[Funkduder]

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]

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]

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]

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...

[Asura]

"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."

[Fey]

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]

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]

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]

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]

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

[Funkduder]

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.

[Asura]

"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."

[Espy]

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]

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]

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

[Asura]

"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."