Utter exhaustion was what Birdie had been feeling over the last couple days. The whole voyage through Paradise to their destination had felt like one never ending day. He wasn't pitied with even a wink of sleep. This was normal for Birdie though and it didn't worry him any. Every time he pulled off something big he was like this. On edge and even slightly paranoid. While he knew he had a level of anonymity since his face wasn't linked to the attack on the Reverie, his name was in the mouth's of many. Figuring he'd encounter his fair share of impersonators as well, he had already promised to keep his cool and not let that bait him into acting out and drawing attention to himself.
With the time the voyage to Drum Island took, he had already thought out his next course of action. With a fair amount of people more than likely trying to emerge as the face of the terrorist who attacked the Reverie, no one would be believed by anyone worth their salt without some actual proof. For that reason he planned to lay claim to his attack on the Reverie with another astounding act. What that would be, he didn't know, but he knew that was the only way he'd be taken serious and he'd be able to save his brand from being run amuck by any shitter with a wrench and scrap metal.

Disembarking from the vessel wherever it had docked given it was a logical thing to do, Birdie would stand there and take in the sight of Drum Island before stepping any further. Bato, Verde
, and a few of Birdie's other associates stood there with him for a moment before he spoke. "Cervantes is here as well, but I'd like to wrap up things here before opening that can of worms." With that he'd follow Asher who'd lead the way t where it was they were going.

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Birdie shifted his eyes over at Asher whom he hadn't seen in days before chuckling. He hadn't been talking to him, but Birdie was a bit interested in meeting this ally Asher spoke of. That said he followed Asher while taking in the scenery Drum Island had to offer before entering a tavern or bar of sorts. Just as he entered he stuffed his hands in his pockets. All eyes were on Asher and Birdie knew why. It sort of pissed him off, but his time would come, so he'd be patient and settle with scoffing in a discontent manner. As the wave of silence passed he gave a nod which dismissed Bato and the others save for Verde to sit elsewhere. Verde continued to walk with Asher, Birdie, and Mercy however. Eyeing the man who Asher was greeted by, Birdie met his outstretched hand with a hand of his own. It wasn't especially professional or enthusiastic as Birdie had no clue who this man was, but it wasn't lethargic either, just a casual hand shake. "Dante Bellux." He said calmly after shaking the man's hand and putting his hand back in his jacket pockets. Following him and the others to the bar, Birdie took a seat on either side of Cyrus, Verde would be on Birdie's other side and listen in to what words were spoken. He wasn't the biggest fan of the seating arrangement, nothing against the stranger, but he just wasn't enjoying being right beside him or rather sandwiching him in with Asher and his own company if that was the case. It wasn't anything too bad though since there was booze involved. Hearing talk of the Reverie did make Birdie curious to know what Asher would say in response, but he'd play off a nonchalant front as he downed a shot with Verde and watched the bartender pour him a tall glass of beer. "Guess this place isn't just a winter wonderland. This is pretty nice stuff."

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Birdie gave a nod of acknowledgement to Cyrus' words as he was taking a cigarette out of a pack in his pocket. With the other hand he withdrew a lighter and sparked the gross little stick then took a deep drag. Exhaling the smog, he looked to his left where Verde was seated, but out beyond him, then nudged him. "Ash tray." Verde looked over to his left and stretched out to grab the dish, then placed it in front of Birdie who had his focus back on Cyrus and Asher.

Hearing Asher speak about how he wanted an island of his own made Birdie chuckle a bit and shift in his seat a bit, getting a bit cozy to hear where this conversation would go. Casually leaning onto the bar with both his elbows bracing him up, he would play quiet and just observe. Birdie had a bit of history out in Alabasta himself. It was where he an Cervantes met about two years back. Beyond the large amount of money the pile of sand had on it, Birdie hadn't much interest in it.

Straightening up his posture a bit he put a hand underneath his bottom lip in a traditional thinker pose while his cigarette fumed in the other hand which was idle on the counter. "If you do go through with this, would you do me one last solid and showcase some of my work while you're at it?" He angled his body to face a position between Cyrus and Asher as he spoke. Putting the cigarette up to his mouth he squinted as he took another drag. "Doing something that high profile with your little war machine would give my brand some more shine." He grinned and gave a small upward nod of his head at Mercy as he mentioned the war machine. "I was hoping to make a final upgrade on her before parting ways as well."

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Birdie scoffed dismissively with a bit of a chuckle to buffer out the abrasive nature of the scoff. He also turned his body back forward, Asher's remark not really understood by Birdie. What the war machine had to gain was an upgrade, was that not obvious? He didn't bother responding hoping Asher was only joking and if he hadn't been then he'd reiterate himself. Grabbing the bottle on the counter he poured himself another shot and looked to Verde who waved a hand that meant he was good. Taking a drag from his cig with his two fingers pinching the stick, he remove it from his mouth and turned to Asher as he spoke. Downing the shot as Asher spoke, he set the glass on the counter and returned his cigarette to his mouth. With mention of a lab being made, Birdie turned to Cyrus and raised a brow. "A lab?" This was more so said to himself, but was still said out loud. Continuing to listen to the man Cyrus, Birdie had a bad taste in his mouth and it wasn't from the liquor. He wasn't sure if the man was an unoriginal vulture or just knew how to play the game, but Birdie wasn't too excited about inputting any of his blueprints into the man's computer. If someone wanted his products they were to be bought, not foraged from files then replicated because they lacked the wit to create on their own.
"Given you have a lab-" He exhaled smoke over his shoulder as he eyed Cyrus on the other side of the counter. "I'm going to guess you pride yourself as a scientist . . ." He pressed the head of the cigarette into the ash tray and twisted it until it extinguished. "What kind of scientist looks to scavenge off of another inventors products? This isn't just an exchange of ideas, but blatant plagiarism." He kicked up a leg and crossed it on the knee of the other as he spoke. His hands would waft outwards in a questioning manner, truly not content with the deal Cyrus put on the table. He was fine with people impersonating him, because they would truly never have his product, but to just hand over his knowledge to another, a stranger at that, Birdie wasn't too keen on it. "Are you ok with this Asher?" Birdie looked over to the man praying he wasn't too power hungry as to lose his integrity as a scientist and do something so pitiful.

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Birdie placed a hand on his head in a pained manner as he shook it side to side. He couldn't resonate with Asher's stand point int he least bit nor did he care to. Perhaps he saw it all as a greater contribution to science and for the advancement of mankind, but Birdie was only a scientist because science had a lot to offer him as far as his ambitions went. "Talk is cheap." Was all Birdie had to offer to Cyrus in response to him explaining himself. Getting off the seat at the bar, Verde did the same waiting patiently behind Birdie as he sparked another cigarette. "I don't have much a choice though, so we'll see just what kind of man you are Cyrus." He chuckled a bit  as he bit the bullet and exhaled a plume of smoke. "Lead the way." He'd linger until Cyrus began to lead the way to his laboratory. Trailing out the tavern he'd give a motion with his head signaling the other they were leaving. They would then rise from their seats and follow Cyrus too. "I'll be seeing what it is that Asher left you with when we get there Mercy." She didn't seem to pay Birdie much attention, her eyes trained forward on Cyrus as they walked. The only thing she did to let Birdie know she heard him was give a slight nod of her head. "Everyone other than Verde can go ahead to Cervantes' ship. Tell him I'll be a bit longer." A few men nodded then went off to where they were dispatched to leaving only Verde, Mercy, Birdie, and Cyrus to go to the lab.

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