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Enters one Czarnian. In a damn very good mood.

Lobo makes his way to the counter, and drops a couple rolls of galactic credits, clearing his tab, and adding a healthy amount of credit.

"Booze me, babe."

He takes the mug of some alcoholic mix, and drinks. "Damn good..."

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"What? You dont like me being here?" Fear, see how the good mood vanishes...

The messy blond stops and looks to him, then shakes his head. "No, it's not that..." he settles on the stool and turns to the strange person. "I am Isaac."

"Lobo. Jus' Lobo." He downs his drink, and gets a refill.

The messy blond turns to the bar and takes up a glass of water that had appeared earlier, and takes a long drink. He sets the glass down and turns to the strange man with a vague smile. "It's nice to meet you, Lobo." he says.

Lobo just eyes him, with a raised brow. Very few people are pleased to meet the Main Man...

Isaac blinks in silence as the large stranger eyes him with such an expression that would ward off an army of orcs.

...

"Nice?" He says the word like if Isaac had just said something like rfl mrbl drtfy... nonsense.

Isaac blinks, then shakes his head. I should just stop trying to understand this place...

He looks to Lobo and asks, "So, uh...where are you from?"

"Czarnia." Downs another drink.

Do what? was that some far off continent?

Isaac just...nods. Was it so obvious he had never heard of that place?

"Its another planet." He does still have some bits of good mood holding him calm.

The messy blond quickly glances towards the man with an expression of surprise. "Another...planet?!" Well, at least he's used to the idea of a bar at the end of the universe...

"yeah. What about it? yer from some backwater mudball?" Like stinking earth... mental note, has to go there fulfill a promise... urgh...

Isaac stuns for a moment, then shakes his head. "I'm from Weyward." Yeah, as if anyone else had heard of it...

"No space travel..." Not asking...

Isaac has to stop himself from laughing. "Going into the far reaches of the atmosphere? That's completely unheard of." Still, he does have a certain smile n his face. That was amusing.

"In yer mudball." He downs the drink whole again.

That comment brings him back to seriousness, and he shakes his head. "Not even in Vale. Nothing possesses that kind of power, not even Alchemy."

"What the frag is alchemy?" His brow furrows.

"The power to change one thing into another. There's also a power derived from it called Psyenergy, which can be used for several reasons, including combat, healing, and even moving objects without having to actually touch them, such as a box that may be out of reach."

"Sounds like sissy crapola." He grumbles, drinking...

Isaac looks to the bar interior, towards an empty table. "Perhaps it would be easier to show you..." He closes his eyes and holds a palm towards an empty chair halfway across the room, and energy circles form, circling around him. At the chair, two ghostly hands clap around the chair and lift it off the ground, then set it on top of the table. He turns to Lobo with a vague smile as the circles vanish along with the hands holding the chair. "Psyenergy can be very useful, for many different situations."

"Would make you last three seconds longer in a real fight."

Isaac smirks as he leans on the bar. "I doubt you've ever heard of Colosso then..." Not that he's bragging... "It's a competition of the strongest fighters in all of Weyward."

He sits straight again and turns completely to Lobo. "Those warriors were actually pretty weak then, to lose to such a power, according to your testimony."

"Kiddo, you know frag about real fighting." He smirks, and downs the 3rd mug of booze...