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 Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 8:00 pm
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I am sick and tired so off to bed I go, Red DO NOT GET IN TROUBLE! I am watching you missy. ninja
Trouble Maker. ninja ...........
ninja
BYE BYE!
Pokes Tali and runs!
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 8:01 pm
<~>Am I really that bad that I need supervision...?<~>
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 8:02 pm
The Sith smiled a cruel smile, "My dear, I would most certainly try to kill you if you wished it - or at least bring you so close to death you would beg for it. I can teach you much of pain, even how to ignore it and cut it off."
The Dark Lord looked at those gathered around, "Tsk tsk tsk. Is this how you treat all guests? I have not come looking for a fight now. I have come to talk to the beautiful and powerful Miss Red. And besides," He said coldly and with clear showing of his power, his voiced boosted and twisted somewhat with a power only the Force could apply, "Each of you would already be dead if I so wished it."
The power faded, the booming, twisted voice was gone, replaced with the cool, charismatic voice of Darth Rutum again, "But I don't wish it. It would serve no purpose here."
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 8:11 pm
::Unks scoffed slightly at the Sith's remark about being able to kill them so easily. Unks looked around the room at the people who have gathered. He saw Tali and nodded his head in greeting to him slightly and laughed to himself about the thought of this Sith trying to kill Tali, but totally getting pwned.
Unks then looked back to Red and the sith and moved back and sat down on a stool. He didn't listen to what Red said she must of thought he was making rules when he was actually on her side about something. Oh well some people can't be helpped::
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 8:14 pm
The was a soft click as the left main door was slowly pushed open, and a still new figure to most entered. Konosuke leaned his weight against his right side against the heavy wooden frame, shifting slightly so that the hilts of his katanas didn't scrape against it. Finally inside, the samurai let out a heavy sigh, the breeze from the closing door causing his empty left sleeve to flap around.
His single blue-grey eye searching the room, he finds only one that he recognizes. A smile spreading across his face, he headed over to where Red was having a discussion with a couple others he didn't know. The green-haired man bowed towards the kitsune woman, empty sleeve hanging limply forwards.
"Konbawa, Red-san. How are you tonight?" He nodded towards the others, but didn't introduce himself. He heard the man speak of how all those gathered would be dead if he wished, but Konosuke simply thought of how Doragatzu wouldn't allow such a thing to happen to the samurai. They had a deal, afterall.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 8:20 pm
Ignore pain? Cut it off? That she could do without. In fact, she'd rather go without it. Ignoring it might be okay as it at least allowed one to recognize it, but being unable to feel pain put sentient beings at a disadvantage. Pain was how they registered danger and safety. If she could not feel pain, she would never know she was in danger and could never feel safe. That was too much to ask of her at her current station.
"Don't flatter me. I already have a lover and can only accept such compliments from her." Her tail cracked as though to say she would only warn him once about such talk, though in truth it was harmless and would only irritate her a tiny bit.
"I recognize your power for I have been warned of it, and even though I am not Force sensitive, I can still read the magnitude of your strength by your aura alone. You wished to speak to me and you have, so I would ask for now that you leave us be and allow me to consider your offer. I may ask for something altogether different of you later, and whether you accept or decline is your choice alone at that point."
She paused as though to finalize her statement and allow anyone else to speak should they so wish. However it was only a moment to measure up her opponent. The true horror of the Dark Side she was still ignorant of, and though she was confident she could kill him should the need arise, she was fairly sure it would only happen if she went with him.
Either way, she extended her arm in a very business like manner, the habit she was accustomed to when dealing with propositions of many sorts.
"For now let's consider this the beginning of whatever relationship we have in the future."
Looking toward the one armed samurai, she nodded her head, unable to offer a correct greeting to him at the moment, though his presence did spark something in her mind.
"Before you shake, I request only that you respect my allies in my presence. What you do in my absence I could care less, but I want no one I associate with bringing their personal problems to me. Deal?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 8:24 pm
Tali grins at the newcomer's reaction to the presence of those around him. He looks less threatened and more amused by this man. Not that his attempts at intimidation are poor, but that he's simply an interesting creature. Wesley isn't here to see to it that the fox chick is unharmed, or even that no fights start. He has no moral involvement in the situation. There is one thing on this planet worth caring about, and it isn't even here at the moment. Tali's just bored and wanted a place to kill some time.
As the Sith speaks, Wes digs his hand into his right pocket to free and open his flask. Setting the cap to the table, he takes a pull from the polished metal container, resting his hand in his lap afterward. He sees the new guy walk in, missing an arm and in need of hair dye. He doesn't pick up too much more than that on the sword-bearing stranger. Tali ignores him accordingly, returning his attention to the Sith.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 8:25 pm
Screaming Wookiee The Sith smiled a cruel smile, "My dear, I would most certainly try to kill you if you wished it - or at least bring you so close to death you would beg for it. I can teach you much of pain, even how to ignore it and cut it off."
The Dark Lord looked at those gathered around, "Tsk tsk tsk. Is this how you treat all guests? I have not come looking for a fight now. I have come to talk to the beautiful and powerful Miss Red. And besides," He said coldly and with clear showing of his power, his voiced boosted and twisted somewhat with a power only the Force could apply, "Each of you would already be dead if I so wished it."
The power faded, the booming, twisted voice was gone, replaced with the cool, charismatic voice of Darth Rutum again, "But I don't wish it. It would serve no purpose here."
The Sith's power was interesting but he knew nothing of pain as far as Saba was concerned. Just because he hasd dark skin and suppossly used the Dark side of the Force, if it gave him the idea that he could prance around in a cloak and show off himself he was sorely mistaken but Saba wa snot one to judge earlier, the Sith was wise as he had shown but could he control himself? Saba would not be around to find out, he had a meeting to attend and thus would depart after nodding to Red and Unks. His form simply vanishing like the ghost in a past memory...buried under years of decay and a few decades of attic dust....
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 8:36 pm
The doors to the elevator slid open with their customary bell associated with arrival. Outstretched in her palm a translucent sphere of what almost appeared to be water, she proceeded to dispel the object before stepping into the main corridor.
Clasping her hands calmly behind her, she proceeded to saunter deeper into the large chamber. Having been observing the passing events remotely only moments before she had full knowledge of what had been transpiring with the Sith the rather, as well as the abnormal presence of so many of the Orion's clientèle.
Making no attempt to greet anyone present she settled at the bar counter scribing a rune on its surface. Within seconds a flute of white wine had been prepared before her. Having performed the act many times before she proceeded to geist the whole preparation from temporal memory.
The air lay thick with tension as she brought the glass to her lips. The more aggressive side of her personality seemed to relish the mood as she sat in silence.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 8:43 pm
"Miss Red, it shall be a pleasure to deal with you in the future if you so wish it. I accept these terms. I wish no one any harm anyone here and I shall show them the respect they themselves have not shown to me," Said the Dark Lord of the Sith to this new potential ally. Perhaps the flatterly was overkill, indeed.
These people. So quick to jump at a preceived threat. So jumpy and paranoid and drunk on their own power. Most of them wanted any chance, any opening to kill him.
But he was an innocent man... for the moment. He had hurt no one here. Merely indirect threats - and mostly because they were so yearning to have a piece of him! They would love to kill him, wouldn't they? They had incredible bloodlust! Darth Rutum had done nothing wrong here! He was merely a man of a different point of view! A view that they were frightened of and like the most primitive animals they were - they wanted to kill and destroy the unknown, the frightening things that were different from their own limited 'moral' views!
He didn't want any bloodlust right now. He came here for a purpose - which was not wholesale slaughter. It was here to talk to Red, to entice her with power, to open her to a new world of strengths. But the common rabble came screaming, wishing to tear into him! No better than the Jedi!
Fools. All of them. Except for Miss Red.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 8:49 pm
The samurai nodded slightly back towards Red, and then took a step behind her slightly so that she might finish her conversation, and apparent buisness deal without him hovering over her shoulder. He only cast a small glance towards the other kitsune, who had arrived just before him, before continuing to survey the area. If one didn't interest the samurai, then the samurai didn't give him any.
He noticed Unks-san sitting down, and Epithany-san entering from the black pillar in the center of the room. He smiled and bowed silently in greeting towards the green haired woman. Then he turned back to the two before him, listening carefully.
Whatever had happened, it seemed that Red-san and this man before her had come to an agreement.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 8:49 pm
::Unks noticed his wife enter the scene and smiled at her as he moved passed the "innocent" sith lord and put his hands softly on her shoulders. He kissed her neck softly. He gave her shoulders a quick squeeze before he started to speak.
"Hi love, did you have a nice day of recovery?"
He moved slightly and his new katana made a clanking noise as it moved. He smiled looking down at it. He couldn't remember the last time he was so happy apart from his wedding. He held her shoulders as he stood behind her::
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 8:56 pm
Wesley blinks, arching an eyebrow as the unfamiliar lad speaks his mind and departs in an overly dramatic display. The old lord vaguely remembers him, but can't put a finger on who it could be. Not too important, clearly. Full of himself, no doubt, with not enough self restraint to keep his trap shut and his nose out of the Sith's business. Fortunately, he's gone. His very odor is offending.
Another pull of vodka, and the mage woman enters, walking from behind Tali to the bar. For a drink, it would seem. Wes never takes his eye away from his focus, observing the goings on with the same attitude one would have when watching the television. The Sith seems displeased with the attention he has garnered, but he called for it himself when he spoke ill of the friends to these children. They all see themselves as a team, though hardly any of them have the chemistry to act as such. Funny. He sips again at his drink, clearing his throat dryly.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 8:58 pm
"Seeing as that is understood, I require only two more things from you. The first is your name, which by all means is the only real way to address you should I need any of your services. Secondly, and this is more optional than anything, I would appreciate you not using the Force to understand me. I'm more than capable of answering your questions myself and feel that I deserve the respect as such."
How she had completely failed to notice the atmosphere around her. It wasn't very Orinian at all. In fact, the current company, or at least what they brought along with them to the congregation, wasn't at all the common place Orion attitude. The group among her was a sub culture; a contrast to the norm and the second half of the puzzle she felt was missing from the place. Each member there had a desire to kill, or at least the right bloodlust attitude. At least three of them were out for revenge. It made for very entertaining company indeed.
Of course the quiet, short man, the male red fox, didn't seem to necessarily have any real ties or desire to her or anyone else for that matter. He was watching, apparently interested, but it was as though the entertainment came not from themselves, but from what they presented at that moment, and she could not herself quite tell what it was he liked so much about it to keep his focus on them. His was a power she did not fancy to oppose, though fearless as she was, she'd not give him the courtesy of bowing should he disrespect her.
A sudden inspiration surged through her as her eyes returned from the depths of empty space back to her own plane of reality. She wanted this atmosphere to remain, but as things were now, she was lucky it had fallen upon her this evening. Thankfully though, she was a woman of wealth and many resources.
"Well?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 9:01 pm
Bowing her head in greeting to the Samurai she smiled silently. Catching Unks in the corner of her eye her smiled broadened as he greeted her. Stroking his cheek she remained silent as he began to massage her shoulders.
"Errr yeah..."
Interestingly enough what he perceived to be her day of recovery was what appeared to be a few months time since the forging of his new blade. Stasis dimensions always seemed to leave her slightly disoriented when she resumed the "normal" time stream.
Patting the seat beside her brought her wine flute to her lips.
"Tense moment is it not?"
She had been observing the moment from a far, but she still did not have a full appreciation of what exactly was going on.
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