The Bar Dumort (open)

"And then I said, 'No, monsieur. I'll have whatever they're having.'"Mary said with a charming grin. The two completely plastered military officials almost fell off their seats in their laughter. Mary Ann smiled and served them more vodka. The bar was relatively empty; military people scared a good amount of them away except a few regulars. Sure the building looked just a tad cleaner and the security was just a tad better but she still had the same customers. She was not very fond of these new ones though. It was no surprise that Mary was overcharging them, but really overcharging them, for their drinks. They had come in earlier asking about unothorized cargo and the whereabouts of some conduits earlier and they had scared away almost a whole nights profit. They were not on her good side despite the gracious smies and jokes they received, and now they were piss drunk and barely remembered their names.

Mary Anns eyes widened in surprise at seeing Lysander and she quickly excused herself from the company of the other men. " It's nice to see you too cher." she replied softly, opening a bottle of absinthe. " You're old tab is still there so don't you worry." She poured him a glass full and slid it to him before taking his money and placing it in the cash register. "So do you want to talk about it?" she asked casually, as if nothing had changed in the past three years. It was easier that way, at least for her. She turned back to him and rested her elbows on the counter.

Mary Ann smiled softly as he spoke of his children and War. Lysander sounded...different than the last time she had seen him. But things had changed if the rumors she had been hearing were true. As soon as he was done with his drink she poured him another full glass. "I am sure you aproached this calamity with all the tact and grace at your disposal. " she replied before smacking him upside the head.

Mary glanced up at the newcomers and smirked, waving in greeting at them. "They look okay. I'll have to take them clothes shopping though, this isn't some brothel." she replied, turning her attention back to Lysander. It would be nice to have some more help around the Bar; dead bodies didn't get rid of themselves you know. A small chuckle escaped her lips at the mention of their relationship causing trouble. "I doubt I can ever get in too much trouble cher." TShe took note of the new people coming in, some kids and a man. She chuckled hearing the young boy ask Lysander a question and quietly slid the kids a drink list. 
Mary also slid a list of the Bars specialty drinks to the man that walked in. "Take your time dear." she replied, smiling.


"I hope you guys brought enough money." Rosa mumbled, eyeing the interior of the bar warily as she followed behind Gabe. She wasn't in costume, just in a big sweater and jeans with her hair down. This wasn't exactly her idea of a fun time but she wasn't about to let the boys go alone; imagine the trouble they could get themselves into. She quietly sat next to him, glancing at the other patron as well but saying nothing. He looked oddly familiar but she was too busy scanning a drink list to care.

Conan Kennith:

Conan strolled into the bar, yawning slightly. It was good to be out on the town for once without The Darkness breathing down his neck.
"A cawse we brought money, Rosa, dahling!" He said, doing a very bad impression of an Italian mafia member. He slapped a fifty on the counter, and said "Keep the whiskey coming for me. I don't know what the others want, just ask 'em."
Turning to see what other barflies would be his company, he spotted a man he recognized instantly- Lysander. Even with the face paint, the infamous reaper was unmistakable.
"Hey, guys, remember that time when we were at that place, and met that dude named Lysander?" What he was saying was standardized code for pointing out a villain the rest of the team had not recognized yet, presuming that villain had also not recognized them. To ensure the rest of his team got the message, he also did the code for high alert danger- He rapped his knuckles on the bar three times, tapped his left foot three times, and then did the both in unison thrice.

Gabe stared coolly back at the man who grabbed his shoulder, apparently named Lysander. "Evidently you know who I am. What's it to you? All I'll be is reminded of what a piece of shit my dad was if I tell you an'ways." Gabe stared into his eyes and scowled. "But it's not that you're father of the year yourself, Lysander."
He turned his head to look at his comrades as Lysander held him. "Look we didn't come here to waste time fighting, we just came here to drink." He looked back at Lysander. "So maybe we should do the bartender a favor...."

"Savvy?"

Rosa rested her head against the bar counter as soon as she heard the rapping. She didn't want to deal with this, not now anyways. Her head bolted up as soon as the Lysander guy started talking rudely to them. She looked at both of the women around them and sighed, starting to pull her hair into a ponytail. Rosa wasn't one for witty comments or presentations of bravery, all she wanted was her Sex on the Beach and a pretzel. Rosa lightly nudged Gabes foot under the table, signaling she had his back. There it was, they were going to get beaten up by a villains henchman and the villain.

Mary rolled her eyes a bit at the youngster as she had her back to him but she served him his little shot glass of whiskey and took his money none the less. Things had certainly unfolded very interestingly. She hadn't seen Dmitris son in ages and it surprised her to see him with the little band of lost children but this was a strange city in and of itself. "Break anything and you learn what it is to stay overnight in a hospital." Mary Ann simply replied, casually wiping down the bar.

Conan Kenith:

"The name, Lysander dear," Conan growled, careful making his voice sound different, the way The Darkness had instructed him to, "Is Sleuth!" With that, he jerked his elbow backwards, catching the woman behind him in the stomach. In the moment of surprise, he reached over his shoulder and with all his might, heaved a flipped her over into the bar. Under normal circumstances, he'd be very intrigued by a random beautiful woman touching him, but granted that Lysander was in the room, and the girl was obviously WAY older than him, that wasn't going to be happening. Though he realized his team mates certainly didn't want to fight, this was Lysander they were dealing with. He had a feeling that he could take him down, especially with aid from his team mates, and this would be the Young Spartans first big take down! It'd get them really recognized by the real team! Maybe even get them on the real team!
Conan pushed off from the barstool in an acrobatic move and landed deftly on one of the bar tables, he then quickly flipped up his hood and put on his Oakley black-tinted shades.
"Let's dance!"

Gabe felt the barrage of punches to his face and held it when Lysander finished, leaning over the bar. He groaned loudly in pain as blood gushed from his nose and mouth, a tooth having been knocked loose that he spat onto the counter. Thankfully one of the back teeth. He was just starting to get up when the stool was kicked out from under him and the space between his eyes slammed into the bar on his way down.
"AAAGH!!" He held his face again, his hand on the side of the bar and he grunted, feeling the nose of an AK pressing against his back. His hand left his face and he glared up at Lysander. He was the spitting image of his father with the blood, running over both eyes, looking like Dimitris face paint. He saw his reflection in the reflective surfaces strewn throughout the room that all bars had and he grit his teeth.

It made him sick to his stomach.

He grabbed the leg of the woman who pressed her gun to his back and he stood up quickly, causing her to lose her balance as well as her disguise fading out. He stomped his heel on her face and pulled the gun from her hands as she did. He pointed the gun at Lysander and aimed for the head, his finger on the trigger.

Mary Ann glanced at the flipped waitress and shrugged as she cleaned the rim of a wine glass. As long as everything was clean and everything was being payed for she didn't have a problem. She did feel a tad bit concerned for the Gabe boy; he sure was bleeding a lot. As she glanced around the bar at the somewhat shocked and angered customers her eyes fell on the little wooden fort that had just seemed to appear out of nowhere. She also took note of the chairs and tables that seemed to be missing. Mary Ann laughed and grabbed her shotgun and jumped over the counter and strutted over to the little fort in her six inch stilettos."My my my, it seems someone has fucked up hasn't it?" The customers parted infront of her.
"I have three very basic rules you know." She cocked the shotgun.
"1.Don't forget to pay, 2.Don't fight too nasty, and 3.Don't break or dirty anything." She made it to the fort and chuckled.
"Now,you have exactly five seconds to fix my table and chairs before I teach you what it is to lose your favorite body part." She hissed, resting one of her legs against his little fort.


Rosa was frozen in place, knowing exactly what to do but not being able to make herself do it.

((OOC: Where the hell did all of these bar goers come from? In post one, it said, quote, "The bar was relatively empty" But either way, I guess I have to roll with it.))
Conan Kennith:

Conan, ignoring the idiot with his stupid chair fort, realized he now had two problems. One, was that there was a hugely dangerous evil conduit standing a few feet from him. The second, was there was now a mob of angry bar goers ready to rip him to shreds.
In training, The Darkness had instructed him, "If the public has a problem with you, and running away is an option while still getting the job done, then do it. We operate to take down villains, not to be bothered with public rep."

Advice Conan would have loved to follow, but given that Lysander was right there, that wasn't an option. He needed to get the public back on his side. He got an idea, but wasn't sure.
"Crusade, extend your powers to that girl, there!" He said, using Gabe's codename and pointing to the girl he had flipped over. Though he wasn't sure, she may be a disguised reaper, similar to the other 'waitress' Gabe had revealed as a Reaper.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Lysander, where are your manners? You never invite good guys over to kick your ass and tell them to leave right away!" Conan said, making combat chit-chat as he launched himself into a jumping kick aimed directly for Lysander's face.

Gabe gasped, his hands on the woman putting the choke hold on him's arm. Only the woman touching him was revealed to be a reaper, as he couldn't get to the other woman. He dropped the AK and when it did it fired off. The crowd all gasped and backed away. The AKs barrel had been directed exactly at... Rosa.
Gasping, Gabriel watched in horror as it hit her abdomen and she began to bleed. In his horror, he went into shock for a moment... then his emotions welled up. Crying out, His aura pushed out from his body and shadows fell over his eyes. The woman holding him screamed and pulled away, shaking. Her arms and everywhere she had touched him had severe third degree burns and she fell away. Gabriel walked over slowly toward Rosa, his Aura still expanding as he hyperventilated. He passed a the fallen barstool and when he went over it pieces of it that went through his aura corroded and turned to dust. Canceling their existence, just within the small range of the aura he pushed out from his body.
He was panting, his eyes wide. He went to reach out for her, everything in slow motion for him. "Rosa...!"

Snapping out of her trance Rosa moved to help Gabe out of the chokehold. She couldn't just stand there like an idiot when her freinds needed her. Before she could really do anything she felt something tear through her, hear it pass through her and seeing Gabes face oh shock and horror in the clearest detail. The smell of blood hit her and she looked down at the growing red blotch on her sweater, thinking You shouldn't be there.
  "Gabe, why,wha-..?" she whimpered. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes before sinking to her knees, her heart drumming in her ears as she placed a hand over the wound. 
Mary Ann moved her leg off the fort staring at the young girl that had just gotten shot; that blood was going to get all over the place. Not to mention that Dimitris son had broken a bar stool and really hurt her new bouncer. She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose with her index finger and thumb. It was going to be hard to find a barstool to match the ones she already had. Mary Ann tore her gaze away from the scene at the sound of the young mans please and she frowned. She had enough problems to deal with now but she resisted shooting him, she certainly didn't want to ruin any more of the furniture. " You better batard." she snarled before making her way back over to the bar counter.

Conan twisted out of Lysanders hold and hit the ground in an acrobatic position. He swept his leg under Lysanders, knocking him off his feet, at which point he leapt  a good three yards backward.
Conan's eyes widened when he heard a gunshot. No. He looked and saw Rosa bleeding out. No no no... This couldn't be happening.
In his mind, all of Conans other thoughts faded away, leaving everything else to his subconscious, the only things remaining were these- Defeat Lysander ASAP to get Rosa to the nearest hospital.
His training took over, with the same words running over and over again in his head. "Defeat, save. Defeat, save." Conan swiped three beers off a table and threw them all at Lysander like they were sharp, breakable baseballs. He then picked up a barstool, jumped at Lysander and swept down with it in a devastating attack that would crack the stool in half.
Finally, he brought his fist up in one of the most powerful punches he'd ever thrown, hoping to feel Lysanders jaw crack beneath his knuckles.