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[b][u]Los Paraísos: The Flying Albatross[/u][/b]

His body quivered. His hands trembled and his brow shook without end. Of all the people it could have been… that it had to be… it ended up having to be them. The one group of people he had no desire to see again. The one group that actually propelled him to quit and leave a mission, to turn his back on and hopefully never see again. Damn you, Tiberius Rex! Damn you to the seven levels of hell for what you’ve done to me!!

"Oooh, hiya Mister Thunder Man!" Lisette beamed as she skipped in front of the shaking man. “Haven't seen you in a while!"

“H-h-hi, Lis… lis… lettuce…?” Thunderhawk struggled to return the smile, his body quaking under the strain of needing to be polite and not already book it for the nearest exit. He didn’t really care how serious the mission was, he didn’t want to do it with them. But he knew that he had to. Had to if he wanted to achieve his goals… and not be mutilated to death by Tiberius. “A-a-and you, too, Stella. How do you all- eep!”

A giant, voluminous shadow eclipsed the overhead lights and transformed Thunderhawk’s world into darkness. Looming over him was the scariest monster Thunderhawk had ever had the displeasure of facing… and she was actually human! To think that he once held some sort of attraction to her was just… just incomprehensible now. His life truly flashed before his eyes.

"Oh, so here you are! Looks like you've been having fun since you fuckin' abandoned us without a word."

He closed his eyes, awaiting the kiss of death that was currently embracing him. But that death never came. Instead… perplexingly enough, Moira stomped off, demanding a drink from the bartender over the counter. It had been a while since he had last seen the Pride, but he couldn’t believe it was that long enough for Moira to not have flattened his face into a pancake. Not that he wasn’t grateful. 

“I… didn’t expect to see all of you again,” Thunderhawk swallowed, hoping to wet his parched throat, to no such luck. “You all look in… good health too.”

Estelle was still covered in some bandages around her arms, making Thunderhawk’s attempt at conversation painfully obvious and bad. 

“A-anyway. It’s good to see you all again. Er… how have you been?” Thunderhawk quickly spun on the stool, facing the bartender again. “Ahem! My good man! Grant my friends here any drink they’d like, the round’s on me!”

The ranger then hopped off, motioning for the Pride to follow him to a set of two free tables with eight seats apiece. “Ah… we can’t really be standing here to chat, can we? Let’s grab some seats, and I can… er… explain everything that’s going on… er… you’re all doing okay though, right?”

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Estelle scrunched her eyes up, watching Thunderhawk’s actions, but said nothing, instead smiling and nodding and following after. So far… he had actually been polite. She was sure it wouldn’t last long, but until then… 

“C’mon guys!!” Estelle started to trail behind. 

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“Er, hello there, misses.” Whereas Estelle seemed to forget about Aria and Xandra due to Thunderhawk’s unusual mannerisms, Marcus hadn’t forgotten his own manners. He extended a hand out each to Aria and Xandra, offering them some assistance in stepping down from their stools. “Hello there, my name is Marcus, and that there… that’s Estelle. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”