Welcome to Gaia! ::

((Figures, Cain leaves and Deity comes in. x3
*debates about RPing*))

(Good bye Reya, and Cain, and Hello Deity!)

::Laughing Unks took her hand into his and shook his head lightly. He kissed her hand softly on the top of it and then let go. He made his way to the bar walking backwards so he could keep his eyes on her.

"Don't worry love, I know what you ment."

He turned around and continued his way to the bar. He took his usual seat at the center and turned his his stool and looked at her once more. His ice blue eyes looked like they were glowing because of the lighting::

"Would you like something to drink love?"

(That was one hell of a greeting. .lol)

((*Shrugs and rushes off to get some Bisquick and starts rolling out dough* ...Biscuits..))

[[ -nibbles on biscuits with glee- whee ]]

The soft hum the the central elevator could be heard in the background as the car lowered down from the top floor. After a moment when it reached the bottom, the doors hissed open revealing it's lone passanger. Jade stepped out, dressed much the same as a few nights ago. Torn jeans, and a black tanktop, with a pair of flipflops on her feet. Other than her necklaces, there wasn't much more to her outfit. She carried a large towel in her arms when she stepped out.

She didn't seem to be in high spirits however, with her brown tail hanging lifeless behind her, and body seeming like it was dragging. Her eyes didn't even carry the same bright shine they did, and there were what looked like black circles underneath them.

The young woman lifted her head and saw Unks and Epithany over at the bar together, looking happy and content. She gave them a quick nod in greeting before heading over to the rightside of the stage, and into the hallway, bearing left and down the stairs to the hot springs below.

[[ Ya know, I would love to see a HK-47 Vs. Angel battle. ]]
Valin walked into the Club - with HK-47 in tow, the assassin droid infamous for following the Jedi turned Sith turned Jedi again named Revan and equally famous for following the one known as the Jedi Exile. HK-47 was roughly some 4,000 years old but had managed to upgrade himself over the vast many years to constantly stay in proper condition to kill.

Irony. An assassin droid following a Jedi around. He wondered what Revan or the Exile would say to help him.

"Statement: Master, my sensors are perceiving meatbags in the vicinity. Shall I kill something for you?"

Valin merely grunted a, "No."

"Commentary: Master, it has been a very long time since I have had the pleasure of extinguishing an organic meatbag's life. Your kind are oh so terribly fragile, Master. You lack the hard, wonderful, metal exterior that I possess. Suggestion: I would like to offer that you wear body armor of a sort - many Jedi have been cut down at the prime of their short existences due to the lack of sufficient armor. I count roughly 42 Jedi to fall from my hands in the course of my existence - barring any extreme damage to my internal computer and memory processors."

"If we could only be so lucky, HK-47," Valin commented with a chuckle, "But no, no killing. We have friends here at the moment."

"Resignation: As you wish, Master." If a droid could sigh, this would be the correct time to do so.

Valin walked to Unks and Pith, HK-47 standing directly behind him, scanning the areas for threats with his burning yellow photorecptors and rust red hull.

"Greetings, friends."