Mystic War prelude: Gypsies, tramps & thieves

[Agrona]

If places could be any more forsaken by the pantheon than this one, then Dallas and her brothers Killian and Dylan likely had never traveled to them. Dallas hated space travel, but when their mother asked them to make this journey, Dallas knew they could not say no.

"What is that?" she asked rather loudly as she, Killian and Dylan made their way into the bar of this space station. "Or is that a who?"

"Will you please keep your voice down," Dylan said as he ushered his siblings to a table in the very back of the bar. "I do not want some space-dwelling denizen to cut your tongue out, Dallas."

"You know how much I hate being away from Earth. My powers always get a bit touchy when I am away from good Irish soil for too long," Dallas replied as some mechanical waiter rolled over and set some drinks down in front of them. "We didn't order yet!" she protested, but the robot wheeled away just as quickly. "Are these from your contact?" she asked Dylan who was already scanning the room for the person who was supposed to meet them.

[Arawn]

Dylan had not wanted to take his siblings with him, but their mother had been extremely insistent about it, so he caved and brought Dallas and Killian along on this trip. He prayed his contact did not just up and walk away when he saw the three of them sitting drinking whatever had been set before them. Dylan sniffed his drink and set it back down.

"Poison?" Killian asked, but Dylan shook his head. "Then what's up with your drink?"

"I just want to be clear-headed when our contacts arrive," Dylan replied. "If what they hinted at is true, then we will need to..."

Before he could say another word, Dallas was spitting out her drink all over Dylan's cloak. She set the glass down quickly and wiped her mouth on a napkin. "That tastes like paint thinner!"

"Not everyone can handle these beverages," Dylan said as Killian's drink suddenly burst into flame. "And now you can see why."

"Hey, fire doesn't bother me!" Killian said as he sipped the fiery brew. "Pyros like me love a challenge!"

[Nuada]

"Stop being babies and drink already," Killian said as he set down his fiery orange brew. "Whatever that is, I like it!"

"You and Uncle Mac would drink the liquor in half the universe if you could!" Dallas yelped before she suddenly looked under the table and kicked something away from them. "Whatever that was, it is out of here, or I am!"

"What? I hope you didn't kick Rocket..." Dylan muttered as he saw the creature scurry away.

"Rocket? You mean we're going to meet up with the Guardians of the Galaxy?" Killian asked as he started to fix his clothes a bit. "Gamora is..."

"Likely to gut you, you chauvanist mage, if you treat her like anything less than the warrior she is!" Dallas said as she started to look around the room herself.  "I don't see any of them yet."

"And now you see why I wanted to come alone," Dylan said as he cradled his head in his hands. "I do not need you acting like groupies!"

"You are a bore, big brother," Killian said as he continued to enjoy his drink. "We aren't neophytes. We won't screw this up."