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 Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 5:13 pm
[[ Some Jedi twiddle thumbs. Assuming their race has thumbs, of course. ]]
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 5:15 pm
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 5:20 pm
((Ooh boy....::Rolls eyes::....Interesting....::debates about posting:: ))
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 5:21 pm
((*wiggles her twiddled thumbs* x3))
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 6:11 pm
(*wigglejiggles like Jell-O*.... ninja ))
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 6:18 pm
<<::lovely, bouncey mental images:: >w< >>
::The ongoing stillness seems to have been broken, the motion-detecting lights on at full power to accomodate the patron seated at the bar. With puddles of spilled liquid and shards of glass spread across a small area, the elfin bounty hunter J. Angellus - once again clad in his thick leather tunic - sits alone at the end of the bar nearest the entrance. He slumps over the counter edge with a dazed look in his eyes, looking sick and a little irritated. The sleek pale shade of his right eye is dimmed slightly by his furrowed brow as he sits there, his mechanical gloved hand clasped weakly around a small drinking glass. It's half full of liquor, which is likely what's been spilled nearby. A small, nearly-empty bottle is held in Angel's left hand, the amber liquid inside sloshing about suddenly as his resting elbow loses balance, sliding a few inches to one side.
His breaths stink of alcohol, slow and breaking as he lacks the sense to open his lips completely when he breathes through them. His weapons are back in their places - his shoulder holsters - though he hardly appears to be in any shape nor frame of mind to use a firearm. Jake's armored boots drag by heir toes against the wooden planks under his stool, his brown hair, so similar to Deity's under a normal circumstance, ruffled and unruly. Raising his glass with his right hand, he seems oblivious to the silence around him as his slurred voice speaks outloud to nobody.::
No, no....oh, it wuzza good idea, a'ight...th-thas not whudda said...you...
::Tipping the glass and throwing his head back, Charade downs the last of the alcoholic beverage in his glass, his bent elbow remaining in the air for a number of seconds afterward, despite there being no more liquor leaving the cup. His eyes closing, he pulls the glass away slowly before leaning forward again, his right elbow dropping heavily onto the bartop. Without the inclinaton to see what he's doing, he sets the glass down - sideways - and lifts his bottle to pour himself yet another drink. Basically spilling liquid onto the curved side of a cup, Angellus doesn't realize until after he's emptied the bottle and opened his eyes that he's made a huge mistake. He's run out of liquor. That, and it's in his lap, too, running down the leather and dripping onto the floor. His eyes widening with genuine surprise, his arms lift and open as he surveys the aftermath as though seeing a fresh crime scene.::
My, uhh...ehhm...oh, s**t....sorry.
::Perhaps unable or unwilling to clean up the mess, he simply turns the glass upright and sets it down in the middle of the liquor puddle, likewise carefully replacing the now empty bottle to the bartop. Letting his limp fingers hang loosely upon the edge of the counter with a bored, indifferent expression on his face, he lazily lifts his right hand to scratch his head, which tilts conveniently down to meet his gloved fingers, which only manage half the trip.::
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 6:37 pm
The doors to Orion opened with a loud thud as something impacted them on the outside. Initially all one could see was a large black boot raised up where the doors met each other, until it was lowered and the figure brought himself inside. It'd been a while since Caine had come into Orion, and yet he still remembered to make his loud entrance.
His black pants were shredded pretty badly, but the Saiya-jin didn't seem to notice nor care. His clothing was of a somewhat formal style, except for the fact it was shredded a bit. A long sleeved coat with a single button in the front with more black clothing underneath it. His black hair was wild as always, and a thin pair of glasses on his nose completed the....look. The only real bit of color one could see on him was his eyes, the blue and gold orbs glancing around the room.
His nose easily picked up the heavy scent of alcohol in the air, and his eyes turned towards the figure sitting at the end of the bar.
"What a waist of booze...."
The man shrugged and walked over to the bar, a few seats away from the other guy. He took another quick look around before hopping over the counter, and grabbing a bottle of whiskey for himself. He twisted off the top, and took a good pull from it before returning to the outside of the bar and taking a seat.
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 6:42 pm
Valin strolled into the club whistling a tone. It was one of many patriotic tones that he been pasted across the Holonet to keep the marole up during the Yuuzhan Vong War. And they were sung loudly, with incredible joy and pride after the war ended in victory.
Victory. Hpmh. Some victory. Trillions of beings dead. However, the Vong did lose everything in the process of the 'victory' and they were not the threat they once posed.
He stopped short, coming to a complete halt at the site of the bounty hunter. In the Force... well... he wasn't in a wonderfully stable mental state. Drunk with alcohol like Emperor Palpatine was drunk with power.
"Hm," The Jedi said, stepping forward. His boots made no sound as he crossed slowly over to the bounty hunter. He wore cloths more befitting a pirate than a Jedi - though he had all three lightsabers bound to his belt, along with his blaster carbine. However, he did wear his dark green cloak rather than his brown leather flight jacket.
"Well... you look like you've helped yourself to a drink or two," He said with a chuckle.
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 7:04 pm
Caine's eyebrow quirked slightly as the newest arrival commented on the drunk over in the corner. The new guy looked familiar, but not enough to make Caine care about trying to remember him. So he just took another long drink from his newly claimed bottle.
He didn't know why he decided to come here tonight. He was bored, to put it simply. He had booze at home, but for some reason, alcohol always tasted a little better when you took it from someone else. Besides...one never knew what the club would bring in.
For now it seemed, it was just a drunk and someone who thought he was funny. Only the booze was worth the trip.
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 7:05 pm
::Appearing at first oblivious to the two men entering the club, the demon slayer tightly shuts his eyes, his hands falling into his lap as he shakes his head a few times. A few beeps resonate from his right eye as Caine enters the room, the same happening as Valin arrives, but Angel more or less doesn't seem to notice, and just starts rubbing his right knuckles against that eyelid. The Gustian does, however, respond to Valin's words, a smug look on his face as he shakes his head and corrects him.::
...unh-mhh, I wuz dringin'...
::Nodding once with a bit of a smirk and his right eye half-closed, he looks up at the nearing Jedi as though they were best friends. He raises his right arm up and lets it fall, looking as though he intends to pat Valin's shoulder with his hand. He misses by a yard, his arm just swinging down and bumping against his side. Ignoring this occurence as though it hasn't happened, he raises his hand and once again scratches at his head. He suddenly looks confused, his brow furrowing.::
....hey, hey....hey....hey...h-hey, hey dude....jeez, how'jou do that?
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 7:18 pm
Valin snorted and look at the incredibly drunk man. He waved his hands as if he was preforming a magic trick and told him, "It was my Jedi voodoo."
He chuckled lightly to himself. Drunks were fun to mess with. Or maybe was just a horrible human being for screwing with the minds of others. Well... it wasn't like he was implanting ideas via the Force. Like this one time, he once made a drunk think the room had suddenly turned upside down and that he was sitting on the roof. It had provided the needed distraction to grab the guy he and Master Katarn had been hunting down.
To some, this may have seemed an overuse of his Jedi powers. However, no one got hurt or even close to harm. The power to invade the mind was one taken incredibly serious within the Order - a power never used lightly. In fact, the distraction had probably stopped a full on blaster brawl that could have left many dead.
Valin looked over the other man here. He had obviously come just for the drinking - like the drunk bounty hunter.
Fun, fun stuff.
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 7:35 pm
The club seemed rather dull tonight. In fact, it seemed emptier than usual. The last time Caine saw any sort of crowd in here was.....a slight smirk came to his face.
....Was when Deity went Fierce on whosits uncle....or something.
Of course, some sort of ultra powerful being would draw a crowd trying to best it. And now it seemed the club was back to normal. If it meant that Caine only had to deal with a drunk and some other guy right now, he didn't mind. Nobody to annoy him at the moment.
And with that thought in mind, Caine took another drink before swinging his legs up and putting his heavy boots up on the countertop.
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 8:00 pm
::Appearing amazed by the Jedi's words, Angel widens his eyes just slightly, his mouth hanging open as he slaps his lap once with his left hand. His tunic still with liquor on it, he pauses for a second to look down at his wet hand, frowning gently before lazily wiping his palm down against the front of his tightly-strapped vest. He then returns his attention to Valin, a hint of wonder in his voice as he speaks, sounding as if he's got a pound of chewing gum in his mouth.::
...I-I-I-I didin'...uhh, didin' know you knew h-how do....how do....howda, how do, uhm, you coud do voodoo...
::Tilting his head to the left, he tucks his lips in with squinted eyes as he looks up at the Jedi, raising and crossing his arms just below his chest. His spine still hunched forward, he is apparently convinced of his friend's abilities of voodoo, and is interested to learn more.::
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 8:01 pm
To anyone listening, the sound of the central elevator shaft whirring to life could draw ones attention. A few moments after it started, the sound faded out to the soft hiss of the doors opening on the main floor. Jade stepped out slowly, her green eyes looking rather tired. Worn jeans and a simple black tank top with black boots was all there was to her outfit, her brown tail hanging lifeless behind her.
The young woman paused for a moment as she stepped out, turning and reaching behind her into the elevator with her left hand towards someone. Even without seeing him, the most dense person would be able to know it was Deity in there with her.
As Jade turned back towards the main room, she could sense three people within the room, over by the bar. Whatever her expression had been previously turned to a rather sour look when she realized she enjoyed the company of only one person, and would love to see the other two dead at the moment.
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 8:07 pm
The Jedi groaned in unhappiness, "It's not real voodoo... it's... the Force. A living energy field that is powered by all life that touches it. You, me, the trees, the stars, that guy over there. Everything exists within the Force and the Force within everyone."
Except the Yuuzhan Vong, whispered the voice in his head, They are absent from the Force. And if they are... outside the Force, does that make them outside life? A real living dead? Don't they deserve actual death then...?
He brushed the thoughts alive. Those were the thoughts of an evil man who Valin tried to keep hidden, locked away, never to return hopefully.
The Jedi looked at the drunk... who probably didn't catch a thing he said...
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