Alina stood behind the counter of the Montage Cafe, a rag in hand and a sullen expression upon her pretty face. At this time, the cafe was slow, no patrons would be seen for a while yet and she was already on the brink of wanting to throw something, smash it perhaps. A wolf is seldom calm, and even more seldom restless. Giving a soft growl of frustration she moved out from behind the counter and tossed the rag on a nearby table. She'd simply have to entertain herself for now. Taking up her violin she'd nestled in the corner of the small show floor Alina settled it against her chin, and bringing the bow against the strings began playing an upbeat tempo, her arm seemingly flailing as she slid the bow across the strings, maneuvering it so that the music flowing from it held no flaw.

Drowning in the music she felt her wolf subside with it's restlessness and a smile spread over her lips as she slowed the strides of the bow to create a more sensual sound more pleasing to a dream like tune and finished. Placing the violin back in it's velvet casing she shut the lid and glanced around. Heaving a sigh she simply settled to cleaning the tables that were already clean and began creating chores for herself to keep busy until others joined. The Rebels were a large group but everyone had things to do, tasks laid out for their day. Her profession allowed her a slower paced life style, but she was unaccustomed to and at times like this she'd preferred to just go on a rampage and destroy something.

Lucien Maddox Spectre sighed, raising a brow as he entered the cafe, his robotic eye regarding the building sceptically as he sat down at the bar, ordering himself a bottle of Everclear and grinning as he received his drink. With this, he dropped a few coins in front of the bartender before he rose to his feet, limping over to the counter and again raising a brow. "Nice playing," he remarked casually. "But what are you doing here so early? Training is in session, and I'm sure that you must have something to do, regardless," the man added, a smirk crossing his face before he quickly faded back to the normally bland look Lucien always wore.

"Before you ask, I'm Lucien Maddox Spectre. Also known as the old robotic jackass and/or Jigsaw," he muttered, nodding and tipping his battered black fedora at her. He knew that even though there were tales of terror linked to him, he was rarely seen, meaning most people didn't know whether he was a robotic prank or an actual person. Sighing casually, he flicked his right wrist, letting the dagger swing out from its concealed space before he gripped it by the blade, his thick leather gloves protecting him from knifing himself. With mild interest, he quietly scanned the blade over with his fake eye, sighing as the device relayed him some information. New blade. 5" Iron and steel. Produced by Rebel Weapon Corps..

Lucien smirked, raising a brow. "I guess you're right. I was just saying. But as for what I'm doing here...I felt like getting a drink,"he said simply, shrugging and folding his arms."And I assume that business has been quite slow today... I'd expect as much...it's early..." he muttered casually as he flicked the dagger back into its hiding spot. It was expected, yes, but unusual. The entire community was a mixed bunch, usually meaning at least five people would normally be around here. Still...the elevated tension in the war was probably prompting most people to stay indoors.

"Anyway...that and I need a few empty bottles for one of my...um...training courses, shall we say?" the man added, smirking and looking around a bit more, thinking. "Oh, and you might want to make sure that you don't want the bottles back. I'll be doing a bit of modifying." Yes, most people usually knew what he meant by this, and most referred to it as him looking for new torture tools. This particular course needed a bit of broken glass, though there was a short supply of bottles in the junkyard for his needs, so he'd decided to borrow a few from the local bars. With this said, he smirked and quietly conjured a small, glowing purple orb of dark energy, using his fingers to manipulate its positioning as if he were spinning it in his hand. It served a dual purpose, it looked nice, it looked classy, and it looked painfully intimidating.

"Interesting. I wanted fire, but I ended with Darkness. Who knew? Maybe it's the inner nutjob that landed me with it," he said with a snicker. "Anyway, no. I'm not here to relax, I just came to pick up a few bottles to smash up for a course," he added, winking and allowing himself a wry grin. He was infamous for simply sliding through places to pick up everyday objects that could be easily used for his debatable training grounds. With this, he quietly pulled out his pad of graph paper, setting it on the table and circling a part of the sloppily slapped together excuse for a blueprint. The piece he circled appeared to be a trap door-like object which was released when a handle was pulled. "See, I need to teach this kid a bit of self control. He pulls that 'do not pull' lever, WHAM! He'll get a nice bit of glass falling from the sky!"

With this, the man put the blueprint back into his pocket. "Besides that, i also came to pick up about twenty beers. I need 'em for tonight. Orientation. Suckish orientation. Bleh, at least I got out of it!" he said with a mischievous smile. "Anyway... I just need the beer, my bottles, and I'll be on my way eventually," he muttered, chuckling.

She caught the wink and the wry grin which made her smile widen some. "I see" then motioning to the box she remarked. "Well these are all we have until business picks up tonight. If you check back after closing we'll have more for you. I'll let the others know not to toss them." she stopped and watched him when he withdrew a paper and spread it over the table. Blueprints, she thought then stepped closer to see what he was mumbling about. "Ah so this is why you need the bottles then, you must be a hard ass trainer" she chuckled. "Well it seems you have things to do, I'll leave you to your work"
With that she stepped back and turned around making her way back behind the counter. She took a few bottles of beer and packed them for him and slid them next to the box of empty bottles he had requested on the counter. "There you are. And I've been through orientation I've seen the way things go, I commend you for being the one to train us. Truly admirable if you ask me. Although," she trailed off and slightly mumbled the rest, "I wish the war was over." she quickly clamped her lips together as if she'd spoken out of line and blushed. Turning away from him she touched her hand to her cheeks and groaned, inwardly scolding herself for even blushing. You never blush, why are you blushing, stop it it's not like you. Gathering herself she gave him a small wave and excused herself to the back room to gather up a few more things to prep for the night, calling over her shoulder as she walked away. "Enjoy the bottles"

Lucien smiled, raising a brow. "Thank you...and indeed, I'm a hard ass trainer. I'm not one of the trainers to baby the soldiers. They get their asses kicked around a bit, you send 'em out, and then if they make it back, you baby them until they go out again," he explained, another, darker, smile spreading across his face. "But the trick is, you kick them around a bit in the beginning. You have to know they're not going to wimp out on you," he continued, nodding. At that moment, he caught the blush. However, he decided not to comment. He wasn't one for emotions. "Thanks you. Glad someone appreciates the Revolt Jigsaw," the man said, chuckling. "And everyone wishes it was over. But if you ask me, I'm not gonna' lie. I don't think this thing will end any time soon," he said shortly. "Anyway, thank you for the bottles. While I'm here, could I have a beer? As in, a full bottle?" Lucien inquired, smiling calmly.

Alina stopped short of making it to the back, she'd heard all he had to say and turned only halfway to lean against the door frame. "I know, but we can all hope. The last thing we need are weaklings, the harder you push them the harder they will fight for you, for our cause. It's a good thing and I commend you for it" remarking she gave a sincere smile and moved back out into the room, leaning down she snatched up the bottle of beer he asked for, grabbing up the bottle opener and tearing off the cap reached over the bar and set it down before him. "It's on the house, enjoy" Another of the their group came in and sat down ordering up a drink. Alina nodded and went about preparing it. Glancing at the clock on the wall the expression she gave was acknowledgment. "Right on time" she murmured and went about setting up a few empty cups. The others would be pouring in soon to drown their sorrow or just celebrate in the next ten minutes.

Sliding the drink to the man at the end of the counter she stepped over to the wall behind her and took the apron off the hook, tied it around her waist and rummaged through it to make sure her pen, paper pad and cloth was in the pockets. Satisfied she stepped from around the counter, up to the jukebox and spent a few minutes looking through the selection before she settled on a song. Pushing the buttons she moved away as the music began filling the cafe with a jazzy tune. She made it back around the counter just as the cook poked his head through the small window and greeted her. Waving Alina turned her attention back to Spectre.

Warren walked into the cafe and settled on a seat on the counter. He turned to the waitress with his face full of fresh wounds. "One scotch on the rocks, please." He looked around through the cafe, but nothing realy made it to his brain. Maybe it was too soon to relax, it was just minutes ago that he had escaped from death and was picked up by the rebels. Then as he slowly get back to reality he notices that he is drawing some attention from the others in the bar. He figured that was vecause he was new and on top of that he was covered in wounds. He tried to ignore this and minded his own bussines, but he quickly realised that it would only mean more sorrow and more self-pity, something he had forbidden himself to have. But what else could he do, he didn't know anyone here and he didn't know if he even would want to know anyone here, with the idea that they could be dead tomorrow.

Alina turned her head as most of the other patrons had when Warren entered. Lifting a brow she examined his features, he was new, she could tell this not by his unease. But by the way his scent came with death forcing her to wrinkle her nose. Excusing herself from Spectre Alina saw him settle himself at the bar and ordered up a scotch on the rocks. She moved about behind the counter and gathered up a small glass filled with a few pieces of ice and finding the large bottle of scotch she poured some into the glass nearly to the top, set the large bottle back behind the counter and walked the beverage over to Warren. "Here you are, would you like a wash cloth for your face?" she asked, a thoughtful expression upon her face as she eyed him curiously. "To wash up your wounds of course" she stated so as not to freak him out.
Alina was curious where he came from and had a load of questions, but kept her mouth shut with the rest so as not to sound or appear intrusive. She simply stood there a moment awaiting to see if he did or did not wish the washcloth, when you are a wolf, you learn about people through their movements their body language and his was merely showing tired, distant and nervous even.

Warren turned his head to the waitress as she brought him the scotch. When he was asked wether he would like a wash cloth, he smiled. " I'd rather wait with that untill the Iodine has done its job, you never know where those revolts have been with their hands, but thanks for the offer. By the way, my name is Warren Grant, expect me to be a regular here." As he said that he noticed that a group of patrons on a nearby table were wispering, probably about him as they constantly were watching him. It was normal that poeple talked about him, as he kinda sticks out from the crowd, but that didn't mean that he liked it.

He drank his scotch in one go and seemingly as sober, but a lot more confident, he walked to the table and wispered with a voice that just sounded like authority to the men at the table: " I don't like cowards who talk around someones back, if you talk about someone be a man and do it in his face." As Warren nearly had turned to get back to his seat he heard someone on the table say jerk. Warren turned back to the table and with the same voice he wispered: " If you don't like me, well...tough luck, because I am going to be for a long time, at the very least till this war is over. So you'll have to deal with me for a long time." Warren walked back to his seat and turned back to the waitress. To clarify what he just had done. "You are a lycan, right? So you should understand what I just did there, simply pack behaviour. Even though we think that we are civilized, humans still are herd animals."

Warren made a somewhat forced smile when Alina said that they were all lycans here and that the humans have their own playgrounds. Then she introduced their trainer and as a sign of respect Warren made a small military salute. As he turned back to Alina he began to speak. "If you think that we are all lycans here, then you might not want to know what I am. Though I may just be a human its not uncommon for me to overpower a lycan in melee combat and lately it has been all melee, so you might have been mislead by the scent of lycan blood that I seriously have tried to wash off. But don't treat me difrent for being a human, its not the first time someone makes that mistake and that mistake usualy doesn't end pretty."

[well i didn't type THIS (random messages below) here, sigh, oh well, i might as well post something while im here, i was kinda hoping someone would post before me :( ]

Zamek looked around, returning to the cafe. Everything was still in one piece, so that means that no fight happened. At least not yet. Zamek went to the counter and asked for glass of sprite. He wasn't really in the mood, and rarely ever is, for liquor. He looked to see both Alina and that other guy here. I kept my magnum ready, just in case. But i soon fastened it. "If hes not Revolt, he is no enemy of mine" Zamek thought. He was still a bit tense, with the stranger here. "i swear i think he knows what im thinking" Zamek noted in his head.

"So Zamek, any news on the war?" Alina asked. "Another New York bombing, oh, and a revolt base was over run by humans. Good for them." i replied, taking a sip of my sprite. "oh, and i think somewhere in new york city itself they have a base of operations." i also noted. "Hmmm, makes sense, and your project?" she also asked. "The Raven is almost done, im putting the final touches on now, i might have it ready in like a week for field tests" i replied, finishing up my sprite.

[well i didn't type THIS (random messages below) here, sigh, oh well, i might as well post something while im here, i was kinda hoping someone would post before me :( ]

Zamek looked around, returning to the cafe. Everything was still in one piece, so that means that no fight happened. At least not yet. Zamek went to the counter and asked for glass of sprite. He wasn't really in the mood, and rarely ever is, for liquor. He looked to see both Alina and that other guy here. I kept my magnum ready, just in case. But i soon fastened it. "If hes not Revolt, he is no enemy of mine" Zamek thought. He was still a bit tense, with the stranger here. "i swear i think he knows what im thinking" Zamek noted in his head.

"So Zamek, any news on the war?" Alina asked. "Another New York bombing, oh, and a revolt base was over run by humans. Good for them." i replied, taking a sip of my sprite. "oh, and i think somewhere in new york city itself they have a base of operations." i also noted. "Hmmm, makes sense, and your project?" she also asked. "The Raven is almost done, im putting the final touches on now, i might have it ready in like a week for field tests" i replied, finishing up my sprite.