Drinking and Drill Bits (Open)

[Yvon [Silva Groves]]

Silva smiled at Finnigan, but also gave him a warning. "The magician is a trickster. Remember, you can gain personal power...but personal power always comes at a prize." He stated seriously, letting the cards slip through his fingers.

Then he raised his eyebrows at Vieo. He drew the card of death of the pile and let it slip through his fingers again. "The card of death means the end of a cycle. But in your case, this ending was not caused by you. Not intentionally anyway. Someone else caught you in the inescapable." He stated, trying to explain his emotions about the card a little better.

[Finnegan]

"Right. It would be nice to choose for myself, though, if I wanted to pay that price."

He hadn't been able to when his father had taken him to be collared. And he knew there would be a price, as he'd have to live in hiding from witch hunters, but it would at least be his choice. Of course, he'd never truly gotten the chance to consider in an objective light the pros and cons of having a collar versus not. His father could be right, and it could be better not being hunted, but Finnegan couldn't help but think that that was probably not the case.

Besides, that might not even be what the seer meant. For all he knew, he was referring to the ups and downs of actually training and perfecting his powers. It may even be impossible for him to remove his collar. Then he decided if Vieo could ask a question, he might as well do so as well.

"This power I can get through action...it wouldn't happen to be getting this collar off, would it?"

[Vieo Stitching]

Vieo nodded, "Yes, no one could know of that. I am content that you are not a fraud." Finnegan asked a question now and Vieo's patience was beginning to wear. The seer could make a prediction and not be patronized while he could not remove his hand of clock work with out almost being attacked. He cupped this annoyance in his mind and placed it upon some of the many shelves as he noticed that they were in fact getting some very odd looks.

Even worse now then they had been before. Their minds seemed sharper than they had thought. It grew worse as Finnegan talked of removing his collar all together.

"People are a nuisance," Vieo noted and his voice was tinged with annoyance at the others now, "Silva, I want to ask you about Coya so perhaps you can come with us?" He got to his feet and a few of the less drunken men rose as well. They would probably try to stop them from leaving, Vieo sighed. How he loathed risking the delicate skin in fighting but it seemed it would be needed.

[Yvon [Silva Groves]]

Silva cast Finnigan a sharp look. "I did not imply did, and neither did the card." He warned. "Such things should not be discussed in public." He said in a quieter tone.

He looked up and noticed people looking at them. Was it because he wasn't playing music and singing...or because they realized he was a rogue seer? He agreed with Vieo, swinging his bag and mandolin over his shoulder. When it came to getting out of tight spots, he usually relied on speed, agility and firm use of the knee between legs.

Neither Finnigan or Vieo looked like brawlers, so this might prove to be a little tricky.

[Finnegan]

Crap. Finnegan knew it was stupid to go around talking about taking his collar off, but he’d thought the men around them were too drunk to notice idle conversation. It was one thing to notice a man take off his own hand, after all, and quite another to actually listen to idle talk. He should have known, though, that their attention may be drawn by the cards.

Finnegan got to his own feet and gathered up his notes, knowing they’d have to hurry. He wasn’t that great with his magic, and he didn’t want to have to rely on it, particularly since he didn’t want to burn the whole place down because of a few drunken fools.

“I know, but it was worth a shot to see if that was a part of it,” he whispered back, “And I thought they were to drunk to notice.”

Of course, it was pointless to say the latter part, seeing as they clearly weren’t which made his thoughts pointless. The fact remained that he shouldn’t have brought it up. “Come on.”

He walked quickly toward the exit, only to be blocked by one of the men that had gotten up when they did. “What do you want?” Finnegan asked irritably, trying to step around the larger man.

[Vieo Stitching]

There was more than a few men that had gotten up and as the first man blocked their exit other began to gather in a circle around them. "Troublesome," Vieo stated. Finnegan was obviously not going to be the best of help. When the large man reached out to Finnegan, presumably to hit him or toss him back Vieo seemed to explode with movement, albeit it seemed as if he was moving even more stiffly than before.

Grabbing the mans hand he crushed it and with his other he forced the man to fall to the ground. Gently he pushed Finnegan forwards, "May as well keep moving."

Vieo seemed a little annoyed but at the same time appeared warry. He may not be able to fight with grace but he could fight dirty and had a lot of power contained in all that metal.

[Yvon [Silva Groves]]

Silva smiled sweetly at the men who were surrounding them. Then, gracefull as a dance, he kicked the nearest one hard between the legs. "Run!" He hissed, nudging Finnigan on, who seemed more content on negotiating than fighting.

[Finnegan]

Once the other two gave their significantly greater contributions to the fight before nudging him on with their words and movements. Finnegan had no objection to running, and did so, rushing out of the building with papers still clutched in his hands. Finnegan was an engineer, not a fighter. He could have tried casting spells, but he knew he wouldn't have that much control over them and feared he'd end up either doing nothing at all and angering the men further, or manage to burn the whole place down. It was best to avoid magic if he couldn't manage to have a clear mind.

Once Finnegan was a reasonable distance outside the bar, he turned to see if the others were catching up.

[Vieo Stitching]

Vieo managed to not be pulled in to the fight, instead ducking out of the building. Although he turned around to see if the seer would make it. After seeing Silva quickly deliver a blow to a poor man's undercarriage he decided that the seer didn't need any help. So he hustled in the direction that Finnegan had gone, not wanting to risk his own skin, literally.

Of course, Vieo had an absolutely terrible sense of directions and headed the wrong way completely. His mind began to wander as his feet carried him farther and farther away, the curse of a thinker.

When he turned a street corner he ran straight in to Finnegan. Quickly he backed away, "My apologies."

((I EDITED XD just a little >.> cause nothing was happening... sooo yeah :3))