"Why do you fight?" (RP)
 

Funkduder was disguised as a civilian when he entered the bar. He ordered a drink and became drunk within the hour. Dazed and unsure of who he was talking to he asked the crowds of people, no one in particular due to his slurring words, "Vhy to you ffight?"

Asura smiled as she turned to face the drunk man who sat next to her. "To kill the heathens who crawl all over this planet." Her eyes opened fractionally, turning her gentle smile into one filled with malice.

"Don't you think that's a wonderful idea?"

Blouses looked at the man. "Too survive." He said, and he grabbed his mug and took a swig of the liquid substance that was in it. He set it back down and passed the mug between each hand, playing with it.

Espy blinked. The slurred question had waken her up from her brief nap. Er....perhaps the wrong disguise to wear... she thought to herself as she noticed the white-robed woman some several feet away from her.

Nevertheless, she decided to answer the drunken man's question, if only to relieve herself of the mental stress of war. "To defeat...a certain man...and to find my sister." She had been searching for several years already...

"You look familiar, but I cannot put my finger on it," said Asura as she approached Espy and circled the girl. "Did I slaughter your brethren or burn down you village anytime in the last century? I've killed so much that you can't expect me to remember every little worm that crawls across my path."

From her darkened corner Fey responded in a soft tone, "To see the atrocities done in the name of rank deposed. And to see those unable to call themselves free remove the shackles forced upon them."

Azeil's boredom had brought him to the bar, hearing the question, his nose wrinkled. "Because I must... although I don't like bloodshed, personally," he said, and his eyes scanned over the room, first spotting Asura and taking a few steps toward her before stopping as he spied a near double... though with a few... extras.

Asura glanced between Espy and Azeil in confusion. She crossed her arms and shook her head. "I fail to see the similarity. The two of you look nothing alike."

Azeil wasn't sure if he was more amazed or insulted that Asura didn't see the rather large differences. His brows furrowed and he took a few steps towards her. "Do... your eyes even /work/?" he asked, for once seeming... annoyed with the woman.

Fey snickered from her corner, seemed these people were not the shining stars of her majesties elite.

It took a long time to answer the blood-thirsty woman. Partially, he was interested in the other answers, but he was also drunk and the first answer stood out the most, being a bit different from the others.
"You...you are a bit diffffernt, aren't tia (ya)? I shee it. It's in your eyesh and your boody-schented (bloody scented) perfume. You are...er...who are you?" Her and the tattooed man had a different aura around them. Around Cronislee he found a red aura and a slightly darker or lighter one from the rest of the Knights of Chaos. In her and the tattooed, he saw something darker than black.

"Yes, when they are open," said Asura in a voice as smooth as silk. "Given the circumstances, the only way I can stand your presence right now is to pretend you are some entirely different."

She then turned to Funkduder. "Nobody important. Just a hunter passing by."

Annoyed, Espy shifted back into her usual state. "Little worm, I am not, but perhaps you remember my brother...useless as he might have been back then."

"...And, hello, Azeil," she added quickly.

Blouses listened to the argument, slightly enjoying the squabble. He took a sip from the mug and set it down. The drunk man seemed to only notice the angry woman's response, although she did answer first. "Long live our bloody queen." He muttered before taking yet another sip.

Azeil snorted, it was odd to see him so visibly annoyed at Asura, who he more or less worshiped.

"Brother?" In her mind flashed a poor blue-haired boy who dared only kill a stranger who was already near death. The corners of her lips twisted up almost imperceptibly. "I cannot say I remember him."

Azeil blinked a couple of times, surprised as his near-double shifted into the little fox he was so fond of. "Foxxy?" he asked, clearly surprised, although the tail and ears /had/ seemed awfully familiar. Of course he had known of the other's ability to shift into a fox, but into other /people/ nearly he had been unaware of. Then his brows furrowed again. "Why did you look like me...?"

He looked at her, his vision blurry and warped. If his memory served him right, he was pretty sure that she was at the stronghold at some point. "Heh. I musht be sheeing things." He coughed into his arm because he choked on his own spit. "Shorry about that." He then went back to his seat, nearly tripping, and tried to order something to help him stop being drunk.

(FUNK! Why do I keep fighting you? XD

EDIT: And losing >.>)

"No harm done." Asura only continued smiling as she continued to watch the drunken man attempt at some semblance of sobriety. "Cronis, your followers have certainly changed."

Espy groaned inwardly. He'd already caught her sneaking into the Loyalist's medical encampment....Oh well. Only one way out. "I was...er...collecting information. From...you know. Hahh....."

"CRONISH PICKED HISH MEN WELL, YOU...YOU...FAHSHIDAN!" he said, downing what looked to be a fuming potion in a triangular flask. He broke it on the bar table in frustration. "ANOTHER!"
((espy...we're one and one, have more faith))

"Those ears and tail of yours would give you away, you know..." he said a bit suspiciously. He didn't so much care what she was doing, but he did care about the Fox he was so fond of not getting harmed.

'Fahshidan'? Asura's eyes slightly opened wider, glittering blood-red in their depths as she gazed upon the inebriated man. "What a fascinating bunch of knights you are. Whether drunk like a fish or sober as a priest."

(Espy's overly confident. And she's nimble enough to not get hurt...too easily...Also, gotta love how ITUNES JUST LOVES TAKING ITS DAINTY LITTLE TIME STARTING UP.)

"Hmph. If I actually put more effort, I could make them disappear. Or, at least, invisible..." Glancing at the drunk man, she wondered whether she should drip cantarella into his drink...At least the poor bartender wouldn't be threatened by a sleeping man.

"Herr, herr, herr. Just you whait." he downed another flask and jerked his headed side to side as if shaking off the drunkenness. "One more."

Azeil eyed her for a moment. He didn't usually care for anyone, so it was sort of odd to feel this... concern. "Then you better be more careful then," he said with a little bit of a huff, seeming mad, though he wasn't really, more concerned.

Asura glanced at Azeil, noticing the man's worry over Espy and hoping against hope that that affection would completely transfer to the fox and erase her from his thoughts. Silent as a shadow, she headed for the door to return to the front lines.

He drank quickly upon receiving his third glass of the unknown concoction, downing it faster than the previous two drinks... He was also handed a barf bag with the third glass and proceeded to throwing up into it 5 minutes after he downed the drink. He cough heavily as well, but felt better than before. His vision was clearer.
"Thanks," he muttered to the barman.

Azeil noticed that the woman was leaving, and he stood straight again, watching her go. "Farewell, Asura, until another time," he called after her.

Muse stopped to ponder over the question for a moment, "I don't want to fight," she finally said, "It's not that I can't, it just that I do not enjoy taking someones life or wounding them," Muse paused here to take a sip of the rum she had in her glass, "But if I must I guess I fight because the queen scares me."

In truth she didn't mean to walk into this place, she was more of getting directions seeing as her faithful steed had once again lead her astray. She was about to say something under her breath when the strangers question took her by surprise "Why?" she laughed as she repeated part of the question. "Tis simple.. I do what I must, I have been given a order and I follow such.. I cannot return to my true self until the fight has ceased, that is all you need to know" she said before refusing to talk further on the matter.

Never had she been asked why she fought, she thought it was simple. If she wanted to return to her normally peaceful self she'd have to kill everyone that stood in her leader's way.. until then she remained this blood thirsty savage who only showed kindness to the horse that she more or less put up with.

She leaned her chair back so that only two legs still touched the floor. Her feet were propped up on the table and she tilted her head back so that her hair cascaded almost to the floor behind her. "I fight because it is the only thing that I know."

*The small arctic fox like Feryxonis limped into the room, she appeared to be no more than 12, and the child just gazed up with big jade eyes, shaking her head slightly. She padded over to the corner, slumping down as she pulled her knees up into her chest, eyes shutting lightly as she murmured out.* I fight.. because Master required it of me... I help.. heal others because I want to help peoples...

She laughed a little over hearing some of the answers being passed about the room. "Helping is useless until the fighting stops.. the very one you are helping could turn around and kill you" She said in a rather cold voice before walking to the bar's counter and placing a order. She cared not it was a mere child she had even replied to, it was how she felt about the matter. Once had she shown sympathy to the other side and it had cost her.

The child just frowned, gazing over to her and bit on her lip, before gazing away and let out a tiny sigh, leaning back against the wall, she let out a sad whimper. "Even if they end up hurting me... it is no worse than what happens if I disobey my master..."

She shrugged a bit before sipping the drink she had ordered. "May be true.. though your master must be weak.. to send a mere child to the field." She only spoke her mind, that and she knew how it was to be forced to fight at such a young age. She had to admit she was almost ashamed to be on the same side as someone willing to do such a act.. not that she could call herself a saint either. 'only until the commander is ready to strike' she thought to herself taking another sip.

The child's snowy white tail bristled out as she glared to her, pouting and she murred, frowning and gazed away, her ears flattened down. "He would be fighting.. but it is my fault he can't fight.." Pulled her knees in tighter to herself, her ears swiveled back and forth. "Plus.. he isn't all bads.. he taught me stuff.. and protected me when I wasn't too much of a burden..."

"hrm... I still stick with my thoughts that the battlefield is not a place for children.. your 'master' as you put it would do better to keep out of the fighting rather then to throw you to the lions.." Finishing her drink she had as she set the glass down she turned to look at the child. "you can give me a million excuses and I would not be convinced your master is a good man.." She held a bitterness for being owned by anyone let alone calling them master, it had come close to that being her very fate when she was a mere child. Nothing would convince her that there were 'good' owners.

Blouses re-entered the establishment. His new attire had taken some time for him to get on, but it offered more protection than his last outfit. He looked at his left arm, there was a cut right below his elbow. He put his right hand on the wound and his it glowed blue. "Magic sure is useful." he thought.