Louie Ghernis
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Post by Louie Ghernis on Dec 19, 2013 18:32:46 GMT -8
"Comin' right up." Louie answered the stranger, reaching out under the bar to get a glass, before making his way back towards the taps. Lou managed a look back at the man, as he poured the amber liquid into frosty mug. He'd never seen this man before, and he knew just about everyone who came into his establishment. It wasn't often he saw a new face. Louie's wasn't on the main strip, nor was the Tavern as popular as Chalmun's, but Louie didn't care; It kept the tourists out, and the riffraff in.
The barkeep gave the thought a toothy grin. His own little slice of "scum and villainy" he thought, knowing he'd heard hat phrase somewhere before. With the glass full Louie started back towards the off-worlder, plunking the glass in front of him. "There ya go..." Louie said before crossing his arms. "Enythin' els?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2013 7:40:09 GMT -8
Fenrir gave a nod to the barkeep as the man returned with the glass of ale, before lifting the mug up and taking a sip. Fenrir then rested the mug back on the counter top as he gave a quick glance over his shoulder, taking in what little he could of those few patrons, before turning back to Louie as the man enquired if there was anything else
=Fenrir Asikari=
Actually... there just might be... You seem like a man who knows his regulars...
Fenrir then produced a small photo of Adrien Draykon that looked like it had been folded and refolded numerous times, and a credit chip with a sizeable sum that would hopefully help loosen the barkeeps tongue a little. He placed them on the bench and slid them towards Louie
=Fenrir Asikari=
I'm looking for an old friend of mine... You wouldn't happen to have seen him around?
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Louie Ghernis
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Post by Louie Ghernis on Dec 23, 2013 14:51:07 GMT -8
"Oh?" Louie questioned, his eyebrow raising as the newcomer slid a worn out photo over to him. Lou, having been in the business of "knowing things" always acted surprised at an offering such as this one. He liked playing the hapless rube, the jabber-jaw Barkeep who knew too much and said too much more. He took up the photo, making sure to slip the creds into his apron before anything else.
Louie unfolded the cracking paper to look on a face he knew all too well. The face of the man he'd known as "Jim" for the good part of two seasons now. In a straight face Lou looked over the pict, before handing it back to the off-worlder with a shrug. "A ol' friend ye say, huh?" The barkeep answered, rubbing the perpetual 8 o'clock stubble on his pocked face. "That's funny, cause usu'ly good frends keep en touch..." Louie grinned, letting the off-worlder know spinning stories was his business, and a thriving one at that. "I aven't seen yer friend 'round 'ere... Though, I may uv seen'a guy that look'd od'ly like 'im." Louie leaned against the bar top again. "But, then'na gain... I ain' too sure."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2013 23:21:27 GMT -8
Fenrir took a swing of his ale whilst the barkeep seemed to debate over whether he had seen the man in the picture or not. It seemed they were gunna play this game, in which the barkeep pretended to play coy and Fenrir was going to have to either buy or strong arm the information. He set the mug down gently on the counter
=Fenrir Asikari=
Never said we were good friends... Just that we were old friends...
He then leaned in closer to Louie, placing his arm on the counter to support him as he did so, with his hand in a fist
=Fenrir Asikari=
Might your memory be persuaded to be a little more helpful... Even if it turns out to just be a look-a-like, I need to at least try... You would be compensated for any help you can give me...
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Post by Louie Ghernis on Jan 3, 2014 14:31:37 GMT -8
Louie gave the man's words of "old friends, not good ones" a shrug. Lou knew his kind, most likely a bounty hunter out for a quick and easy job. The barkeep wasn't one to not help, not when considerable credits were to be had, but turning "Jim" over, it sat oddly wrong with Louie. Was he getting soft? Louie gave the thought of softening a grunt, as he patted the considerable paunch he wore around his mid-section. There were two ways this was going to play out. One; he'd give some more info. Two; he'd play dumb... either way, it seemed that this off-worlder meant business, and business on Tatooine wasn't regulated. A man of this hunter's caliber was probably not going to leave here nicely.
"Like I says, I think'a saw him en 'ere a week er so ago..." Louie began, taking the man's mug up and trotting back to the taps, before returning to him with a full pint. "Help'd with'a butch o thugs tryin' ta rough up'a little Jedi lady en 'ere... Left shor'ly after. Don' 'now where, jus 'now they left in'na hurry."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2014 3:24:24 GMT -8
Fenrir accepted the newly filled pint, taking a swig of it before resting it back on the bar as the barkeep explained that the man, from what he could gather was the older of the Draykon Brothers, had been in here defending the honour of some Female Jedi. It was enough to evoke a smirk from the Warg's lips, considering some of what he knew of the man. He then placed the glass on the counter top, still half full, or perhaps it was half empty, either way he placed it on the counter just off to the side as he eyed the barkeep.
Despite the liqour he had consumed, his senses were still well on high alert, and Fenrir intended to use everyone of them to work out whether he was being played. Perhaps the barkeep was acting as a diversion, allowing his true quarry a chance to escape
=Fenrir Asikari=
I find it hard to believe my friend would do such a thing... But he has been known to change... And in a world of change, someone must remain consistant... reliable... untampered...
Fenrir clenched his left fist a little tighter, before three metallic claws pierced the skin between his knuckles, extending about half their length out of the tip of Fenrir's fist, what little light managing to pierce the thick atmosphere of the bar, reflected of the shiny surface of the blades. It wasn't an overly pleasant experience, or at least he remembered it never used to be, but he had gotten used to the feeling over time
=Fenrir Asikari=
So... you sure that's all you know bub?
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Louie Ghernis
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Post by Louie Ghernis on Jan 7, 2014 20:16:33 GMT -8
"Huh, ha... Ha ha ha!" Louie began to chuckle which shortly turned into a full out phlegm-wracked cough at the off-worlder's display of force. "Nice 'ardwair chief..." Louie managed, as he composed himself, wiping his blotchy red face with a bar rag. "But this ain' my furst rodao."
Louie's "jolly" demeanor vanished as soon as he locked eyes with the man brandishing his metallic claws across from him. "Now, ya got yer story en yer drink. en if ya 'now what's good fur ya, I thinks you'd best be off. Savvy?" Louie finished, as he leaned back up against the bar, it's grimy surface the only thing between him and the man's cleaver-like apendages.
Or was it?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2014 22:20:38 GMT -8
Fenrir retained his smile, as he kept his gaze locked with that of the barkeeps, as the man told him to move along. The only flaw to this, was that Fenrir never did know what was good for him and what wasn't. But then, there was a reason why he never knew, or perhaps never cared
=Fenrir Asikari=
I'm afraid I can't do that bub. Not until I know where he went... or at least the name he used around here... Or do you want to see if I can stab you before you kill me...
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Louie Ghernis
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Post by Louie Ghernis on Jan 14, 2014 18:36:05 GMT -8
"Well.." Louie shrugged, shaking his head side to side. "Don' ya get it? I don' 'now nothin' more than I said already..." Louie looked straight into the bounty hunter's eyes once more. "So, I'mma give ya tha option ta leave my bar again, stranger. Cause yer fancy knives mean shtako ta me...Bub."
Sure only a meter or so of bar was all that lay between the two men, and the assumed fact that Louie was unarmed added to the tension. Despite these superficial observations the old barkeep remained planted in his lazy lean on the marked up counter. His hooded eyes never flinching from the off-worlder's discerning glare. Louie had been in the crime business since he could remember. In his younger days he ran spice from Eisley to Espa for the Hutts, before branching out into more lucrative trades... Those days had taught him much on the physiology of running a business - legit or otherwise. The first, and most important rule being; never judge a book by it's cover.
Well... As taverns and tavern owners go. There was nothing on Louie's cover that could suggest to this off-worlder his folly if he chose to press further, and that was exactly how it was supposed to be.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2014 0:32:17 GMT -8
Fenrir held the bartender's gaze, wondering if he really had met the galaxy's most least informed bartender, or if the man was doing his best to hide the truth. He could just stab the man and drag his carcass across the bartop, it might help loosen his tongue, and it was a very tempting option. Instead he retracted his claws and stood up, pulling a card with his comm link details out. He kept smiling as he tossed the card on the top of the bar closest to Louie
=Fenrir Asikari=
Make no mistake, if the man you saw really is the man I am looking for, then that Jedi girl won't be alive for too long... If you decide to remember anything useful, give me a call...
He then sniggered to himself at the thought of what Adrien would do to the Jedi, especially considering the man's background. Fenrir then casually made his way from his seat to the door leading out of the bar, pausing a moment to look back at Louie, before pushing the door open and heading back out onto the streets of Mos Eisley
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Louie Ghernis
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Post by Louie Ghernis on Mar 1, 2014 9:44:21 GMT -8
Months later...
Business had been slow, and news on the street was that the Republic had been in talks with the Sith, and that they'd gone south. And that now there was going to be some kind of lines drawn up and maybe another War on the horizon. Louie could care less, yet he'd been slowly seeing a trend since this supposed meeting on Coruscant. His clientele had started to dwindle. The smugglers, mercenaries, and all around scum of the galaxy had either been captured, killed or just disappeared. Add to that the fact that the black market was also giving him credits at an all time low made the old barkeeper slightly nervous.
"Leave it ta tha R'public an tha Sith ta mes'up my life." Louie said begrudgingly as he wiped down the bar of an almost empty tavern. "Got their heds so far up their col'ective arses..." Louie trailed off as he huffed and cursed under his breath, cleaning and cleaning again in order not to continuum his grumpy ranting. |
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Mar 1, 2014 12:28:52 GMT -8
*Crystaall entered the bar with her rodian friend following close behind her. The maroon armor reflected every light within the tavern, whether it was dim or bright. Her brown hair was in a ponytail and a black handkerchief was covering her mouth. Covering her armor was a black robe that went down to her feet and she had many weapons layered across her utility belt. Her rodian friend, Gregkast, only wore a black t-shirt with a leather pants and jacket combo. He was only armed with a single pistol. They walked to the nearest booth and sat down opposite of each other and both remained silent. Gregkast began to start the conversation for his young friend.*
Kast: "So you have no idea?"
Crys: "None."
Kast: "How the kriff are you not worried about this?"
Crys: "Because I'm a 23-year-old woman who has been in combat for most of her life. I can handle most of what is thrown at me."
Kast: "What if they recruit you for some evil deed, like to help the Empire?"
Crys: "What happened to you not asking me so many damn questions?"
Kast: "I got old and I get worried about small things."
Crys: "I'm just as old as you."
Kast: "More like 'older' than me."
Crys: "Just shut up and wait. We'll see what happens."
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Louie Ghernis
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Post by Louie Ghernis on Mar 2, 2014 8:29:15 GMT -8
Louie heard the tavern's door open and watched as two figures stepping in from the sun. Both seemed normal - per tavern standards - as they took a seat in a booth towards the back. The barkeep let out a grunt. Whether it was a satisfied one, or one of annoyance wasn't clear as Louie made his way back behind the bar to get a pad to take possible orders from the new arrivals.
It only took a minute or so to start towards the booth, but as Louie neared he couldn't help but overhear the two outlanders talking about the "Empire". So, the rumors were true? Louie thought to himself before stopping next to the booth.
"So, wha' can I do ya fer, strangers?"
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Mar 3, 2014 4:59:12 GMT -8
*Crystaall only sighed as she ripped the handkerchief from her mouth and placed it on the table and resting her armored arms on top. Gregkast slumped back and raised an eyebrow at her.*
Kast: "Getting comfortable in a familiar area?"
Crys: "Nope, just still questioning how in hell's name you found me after my brother kidnapped me."
Kast: "Long story."
Crys: "Tell that to Eriis"
Gregkast only shook his head an smiled a bit. Crystaall only rested herself as she sensed Louie begin to walk over. She wasn't anticipating the bartender to pay attention to every straggler that walked in, but it seemed like business was slow these days. Gregkast smiled at the man and placed his elbow on the table, pointing one of his fingers at Louie*
Kast: "I'll take a glass of Jawa Juice."
Crys: "I need a bottle of Correllian Ale, and I'm willing to pay more if I have to."
Kast: "You're getting drunk before hand?!"
Crys: "Apparently you still don't know that I've never gotten drunk in my life."
Kast: "But you drink like a man who just got his heart ripped out!"
Crys: "I picked up on the trick as a kid, didn't know it was the Force helping me out back then."
Kast: "That explains a lot about your piloting skills with the Alliance."
Crys: "Oh shut up about my flying, you couldn't get the Hawke to Naboo if I didn't have those coordinates."
Kast: "Well your shooting needs improvement."
Crys: "Is this attack Crystaall Day?!"
Kast: "It might be."
Crys: "You slick bastard."
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Post by Louie Ghernis on Mar 3, 2014 15:33:26 GMT -8
Louie just gave the two a nod as they gave him their drink orders, before continuing on with their conversation. Louie gave their apparent lack of tact a huff before barging in again vocally.
"Jus' tha drinks, or would ya like sumthin' ta eat too?" He grumbled before continuing despite not giving the pair time to answer. "I gots sum Bantha stew en burgers. Also Whomp pie en Nerf fritters."
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Mar 12, 2014 14:37:19 GMT -8
*Crystaall only waved her hand as she looke at Louie.*
Crys- "We'll be fine. We're just here to pass time."
*Gregkast only sighed at Crystaall for her response to the man. She looked at her rodian friend with an eyebrow twitch and he shook his head.*
Kast- "You do know you're really rude sometimes."
Crys- "Well I apologize for my rudeness, but I'm a little pent up with a lot of thoughts."
Kast- "Like?"
Crys- "Like ones I'd rather not discuss at the moment."
Kast- "I forget how serious you can get."
Crys- "It comes with age and experience.. plus a little bit of chaos never hurt someones life."
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Post by Louie Ghernis on Mar 13, 2014 14:10:41 GMT -8
Louie grit his teeth, and was about to impolitely tell the outlanders to get the fug out of his tavern, but he refrained. He needed the business, and despite these obviously unknowing "customers" indiscretion on the ins and outs of properly staying alive on a planet like Tatooine, he let it slide.
Being rude was never a good icebreaker, but they'd find that out sooner or later. If they stayed on this dustball for any length of time.
"Comin' right up..." Louie said unenthusiastically to the pair before heading back to the bar, filling two glasses, walking back over, plunking the drinks on the table with a thud, and turning around without a care back towards the bar.
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Post by The Holy Man on Mar 18, 2014 11:12:33 GMT -8
Well, I guess this is a nice place, if a layer of dust in your drink is your kind of thing.
I walked in with the sun at my back, casting a tall shadow across the floor. I didn't bother to look around, I just stepped straight up to the bar and gave my order.
Pot of kopi tea. I'll be over there.
Was it weird to go to a bar and order tea? Who cared. I wasn't much on alcohol anymore, and I enjoyed seeing how the kopi tea tasted at various places. Nine times out of ten, it made me feel better about my own kopi brew, because it always tasted better when I make it myself.
But where was I? That's right. I'll be over there. I walked across the bar, my black duster trailing behind me. Now that I had my ship back, and I wasn't just traveling the galaxy in anonymity, I figured I could ditch the old robes for something more practical. And something that smelled better. Now, I had grey, nondescript clothes and a black duster trimmed in violet. My hair was fully grown in again, and slicked back away from my face, revealing my full beard and an eyepatch over my left eye, the scar that I've had for years slightly peaking out underneath it. The eyepatch wasn't to cover the scar... It was for the fact that chicks dig badasses, and badasses wear eyepatches.
Or pirates, but I'm definitely not one of those losers.
I sat at the corner table with my back to the wall, and waited until a server brought me a teapot and a cup. I poured the tea and drank slowly, savoring not just the mediocre taste, but the silence as well. Events were gathering. It was calm now, but that would change soon.
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Mar 23, 2014 14:19:22 GMT -8
*Gregkast could only slump back and laugh at Crystaall as the bartender left them be with mumbling words.*
Kast- "I bet we both have seen the face of chaos a bit too much, don't you think?"
Crys- "If we weren't suppossed to see chaos as often as we have, I might have already feared for my sanity."
Kast- "I thought you already went through that with Angel."
Crys-- "Don't remind me."
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Post by Tiro Saul on Mar 24, 2014 10:49:21 GMT -8
I had already had a few drinks before I had decided to enter this tavern. But after what happened in the last I needed to find a new place. Revisiting old memories was not one of my favorite past times. Making my through the tables I took a seat at the bar, pushing the red sash at my side out from under me as I went to sit down. Funny thing, after years of traveling and being in so many places I still prefer my normal attire. Black pants, leather chest piece, and to top it off the red cloth tied around my waist. The only things that had changed over the years with my body was the two tattoos on his hands. A sign of an old cause, one red cross on each hand.
Placing my right arm on the bar I knocked on the bar to gain the bartenders attention, while my left hand snaked into my pocket and pulled out a silver container. Placing it on the table I opened the clasp that locked it closed, I pulled from the case a single cigar and placed it in my mouth and bit down on its end. The bartender coming over just before i could light my smoke, to take my order. I decided on something different for now, so smiling I ordered a Corellian ale. When he left to get my drink, I pulled some matches from my pocket and use them to lite the cigar. Taking a long drag of it, I removed the cigar from my mouth allowing the smoke to linger in my throat for a moment, before blowing out puffs of smoke in the shape of a circle.
I was still trying to wrap my head around this new knowledge that explained what happened so long ago. And though I had come to peace over it, this new information shook that peace almost to a breaking point. But with the help of the Jedi I was able to keep myself from attack the man. I chuckled as my drink was placed in front of me, Every time I felt I was gaining control over myself it seemed to slip further through my fingers. Part of me wondering If this instability, was do to how my life came into being, and what I went through for so many years. Maybe it was why I constantly sought out conflicts. Who knew? I sure couldn't figure it out. I picked up my drink and took a sips from it, before placing the cigar back in my mouth.
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