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[flame_and_void]

It is not usually Rand's habit to actively seek out others in the bar. But he has been doing so quite frequently of late, huddled at a table or at the bar, talking quietly with this patron or that. Word may have gotten around that he's been actively seeking out those who are fighters of any type, whether their method is with the blade, magics, or

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[ryoko_set_free]

Ryoko has been lurking. The malaise that had overtaken her before she found this bar had only gotten worse. But now she was eyeballing the sign with interest, holding a drink, and sitting cross-legged about three feet off the ground.

"You need fighters?" She inquires of the young man.

[flame_and_void]

Eying the floating woman, Rand nods. "We do. What are you capable of?"

[ryoko_set_free]

"I can fly under my own power, I provide my own energy blade, and I was a space pirate for at least a thousand years, so I can take care of myself." She shrugged. "I can show my blade, but I don't know that weapon demonstrations are welcome here."

She looked at Rand, but her expression was almost incurious. With a small shake, she forced her full attention to the next question. "What kind of fighting is needed?"

[flame_and_void]

"Any and all type. We're looking for those that are willing to fend for themselves, go with smaller groups on focused attacks, or run with larger groups."

He taps the side of his face thoughtfully with a finger. "What, specifically, is an energy blade, if I may ask?"

[killitwith_fire]

The sign catches Axel's eye as he's walking by, and he pauses to read it again.

"Okay," he says after a moment. "I'm not really interested in signing up, but I am curious."

[flame_and_void]

"What would you like to know?" answers Rand patiently.

[killitwith_fire]

"This 'Dark One' of yours," Axel says. "Who is he?"

Rand may notice a smell of smoke, and fire, and ash about Axel. Burning things.

[flame_and_void]

"The Dark One is the antithesis of the Creator. Bound at the forging of the world, he is slowly breaking free."

[sizzuhs]

Time to be delayed was something that Eugene was learning to well from Luz. He knew he needed to get back to his own world, and the War there, but being a medic he was cursed with the need to be helpful. Which is the reason the dirty looking medic from Easy Company is standing a few steps away eyeing Rand's sign carefully.

Biting down on his bottom lip, the Cajun man finally speaks up reaching up to shift his helmet back a little. "Dragon's Army? Dark One? Sounds lik' somethin outta th' stories my Grandma used t' tell..."

[flame_and_void]

"It might be, but it is a war all the same," says Rand, recognizing the general wear of the man's uniform as being related to some sort of military.

[sizzuhs]

Gene winced. Another War some where else that wasn't Holland. Inwardly, the medic sighed but never broke any sort of emotion about his face. "Do you need healers? I..I can't fight. Part of the rules of war where I'm from."

Then the paratrooper paused slightly giving the slighest shift of his feet on the floor. "Yous prob'ly got'a lot already but..'nother set of hands may be useful.."

[flame_and_void]

With surprising kindness, Rand shakes his head. "We have many Healers in our world who are able to take care of the sick and injured. I'm sorry."

[wildfire_eyes]

The sign is certainly eye-catching, even for a man who does not, strictly speaking, have eyes. As is the man who sits next to it.

So Wencit approaches, and without preamble he asks, "Who is this 'Dark One' that you fight?"

[flame_and_void]

"The Dark One is he who seeks to end our world, and all that is in it."

[wildfire_eyes]

Wencit frowns, the flames in his eyes twisting slowly, "That seems a simplistic answer. Is it, truly, that simple?" His voice does not carry doubt, merely a desire for clarification.

[flame_and_void]

"That's what it boils down to, ultimately. There are many means that he uses to try and accomplish this end, but it is what he is trying to do."

Rand eyes those flames for a long moment.

[morelikeasponge]

Peter stops to read the sign.

Peter's brow furrows.

He glances at the guy sitting by it, and says, "Is this...D&D?"

[flame_and_void]

Rand looks up at the confused looking man. "What is d and d?"

[morelikeasponge]

"It's, ah...it's a roleplaying game," Peter says, after a brief and uncertain pause. He's not actually all that clear on the details himself. "You know, where you're, you're like -- a wizard, or a dwarf, or a hero, or something, and -- I think there's dice."

[flame_and_void]

"I can assure you that this isn't any sort of role play, or anything of the sort."