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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2019 20:40:44 GMT -8
Sango listens attentively and patiently to Denee's answers to his first round of questions, obviously quite pleased to find his rapacious, insatiable curiosity indulged as opposed to rebuffed as it at times has been. Furry hands steepled beneath his chin, Sango is about to fire off his next round of questions when Nkosana unexpectedly enters the conversation before the Bothan has an opportunity to do so.
Laughing bitterly with a shake of his head, Nkosana spits Denee's last words back to her, "A real possibility? Like, whatever possibility there might have been is long gone. The First Order has achieved terminal velocity, man. The war is over, and the good guys lost. Hold them off? Your new type of Jedi Order, the Jedi Order, and whatever other forces there are out there thinking they can sit back and gather strength for some future stand or fight are all just gonna find your backs against the wall when and if you ever do rise up, if you aren't all just taken out while you're hunkering down and trying to gather . . ."
Well aware of Nkosana's thoughts about the possibility that the Fist Order being defeated, as well as how long his pessimistic and paranoid musings can go on, Sango tries to gently cut the Nish off by saying, "Nothing is ever gained by giving up before . . ."
Scoffing, Nkosana bites back at Sango, "Before what? Trying to fight the good fight? It's too fuggin' late for that, man, don't you see that? Everyone just sat back and let Delvardus roll his little snowball down the hill, thinking that they would wait for just the right moment to stop it, or whatever it is they all told themselves instead of rising up and putting it on the line before that little snowball became a massive, unstoppable . . ."
Sounding bored, Dikeledi makes a rare contribution to a discussion in the hopes of cutting off Nkosana's ranting, dryly pointing out, "You sat back too, and other than pissing and moaning about things don't seem to have any plans or intention to do anything about . . ."
Swatting his hand through the air as though to bat Dikeledi's accusation aside, Nkosana laughs humorlessly as he says, "Oh, that's rich comin' from you, of all people. I mean, hey, I've often wondered what atrocities you committed before you finally opened your eyes and looked around and realized what you were a part of. Like, the self loathing you must be weighed down by for having . . ."
Fumnanya, fed up with Nkosana's vitriolic spewing, drops a plate into the Nish's lap, telling him in a tone that brooks no argument, "Just shut up and eat, Nko. As he sets Denee's plate in front of her before returning to the grill to serve out the rest of the crew's meals, Fumnanya says, I hope I got that right," hoping that by not addressing Nkosana's ranting everyone will follow his lead and move on to less contentious conversational topics.
Vejide, seeing that Sango appears chastened by the fact his curiosity led to the tension lingering in the air, does what she can to dispel it, asking Denee cheeerfully, "Where'd you get that dress? It's totes killer on ya."
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Post by Edward James Wright on Feb 13, 2019 6:27:07 GMT -8
Denee, feeling the effects of her drink of choice already thanks to an empty stomach, looks up at the sky with her hands behind her head as Nkosana bickered about the state of the universe. She mouthed the words "thank you" to Fumnanya and leaned forward in her seat as she stared at Nkosana. She didn’t take the hint from Fumnanya or Vejide, rather taking the bait dangled in front of her by the Nish.
People older than me decided to ignore the problem. Before I was born, the galaxy was recovering from a massive war after another war; I’m sure you’ve heard of them. My home was still reeling from the effects of the Confederacy, and shortly after I was born, a First Order General rolled through our region of the galaxy and determined that beings that weren’t human needed to be rounded up and exterminated.
She raised both of her hands and outstretched them beside her head and tilted it with an open-mouthed smile to provide an example of what a non-human might look like. Returning to her neutral demeanor, she used the Force to pull her plate of food over to her.
My brother and I were hidden by our neighbors, humans who didn’t need to stand up for us, while my parents did their best to fight back and buy us time to survive. My brother and I were hurried off-world by people who saw past our differences.
Denee raised one hand over the top of the foil package and it responded by spontaneously unraveling itself to reveal its contents. Steam poured out, and a flowery aroma filled the air.
No, we aren’t blowing up a massive space station. We aren’t assassinating a high-ranking leader. We aren’t destroying a flagship. But If I can live another day and save a scared child from a life of servitude, slavery, or death, then I consider that day a success in the fight against the sins of the First Order.
Leaning over, she blew on some of the steamy vegetables and eyed them lovingly.
You don’t get to take control of my Hope. From your limited perspective, the war may be over. From your limited perspective, all of the fights that can be fought have been lost.
Denee looked up at the Nish with a look of concern.
You fail to see the larger picture and you're ignoring the victories that have carried us this far. A planet has been liberated, shipyards are coming online, and recruitment is ramping up. Yes, there have been losses, but for my generation, coming into this fight when we are, these are learning experiences and launching points for new fights and new battles to be conquered and won.
She took a bite of her hot vegetables and let out a small moan of pleasure at the flavor. She quickly continued with her mouth full and she nodded in both an acknowledgement of what she was about to say as well as an appreciation of the food she had.
Some people require redemption, others need guidance, and some just need to be offered opportunity. All of these people are valuable in the fight against the darkness.
Denee placed her hand over her heart for a moment before raising it into the air as she continued her diatribe.
I didn’t choose this. If it were up to me, we would live in a perfect, peaceful federation of planets where everyone's needs are taken care of, and creatures from all parts of the galaxy could use their time for arts or sciences or exploration or wasted on drugs with impunity. But here we are. We can choose to roll over and let evil take control, or we stand up for those who can’t stand up for themselves.
She lifted another slice of vegetable in front of her, looked at it, and then to Nkosana.
In your particular case, I had to strong arm you into joining the fight against the darkness, giving you an opportunity to use your talents for good rather than letting them get wasted on just another job or perhaps prison. My mistake perhaps was not taking the personal aspect of this mission before reaching out. Before today, each of you was just another tool I could use to strike at the First Order. I lacked perspective, and for that, I am sorry.
Setting her plate down on the table next to her, grabs the empty drink glass with ice, and heads over to mix another.
But you don’t get to take away my Hope.
In her own little rant, she had completely forgotten the compliment offered by Vejide. She admitted to herself that she was a little frustrated with how quickly the sacrifices that had been made up till this point were simply brushed aside.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2019 19:12:45 GMT -8
The barbed hooks his fear of the First Order has sunk are set too deeply in the flesh of his psyche for Nkosana to entertain the possibility that his bleak view of the future is not as certain as it seems to him, but he is moved enough by what Denee has said to offer an apology of sorts, "Ah, hey, look now, I ain't the one what is trying to systematically snuff out all the hope left in th. . ."
Not a mind reader, Sango mistakes the unintentionally petulant tone of his friend as indicative of a desire to continue fruitlessly debating the loaded issue that has arisen, and so rests a firm hand on the Nish's shoulder and says, "Just eat, Nko."
Holding his hands up in the air as though surrendering, Nkosana then pointedly lifts his fork and knife and focuses intently on his meal.
Fumnanya, rubbing his temple with a strained smile, tries to reset the mood by lifting the glass of whiskey he has been nursing all evening and toasting the table, "To fighting against the darkness, offering Denee an amused wink as he adds, even if it did require a bit of strong arming."
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Post by Edward James Wright on Feb 14, 2019 1:09:33 GMT -8
Finished making another Big City Sour, Denee raised her glass and took a sip before returning to her seat to continue eating. As she cut a slice off her squash, she laughed.
Well, I am sorry for it. I realized my folly a little too late, so I have arranged for the crew to be rewarded once we make it back to Serenno.
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Post by Dees on Feb 14, 2019 1:09:49 GMT -8
Dee leaned over the railing on the side of the deck when she turned around and lazily threw out her words.
Well, I would hope there would be something in it for us since the bounties were already cleared off.
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Post by Edward James Wright on Feb 14, 2019 1:10:51 GMT -8
Denee laughed as she cut into her food
Dee, what makes you thin...
She stopped and spun around in her seat. She glared from Dee to AVI. It took all of her strength not to let her emotions get the better of her, but she wanted to explode at the two of them. Instead, she coldly continued in a faux calm that was thick with menace; no undertones.
AVI. How much of my mission are you currently aware of!?
It was worded as a question with the inflections of a demand.
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Post by Dees on Feb 14, 2019 1:10:54 GMT -8
AVI turned his head and looked over at the Mirialan
If you would like, I could tell you how many of the men and women of your crew in your awaiting ship utilized the search tags "Mirialan" and or "Jedi" in their pornographic holonet inquiries in the past 48 hours.
Dee stopped mid-bite with her mouth full. Looked up at AVI, and then over to Denee. A few moments later she doubled over and exploded in laughter.
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Post by Edward James Wright on Feb 14, 2019 1:11:38 GMT -8
Denee's yellow complexion turned to bright orange as her mouth fell open. She snapped it closed immediately before turning back around in her seat and staring at her knees. She felt wholly exposed in ways she never considered possible. All of that data. Then the realization that her crew even did such things. It was the unspoken truth that everyone knew was a possibility, but nobody ever admitted to as a certainty. The potential for evidence that she would be idolized in such a way was far less than flattering.
She finished the entirety of her drink, stood up, and turned back around and increased the kindness in her voice farther than she had up to this point.
No, AVI, that will be fine, thank you. If you could do me a favor and never, ever, mention that or any of the other data you have acquired to anyone, ever, that would save me a great deal of embarrassment.
She nodded matter-of-factly and headed back over to make another potion of forgetfulness. She muttered under her breath.
Karma must not have liked my monolog there.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2019 19:46:40 GMT -8
Fumnanya rubs his left temple with a sigh when Dee reveals that the crew of the Geheim Masjien knows not only about the fact that there will in fact be some monetary compensation involved in their participation in Denee's rescue operation, but also that the bounties which were held over their heads in order to secure their participation have already been cleared; Denee knowing that the crew knows those facts changes little, if anything, but he would have preferred that the depth of AVI's penetration of Denee's operational security be played close to the vest rather than revealed at the moment given that knowing it gives Denee an opportunity to protect her information more securely, potentially denying them all the benefit of having AVI's unfettered access to it. As there is little that he can do about Dee's loose lips, Fumnanya settles for giving her a mildly annoyed look as though to silently ask she was thinking.
Nkosana chuckles at Denee's plea that AVI not mention what he had learned or could learn in the future, more amused by the Jedi's embarrassment than what it is that caused it, but otherwise holds to his earlier promise to keep his thoughts to himself. The fact that he and the crew will be compensated for going danger close is, for him, not exactly motivational when, as he sees it, collecting and enjoying the reward requires surviving the mad quest they will be embarking upon; said survival far from a certainty in his mind.
Fumnanya, at a momentary loss as to how the intended goal of the evening's gathering, namely facilitating at least some degree of comfort among his crew and Denee prior to going willingly into a First Order prison can be put back on course after the awkward silence that follows AVI's saucy answer to Denee's question about how much he has learned about her and her mission, looks over at Dikeledi to silently prod her for any suggestions about how to move on from the lingering awkward silence that has settled over the group.
Dikeledi, arching an eyebrow in as much amusement as consternation given that, out of all the members of the crew, she is hardly the one most likely to break the ice, scowls at Fumnanya to express her displeasure at being nominated for the task before asking Denee the first thing that pops into her head, which is unsurprisingly not the usual get to know you banter one might expect, "How much experience in the field do you have? Have you led or been in any undercover ops before this one?"
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Post by Edward James Wright on Mar 7, 2019 2:12:10 GMT -8
The question posed stopped Denee as she was pouring ice into her glass. Frozen, she stared at the cubes, and she bit her tongue for a moment before turning and smiling at the Shownarrian woman.
A few years ago, I was a part of a team that infiltrated a First Order crime syndicate in the outer rim territories. We were tracking a line of drug shipments they were using as a way to bolster their coffers. We were successful in tracking them, but we failed to stop the shipment. Unfortunately, one of our members wasn’t careful in their external comms, and we were lucky to get away with our lives.
She turned to finish making her drink; extra strong with a double shot. Still reeling from the admission by AVI of how unguarded her secrets were, Denee was grateful for any distraction. Anything to keep her from cutting the machine to pieces.
It was a learning experience that we took back with us. Our team developed new tactics and procedures when dealing with First Order insurgents acting outside of their established boundaries. Lately, I have been behind their lines in a stealth ship gathering intel. Less of an active role as I monitored communications and movements.
Finished drink in hand, she flashed another smile and headed back to recline. The alcohol was starting to have an effect as the world spun a little more than she did.
So, I have some limited experience. However, that is why I am hoping to lean on the combined experience of those around me. I have learned that I should rely on others who may have more extensive knowledge in their respective fields rather than just on my own limited judgment.
Taking a sip, she fell back into her seat, using the force to help her float down.
I used to be bullish when things got stressful. I have worked to overcome those shortcomings. Unfortunately, I realize mistakes after they are made rather than beforehand more often than not. I am getting better though.
She set the glass to the side. A part of her wanted to finish it. Another part of her wanted to forget it was there.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2019 21:52:22 GMT -8
Dikeledi offers Denee a half smile when the Mirialan has finished speaking, dryly opining, "Learning from one's mistakes is not always possible, depending on the consequences of the mistakes and one's ability to admit to their personal accountability in making them, but at least it sounds like you've got the right perspective on the matter."
Fumnanya, endeavoring to keep the mood light, cheerfully tells Denee, "Wow, you should be honored. It isn't often she hands out near compliments like that. Blowing Dikeledi a kiss after she gives him the finger, Fumnanya takes a bite of his steak and a drink before asking Denee what he hopes will not be a contentious question, You were saying before that you've been trained like a classic Jedi, but aren't a member of the Jedi Order? What did you mean by that, and what can you tell us about this new kind of Jedi Order being brewed up on Serenno? How's it different from the Jedi Order, and what inspired the need for a new twist on the original flavor in the first place?"
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Post by Edward James Wright on Mar 13, 2019 23:24:59 GMT -8
Denee was starting to swim a little. Too much, too quickly and not enough food in advance to combat the feeling. She smiled back at Dikeledi. She dared not give too many details of the outcome of that mission. Its failure had plagued her up to this very moment. Her failure. She knew it would follow her to her last breath.
Without thinking she took another sip and quickly set the glass back down. It sobered her for only a moment before the sky started to drift lazily in circles above her.
She leaned her head over to look at Fumnanya, then looked back up at the sky as she contemplated an answer.
We are aligned with the same religion, but we don’t worship under the same roof nor are we a part of the same denomination. We just face the same direction when we pray.
She had hoped that there was enough of a religious understanding by those around her to get the metaphor, not that it was entirely all that metaphorical as it was almost literal.
My master grew up in an era where persecution of the Jedi led to its near extinction, for better or worse. Then the son of a great Jedi rose up and helped set in motion the fall of the Empire. Some Jedi factions arose in the chaos and clutter to fill a void, and my Master was one of those gravitational points. Now, several of these factions have banded together on Serenno, my master included, and are trying to coalesce into a powerful faction that uses weapons and brute force alongside knowledge, wisdom, and skill.
Her head was gently rolling around, and she lazily blinked as the words flowed past her lips.
We'll get some shipyards up and running, do some recruitment, and have a small army at our disposal. The rebellion against the First Order may be limited at the moment, but it only takes a small spark to set a forest aflame.
Leaning her head back over to the side, she eyed the man with a sly grin. While most of her reports on him were limited, there was enough information to know who he was now. Pretty much the same for the whole crew. Dee and AVI were still blank spots with no report data. Denee looked around at the crew then posed the question to any who wanted to answer.
But enough about me. Tell me, what is a reward worth fighting for? Money is one thing: freedom is another, but what would be worth it. What would you risk everything for?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2019 20:20:50 GMT -8
Fumnanya absently traces the rim of his glass of whiskey with a finger as he listens to Denee answer his question, gathering that the order she belongs to is essentially a more militant and proactive version of the Jedi Order. From her increasingly languid comportment and way of expressing herself, Fumnanya can tell that whatever it is that Denee has been drinking has begun to exert its influence on her, making her less prim, proper and austere than she had seemed when they first met.
Smirking with something close to the cockiness he had affected during their first encounter, Fumnanya chooses to answer her question glibly rather than sincerely, holding his hands out to his sides as he asks, "Credits aren't as lofty a cause as freedom? Pretending to consider what he has said with mock seriousness, Fumnanya playfully concedes, Well, I guess it all depends on what the credits are for, doesn't it?"
"Deep, Vejide tells Fumnanya with a snicker, joining the conversation in an amused tone and then shaking her head as she says, unintentionally revealing more about herself than Fumnanya had with his question as she quips, Sometimes the risk is the reward, ya know?"
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Post by Dees on Mar 21, 2019 23:22:50 GMT -8
Dee had been enjoying the conversation. Listening to the stories unfold about the Jedi was intriguing, but it seemed like there was so much more to hear. But the question posed by Denee hit hard for Dee, and it was sobering. She looked up at AVI who looked at her knowing what her answer was. It was his answer as well. She played with her drink glass and mumbled.
I would do anything to get home.
She missed the presence of her better half, and she wondered what life was like back home. It had almost been a galactic year since she was inadvertently exiled to this universe. While she was among good company, it wasn’t home. It never would be home.
AVI reached behind her and rested his hand against her back, saying nothing. She looked up and smiled at him and fell a little closer to her companion.
Aside from that, I would probably do whatever it takes to make sure we all keep flying. I would do anything just to keep flying myself.
She was starting to feel that itch, the one that came with spending too much time in natural gravity. It was a call to space, of wanderlust that was unshakable to her. It was ingrained in her DNA if not literally, to keep to the void of space.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2019 11:31:53 GMT -8
Sango lifts his glass when Dee has voiced her personal answer to Denee's question about what they would all die for, smiling as he tells their pilot, "Well said, my dear. To ensuring that we all keep flying."
The rest of the crew lift their glasses as well, each drinking after the toast has been completed. Fumnanya, doing his marked best from letting the somber mood that Dee's talk of her home might otherwise invite in her or the majority of the crew, who have no homes to die to return to for one reason or another, sets his glass down and frowns as though disappointed as he says, "Well, I for one wish I could change my answer to something more profound now."
Vejide shrugs with a grin as she jokes, "I'm still pretty cool with mine."
Nkosana, finished with his meal, leans back in his chair and takes a thin cigarra from a pocket, lights it and takes a few a few puffs to get it going.
Sango wipes his hands and dabs his lips daintily with his napkin before asking Denee, "Would you, or anyone else of course, care for some dessert? I've a lovely Mist-pudding prepared for anyone with room left for it."
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Post by Dees on Mar 27, 2019 23:41:59 GMT -8
Dee looked up and beamed at the mention of dessert. AVI responded
You know, Sango, that the stomachs of most carbon-based sentient lifeforms will react and expand when coming in contact with sugar, ensuring that there is always room for dessert.
She held up a singular finger
One, please.
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Post by Edward James Wright on Mar 27, 2019 23:43:13 GMT -8
Denee looked back at the duo and smiled.
I like the way AVI thinks.
Turning back to Sango, she shook her head.
No, thank you. I have splurged more than enough for today.
In reality, she didn’t want to burden him with the intricacies of her dietary choices. It was far easier to turn down the offer rather than go into a mildly tipsy inquisition of the exact components that made up the dessert.
She was, however, mildly disappointed in the results of her inquiry. This crew seemed to keep their cards close, and their poker faces stoic, and that was just for the individuals who even attempted to answer. Even Dee's answer was less than helpful in determining who that particular enigma was. She would have to work a little more to determine who each person here was.
I can’t say that a mass of wealth wouldn’t be a bad thing. Having enough wealth to forego worry is in of itself a form of freedom. I have been fortunate to never want for anything. I suppose it has allowed me the freedom to pursue other goals in life rather than stability and security in that I can now pursue the opposite.
She picked up her glass and rocked its contents back and forth.
I guess I was just curious as to what, if any, immaterial goals each of you sought. Nothing profound, just trying to catch a glimpse of the inner machinations that made you tick.
She set her glass back down without taking a drink and watched as Sango passed out the confectionaries to the crew
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2019 20:42:38 GMT -8
Pointing at Denee when she says that credits of a sufficient quantity would, in alleviating the care that not having them often entails, equate with a kind of freedom, Fumnanya grins and says with an exaggerated amount of relief meant to imply that he has long suffered from being woefully misunderstood, "See? She gets it. That is exactly what I was saying."
Crinkling her nose, Vejide snorts, "No it wasn't. You said . . . "
"That it depends on what the credits are . . ."
"What they're for, right, right, Vejide finishes his sentence, obviously unconvinced. Which could mean anything at all, and definitely did not imply. . ."
"It very obviously meant freedom," Fumnanya asserts with a wounded expression.
Rolling her eyes, Vejide waves a hand dismissively towards Fumnanya as though batting aside any further argument, "Whatever, dude."
Chuckling, momentarily setting his vow of silence aside, Nkosana tries to make up for his earlier conversational mishap by telling Denee, "If that scintillating exchange didn't, like, convince you that our collective inner machinations ain't that deep, I don't know what will. We aren't that hard to figure out, really. Well, except for maybe Dikeledi."
Holding a hand to her chest as though deeply offended, Vejide tells Nko, "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Speak for yourself, dude, I am so deep."
"Deeply full of . . ."
"Please, Sango says with only partially feigned disappointment as he begins passing around the bowls of Mist-pudding he has served out for those that indicated they would partake in the dessert, do try to maintain at least a little decorum for our guest's sake."
"Sorry, Nkosana tells the Bothan, hands up as though surrendering, and then tells Denee in his imitation of a cultured voice, My sincerest apologies, madame."
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Post by Dees on Apr 5, 2019 1:41:54 GMT -8
AVI looked over at Fumnanya, and then over to the Mirialan. His processes recalled a previous conversation, and he came to a conclusion.
Perhaps the freedom that comes from credits is not for the holder. Bountiful credits could also be used to purchase the freedom of someone or something else. He looked down at Dee and then back to Denee, not wanting to linger too much on that particular line. He pulled the attention back over to himself. Or it could be the freedom to roam the starts on an expedition to finding things that are lost. He too had his own reason to build a deep well of wealth.
Dee gave a little yelp at the taste of the dessert that was handed to her. You know, not everyone has deeper intentions and I guess that is alright. Some people just want to do their thing and move on. Others have grand ambitions, but they never see them through to fruition for one reason or another. Only a few lucky ones make it big, really, and the rest of us can struggle to become a few of the lucky ones, or we can be happy with what we have. She took a bite and smiled. I am happy, but that doesn’t mean I don’t long for more. I will achieve my goals one way or the other because that is what will continue to make me happy. I guess for some it’s the journey, for others it’s the destination, and some others need a mixture of the two. I think it’s a little bit of both, but that’s just me. Leaning into AVI, she took another bite and waved her spoon around at nothing in particular. It takes a bit of every type to make the universe go ‘round, as my Da would say. Movers and shakers, doers and makers, and everyone and everything in between. She started to scrape at the sides of the bowl with her spoon and became overly focused on it in her now sugar-fueled buzz as her train of thought came into the station and let out off of the passengers.
AVI gently patted her on the back. Well, if Niko is apologizing for vulgarities, I supposed I owe our guest one as well. My earlier outburst was uncalled for, I'm sorry.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2019 17:55:53 GMT -8
Fumnanya subtly lifts his glass, still more than half full, and tilts it towards AVI with a wink after the artificial intelligence has suggested a few reasons for acquiring wealth that aren't entirely selfish. Fumnanya has the feeling that AVI has not only used their private conversation from the previous evening, but had also added what could very well be a personal desire of his own in the examples chosen, and offers up a silent prayer to whatever gods or goddesses might listen in on such things that everyone present finds what it is they are looking for one day, as unlikely as it is that they all do so.
Nkosana tilts his head back and blows a pair of smoke rings into the air as Dee is waxing philosophical, smiling to himself as it occurs to him that the conversation around the table has, at certain points, reminded him of some of the conversations that he and Sango have had while indulging their shared spice addiction. After Dee has finished speaking, and AVI apologizes for his earlier outburst, Nkosana asks Denee with a friendly grin and in a tone that makes it clear he is making a joke rather than an accusation, "Well, now that ya know us all a lil' better, what's your verdict? We good enough to fight and maybe die beside, or are you wishing your Master found a better class of smuggler to rope into going along for the ride?"
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