasha could sense about the Ursine. "Sasha, Sasha Nein. Or Agent Nein, whichever you'd prefer, really."

[John Silver]

"get that most of the time" he assures the man along with a smile "so yer an Agent? I'm a knight o' the empire myself" the old cyborg chuckles before sitting back down on his stool. "you see me friend and I saved the queen and parliament from a the proc's there a lot o raccoon like aliens" he explains.

[Sasha]

Sasha gave a small nod as he listened to Silver as he also sat back, propping himself up with his elbows. He figured that a 'Knight for the Empire' was just what it meant so he didn't see any reason to question anything with that title. The German quirked an eyebrow as he continued to listen, the Ursine explaining what 'Poc's were, keeping the information in his memory. He figured that this place somehow drew in other people from various dimensions, or that's what Logic and science told him anyway, but he never figured that Aliens would really exist... He would have to document the information later for further analysis.

"I see..Well, I believe I've saved a number of important officials before, but I've never been close to the Queen or Parliment except on one other occasion. According to an associate of mine, our Agency is mostly Ninety percent paperwork, ten percent 'Fun'." He chuckled slightly, "Though I wouldn't really trade my job for anything else. They're like family to me, every associate, even our non-psychic Secretary. A mostly psychic family, but a family none the less."

[Falco]

"Hey buddy, did you say your psychic?" Falco asked Sasha. While it looked like Falco might not have been listening but he actually heard every word. "Does that mean you can read minds? Because if you can, I need your help with one of my team mates."

[Sasha]

Sasha perked up again, looking over to Falco and giving a small nod to confirm that what he said was true. He then gave a small shrug of his shoulders, dismissing the comment. "There's a term for that, but in a manner of speaking, yes, I'm Psychic. And I can do much more than read minds.." He quipped, giving another grimace at his beer bottle before lightly shoving it away from him and looking over to Falco, giving another glance towards Silver again and an apologetic smile. He hated to have to cut their conversation short, but solving problems of the Mind was a part of his job description. He then turned back to Falco, using telekinesis to adjust his glasses slightly.

Sasha narrowed his eyes slightly behind his glasses as he took in smaller details about the Anthro. Now that he thought about it, the Pilot's outfit the Anthro was wearing reminded him of Krystal, and there was the same symbol he had seen on her uniform as well. And if his suspicions were right, then perhaps they were on the same sort of Team. "What seems to be the problem?"

[Wanderer]

Wanderer just sat and listened to the conversation between, Silver, Sasha and now Falco. He nodded back at Sasha to acknowledge him. But when he heard Sasha mention that he could read minds he spoke up. "Yes, it is true. As a matter of fact, he read mind." he briefly smiled at this statement.

[Falco]

Upon Sasha's confirmation that he was a psychic and once Sasha asked what the problem was, Falco said, "I'm not exactly sure, she seems to be a bit depressed at times, and I want to know why." Falco then thought Sasha mignt need a description, "If you need to know what she looks like, she is a blue vixen, she also is a psychic, and has an accent humans seem to describe as British." Falco paused for a short period and then said, "Now that I heard myself say it, just saying she was a blue fox probably would have been enough."

[Sasha]

Well, that sure confirmed his prior suspicions. Sasha kept silent for a bit and averted his gaze to the bar, analyzing what Falco had told him carefully. The depression was a bit puzzling, though he hadn't exactly known the Blue Fox for very long to get a good enough reading. Somewhere, a little voice at the corner of his cube of a mind nagged at him not to get too attached to anyone psychic or not before Sasha shoved said little voice back in to it's spot.

Krystal was another Psychic, a companion. He felt somewhat safer around others who had the, in a general sense, same abilities that he did. It gave him a sense of deep peace though he wouldn't admit it, even if he didn't hide his abilities for very long, if at all. And to have a companion of his to be depressed was concerning. While Nein was good at fighting, logic, proof and thinking with his head, Milla was usually the one who was better with people than He was.

"Krystal." He muttered, nodding slowly. "Well...The depression could be for a number of reasons, actually," he began slowly, looking back to Falco again, "Any other odd behaviors? Speech, sleep patterns perhaps? I'm assuming since you've known her longer than I have.."

[Cesare Borgia]

"Nice to meet you James," Cesare said, sipping the beer, making a face and placing it back on the bar, "Ugh, I can't drink that stuff. Give me a nice glass of wine any day." He leaned back on the bar stool and peered at the youth before him. He had to ask. It was plaguing him this question.

"Tell me James," he mused, "How you got your hair that color? I've never seen anything like it in Rome. Though..." He frowned slightly. "Something tells me I'm going to encounter a lot of things I've never seen in Rome..."