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 Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 9:08 pm
::unks noticed her greeting to take the stool next to her, but didn't want to take it just yet. He smiled when she stroked his cheek and he turned his head to kiss her hand softly before facing it the right way. His hands continued to work her shoulders in a slight massage and looked back over at Red and the Sith.
"Yeah, but nothing I don't think Red can't handle. Besides it looks like it is over."
The saiya-jin's hands moved off his wife's shoulders as he now moved to take the seat she offered. He removed his sword from his side and placed it lightly on the bartop. He looked over at his wife as he took wine flute from her hand and took a sip.
He made a sour face as the liquid went down his throat and coughed slightly at the taste. He was never one for wine and taking that one sip reminded him why. He blinked a few times and waited for the after taste to leave his mouth::
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 9:12 pm
"My name is Darth Rutum. The Darth is a title," He said, proud of himself. Oh yes, he was very proud of himself. He was an accomplished man, a very smart man. He had a lot of power and just as much pride to go with it. People served him, called him 'master', praised him, worshipped him as the greatest and most powerful Sith to have ever existed.
He pulled something from his cloak. It was a small, disk-like object. It was an holocommunicator, used as image-to-image contact over vast distances, "This is is a communication device if you would like to learn a few lessons or face a true challenge. It is verbally commanded start and initate contact. Just say 'Start' and who you wish to contact. It is really quite simple."
He tossed it to her - she would catch or miss it. He knew she was quick enough on the draw to perform the first action. Or else he had sorely underestimated her.
With that, he left. He did not bow before her. He was the Dark Lord of the Sith: others bowed before him. "I do hope you stay in touch, Miss Red," The Sith said as departing words as he made his way out the door, throwing on the hood of his black cloak.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 9:12 pm
Standing behind Red, Konosuke merely became a witness to what was going on around him. Unks-san and Epithany-san were in discussion over at the bar, the other kitsune man was watching them as though they were only there for entertainment, and Red-san was speaking with the stranger before them. Perhaps though, he would be a stanger no longer, and give his name.
The samurai reached up with his right arm, and scratched at his left shoulder, just before it ended into nothing. If one was looking, they might notice something dark green shifting on his skin, under the brilliant red yukata.
He looked up at this 'Darth Rutum', as he was called, watching him as he exited. An interesting one, he was.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 9:18 pm
Laughing at his reaction to the wine she shook her head. Glancing towards Red and the dark cloaked individual she she shrugged.
"She's not the type to accept any help otherwise, though I don't perceive any true threat anyway. The atmosphere here can be quite intimidating at times...hostile even."
Glancing toward the sword which was now in Katana form.
"I see you been playing with your new toy alot. Sabers not your thing."
She herself was quite partial to Katana's as well, but the weight and forms associated with the Chinese weapon had grabbed her attention when she sparred with a user at her guild.
"I'll have to see your swordplay for myself someday. Its been awhile since I wielded one myself."
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 9:23 pm
Nearing the entrance to the club, Kythe senses an unusually--in his experience, at least--high amount of living energy flowing. Stretching his half-gloved hand out of his too-long right sleeve, he presses lightly upon the Orion door, strolling in with his left elbow resting on his left sword. Scanning the bar with half-shielded cyan eyes, the sheer amount of energy and people give his eyes a bit of a glow. The number of katanas also adds a smirk to his vysage. While it's not exactly a huge crowd, it's pretty large compared to anything he's seen in recent months. Noticing a few familiar faces, auras, he also takes in the slightly different layout.
Walking to his right, Kythe trails the pointer finger of his right hand idlely along the smooth countertop. Registering the--apparently--hostile atmosphere, he continues his curved path for a bit before taking a seat on one of the stools, nodding towards Epithany (about ten feet to his right) in greeting before turning his attention towards the center of the room and leaning back on the edge of the bar. In a familiar-feeling position, Kythe crosses his legs and his arms, resting his elbows on the corresponding hilts of his swords, protruding from his belt.
His attention is dragged for a moment by the exiting being, before returning to his previous path of vision--which, he realizes, is focused directly ahead of him, as is the location of a certain male kitsune. Vaguely remembering the man--or, at least, his aura--Kythe ponders why for a moment, dismissing it soon after, and scanning the bar once more.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 9:24 pm
::He nodded to her question and smiled. He looked back at the sword before looking at her once more his eyes blue eyes locking onto her. He used his mind to bring him a bottle of water and opened it and took a quick sip from it before speaking.
"Yeah I am still trying to get used to it. I was kinda creeped out how it changed shape the first time. Now I am just experimenting with different forms."
He didn't stop smiling while he was talking about his new weapon, it was a reason for him to train more to master something else. He took another pull from the bottle of water when she mentioned she should join him one time::
"That would be great love, I would love that. I am sure this weapon is more then meets the eye and I can't wait to unlock it's other powers."
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 9:30 pm
.....At that very moment, actions were interrupted by the encroachment of sound waves carrying the sound of three distinct taps of four knuckles upon the large doorway of Club Orion.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 9:31 pm
Laughing at his newest obsession with the new weapon she smiled.
"I'm glad you like it sweetie. Its definitely a different blade than oblivion and most other blades I've handled. You should try it as a zweihander, the sheer weight of one of those is daunting in itself."
Spying Kythe's entrance in the corner of her eye she turned to wave to him.
"Wow, it must be an occasion to bring you out of the wood work. Interesting day this is turning out to be."
Draining the remainder of the wine she smiled forgetting about the tense air she felt upon her arrival.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 9:33 pm
Quite the interesting character, this Rutum. Taliman has felt his presence before, but had never expected to see him here. Putting a face to the force, no pun intended, is an upside. He's mildly disappointed that someone hadn't blatantly attacked. Would have been nice to see some poor sap get fried. Taliman chuckles suddenly at the amusing thought before drinking again from his flask.
Another new guy. It's a herd of them tonight. Looking a bit like a blind man, he feels his way over to a stool. He then looks at Wesley from across the room. The small, one-eyed man in red just stares back at him for the moment, half-closed eye blinking once from beneath the brim of his fedora. He shares the same stare of a cat awaiting its owner to do something worthy of its attention.
Also like the cat, Tali quickly grows bored of staring at this boy, taking another pull from his vodka as he brings his view back to Red's general direction. A knock at the door. Seriously, a god damn herd. The Emperor raises his brow, but doesn't turn his head. It isn't his door to answer.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 9:35 pm
"Rutum," she repeated in acknowledgment that she heard him, catching the communicator in the process. She intended to respond to him at some point, though that point could be far off or close by. Nevertheless, she tucked it away in her right pocket as her tail flicked at some invisible fly. Seeing him off, her eyes watched him warily, though with warm acceptance as he exited the club, taking most of the tension with him. At least in her world, she was sure the level of comfort would shift just because he left.
Turning to face Hasamoto, she gave him a proper bow before addressing him. "You seem in good health Hasamoto san. I do hope Mother Goddess has treated you well." Unsure of what to do with herself, her eyes became vacant again for a moment as she took everyone in by their auras. The love of the married couple, the soul polluted with centuries of vengeance, and a fox who had red hair like she did that spoke to no one. Something about that man, whether he be Earthling or not...
"I do believe I have something to do with myself now." Having not realized she was speaking, she came back to reality rather hurriedly, and oblivious of what she had said. Eyeing her elder first, the thought of all the knowledge she contained flooded her mind like a river with heavy rains. Then there was her husband, whose pride in his telepathy would end up bringing him to ruin if he were not careful.
She was much less interested in him however. He did offer a bit of variety though in the relationship between her mentor, senpai, and herself. The swordsman though was a man of unprecedented skill. Not because he mastered the art of the blade with one arm, but because he had mastered a unique art of the blade using his jaw and neck, a most vulnerable part of any humanoid body.
And now a Sith, whose influence over reality brought with it many unexpected possibilities. She needed these people to remain close she realized, and this was not the place to do it.
"I do hope you'll excuse me for tonight Hasamoto san, but I will try to be in touch with you soon. I have business to attend that cannot wait. Forgive me." Bowing to him calmly, she bent lower than before apologetically before doing the same to her elder. Looking to the short man with the fedora, she merely nodded, not really sure why, and turned for the doors. Something must be done about this indeed. She had no time to waste.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 9:48 pm
Kythe smirks a bit at Epithany's comment, wondering honestly if there's any truth in it. As far as he can tell, though, he just felt like taking a walk, then halfway through, felt like heading here.
"Interesting indeed. It almost seems as though the mere fact that there's so much going on in here has drawn me, though I can't consciously confirm it."
Taking another look around, Kythe sighs lightly, leaning his head back and gazing at the ceiling with closed eyes as a few knocks on the door assault his eardrums. He ignores them, of course; even if the club's owner is absent, at least a regular here would be more fitting than he to answer. It's a club, anyway.
(Maybe something interesting will happen tonight, after all...)
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 9:53 pm
.....Seeing as no one seemed quite in the mood to allow the youth of no more than fourteen years in appearance into the building, he turned about to leave.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 9:54 pm
<~>Niitsu...most of us don't answer the door....ever. Just walk in and you'll be acknowledged.<~>
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 9:54 pm
::Unks looked at his new weapon then back to his wife and laughed at what she said. He then saw her waving to someone he has never met before and gave him a nod in welcome. He then turned back to epithany and chuckled a bit.
"That is ok love, I'm not in the mood for any heavy lifting right now."
The saiya-jin took a long pull from his bottle of water and finished it and sent the empty bottle to where it belonged and heard the knocking. He never knew someone to knock on the door, but to just enter the club. He shrugged slightly::
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 9:56 pm
.....[OoC]: "Meh, my character's rather aloof. If he doesn't find something quite to his liking, and if it don't keep his attention long, he's likely to leave it be."
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