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 Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2006 6:52 pm
Looking to Natalia, Bob waited for her to reply. As he awaited her response, he thought to himself. I think I'm getting that wierd vibe again....like those cult members I saw yesterday....is this visit perhaps a consequence of my actions towards them? it would explain why Natalia is wary....then again, she's probably just as wary with everyone else....hmmm
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 11:34 am
The weapons bins all slide back into the wall before a chime was heard in the holding area and the door opened slowly. Once both persons were through another chime would sound and it would close again. Unless sixty seconds elapsed, in which case it would close automatically.
"Please do." Natalia said then headed down to the shop proper, it would take her two minutes to reach it from where she was.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 2:01 pm
Bob walked alongside Natalia in silence, checking over his toolbelt once more as they made thier way to the shop. well, this will certainly be interesting....if nothing other than that...
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 4:58 pm
Marx found the cantina, entered, and sat at the nearest bar stool. He order himself a drink and raised his visor up to reveal just his mouth. His lower face didn't look odd, except for the scar on the right side of his mouth and he had 5 o' clock shadow. He grabbed the cup and took a sip.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 10:30 pm
Silverion and Tathar past the door, and watched as the door closest automatically behind him. He scanned around the room, whilst waiting for whoever that was inside...
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 12:33 am
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 2:10 am
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 11:35 am
Tathar looked around curiously. "Silvern... why are we here? What is this place?" She looked toward the presence in the force that was coming closer. Were they meeting others like them?
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 12:33 pm
Nataila walked into the shop proper with a face smile plastered on her face. She didn't normally do that with customers but something about these two were putting her on edge more then normal.
"Hello, I'm Natalia Summers." As she spoke the damaged light saber appeared behind the service desk in an identical receptacle to the one it had been placed in earlier.
"What seems to be the problem?" She asked without even looking at the saber yet. She always let the customer have there two cents about what was wrong first. It let her know how likely it was that they had caused the damage versus a manufacturing error.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 2:15 pm
As Bob stood and watched the others from Natalia's side, his presence in the force seemed to be obvious, and even to the inexperienced, his emotions easily read. Currently, he was curious, but more than curious, he was happy. two of them.....hmmm, the lass seems to be younger, perhaps they are mentor and pupil? or more likely, since it's a cult, adept and assistant-adept/minion. I wonder if it's a suicide cult.....nah....it would have run out of members if it did that....hmmm...perhaps the broken thing is a cult relic of worship.....hmmmm
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 4:10 pm
Marx finished off his drink and then lowered his visor, so his face was concealed. He then started asking around looking for the nearest droid shop. Marx, though he lived on Couresant, didn't know what shops were what.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 5:30 pm
Silverion stared at Whitchard for a moment. Lost his interest, and look at the man instead. A man weak in his controls, but he ingnored his thoughts. Yet, he was nonetheless strong also to another extent. The beauty of nature is their weakness is also their strength... But to remember to be polite, he switched his attention back to the lady, which should be the shopkeeper. The owner, he guessed. "Lost circuit maybe? A little damage here and there? Whatever it is... I just failed to activate, and that obviously result in the reason of me being here. To let you solve my problems, isn't it?" He replied, obviously in disrespect for the lady. A form of pride seem to linger, which would had made most to despise him surely. But of course he did not mean that. The last thing he did do is to anger one of an opposite sex, and he knew the lady will not be. And also he found this women reasonably interesting. And he needed to find more details on the relationship between the man and the woman. He can start by angering the man... through the lady... Fifty Credits say the lady wouldn't care about my rudeness. He thought to himself. But reality wise, his eyes was placed lazily and un-concentrating around the room. And keeping a feel outside where another had apparently sensed his existence just like he had to his...
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 5:41 pm
((as said in his bio, he's the hippie of the star wars universe xp ))
Blinking for a moment, Bob thought to himself once more, did he look at me for a moment there? strange, I thought you were supposed to keep eye contact with the one you were talking with.....then again, if I were taking in my surroundings I would probably have done similar....in either case, he seems to be in a hurry. oh well, Natalia knows how to do the bargain thing, I should stay quiet.
As he thinks silently, Bob taps lightly into the force, his mind unconciously reaching out to take stock of the various emotions brewing around him he seems more inquisitive than anything else though....of course, this would HAVE to have something to do with my encounter with the other cult members, is it really so strange the questions I asked? hmm....strange enough for them to send a investigation....lets see if I can't pull a trick on them and get them to tell me more than I know without giving anything away...
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2006 1:20 pm
Tathar stood quietly, bored and slightly confused. She'd never been one to stay in one place for very long and she was already anxious to leave Coruscant even though they'd barely arrived. There was just this feeling that she was being watched the entire time... Maybe her years on the space lanes had made her paranoid, but she didn't like this planet much. She prefered the quiet times she'd had when Gramps was teaching her about the Force...
She sighed a bit. Those days were over now. The old man had been killed, and she had run... as she was told. All she had to remember him by was his lightsaber... Which was currently in some bin with her blaster.
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