A wicked weave of the draconic kind.

[Lance]

Lance's hand darted to his sword when a voice suddenly came from nowhere, Luna following suit with her bow. After the Twilight kingdom they weren't taking any chances.

Akatosh however, simply sighed and turned looking up at the woman with an exasperated expression. "Umbra, how nice to see you. It's good to see that your gift for the theatrical hasn't faded with time...nor your gift for exaggerating things. It's only been an eon since we last saw one another, not five, and given our rather...eclectic manners of traveling, I'd say 1,000 years between two dimensions and eight continents is more than reasonable, wouldn't you?" The Dragonborn's tone was casual, and maybe even a bit playful at that, though his remark about it being "only" 1,000 years made Lance scoff derisively.

"Only an eon he says...fucking immortals and their skewed sense of time frame."

Luna actually chuckled at that, a smirk curling at the edges of her lips even as she kept her bow aimed right at the woman's head. "I know right? That and their tendency to drop in without warning as if to see how much shit they can make a mortal pack into their trousers when frightened."

"I know right? The nerve of 'em I say...So then "Akky", who's your friend? Former teacher? Lover? Lady you take out to dinner and bone in a hotel room once every 1500 years to get the stress all out of ya? C'mon man, details here!"

Akatosh sighed softly. "No, no, and GODS no...This, is Umbra. She's the chosen mate of Alduin, and my...my grandmother."

Lance snickered at that, not noticing the small amount of hesitation in Akatosh's voice. "Wow, Arin's got a MILF and you got a GILF, you magical fuckers sure are lucky ain't ya? Well, unless you walk in on 'em, that's just asking for eons of therapy and awkward Thanksgiving dinners."

[Arin]

Arin did shoot Lance a pointed glare when he made a passing comment about Aria's looks, but let it slide, given he used snark to dismiss things easily, it was how he did things, afterall. Of course, Umbra wasn't exactly bothered by Lance's comments, even going so far as the smirk as he and Luna were making their snarky remarks about her "Well, if you truly see me like that, you might get lucky yourself.~

and dropped down from the main mast, landing surprisingly well on her stiletto heels as she landed with barely a sound, turning to Arin as she stood upright, noticing that Arin's wrist had a familiar brace on his wrist "That boy mentioned your mother being a MILF. Tell me, she wouldn't happen to be silver haired, and still look like she's in her early thirties, would she?" Arin, narrowing her eyes, gave a slow nod.

Umbra gave a knowing smirk, pushing up her glasses coyly "So, that little minx, Aria is still going around adopting children, instead of spreading her own genes. She really sticks to her ideals, doesn't she?" Arin, curious now, approached Umbra, crutch still in hand and supporting his weight "How do you know my mother? Are you another one of her trysts?" Umbra's smirk grew, crossing her arms across her chest and tilting her glasses "Well, I taught her how to be open minded, if that's what you mean. But I did teach her everything she knows about magic, and how to use all of the different elements."

[Lance]

Lance just smirked at Arin's reaction, king or no king, the kid was easy enough to rile up that it was fun, especially when things got tense, and with Umbra admitting that she'd taught Aria how to be "open minded", as well as her other skills in magic and spell casting...well, he couldn't resist, if only because he was trying to keep his own nerves from getting twitchy. "Sooo, you taught the arts of love and magic to Aria, and if you're Akatosh's grandmother, and Alduin is his grandpappy...wow, so did your husband help with the whole "open minded loving" course or was that strictly a student/teacher workshop?" 

Now Luna was getting annoyed, shooting Lance a look as she slowly lowered her bow. "Lance, do not heckle the ancient witch of unfathomable power! If Aria can warp space I'd rather not see what the woman who TAUGHT her can do if you piss her off!"

Lance just grinned and let go of his sword, shrugging softly. "Hey I'm a newcomer here, I gotta learn about these magic lesson plans if I wanna rule the Wind Kingdom and bring about a new golden age...and all that other prophesy of goodness shit."

Akatosh just sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as Lance seemed to be trying to see just how high he could push Arin and Luna's blood pressure. "I finally found someone worse than my Mother when it comes to teasing people...great. The only possible way he could be worse about it was if he went about seducing everything for giggles like her..."

Lance laughed at that, apparently trying to show that he'd embraced the lunacy of the situation...or he was having another mood swing, given all the stress he'd been under, it was a possibility that he was acting this way in some attempt at venting his anxiety...then he went and said something that made Luna's jaw drop.

"Hey I got an Arachne fangirl and Aria asked if I'd like a roll in the hay, so I'm doing pretty good at that!~"

The Dark Elf looked at Lance, and then at Arin, her mind trying to process if the Airman was crazy or stupid, because to ADMIT such a thing in front of Aria's son was...just mind boggling. "Aria-you-She...what!?"

Lance just chuckled, his tone playful. "Aria offered a night with me when she was helping me calm down, back when I had my first emotional breakdown when you and Arin went off to shag/sleep or whatever it was you were doing? I turned her down cause I didn't wanna upset ol' King of Darkness here-" Lance jerked a thumb at Arin, sounding most amused. "Buuut if we're baring it all metaphorically here, I figured I should share too...that and Arin is hilarious when he gets flustered, so hey, if I get fucked up while he plays Indiana Jones, I get to be a pain in his ass for a bit, sounds fair eh?"

Luna's expression shifted from confusion to anger, and Lance just chuckled a bit, though behind his smirk there was a bit of something else...and those with sufficiently strong senses of smell would be able to detect a faint odor coming off of him, one often released when an animal was experiencing emotional distress.

Lance was indeed having another mood swing, and whether or not he was intentionally trying to egg Luna or Arin into fighting him, or just trying to put on some kind of exaggerated mask of his usual snarky self, he was quickly working his way towards a thrashing. If not from Arin, then from Luna, who had thrown her Bow down and was quickly starting to advance on the Airman, fully intent on slapping him upside the head for being insufferable towards Arin.

[Arin]

Arin's hair turned dark when Lance made his passing comment about Aria out loud, his pitch black eyes and yellow irises glaring at Lance as he felt his anger flare up. But before Luna could even get close to Lance, Arin slammed part of his shadow cloak in front of Luna's path, the harsh impact stopping her in her tracks and causing some splintering in the deck from the impact. Arin was using his shadow cloak to sustain his weight now, walking over to Lance and staring him square in the eye.

"I know what you're trying to do...trying to goad me or Luna into hitting you, because you're upset over all of the shit that went down on the Twilight kingdom island...But I'm not going to give you the satisfaction...If you want you and me to square up, then do it when you're not emotionally wrecked." He turned and walked away from Lance, and grabbed his crutches as he forced his darkness back down with light, a sight that intrigued Umbra even more.

"So, all of Aria's research and hopes have paid off. Two potential heirs, and one already has a royal symbol to prove his lineage? Well, I am certainly impressed." She did turn toward Lance, though, and crossed her arms, and her playful expression turning more serious, but keeping that casual smile on her face "Your friend isn't the most sociable when he's angry, is he? I have a question for you love, is there something actually troubling you? I'm not one to turn down an opportunity to get a rise out of people, but I can tell if something is bothering them, and I'm not one to fluster someone who's feeling troubled."

[Lance]

Lance chuckled softly at Arin's reaction, a grin curling at his lips at how he'd gotten a rise out of the young royal. That made Luna actually haul off and throw a punch at Lance, having grown sick of his sudden swerve into being an asshole again. Unfortunately for her, Lance had anticipated that,the airman sidestepped the punch and grabbed Luna's forearm, sweeping her legs out from under her and sending her slamming to the deck, knocking the wind out of her. "Nice power in that, but your footing is still shit Luna..."

Lance's tone wasn't joking anymore, his hands shaking softly as he took a deep breath and looked at Umbra. "Is there something bothering me? Well, nearly dying for tall dark and grumpy over there, being in another dimension away from home, oh, and PTSD. LOTS of PTSD."

Luna scoffed softly, getting to her feet and jabbing Lance in the chest with her finger. She'd had enough of his insults, and now she decided to lob some back herself, "How can you have that? You sat safe in a metal flying death machine half a mile in the sky if what Arin's told me about your air force is true, how could anything possibly traumatized you!? Compared to what Arin and I suffered, you've had to cope with NOTHI-" The Dark Elf didn't finish her sentence, instead there was a sickening crack and a spray of blood as she was sent flying by an air magic powered right hook from Lance, her nose a bit crooked as blood streamed down her face.

"Do you ever get sick of having your ass handed to you? Or do you just get off on getting fucking smacked around?" Lance's tone had become icy, his hand trembling more heavily as his temper flared

Akatosh stepped forward, his tone stern. "Lance! That is more than enough! Luna's remark was uncalled for, but your going too far!"

Lance ignored the Dragonborn, walking over to Luna and kneeling down to stare at her with a barely restrained fury. "I'm sure you know what it's like to be useless and helpless, so I won't ask if you understand that...but ya know what's even worse? When you're NOT helpless, and ya still can't keep your own side from dying, or worse, because the enemy is right on top of 'em, you can't be sure if they died cause of the bad guys...or because of you."

Luna groaned softly, spitting out a wad of blood and struggling to her feet, only for Lance to Grab her by the chin and lock her eyes to his, his voice becoming almost murderous. "They got a term for that in the military, "Danger Close", and no matter how much the guys down below understand what that means, it's not any easier when you're the one launching the bombs, or firing the rockets...and just a warning, if you ever fucking say that to me again, I'll finish what that fucking shadow tried to start back in the Twilight kingdom, for Both of you..."

He shoved Luna away and stood, looking at Arin, practically daring him to try and attack him before looking at Umbra, "That's what's wrong...thanks for asking...and Arin..." Lance pointed at Luna, who was getting up onto one knee and straightening her broken nose, her eyes locked on him in the event that he took another swing at her. "You might wanna clean her up, we're meeting Royalty after all. And mommy wouldn't approve of your bae looking like a slob now would she?" With that, Lance shoved past Akatosh, his jaw tightening as he felt his scars open up a bit, blood starting to stain his shirt crimson as he walked over to the Docking Ramp and gave a crewmember the evil eye.

The Dragonborn looked at Arin and sighed, "Let...just...don't try it, because I will have to subdue you both, and I'd rather not risk killing either of you. Just tend to Luna and keep Lance at a fair distance." Akatosh almost sounded pleading at this point, he had two royals to be, one half crippled with a heavily bleeding wound and one who was inherently unstable due to his magical affinity, and was suffering from a badly injured leg...not exactly the returning heroes he envisioned.

He then looked at Nyx, his tone gentle. "Can you stay close to him, Nyx? I don't think talking to us is going to do anything other than continue the escalation of things here, you seem to help him be at ease more than anyone else."

Passing off the mental health to an Arachne who he'd just met and was just recently talked out of being violent to all passers by? Gods Alduin would be chewing him out something fierce when he inevitably heard about this mess...

[Arin]

Nyx stayed long enough to listen to the dragonborn, before turning to follow Lance, silently skittering behind him and giving him space, so as not to raise his anger towards her.

Arin, heeding Akatosh's requests, hung back, despite what his instincts told him. He wanted to hit Lance, he wanted to hit him back, hard, harder than he did to Luna, but he knew if he gave into his anger, then it would only fuel Lance's own aggressions, and the ship possibly would't stay afloat if they faced off. He turned and helped Luna back to her feet, inspecting her nose as she snapped it back into place "...akatosh is right...But I won't forget this. I'll make sure to give him a punch back, once he's gotten over his trauma attack..."

Umbra, noticing Luna's broken nose, turned and appraoched her, placing a hand on Luna's abdomen and one over her nose, and started to channel some light into her hands. Luna's wounds started to mend themselves rather quickly, and when she removed her hands, there wasn't even any signs of blood or scarring "That type of scarring is something not even magic can solve. Let me go and talk to him, son. He certainly has some emotional scars that he is still carrying around, and Im sure some of our own family history will help him to open up and finally heal. And we can keep this between you and me, daddy doesn't need to know.~" She also laid her hands on Arin's leg, healing what was left of his limp and helping Arin stand upright without a crutch "I'm sure that he could use a slight jump in his healing time, and skipping some of that time might help him calm down a bit."

She turned and walked away from the group, leaving Arin and Luna to both look at Akatosh curiously. Of course, Arin was the first to speak, an eyebrow raised "...Son, huh?"

As Lance was making his way topside, Umbra was wating for him at the bottom of the stairs, arms folded in front of her casually, and waiting for Lance to come closer "Now that it's just us three, do you want to talk about it? It might help more than you think, and I could help with that, while I listen." She pointed to Lance's chest, circling his midsection to show the opened wounds and the fresh blood stains. Nyx looked to Lance, waiting for his answer, before doing anything.

[Lance]

Akatosh sighed softly at Arin's question, his expression rapidly becoming irritated, this mess was troublesome enough as it was and now he was playing 20 questions while one of their number was suffering from a mental breakdown.

"Gods damn it...yes, Umbra is my Mother, not my Grandmother. And before you ask, yes, Alduin is my father, and by extension Syraki is at least my half brother, though I'm not sure he if he knows or simply played along back in the Twilight kingdom."

Luna groaned softly and rubbed her nose, scowling in disgust at the taste of blood in her mouth. "Ugh...so, do you make it a habit to lie to your traveling companions, or are we special? This is two for two now when it comes to lies regarding the subject of your origins and identity."

Akatosh didn't reply, simply standing up and offering Luna a canteen of water, which she took, filling her mouth and swishing it around before spitting the red tinted fluid onto the deck of the ship. "Tch...slightly better. Scary thing is, if Lance had perfect control of his magic when he threw that punch..."

"The recoil could have snapped your neck and paralyzed you, yes. It's a technique that was popular in the wind kingdom back before it's destruction. The user channels the air around their limbs, reducing drag while at the same time propelling their body forward to increase the force of their strikes. It was also used with arrows, sword swings, and maces...those were particularly nasty in the hands of a being with a great deal of strength..."

Luna stayed silent at that, not exactly pleased with her suspicions being proven right. "I thought wind magic was all about evasion and wearing your enemy down."

Akatosh took his canteen back and clipped it to his belt, turning and walking towards the upper deck with some parting words, "The wind kingdom prided improvisation and innovation above all else, they would often appear less capable then they truly were...so when they struck it was more often then not fatal."

Lance turned to Nyx and smiled softly, slowly reaching out and caressing her head. "I'm not mad at you Nyx, you don't need to be cautious around me.~" The airman's tone was tender, knowing that his show of a far less flattering side to his personality like this could spook the Arachne away. "Sorry you had to see that, Luna just...pushed a pretty big button of mine, I kinda overreacted with the punch, I was hoping to split a lip, not snap her nose like that...not sorry about it though."

When Umbra showed up and spoke to him, it drew his attention away from Nyx, his eyebrow arching at the witch. "Good to know the bullshit teleportation is something Aria learned and didn't create. And My chest is fine, the pain helps me keep focused, if that makes sense...or maybe it makes you think I'm completely nuts, honestly I really don't care what anyone from this fucking place thinks right now, save Nyx and maybe Ciel."

The airman's tone was less confrontational than his words suggested, coming off as Defensively apathetic to everything instead of just angry. "And no, I'd rather not, I thought my opinions and baggage were all aired nice and openly when I smashed Luna in the face. There's not a whole lot left to dig up, is there?"

[Arin]

Umbra sighed and shrugged her shoulders, not wanting to push Lance's tolerance for people right now, even though they both likely knew that a fight wouldn't end well for either of them. Still she should at least let the airman know something before they let it drop "Akatosh and I know a lot about emotional 'baggage', more than you might think. He's also my son, by the way, and he had a brother, someone who's life ended in a very tragic way."

She pushed off of the wall, and stood straight, facing Lance, and pushing her glasses up "His brother may not have been a good person, but he was still my child, and it stil pains me today to think about his death. I am telling you this in good faith, and I hope that you will keep this to yourself. I know you are not interested, but if you ever wish to talk, even if it's just on your own, there is a small tavern in the back alleys of the fire kingdom that I own. You are welcome to come and have a drink and chat, if you ever need to vent, or want an escape. I can even handle quite a bit if you need to get physical~" Her voice was playful, and flirty, as before, but it wasn't as aggressive, and was even a bit more subtle, even joking, if not to try and lift the mood a bit.

[Lance]

Lance clenched his fist in irritation, more at Akatosh's lying than at Umbra's reveal of her past traumas, for that he actually felt a pang of sympathy. "Your kid has a problem with lying Umbra, should probably ground him for that or something."

Lance walked down the ramp and past the witch, his expression unreadable...but then he stopped and turned, his voice a bit less snappish. "Your other kid...he was Miraak wasn't he? That Dragonborn who went nuts and started murdering Dragons to get more powerful? Akatosh told me about him, said that he was born to specifically end his life...though given his tendency to spew bullcrap I'm going to guess that was so we'd not question him about it, so I'll assume instead...he knew Miraak before he went nuts, and the truth hurts to say for him too, yeah?"

Lance didn't let Umbra answer, simply sighing and giving the woman a soft clap on the shoulder, his tone far more sympathetic now. "You got my sympathies, I've never had to do that before, only folks on my side I killed were...well, let's leave that filed under "war fucking sucks and it's never clean like in the movies". But I feel for you, and I'm sorry that my introduction was so...rude. Aria did proposition me, hell I almost said yes to it, but I didn't want to hurt Arin's feelings, even if he is a holier than thou douchebag sometimes."

Lance let the woman's shoulder go and sighed, looking at Nyx. "Hon, I'm gonna go talk with this lady and her friends. You stick close to Akatosh and the others alright? I promise I won't get up to any funny business with Umbra here while I'm gone, I just need a drink and some time to think too, okay?" Lance's tone was far, far more gentle with Nyx, showing that for all his emotional baggage, he cared for her well-being and feelings, perhaps more than his own.

[Arin]

Umbra was surprised by how quickly that Lance's mood changed, given his current emotional state, but she did keep note about his comment regarding Akatosh "Try not to blame him for it, it was an emotionally painful event for us all, he just tries to hide his own past under a different background, and skirts the truth to avoid talking about his past endeavors."

Nyx was hesitant, but Umbra turned to speak to the arachne girl personally, but what would have really surprised Lance, was that she was speaking in chittering and clicking noises, a language that Nyx understood perfectly, and was even conveying her own responses to. After some back and forth, Nyx gave an apprehensive nod of agreement, and stepped backward, with her arms folded behind her "Well, it seems she and I have come to an understanding. She knows I am not a threat to her, and she understands what you need to do, if only a little bit more now that I've explained it in a language she will understand."

In a similar fashion to how another witch Lance knew performed it, Umbra opened up a small wormhole in the ship hallway, gesturing to Lance to enter "Feel free to order a drink, and tell the current bartender it will be on my tab, and give your name. I keep track of all of my authorized and unauthorized tab users, and make sure that the fake ones are properly dealt with myself. I'll let the others know you're taking some time to yourself, so they don't worry about where you've gone."

A whistle started to echo throughout the ship, signaling that the ship had finally dropped anchor, and were preparing to unload cargo and passengers. Arin, hearing this, sighed and started to make his way back to his and Luna's sleeping quarters "Might as well grab our things, so we can get off of this ship. No doubt we have a welcoming party coming." He turned to Akatosh, his eyes stern as he paused to deliver one final message to the dragonborn "No more lies from here on out, got it? I get there are likely some things in your past you don't want to talk about or remember, but if there is one thing that angers me more than bullies and muggars, it's liars. I won't tolerate any more of it from you, I don't care how powerful you are." With that, he turned and started returning to his and Luna's bunk.

[Lance]

Akatosh didn't respond to Arin's...well, it wasn't really a request, was it? He simply stepped aside and let the man walk past him, only speaking once he and Luna were out of earshot, and even then it was in Dragon's speak. "I am surrounded by children...sometimes I feel that these kingdoms are doomed." With that, Akatosh walked up to the top deck and headed down the ramp, giving Umbra a knowing look when he saw Lance step into a portal that she'd created.

"I'm going to speak with Father about what's been happening here in our absence, I'll see you later, mother." The Dragonborn smiled softly before turning and heading towards the palace, his smile vanishing as he muttered under his breath about the current situation and whether or not he'd been wrong to put his faith in a bunch of young mortals who, in his mind, weren't even past puberty.

Lance stepped through the portal and into a suprisingly modern looking bar, there were tables, chairs, and lighting that evoked an almost film noir sort of atmosphere, with the smoke filled lounge and a piano piece playing that...seemed to come from nowhere actually. Lance filed that one under "magical bullshit" and began to look around, only for a loud, obnoxious and very heavy Brooklyn accent to get his attention. 

"Ey! Will ya look at this! Guess Umbra's got a new booty call eh Mephisto!? Ehehehe..."

Lance turned and found the source of the voice, a rather fat, well dressed mafioso type who was smoking an obnoxiously large and foul smelling cigar and drinking a tumbler of what appeared to be scotch.

"Oh great, this fucking world has dragons, witches, and now the worst thing I can imagine...Joe Fucking Peci. God, just shoot me now would you please? This bullshit is getting to be too much."

The man frowned at that and set his glass down, jabbing in Lance's direction with the stogey. "EY! The name is Giovanni, and I've been running rackets and organizing business in this kingdom since you were still swimming around in yer daddies nuts shit head, so watch yer mouth!"

Lance smirked, this one was easy to rile up. Perfect.~ "Or what tubby? you gonna roll outta that chair and fight me? Or are you going to get Luca Brasi to break my legs before he goes to sleep with the fishes?"

[Arin]

Umbra's hand snaked through the portal and snapped her fingers, and Giovanni started to float and spin in air as she spoke "Be nice to the young man, Gio.~ He's here to clear his mind, not clear any stress from an overactive libido, and he doesn't need you giving him sass.~ I will be back later, Lance, if you wish to talk. Mephisto, darling, give the man whatever he wants, I will pay for it later. Tah.~" Her hand snaked back into the void of a portal where it came from and the rift was gone, leaving Lance there to sit and drink to his heart's desire.

Arin had already grabbed his things, and some of Luna's and was making his way to the stairs going topside, when he noticed Umbra standing there and waiting for them "Are you here to flirt with me too?" Umbra smirked and pushed up her glasses, giving Arin a coy smile "Well, You're certainly one of my types. But no, even I wouldn't dare get intimate with one of my pupil's children, I do have standards, as free-living as I can be." She placed her hands on her hips, shifting her weight to one side as she got a bit more serious "No, I simply wished to inform at least one of you, that Lance has agred to stay at my pub for a while, he needed a few drinks and isolation from your group to clear his mind. His arachne friend has agreed to stay here, and not be hostile towards anyone who is close to Lance in some way. So she will be traveling with you, but do not feel threatened by her. I will deliver Lance back to you when he feels that he is ready, the guild hall, correct?" Arin gave a nod, somewhat neutral about what Umbra told him, but knew that Lance needed space, and so did he. "Fine, I'll tell the others. Is there anything else?"

Umbra shook her head and started sauntering towards the stairs "Only that the arachne is waiting on topside. Tell your mother that Lady Umbra sends her love. Tatah.~" As she walked up the stairs, she swirled her hand in a circle and leapt up, vanishing as she leapt into the rift that she had opened.

[Lance]

Giovanni cursed in Italian and waved his arms, trying to grab something to keep himself from spinning. "EY EY EY! What the fuck Umbra!? Put me down damn it, I'm not a fuckin' circus act here!"

Lance cackled softly, his smile a bit..sadistic, though it seemed more playfully so than actually malicious, granted, given his current mental state the two were probably a bit...blurred. To put not to fine a point on it.

The Bartender, Mephisto, just chuckled softly, his deep baritone making the laugh sound intimidating. "Well if you didn't run your damn mouth so much Gio, you'd be on your two feet instead of your ass."

Mephisto was A large, intimidating man who was probably both the bartender and the bouncer. with very dark skin and a pair of shades that kept his eyes from being visible at all, though Lance could've sworn that he saw a glimmer of red in the lenses once or twice. The man was scrubbing a glass out with a rag, one elbow lazily propped on his bar as he smirked at the newcomer. "So, what's your poison? I got everything from Succubi Wines to Hardcore Sake that'd put an Oni on his ass till the next century. If you're in the mood for some lighter fare, I got beers and Scotch that I totally didn't steal from the human world with Umbra's help.~"

Lance snickered at that and walked over to the bar. "Heh, honestly? I'm not too thirsty, I just need a place to cool my jets and get shit in check."

Mephisto nodded and grabbed a pint glass, setting it a bit heavily onto the bar and pulling out a soft drink bottle. "Well, here's something that won't get your mind all fucked up, it's on the house kid, something tells me you're going through more than a rough patch." Mephisto proceeded to yank the cap off of the bottle and pour the fizzing liquid into Lance's glass, getting a small smile from the airman, who nodded at him. "Heh, thanks man..."

"You're welcome...so what's got you all outta sorts brother? I got a special eye for folks with problems, and you seem to have 'em by the dozen."

Lance just sighed and stared at his glass, his smile slowly dwindling away as he let his mind wander...the thoughts weren't exactly pleasant. "You ever feel like despite having so much power, being someone who's practically untouchable, even if it's just for a small bit of time...you're still useless? Like...Like all that power's just for show when it really matters or something..."

The man nodded. "I lived through the separation of this continent from the Human Realm. I saw the worst of Mankind and the Magical world...I understand completely man, more than you'd think."

Mephisto raised his hand up and snapped his fingers, Giovanni's floating coming to a stop before he began to slowly float to the ground, grumbling a bit as he straightened his coat and muttered out a "thank you" to the bartender. "I'm not exactly human kid, I just wear this face cause my actual looks scare the shit out of most people, say I look like a demon."

[Arin]

Arin waited for Luna to return to the top deck stairs, where he was waiting, before making his way up to the deck "Umbra stopped by again. Told me that Lance was staying at a pub, to get some space, and clear his head."

Umbra came stepping through one of her portals, walking up as if it were a stairwell, and giving Mephisto a flirty glare "Well, I think his true face is rather smashing.~ Still waiting for the chap to open his bedroom door for me, though.~"

[Lance]

Luna sighed softly, nodding at the news on Lance. "Good...it's odd though. To see him...to see his mental state degrade like that was unnerving. You have the explanation of your magic altering your personality traits, but he just...snapped to a completely different mood with nothing in between."

Mephisto chuckled softly at Umbra's remark, his eyes glinting Red behind his glasses. "I never mix business and pleasure.~ Besides, last thing I need is a fuckin' dragon getting all protective of his honor on me, I prefer to keep my bar AND my ass unburnt."

Lance just smirked and took a sip of his drink, looking Umbra over and chuckling softly. "Worth it.~"

Giovanni sighed and dusted himself off some more before picking up his cigar and relighting it. He then walked over to the bar, though he sat a few seats away from Lance so his cigar smoke wouldn't get in the airman's face. "Look, I know we all like our flirting and playing an' shit. And normally, giving the newbie a taste of our goofing off would be all well and good. But let's be honest here Umbra, this guy here? He needs some fuckin' help, so far be it from ME of all people to be the voice of responsibility, be let's take care of him first eh?"

Mephisto actually gave Giovanni a look, his expression unreadable.

"...What!?"

The bartender was silent for a few moments before smirking softly, a laugh rumbling from deep in his chest. "Never figured you for the sensitive type Giovanni. Guess me and Umbra's more positive traits are wearing off, 'specially cause of our pact."

The mafioso just waved his hand dismissively, blowing smoke through his nose. "Look, it's more fun to fuck around when everybody's shit is in order, let's you kick back more and not have to dance around shit."