*John sighs, and keeps drinking his whiskey doing his best to ignore the altercation.*
*Gordon casually sits next to John, and smiles at him.*
Gordon: Hey John.
*John bristles for a moment, and cracks his glass in surprise at being confronted with Gordon.*
John: Hi. Gordon.Long time no see.
*Gordon chuckles, and keeps his strange fleshy pistol trained to John's side.*

---
*Sasha nods to Lecter.*
Sasha: Yes the storm should pass, maybe in a day or two. And I thank you for your help.
*She turns towards Taboo, and facepalms.*
Sasha: Christ... She's just an idiot, don't worry.

*Zeta continues sleeping while Eustace continues pretending to sleep, and while Vaseraga only pays attention to them, and not on the rest of the room.*

---

*Beatrix takes her time sipping her drink, but she casts her eyes around the bar, trying to remember the faces of all present. She also decides that the people there are; insane, rash and stupid, careless and two-faced, and one unknown person with an unknown agenda and personality. Who exactly Beatrix is thinking/looking at is unknown, cause she has a specific thing for each different person. She just chills with one hand on her sword pommel, and continues subtly watching, since she doesn't give a shit about anybody specific except Eustace, and the only reason she isn't there is because Eustace hates being crowded, so she's respecting that and will talk to him when he seeks her out.*

*Major grimaces as looks down painfully seeing a crossbow bow bolt not Leathley but rather badly embedded through the uniforms protective layers that merely slowed its progress *

You bitch....
"slowly drags some medrx from a pocket before injecting it and giving some pain relief from the injury walking over to mergs prone form and goes to kick her crossbow away across the room and places a boot on her hand*

Maybe you should get laid more and expend some of that anger....

*kicks hard at her stomach several times each one hurting his chest before lowering pistol to aim at her head before tracing to her other leg and shooting there *

Crawl out of here like the worm you are. Maybe the others will decide to put you down.

*aims a kick to her head to try and knock her out having forced self to function with the medex painfully*

*Turns to bar and leans against a puller for support *
Anyone a qualified medic? With these museum worthy weapons?

...

*Dr feels bad for Iris, and makes her cup of tea as a small gesture, placing it near her and quietly backing away not knowing her heat thing but more as a sympathetic drink*

Well...
*gives up as not has the words and goes back to group giving her space *
Anyone. If we could track down her family that might help her if they out there.

*Just because Mergoux can't walk, doesn't mean she can't fight. As the Major approaches her she draws a long knife and slashes at him. Her chestplate also protects from the kicks, as even a steel-toed boot on the foot of Dwayne Johnson would have trouble hurting someone through a thick medieval breastplate*

*She attempts to knock the pistol from his hands when he gets too close and lunges at him, using her good leg to propel herself towards him. Her dagger goes to slash towards the Major's throat as she snarls in fury*

*Jilial doesn't seem to notice the Dr's gesture but instead slowly gets up. She walks outside the room and to the edge of the treeline, then at the edge of the woods she gets down on her hands and knees and starts to dig, her claws tearing through the earth with relative ease*
*Her stomach rumbles and her scales are pale with cold, but the sun begins to warm her blood as she digs a grave for her lover with her bare hands*

*major backs up qucikly as can bleedign as the blade cuts into the light kevlar uniform that minus its outer layer is only designed to be a tough weather and dust resistant fabric dropping the pistol as he goes*

*suffering a crossbow bolt to the chest and now knife wound starts to impact more heavily and lacks the pure Armour in day to day atire and relises it imperitive to end anything quickly*
gah...

I was trying not to kill you for being a idiot... where did this crazy barbarian come from.

*Keeps backing up unsteadily and draws the plasma pistol that fires like a .44*
*aims several shots for easiest target of centre mass when aim less steady each shot with a heavier force and a burning heat of plasma that would likely cause metal to glow and impart a large amount of energy. *
(Fallout plasma is alot weaker than 40K or other universes that would melt clean though inches of steel like nothing)

...

*Dr looks over sadly and watches her go relising she pretty much broken*

*John and Gordon sit silently, both uncaring about the gunshots, and the insane Merg.*
Gordon: So... Let's make this easy! Give me that little box you stole, and I'll be out of your hair in a second!
*Johns sighs, and shifts slightly in his seat.*
John: I don't have it. Sorry.
*Gordon chuckles, and shakes his head.*
Gordon: Well where-
*He frowns at Mergs snarl, and turns to towards her and the Major. *
Gordon: Shoot the rabid bitch in the head already, I'm trying to have a conversation here!
*John is about to make a move, but a nudge from Gordon pistol stops him from acting.*
Gordon: I'm not stupid... John.

---
*Jillian still sits outside the room smoking her cigarette, she hears all the bullshit, but decides not to intervene.*
*She keeps smoking, and sighs with annoyance.*

*Mergoux grunts in pain and crumples as her breastplate gives way and her chest is burned badly by plasma. She lies in a heap, badly wounded.*

*Taboo frowns over at Sasha*
Taboo: Hey! I've got feelings too!

*Jilial continues to dig and dig, never pausing, even as her body begins to weaken from hunger and exhaustion. After a few hours her hands are worn raw and blood mixes with the soil, yet still she digs. *

*Major grunts grabbing the fallen Las pistol and staggering over to the bar and leans heavily against it holding thr cooling plasma pistol*

You wanna deal with the rabid bitch your more than welcome. She more trouble than she worth.

I would be rather thankful if any of you knew medical aid.... Or can find help who can.
She won t be getting up in a hurry... If she does at all.

*looks round the bar for any kind of booze to kill the pain abit*

...

*Dr walks outfo window and watches the storm that's still out there and slightly concerned as it still lights up skyline.*

*looks out thinking on things*

*Beatrix facepalms at the really stupid outcome of the fight, places a few golden coins on the bat-top for her drink, then stands up and moves over to Merg since nobody else is. She leans over, and after inspecting her wounds, she rolls her eyes and tries propping Merg up.*
Beatrix: If you even try to attack me I will put my sword through your throat and leave you here as an ornament for the tavern. I'm going to take you somewhere where I can get medical supplies.
*She doesn't wait for a response, but hopes Merg at least heard her. She lifts Merg's arm over her shoulder, and lifts her up with a bit of difficulty due to her armour. As she hobbles over towards the door, she passes John, and gives his table a light tap.*
Beatrix: After you're done chatting with your new friend, buy me a drink. We can chat and exchange information during that.
*She doesn't notice how tense he must be cause she's kinda trying to keep a woman from bleeding out, and even if she did notice the fleshy gun, she wouldn't know what it is cause she's used to actual guns, and wouldn't assume it'd be dangerous, but she doesn't see it either way so meh.*

---

*Vaseraga goes to get Zeta and Eustace some water for when they wake up. He frowns once he gets into the kitchen, and probably looks imposing as fuck in his armour for anyone who hasn't seen him.*
Vase: Is something the matter?

Gordon: I would but I am busy, whatever your name is.
*John and Gordon turn to regard Beatrix, John having a serious expression, mixed with some anxiety, while Gordon smiles happily at her.*
Gordon: Oh he will speak to you soon enough, we just going over a few things. Right John?
*John does not reply, instead he grits his teeth with anger.*
Gordon: Still shaken up from the battle, totally understandable... But he will be with you in a bit, dear.
*Gordon presses the muzzle of his pistol into John's side.*
Gordon: Right John?
John: Sure.

----
*Sasha sighs.*
Sasha: Taboo not trying to insult you, just pointing out that you are... not informed on most things.

*Major grunts and staggers out over to the doctor to get some medical attention as no one else was helping and knows basic medical aid and starts helping with one of the rooms med kits*

*wounds are heavy and it takes some time to stabalist and help patch up the blood loss and severe injuries the major suffeted*

*Dr sighs and helps patching up her former enemy as they the only ones from there world who they can at least trust of not like*

*Finnick frowns*
Finnick: Lady problems? If I had a coin for every time I- What the fuck?!
*Finnick cuts himself off as Lecter throws Karma at Taboo's back, aiming to cut right through her*

Lecter: We're not done yet, bitch.

*Taboo glares at Sasha*
Taboo: So? I've lived in a cave half my life! It was nice there... I had had everything... Then some spirit destroyed it all! Ruined me! My brother and my father!
*She rounds on Finnick, now rather angry*
Taboo: Lady problems!? What's that supposed to- URK!
*She makes a strangled noise of pain and looks down at the blade, now protruding from her midriff. Her face registers total shock before she stumbles forwards a few paces and collapses as she goes into shock. The wound isn't fatal to a Werebeast if it's treated before she bleeds out, but if she's left alone she'll bleed to death before the blood clots.*

*Mergoux is semi-conscious, but doesn't struggle as she's lifted. She mutters under her breath while holding her sword near her bag, and the sword vanishes. If Beatrix's hearing is good she might hear the word "Elaine". Mergoux stumbles along, leaning heavily on Beatrix and gritting her teeth from the agonizing plasma burns and laser wounds. Parts of her metal chestplate have seemingly fused to her skin and the smell of burnt flesh lingers around her*

*Finnick frowns and takes a step towards Lecter, who unholsters his pistol*
Lecter: Step aside, civilian. She needs to die, for what she's done. And who she serves.

*Finnick just sighs and folds his arms across his chest*
Finnick: You'll kill me for standing? You remind me of those Templars. Not a good thing to remind me of.

Sasha: So Taboo you are kinda not helping...
*Sasha then grabs Lecter's shoulder, and pulls him so they are facing. She looks slightly shocked, and annoyed.*
Sasha: Relax! Christ sake, do you have any proof of what she fucking did?! Before we let you execute her, I'd at least need some evidence!
*She doesn't draw her sword, cause she knows that won't help. So she tries to calm everyone down.*
Sasha: Let's all relax, and talk... Taboo, how you doing?
*She doesn't run over to her aid yet, wants to be sure Lecter and Finnick are cool.*
---

*Taboo lies on the ground, blood pooling slowly around her. She struggles weakly, trying to get away from Lecter, making small noises of fear and pain as she moves. The movement makes the blade inside her shift, worsening the wound and causing her immense pain. For the first time in her life she feels real terror as she fears for her life.*
Taboo: H-hurts...
*Her casual, even cocky, attitude is gone, replaced by a fearful whimper as she writhes in agony. Blood dribbles from her mouth as she speaks and to someone unaware of a Werebeast's healing capabilities the wound probably looks fatal.*

*Xan hears the noise and smells the fresh blood and leaves the sofas to walk cautiously towards the kitchen*

*Beatrix furrows her eyebrows at John's response, but is distracted by Merg stirring, and so she sighs with frustration and impatience.*
Beatrix: Good. I'll be back sometime later.
*She then exits the bar while heavily supporting Merg, and heads to some place she can fix her up properly, and after hearing commotion in the kitchen, she decides just to sit Merg on the ground and try to extract her from her fused armour by hand, or by sword. She also gathers whatever medical supplies she can find around the immediate area, and starts her 'operation'*

---

*Vaseraga frowns at Lecter and Taboo, then calmly places his massive boot on Taboo's back to prevent her from crawling away any more.*
Vaseraga: If he of all people wishes to go after her, then there must be a just reason. He will explain first, but there will be no escaping for you should he have sufficient reason, little girl.
*He then looks back at Lecter and gestures for him to explain while Vaseraga holds Taboo down.*

*Gordon waits for Beatrix to walk out of the bar, and is happy to see the bar somewhat empty. He turns to John, and his smile vanishes.*
Gordon: Enough delays, where is it?
*He blatantly searches John, not even waiting for a answer, and throws both his guns behind the bar. A look of frustration plays across Gordon's face, before changing to a more placid expression.*
Gordon: Well. You really don't have it? Then there's really no point in-!
*John in a blur motion swings his full glass of whiskey at Gordon's face, and misses. He stares dumbly at Gordon, who does not look pleased.*
Gordon: Goodbye John.
*Gordon shoots John point blank in the chest twice, both blow out of John's back, and he takes on the expression of utter agony. He coughs a gout of blood, then falls out of his chair.*
*Gordon simply get's up, buttons his coat, and walks towards the main room.*

---
*Sasha sighs at the gun shots, and look even more annoyed.*
Sasha: What the fuck now.
*She looks towards Lecter, and nods with Vaseraga.*
Sasha: Quickly explain.

*Xan hears the gunshots and jumps. She looks between the bar and the kitchen, trying to make a decision. After several seconds of thought she makes her decision and moves towards the bar, wanting to find out what made the large noise. She allows some of the Jaguar into her, enhancing her sense of smell. Her nose crinkles at the smell of blood and whatever kind of propellant was used by Gordan. She quickens her pace and enters the bar to see John on the ground. She looks horrified and runs to his side, trying to do everything she can to help, but she knows John's injuries are too severe for her to heal with what limited supplies she has access. She does her best to make him comfortable and tries to slow the bleeding.*
Xan: Who... who do this to you?
*She looks down at John, seeming far younger than her 23 years as she worries over the human*

*Mergoux looks at Beatrix, realizes what she's going to do and quickly mutters something and topples over her bag. Several rolls of bandages spill out along with a small piece of wood, like a handle broken off something. She takes the handle and places it in her mouth between her teeth before weakly nodding at her healer. As the 'operation' commences Mergoux's face screws up in agony and she bites down on the wood, her muffled screams breaking past it as her searing metal is torn off her, along with chunks of skin.*

*Taboo screams as Vaseraga presses down on her back.*

*Lecter sighs*
Lecter: I sent Karma to rescue Mergoux from a shaman called Tiaz. This thing, and her brother, served Tiaz. The shaman's MIA, and the brother disappeared somewhere in the woods. Karma never mentioned what happened to him.
*He grits his teeth and looks back down at Taboo*
Lecter: But if she's anything like her brother, she's probably here for revenge.

*Finnick frowns at Lecter's explanation, and is surprised that Tiaz managed to raise kids, cause he's an ugly cripple as far as Finnick is concerned*