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Post by Aemel Macala on Feb 16, 2012 18:37:44 GMT -5
Aemel was sitting down at the bar in a katina. She didn't know why she was there or what bounty she was going to do next all she knew is that she needed money soon. Her helmet was sitting down beside her on the bar and she had a drink in her hand. Her short blonde hair was a little messy from being under her helmet for a long period of time. Her blue eyes was scanning the room keeping a watch out for anyone that would want to cause her any harm
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2012 18:47:24 GMT -5
Jaggary had somehow managed to cram his overly large spider body into a shadowy corner of the bar. His red eyes glowed from under his hat, pulled down low to add to the whole 'mysterious man in the corner' feel. He snickered to himself.
The bar was as bars normally are, where the drunkards lay on the floor and the hunters stand and watch from the shadows. That's exactly what Jaggary was doing. He hadn't eaten in a few days, and there was only so much time he could put between meals. His stomach rumbled slightly at the thought of food, fangs twitching in anticipation.
Gazing across the bar, Jaggary came to rest his eyes upon a mandalorian seated not to far away from where he was. He leaned back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest, a pensive look across his face. To meet the lady, or to not, that was the question. He stroked his spider fur chin in debate.
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Post by Aemel Macala on Feb 16, 2012 18:52:14 GMT -5
She could feel that she was being watched, but that wasn't new to her. She knew it was rare to see mandalorians like her out in about in the traditional mandalorian armor. Many had confused her as part of death watch. She had nothing to do with them, she could care less about death watch. She was only wearing the armor and being a bounty hunter because her father wanted her to.
She pulled her helmet closer to her and kept her other hand close to her blaster just in case. Whoever it is that is staring at her was starting to piss her off.
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Post by Jett Macala on Feb 16, 2012 22:51:22 GMT -5
Jett made his way into the cantina, After turning in a bounty, he thought he could get something to drink. As he walked inside, he looked around and took a seat in a booth that was somewhat in the shadows, He liked to be alone, studying everybody around, Jett was always ready for anything, but then, he seen somebody at the bar, somebody wearing Mando armor, and they looked female, he was alittle surprised. He never seen another mando before, so he just sat back, looking, watching closely to see what she did. He kept his helmet on, and a blaster in his hands under the table.
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Post by Aemel Macala on Feb 16, 2012 22:54:00 GMT -5
Aemel continued to get the feeling of being watched but now it felt stronger. Was more people watching her? She grabbed her helmet and put it back on but stayed where she was. She was ready to fight off anyone at any given momement
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2012 23:52:22 GMT -5
Jaggary sniffed in disapproval. He could feel tension in the air beginning to rise, and it wasn't drunken civilians. He could tell more bounty hunters had taken temporary residence inside the pub and if someone didn't do anything soon, it would result in blaster fire. It was smart to stick to the observing side, but sometimes it was worthwhile to make one's self noticable.
Clearing his throat, Jaggary pushed off the table and slid his chair back noisily behind him. The legs scraped against the chair as he advanced to the bartender. It's not as if it was quiet, afterall, things are always noisy in a bar, but regardless the few people that noticed his six foot talk heap of spider body seemed to shut up or avoid coming to close.
Jaggary slid up to the bar rather gracefully, the legs on his back brushing people aside that staggered too near. Drumming his claw like fingers on the counter, he sneaked a glance at the mandalorian a few metres away.
The bartender brought him something, and honestly Jaggary didn't care what it was, he hardly acknowledged the arrival, and took it for granted when it did. A spider leg swiveled over his left shoulder to grip at the edge of the bar while the others found somekind of comfortable position. He twisted to lean against the counter and adress the helmted figure.
"So, you're Mandolorian?"
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Post by Aemel Macala on Feb 16, 2012 23:57:18 GMT -5
Aemel continued to look forward she was ignoring the spider creature beside her. Her hand stayed beside her blaster.
After a few minutes of thinking it over she finally decided to answer
"yeah. Something wrong with me being being a mandalorian?"
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Post by Jett Macala on Feb 17, 2012 0:02:12 GMT -5
Jett watched the Spider creature, he twitched as the thing looked freakin ugly, like something beat it with a ugly stick. after sitting there listioning and watching. He heard that the female said that she was indeed a mandalorian. In his eyes, he had to protect his kind, He did not bother if he was not getting paid, he thought it was the right thing to do, so slowly he moved his blaster from under the table and aimed it at the spider, just in case something was to happen, he would be able to act fast.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2012 0:11:41 GMT -5
Jaggary smiled charmingly before rolling over so his back was pressed against the bar; the legs on his back scurried to find space to avoid being squashed. Eventhough his attention was focused on the femal at the bar next to him, having four eyes that magnified gave him an incredible amount of use from his peripheral vision. He could still survey the room and chat at the same time.
"Absolutely not! I was just merely remarking upon the obvious fact that you are Mandolorian, and I will add to said statement by saying that I haven't seen Mando armor in what feels like centuries..."
He faded off dramaticly, speaking with his hands the whole time. He grinned, and despite the spiney fur and four oval eyes, Jaggary could be quite charming and he new it. His mentor had been Mandolorian, and the stories he had told about his people were quite entertaining... rule number one was to not aggrivate them.
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Post by Aemel Macala on Feb 17, 2012 0:18:37 GMT -5
Aemel tilted her head a bit to where she could see him better.
"We are a rare sight huh? Especially since mandalore is all about peace now."
She laughed at the thought of peace. She knew there will never be peace and she accepted that long ago.
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Post by Jett Macala on Feb 17, 2012 0:23:36 GMT -5
Jett smiled under his helmet, hearing what Aemel had to say through his helmet's tech. I thought to himself, if he should ever go over and just have a little chat with her. But for know, he thought, he needs to just stay and Liston, see what he true attention was.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2012 0:31:11 GMT -5
Jaggary couldn't help but laugh as well. That was very ironic indeed. Normally, Mandalore was a place all about honor of their own. Very unique, or so he was told. Peace wasn't something that came to easily, and if it did, there were still fighting going on somewhere. At peace? Hardly.
"I am very aware that curiousity killed the cat, but may I inquire as to why a beautiful Mandolorian such as yourself is all the way out here?"
He tilted his head back onto his shoulders a little, looking as innocent as a giant spider could. He knew he was slightly pushing buttons, but he was curious indeed. Of course he had suspicions, but it was always a nice conversation starter... unless it is one of the rare occasions that it isn't.
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Post by Aemel Macala on Feb 17, 2012 0:34:39 GMT -5
Aemel rolled her eyes at him calling her beautiful. She wanted to be left alone but clearly that wasn't going to happen anytime soon
"I am here looking for a job. Also out looking for my mother."
She looked forward again not wanting look at the spider. She never really did like spiders.
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Post by Jett Macala on Feb 17, 2012 0:42:05 GMT -5
Jett smiled at the fast what this spider was doing, he hoped that he could get to see some fighting, that he was not involved with.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2012 0:56:41 GMT -5
Jaggary frowned. It was obvious he was getting no fish from the bait he was using. He turned back toward her and continued to lean against the bar. The untouched glass of 'what ever it is' still sat in his hand on the counter. He sighed heavily.
"I see... best of luck to you then. However! If you're looking for someone, and that someone means trouble OR if you know of someone that wishes you harm then I suggest you re-think your strategy slightly."
Shifting his balence, he waiting a moment to confirm in his mind that he had her attention. Even if she didn't, what ever, he'd feel cool. He let go of the glass and rather purposfully tipped it over. The liquid splashed out of the glass and slid along the counter toward the bounty hunter. After a few seconds it began to hiss angrily, smoking like cool mist and leaving some kind of holes on the counter top.
Jaggary leaned forward, his voice low and menacing; a surprising constrast from earlier.
"I suggest that you start to act just a little more carefully. I understand that Mandolorians can defend themselves easily. Trust me, I know. My mentor was one. But generally people in 'shiny armour' around hear means that they have money, authority and or power. I intercepted this glass, not by chance. I noticed the 'tender on the way and thought I'd step in and introduce myself. This glass was not meant for me, why? Because I don't leave enemies that live."
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