*Thoth sighs, looks between John and Beatrix and clasps his hands behind his back*
Thoth: I shall leave you be... however should you require my assistance dealing with these creatures, please to not hesitate to contact me. Any mirrored surface will do.
*He blinks away to his home*

*Jilial has fallen into a merciful dreamless sleep*

*Xan heads outside, still looking for Zeta and finally spots her. She waves enthusiastically and runs towards her*
Xan: Zeta! You be back!

*Lecter sheathes Karma as he turns his head to look at Sasha*
Lecter: Soon, I'd say. I can't wait for him to attack again, this place has seen too much fighting already.

*Finnick smiles at Eustace as he approaches*
Finnick: The best kind of one. I'd say I dabble in a bit of everything, but that doesn't quite explain it.

*Jillian smiles back at Zeta, though she honestly doesn't know what to say.*
Jillian: I... I was just thinking about my home, such memories always make me sad.
*She drags on the cigarette, and looks towards the treeline.*
Jillian: You can call me Jill.
*She nods to Xan as she approaches.*
Jillian: Hello Xan.

---
*John frowns at Beatrix, not getting her game, but pours her another glass.*
John: O...kay. So just drinks then? I don't really pay for these you know...
*He pours himself a drink, and downs it.*
---

*Sasha nods.*
Sasha: I agree, though how are we supposed to find him?
*She watches Lecter closely, trying to discern his motives and such.*

*Lecter's gaze focuses on the ground for a moment before returning to meet Sasha's again*
Lecter: To actually end him, he'll need to die in Hell. He'll be at his strongest there as well, with every power he has at his disposal.
*The Devil Hunter sighs and resists the urge to draw another cigarette*
Lecter: To find him there, that should be easy. He wants me there, to be at his side.

*Zeta nods understandingly at Jillian, opens her mouth to say something uplifting, but is cut off by Xan, who she is actually also happy to see.*
Zeta: Yeah, I'm back. What'd I miss?
*She half-knows she's going to get hugged, so she braces herself for it somewhat.*

---

*Beatrix lifts an eyebrow at the fact that John didn't have to pay for the drinks, then shrugs and downs her own glass as well.*
Beatrix: Oh. Well if that's the case, tell me what you're actually thinking about. I'm not dumb, you obviously spend the majority of your time here for a reason.

---

*Eustace is unmoved, and doesn't share Finnick's smile.*
Eustace: Explain and specify. And do you take payments?

*Xan smiles weakly, walks up to Zeta and gives her a quick hug*
Xan: Not much...
*She gestures to the statue of Horus*
Xan: That be... impressive...
*She looks at Zeta, still obviously a little worried about her*
Xan: You be okay? You run off... worry me.

*Jillian frowns at Xan, but doesn't care about her lack of response to her greeting.*
Jillian: Yes... that it is.
*She keeps smoking her cigarette, and starts to make her way back to the room.*

---
*John grins, and side glances at Beatrix.*
John: I drink to chase the demons away.
*Though he says with sarcasm, a hint of truth can be heard in his voice.*
John: Besides, I like hanging out in bars. They have the most interesting people.
*He gestures to Laura, who still watches the pair blatantly.*

---
Sasha: Right...
*She shifts uncomfortably, and coughs awkwardly.*
Sasha: So... how do we go to hell, and fight this guy?

*Zeta nods to Xan and awkwardly rubs her shoulder.*
Zeta: Uhh... yeah, everything's fine now. Thanks for worrying, but it was just something I had to do.
*She then gestures Xan to follow Jillian, because she starts doing so.*
Zeta: Hey, Jill, I understand about what you said before. The past brings up a lot of things you want to forget, so it's hard talking about it.

---

*Beatrix understands the ghost part, because everybody in her team has a backstory. She also looks at Laura, and would be glaring if she wasn't such an old woman.*
Beatrix: If we're talking too loud for you, we'll quiet down, obaa-san.

*Lecter raises an eyebrow slightly*
Lecter: You want to walk into the arms of Hell. Braver than most, even some Devil Hunters. The old bastard will have made himself a tear somewhere, a makeshift Tem-Ni-Gru, if you will, but backwards. Get through that, and we'll be at his doorstep.

*Finnick's smile widens*
Finnick: Displacement, illusion, primal, elemental, telekinetics, tectonics, just to name a few. And I do jobs, but for what, how much, and why are questions that come with them.

*Jillian walks along, and lights another cigarette.*
Jillian: I do not wish to forget, just... just to have purpose.
*She looks at her cigarette, and lights it.*
Jillian: Being here gives me little meaning, and the enemies that destroyed my land and killed my people still draw breath. I only wish to serve the tower.

---
*Laura waves away the apology, and cackles laughter.*
Laura: Oh no it's fine, just looking at your pretty armor, and-
John: That's not a old woman.
*He looks at Beatrix as he says this, while Laura is taken aback.*
Laura: Yes I am...

---
*Sasha shrugs, and sits next to Lecter.*
Sasha: I wish to destroy evil, not go adventuring into hell, and you make it sound so easy...

*Zeta nods, and sighs.*
Zeta: I guess that means you'll be leaving to try to get revenge?
*She doesn't really know what Jillian is feeling, because the only time her 'homeland' was threatened, she went there and kicked ass like a mofo.*

---

*Beatrix tilts her head and frowns.*
Beatrix: She looks old. What are you saying?
*She kinda things he's had one too many, so she instead downs another glass in the period of time it takes him to answer.*

---

*Eustace's facial expression doesn't change. and he simply nods to the room.*
Eustace: A distraction. Not now. I will pay you half whatever you deem necessary now, and the other half when the job is finished. Do you deem it acceptable?

*Jillian shakes her head, and drags on her cigarette.*
Jillian: My home is gone, I don't even know how to go back. Most I can do is my job, serve the white... serve the tower.
*She looks skyward, almost as if she is trying to see something that isn't there.*

---
John: I'm not stupid-
Laura: But you are drunk!
John: Shut up, you're a bloody op!
Laura: A what?
*John drunkenly gets up, and walks towards Laura who looks afraid.*

*Zeta frowns, not understanding what Jillian means. She puffs on the cigarette and coughs again, and when she talks her voice is raspy from all the coughing she's been doing.*
Zeta: The White? The Tower? I'm sorry, but I haven't heard of either of those things. Care to explain?

---

*Beatrix stands up as well, and moves with John, her hand on her sword hilt.*
Beatrix: John, words please. What is she if she isn't a harmless old lady?

Xan walks alongside Jillian and Mergoux silently, listening to their conversation. She looks sympathetic towards the news of Jillian having lost her home. "Be hard... losing that..." she sounds sad not only for Jillian, but for herself. She pats Jillian's shoulder gently and nods to her. "Be strong, be good. That be what I do when my home be lost to me."

She listens to the mention of 'The Tower' and 'The White', but doesn't really understand them. "What be these things you speak of? White? Tower? I know the words, but why you serve them?"

*Jillian smiles, and turns towards the pair.*
Jillian: The 'white,' are those who serve the Dark tower, which is the the center of all creation... Your world and mine are all on different spectrum's of the tower. It's purpose is to hold back the darkness, the prim, which is chaos and destruction.
*She scratches the back of her neck, not realizing how hard it is to explain the Dark Tower.*
Jillian: My home's lose was devastating, same as the death of all my people... but as long as the tower stands, then so will I.

---
*John walks up to Laura, and pokes her shoulder. She makes a audible ow, and backs away.*
John: You're a shitty liar Nia, I knew it was you from the start!
Laura: Don't touch me!
John: Take off the disguise already!
*He goes to poke her, but Laura grabs John's hand with unnatural speed. Her tone changes to a cold tone, and a slight growl comes from her throat.*
Laura: I told you not to touch me... John.
*John smiles, then looks pained as Laura pops his writs out of it's socket. She looks towards Beatrix.*
Laura: This is none of your concern.

*Zeta stares blankly at Jillian, really not grasping the full extent of what the tower is, but she nods nonetheless.*
Zeta: Rrrrright... Different realities, I will admit this isn't the first time somebody has talked about those. But I still don't understand what it really is.
*She shrugs, but enters the room first, before waiting for Jillian and Xan.*
Zeta: But I do understand what you mean about being the last of your kind. Do good by them.

---

*Beatrix smiles, and takes her hand off her sword, and nods.*
Beatrix: True. It isn't my concern. It's his concern.
*She opens her arms out, and, while continuing to smile, her sword pulls itself out of its sheath and flies towards Laura's hand.*
Beatrix: He likes fighting, so he made it is concern.

*Jillian smile never leaves, and she nods.*
Jillian: I know it must sound silly, I cry pardon.
*Her smile cracks for a moment at Zeta's last comment, but she manages to bring it back quickly.*
Jillian: I truly hope I do.

---
*Laura doesn't avoid the sudden attack, yet her old flesh seems to yield against the blade, though John is set free.*
Laura: Impressive girl, but I recommend calming down... I am here to speak, nothing more.
*John grins, and laughs.*
John: It is you, you salty bitch! How'd you survive the-
*Nia seizes John's mouth, and looks incredibly enraged.*
Nia: Let's not talk about classified missions!

*Zeta notices the smile crack, and feels a bit guilty, but she nods regardless.*
Zeta: It's fine, you can explain it to me later. I'm starved.

---

*Beatrix frowns at her sword not penetrating Laura's skin, but forces it to come back and sheathe itself again.*
Beatrix: Start talking before I poke around your body and see where you hurt the most.

---

*Somewhere deeeeeeeeeeeeeeep in the woods, a blue sphere of light appears out of nowhere, and completely removes part of a tree, causing it to fall into the tree, again making more of the tree disappear. A regular looking male in what appears to be modern-ish military apparel exits, seemingly panicked. His panic is short lived as something red, and far more sinister/dangerous emerges from the sphere, and promptly tears the man in three, before throwing two pieces of him back into the sphere, leaving the mans midriff behind on the ground which rapidly turns red with blood. The thing 'laughs', and looks back at the sphere, as if waiting for something else to come from it.*

Xan listens with interest, but can't really grasp the idea of the tower. She frowns and shakes her head. "I not understand, but methinks that be okay. You do, and you stronger than I, so you be better servant than I be..." as those words leave her mouth her face falls and she hugs herself, shuddering from bad memories of the last time she was a 'servant'

Mergoux groans in her booth and sits up with a killer headache. She's still half-drunk and stares blearily at Beatrix, John and the seemingly old woman

*Dr notices merg wake up realising she the one who shot thr Major with a crossbow, and whom seemed to have a reputation as a barbarian.

Staying quietly watching. The bird headed man did not seem to return and the bar seemed to be quiet. A old woman had entered who seemed to be attracting trouble like everyone else round here. Someone drew a sword and she backed away from the show down. *

"OK.. Il be going"

*Major heads back into main room armoured but stained with bright blood and looking good round, concerned that something is not as seems, and worse than first appearances*

Where's the DR. It seems that airship was carrying far more than the brotherhood intended for people to know.