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Apr 22, 2016 19:32:45 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2016 19:32:45 GMT -8
Zee gently reached out, giving the top of her nose a gentle pat, before he backed up a little. Perhaps instead of killing the dragon, he might tame it, or befriend it. After all, it would be pretty bad ass riding into battle atop a fricken dragon. He then stepped out over the lower portion of the zipper, before stepping to the side as he tried to force the opening a little wider. Although it resisted his efforts, it eventually gave way before his forcefulness, parting beneath his touch. Zee then waved to his new companion, ushering her to leave the confines of the bag
"The coast is clear, you can come out now..."
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Apr 22, 2016 19:59:50 GMT -8
Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Apr 22, 2016 19:59:50 GMT -8
NCO considered his potential actions upon finishing the post-flight check list and making arrangements for refueling and simple systems check by the Clan's designated tech service, and signing the bill with Skylar's name of course, let the man deal with running his own ship, in bills if not in person. He largely ignored the talking behind him, until he heard the mando'a. He chuckeled at the outburst then, and rose as he finished his work and stood facing Loki and the jetii woman, with the woman who'd distracted security on Naboo, delivering the rant, standing farthest from him. He refrained from joining the conversation at this point, since he'd effectively been relegated to team task master anyway, he'd just be sure they were ready for whatever they decided to get themselves into.
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Apr 24, 2016 12:32:07 GMT -8
Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Apr 24, 2016 12:32:07 GMT -8
The Clan rep at the docks (an unofficial role, but one that many of the major business had to keep track of employee coming & goings) logged the encounter as any other. The main benefit of the check in being a fairly impressive discount on the fuel & any repair parts. There was, however, more than one Clan member keeping careful watch of the roster at any given time. One of those people took a special interest & downloaded a message into NCO's suit system, to be displayed the next time he activated his HUD, or immediately if it was already active.
Meeting requested. Same place as before. -A
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E`yame Matango
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Apr 24, 2016 17:29:38 GMT -8
Post by E`yame Matango on Apr 24, 2016 17:29:38 GMT -8
Oh thank the powers that be...this place allowed for smoking.
They went in, and got a table. Adi wasted no time when the server came over, and ordered his burger...He just couldn't help himself, the picture looked good enough to eat. It came with fried onion rings, along with a soft drink. He did not want to be getting drunk on some liquor he hadn't had before, so the soda was more than likely the way to go.
A little bit of small talk was made, but it didn't take long for Adi to get to the reason for being here."You know, I didn't leave because I didn't want to be there. I left to keep you guys safe." The Arkanian sighed, and pulled out a smoke. Lighting it, he inhaled, exhaled, and continued. "I had everyone and their mothers...almost quite literally...trying to kill me, or get to me, or harm me in some way, shape or form. I lost count of the threats that plagued us on Honoghr...all because I don't like to back down from bullies.
I couldn't allow them to harm any of you...especially you, Eya."He rested his elbows on the table, and took another drag from his smoke. His eyes showed the honesty in his statements. He wasn't going to lie to his daughter...she deserved every ounce of the truth."I figured that if I wasn't on Honoghr anymore, and the universe thought I was dead, that you guys would be safe. Honestly, I was right...after I left, there was very little in the way of major incidents that would have put you guys in a threatening situation.
Yes...I've been watching.
When you showed up on Naboo, I was ecstatic. I didn't realize that you guys hated me so much. I mean, I guess I had it coming...I -did- just up and vanish. But I did it to keep you guys protected. If someone would have probed any of your minds, your thoughts of me wouldn't be recent. Therefore, you guys would be safe. In my own twisted way, that is how I justify what I did. I'm not saying it's right...or fair to anyone, especially you, E`yame...
...But my reasons were pure."He finished the smoke, and crushed it out in the ashtray. His face showed the regret he felt for leaving his family. He had done what he felt he had to do...but had not considered the fallout.
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Apr 24, 2016 17:52:04 GMT -8
Post by Adi on Apr 24, 2016 17:52:04 GMT -8
"I know you would have...but that would have defeated the purpose, E`ya. Imagine what would have happened to you if you would have been there when I was almost killed by Ashrah? The Mandalorians would have had a field day with the daughter of a Jedi.
No, it wouldn't been pretty, I assure you."When the food came, Adi couldn't help but chuckle as she tore into her food. Well, there was -one- thing they shared. And when, after she was done eating, she pulled out the worst looking joint evar? Well, she was definitely her father's daughter.
...But -that- was Endorian Endo...
Taking the offered doobie, he shook his head as he looked at it. This just wouldn't do."We really have to teach you how to roll, kiddo. Here, let me help ya." With practiced fingers, Adi quickly disassembled the poorly-wrapped herb, and rolled it up into a masterful work of art, complete with rolling the end in the leftover keef. Lighting it, he took a long puff, and passed it back. "There. Try that."Sitting back in his chair, Adi began to speak again."Well, I guess now that you are here, we should probably think about getting you back on track with your training. That trick with the knives was pretty good. Not many can draw blood on me like that. Icey must have worked with you a bit...I know -I- didn't teach you that. Im awful with thrown knives."
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Apr 24, 2016 18:19:05 GMT -8
Post by E`yame Matango on Apr 24, 2016 18:19:05 GMT -8
Eya agreed with her father on that one. It would not have been pretty. As her father dismantled her monster, she stared in horror. It took her 2 hours to get it that perfect. When she seen it after it was all rolled, her eyes bugged out. Taking a drag, she couldn't help but have a coughing fit. This was definitely better. Passing it back to him, she couldn't help but smile. She could immediately feel it. When he talked about her knife throwing, she just simply shrugged. Ice never taught her that. She picked that up from the "streets."
"I thought I missed at first"
She said and couldn't help but smile at the cut on her father's cheek. Taking a drink of soda, she caught the same guy looking at them again. When they made eye contact, he looked away.
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Apr 24, 2016 19:10:52 GMT -8
Post by Adi on Apr 24, 2016 19:10:52 GMT -8
"Well, you didn't exactly hit on target, but yeah, you hit me. Those glass knives are really slick."
Without thinking, he touched the razor thin cut on his face, and grinned proudly. He then reached over as she handed the joint back across the table, and took it from her hand. Taking a couple puffs, he passed it back.
"I have something for you."
Reaching into the compartment on his cargo pants, Adi pulled out the black hilt of a lightsaber.
"I took this with me when I left Honoghr. I knew you would get into my weapon cabinet, and I didn't want you to get this one until you were old enough to handle it." Reaching across the table, he handed the hilt to E`yame. "Don't activate it here...we don't want to cause a scene. I feel it's time you have a proper saber, and this one is top of the line. I built it myself. Only you and I can use it.
Happy 18th birthday, Eya."
The weapon was the saber Adi had built after his knighting, and his absolute favorite. It had the heart of the guardian crystals in it...giving it an orange blade, and a screaming amount of power when coupled with the tech Matango had packed into it.
It was then that Adi noticed the man watching them. Looking over at E`yame, he cocked his head.
"Friend of yours?"
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Apr 24, 2016 19:54:57 GMT -8
Post by E`yame Matango on Apr 24, 2016 19:54:57 GMT -8
Eya smiled and touched the saber knowing she would treasure it more than her other one. Clipping it on her hip, she looked over to the man in question.
"I wish! I was gonna ask you the same thing."
He was easy on the eyes and he definitely caught her eye. She had no time for that now, not if she was going to be training. She watched at the waiter came by to deliver a check and walk away. She really didn't want to go back to the ship yet. She hated space. She knew it was a necessity but she still hated it. After the bill was paid, she stood up and walked over to her father and finally gave him a hug. It was something long overdue. They didn't fix things completely and they probably never would, but it was better than nothing.
"Thank you for the gift."
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Apr 24, 2016 20:47:05 GMT -8
Post by Vash'Ur Nam'Aser on Apr 24, 2016 20:47:05 GMT -8
"The Wayward Son" - Cargo Room
From inside one of the larger cargo crates, the Bothan Replica Droid known to some only as "Mr. White" began activating from its hypersleep.It hadn't been easy, hacking the cargo manifest to insert a seemingly-benign crate of "technological goods" onto the vessel without having some scrutiny placed upon it. There was a complex list of items, most of which were packed away inside the crate. The larger portion that Mr. White was packed away in happened to be marked as "data loader kits", which were supposedly blank. Mr. White was twisted and contorted away in that box, packed in the black, metallic, break-away casing that would give at the first sign of pressure from within the box. However, the droid was simply preparing the uplink between himself and his host for the time being. It would take some time to establish, and to do so without arising suspicion from the crew would also require some finesse with his data sequencing. He did what he could to continue the uplink process, all while initiating a couple of immediate-range scans to make sure no one was around. His readouts were already picking up several heartbeats in the close vacinity, one beating rapidly -- which must have meant that the being which held it was small in nature. He could afford to do more-thorough scans later. For now, his main priority was that of activating, and reassembling his skeletal structure so that he resembled a normal, functioning humanoid again.
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Post by Raven Alora on Apr 24, 2016 21:13:53 GMT -8
The Tailring flicked her tuffed tail and blinked a few times, peering down at her beloved treasure. Then the light of the opening caught her attention and she saw the tiny man no longer stood in her way. Happily, the Dragon bounded forth out of the bag, almost knocking Zee over in the process. After she'd leaped a few inches away from the bag, she turned abruptly realizing she'd left her horde unguarded.
What if the tiny person just wanted her out of the way to get it! Tantalizing her with the promise of freedom while robbing her of her shinies!
With an indignant slap of her tail on the ground, the dragon peered hard at Zee- expecting him to also step away from the bag. At least, then she'd feel a little better about exploring the room, if she could keep her eye on him.
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Apr 24, 2016 21:42:25 GMT -8
Post by Loki on Apr 24, 2016 21:42:25 GMT -8
Alora stiffened slightly as Loki touched her. Snapping her small brown eyes closed, she allowed the vision to pas through with little resistance. The darksider's mind could probably collide quite strongly with someone like her- in her state, considering she just woke up.
But Loki meant no harm, and as Raven observed the pieces of their encounter Loki chose to show her, she marveled at how versatile this seemingly brick wall before her was. But the concept of Anna taking orders from some kind of 'it' distressed her. The young Seer had always been rambunctious and unruly. The thought of someone as powerful as Anna being under the control of something other than fate itself, made the Jedi master frown deeply. She really touched you, hasn't she? Raven said, the look of concern never leaving her face.She's very good at that. She's managed to show herself very briefly to Adieumus, myself...and my ship's tracking systems. she added with a shake of her head. She'd never ever seen the seer so mentally lost before, not even when caught in the throws of Legion's demonic presence, and it tugged at Raven's heart- because she was no stranger to mental dissociation. She never asks for help, so. I think fate had other reasons for bringing us to this planet. It wasn't happenstance that placed Anna here. She glanced down as if to get ready to start moving- but, noticed her oversized hand bag was...missing. Ah well, someone would find it. Someone's life was on the line- someone very dear to the Jedi. And then a very angry, gray skinned woman showed up, shouting in mandalorian. Raven winced- knowing some of the terms, thanks to her Mandalorian friend. She hesitated, but felt like there were very pressing matters, and obviously, if Loki felt it neadful to literally run someone over- he felt the same way.So- would you like to go storm the gates now? Or wait on the others to return. This ship was in the vision, after all. She might be very upset if we don't play by her rules. Loki sat down on the seat nearest the little Jedi, listening to her talk, ignoring Sin’s smack and insults and smiling slightly before a serious expression returned to his face. He kept listening to her speak before finally speaking. He seemed calmer listening to the little one speak, it was unnerving.
“Little Jedi, I think you misunderstand the force, and the future..for you see that is but one possibility shown. For there are thousands upon millions, perhaps billions..it may have already changed, they know of our coming because of the computer link…We will wait for the others, but we must get there as soon as possible, we have lost the element of surprise, and without it, we only have one choice before they secure her removal from this area…We take the front door.’
Loki said simply, his hands on his knees as he looked at the wall across from them. He seemed lost in thought almost concerned. Yet determined. He wondered briefly how they would get her out of the machine…
“Jedi..are you talented with computers..we will need, I have a basic idea of what’s been done to her..However I will need to anchor her from within the force..I will be of no use to those getting her out of the mainframe..and it will not be as easy as unplugging her or the computer..to do that could kill her and trap her within the force forever..”
Loki said quietly to Raven as he looked over at her, waiting for her response as more thudding and noises emanated from another part of the ship.
“What’s that I wonder?”
He said absent mindedly at the noises.
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Apr 25, 2016 0:52:06 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2016 0:52:06 GMT -8
The Tailring flicked her tuffed tail and blinked a few times, peering down at her beloved treasure. Then the light of the opening caught her attention and she saw the tiny man no longer stood in her way. Happily, the Dragon bounded forth out of the bag, almost knocking Zee over in the process. After she'd leaped a few inches away from the bag, she turned abruptly realizing she'd left her horde unguarded.
What if the tiny person just wanted her out of the way to get it! Tantalizing her with the promise of freedom while robbing her of her shinies!
With an indignant slap of her tail on the ground, the dragon peered hard at Zee- expecting him to also step away from the bag. At least, then she'd feel a little better about exploring the room, if she could keep her eye on him. |
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Apr 25, 2016 1:22:47 GMT -8
Post by Vash'Ur Nam'Aser on Apr 25, 2016 1:22:47 GMT -8
Silence, stealth, and ingenuity - all three would be needed if the BRD was to execute its plan with some degree of efficiency. None of the heartbeats seemed to be getting any closer to the crate, so, that would allow White to continue with his mission unabated for the moment.The black box he was contained within would unfold without so much as a sound externally, the crate he was in being large enough to give way and not hit any one side, and with it being sound-proofed due to the "delicate equipment" contained within. The front and side eased off the container, laying down over the top of several circuit board components. This allowed White to push his folded arm out, touching the side of the box. He activated his dark vision, studying the inside of the crate to see how much room he had to work with. It wasn't much, but, he had been in tighter spaces before and come out fine. His internal servo-motors began recorrecting his skeletal system now, and he took a moment to find the electronic switch on the inside of the crate that would allow the small sets of screws holding the top onto it to back out with ease. A few moments later, and the lot of them would be silently retracted, allowing White to ease the crate's top off and give him some true room to maneuver.*
*The lid moved up without a hitch. His other arm began unfolding, propping his droid chassis up on one side. His head and neck were next to crane up and outward as he got his first look around the cargo hold. He had to adjust his sensors to allow for the low lighting. Apparently, he'd had the good fortune of being stacked low in the back of the hold. At the moment, he looked like a pretzeled-up half-Bothan. Now that he knew he had room to maneuver, he swung his posterior around to allow his folded legs a moment to reconstitute themselves. He took care to unfold them, setting them in place for the servomotors to engage and the synthetic muscles to re-cord themselves. His feet then rotated around, engaging and snapping into place. His internal readouts suggested that he was now up to 85% movement capacity. It was then time to realign his spine. Easing up onto the heels of his hands, the BRD slid his lower half over the edge of the crate. His internal readouts indicated that he was nearing the alignment axis. Moments later, he felt the servomotor grasp the base of his spine, followed by it slotting itself into place and locking in.*
*Easing himself down to the floor, the BRD then stood on his own two feet for the first time in a week.He resembled the white-furred variant of the Bothan species, with a short white mane which was very well-groomed (or, it would be, once his follicles were realigned due to the subprogram. Nifty little things, made a bad hair-day nigh-impossible, unless he was going for the look), and as he stood now, he was encased in an entirely-black body-suit which covered every extremity, and had a collar that came up to the base of his skull. His clothes were packed away in the back of the case. He took the time to take those out now, slipping into them to make himself more-comfortable - and more life-like. He then closed his eyes, and reopened them to reveal a constantly-shifting chromatic display. Settling on one, he then closed his eyes again. When they opened up this time, he had black sclera, and a piercing blue iris. He then tested his entire facial structure, going through the full range of emotions. The test readouts suggested that no damage had occurred to his face along the ride, so, that was optimal.*
*As soon as he was sure he had done his full systems checkup, he engaged "Life Mode", which allowed him to register pain and pleasure, and even used synthetic organs to allow for true simulation of sentient life. His Virtual Intelligence program would allow him to engage any other sentients with a staggering amount of success due to his maker's vast amount of usage of this model. Every bit of the data stored in his cognitive processors was a testament to how well he knew his maker's interactions. He was - by all accounts - as much Vash'Ur Nam'Aser as the Bothan, himself was. However, he would soon engage the uplink to his maker's interface. That would allow Vash to assume direct control. The call was already being made. It was just a matter of time before the connection was established, and then, the game could truly begin...
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Apr 25, 2016 7:20:08 GMT -8
Post by Atton Kaelan on Apr 25, 2016 7:20:08 GMT -8
Eya smiled and touched the saber knowing she would treasure it more than her other one. Clipping it on her hip, she looked over to the man in question."I wish! I was gonna ask you the same thing."He was easy on the eyes and he definitely caught her eye. She had no time for that now, not if she was going to be training. She watched at the waiter came by to deliver a check and walk away. She really didn't want to go back to the ship yet. She hated space. She knew it was a necessity but she still hated it. After the bill was paid, she stood up and walked over to her father and finally gave him a hug. It was something long overdue. They didn't fix things completely and they probably never would, but it was better than nothing. "Thank you for the gift."
Looking away from the two, he felt another tremor in the Force. Glancing around the cantina revealed nothing out of the ordinary. Still, he just couldn't shake the feeling that someone in the bar was watching him...
Glancing back, he noticed the young woman looking in his direction. The brief disturbance he had felt wasn't coming from her. She wasn't bad looking though. When their eyes met, he gave her a little smirk then turned back to the bartender to order another drink.* |
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Apr 25, 2016 16:49:54 GMT -8
Post by Sinina Riso on Apr 25, 2016 16:49:54 GMT -8
*Sinina couldn't believe it, not a word, no apology, nothing, barely even an acknowledgement that she was even there. She very much took after her mother, her father's blood didn't help that temper any. She let out another angerier string of curses as she starts down the ramp.*
So much for the stories of a respectable Zabrak Mother spoke of.
*She growls as she disappears out of the ship, she gets out into the hanger and her silver glared around the area, her anger growing as she realized even if she left the ship and took off on her own she would be stranded here. It wasn't like she knew anyone here, or how she would ever get back home if she did. She growls out her frustration as she force pushes a nearby crate into the wall, with a very satisfying amount of noise. She slumped down onto a smaller crate curling her legs under her. She closed her eyes breathing deeply as she sits there, the anger of her boiled over temper radiating out from her small body.*
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Post by Raven Alora on Apr 25, 2016 19:37:33 GMT -8
Raven listened quietly, unflinchingly as the Zabrak called her little Jedi. Indeed, compared to him, everyone was a little Jedi- or little something. And she was very familiar with the term. He spoke of many possible futures, and she considered telling him of how those futures were created by people's choices and shatterpoints- how the seer they were all after noted those shatterpoints in many of her visions and how she possessed the ability to shift those endings around until they remained correct.
Anna had never disclosed an inaccurate vision. Though, from what Alora saw in the vision Loki gave her, Anna's images were induced- perhaps too early for her to validate them. Perhaps that gave reason for the strange message on her ship's nav screen just before entering Naboo's orbit. A look of enlightenment came upon the Jedi Master's face, though, perhaps for different reasons than the Zabrak might have assumed.
Raven Simply nodded in an agreeable manner.
Waiting for the team is probably best. Force knows I've underappreciated the importance of allies.... a lot.
She shrugged, recalling hos many times she ended up in some med bay or another because of rushing into situations ALONE. When Loki asked about computers she frowned in contemplation.
I've never been very good with computers.
She admitted sheepishly. Her slightly frowned expression gently curved up into a rye smile as she turned her expression back up toward the towering Zabrak.
But I'm quite sure there's someone in that facility who knows a lot about computers. She turned her expression straight ahead and shrugged her shoulders in false pride. And one might not think it, but I'm pretty good at negotiating .... aggressively. I mean, you know, on occasion.
She shook her head slightly, the thin smile still resting on her face. She did take the situation very seriously, but the thought of being this close to something she'd been searching for gave her a bright outlook on the future, Even if Anna might disagree. Plus, she was sitting next to a very large darksider and he'd not punched her yet. That was already a great success.
Seeing the bag closing, protecting her shinies, Meeka stretched out her wings, then let them flop back on the ground as she almost melted under the pleasure of being scratched behind the ear, by such small, nimble fingers. No one's fingers were that small and no one could ever reach those pesky itchy spots. She lay down on the ground before Zee and closed her eyes in delight, flicking her tale here and there before he bade her to go explore.
Perking up, the small Tailring flapped her sings and within the blink of an eye, was up on the bed, then near the window, then in the cup MICRO had knocked over. It might be difficult, but if Zee tried, he could keep track of her.
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Apr 25, 2016 22:49:34 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2016 22:49:34 GMT -8
Zee smiled as the dragon melted beneath his touch, certainly not the only one to be made to do so by his fingers. Or at least, the nimble fingers of the original Zion, which he now possessed. Truly, he was the great and mighty Zee the Dragon Tamer! Thanks to his heightened reflexes due to his geneology and his ability with the force, he was more than capable of keeping track of the dragon, as she darted about. He touched once more upon her mind, using the force to glean the name of his new companion, before turning his gaze to where she sat
"An impressive dragon you are, dear Meeka. Perhaps I might prove my worth to you somehow, so that I might join you for a flight?"
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Apr 27, 2016 17:49:53 GMT -8
Post by Adi on Apr 27, 2016 17:49:53 GMT -8
Eya smiled and touched the saber knowing she would treasure it more than her other one. Clipping it on her hip, she looked over to the man in question."I wish! I was gonna ask you the same thing."He was easy on the eyes and he definitely caught her eye. She had no time for that now, not if she was going to be training. She watched at the waiter came by to deliver a check and walk away. She really didn't want to go back to the ship yet. She hated space. She knew it was a necessity but she still hated it. After the bill was paid, she stood up and walked over to her father and finally gave him a hug. It was something long overdue. They didn't fix things completely and they probably never would, but it was better than nothing. "Thank you for the gift."
That would be bad right now...They all needed a break."Good day, sir...I'm afraid you have me at a loss. You seem to be familiar with either myself or my daughter...but we do not know you. Might I have the chance to remedy that?" Raising his finger, he got the bartender's attention."If you have it, I'll take a Corellian Ale...and give my new friend here a round on me." The bartender nodded, and brought the Corellian Ale, and a credit chit, placing it in front of the stranger. Reaching into his pack, Adi pulled out one of his semi-famous hand-rolled cigs. Lighting it, and taking a drag, he offered it to the man. "Trust me...you want to try this. I promise it won't kill you." |
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Apr 27, 2016 18:13:02 GMT -8
Post by Atton Kaelan on Apr 27, 2016 18:13:02 GMT -8
*Atton had been preoccupied with his drink and thus didn't notice the man walking over to him until he spoke up. He assumed that Atton must know him and his daughter from somewhere. Which might have been true, as Atton was almost certain he had seen this man's face before. Or maybe it was a case of mistaken identity. In any case, the man was offering him a drink, so he couldn't be all bad, right? Although he did have his suspicions about the cig that the man was handing him. Well...
Atton cleared his throat.*"You know the smart thing to do would be to not take that thing..."*There was a pause as Atton took a long pull from his drink.*"Eh...but I never learned anything by being smart."*He carefully took the cig from the man and took a drag at it.*"I'm Atton, by the way. Atton Kaelan."
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Apr 27, 2016 18:41:42 GMT -8
Post by E`yame Matango on Apr 27, 2016 18:41:42 GMT -8
Eya walked up and sat on the other side of the random stranger, trying to get a vibe. She figured she could work her magic on him and see if he was a friend or foe. Leaning forward, so she showed clevage, she offered her hand.
"Name is E`yame, but you can call me Eya"
she said and smiled at him, flirting a little bit. She knew her father wouldn't like it very much, but it would help move this along and figure out if he was here for her father. She caught the bartenders eye and ordered another soft drink
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