Claustrum institution

[Ragsmire]

Terra shruged off a laugh before informed Varro of her answer. "I don't drink." With that she stormed out of the room with a snap of her long hair as the last sight to be seen. Anthony on the other hand smiled and said jokingly.

"But i do! Lets get to it boy!" He got up and pulled two glasses from the bar across the room along with some ale and returned to the table, filling both and sliding one over to Varro.

[Darth Hades]

Varro grabbed the glass and raised it. "A toast. To freedom, Justice and the liquor to numb the pain away." Varro drank it down and gestured to Anthony to fill the glass. He looked back at the door from where Terra left.

"She is an interesting woman. I think I'll miss her." said Varro.

[Ragsmire]

(OOC, just to speed this up i am going to fast forward an hour or so, hope its no issue Hades.)

Taking a second drink Anthony laughed as Varro commented on missing Terra, with the smile still painting his features he reassured the young man. "You'll get over that." With the joke came another string of laughter as he poured another round. Roughly forty-five minutes later, and a string more of hilarious jokes at the time, that after sobering up wouldn't be remembered after sobering up, Real returned with a semi concerned look making up his expression.

"What's the hold up, we've been waiting for fifteen minutes now?" Grunting another half laugh Anthony checked his Cronus. "No, no, no, Real its been like....like....thirty minutes. We still got time, ain't that right kid?" He said turning to Varro. However before he could chime in the obvious agreement Real felt coming she interrupted.

"Its been an hour." She simply left him the fact of the matter, she didn't try and stop Varro from giving an answer afterward, she just wanted him to be aware of that so he could better prepare his answer.

[Darth Hades]

OOC: Fine with me Rag.

Varro straightened himself as Real pointed out that an hour had passed. He quickly stood up from his chair and fell back down. He was lightheaded and thouht it was better if he took a moment. He stared at his glass or glasses as he observed how it was duplicating in front him. Varro slightly shook his head he gaze turned to the three Reals that appeared to be annoyed.

"Forgive us, time seemed to slow down for us." Varro said and attempted to stand up again but slower this time. He succeeded and walked toward to the Reals. He tried to grab a hold on one of the them but missed.

"I think one you Reals should lead the way. The other two can help Anthony and me to the ship."

[Ragsmire]

Real smiled in abundant amusement as the usually struck and to the point Varro let himself go a bit, his drunken behavior the polar opposite of his sober decorum. She waved in two guards to help him, Varro being of a much larger stature then Real, she doubted she could suppose him alone.

Two of the guards grabbed him, with Real falling back a bit to catch Anthony. She gave him a pat on the back before speaking to both drunken men again. "Don't worry Varro, we'll get you two safely to the ship."

The guards and herself brought the two down to the landing strip utilizing the elevator as opposed to the stairway, once there, they loaded the pair into one of the transport, Real thanking the two men and excusing them as she took a seat beside Varro.

"So, are you ready to return to the mainland?" By this point the elder Anthony had fallen asleep, and rested his head on Varro like a baby, snoring with a sliver of drool running from his mouth.

[Darth Hades]

Varro was ever so glad to be sitting. The long and enduring walk had given him a headache. He remembered now why he didn't drink. The last time was so disarrayed was when he drank to no end after his father's passing. He did his best to hide any notion of having a hangover but as he was rubbing his temple, Varro knew he wasn't fooling anyone. As Real asked him if had any desire to return back home, Anthony slumped to Varro's shoulder in deep slumber.

Paying no attention at Anthony, Varro face Real as he spoke. "Indeed. I would like to see how the rest of the world have faired during our absense. Hopfully that it is better when we left." Varro cleared his throat as he decided to change the subject to Prince Tycen. He had wanted to speak of the First Prince with Real for some time now.

"If you wouldn't mind me asking, how goes Prince Tycen since his desparture with Tina deep into the galaxy. I know it's been a long time since that day. But no one seems to care on the matter to tell me anything. As his sibling, I assumed you would know?"

[Ragsmire]

As the vessel started it's initial liftoff and departure from the island, Varro seemed to steadily be clearing his head of the alcohol, Titan's did have a tendency to be able to drink more, and clear it faster, however this was surprisingly fast. Commenting on the stature of the royal court, and his ideas that it might have approved in the time they were away, Varro seemed ever the optimist, something Real tried to avoid.

She had been in contact with people from the mainland now and again during their time here, and things didn't seem to have grown much better, but to that point, they weren't much worse. The political game was one that was always played, but never progressed in, and the idea of winning it was a mad one.

Real, now caught up in times passed during her spin in the royal court, snapped out of it when the mention of Tycen was made. "If you wouldn't mind me asking, how goes Prince Tycen since his departure with Tina deep into the galaxy. I know it's been a long time since that day. But no one seems to care on the matter to tell me anything. As his sibling, I assumed you would know?" Real's eyes feel soft, as she gazed out of the shuttle window toward the ever expanding ocean of sand, she had missed the water it appeared.

"Tycen...well he's been out of contact for awhile now, last i heard of him he'd found the jedi, and intended to train with them, He and Tina. However that was nearly two years ago. I had heard a report that he was at Rendili, but nothing more then that."

While what was said was true, what had been left unsaid was also an important factor. Real had a bond with her brother through the force stretching decades ago, and of late, that bond had been behaving oddly, something it didn't used to do. It grew to the point that voices seemed to talk to her, perhaps, at times, she felt she was picking up on his experiences.

[Darth Hades]

Varro nodded softly as he clinged to very word Real spoke. It seemed that the First Prince would be hard to find as he thought. Varro's plans in rebuilding Terra to become a better world have involved Prince Tycen. Of course his plans were flexable to take the First Prince out of the equation. Regardless, Varro had been comtemplating a bold idea of retrieving Prince Tycen. In the mist of his thoughts, Varro noticed Real's sadness.

It appeared Real was forlorned of her siblings. Varro put a warm hand on her shoulder to comfort Real. "I am deeply sorrowful if I brought up any sad feelings. But I believe the First Prince will return one day, even if not on his own will."

[Ragsmire]

Real seemed somewhat amiss by what Varro said, bring him in, even if not by his own will. What did that mean? Was it some kind of vague indication of his impending doom? Or perhaps a suggestion toward some crusade he wished to launch that would recover him? Ether way the only true method of finding out would be to further question the statement.

"Varro, could you tell me what exactly you mean by that?" She didn't let any trace of worry seep into her tone, instead trying to sound just curious, as the phrasing was odd, did he plan to bring Tycen back, and if so, how?

[Darth Hades]

He decided to pick his words more carefully. Varro didn't want her to think bad of him. He released his hand from her and began to stroke his beard. "Don't get me wrong. It's just...haven't you wondered why he hasn't returned? I can think of only two conclusions. One is that Prince Tycen decided he was better of in the strange galaxy. The other..."

Varro paused "...is that he can't. For some reason something is stopping him from returning. I know no else feels they need him. And maybe thats why Prince Tycen left. I believe the First Prince could be the answer to peace. He could be a symbol to a bright future. Tycen is the First Prince after all."

Varro gazed at the floor. He avoided to answer one thing. "If he hasn't returned because he doesn't want to then we have to convince him of his importance. Help him open his eyes to see that Terra isn't the same world he left behind. Even if I have to drag him back here to see."