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Post by Kriegar Skirata on Jun 8, 2013 21:46:13 GMT -5
Inside the Cantina was warm with sweat and drunken bodies. The cantina was moderately full, with a multiple limbed bartender flailing its arms about to meet the demand. Holoscreens showed the daily sporting events on one side a sitting area on the other, while a dance floor stretched like an island in the middle. Small groups had gathered at the bar and in the sporting area, a few at the tables; all were enjoying their drinks and the company.
It was this kind of place that was home to spilled secrets; a place that one could sit and absorb gossip and tips on the whereabouts of various villains, bounties, and other juicy scraps of knowledge that was spreading throughout the galaxy.
Naturally, Kriegar had decided to grace the bar with his presence. Despite the bounty placed on the Mando's head, Kriegar loved a drink at the bar. Afterall, he was confident in his abilities and he hadn't been attacked yet... besides it wa sonly issued in some systems, not all. He was visibly seated in a table on the opposite side of the door, a drink in one and and lovely women seated on each side of him. The red helmet was on the table facing him, the visor reflecting the dancing lights.
"What's this one?"
Kreigar followed the woman's finger to his left breast plate, where the tattoo of the panther crawled up toward his shoulder. He grinned. "That was a chase through the jungle, like the hunter stalking his prey." He jolted toward her, clacking his teeth together with a growl.
"And this one?"
Kriegar turned to smile at the other, flexing the fingers of his left hand at eye level. The snake was coiled around his forearm, displaying long fangs by his wrist. "This one was with my hands around his throat." He chuckled, taking a gulp of the Ne'tra gal, or black ale, in his hand. He studied and swirled its contents for a moment before raising the glass back to his lips.
"What about that one?"
Kriegar hesitated, watching her trace the outline of the dragon on his helmet. That one was a very long story, and it wasn't too particularly pretty. He hadn't been proud of that job, and in fact it was because of that particular bounty he had started painting the tattoos. It was a family, who's father protected them all with the ferocity of a Mando'ade.
"That one gave me this." He traced the scar over his eye, the cybernetic pupil dimming to a deep red. He chuckled darkly, flashed a smile and sat back in his chair. He quickly gazed over the room, the display in his eye informing him someone was about to enter the bar. He watched the door for a moment, before looking back at the women with a charming smile.
"That one's a long story dear, and surely I'd bore you with all my battle stories..."
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Post by Kriegar Skirata on Jun 9, 2013 22:21:53 GMT -5
Kriegar couldn't help but chuckle at her disappointment. He fiddled with the rim of his mug that rested on his thigh, before deciding it was best to finish it off. With a satisfied sigh, he sat forward and set the glass down on the table. That was one thing Kriegar loved about his job; not only did he make and sell weapons, but in addition to his hunting income there was lots of credits to be spent on whatever he pleased.
"Ladies, why don't you take this," He grinned, scooping back up the mug. Leaning toward the one on his left, his face hovered only a little ways from hers as he continued. "ask the bartender for another, and get yourselves something as well. On me."
He watched the two stand with a giggle, taking his glass with them as they strutted up to the bar. His recent bounty was that of a young jetii, in which the empire paid him handsomely for. He looked at his hands, wondering what tattoo he would paint for the young soul, and where. Hunting wasn't easy work, Kriegar would admit to that, but after doing it for the number of years he had... it almost became second nature. He knew how people thought, how they could or would act.
Flexing his fingers into fists, he leaned forward onto the table. He would indulge himself tonight, after all, technically the empire was paying for his tab. The thought made him snicker.
((OOC: Jetii - Jedi ))
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Post by Arina Fawzi on Jun 14, 2013 20:50:41 GMT -5
It was no easy task working undercover for a giant crime lord, there was no doubt about that... especially when that crime lord was Jabba the Hutt. Her task, this time, was relatively simple; just confirming rumours and gathering scraps of information on various subjects. This kind of work was best done by overhearing drunken idiots, and luckily enough she had seemed to find a bar in the system of interest. Wonderful. This was where putting her talents as a stunning and unique creature came into play.
The door was constantly open to draw customers in like a trap attracts prey, and upon entering Arina could almost feel drunker off the air. The bar was beginning to fill up, slow and relatively steady, but the Trian was able to arrive before the 'big rush'. She looked around, her weight on one hip as she took in the room.
She was dressed in the 'usual', a form fitting tank top and pants with lots of pockets. Her pistol was strapped to her side, partially hidden under the thick belt around her waist. Her cap sat on top of her head, with her ears sticking out through neat slits; pilot's goggles sitting on her forehead. Whiskers twitching, she managed to make eye contact with a Mandalorian seated at the table.
Almost immediately she was interested; the Mando'ade always knew the kind of information she needed, but getting through to them was always... difficult... like trying t run through a brick wall kind of difficult.
Slowly tearing her eyes away, she strutted up to the bar and leaned on the counter. Her ears flickered side to side in the noise, trying to grasp a hold on any sort of news leaks she would need.
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Post by Kriegar Skirata on Jun 14, 2013 21:01:22 GMT -5
Kriegar noted dully that the two women never made it to the bar. They had been whisked away and were taking part in another conversation. Typical. They had even taken his cup too. Now grumpy, the mando began to browse the bar for any other sort of life, or companionship. His gaze took him back to the door, when his assumption of someone entering soon was correct. In came a Trian, which was a surprise to see so far off their home system, but what was even more shocking was how .... wonderful... this creature looked.
He couldn't help but stare, and when her eyes met his with that flirty smirk all over them his heart was more or less set. He just had to speak with her. He watched her approach the bar and lean on the counter. She made no motion to get a drink, but he did see the flick of her ears as she studied her surroundings. His cybernetic eye picked up the edge of the concealed weapon, and he couldn't hep but smirk. This was his kind of woman.
Giving into his weakness, he replaced the helmet on top of his head, and stood. Sliding his chair back into place, he approached the figure. There was no doubt she'd her him coming, so he tapped the bar on her left side, and slid around to her right and leaned on the bar.
"I couldn't help but notice that you, my dear, are without a drink."
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Post by Arina Fawzi on Jun 29, 2013 20:25:17 GMT -5
Arina's ears split; one going to her left while the other swivelled backwards as she felt the tap. The trianii was actually surprised, and couldn't believe her luck. She didn't know very many mandalorians, but the stereotype didn't quite seem to match this fellow. Perhaps he was drunk already? Double her luck!
When the Mandalorian leaned against the bar next to her, she shifted her weight to face him with a smirk crawling across her face.
"Equally noted that you, sir, are minus one yourself." She raised a hand to the bartender and gave a small wave to her and the decal painted mando besider her. She took this distraction as an oppertunity to size what she was up against. He was strong and tall, no doubt about that. The tattoos painted across his armour were definitely distracting, and curious. She hadn't seen anything like it done. The uches, belt, and straps indicated his was armed and there was no indication as to what he was thinking behind that 'T' visor.
She felt herself staring a bit, or atleast glancing over his way too often, and felt relieved when the two drinks were slid in front of them. Oh right, she had to pay. She frowned and dove into her belt to see if she had any credits about.
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Post by Arina Fawzi on Jul 10, 2013 21:34:59 GMT -5
Kriegar knew he was being studied, despite her valiant efforts to keep it inconspicuous. Either way, it didn't bother him... his ego and proud personality (not to mention the alcohol) soaked it up like a sponge. He studied his hands and gave a small shrug.
"Your powers of observation serve you well." He chuckled, scooting a bit closer as she fumbled in her pockets for credits. He lightly placed his hand on her elbow.
"This one's on me." He said firmly, giving a small nod to the bartender. He delivered the drinks, then took off again in the direction of someone else's call.
Reaching forward, Kriegar pulled the two glasses closer and took one for himself. The armoured glove closed around the glass as the mando'ade leaned on that elbow. He made no attempt to drink it yet.
"So what brings a stunning creature such as yourself out here to the deep core?"
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Post by Arina Fawzi on Jul 16, 2013 13:40:49 GMT -5
Arina looked up from her pocket search to look at the hand on her elbow. Her tail lashed, as she looked back up at him and narrowed her eyes slightly. She watched the bartender take her leave, and reached for the class the Mandalorian pulled closer. She mocked his stance in friendly challenge, slowly raising the glass to her lips to take a sip. "Why thank you."
She frowned, pouting a little as she bat her eye lashes at him. "Can't a woman just come and enjoy a night out?" Arina had no idea if this was a good idea or not. This man was dangerous, her gut told her that. The way he stood, talked, and not to mention the amount of ammunition he kept on him. There was a possibility that this could go very wrong, very fast; all she could do was keep it up.
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Post by Arina Fawzi on Jul 16, 2013 15:04:29 GMT -5
Kriegar's head slowly titled to one side, almost curiously as he watched her throw the act. With the amount of booze he had previously drank, it was doing it's job. He leaned forward slightly, a small smile curving up his face as his voice dropped to a whisper.
"That's not what that WESTAR-34 blaster pistol strapped to your hip is telling me." He chuckled quietly under his breath, his eyes never moving from hers. "The fact you had to search for your credits also tells me you weren't intending on buying drinks on your 'woman's night out', and it also states you weren't here to complete a job or else you would have been paid recently."
He stood back up straight, satisfied by the fact he was still sober enough to point that all out and keep quiet at the same time. He had the kind of stance that spoke 'what you gonna do now?!'.
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Post by Arina Fawzi on Jul 16, 2013 15:22:15 GMT -5
Arinas ears flicked, and that was the sole indicator of surprise. There was definitely no doubt this man knew what he was doing; a clever bounty hunter, no doubt. What really frightened her was the fact he was able to pick out the exact make of her rifle... he knew his weapons, which gave her an indication as to what his 'hobbies' were.
She was debating what to say, mostly because she had to be very careful now. Despite the fact the intoxicating factor of alcohol was beginning to settle into his bloodstream, he was still observant. And he said her powers of observation were working well?! She took a large sip of her drink.
She slowly approached, taking her time to emphasis the way she walked to two steps it took until she was face to face with the helmeted figure. "Now arn't you a clever man?" She returned in a whisper, walking two fingers up the armour plating on his chest.
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