Legging Around

    The sun was beginning to set over Tolbana and another night would soon rise, which means the local tavern as picking up in business. However there had been one more staple customer as of late, as off in the corner...usually reserved for old codgers and quest givers sat Setsuna. A cup of something and a bottle of another sat on the table as the Necromancer was worrking on sanding away at would looked like a piece of bone. The one legged summoner was lost in whatever he was doing and if you asked the bartender, lost in the bottle as well.

    It would not be long till another presence shadows the halls of this establishment. That if Xander Scaleharth. The Salamander makes his way over to where Setsuna is, takes a seat beside the man and taps the bar-table with his claw. "I'll take something nice n' strong. Thanks."

Xander then glances over to Setsuna, peering down at his skeleton leg, back to him, then away. "... How you holding up, Setsuna?" He asks simply.

    Setsuna hears the voice asking him a question and looks around for a moment and then up at Xander, " Oh hi , how are you? Would you like a drink? " He gestures at the chair infront of him and then pours himself another shot of what passes for whiskey . " You know what I miss? Bourbon? I know its not normally a Japanese favorite, but it can be so smooth and pleasent. Ooooh or a nice aged scotch. I mean they can't have anything really aged here, we haven't been here long enough for that. " Sighing he looks at his glass and adds, " Nor long enough for people to make cola. If they had they would have by now." He throws his drink back before setting his cup back down and then looks back at Xander, " So how are you?" It would appear Setsuna either is trying to avoid the question or is to down in the bottle to have recognized the question, or something else is distracting his mind as well. The bottle of whiskey is that is only a quarter full may indicate a clue though.

    "Hey now, I asked first buddy." Xander says as he turns to look at him "And given you are down'in that whiskey, I'd say you are hiding something or just don't want to discuss it too much."

The Salamander looks away about then, holding his own cup once it is slid over to him. His claws tap the glass gently. "So, why don't you go first-- and then I'll go." He takes a sip from the glass.

    Setsuna grins and then sits back in his chair and conteplates things for a moment, " Well let see. Last week I lost a leg, still haven't found it. Both the Doctor and Nurse Uta claim that I am touched by moonlight, though I think they are just thinking that as OBVIOUSLY NOTHING ELSE COULD BE EFFECTING MY MOOD!" His last few words are loud and gets some looks before he flips them the finger and then turns back to Xander, " And then ...then...then I found out a wonderful secret last night that I am not suppose to talk about. " Leaning in close and saying that loud type of wwhisper that isn't reallly a whisper, " The doctor found out where those weapons the goblins our using to kill us come from. " Leaning back and perhaps a little to hard his chair wobbles for a moment before leaning forward, "Thats all ok though as I found an old friend, and he says I'm fine. Right Mr. Wannabe Whiskey."

    "You are... really drunk." Xander says softly with a bit of a chuckle. "And yeah, I saw your leg get ripped off... I was there.. and regret the fact I wasn't fast enough to intercept the attack."

He takes another sip of his drink. "... But at least you got a new, one eh?" He motions to the skeleton leg. "Though... I imagine it doesn't feel right. If it feels at all."

Then he raises a brow and leans in slightly, ".. and what about those swords?"

    Setsuna looks at the skeleton one attached to him and reaches down and plucks it from his leg throwing it, " Piece of crap wanna be, at least the wanna be whiskey helps ." The necromancer rubs his eye for a moment as he tries to put words back together for a moment as he processes what was said and asked, " Oh the swords..." Once again he leans in for a moment and then says in that not whisper whisper , "Promise you won't tell or go angry Xander or whatever else as its a secret and the doctor will be mad at me." He doesn't really wait for Xander to acknowledge before saying "Giganpor"

    Xander watches the leg get thrown and takes another sip of his drink. "I saw a few vets think the same thing of their prosthetic legs." His draconic eyes look back over to Setsuna as he brings up 'who' and his eyes narrow.

"... and really huh?" His tail flicks. "... Interesting." Then Xander takes another sip of his drink, before he goes to stand up, gets Setsuna's leg, and hands it back to him. "... And you really don't want to lose this. Like seriously."

    "But I /do/ understand the trouble of leg injuries. They suck, hell, they can suck worse than anyone could ever imagine. Sometimes where you think you can feel something, but-- there is nothing there to feel. Ghost pains they call them." Xander looks at his glass. "Or... even worse, is when you still /have/ legs, but... They don't work at all. You go one day walking normally and then /bam/ the next you are immobile from the waist down. This shit... this shit is never easy to deal with."

His eyes soften as the narrow a little. "... Even harder to handle alone."

    Setsuna nods his head and for a brief moment the sober , sane, collected Setsuna appears, " Officers want to keep it quiet till they figure out what to do, and have a third party validate Prophylaxis's find." Keeping it down for a moment more before he is given his leg back and he places it on the ground by him. Taking a deep breath he pours a drink and listens while Xander talks, finishing it around the point of this shit is never easy. As Xander finishes he pours another and drinks it again before he sighs heavily. " Xander you certainly know how to put a cherry on top of things. However you are also the first person who wanted to talk about it. Thank you."

    Xander raises a brow, "I am not sure if that is a compliment-- or an insult." He laughs softly. "But," He reaches over and places his hand lightly on Setsuna's shoulder. "I am here for you. If you ever need someone to talk too." He gives it a pat, before he lowers his hand once more. "I am here for you." Then downs the rest of his drink.

    Setsuna takes a deep breath for another moment as if the deep breaths help him gather his thoughts ans he just stares at the empty cup. " I haven't been this drunk in months. I haven't stayed this month in drunks. " He continues to stare and looks up at Xander, " Doc says he may be able to fix it , if I wanted. " It was the first time he admitted that his leg may be healable, " Likely that means if I die I could reset it as well. I'm afraid though, because the word may implies it may not. For the first time since being stuck here I have been questioning. What if there is no way out? What if there is no more revival?"

    Setsuna gets into some very deep subjects, they were subjects that not even Xander cares to think about to much. "Right now, Setsuna, we need to stay positive. We have to at least get to the tenth floor and see if it is still a glitched up mess."

The Salamander then goes to stand up. "The worst thing you can do, is not believe. It is hope. That belief, that will get us through shit. Soon as you lose that hope, even that small bit of light," He snaps his fingers. "That is when the darkness gets you... and trust me... That is not a hole you wanna be down."