[17-19:48] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((Now that I think of it, inbred sounds a little funny.))
[17-19:48] 4029a, *Prefekt Dirano : Er...Eve? *leans forward, patting the bed* Come here. Sit back down.
[17-19:49] 4029a, *Prefekt Dirano : OOC: Inborne works better.
[17-19:49] e67ca, *Eve Skyler : But...training. *Weakly, while slowly sitting down.*
[17-19:51] 4029a, *Prefekt Dirano : You weren't going to train. You were just going. *smiles -- doesn't laugh. Because that would be so so horrible and bad and just...ungoodness* That's what you've been thinking about?
[17-19:51] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : *pause*
[17-19:52] e67ca, *Eve Skyler : Well, among other things. *A little defensively. Will kill him if he makes fun. Kill him.*
[17-19:56] 4029a, *Prefekt Dirano : What else, then? *trying to shift the topic away from the current one, which seems to be making Eve uncomfortable*
[17-19:57] e67ca, *Eve Skyler : You know... um... stuff. Dying. How I want to wear my hair tomorrow. Plenty!
[17-19:59] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : *And on the subject of Corellia one man is there alone against the mases of Nekressis. The Speederbike sits yards away covered in the wilderness camo poncho, hiding it from distant viewing and he makes his way through the underbrush to the entrance of the hidden forward command post used during the loss of the planet.*
[17-20:01] 4029a, *Prefekt Dirano : Dying? *arches a brow before shaking his head, leaning forward to rest his cheek on Eve's back* Don't worry. Everyone'll do fine.
[17-20:02] e67ca, *Eve Skyler : *Quietly.* We both know that's probably not true. I appreciate the sentiment, though.
[17-20:03] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((Hm :/ ))
[17-20:08] 4029a, *Prefekt Dirano : We'll do fine, then. *turns his head, kissing her shoulder* Better?
[17-20:11] e67ca, *Eve Skyler : A bit... Although now I'm starting to wonder if you're trying to discourage me, and whether it's my breath... *Turns to face him, smiling a bit.*
[17-20:17] 4029a, *Prefekt Dirano : I'm not trying to discourage you. I just don't want you to feel like you have to do anything because you think you're going to die. *slides his arms around her* Because you're not. You're coming back here, with me.
[17-20:25] e67ca, *Eve Skyler : I don't feel like I have to. Please. Give me some credit... *Leans against him.* It just happened to be that, while grappling with my mortality, I happened to end up thinking about that. And not in a gotta-get-a-notch-in-the-bedpost-before-I-croak way. I just realized it was you who'd I like to... Well, you know.
[17-20:29] 4029a, *Prefekt Dirano : I know. *smirks against her back* What will your friends say?
[17-20:32] e67ca, *Eve Skyler : How are they going to know? Do I get some sort of badge I have to wear afterwards? *Dryly, reaching around to poke him in the side.*
[17-20:36] 4029a, *Prefekt Dirano : If you want. I'm sure it wouldn't be too hard to make one.
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[17-20:40] e67ca, *Eve Skyler : Hmm... *Considers thoughtfully, comfortably settling back against him. Places her hands over his, which are presumably around her waist.* Will it go with my robes?
[17-20:40] 1e596, *Falcon24: *eye-humps Mazzik*
[17-20:40] 1e596, *Falcon24: mazzy why aren't you on IM web buddy
[17-20:44] 4029a, *Prefekt Dirano : I'm sure we could alter it. *chuckles lightly*
[17-20:45] 4029a, *Prefekt Dirano : OOC: I am
[17-20:48] e67ca, *Eve Skyler : *Chuckles as well, then falls silent for a moment, fingertips running lightly over his hands, tracing around his knuckles.* I love you, Prefekt.
[17-20:55] 4029a, *Prefekt Dirano : Mm. *nuzzles into her back* Love you more.
[17-20:55] 1e596, *Falcon24: Aww how cute.
[17-20:58] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((*Nuzzles into Falco's back* I love you.))
[17-20:58] e67ca, *Eve Skyler : ((You're just jealous cos your girlfriend is a cover for how you desperately want to be with Mazz.))
[17-20:58] 1e596, *Falcon24: *stabs Stoney with his +10 boner of ladykilling*
[17-20:59] e67ca, *Eve Skyler : Mm. Probably. I don't really like you all that much. *Grins.*
[17-21:00] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((*Parries with his +10.0000000000001 bum of longitudinal satisfaction*))
[17-21:01] 1e596, *Falcon24: no my girlfriend is just still on campus and i'm not seeing her till later this week
[17-21:01] e67ca, *Eve Skyler : ((Mmhmm. Sure.))
[17-21:01] 1e596, *Falcon24: ok i'm leaving because you jerks were mean to me. especially ronnie. you big jerk.
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[17-21:02] 1e596, *Falcon24: I hate you and I never want to see you again.
[17-21:02] 1e596, *Falcon24: AND MAZZIK TOO BY ASSOCIATION
[17-21:02] EXIT: Falcon24 has left the chat ( GOOD BYE ).
[17-21:02] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : I just heard a noise and dont know what it is. It could be
[17-21:02] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : A. A robber
[17-21:02] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : B. A man coming to kill me
[17-21:03] 4029a, *Prefekt Dirano : No? Not a lot?
[17-21:03] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : or C. A horde of lusty horndog Gregiss fangirls.
[17-21:03] 4029a, *Prefekt Dirano : OOC: It was your mom coming back to the house after doing me. Man, she's wild.
[17-21:03] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((D. A hacksaw rapist))
[17-21:03] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : I think its C, but its probably just my dog having knocked over a lamp.
[17-21:03] 1e596, *Falcon24: D. A giant penis looking to make a home in your rectal cavity. (This is the correct answer)
[17-21:04] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((E. Your mother back from the store with groceries and your brand new subscription to Jugs and I Need A Place of My Own Weekly.))
[17-21:04] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : ((*shudders* Mazzik, one look at my mother and you would just cry at having said that. She's ugly, and by ugly I mean well fuck she's ugly.))
[17-21:04] 1e596, *Falcon24: I AM GONE FOR REAL
[17-21:04] 1e596, *Falcon24: I MEAN IT
[17-21:04] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : I do need a place of my own, luckily my two jobs I make enough that with enough saving in a couple of months I will have a pad to call the hole.
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[17-21:05] e67ca, *Eve Skyler : A little bit above tolerating you. *Sage nod.*
[17-21:05] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((Falco: A little?))
[17-21:06] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : Stoner cannot come to opening pad festivities neither. Mazzik is welcome because he rocks.
[17-21:08] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((If I want to see a flooded basement in which some whale is grousing and making a home, I'll go to Marine Land.))
[17-21:08] 4029a, *Prefekt Dirano : Well, at least you don't hate me.
[17-21:08] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : Oh snap! Well lets go ask your mother to drive us there.
[17-21:09] e67ca, *Eve Skyler : ((OH GOD. OH GOD. BURN. BURN. SO GOOD. *gives Stoney an award*))
[17-21:09] e67ca, *Eve Skyler : Looking on the bright side. How very Jedi of you.
[17-21:10] 4029a, *Prefekt Dirano : OOC: BURRRRRRRRRRRRN.
[17-21:10] 4029a, *Prefekt Dirano : OOC: Jesus Christ, Stoney. That was crucial.
[17-21:10] 4029a, *Prefekt Dirano : OOC: You're the Burnmaster for today.
[17-21:10] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : :( I'm going to go hang myself
[17-21:10] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((*Raises arms* !!!!))
[17-21:12] e67ca, *Eve Skyler : ((Man, Marine Land sucks.))
[17-21:12] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((I'm sorry Jaret :( you're a big friend. And I don't deserve any quadrant of you :(((( ))
[17-21:14] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((Ew, I'm a jakease. I shouldn't be around ppl right now :( *sulk*))
[17-21:15] 4029a, *Prefekt Dirano : Isn't it, though? *pulls her a little tighter* You know, it was worth it.
[17-21:16] e67ca, *Eve Skyler : Hmm? What was worth it?
[17-21:16] 4029a, *Prefekt Dirano : My sweeping personality changes.
[17-21:19] e67ca, *Eve Skyler : Oh. *Softly.* I'm glad. Sometimes I worried I was... I don't know. Being that kind of girl that changes a guy to suit her needs. But I was genuinely out to help.
[17-21:22] 4029a, *Prefekt Dirano : I'd probably be dead without you. You've helped me. So much.
[17-21:24] e67ca, *Eve Skyler : *A heat crawls up the back of her neck, and she goes into Modesty Mode.* I'm sure that's not true. But a lot of other people would be dead, at least...
[17-21:25] 4029a, *Prefekt Dirano : Shh. Let me compliment you.
[17-21:26] bc762, A Heat: *Crawl.*
[17-21:26] e67ca, *Eve Skyler : ((*dies*))
[17-21:27] e67ca, *Eve Skyler : You're giving me too much credit.
[17-21:34] 4029a, *Prefekt Dirano : You're giving yourself too little.
[17-21:35] e67ca, *Eve Skyler : I'm sure we can find some sort of compromise then.
[17-21:38] bc762, A Heat: *a heeeeaaaat*
[17-21:39] 4029a, *Prefekt Dirano : I'm sure. Let's try this one: I'm right.
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[17-21:40] e67ca, *Eve Skyler : Your grasp on compromising is very, very poor, Prefekt.
[17-21:41] 4029a, *Prefekt Dirano : That may be so, but I'm still right.
[17-21:42] e67ca, *Eve Skyler : I disagree.
[17-21:43] 4029a, *Prefekt Dirano : Don't care.
[17-21:44] e67ca, *Eve Skyler : You're supposed to care about my opinions, you know.
[17-21:45] e67ca, *Eve Skyler : *...fade. Not for anything inappropriate, we're just done.*
[17-22:02] e67ca, *Harrington : *All throughout the Black Sun compound, there are little nooks and crannies with various functions. Some mess halls, some just sitting rooms. Situated in a rather private one of the latter, he observes something on a flat holoscreen -- people, and a location... Likely something to do with his assignment. Taps the end of a stylus against his cheek, making that hollow sound.*
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[17-22:08] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((Damn that Avril Lavigne...with her weird eye liner and her feigned angst. A facade, all of it! Then again...her voice is pretty good. Oh no...am I a closet Avril fan?))
[17-22:10] c88c6, *Sierra Leyanna : I don't care what they told you. What I'm telling you is, if you take that to the Dark Princess with it in that condition and you looking like that, you won't just be looking for a job...you'll be looking for your internal organs. *Her voice, strident and slightly raised, comes from the corridor none too far from the entrance to the room where Harrington works.*
[17-22:12] 1d581, *Assain: *she relaxes against the “operation” table in the Dark Room, a device and screwdriver in her hand as she tinkers away on the machine that resembles a monitoring device, though the insides are more like the various parts of a blaster pistol. Having removed the frock style coat to move about more freely, the dim light of the room reflects off the 10 gauged rings pierced through her arms, seven rings down each arm, the leather corset still relentlessly holding her body in an hourglass shape. Her left eye shifts from the device in her hand to the glass door of Kuma’s cell, looking at the back of the modified Iron Maiden, idly wondering how Kuma was fairing*
[17-22:14] e67ca, *Harrington : *Rather slowly tears his eyes away from the holoscreen, turning off the the projection. Clicks his tongue lightly to himself as he rises up from his seat, then manuveurs around a corner to see who has forced such words from the mystery girl.* I'm sorry... *A touch dryly.* I thought I was in one of the quiet parts of this building.
[17-22:14] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen : *not very well. The yelps and cries of pain come regularly every few seconds, indespersed with sobs and pleas for releif.*
[17-22:14] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((*Shakes disturbing thoughts from head* Assain, did you ever finish that RP with Kuma?))
[17-22:15] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((Oops. Nevermind :D))
[17-22:16] 1d581, *Assain: ((L))
[17-22:17] c88c6, *Sierra Leyanna : *He'd arrive in time to see a minor minion, holding a tray with something(s) on it, turning away and hurrying back down the corridor. Quirks a brow as she shifts to half-face him.* Apology accepted. It's quite all right...misconceptions happen all the time.
[17-22:20] 1d581, *Assain: *she still found it sort of cute how he kept asking her for reprieve. His cries were sweeter then music, and indeed she had found that by listening to him she had managed to concentrate more on the task at hand instead of wandering from project to project as she had a tendancy to do. She began to wonder if she would be able to give him up when Tialos came to pay her for her services. She was beginning to like this boy. Finally after several moments, she stands and sets the device down on the opperation table, stretching, taking a break for the time being. Her heels click against the floor as she moves to the door, place her hand to the gel pad and then entering the code to open the door, softening her steps, almost as though she were trying to sneak up on Kuma*
[17-22:20] e67ca, *Harrington : *Tucks the small screen away in the inside pocket of his jacket, along with his stylus.* Quite nice of you, that was, saving him his life and her Highness the distracting task of ending it.
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[17-22:22] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((Okay, I need to stay concious untill 1 am in the morning, because that's when Dawn of the Dead comes on.. ))
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[17-22:23] 92032, *Rhynn Morgana : ((*peeks*))
[17-22:25] c88c6, *Sierra Leyanna : Don't forget the niceness that comes from keeping the janitorial staff from having to clean up another mess. That must get tedious. *lips curl up in a faint smirk*
[17-22:25] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen : *could hardly hear anything, or see anything. He wobbled from exhaustion, drenched in sweat, more sobs as he pauses, murmering to himself * No... Smiro... Mother... help... father... *BZAAAP&
[17-22:27] e67ca, *Harrington : That is true. The excitement of cleaning up carnage turns into a mundance chore pretty quickly. I appreciate the consideration for myself and my coworkers. Quite tremendous of you.
[17-22:29] 1d581, *Assain: *she leans her head against the side of the cage, listening to him before she sighs softly and enters in the code to turn off the back electrics, indeed heeding his wants for a moment of mercy. She then turns the cage so that it faces his table and chair, which haven't been removed yet for just this purpose, so she can have a place to sit while weidling answers from him. She perches at the end of the table, her leather garments creaking softly as she sets her hands atop her crooked knee* How do you feel now, Mr. Aleen?
[17-22:30] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen : *slumps against the back, body trembling. He pants heavily, a few burns visible, red marks from repeated shocks. His sunken eyes look up at her, blearily, full of exhaustion. It was a work for him just to stay awake * Guh... So... Tired... please... let me sleep...
[17-22:31] c88c6, *Sierra Leyanna : I do try, upon occasion. So, why so concerned about the need for quiet, with your line of work? *hangs her thumbs on her pockets*
[17-22:33] e67ca, *Harrington : Oh, that has nothing to do with my line of work. Just a personal preference. *Folds his arms across his chest, drumming his fingers once along his upper arm.*
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[17-22:34] fee26, *Preigh Notrah : ((hmm.. ))
[17-22:34] 1d581, *Assain: I extended my hospitalities to you once already, Mr. Aleen, you do not think me fool enough to do it again do you? I have seen the extent of your gratutide.
[17-22:35] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen : *he shudders, closing his eyes at that, swallowing hard, his throat bone dry. He was thirsty, and starving, saying nothing to her.*
[17-22:36] c88c6, *Sierra Leyanna : Ah, I see. Well, I'm sorry your quietude suffered for fifteen seconds.
[17-22:38] fee26, *Preigh Notrah : ((*is going to thwart all evil doers!*))
[17-22:38] e67ca, *Harrington : Oh, that's all right. *Smiles cordially, though there's a bit of a insufferable quality to it.* No need to apologize. I can always handle my peace being interrupted for some pointed questions and dodgy conversation.
[17-22:39] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((*going to be thwarted*))
[17-22:39] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((Who are you, Preigh?))
[17-22:40] e67ca, *Harrington : ((.....an.))
[17-22:41] 1d581, *Assain: *she had of course noticed how choked his screams were now compared to how they had been at the beginning, but she wasn't about to just give him another reliefe. No. Not without getting something in return. And though it would have been much easier to just rape his mind, she knew all too well that such private information just served as another twist of the knife when those secrets were spoken alloud* I'll you what. I will give you another chance to speak to me honestly. For ever question you answer truthfully, I will give you a drink of the broth I offered you the other day. Fresh of course. Does this sound fair?
[17-22:41] c88c6, *Sierra Leyanna : *brow arches just slightly, in response to the hint of insufferableness* With you giving or receiving?
[17-22:41] fee26, *Preigh Notrah : ((Who am I? I am that voice in the back of your head, telling you to help that old lady across the street, or that feeling when your next to your favorite hoe! I am the light that leads thy way.. ))
[17-22:42] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen : *he swallows hard, eyes looking past her towards the bowl, then back again. He got a horrible sensation in his stomach, and he speaks softly* Ask then... I will give the answers I know.
[17-22:42] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen : ((You are Darkwing Duck?))
[17-22:42] 1d581, *Assain: ((LOL))
[17-22:43] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : (("I am the gum that sticks to your shoe..."))
[17-22:43] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen : ((I am the batteries that were not included)
[17-22:45] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((roflhao))
[17-22:45] 1d581, *Assain: *she nods and moves off for a moment, heading back to one of the mixing tables, looking for a glass stirring straw that would be long enough for him to drink out of. She moves back into the cell and takes the bowl in hand, stirring the broth with the straw* Who is Smiro?
[17-22:45] e67ca, *Harrington : Either is fine, in this case. *Unfolds his arms.* I'm going to go get some coffeine. I don't know if you associate with the help or just reem them out, but consider an invitation extended.
[17-22:45] fee26, *Preigh Notrah : ((*wow... *))
[17-22:45] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen : ((I am the hairball that clogs your sink! I am the brain freeze that follows your shake!))
[17-22:46] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen : *looks at her, then at the bowl again. He licks his chapped lips and states * My brother... Smiro Aleen Younger brother.
[17-22:46] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen : ((I am... out of my trademark blue smoke O.o
[17-22:48] 1d581, *Assain: *she stops stirring and holding the bowl up, the straw torwards his lips, she places it just barely between two bars of electricty* Sorry, this was the longest one I could find, you'll have to lean against the bars for a few moments
[17-22:49] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : *Has since parted from sparring with the healer, and is now training against five remotes with his fencing sabre in the training room of the Jedi Temple, his presence a hot nexus of dark, yet intense entropy*
[17-22:49] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen : *shudders at that, and moves a bit fowards, bracing his burning arms on the outsides to avoid slipping as he moves close to the bars, so close he could feel the electricity. Closing his eyes, he drinks, the largest gulp he's allowed to. *
[17-22:50] c88c6, *Sierra Leyanna : I do a little from column A, a little from column B. *smiles a bit* Consider the invitation accepted.
[17-22:52] 1d581, *Assain: *at least two full straw fulls before she pulls it away, giving him a moment to savor the taste. An evenly seasoned beef broth, though rather salty of course.* I assume he was the one killed. What happened to your mother and father?
[17-22:53] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen : *settles back, slumping a moment, resting, the taste still on his tongue as he states * Last I heard... before I was caught, they were both alive. Coming to visit me at the Temple.
[17-22:54] e67ca, *Harrington : *Lifts a finger to indicate there's something to settle before that can happen.* All right, but first things first. I realize we're being rather tight-lipped, but I would appreciate knowing if I'm going to get killed for talking to you. *The corner of his mouth is drawn up in a grin.* Because one can never be sure, and I feel I have a right to know. And really, if I die, who's going to clean it up?
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[17-22:55] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : +
[17-22:56] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((Damnit. Shouldn't rest feet on desk.))
[17-22:56] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : +
[17-22:56] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((Hehe))
[17-22:56] 1d581, *Assain: *and again she offers the straw to him, so far keeping up her end of the bargain. So his parents were still alive? Oh, now that had virtually limitless possobilities.* What did you do to catch Mr. Hethren's attention exactly?
[17-22:56] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((Nix last IC.))
[17-22:57] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen : *drinks of the straw again, and pases, this time to think * I was... vulnerable... angry... he sought to use this, and lured me out.
[17-22:58] c88c6, *Sierra Leyanna : *smile broadens into a light grin* Oh, no...you'll be fine. Cross my heart. *lifts a hand, tracing an X over her heart* I mean, good help is so hard to find...no sense needing to embark on a tedious search. The whole thing would be terribly inconvenient for you, for me, for everyone.
[17-23:01] e67ca, *Harrington : Fantastic news. *His eyes slide down, observing the heart-crossing, then rise back up.* It's so good to be appreciated. *Offers her the crook of his arm.*
[17-23:02] 1d581, *Assain: *takes the straw from him as he answers, nodding. You must be powerful indeed then. I wonder where you're hiding it. Layered under all that righteousness perhaps. She hated Jedi. Her features seem to soften for a moment before her golden eye again turns to him* Give your stomach a moment to adjust to the broth or else you'll likely defile yourself. *this said almost offhandedly before she proceeds* What was your brother in this ordeal? Just a pawn? Or was he just in the wrong place at the wrong time?
[17-23:04] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen : It.. Itw as the latter. *he states, starting to tense up, eyes closing painfully at the memories * He was just there... a victim...
[17-23:08] c88c6, *Sierra Leyanna : I'm glad you feel good about it. I should be a motivational speaker, clearly. *gaze flicks to his arm; after a brief moment, threads her hand into the crook, letting it rest lightly*
[17-23:09] 1d581, *Assain: *watching all this she disects his every action, thanking his exhaustion, as people were always so much more vulnerable to their memories when they were physically wasted. But she doesn't press on just yet, her soft expression almost giving her a sympathetic look, playing the part of the reluctant jailor as much as she could, as much as she knew how. Offers the straw to him again* My condolences. *she sounds almost genuine, if not slightly reserved about it.* Tell me about your training. It has been so long since our own days, we have almost forgotten what it was like being an apprentice
[17-23:10] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen : *he looks at her, not beleiving her sincereity, not one bit. But he doesn't say a thing about it, instead going into brief detail of his training, pausing frequently for breath, or to think*
[17-23:10] e67ca, *Harrington : Oh, is that not what you do? *Sighs heavily, while tucking his other hand in his pocket.* Another theory shattered. And I was so sure it was your chosen field after the scene I walked in on. *Starts off towards the nearest mess hall.* Back to the drawing board, I suppose. Or you could tell me.
[17-23:13] c88c6, *Sierra Leyanna : Terribly sorry to destroy your illusions. *saunters along, flicking an idle glance over the corridor, not paying particular attention to any being that falls within her scope* I could tell you, that's true. A mighty fine option, telling you. It really appeals, I must say.
[17-23:14] 1d581, *Assain: *smirks slightly upon seeing his distrust, her faith in his dormant abilities somewhat restored. This boy could have never made it to being a Jedi. He wasn't gullible enough. She listens to the details, head slightly quirked* Mm...my own were somewhat different, naturally, but I'm sure you're not interesed in that. *she chuckles softly* How were you "lurred out" as you said?
[17-23:15] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen : They... put things in my dreams... lured me out with the Dark Force... *he shudders* I fell for it.. .I'm such a fool.
[17-23:17] 1d581, *Assain: *her eye rolls when he again refers to the Force in black and white terms, but dismisses it as he chides himself, again offering him the broth* In more ways then just what you have brought to mind.
[17-23:18] e67ca, *Harrington : You seem like quite the proponent of telling me. So what's our roadblock? *Turns a corner, shifting his eyes to look at her, one brow lofting.*
[17-23:19] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen : *takes more of it, drinking and pulling as much as he can * Aye...
[17-23:19] 1d581, *Assain: You regret what you've done, haven't you?
[17-23:19] 1d581, *Assain: ((haven't=don't...*shakes head*))
[17-23:19] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen : Very much so.
[17-23:21] 1d581, *Assain: But what exactly is it you regret? The simple fact, that you were captured? or the more complex fact, that you neglected to kill Mr. Hethren? Take a moment to answer now, you're doing so well in answering me truthfully tonight, I would hate to have to cut our conversation short again
[17-23:22] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen : *shivers again * Letting my feelings get the better of me.
[17-23:23] c88c6, *Sierra Leyanna : Well... *shrugs slightly, glancing up to meet his gaze. Her eyes linger longer than they should, perhaps...but he's got such attractive eyes, and...yeah. Remembers she was talking and collects herself.* That would seem to negate our tradition of dodgy conversation and pointed questions. You might decide I'm not worth talking to anymore if I give you straight answers. *corner of her mouth tucks in*
[17-23:24] 1d581, *Assain: That's not what I asked. You let your feelings get to you. There is no shame in that. You were given those thoughts and feelings for a reason. Because it is our pain, our laughter, that lets us know we are truely alive. Now tell me. Do you regret being tricked or is that you weren't given the chance to kill your brother's murderer?
[17-23:26] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen : ... *pauses, thinking deeply * Both.
[17-23:28] 1d581, *Assain: Better. *chuckles softly and would again let him drink, the broth almost completely gone now*
[17-23:29] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen : *eyes the almost empty bowl as he swallows a bit, inhaling and then exhaling, slumping sideways, feeling drowsy.*
[17-23:31] e67ca, *Harrington : *At the mess hall entrance -- a rather misleading term, since it's more of a tiny little café sort of place than anything -- he pauses in order to allow her in first. Doesn't look away, since she's not too hard on the eyes either. However, concern lingers over whether the Dark Princess will slit him open should he make a wrong step.* It's been relegated to the tradition category awfully fast, our dodgery. But while I'd be lying if I denied that aggravating mystery that follows you around these halls wasn't part of my interest, I don't think they end with it.
[17-23:32] 1d581, *Assain: I think your bowl can only buy you a few more questions, hmm? *smirks slightly watching his eyelids droop, reaching out to him with the Force and siezing his head, pulling him against the white bars, releasing her hold on him as soon as his flesh makes contact though*
[17-23:34] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen : *is jerked forwads, his face slamming into the bars and he screams shrilly, jerking back from her from the pain, eyes wide as he stares at her now, completely awake, at least for now*
[17-23:35] 1d581, *Assain: *nothing about her expression suggests that she had anything to do with his falling forward, indeed quirking a questioning brow as though asking "why do you insisting on hurting yourself?". She then begins to stir the broth again, watching him closely* If given the chance, what would you do to Mr. Hethren?
[17-23:37] c88c6, *Sierra Leyanna : Well, you know, the way things go, you sometimes have to make traditions fast. Get 'em while they're hot. *Her hand slips from his arm as she moves through the door, scanning for a place to sit. Brow arches.* It doesn't? How flattering. *quirks a faint smile as she makes her way to an unoccupied table*
[17-23:37] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen : *leans back again, working to keep his eyes on her. He only suspected, but didn't know for sure * Bring him in, so that justice may be done.
[17-23:39] e67ca, *Harrington : Don't get a big head about it. *Trails after her, pulling her chair for her.* It's just to say that I figure the reasons beneath the mystery probably have equal pull. Maybe greater. *Cants his head in the direction of the counter.* What will you have?
[17-23:39] 1d581, *Assain: *she glances down at the right on her right hand, then back to him, this the only subtle hint he would get* Your lying, Mr. Aleen. I want to know what you would do...not what you've been trained to want.
[17-23:40] 1d581, *Assain: ((ring on her right hand))
[17-23:40] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen : *cringes at that, sinkikng back, shaking * I WANT to kill him. *he admits finally*
[17-23:43] c88c6, *Sierra Leyanna : *Sinks into the chair, posture perfect, a hint of regality to her movements.* Coffeine, please, with cream and sugar. Oh, and if they have any of those pastries that ooze the orange stuff...one of those, please.
[17-23:43] 1d581, *Assain: *her left eye bores hard into his, holding his gaze again with a sort of raw intensity he likely would have never seen before, at least not if he had lived most of his life in a Jedi Temple. She felt everything so strongly, suppressing herself only when she had to and even then only minimally, expierencing everything to the very brim. Her mulberry lips upturn a small smile for a moment* And what would you do to me, Mr. Aleen?
[17-23:44] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen : *frowns at the wording of the qwuestion, but states * hunt you down, and stop you from hurting anyone else again*
[17-23:45] c88c6, *Sierra Leyanna : ((Two pleases is too polite for Sierra. *removes the second*))
[17-23:47] 1d581, *Assain: *she offers the straw to him again, seeming amused by his answer* How. *her tone leaving no room for doubt that if he tried to lie to her again, she would make him suffer, that simple word holding almost as much venom as her words the other night when he had refused to tell her the "truth" about his involvement with the NR President*
[17-23:48] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen : *drinks again, feeling air bubbles rise in the straw as he readhes the bottom * I would... kill you.
[17-23:49] e67ca, *Harrington : Right away. *Saunters over pick up the requested items, as well as a black coffeine for himself. Returns momentarily, setting her drink and oozey pastry in front of her. Takes a seat.* Right, so I don't clean up around here. Your turn.
[17-23:51] 1d581, *Assain: *she takes the bowl away again, this time setting it on the table, sitting back on her hands slightly as she looks at him, blinking slowly again before finally stating* Such a limited imagination. But... I suppose I should thank you for your honesty none the less. There now...that wasn't so terrible, was it?
[17-23:52] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen : *closes his eyes, shaking his head faintly. tHen he forces his eyes open again * May I sleep?
[17-23:53] c88c6, *Sierra Leyanna : *folds her arms on the table, toying with her cup* I'm a woman of leisure. Or was, anyway...I've only recently joined the happy business family officially. *lips hint at a grin as she watches him, wondering what, if anything, he'll make of that*
[17-23:54] 1d581, *Assain: *she seems to think on this for several moments before slowly nodding.* I suppose so. *she stands and moves over to the cage, and then slowly and carefully pulls it down so that he would now be laying on his back.*
[17-23:55] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen : *blinks as he's moved back, and stares up at the ceiling, brow furrowing * ... out of the cage, maybe? *he asks hopefully.*
[17-23:57] e67ca, *Harrington : Only recently? Really... Because I know you've been around at least as long as I have, and that's quite a few years. *Lifts up his mug, sampling the bitter contents.*
[17-23:58] 1d581, *Assain: *she chuckles softly and enters in the code on the keypad at the side that would reactivate the energy sparks lining the back of the cage* Perhaps another night, Mr. Aleen. Once I'm sure you are able to truely feel gratitude for what I'll give back to you. Till then, do try not to writhe too much. You'll upset your stomach. *and with that she stands, taking the bowl and straw in hand and begins to move out of the cell*
[17-23:59] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen : *jumps at that, and a flash comes out as he slams into the front of the cage, reaactively sitting up. He screams again, sobbing as his thumping continues in the cell after she leaves...*
[18-00:01] c88c6, *Sierra Leyanna : But is that possible? I know this will completely belie my mature appearance, but if I've been around for quite a few years, that would mean I would've started being around at a fairly young age. *breaks off a piece of the pastry, popping the bite into her mouth, pleased to see a decent amount of orange stuff oozing from the break in the shell*
[18-00:02] 1d581, *Assain: *entering in the code to lock the main cell again, she leans against the glass for a moment, breathing a soft sigh as his screams return, refreshed by the broth. She then resumes work, calling one of the labratory clones to come and take away the bowl, and then post guard over Kuma to make sure he doesn't vomit, and if he does that he doesn't choke on it. Should he throw up of course, the cage would be filled with the sleeping gas again, he would be taken out of the maiden, cleaned up, fed some nutriants intravenously to replace what he'd lost, and then placed promptly back in the modified maiden*
[18-00:04] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen : *doesn't vomit, alas, albeit he coughs frequently, sobbing again as the thumping continues, violently as his limbs convulse. He's going to hae some nasty bruises.*
[18-00:04] e67ca, *Harrington : Not a lot of blue haired people around. I'm pretty sure you're the same one I've noticed in the past. I've got kind of an eye for detail... *Dryly, before his eyes shift to the pastry.* What is even in that?
[18-00:05] 1d581, *Assain: ((*slinks off bedward* Night))
[18-00:07] c88c6, *Sierra Leyanna : It's a fruit jelly of some kind. I think. I'm pretty sure, anyway...though it might actually turn out to have no nutritional value whatsoever. Care for a bite? *slides a fingertip under the dish, tilting it up again* But to return to your earlier query...yes, only recently. Really.
[18-00:07] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen : *fade to painful black*
[18-00:13] e67ca, *Harrington : *Reaches over, pulling a small bit free of the pastry, then pops it into his mouth, chewing experimentally.* Makes sense, though. My first guess was always that it was a personal relationship over a business one. *Licks a crumb free of his lip.* That wasn't so bad, by the way.
[18-00:17] c88c6, *Sierra Leyanna : Of course it's not bad. I generally have impeccable taste. *inclines her head slightly to his conclusion* It indeed makes sense, especially considering one probably wouldn't want someone in their mid-teens being part of a criminal organization. At least one that's more advanced than a neighborhood swoop gang. *lifts her cup for a long sip of coffeine*
[18-00:22] e67ca, *Harrington : Age can be deceiving. The Princess had her coupe at a far younger age than anyone would have thought she'd be able to handle everything at. *Sips his coffeine.* And I don't think you're entirely dissimilar to her.
[18-00:28] c88c6, *Sierra Leyanna : I'm flattered...I like to think she might be too, at least a little. *laughs quietly, resting back in her seat. Idly brushes a loose curl away from her eyes.* So how long have you been around? I don't recall seeing you much...more of an out-and-about person than a stay-at-home person?
[18-00:34] e67ca, *Harrington : *Arches a brow, ready to deflect the questions. But doesn't.* All right, yeah, I suppose it's only fair. I am usually out and about, yes. And not exactly making waves when I'm at home, either. I like to fly under the radar. *Watches her for a moment.* You know, I'm sure you've got the clearance to be able to look up my whole story.
[18-00:42] c88c6, *Sierra Leyanna : *pauses in lifting the cup to her lips, brows quirked. Genuinely surprised, and it shows.* Really? I didn't think about that...not very sporting, though, is it? *grins slightly, and takes her drink*
[18-00:46] e67ca, *Harrington : Well, I'm just speculating. I could be wrong, but I couldn't see it happening that you wouldn't be favoured in that regard. But no... *His expression slides into a grin.* Not very sporting at all, as it would put me at a supreme disadvantage.
[18-00:51] c88c6, *Sierra Leyanna : And wouldn't that be a shame. *sets the cup aside and tears off another piece of pastry* What would you do about that, hmm?
[18-00:54] e67ca, *Harrington : See if I couldn't change the game to something that involved a level playing field. What that would be, I don't know. I'd have to put some thought into that. *Reaches across the help himself to another piece, without asking. The cad.*
[18-00:56] c88c6, *Sierra Leyanna : You do that. Hey! *free hand darts down, lightly slapping his knuckles* Pinching my pastry...hmph... *lets him get it, though. Munches the bite.*
[18-00:57] 4029a, *Shane Coltar : *stands on the forward flight deck of the Camelot, eyes running along the length of the Requiem. Most everything is in oder; the last thing to do is to bring in the engine technicians and see what extra power they can milk out of them*
[18-00:59] e67ca, *Harrington : *His mouth drops open in a put-on shocked expression, and he tosses the pastry into his mouth.* I'd ask you what you're going to do about it, but I reckon you could have me snuffed out pretty quick. *Chews slowly, washing it down with coffeine.* You know, I still haven't caught your name.
[18-01:01] 4029a, *Shane Coltar : *moves from the flight deck to the turbolift, riding to the bridge in silence. When it arrives, he exits and moves onto the command deck* Set a course for Coruscant.
[18-01:01] 4029a, *Shane Coltar : *and they do*
[18-01:06] c88c6, *Sierra Leyanna : Death for pastry-stealing? That seems a bit extreme, even for me. Though if you'd done it first thing in the morning, you might have a right to be concerned. *tilts her head, considering him for a minute* Well, in the spirit of our newfound somewhat-honesty, I shall drop my name. Sierra.
[18-01:09] e67ca, *Harrington : Hey now, do you already have designs on seeing me first thing in the morning? So forward. I just learned your name.
[18-01:11] c88c6, *Sierra Leyanna : Pfft...certainly not. I'm just saying that it's fortunate you didn't try that in a morning, as I'm not a morning person. Don't get ahead of yourself. *takes another sip*
[18-01:16] e67ca, *Harrington : That's what you say, anyway.*Grins, leaning forward a bit, and speaks with a slight bit more sincerity.* Harrington, is what I go by. I don't have any casual acquaintances, but I'm assuming that if I did, they'd call me Harry, so you're welcome to that.
[18-01:19] c88c6, *Sierra Leyanna : All right, I'll take Harry. *nods* Much catchier than Ington any day.
[18-01:23] e67ca, *Harrington : Hm... I didn't even consider "Ington." There might be unexplored nickname potential in that one. *Considers for a moment, chewing the inside of his cheek while doing so.* Shoot me down if this question's too much, but are you... You know. *Lifts a hand, waggling his fingers as if he were conjuring something.* Force-sensitive. Like the Dark Princess. Or I should say, like we all pretend we don't know the Dark Princess is.
[18-01:25] c88c6, *Sierra Leyanna : Ingy. *grins cheekily, the expression going a bit more subtle when he asks the question.* Actually, I do happen to possess a little skill in that area. Enough to get by. *wiggles her fingers back at him, the stylus in his pocket dancing a bit in response*
[18-01:31] e67ca, *Harrington : *Startled just slightly, one hand falling against his chest, pressing down on the dancing stylus.* Oh, geez, well now I know too much about you and have completely lost interest.
[18-01:33] c88c6, *Sierra Leyanna : ...oh. *looks crestfallen* Well I guess in that case I'll just...go figure out what it is that I'm doing. And give orders for you to be beaten to a pulp for getting uninterested. *slips to her feet, absently brushing out some minute creases in the 'hem' of her shirt.*
[18-01:37] e67ca, *Harrington : *Stands up as well.* The least I can do is walk you back. And could you ask them to lay off my face? *Rubs his hand along his jawline.* I need it in reasonable shape, see. For work-related purposes.
[18-01:40] c88c6, *Sierra Leyanna : Oh, all right. If it's for the good of the company. *nudges her chair in and saunters toward the door* (("Beat, but...don't kick." "Hold the kicks. Gotcha."))
[18-01:44] e67ca, *Harrington : ...I can see why she's welcomed you into the fold. *Admires her A+ sauntering for a moment before trailing after.*
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[18-02:36] fee26, *Tialos Hethren : ((Hmm.. ))
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[18-14:18] d9b45, 'Traci: *dances around by herself*
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[18-16:08] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : so.bored.
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[18-16:18] 5cf8f, 'Emi: me too
[18-16:30] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : So bored I could die.
[18-16:30] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : Die.
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[18-18:41] bbd38, Get a Name!: J!
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[18-18:41] bbd38, Get a Name!: come back!
[18-19:00] bbd38, Get a Name!: hehe. THIS INSTANT! *stomp*
[18-19:26] bbd38, Get a Name!: or if not. where is mazz? i need to talk to one of 'em. >_<
[18-19:51] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : *Sits, cross-legged, in the Coruscanti Jedi Temple. Hands outstretched, the creature meditates...in the background, music can be heard...a somber, ringing tune, created no doubt by some ancient harp-esque instrument*
[18-19:52] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : *Just thought he'd randomly post.*
[18-19:55] 1d581, *Assain: ((I should do that very thing with Cassius.))
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[18-19:57] 84b0e, Havoc: ((Rawr!!))
[18-19:58] 84b0e, Havoc: *Randomly posts too, so he fits in.*
[18-19:58] 1d581, *Assain: ((*blink blink.* No way. BeSeen Havoc?))
[18-19:58] 84b0e, Havoc: ((Oh yes. Beseen. Star Network. You name it... I am he.))
[18-19:59] 1d581, *Assain: ((L GD, LTNS.))
[18-19:59] 84b0e, Havoc: ((Yea. No doubt'a bout it... Years.))
[18-20:00] 1d581, *Assain: ((Easily. How have you been?))
[18-20:00] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((Or you could RP with Nyevin trying to find Kuma. Nyevin would be likely to investigate a missing Jedi, but without you to intermediate, I can't really RP it..))
[18-20:00] 84b0e, Havoc: ((Wierd that I choose now to login. Planets must have aligned... or something.))
[18-20:00] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((And welcome, Havoc. It's good to see you again.))
[18-20:00] 84b0e, Havoc: ((Hows Maggie? Bwhaha.))
[18-20:01] 84b0e, Havoc: ((Yea, Maggrig. Word to your mommy.))
[18-20:01] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((Indeed...))
[18-20:01] 1d581, *Assain: ((Beats me. Haven't talked to her in almost 2 years too))
[18-20:03] 84b0e, Havoc: ((Ah. Well. That's the trend of things, I suppose.))
[18-20:04] 84b0e, Havoc: ((So... yea. Anyone ever come here? Or... anywhere anymore? I'm guessing the long-time veterans don't? ))
[18-20:04] 1d581, *Assain: ((And yeah, I can see a telecommunication thing going on between Nyevin and Assain, if you like. She isn't in a set location now though, just cruising))
[18-20:05] 1d581, *Assain: ((You'd be surprised, man. Allot of vets are on PJJ in one incarnation or another))
[18-20:07] 84b0e, Havoc: ((Yeah? Hmph. Too bad I don't know anyone anymore. My cousin doesn't come either, I guess. I just drop in and out.. but it's been a few months since...))
[18-20:07] 84b0e, Havoc: ((You though. I don't remember you even just making random pop-ins.))
[18-20:10] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((We should probably wait for Kuma, though. Unless you know stuff about him that Nyevin would be apt to find out, like when he left the academy, and the whole story of how he came into your presence, for Nyevin to find out bits and pieces of.))
[18-20:11] 1d581, *Assain: ((Yeah, I dropped out of the SW universe for a while. *Nyevin* Don't know when he left the academy, cause he was with Tialos for a while before me))
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[18-20:12] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((*idly wonders if she's a veteran yet*))
[18-20:13] 1d581, *Assain: ((Oh I think so, Sileen))
[18-20:13] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((Woo!))
[18-20:13] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((Oh, that's right. Yes, I think there's apt to be lots of preliminary work to be done unless someone contacts the Jedi first.))
[18-20:14] 10d25, *Mavei : (( ))
[18-20:14] 84b0e, Havoc: ((When its hard to remember a time when you weren't around... you're a Veteran. Yea. You get medals too.))
[18-20:14] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((Medals? Where's MY freaking medals?
[18-20:15] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ))
[18-20:15] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((All I ever got was feeling old :( ))
[18-20:16] 84b0e, Havoc: (( Here... made this one for ya, ***[][][]*** See? It's um. It's a medal.))
[18-20:16] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((Tch. Better than not being considered a vet at all.))
[18-20:16] 1d581, *Assain: ((LOL And I'm planning on having them come back to Coruscant soonish, so much fun should be had then. Not exactly sure when though))
[18-20:18] 1d581, *Assain: ((It's still so odd knowing that I've been playing the same character for...almost 10 years now. *pets Assain*))
[18-20:19] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((o/ *hugs Havoc* Thanks! :D ))
[18-20:20] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((I have no idea how old Mavei and Sileen are anymore))
[18-20:20] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((Started Sileen during my freshmen year though... hm...))
[18-20:20] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((Wow... 7 years I think?))
[18-20:21] 84b0e, Havoc: ((It makes me want to cry, Assain...))
[18-20:21] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((Doesn't seem that long..))
[18-20:22] 84b0e, Havoc: ((The Beseen chat was the first online "community" I was really apart of... That was, hm... 6th-7th grade? I'm a Sophomore in college now. Bwhahah.))
[18-20:22] 84b0e, Havoc: ((...Maybe a Junior this semester? Whatt'a I know.))
[18-20:23] 1d581, *Assain: ((*s* Dude I know what you mean. *hugs for Havoc* And all that shit you and Maggs went through. And yeah, I remember starting Assain off in IRC rooms, I think, maybe Yahoo! and then found place where the pervs weren't in excess...or were at least more subtle about it))
[18-20:24] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((Been playing Jek'ek a good 5 or so.))
[18-20:24] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((Hehehe))
[18-20:25] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((Assain: You mean there are good SW rooms on IRC?))
[18-20:26] 84b0e, Havoc: ((Yea. Normal chats were full of perverse, adolescent, internet man-whores... A Star Wars chat, on the other hand, .... guys who have never seen girls. So, we respect them..))
[18-20:28] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((O_o))
[18-20:28] 1d581, *Assain: ((No, there wasn't/aren't, but that's where I started before moving to BeSeen.))
[18-20:30] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((*whispers* I'm a kitty))
[18-20:33] 84b0e, Havoc: /img http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/Dayron/Tank2.jpg
[18-20:33] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((It's /image.))
[18-20:33] 84b0e, Havoc: ((Aww. Messed it up. Anyway, you said kitty... and it made me excited to show my big, fat-ass kitty.))
[18-20:34] 84b0e, Havoc: ((I thought the name "Tank" set well... ))
[18-20:34] 84b0e, Havoc: ((Can't see him well in there. And he blinked. Damnit.))
[18-20:36] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : Kitty!!
[18-20:36] 1d581, *Assain: ((LOL))
[18-20:37] 84b0e, Havoc: ((Remember Loki? a.k.a. Wrath? a.k.a. Cyclops... a.k.a.... who knows?))
[18-20:40] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((Vaguely))
[18-20:40] 1d581, *Assain: ((Loki Firestorm? Last I saw him was...damn, 3 or 4 years))
[18-20:43] 84b0e, Havoc: ((Yea. Him. He's my cousin.... 5 years younger or so. Has more facial hair than me. ))
[18-20:44] 1d581, *Assain: ((I think I remember that. You two being related that is. I can't remember my own birthday most of the time and yet for some reason I remember chat events...*is such a loser*))
[18-20:46] 84b0e, Havoc: ((Hahah. Yea. Sometimes my chat memories are more vivid than real life... Alright... maybe not.))
[18-20:46] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((*snicker*))
[18-20:49] 1d581, *Assain: ((*ponders early bed*))
[18-20:51] 84b0e, Havoc: ((Beddy bed. Rawr.))
[18-20:51] 84b0e, Havoc: ((Another 5+ years, Assain? See you then.))
[18-20:53] 1d581, *Assain: ((*salutes* It shall be done. Or you could have lurk here. I'm becoming a frequent haunt again))
[18-20:55] 84b0e, Havoc: ((Hm. I'll try and remember to come around... just to do the same. Bwhaha. Float around... all omnipotent-like. Or pretending to be.))
[18-20:56] 1d581, *Assain: ((*cameo before slinking out*)) *she continues to tinker away on the motion sensor laser devices, having a few of the clones rewire the Cube Room to accommodate these new devices. She hopes that these would be as successful as the collar and the modified iron maiden. The thought had occurred to her more then once to dedicate this whole line of disciplinary devices to Kuma, as he was the inspiration for most of them. The trick wasn’t so much getting the devices to actually fire, as it was that they would just fire at organic material. She would have hated to have to replace these because they kept firing on each other. She glances every now and then to Kuma’s cell, his sobbing whimpers bringing a strange sort of peace to her that she hadn’t felt in quite some time.*
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[18-20:57] 1d581, *Assain: ((Night. I may BBL if I can't sleep.))
[18-21:00] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((See ya, Assain))
[18-21:01] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : *By now he knows that one of the padawans is missing, but can't yet place the face with a name...he sits now at a terminal in whatever passes for the Jedi library, tapping away at the keys as he goes through a run-down of all the students, knights, and masters at the academy*
[18-21:01] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : (('Night Assain.))
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[18-21:30] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ((... Llaaaamaaaa!))
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[18-21:38] bbd38, Get a Name!: dude. did i miss havoc? :/
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[18-21:40] bbd38, Get a Name!: gah. *goes off to kill more daemites*
[18-21:40] f10a5, Get a Name!: Daemites?
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[18-21:50] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: *Glows*
[18-21:59] bbd38, Get a Name!: yah. playing bloodrayne.
[18-22:00] bbd38, Get a Name!: i want a fiber optic snowman.
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[18-22:08] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: They're for sale. I have one next to my door.
[18-22:09] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: Is BloodRayne a good game? I heard it was kinda...not.
[18-22:09] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: Then again...my information usually comes from jackasses.
[18-22:14] bbd38, Get a Name!: it's really bloody. :D
[18-22:14] bbd38, Get a Name!: i like it. but then i like violent games.
[18-22:15] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: Did you like Manhunt?
[18-22:15] bbd38, Get a Name!: never played it.
[18-22:16] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: Don't.
[18-22:16] bbd38, Get a Name!: *L* why's that?
[18-22:18] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: Horrible game.
[18-22:18] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: Tons of gore, however.
[18-22:18] bbd38, Get a Name!: gore is good
[18-22:19] bbd38, Get a Name!: awesome stress relief.
[18-22:20] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: I agree.
[18-22:27] bbd38, Get a Name!: either that or loud music.
[18-22:30] bbd38, Get a Name!: *pissed* i know it's cliche. but damnit! my brother is a bottomless pit! *hungry. and there's no food in the house!*
[18-22:31] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: You should go get some. Unless you can't drive. In which case...that sucks.
[18-22:33] bbd38, Get a Name!: of course i can drive. i just don't want to.
[18-22:34] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: Ah. Lazy. Got it.
[18-22:34] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: =)
[18-22:35] bbd38, Get a Name!: nah. i don't want to limp down the stairs to my car.
[18-22:35] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: I guess it is kinda late. Where I am, that is.
[18-22:36] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: Limp? You hurt?
[18-22:36] bbd38, Get a Name!: yus. i fell over a pile-up of junk at work and bruised my hip.
[18-22:37] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: Haha...
[18-22:37] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: I mean...that sucks.
[18-22:40] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: Why'd you fall over a bunch of junk?
[18-22:40] bbd38, Get a Name!: i know. it sounds like i was all 'i've fallen and i can't get up!'
[18-22:40] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: That's pretty much what I had pictured.
[18-22:41] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: Unless you worked in some sort of recycling center...then I would imagine you'd be in alot of pain.
[18-22:42] bbd38, Get a Name!: no. i threw this beanbag chair on the floor to get it out of my way....and turned around a bit later, forgot it was there and went to step over it...couldn't pick my leg up because my hip froze...and i had to sit down quickly or hit a metal corner.
[18-22:43] bbd38, Get a Name!: what's more painful about a recycling center? and it's not a surface bruise it's tissue.
[18-22:43] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: ...Your hip froze? Were you attacked by Mr. Freeze or do you have joint problems?
[18-22:45] bbd38, Get a Name!: i don't usually. i just do alot of repetitive motions and sometimes i just get all sore and stiff. that and the weather was changing so it was one big ow.
[18-22:46] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: A recycling center? Well, if you fell into a bunch of junk at a recycling center I would imagine there'd be glass and pointy things abound...ing.
[18-22:47] bbd38, Get a Name!: i thought they had that stuff in bins?
[18-22:47] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: It has to turn into a pile somewhere along the line.
[18-22:47] bbd38, Get a Name!: ...true. and then get shredded or melted.
[18-22:50] bbd38, Get a Name!: melting plastic is fun!
[18-22:50] bbd38, Get a Name!: with a blowtorch.
[18-22:50] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: Hah. Fire dangerous.
[18-22:51] bbd38, Get a Name!: fire good.
[18-22:51] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: Not for a snowman.
[18-22:52] bbd38, Get a Name!: i've never heard a snowman say it was afraid of fire.
[18-22:53] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: Did you ever ask?
[18-22:53] bbd38, Get a Name!: no. but you're not really a snowman. :P
[18-22:55] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: True, but that's besides the point.
[18-22:57] bbd38, Get a Name!: no it's not. it means you're afraid of it.
[18-22:57] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: I'm not afraid of it. I'm saying it's dangerous.
[18-22:58] bbd38, Get a Name!: only if you're careless. smoky the bear will maul you if you're careless.
[18-22:59] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: Many things will maul you if you're careless.
[18-22:59] bbd38, Get a Name!: ...true
[18-23:00] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: I'm starting to get hungry.
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[18-23:01] bbd38, Get a Name!: thinking about smoky the bear?
[18-23:02] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: Makes me think of steak.
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[18-23:02] bbd38, Get a Name!: i want one of those toasted sammiches. with roast beef and stuff.
[18-23:07] bbd38, Get a Name!: *still needs to talk to mazz....beh. goes to bed*
[18-23:07] bbd38, Get a Name!: 'night!
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[18-23:07] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: Sleep tight.
[18-23:09] 353aa, ºV : If someone sees Allen, tell him I'm sorry, but Ive been busy with work. Retail is a bitch at Xmas.
[18-23:10] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: I would imagine. What're the hot games this year V? I haven't been paying close attention.
[18-23:12] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: <(-_-)>
[18-23:17] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: <(^.^<)
[18-23:17] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: (>^.^)>
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[18-23:23] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: Hey Assain.
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[18-23:24] 1d581, *Assain: ((*wave wave to F-OS and Kuma*))
[18-23:26] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: It's Owl...I just can't remember my password.
[18-23:28] 1d581, *Assain: ((L Ah, cool. Nice temp))
[18-23:30] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: Like it? I took it from a Christmas decoration I have in my house.
[18-23:31] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *his body writehes slowly within the small confines of the Iron Maiden. He was loosing energy, despair and exhaustion setting in... he couldnt' help but move from the shocks, trying to limit his body touchign the back, but there was no releif for the padawan from the pain, none at all. For the past few hours he hasn't even been aware of anything, his voice a weak croak, having faded long ago from the screams. All he knew now was the constant haze of pain.*
[18-23:31] 1d581, *Assain: ((LOL r0x0r We don't have X-Mas decorations @ my house. *silly Jews*))
[18-23:32] f10a5, Fiber-Optic Snowman: lol
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[18-23:37] 1d581, *Assain: *having finally completed another dozen of the motion sensor laser devices she finally sits up from the magnifying glass, popping her neck as she sets down the soldering iron, the 10 gauged piercings through the flesh of her wrist hot from the sparks. Kuma had been quiet for some time now. She had hoped he hadn’t ruptured his throat, but it really wouldn’t have surprised her. She moves over to the cell, her footfalls soft against the floor as she opens the glass door and moves to the maiden. Kneeling down she peels in through the white bars at Kuma’s exhausted form, her left eye soft as she looks him up and down for several moments before speaking* Well…have you enjoyed your rest, Mr. Aleen?
[18-23:40] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *he snaps out of it, staring up at her, going still, before the pain returns and he moves more * Please... tell me... what do I do... to make this stop... please...
[18-23:41] 1d581, *Assain: *she slowly quirks her head to the side, blinking slowly before her left eye finds his again* Tell me your first name.
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[18-23:43] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *grunts a bit, snapping side to side violently. He's covered in bruises, and sweat, the smell of despair rising from him *K... Kuma...
[18-23:45] 1d581, *Assain: *she reaches to the keypad and types in the code to turn off the back sensors, allowing him his first moment of true piece in over 12 hours.*
[18-23:50] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *slumps immediately back, panting, trembling. He couldnt' even feel his body anymore, and he faded in and out of conciousness, but fought to keep awake. * th... thank you...
[18-23:53] 1d581, *Assain: *she smiles softly* Now you're beginning to sound as though you were truely grateful. But you can't sleep...not yet. Unless of course, you really want to die. *quirks a questioning brow, wondering if he thinks himself so desperately lost now that he wants to die*
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[18-23:54] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *opens his red eyes, looking at her blearily * I am so tired... I need sleep... I cannot go on like ethis...
[19-00:00] 1d581, *Assain: But you must. *this said almost encouragingly as kneels next to the maiden, her left hand hovering over the white bars* However do you expect to kill me...if you can't even take a little pain? *she lays her hand down completely flat against the bars before curling her fingers around one and grasping it, the elecrticty sparking, the scent of burning flesh filling the cell as she grits her teeth, her left eye twitching slightly.*
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[19-00:01] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *jumps at this, reflexively and pulls his head back, watching her, eyes wide as she does this. He trembles constantly, nostrils flaring at the smell . * I... cannot kill you at all... if I am too tired to move... *he rasps * Please... what must I do... I want this to end..
[19-00:07] 1d581, *Assain: *she releases the bar after he finishes, her breathing slower, more concentrated. She looks at the charred flesh of her left palm and slowly flexes her fingers, a soft moan escaping her before she looks back to Kuma, or rather looks down at him, the way someone would look at something truely disgusting* End? we've only just begun, Mr. Aleen. *she massages her palm with her right thumb, the black flesh flaking off and sizzling against the bars* But...Do you really want this to end? *she grins slightly*
[19-00:09] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *shudders again, closign his eyes, but he works again to avoid passing out, although the blackness beckoned * Yes... I want it to end... I want to be at peace... to sleep... to be painless.
[19-00:15] 1d581, *Assain: Then earn it. *she flexes her fingers again, more of the black flesh flaking off her palm and fingers, her fingers beginning to gain a bit more flexability. Pink flesh, like scar tissue, shows in cracks under the black skin.* I can help you, Mr. Aleen. I can help you be painless. I can show you peace. And I can promise you the most satisfying sleep you've ever had. But only if you truely want it. If not...things it will be much more difficult. *she leans closer to the bars, her face only about an inch as she reaches out to him with the Force, siezing his throat in that infamous grip, choking him before she whispers* I can make this last forever...
[19-00:16] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *grugles at this, starting to struggle again, out of reflex, albeit it was very weak struggles as he opens his eyes, staring up at her in horror. * I... Urk... I... *he rasps, his mind in turmoil* How...?
[19-00:17] 1d581, *Assain: *she leans back again and releases her hold on his throat* What was that? I'm afraid I didn't quite hear you
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[19-00:18] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *coughs, panting heavily, laying still for a few minutes * How ... do yo intend... to show me?
[19-00:21] 1d581, *Assain: That's my little secret. You'll find out, if you accept my hand. If not, then I'll spare no expense in making sure you regret every moment of your life. I'll even push back mortality, just so that you discover every inch of ever corner of despair.
[19-00:22] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *shudders at that, suspecting what she may have in mind * I... do not want to... make a hasty decision... please, let me sleep, outside of this cage, and think on it...
[19-00:25] 1d581, *Assain: *she quirks a brow at this before smiling softly again.* Very well...I'll let you sleep. Outside the maiden. But you will still be restrained, of course.
[19-00:26] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: Laying down?
[19-00:28] 1d581, *Assain: *she nods* I swear on the blood of my own. But you have to promise to behave. If you try to fight against me I will never grant you a moment of kindess again, understand?
[19-00:30] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: I will not misbehave... I promise...
[19-00:32] 1d581, *Assain: For you sake, I do hope not. *she enters in the code and turns off the bars, the electricity fading to white noise before fading completely. She extends her left hand to him, as though to help him up*
[19-00:32] 1d581, *Assain: ((not=so...*eyes bad phrasing*))
[19-00:33] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *hestiates, but takes it, his own pale, shaky and weak as he pulls carefully to get himself out, his limbs refusing to work properly, so numbed by pain*
[19-00:36] 1d581, *Assain: *she lifts him easily out of the maiden, her grip on his hand surpsingly gentle, her flesh flaking off into his hand as she wraps her left arm about his waist to support him, and begins to lead him out of the cell, seeing as his bed had been removed and the only other place to sleep would have been in the maiden or under the table*
[19-00:37] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *slumps, stumbling, but tries not to, blinking rapidly as he is nodding off, but refuses to fall asleep, more or less being led by Assain*
[19-00:39] 1d581, *Assain: *she leads him over to one of the padded opperating tables, and lays him down, placeing his hands in the hand restraints, which are literally hand shapped cages that lock just above the heel of the thumb, then locking his ankles with the shackles. Once she's sure the codes are entered in properly she reaches above him and dims down the opperation light.* Better?
[19-00:41] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *blinks at this, almost resisting, but remembers her words. He starts to get that bad feeling again * ... Y.. Yes... *he states hesitantly, knowing she had to be up to something...*
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[19-00:46] 1d581, *Assain: *she nods and then moves off.* Good. *there is a slight rustling sound from behind him, though he wouldn't be kept in the dark for long. When she returns, she wheels an IV over, a bag of fluid resting on the tray attached to the pole. She rolls up the 3/4 sleeve of his bodysuit to expose the bend of his arm before wrapping a tourniquet at his bicep and thumbing a vein up, all of this done with the same professional air she usually held towards him*
[19-00:47] 1d581, *Assain: ((thumping))
[19-00:47] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *watches this and asks * what is this? *in wary tones, eyeing the bag curiously*
[19-00:51] 1d581, *Assain: A sort of modified saline solution. You are terribly dehydrated. *she attaches the needle, possibly a 12 gauge, to the thin tube, then screws the tube to the bag of solution before very gently inserting the needle into his vein. Tapping the needle in place she hangs the bag up on the pole and starts the solution drip* You'll likely get a metallic taste in the back of your mouth but that should pass soon
[19-00:53] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *flinches at the needle, shuddering as he makes himself lay still. He started to feel drowsy now that he wscalming down * O... okay...
[19-00:56] 1d581, *Assain: *making sure the needle is secure, she locks the wheels of the pole in place, and moves off again. What sounds like unlocking would again be heard behind him, and just as before, he isn't kept in the dark long. When she returns she holds a tray with seven thin pipets, the pipes filled partially with fluid, but mostly with squirming black things, one for each tube. She sets the tray holding the pipets on the tray attached to the IV and picks up one of the pipets, wiggling it around, irritating whatever was in the pipe*
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[19-00:59] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *stares at the tubes, and the black things in disgust and horror * ... what are those....?
[19-01:04] 1d581, *Assain: *she smiles softly and shakes the tube again* Mortuus Phylum...Blood Worms. I came upon them quite accidentally. Facinating creatures. They look fat, don't they? But in reality they are quite thin and long, with little soft barbed feet to help them move about. *glances back down to him before attaching another needle into the soft top of the pipet, inserting the needle into the part of the IV where other medicines would usually be injected. She thumps the pipet several times, the fluid sloshing around before finally the worm uncurls and begins to snake down the needle, then snake down into the IV attached to Kuma*
[19-01:04] 1d581, *Assain: ((*kicks out Blood and inserts Dead*))
[19-01:05] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *stares at this, and bucks, suddenly, trying to wriggle free * Dont put those in me! What will they do? 8he states, layign still, lacking the energy to struggle for long*
[19-01:12] 1d581, *Assain: Well...I'm not sure exactly...You see, I've never found these in a live host before...hence the name dead worm. But I'm pretty sure they won't do anything. *the worm continues to slide down the large needle. Once the body enters Kuma's veins it's terribly obvious, the vein itself protruding slightly*
[19-01:12] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *shudder at the sensation, body twitchign as he tenses his arm, trying to keep the worm out * Dont... get it out... *he states, sounding a little bit ill*
[19-01:17] 1d581, *Assain: I am a scientist, Mr. Aleen...surely you don't expect me to throw away this opportunity to see how a living host reacts to them, and vice versa. They will come out...but not yet. *the first worm finishes it's way down the needle and into his body, the worm itself about 4 1/2 inches long as it snakes down through his veins. She then proceeds to insert another one*
[19-01:18] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *closes his eyes, shuddeing again as he feels it there, under his skin, moving around and groans a bit, wriggling and squirming * I... I dont feel good... please... take them out... *
[19-01:20] 1d581, *Assain: I'm sorry to hear that, we still have three more to go. I can only imagine how sick you'll feel then. *this said rather offhandedly as she watches the second worm slide into his body*
[19-01:21] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *he groans again, shuddering as he pulls on his hands and feet, deperately * I... I can't sleep like this... Please... *he sobs again, one moving up his neck, then back down, looking disgusting.*
[19-01:23] 1d581, *Assain: I suppose you're not really as exhausted as you thought then. And stop moving so much...I have no idea if these little buggers can rupture veins or not...I don't think they can, but you never know. *she chuckles softly. And fade as she feeds the other worms into his veins and then goes back to making more of the motion sensor devices*
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[19-02:44] abfc3, Thê•Pháñ†øm•Spêç†rê: *a tall imposing figure dressed in a long, dark cloak and hood hiding his face calmly enters the cantina doorway, striding past the other patrons, paying them no mind*
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[19-09:14] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Heh.. special characters are so 1997. :P
[19-09:19] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : W00t. *Reads Memory/BeSeen.*
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[19-09:35] 61c38, *RiaBear: OMG... *reads Memory/BeSeen too!*
[19-09:36] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Yay..
[19-09:39] 61c38, *RiaBear: *fascinated*
[19-09:41] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : I've read it before, it's like 2 years old.. but there's new posts I haven't seen.
[19-09:43] 61c38, *RiaBear: I should check this Memory thingy more often.
[19-09:44] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Post one yourself! :)
[19-09:46] 61c38, *RiaBear: I may have, a long time ago. It's actually been so long that I don't remember much about BeSeen at all.
[19-09:50] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Yeah.. :
[19-09:54] 61c38, *RiaBear: *just now reads the poll and falls over laughing*
[19-09:54] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : It's pretty crazy that a bunch of people are still around from that time, after all this time
[19-09:56] 61c38, *RiaBear: It's been about 7 years for me, now. 8 for other people?
[19-09:57] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Yeah, I don't know really.. some people say The Cantina started in 1996, others 1997.. I personally believe it's from '97.
[19-09:59] 61c38, *RiaBear: All I know is that when I came in, around the summer of '97, there'd already been people chatting for a while, and the silly system of newbies, regs, and vets was in place.
[19-10:02] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Yeah I found it around that time too..
[19-10:09] 61c38, *RiaBear: Really? I thought you'd been around much longer than me.
[19-10:10] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Nope.. I think I first peeked in around April 1997. Then started going as SeaBlue in September.. I remember that because my mom once videotaped around the house, and films me sitting infront of the computer chatting at The Cantina. :D
[19-10:13] 61c38, *RiaBear: *LOL* That's wonderful! *pause* 7 years. When I started chatting, I was in junior high, and now I'm a college sophomore. I never really thought about it before, but it's been a long time. Maybe that's why I can't bring myself to leave this place for good, no matter how busy I get.
[19-10:15] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Yeah.. I just realized that I spent the better part of my teenage years here. :P Well, I was MIA a few years while I was in high school, I think.
[19-10:16] 61c38, *RiaBear: I can almost imagine us all having children years from now and bringing them here to chat.
[19-10:16] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : God no.. :
[19-10:16] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Well actually.. remember SilverSun and littlejawa? They actually got married and had a child.
[19-10:17] 61c38, *RiaBear: Hmm... The child should be of reading and writing age by now, I imagine. They should bring it here. :)
[19-10:18] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Hahah..
[19-10:20] 61c38, *RiaBear: At the very least, I intend to educate my children in all things Star Wars. Probably. Maybe. I might teach them to read first.
[19-10:21] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Oh, if this was exactly 1 year ago, we could have met. I was in New York at this time last year. :D
[19-10:23] 61c38, *RiaBear: Why aren't you here now? Come visit! But next week. This week, I have finals.
[19-10:24] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : I can't afford that. :(((
[19-10:26] 61c38, *RiaBear: Meh. Money. I hate money.
[19-10:26] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Where exactly do you live in NYC? We stayed somewhere on the upper west side.
[19-10:27] 61c38, *RiaBear: Oh, I don't live in Manhattan. I'm in the south of Brooklyn.
[19-10:28] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Ahh ok.. I don't think we ever left Manhattan. We were only there for about 1 week.
[19-10:30] 61c38, *RiaBear: There's no real reason to leave Manhattan, unless you're visiting someone. Brooklyn is mostly residential, with a few museums and parks.
[19-10:33] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : I want to come back there sometime.. but this time at the summer.
[19-10:34] 61c38, *RiaBear: Hahaha, yes. NYC + cold = not so great. But then again, NYC + summer = sometimes smelly.
[19-10:35] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Nah it was still great.. the clima is pretty much the same as the one we have here.
[19-10:37] 61c38, *RiaBear: I'm surprised that it's mid-December and it hasn't snowed here yet. But they say a snowstorm might be coming tomorrow, so we'll see.
[19-10:38] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : It snowed a bit here today and yesterday. Snow is nice as long as you don't have to go anywhere. :)
[19-10:40] MSG: Kuma Aleen sent a message to Narrator.
[19-10:40] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((rar))
[19-10:41] 61c38, *RiaBear: Yes. If it snows on Thursday, I will be very, very, very upset, as I have to move out of my dorm room and bring all my stuff back home. However, after Thursday, the snow can... um... snow all it wants.
[19-10:41] 61c38, *RiaBear: *waves to Kuma*
[19-10:41] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Hi Kuma..
[19-10:46] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((what's up?
[19-10:46] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Nothing.. about to have dinner. You?
[19-10:47] 61c38, *RiaBear: Dinner? Oh, yes, the silly time zone thing. It's not even noon here yet.
[19-10:47] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Hehe yup.. 6 hour difference.
[19-10:48] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((One part is wondering if i'm being too mean to Kuma, while the other wants chicken for breakfast))
[19-10:48] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Chicken for breakfast? :/
[19-10:49] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((Yeah.))
[19-10:50] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Sounds.. weird.
[19-10:50] 61c38, *RiaBear: There's no such thing as being too mean to your characters. That's the fun of it. And chicken for breakfast sounds like a really, really bad idea for your tummy.
[19-10:52] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((it is?__
[19-10:55] 61c38, *RiaBear: If you just woke up, I don't think you're stomach's ready for heavy food yet.
[19-10:56] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((hm... okay.
[19-10:59] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((what would you reccomend?))
[19-10:59] 61c38, *RiaBear: Hehe. I think I'll just change my handle to Miss Nutritionist now.
[19-11:00] 61c38, *RiaBear: I'd start with soem carbohydrates -- cereal, toast, maybe a bagel. If you aren't as horrifically lazy as I am, you can make eggs. And then save the chicken for lunch.
[19-11:00] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Hahah..
[19-11:00] 61c38, *RiaBear: And soem = some, of course.
[19-11:01] 61c38, *RiaBear: And you, Sea? What are you having for dinner? *taps foot, waiting to evaluate* :P :P
[19-11:03] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Oh.. something Danish.. it's like meatballs, only a lot bigger and not as dry.
[19-11:04] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((Hee... Hm... I hate toast, at least not with marshmallow paste... can'tstand cereal, no bagels...*
[19-11:04] 61c38, *RiaBear: Ooooh, meatball-type-things. I think I know what you're talking about, too. My mother makes a similar dish, but with chicken, and sometimes she puts rice in it.
[19-11:05] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : I like Italian food the best though.. :)
[19-11:05] 61c38, *RiaBear: *ponders Kuma* Marshmallow paste? Isn't that just pure sugar? Sprinkle some sugar on your toast, and you'll be fine. :P
[19-11:06] 61c38, *RiaBear: I like Indian food best, even though it's not very good for my tummy.
[19-11:06] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((Probably is... Delicious with butter))
[19-11:07] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Yup, Indian is good too
[19-11:07] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : And Mexican.
[19-11:07] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((maybe I'll get some chinese food))
[19-11:08] JOIN: Sileen Tenlae has entered.
[19-11:08] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : I heard chinese food.. *looks around*
[19-11:09] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : I have yet to have had some really good Chinese food.. I had some that was ok when I was in New York
[19-11:09] 61c38, *RiaBear: Chinese food for breakfast? I think you're moving away from healthy again. ;)
[19-11:09] 61c38, *RiaBear: Hi Sileen!
[19-11:09] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : We got a place around here called "WEst of Hunan". Excellent chinese food
[19-11:09] 61c38, *RiaBear: There's good Chinese food in the City, if you known where to look. Take-out is definitely not the thing to do for quality food.
[19-11:09] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : Hi Ria!
[19-11:09] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Where is here? :P
[19-11:10] 61c38, *RiaBear: Meh. known=know
[19-11:11] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : I'm not telling! I might get stalked again <.< >.> Though it's in Missouri, and it's near St. Louis...
[19-11:11] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : I wouldn't be a very good stalker.. and besides, I live on the other side of the planet :D
[19-11:12] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Haha.. who stalked you in the first place?
[19-11:12] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : No good chinese food for you then! Mweeeheheheeee
[19-11:12] 61c38, *RiaBear: *stalks Sileen!*
[19-11:12] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : Well, they didn't really stalk me. It was more a goofy thing.
[19-11:12] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : GAH! *tackles Ria*
[19-11:12] 61c38, *RiaBear: I mean... *shifty-eyes* I'm not stalking anyone. Nope. Not one person. *tackled* ...Meep!
[19-11:13] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : I remember some stalker thing back on BeSeen.. what was her name.. Haley! Well she got stalked by some weirdo called Surfer Dude
[19-11:13] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : *throws Ria in the closet and locks it from the outside* HA!
[19-11:13] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : That was freaky.. anyways dinner BBL.
[19-11:13] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : Creepy
[19-11:14] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : No, no one's truely stalked me... well, from over the internet, anyway.
[19-11:14] 61c38, *RiaBear: *calls from locked closet* Bye, Sea! Enjoy dinner. :)
[19-11:14] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((bleh. I dont know what I want then... I dont Have any meatballs available at the Mall...
[19-11:14] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : *shoves some food and water under the door for Ria*
[19-11:15] 61c38, *RiaBear: I've been vaguely sorta kinda stalked, but also not from online. ...Except that one time Justin posted the address of the intersection a few blocks from where I live, right in open chat.
[19-11:15] 61c38, *RiaBear: Mmm, food. *munch munch munch* *ponders Kuma* You're at the mall?
[19-11:16] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((I have this guy who has a crush on me. I hate him, he's an annoying little git who twinks, uses OOC information Icly and harasses people for TS. I've banned him from my games, avoided him at all costs, and he still likes me. WTFIUWT?
[19-11:16] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((yean I work there. Maybe I'll just skip breakfast and have lunch later on))
[19-11:16] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ... .... Kuma's a girl?
[19-11:17] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((OOcly, yes.))
[19-11:17] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((why do you think Allen always calls me 'she' instead of he ICly accidentally?
[19-11:17] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : Learn something new everyday :D
[19-11:18] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : *L* I thought Allen was just drunk or something
[19-11:18] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((Anyways, off to work. I'll pick up something light at work. Or just buy popcorn chicken and nibble during the morning))
[19-11:18] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((Could be that too))
[19-11:18] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : Seeee yaaaaaa!!
[19-11:19] 61c38, *RiaBear: Bye Kuma!
[19-11:19] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : *shoves some cookies under the door for Ria*
[19-11:19] 61c38, *RiaBear: Cookie! Cookiecookiecookiecoooooooooookie! *eats!* *and drags Sileen IC?*
[19-11:20] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : GAH! *latches to OOC* Crikey! She's trying to eat me! ... Um.. who ya want? All I got here is old school Sileen, or Mavei
[19-11:23] 61c38, *RiaBear: If you bring Sileen IC, I can practice being sweet, non-heartbroken Niamh again. Or was she heartbroken here, too?
[19-11:23] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : I think Niamh was heart broken here
[19-11:24] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : *scratches head* Thought this was the first chat she got heart broken in
[19-11:25] 61c38, *RiaBear: Ohh, right, when the Jedi died. Well, that's not as bad as being cheated on with a man. Okay, so Niamh can be kinda cold but mostly kind.
[19-11:26] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : Are you sure about this? We might fill the chat with so much sweetness and light anyone happening to look in with go on a sugar rush. Either that, or I'll go into seizures
[19-11:28] 61c38, *RiaBear: Well, it's up to you. If you wanna be Mavei and pick on Niamh, that works too.
[19-11:28] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Kuma's a girl?
[19-11:29] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : ...Ooo... *rubs chin* Been awhile since I visciously mocked anyone.
[19-11:29] 10d25, *Sileen Tenlae : *snickers at SeaBlue* Nope, she's a cross dresser
[19-11:29] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : I've been calling her "dude" for a while.. hah.
[19-11:30] 10d25, *Mavei : ((Brb. Going to toss a pizza in the oven... feel free to post first and set the scene, Ria))
[19-11:30] 61c38, *RiaBear: Omg, omg, will Sea go IC with us, too>
[19-11:31] 61c38, *Niamh : ((It's been so long... *tests Niamh-suit*))
[19-11:31] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Well.. umm.. how would he know any of you? :/
[19-11:32] 61c38, *Niamh : ((He wouldn't. Niamh would introduce herself. She's sweet like that.))
[19-11:32] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : All right.. whatever. :D I've been wanting to start RPing again.
[19-11:33] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *Fixes stuff.*
[19-11:33] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Work!
[19-11:34] 10d25, *Mavei : ((This is Mavei. She'll mock anyone equally! Go IC))
[19-11:34] EXIT: SeaBlue Leader has left the chat ( 5:33pm, December 19 (CST) ).
[19-11:34] 10d25, *Mavei : ((Mavei of the dark text))
[19-11:34] 61c38, *Niamh : ((W00t! *wanders IC, then*))
[19-11:34] JOIN: SeaBlue Leader has entered.
[19-11:34] 61c38, *Niamh : ((Mavei of the super-dark text. :P))
[19-11:35] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *Goes IC then.*
[19-11:35] 10d25, *Mavei : (( :P))
[19-11:35] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : What the hell.. stupid link! :(
[19-11:35] 10d25, *Mavei : ((This better?))
[19-11:35] EXIT: SeaBlue Leader has left the chat ( 5:35pm, December 19 (CST) ).
[19-11:36] JOIN: SeaBlue Leader has entered.
[19-11:36] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Works now?
[19-11:36] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : ...
[19-11:36] 10d25, *Mavei : ((Looks good to me))
[19-11:37] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : I don't see any link..
[19-11:37] 61c38, *Niamh : *As is usual for Niamh after a long day of work, she makes her way into the Cantina, wearing her Jedi robes and smiling serenely, though with a measure of exhaustion.*
[19-11:38] 61c38, *Niamh : ((Which link, Sea? Your link? It says "rebel pilot." *meanwhile, changes Niamh's age* She's been 18 forever. ))
[19-11:38] 10d25, *Mavei : ((There. I have a profile *snicker snort*))
[19-11:39] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *Steps inside. He casts a gaze across the room with a small smile, for it had been several years since he was last here. Casually makes his way towards the bar, his orange flight-suit glowing up slightly in the half darkened room.*
[19-11:39] 61c38, *Niamh : ((*LOL@profile*))
[19-11:41] 10d25, *Mavei : *... and who else is in that same cantina, but our favorite blue-grey alien. She sits at a table near the back, leaning back with her chair balanced on two legs, feet, clad in knee high black boots, propped on the table.. and her slender arms arched over her head, fingers weaved together to brace the back of her head. As the two new occupants move in, her vividly blue eyes slide over to regard them..*
[19-11:41] 10d25, *Mavei : ((:D))
[19-11:42] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *Digs his hand in one of his pockets and finds a credit. He flips the coin to the bartender and nods.* Corellian ale..
[19-11:43] 61c38, *Niamh : *She, too, moves toward the bar, and offers SeaBlue a friendly smile as she passes him. Settles onto a stool near enough to Sea, and turns her attention to the bartender.* Blue milk, please.
[19-11:46] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *Leans against the bar whilst awaiting for his ale. He glances around at the various partons and gives a small smile and nod to Niamh...his boyish looks are slightly diminished since the last time he was in Mos Eisley, but are still somewhat there.*
[19-11:47] 10d25, *Mavei : *mutters* Blue milk... and in a cantina... wonder if I should start placing bets on how long she lasts
[19-11:53] 10d25, *Mavei : ;
[19-11:53] 10d25, *Mavei : ((OH NO!! I killed them!))
[19-11:54] 61c38, *Niamh : ((*distracted by work*))
[19-11:54] 10d25, *Mavei : ((*whaps Ria*))
[19-11:55] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *Recieves his ale and takes a long sip of it then sets it back on the counter.*
[19-11:56] 61c38, *Niamh : *Can't help but glance over at Sea again, to give him another shy smile. Then suddenly straightens her posture, and glances toward Mavei. Tilts her head, in a very puppy-like expression of curiosity.* I'm sorry, did you say something to me?
[19-11:56] 10d25, *Mavei : *shifts her gaze to the pilot, narrowing her eyes at him... she wasn't too fond of NR peoples*
[19-11:56] 10d25, *Mavei : *looks back to Ria, smirking some* To you.. no. About you, yes
[19-11:57] 61c38, *Niamh : ((Hahaha. Ria? There's a Ria in the bar? *prods Mav*))
[19-11:57] 10d25, *Mavei : ((Ah shuddup :P))
[19-11:58] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *Looks casually at the conversation taking place between the girl and the exotic looking humanoid.*
[19-11:58] 61c38, *Niamh : *Her face falls somewhat.* Oh, I see. *Pauses for a moment, not quite sure what to say next.* I hope it wasn't too uncharitable.
[19-11:58] 10d25, *Mavei : *looking at Niamh. Yes.*
[19-11:58] 10d25, *Mavei : It was along the lines of.... little girls should play in rough bars.
[19-11:59] 10d25, *Mavei : ((shouldn't, not should))
[19-12:00] 61c38, *Niamh : Play rough? I have no intention of doing such a thing, but thank you for the advice. *Offers Mavei a friendly smile. Also, ignores the 'little girls' comment. Does tend to look younger than she actually is.*
[19-12:01] 10d25, *Mavei : Shouldn't play IN rough bars. Unless you are a lot tougher then you look... *eyes her* .. doubt it... this really isn't a place for you.
[19-12:03] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *Feels bad for the girl, has had the same kind of comment directed to him many a time before in this very place. He speaks quietly to her with a small smile.* She doesn't know what she's talking about. Everyone's welcome here, except droids..
[19-12:04] 10d25, *Mavei : *shifts her gaze to the pilot when she begins speaking quietly, not quit catching what he said, otherwise she'd make another evil comment... gotta love Mav, she's such a brat*
[19-12:04] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : OOC: She? :<
[19-12:06] 10d25, *Mavei : ((Oops.. <.< >.> Y'know what I meant? Keehee)
[19-12:06] 61c38, *Niamh : *Perks up, allowing herself to grin at Sea's words.* Why, thank you. That's sweet of you to say. Besides... *Raises her voice slightly, directing her comment at Mav now.* I'm sure that if you're so concerned about my safety, you wouldn't mind helping me out, were I to get into any kind of trouble. *In a playful mood, it seems.*
[19-12:07] 61c38, *Niamh : ((Haha! Sea's a girl! Sea's a girl!))
[19-12:08] 10d25, *Mavei : Nah.. I might keep you from being outright killed, but anyone else would simply teach you a lesson *smirks*
[19-12:08] 10d25, *Mavei : ((anything else! DANG IT! Fever's fried my brains!))
[19-12:08] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Um.. *He pauses, thinking for a few seconds.* Depends what kind of trouble you would be getting me into. *Chuckles.*
[19-12:09] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : I'm not suppose to get into trouble at the moment, you see.. *Sips his ale.* That's why I've been keeping my distance from this place. I usually end up in some crazy situations when I'm here.
[19-12:10] 10d25, *Mavei : *throws another scowl at the pilot*
[19-12:12] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *He looks casually back at Mavei, again with a small smile...that could be intrepreted as either annoying or charming as hell.*
[19-12:13] 61c38, *Niamh : How kind of you. *Deadpan tone as she responds to Mav. Then pauses to take a sip of her milk, and shifts her glance to Sea.* Really? I've been coming here for years, and haven't gotten in trouble yet. ...Not that I mean to boast.
[19-12:14] 10d25, *Mavei : *... sooo tempted to do something evil at the little smile... bloody cocky NR pilots!*
[19-12:15] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Yeah? *He studies the girl.* Well, you don't exactly look like a trouble maker.. not that, that's a bad thing. *He grins slightly. He motions to Mavei with a nod.* So, who's this?
[19-12:16] 10d25, *Mavei : ((Motions to her while looking at Niamh, or was that a look to Mavei and motion and abstactly ask her name?))
[19-12:17] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : OOC: Sorry, I'm rusty. :P Yeah it was a motion to Mavei, but a question to Niamh.
[19-12:17] 61c38, *Niamh : Yes, I don't much like to get involved with trouble. Do you? *Smirks... or comes as close to a smirk as a Jedi can, really. Follows Sea's gesture with her gaze.* I don't really know who she is. But I'm Niamh, by the way.
[19-12:18] 10d25, *Mavei : *oh ho ho... that did it... her eyes narrow slightly to focus on the leg of his chair, as she reaches out... there's a brief flare in the Force, and then the back legs to Sea's chair would snap*
[19-12:19] 61c38, *Niamh : *It's instinct, really. Feeling a change in the Force, she subtly reacts to cushion the stool's fall, so Sea isn't injured too badly.*
[19-12:19] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : I like causing trouble.. sometimes. My name is...*And with that the barstool he was leaving against snapped, and he almost lost balance, but manages to stay standed by taking a quick step backwards.* What the hell?
[19-12:20] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : OOC: Oh well, I guess Niamh helped Sea stay balanced then. :)
[19-12:20] 10d25, *Mavei : *chuckles softly*
[19-12:21] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *He looks down at the stool and then at the bartender and gives him a shrug.* Hey, wasn't my fault.. I barely leaned against it.
[19-12:23] 61c38, *Niamh : ((Hehe.)) *Peers at the chair, but isn't about to let on that there was any Force manipulation. Wouldn't rat out Mav, being the sweetheart that she is.* How odd. But I suppose it wouldn't be a tragedy if you had to sit closer to me. *Motions to the empty stool beside her. Not flirting. Really.*
[19-12:24] 10d25, *Mavei : *raises her glass to her lips, taking a small sip as she studies Niamh over the rim of her glass... sooo, little girl was also Force sensitive*
[19-12:24] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Anyways.. *Looks back at Niamh.* My name is Attala, but I get called SeaBlue, or just Sea mostly. *Takes a seat on the empty stool.*
[19-12:27] 61c38, *Niamh : *Well, is wearing Jedi robes. Is also not making too much of an effort to hide her lightsaber. Clearly is at least a little Force-sensitive. :P But, yes, smiles sweetly at Sea.* It's a pleasure to meet you, Attala. Why do they call you Sea?
[19-12:28] 10d25, *Mavei : ((Seablue! Because regular blue was taken *nod nod*))
[19-12:28] 61c38, *Niamh : ((*LOL*))
[19-12:29] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : I'm the commander of a New Republic fighter squadron called SeaBlue Squadron.. *Now that he is closer he notices other things, like the lightsaber.*
[19-12:29] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : OOC: Hahah yeah.. I was just trying to be original. :P
[19-12:30] 10d25, *Mavei : ~So little Niamh girl... what are you doing here instead of at the Jedi Academy? As much as I dislike the New Republic, and am not particularly found of the Jedi themselves, they can use all the help they can get against the Bugs...~
[19-12:32] 10d25, *Mavei : (( :D ))
[19-12:33] 61c38, *Niamh : A squadron commander? *Goes wide-eyed for a moment.* I've never met one of those. *Catches Sea 'noticing' her lightsaber, and blushes.*
[19-12:35] 61c38, *Niamh : {If you must know, Miss, I'm a Healer. I'd be of no use to the Jedi in combat, but I am quite useful at the med center here.} *Glances briefly at Mav as she sends this Force- thought.*
[19-12:36] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *He smiles slightly.* Been a while since I've talked to a Jedi.. a female Jedi at that. *Leans back. He ponders for a bit about the chair incident, but shrugs it off.*
[19-12:37] 10d25, *Mavei : ~No use...? *mental snort* You think healing criminals and various folk is more important then saving the lives of those Jedi going into combat? They need healers as much as anyone. Likely more so. Those bugs give nasty wounds..~ *idly brushes her hand over her side*
[19-12:37] JOIN: Emi has entered.
[19-12:38] 61c38, *Niamh : ((Haha. Sea's gonna think she broke the chair in order to get him closer to her!))
[19-12:38] 10d25, *Mavei : ~No use...? *mental snort* You think healing criminals and various folk is more important then aiding those who are going to fight for Coreillia? They need healers as much as anyone. Likely more so. Those bugs give nasty wounds..~ *idly brushes her hand over her side*
[19-12:38] 10d25, *Mavei : ((Bwahaha))
[19-12:38] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : OOC: Heh yup.. :P
[19-12:40] 61c38, *Niamh : *Light shrug.* I'm a Healer. It's sort of runs in the family. *Blushes again, but really because she's shy. Not because she's flirty.* {I don't quite have a way to get to Corellia, nor was I... ahem... invited.}
[19-12:40] 61c38, *Niamh : ((It's=It.))
[19-12:41] 10d25, *Mavei : ~Do those holier then thou dorks even know of you, little girl?~ *absently ponders "bumping" Seablue into Niamh, just to be evil*
[19-12:41] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Really? *He sips his ale.* I thought most people with your abilities were at Corellia at this time.. *Frowns slightly.*
[19-12:41] JOIN: Maxwell Creed has entered.
[19-12:44] 61c38, *Niamh : {The Council is every Jedi.} *Doesn't Force-discuss her help sheltering Jedi and bringing the new Council together after the Yavin tragedy. Instead turns her attention to Sea... and has the same conversation all over again.* Someone has to stay behind and heal the sick, no?
[19-12:45] 61c38, *Niamh : ((Err. "The Council is aware of every Jedi," that should say.))
[19-12:45] 61c38, *Niamh : ((*drags the newcomer IC*))
[19-12:46] 143f5, *Maxwell Creed: ((Where is everyone? I think it is time for Maxwell to leave the office.))
[19-12:47] 10d25, *Mavei : ((Unfortunately, we'll all on Tatooine.. so unless you have someone that travels the stars.. eh heh))
[19-12:47] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Yes.. I suppose so. *His otherwise almost boyish eyes has taken on a different quality.. that of a pilot who has experienced war and conflicts many times.*
[19-12:47] 143f5, *Maxwell Creed: ((Bugger.))
[19-12:48] 143f5, *Maxwell Creed: ((Ah-ha! I have an idea!))
[19-12:48] 10d25, *Mavei : ~Suit yourself, little healer.~ ((I'll be heading to Coruscant soon... not that it matters right now.. but.. <.< >.>))
[19-12:49] 61c38, *Niamh : Besides... *Her own expression becomes somewhat regretful.* I have no way of getting there. {Why do you care so much, anyway?}
[19-12:49] 10d25, *Mavei : ~I don't like the New Republic.. but I like the bugs even less~
[19-12:50] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : You're stranded here? *Lifts his eyebrows.* Aren't you in contact with Jedi Council or anything?
[19-12:52] 143f5, *Maxwell Creed: A sleek, obsidian black shuttle touches down in the Mos Eisley Space Port, bearing no logo of any kind, though it was possible to reconize it. It was Maxwell Creed's personal ship. One he used only on occation and only for certain reasons. Serious reasons. The main hatch hissed and blew steam as it lowered, a pair of legs already moving down as it lowered. Finally the figure stepped out onto the sand. It was indeed Maxwell Creed, but not in the buisness suit he normally wore. No, he looked a good deal rougher, fitting right into Mos Eisley's surroundings.
[19-12:53] 61c38, *Niamh : Somewhat stranded, yes. Everyone who's going to Corellia, is already there. No one would make a long detour for a single Jedi Healer. *Slight shrug, feigning indifference.*
[19-12:54] 61c38, *Niamh : {Why aren't you helping out, then?}
[19-12:54] 10d25, *Mavei : *idly takes another sip of her drink, pretending to tune out he conversation* ~Who says I'm not in my own demented way?~
[19-12:56] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *He considers for a moment.* Well...um, I not really suppose to do this, but I could probably get you there sometime in the near-future. *Pauses.* That is, if you want to go of course.
[19-12:56] 61c38, *Niamh : *Furrows her brow, without meaning to, due to her conversation with Mavei.* {What do you mean?}
[19-12:56] 10d25, *Mavei : ~Hehe... it's a secret ...~
[19-12:57] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *He begins to sense something odd is going on.. now that the humanoid suddenly has become mute and all. He glances at Mavei then back at Niamh.*
[19-12:58] 143f5, *Maxwell Creed: Even though he had shed his buisness exoskeleton, he still moved with an air of confidence, purpose. And a purpose he had indeed. Maxwell had personally traced a lead from last weeks Cargo Pirating incident (See logs of brief explination) to Tatooine. And Maxwell was not a buisness owner that just sat in the safety of his office and had others to do his dirty work. No, when you pissed Maxwell Creed off, he dealt with you personally.
[19-12:58] 10d25, *Mavei : *looks up when Sea glances at her* Got a problem, human ?
[19-13:00] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *Flashes that small.. dreadfully arrogant, smile to Mavei again.* No, not at all. I was just wondering what happened to your attitude, I was afraid something was wrong, but looks like you're doing fine after all.. don't mind me.
[19-13:00] 10d25, *Mavei : Your concern is so... touching ...
[19-13:01] 61c38, *Niamh : *And then, her eyes light up. Absolutely beams at Sea.* Would you really take me with you? I've never been offplanet.
[19-13:02] 143f5, *Maxwell Creed: His eyes roved side to side as he moved out of the landing bay and out to the street. It wasn't his first time here and he was no fool. This place was dangerous, no matter how good you may be. Spying the building he was looking for, he shifted his gait towards the door, moving towards it. When he reached the door he didn't stop and look around to see if he was being followed or anything like that. He just pressed the button, the door sliding open, and stepping in. To the Mos Eisley Cantina.
[19-13:02] 61c38, *Niamh : *Peers between Mav and Sea.* So this is how you get yourself in trouble, Sea. *Playful smile.*
[19-13:02] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *Smiles a bit wider to Mavei and nods. He looks back at Niamh and falls back into casual mode.* Yeah, sure.. *Makes it sound like it isn't a big deal, but if he got caught it would.* But, um.. only if you promise not to mention who took you there. Deal?
[19-13:03] 61c38, *Niamh : Oh, I promise! Not a word to anyone. *Rather trusting, isn't it? All of a sudden, she leans in close and squeezes Sea in a tight, friendly hug.* Thank you so much.
[19-13:04] 10d25, *Mavei : Aaaw... the little girl has a little crush on Mr. New Republic.. *manages to inject a touch of scorn when she says "New Republic"*
[19-13:04] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Hey.. *Caught by surprise, he blushes slightly, but doesn't mind it at all.* No problem at all.
[19-13:05] 61c38, *Niamh : *Blinks, peering at Mavei, all indignant. But does reslease Sea rather quickly, almost as though she's embarrassed.* A crush? Jedi don't feel such things.
[19-13:05] 61c38, *Niamh : ((Release, too.))
[19-13:06] 10d25, *Mavei : Suuure they don't.. *smirks* I've seen enough so called Jedi kissing on each other to know otherwise
[19-13:06] 61c38, *Niamh : *Also, because she is an absolutel sweetheart and all, she notices Maxwell step inside, and offers him a friendly, welcoming smile, even though she doesn't know him.*
[19-13:07] 61c38, *Niamh : *Shakes her head at Mave, her tone suddenly serious.* The ones you see doing that... they don't understand the consequences.
[19-13:08] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *He decides to ignore Mavei for now.. and finishes his ale instead.*
[19-13:08] 143f5, *Maxwell Creed: Once again his eyes quickly move over the inside of the Cantina in a calculated glance before moving fully into the building. Instantly he spied the thing -- or person -- he wanted moving immediatly towards it. Maxwell approuched a booth where a humanoid looking alien was sitting alone, sliding into it smoothly. The humanoid's eyes widen, Maxwell's entrance obviously the last thing he had expected. The two began sharing brief and whispered words. All the while Maxwell looked calm and collected, the alien somewhat frantic and trying to remain cool.
[19-13:09] 10d25, *Mavei : Jedi of this day and age are weak, little girl. All the ones with strong will died after the Nekressis attacked Yavin IV. *smirks some* The holier then thou Jedi left... are all tainted. You'll not find even one with the will to resist the need for passion.
[19-13:10] 10d25, *Mavei : *glances aside at Maxwell, only paying him any attention as she caught on to the panic of his little buddy*
[19-13:11] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *Frowns slightly as he hears Yavin IV and tries to ignore the grim images that comes to mind.. he becomes a bit lost in thought.*
[19-13:12] 61c38, *Niamh : Are you... insulting me? *Raises an eyebrow at Mav, clearly more curious than upset. Also notes Maxwell and his NPC dude, keeping an eye on them just in case an intervention is necessary. Does feel Sea's sudden shift in attitude, and looks over at him, concerned.* Are you all right?
[19-13:13] 10d25, *Mavei : I'm explaining things to a ridciously naive mind. You were in error saying Jedi don't feel such things, so I corrected you.
[19-13:13] 10d25, *Mavei : ((ridiciously))
[19-13:13] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Huh? *Looks up as if awakened, looking a bit dazed and confused.* Oh.. yeah I'm fine.
[19-13:15] 143f5, *Maxwell Creed: The alien suddenly looked angry, paniced, and lost all in one emotion as he stood up on his end of the table, smoothly drawing a blaster pistol, squeezing off a few shots. His target, was of course Maxwell. The bolts never reached him. In less time then it takes to think, the table that was between them was somehow, in someway flipped upwards. The front of the table tipping foward towards the alien, catching the four shots neatly across the surface. The alien had time to blink and register the sound of a low whine before realizing there was a hole in the table that was flipped up infront of him. The alien then collapsed where he stood, a large, scorched hole in his chest. Lifeless.
[19-13:15] 61c38, *Niamh : *Sighs softly, and shakes her head.* I suppose I'd have a stronger point if the head of the Council wasn't married, huh? *Actually smiles at Mav, though somewhat sadly. Again turns her attention to Sea.* You sure? You know, if you can talk to anyone about a problem, it's definitely a Healer.
[19-13:17] 10d25, *Mavei : Even the council's head... is too weak to deny the pleasures of the flesh. This new batch of Jedi will eventually collapse on itself. I just hope they can aid taking out the bugs, before they do. *looks back to Maxwell and the now dead alien, taking in the scene without even a blink*
[19-13:18] 10d25, *Mavei : ((Mavei's so optimistic :D ))
[19-13:18] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Yes, I'm fine.. *His eyes quickly dart towards the brawl.. has seen episodes like this happen countless of times before in this place.*
[19-13:19] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : OOC: Are those last comments actually talked or mind talk?
[19-13:19] 61c38, *Niamh : *Her eyes widen at the shock of sudden emotion, Force use (?), and death in the Cantina. In an instant, she's risen, hand on her belt. However, she doesn't ignite her lightsaber, and is powerless to stop the violence. Has quite the urge to talk to Maxwell, but instead settles back down on the stool and sighs again. Squeezes Sea's shoulder in a comforting gesture, though whether she's comforting him or herself is unclear.*
[19-13:19] 143f5, *Maxwell Creed: On the other side of the table, Maxwell sat calmly, steadily holding out a blaster. Wisps of smoke curled from the barrel. While the humanoid's blaster had merely scorched the table, Maxwell's had gone right through, with enough energy left over to burn a hole in his chest. Then there was the matter of the table, which was suppose to have been bolted to the floor, no overturned in the blink of an eye like it was nothing more then a piece of paper. Somehow. It had all happened to fast.
[19-13:20] 10d25, *Mavei : *idly trails her thumb down her jaw line as she regards Maxwell, a slight smirk tugging at her lips... not bad, for a human*
[19-13:21] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *Looks at Niamh, his eyes reassuring and calm, like his voice.* Don't worry.. like the humanoid said this is a rough place.. happens all the time.
[19-13:23] 143f5, *Maxwell Creed: Just as calmly Maxwell re-holstered the odd looking blaster beneath the brown cloak he wore. He then stood up, grasping the table and returning it to it's upright position, though now quite wobbly. His eyes shifted over to the dead alien on the floor, pivoting on his heels and bending over the corpse. His hand played over the humanoid's vest pocket to the right of the giant burn hole. A slight twinge in Maxwell's lips indicated a smirk as his fingers closed about it's prize. He pulled a small object from the pocket and pocketed it himself smoothly. There. He had gotten what he came for. Though he had hoped there would have been no violence. A pity really.
[19-13:24] 61c38, *Niamh : *Lowers her gaze.* I know, I know. But I am not in the habit of allowing people to die on my watch. *Finally, she manages to respond to Mavei.* Perhaps the Council head is strong enough to love and keep himself in check. Perhaps it is the older Jedi who could not stand against the dangers inherent in love.
[19-13:26] 10d25, *Mavei : *wryly to Niamh, without looking in her direction* Ah.. innocent faith.. so cute, it is. So wrong, but so cute.
[19-13:27] 143f5, *Maxwell Creed: Standing up straight he briefly contemplated what to do next. Making his decision, he moved toward the bar, taking a seat on the stool. If Sea, Mav, and Niamh are at the bar, he would be sitting right near them. If a booth, he would still be fairly near to them. He chuckles lightly, sliding some credits across the bar to the tender. ''I apologize for the mess. And the damage to your table.'' He grinned lightly. ''I was beginning to think the table's needed cup holders anyway.'' The money he gave the tender was more then enough to cover for the damage. Enough to cover for the next three fights at least.
[19-13:27] 10d25, *Mavei : *is at a table, while they are at the bar*
[19-13:28] 61c38, *Niamh : Who are you to judge such things, anyway? *Frowns at Mav, but then turns to peer at Maxwell, who's sitting near her at the bar, it seems. Opens her mouth as if to speak, then appears to reconsider it.*
[19-13:29] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *He glances casually at Maxwell's transaction with the bartender and with the amount he presents he realizes that this wasn't just another random bar brawl. He casually returns to minding his own business.*
[19-13:29] 10d25, *Mavei : Someone who was there at Yavin when the deaths were occuring. Someone who has actually been off her home planet. *looks over to her with a smug smile*
[19-13:31] 10d25, *Mavei : ((O_O))
[19-13:32] 143f5, *Maxwell Creed: His head turned to the side, as of to check out what was going on around him, though looking straight at Niamh when she opens her mouth to speak. His lips drew tight for a moment, as if holding some emotion back. Perhaps a smile. He knew he shouldn't do what he was about to do, but it had been a long time since he had been here. He couldn't help it. It was the atmosphere. ''You disapprove of my former actions, ma'am?'' He regarded her with a politeness and calmness only found in few. Anyone knowledgable enough would instantly pick up the buisness ego showing through.
[19-13:32] 61c38, *Niamh : ((FFS. *just realized that Niamh was at Yavin too... quickly plots up a motivation for her lying about it*))
[19-13:33] 10d25, *Mavei : ((Oh yeah *L* Mavers and Niamh escaped on the same ship)) Though... since you were there.. you really should know too, shouldn't you?
[19-13:33] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *He turns his gaze back to Maxwell as he speaks again, studying him for a moment. Orders another Corellian ale, flipping the 'tender a credit.*
[19-13:35] 61c38, *Niamh : I... you... you just don't understand. *Shakes her head at Mav, and then blushes when Maxwell addresses her. Briefly considers keeping her thoughts to herself.* Yes, actually. I quite disapprove of senseless murder.
[19-13:36] 10d25, *Mavei : Never been off planet my ass, little girl... Such a fibber for so innocent a face. *chuckles softly*
[19-13:39] 143f5, *Maxwell Creed: He raised an eyebrow slightly, but responded just as politely. ''Senseless murder, ma'am? Please, tell me, had you been me, what would you have done instead, so I may better plot my course of action the next time.''
[19-13:40] 61c38, *Niamh : That one doesn't... count. Or would you prefer, "I've only been offplanet once, and that was at a horrific battle with too many casualties, which left people with wounds that are still not healed. And how are you today?" *This is all spoken calmly, as though she were describing a particularly uninteresting trip she's taken.*
[19-13:40] 143f5, *Maxwell Creed: ((Crap. I have to go for like twenty minutes...))
[19-13:41] 10d25, *Mavei : *turns her gaze to Maxwell* She would have used that cute little face, and her Jedi-like persuasion and say "Please don't shoot me sir", to which he would have responded "Well, since you asked so nicely..." and put his gun away. Then they would have blown bubbles while drinking blue milk and had a cheery lovely time!
[19-13:41] 61c38, *Niamh : ((Awww. Bye, Maxwell! *has to go in 20 minutes*))
[19-13:42] 143f5, *Maxwell Creed: ((Be back in twenty))
[19-13:42] 10d25, *Mavei : ((*missed Mavei*))
[19-13:44] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : OOC: Whoops.. *Was playing guitar.*
[19-13:44] 61c38, *Niamh : *Stares at Mavei. Just stares. Then puts on a sugary sweet expression and cheerily calls out.* Yes, that's exactly what would have happened.
[19-13:44] 61c38, *Niamh : ((Bad Sea! *baps*))
[19-13:44] 10d25, *Mavei : *leans back a bit more in her seat, the chair threatening to fall, as she begins laughing*
[19-13:45] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *He laughs slightly at the strange arguement and sips his ale.*
[19-13:49] 10d25, *Mavei : ((Mwehehe))
[19-13:49] 61c38, *Niamh : *Shakes her head, and cannot help but continue in this same sarcastic vein.* Clearly, you understand the Jedi perfectly. You are a mistress of knowledge and clarity. *Lifts her glass, and finishes her blue milk.*
[19-13:51] 10d25, *Mavei : I understand them better then you, at least *smirks*
[19-13:51] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : I can't believe you can drink that stuff.. *Grimaces as he looks at the blue milk.*
[19-13:53] 61c38, *Niamh : As much as I'd love to stay and continue this discussion, I'm needed elsewhere. Have a lovely day, both of you. *And with that, she slips her comm number to Sea, gives him another hug, and saunters off.* ((Gotta go. Shift at work is over. Might BBL.))
[19-13:54] 10d25, *Mavei : ((Buh bye Ria!)) *rather then doing the polite good bye thing, she just smirks and watches her meander off*
[19-13:55] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : OOC: Byeee..
[19-13:56] 61c38, *RiaBear: Thanks for the RP, guys! I really enjoyed it. *runs off!*
[19-13:56] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *He hugs her and codes the comm number down.* Take care..
[19-13:56] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : OOC: Yup.. likewise.
[19-13:58] JOIN: Jaret Snomel has entered.
[19-14:00] 10d25, *Mavei : *leans back forward, sliding her feet off the table*
[19-14:01] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *Looks as Niamh leaves then glances at Mavei again, sipping his ale.*
[19-14:02] 10d25, *Mavei : *looks back, meeting his gaze* Are you bored or something, New Republic?
[19-14:02] 10d25, *Mavei : *once again.. note of scorn on "Bew Republic"*
[19-14:03] 10d25, *Mavei : ((New! New! I meant New!))
[19-14:04] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : It was you, right.. *Sets his ale on the counter behind him.* With the chair and all.
[19-14:05] 10d25, *Mavei : ... What the hell are you talking about?
[19-14:07] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *He motions to the broken barstool next to him.* Come on.. don't play any games.
[19-14:09] 10d25, *Mavei : Ah that.. *smirks* No, that was your little friend. I'm a bit less subtle then that.
[19-14:11] 143f5, *Maxwell Creed: Maxwell raised his finger to order the special of the day, not really caring what it was. He had fallen silent, taking in his surroundings. It had been a long time since he had been to Tatooine. And apparently nothing had changed.
[19-14:11] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Yeah? *A smile crosses his lips.. the same annoying smile from before.* Somehow, I doubt you would be.
[19-14:11] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : OMFG I LOVE CORN FLAKES *climax*
[19-14:12] 10d25, *Mavei : .. You are asking for trouble, you know that?
[19-14:12] 10d25, *Mavei : ((*latches onto Jaret's face* MEOW!!!))
[19-14:13] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : You see? What happened to being subtle now? *He crosses his arms and leans back against the counter.*
[19-14:14] 10d25, *Mavei : *tries to scowl.. he's New Republic.. there for he sucks.. but can't help a very slight smile*
[19-14:15] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : *Still attempts to eat cornflakes even though face attaching has beset him*
[19-14:16] 10d25, *Mavei : ((*meows loudly*))
[19-14:17] 143f5, *Maxwell Creed: He seemingly lazily let one leg plant itself on the floor, while the other foot rested on the lowest wrung of the stool. Other then that, Maxwell seemed to be another patron in the bar, sipping his drink once it was given to him. However, he was listening to all the conversations and noises around him, picking up tid-bits of things here and there. Nothing usefull to him anyway.
[19-14:18] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *Glances at his chrono and looks at the door for a second.*
[19-14:19] 10d25, *Mavei : *takes a small sip of her drink* Have places to go, and people to vape for the justice of the NR, I see?
[19-14:19] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : Mavei is a biiiatch! *muffled cause of latchage*
[19-14:20] 10d25, *Mavei : ((She's just misunderstood! :D ))
[19-14:21] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : The Nekressis? Yeah, they're always asking to be vaped.. *Smirks slightly.*
[19-14:21] 143f5, *Maxwell Creed: N.R. That would be the New Republic. He had delt with them many times, in fact, NovaTech Industries was a prime supplier of quite a few of their little gadgets. Of course, he also supplied for their enemies, and their enemies, and their brother's enemies. He was merely a buisness man. Everyone was a customer to him, regardless of who they came from.
[19-14:22] 10d25, *Mavei : Hm.. *slight smirk* That they do
[19-14:22] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Sounds like you care? *Looks surprised in a sarcastic way.*
[19-14:23] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : OOC: Umm wait.. I'm not sure that made sense.
[19-14:24] 10d25, *Mavei : Don't get me wrong.. I don't particularly like the New Republic, but I don't want the whole lot of you dead or anything extreme. Maimed a bit, sure, but not dead *grins* And I hate the Nekressis a whooole lot more then I dislike the New Republic
[19-14:26] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *Shrugs slightly and smiles, not the arrogant one this time, but a more friendly varient.* Almost sounds like we're on the same side then.. but then again, most in this galaxy is when it comes to the Nekressis.
[19-14:27] 143f5, *Maxwell Creed: ((Hmm?))
[19-14:27] 10d25, *Mavei : "The enemy of my enemy is my friend" . For now at least *sips her drink*
[19-14:29] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : You have your own motives I'm sure. *Chuckles.*
[19-14:29] 10d25, *Mavei : Don't we all?
[19-14:30] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Sure.. *Studies the humanoid for a bit.*
[19-14:32] 10d25, *Mavei : *studies him back, vividly blue eyes darting up and down his form* Look on the bright side... at least my motives agree with the NR's this time.
[19-14:33] 143f5, *Maxwell Creed: For the first time in awhile, Maxwell spoke, to the bartender. ''Hmm, 'tender, another glass if you would.'' Sliding more credits across the bar, though this time the exact cost of the drink instead of an amount a bit excessive for his purchase. He nodded to the bartender and raised his arm, looking at his chrono, frowning slightly.
[19-14:33] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : So.. who do you work for? Or are you on some ego crusade to take over the galaxy? *Shrugs.* Sorry about all the questions, but hey.. I'm just making conversation.
[19-14:34] 10d25, *Mavei : *looks sidelong at Maxwell when he speaks, having almost forgot he was there as he wasn't blasting anyone currently*
[19-14:35] 10d25, *Mavei : Me? I'm a mercenary you could say... I work for whoever pays me the best. I attack people, guard your back, whatever the hell you want as long as I get credits.
[19-14:35] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Currently employed?
[19-14:36] 10d25, *Mavei : At the moment, no. Why would I be in a dive like this if I had a job?
[19-14:37] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Beats me. Maybe you were sent to kill somebody for all I know. *Lopsided grin.*
[19-14:37] 143f5, *Maxwell Creed: He also looks sidelong at Mavei, simply nodding to her as they make brief eye-contact. Something on his chrono beeped, but Maxwell held the contact for a moment more, before raising his arm and shifting his gaze to hsi chrono. He frowned again, obviously finding what he saw there discouraging in someway.
[19-14:38] 10d25, *Mavei : I've done that before... *smirks* No, I'm just here for a drink, and ever so stimulating conversation... *offers Maxwell a slight nod in return*
[19-14:41] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : No kidding? So am I. Mos Eisley isn't a bad place actually. I've missed it.. in some kind of twisted nostalgic way.
[19-14:41] 10d25, *Mavei : Can't say I ever missed Mos Eisley...
[19-14:42] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Well, when you're in war.. you tend to long after places you never would have thought you cared about in the first place.
[19-14:43] 10d25, *Mavei : Hm.. true enough
[19-14:44] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : You've ever been to war? *He looks at her.*
[19-14:45] 10d25, *Mavei : *distantly* In a way...
[19-14:47] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Yeah?
[19-14:48] 10d25, *Mavei : Yeah. *sips her drink, not elaborating*
[19-14:49] 143f5, *Maxwell Creed: Maxwell smiled when he recieved his drink. Ahh. For some reason he found this odd mix of beverages to be relaxing. He picked it up with his right hand, moving it to his lips to take a sip. It never got there. The Biizzeeww of a blaster erupted about the noise of the bar and a crimson red bolt slammed into Maxwell's left shoulder. If Maxwell had time to curse, he would, how dare he let his guard down for this to happen. His shoulder cocked foward on impact, searing pain immediately shooting through his body. But he was a man of reaction, not freezing. Even as the bolt slammed into his shoulder, his weight shifted to his planted leg, flicking the one foot hooked around the bar stool wrung up, sucessfully flipping up the stool into the air. The stool caught three of the four blater bolts that were headed his way. All three of them which were kill shots. The fourth slammed into his knee as he spun to face his attacker, the blaster already in his hand, sizzling of his own shots.
[19-14:49] 143f5, *Maxwell Creed: ((Ah! Sorry! didn't mean for it to be that long.))
[19-14:50] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : OOC: No problem..
[19-14:50] 10d25, *Mavei : *one moment, she's looking at SeaBlue.. the next she's facing another direction, looking to where the shoots are coming from... and they are coming from... who? What?*
[19-14:52] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *This time around, Maxwell was a lot closer to him, so by instinct he dived over the bar counter and in safety from any potential incoming bolts.*
[19-14:54] 143f5, *Maxwell Creed: His own blaster bolts hit the chair as well. But the chair didn't catch these. The bolts blew through them, shattering it to pieces and continuing on their path. Right into the chest of his attacker, all three bolts making a nice triangular pattern. The man stumbles back, smoke pouring from his chest, before falling over.
[19-14:55] 10d25, *Mavei : *.. shifts to face forward again as the matter was over with, and sips her drink unconcernedly. Darn, here she was ready to pick a fight*
[19-14:55] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *Mumbles as he watches the shoot-up.* Yeah, sure did miss this place.. with what.. the risk of getting killed constantly and all.
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[19-14:59] 143f5, *Maxwell Creed: Maxwell chest heaves heavily for a moment, but his breath quickly returns to it's usual rate. Gritting his teeth and wincing slightly he pushed himself to his feet, most of his weight on his other leg. He was more pissed off then anything. For one, he was drawing much more attention himself then he had wanted, but he always planned for his plans to go wrong. He was actually more mad at himself for letting his guard down. It should not have happened and it wouldn't happen again.
[19-14:59] 10d25, *Mavei : *glances towards the shot up man* Need a little help, there?
[19-15:00] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *Adeptly leaps back over the counter again, yes.. he had tried it before and returns to his seat. He glances at Maxwell with a strange look.. who the hell was this guy?*
[19-15:04] 143f5, *Maxwell Creed: He looks over at her briefly, seemingly studying her for a moment. ''I will be fine.'' With his right arm he placed another sum of credits, once again a bit over the top, on the counter for the bartender. ''Well, had I known this was going to be such an expensive drinking trip, I would have robbed a store on my way over.'' Moreso to the room than anyone else. A few people chuckle and of course the room goes back to it's usual perkiness in no time at all.
[19-15:05] 10d25, *Mavei : Suit yourself.. *looks to Seablue, who's returned from hiding* Well hello again
[19-15:05] 143f5, *Maxwell Creed: anyone in particular*
[19-15:07] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *Shrugs slightly to Mavei and smiles.* Reflexes..
[19-15:09] 143f5, *Maxwell Creed: He looks at the tender, visably wincing again, before sliding a small card across the table. ''Incase there are any more ...problems...'' It wouldn't be to hard to catch the NovaTech Industries lable on the card. Even though it was face-up and on the counter for very little time. The bartender nodded and slipped it into his pocket. Maxwell nodded in confirmation.
[19-15:10] 10d25, *Mavei : Good reflexes to have
[19-15:10] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : *Hits Mavei with a pie.*
[19-15:10] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : *A COW PIE!*
[19-15:11] 10d25, *Mavei : ((*is still latched to his face, so he hits himself too!*))
[19-15:11] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : *Face is saved! hoo-hah! you have cow pie on you!*
[19-15:11] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Yeah.. they're almost as effective as your "talent".
[19-15:12] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Except I can't break any stools with them or anything..
[19-15:12] 10d25, *Mavei : ((*flips over and smears her back over his face, then hops up to latch on to his hair*))
[19-15:12] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : *Jamming out to old Lost Prophets, not that new poppy shit*
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[19-15:14] 10d25, *Mavei : You seem very convinced I broke the stool... no, I would have throw the stool forward, thus knocking your legs out from beneath you
[19-15:15] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : OOC: I saw Lost Prophets when they warmed up for Metallica.. man, they sucked.. they played for like 20 minutes with full blown feedback then the bassist said "FUCK YOU!!!" and they all left. It was hilarious.
[19-15:16] bc762, *Jaret Snomel : ((I would imagine so, Lost Prophets isnt really a Metallica-esq crowd music))
[19-15:17] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *He eyes her slightly with a small smile.* Well, now I'll know it was you if it happens again..
[19-15:18] 10d25, *Mavei : *laughs softly* Yes.. if your chair randomly flies away, it was likely me
[19-15:19] 143f5, *Maxwell Creed: And with that Maxwell makes his leave, heading for the exit. And with suprising composure too. Though it was clear he was forcing his body to accept the smooth gait he willed upon it.
[19-15:20] 10d25, *Mavei : *glances after Maxwell.. who came, got shot, shot back, and left without saying a word... odd fellow. Very secluded, but she could appreciate that* *looks away once he's gone from sight*
[19-15:22] 143f5, *Maxwell Creed: ((Mmmm....M&M's...))
[19-15:23] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Yeah.. thankfully it's not something that happens on a daily basis, or anything.
[19-15:23] 10d25, *Mavei : I coul fix that...
[19-15:23] 10d25, *Mavei : ((could))
[19-15:24] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *Laughs.* What? You're planning to follow me offplanet or what?
[19-15:24] 10d25, *Mavei : *chuckles* I could
[19-15:25] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : What makes you so sure you could trail me? *Smirks.*
[19-15:26] 10d25, *Mavei : Easy... I would cheat some how.
[19-15:27] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *Chuckles a bit, his eyes glancing at his chrono again.*
[19-15:28] 10d25, *Mavei : *finishes off her drink, placing the empty glass down on the table top*
[19-15:32] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : It's a slow night it seems..
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7f8f9, Get a Name!: I'M ON 2 U
[19-15:34] 10d25, *Mavei : That it is.. perhaps there are less people to randomly enjoy drinks what with the current state of things
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[19-15:36] 7f8f9, *Falcon24 : sup
[19-15:36] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *Nods.* That could be it.. then again, some people drink to escape from them.
[19-15:36] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : OOC: Yoyoyo..
[19-15:37] 10d25, *Mavei : Hm.. true...
[19-15:38] 143f5, *Maxwell Creed: ((Hmm...))
[19-15:39] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : You don't think that maybe you scared them all away? *Grin.*
[19-15:40] 10d25, *Mavei : *grins wickedly* It's possible...
[19-15:40] 10d25, *Mavei : Either that, or the guy shooting the place up did
[19-15:42] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *Laughs slightly.* Maybe.. yeah. He broke a few chairs himself too. *Winks.*
[19-15:42] 143f5, *Maxwell Creed: ((*Didn't shoot the place up. Shot people up. Things were just in the way. Shifty eyes*))
[19-15:44] 10d25, *Mavei : That he did.. he paid them off though, unlike your little friend
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[19-15:51] 10d25, *Mavei : ((*cackle*))
[19-15:54] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *Shrugs.* Oh well.. feel free to pay up.
[19-15:56] 10d25, *Mavei : *gives him an amused look, and takes another sip of her drink* So.. you did not find it at all suspicious the chair happened to break, and then she invited you to sit closer to her?
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[19-15:59] 382cf, ºAzhrei: Hurrah.
[19-15:59] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Well.. I'm not surprised.. but yeah, a bit suspicious now that you happen to mention it.
[19-16:00] 143f5, *Maxwell Creed: ((*Now has to shuttle himself back to Coruscant. Or stay on Tatooine for awhile. ))
[19-16:00] 10d25, *Mavei : And that it was after that, that I began heavily mocking her claim that Jedi did not "feel that way" towards the opposite sex?
[19-16:02] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Hmm.. *Trails off in thought.* Well.. why'd she do all that instead of just asking?
[19-16:02] 382cf, ºAzhrei: Oops, brb.
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[19-16:03] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : OOC: Btw, hey Rohan.. and Jereth.
[19-16:04] 382cf, 'Jereth: Hey SeaBlue, long time no talkie...And everyone else...
[19-16:05] 10d25, *Mavei : She's more subtle then I am *snickers*
[19-16:05] 10d25, *Mavei : (('Allo :D))
[19-16:07] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Makes sense.. *Smirks slightly and shrugs slightly.* Who could blame her? *Laughs.*
[19-16:07] 10d25, *Mavei : Well, personally... I don't find you that cute. Cute, maybe... but not that cute
[19-16:10] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Nah, I was just kidding. Besides, you heard all her Jedi talk. I don't really get that stuff anyways. All the Jedi I've met have always been too.. *Pauses and searches for a word.* Cryptic.
[19-16:14] 10d25, *Mavei : I've seen a variety of Jedi... rouges like myself, the "light" siders, darksiders, you name it. The lightsiders I knew, or knew of, either got themselves a partner to get it on with, or went dark. The darksiders were nasty... and so on. There are so Jedi who uphold the "Jedi do not feel passion" garbage.
[19-16:14] 10d25, *Mavei : ((no Jedi))
[19-16:20] 10d25, *Mavei : Truth be told... NO one now a days are as they claim... take the New Republic for example. They are the mighty upholders of peace and justice. Well, that's a lot of hooey... after all, it was the New Republic who stabbed my kind in the back. *glares at him*
[19-16:20] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Most of the Jedi I've seen around here have not exactly been very social.. most of the time, I just try to stay clear of them.
[19-16:21] 10d25, *Mavei : Probably a good idea
[19-16:22] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *Looks back at her.* First of all.. I'd like to know what you'd prefer in "charge" of the galaxy.. the New Republic or the Empire. Secondly, what happened to your kind?
[19-16:23] 10d25, *Mavei : Neither *sweet smile* What happened...? Have you ever heard of the Coalation of Independant States? Also known as, the C.I.S.?
[19-16:24] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *He lifts an eyebrow slightly.* Yeah, I've heard of them.. it was years ago.
[19-16:31] 10d25, *Mavei : *holds out her hand* Nice to meet you... My name is Mavei, former Protege of the C.I.S, the most elite position there was. *cool grin* Years ago, back when the Empire was still being naughty and harboring Dark Jedi and doing all that crap, our leader approached the New Republic, making a deal with them. They couldn't openly go "Die Empire!", so we agreed to do it in their place, in return for support, and remaining our allies. The New Republic agreen, and thus began our being a thorn in the Empire's side... it was great fun too, we led poor Sarn in circles trying to find out how to get into our home system. Well, then the Empire got cute, and blaimed us for something they did. NR was VERY quick to believe the Empire's lives, and turned against us. Disgusted.. our leader sent out a great recall. A recall I didn't get in time, because I was playing a avoid-being-arrested by your people game. And so I'm stuck out here, with this blasted "Justice" government, and all these bleeding bugs, while my people, my government, is sealed off from me. THAT is why everytime I see one of you good for nothing... *trails off, not saying the insult* .. I have a horrible urge to shoot you
[19-16:32] 10d25, *Mavei : ((Empire's lies))
[19-16:36] 10d25, *Mavei : ((Dun dun duuuun! Mavei's reason for her foul disposition revealed!))
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[19-16:39] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *He shakes her hand and listens to her story in silence untill she is finished.* My name is Attala. As you can tell, I'm a pilot for the New Republic. And as you probably know, I am not involved in the polictical aspects of the New Republic, but I have absolute confidence in those that to. *He pauses for a bit.* Now, I can't answer if what happened what right or wrong, but I can tell you what things the New Republic has done, and what I have taken part in. Liberated entire worlds enslaved by the Empire, prevented genocide on an interstellar scale. I truely believe that the NR is for the good of the galaxy. And you will see once we take part in whiping out the Nekressis scum once and for all.
[19-16:39] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : OOC: Damn, longest post I've written in a while.. :P
[19-16:45] 10d25, *Mavei : Yes... I know all the benevolent things the New Republic has done. *rolls her eyes* I also know it's in part because the more "benevolent" acts they have under their belt, the more willing people will be to follow them. And yes, they are better then the Empire for ruling the galaxy... but that is only for the here, and the now. All you liberators STILL stabbed my kind in the back.. and for all your justice, for all your saintliness... that's still a black mark I at least will hold against you. *leans back in her seat* Were it you... would you feel any different?
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[19-16:51] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : I don't know. I'm just me. To me, all this seems like it's some kind of mistake.. or mix-up. *His trust in the New Republic is complete.* But, I'm not afraid to admit that the New Republic has its bad sides.. corruption and such.. but, you can't really avoid that in such a massive organization.
[19-16:52] 10d25, *Mavei : Or in the leadership? *tilts her head, peering at him*
[19-16:53] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Anyways, my point is that if what you're telling is true, then something must have went wrong.. maybe manipulation or blackmail or SOMETHING.
[19-16:53] 10d25, *Mavei : Or... we outlived our usefulness
[19-16:54] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : I don't believe that.
[19-16:56] 10d25, *Mavei : You might not... but how can I not? It was the current leader of the NR who allied with us. And it was the leader of the New Republic who made the statement over the holonews against us. Either your New Republic has really bad memory, or is xceedingly gullible.
[19-16:56] 10d25, *Mavei : (exceedingly))
[19-17:00] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : I can't tell you how.. but listen, I'm not risking my life everyday for a cause I wouldn't believe in. Not to mention my friends that I've seen getting blown up somewhere in outer space.
[19-17:03] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : People sometimes forgot how much the New Republic sacrifices to make this galaxy safe.. for billions of people.
[19-17:05] 10d25, *Mavei : A cause you believe in... yes... That's how the New Republic still stands. By making people believe. But people are fickle... eventually, by trying to please everyone, the New Republic will wear itself out. And then we'll see it's true colors.
[19-17:09] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : We'll see about that.. the Old Republic lasted for thousands of years.
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[19-17:11] 10d25, *Mavei : We'll see indeed..
[19-17:12] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *Pauses for a while.* But yeah.. how about we take care of the Nekressis first? *Small grin.*
[19-17:14] 10d25, *Mavei : Hm.. nice change of subject. Yes, squishing the bugs does come first.
[19-17:15] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *Shrugs slightly.* I'm sorry.. I'm no politician. But at least now you know where I stand.
[19-17:20] 10d25, *Mavei : *smirks* Yes I do..
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[19-17:24] 10d25, *Mavei : ((Afraid I got to go...))
[19-17:25] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : OOC: All right, bye. :)
[19-17:25] 10d25, *Mavei : *stands abruptly* Well... been a pleasure talking to you, Attala... but alas, I need to be heading off *smirks* Perhaps I'll see you on Coruscant...
[19-17:25] 10d25, *Mavei : *waits for the good byes and politeness and stuff, then retreats*
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[19-17:26] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : *Nods.* So long.. *Watches her leave.*
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[19-17:46] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : OOC: Yes people, you are allowed to enter the chat and talk. :
[19-17:46] 70540, *Maxwell Creed: ((Nah.))
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[19-17:46] f10a5, Get a Name!: But I can't remember my password... lol
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[19-17:47] f10a5, 'White Owl: Well that's just freaking silly.
[19-17:48] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : OOC: Don't feel bad, neither could I. :P
[19-17:48] 1d581, *Assain: ((*liked Fiber-Op*))
[19-17:48] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Ok I'm OOC from now on.
[19-17:48] f10a5, 'White Owl: lol He burned out last night when I forgot to turn him off...
[19-17:50] 1d581, *Assain: ((Awww))
[19-17:50] 1d581, *Assain: ((*needs an OOC*))
[19-17:51] f10a5, 'White Owl: Actually, the fact that I hadn't turned him off for several days might be a factor as well.
[19-17:55] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : ...
[19-17:56] f10a5, 'White Owl: ...
[19-17:56] f10a5, 'White Owl: My thoughts exactly.
[19-17:57] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Yes.
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[19-18:05] 05415, *Jaret Snomel : wtf i'm bored
[19-18:05] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : 4 days untill Christmas Eve.. joy. :/
[19-18:06] 05415, *Jaret Snomel : wtf. Really?
[19-18:06] 05415, *Jaret Snomel : *Dosent have shit set up*
[19-18:06] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Well yeah.. technically.. it's past midnight here.
[19-18:07] 05415, *Jaret Snomel : wtf christmas.
[19-18:08] 05415, *Jaret Snomel : Christmas = 24 hours of a christmas story on tv
[19-18:08] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Now, you're gonna tell me what that grey icon is or do you wanna get into some gangster shit? :(
[19-18:08] 05415, *Jaret Snomel : I'm going to watch every minuet of it.
[19-18:09] 05415, *Jaret Snomel : Its a secret precious.
[19-18:10] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : You and precccciousssss secret safe with me..
[19-18:11] 05415, *Jaret Snomel : He lies precious, wants to steal it from us he does. Filthy sneaky britishes...
[19-18:11] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : British?! WTF..
[19-18:11] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : I'm not a goddamn limey
[19-18:12] 05415, *Jaret Snomel : What are ye then?
[19-18:12] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : From Denmark..
[19-18:13] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : So I'm Danish.. and not "A Danish".. just Danish.
[19-18:13] 05415, *Jaret Snomel : Filthy sneaky danishes...always making something rotten they are yessss
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[19-18:16] 05415, *Jaret Snomel : That was a shakespeare joke
[19-18:16] f10a5, 'White Owl: Is it four? Crap.
[19-18:16] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Yeah I know.. Hamlet.. you think I haven't heard it before? :P
[19-18:16] 05415, *Jaret Snomel : Hamlet is so much better then that other one.
[19-18:17] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Macbeth?
[19-18:18] 05415, *Jaret Snomel : Romeo
[19-18:18] 05415, *Jaret Snomel : Actually Macbeth is the best
[19-18:18] 05415, *Jaret Snomel : Hamlet is second
[19-18:19] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Man, I can't really appreciate the stories unless I discuss it and the books has a ton of footnotes..
[19-18:20] f10a5, 'White Owl: I hate reading his plays. Watching them is much more enjoyable.
[19-18:20] 1d581, *Assain: ((Shakespeare is so overrated. *pimps out Middleton*))
[19-18:20] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : I like reading them more because of the word play and stuff..
[19-18:24] 05415, *Jaret Snomel : I love the plots
[19-18:25] 687d4, *SeaBlue Leader : Anyways, goodnight..
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[19-18:25] 1d581, *Assain: ((You would probably like Middleton then. He was in the same era, but was just one of the many writers that was pretty much overlooked.))
[19-18:26] 05415, *Jaret Snomel : I want to blow shit up
[19-18:26] 05415, *Jaret Snomel : BLOW
[19-18:26] 05415, *Jaret Snomel : SHIT
[19-18:26] 05415, *Jaret Snomel : UP
[19-18:30] f10a5, 'White Owl: Me too.
[19-18:48] 05415, *Jaret Snomel : BOOOOM AFHJAGJKJ
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[19-19:48] a29e2, Get a Name!: J!
[19-19:49] a29e2, Get a Name!: ....LLAMA!!
[19-19:57] a29e2, Get a Name!: okay. where is mazz?
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[19-20:00] 05415, *Jaret Snomel : BOOM LLAMALLAMALLAMA
[19-20:01] a29e2, Get a Name!: *pounces J*
[19-20:01] a29e2, *Jenalia : *WHERE AM I?!*
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[19-20:04] a29e2, *Jenalia : (( hi bird. *wave*))
[19-20:04] b8f4f, *Falcon24 : Hi.
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[19-20:09] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((Bhwahahahah))
[19-20:09] 1d581, *Assain: ((O_o))
[19-20:13] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((I have PONIES!))
[19-20:13] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((oy... not only does my family think I'm 13, byut they also don't communicate. My gparents ANd aunt/uncle got me a watch each. I have three now.""))
[19-20:14] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((I shoudl be Like Gomez Addams... one says 730, on the other wrist, it says 545, and the pocket watch says 8, so it must be 6 oclock!))
[19-20:15] 1d581, *Assain: ((LOL))
[19-20:16] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((I think I will do that.))
[19-20:22] a29e2, *Jenalia : ((so...it's...hi gomez!))
[19-20:23] a29e2, *Jenalia : ((i'ma go play games.))
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[19-20:24] 1d581, *Assain: *the devices were finished. 13 for each wall, plus the ceiling, equaling 65 motion sensor devices that had been programmed to fire on organic matter only, though she was sure that Kuma would figure out a way to disable at least a few of the devices. Or rather she hopped he would. All that was left was the installation, though even that should have been completed for the end of tomorrow. Pacing not too far from Kuma, still firmly strapped to the operation table, 4 of the dead worms working their way through Kuma’s veins. Aside from being incredibly uncomfortable the worms seemed to be harmless to a living host, though she wouldn’t know for sure until she pulled them out. She takes a long pull from the black cigarette, the perfume of it resembling dragon’s blood incense, her footfalls silent against the floor as she paces, her left eye clouded with throught*
[19-20:24] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: (((*sidles up to Assain * Cara maia!*kisses up the arm*))
[19-20:25] b8f4f, *Falcon24 : tl;dr
[19-20:25] 1d581, *Assain: ((*coyly turns her head away* Mon chere))
[19-20:25] 05415, *Jaret Snomel : ((*Sticks a lightbulb in his mouth, glowy glowy glowy*))
[19-20:26] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((Oh morticia! when you speak french it sets my gypsie blood on fire! *kiss kiss kiss * ))
[19-20:27] 05415, *Jaret Snomel : ((*Cackle, blows something up, goes flying offa the balcony into the yard*))
[19-20:27] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *groans a bit... he had passed out, from a combintation of exhaustion and blood loss... not much was lost, but he was already lacking in fluids to begin with, groaning in his sleep, the sensation of the words invading his subconciousness, preventikng him from the deeper, more restful sleep*
[19-20:28] 1d581, *Assain: ((*whispy/mysterious/sexually insinuating voice* Later, darling. I think Uncle Festering J has blown himself up again))
[19-20:29] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((*Looks up and says brightly * That's okay! he can clean up on his own! *kiss kiss smooch*))
[19-20:32] b8f4f, *Falcon24 : hooray for the internet.
[19-20:33] 1d581, *Assain: *her eye slides over to glance at him as he groans, glad that he had slept as it could have been taken that she went back no her word if he hadn't. She would have hated that. But he had rested, at least partially. She was considering giving him another day of rest, though this really was more for her benefit then for his. She wouldn't release him into the cube until after the worms were pulled out, and she wanted to give them plenty of time to circulate through him. Taking another drag, she exhails slowly, pausing by a waste can to tap the ash in*
[19-20:35] 1d581, *Assain: ((*coy eyebrow quirk* Ah, mon cher, je pelerai votre peau et votre bain vous dans le jus de citron et le sel))
[19-20:36] 70540, *Maxwell Creed: ((I'm sure if I could understand that, I'd be turned on too.))
[19-20:36] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((*ooohs and kisses, making his way to nher neck*&))
[19-20:36] b8f4f, *Falcon24 : Over the internet.
[19-20:37] 1d581, *Assain: ((It;s suppose to say "Ah, my dear, I will peel off your skin and bath you in lemon juice and salt"...now if it actually says that or not I have no clue. *needs to just by a translator*))
[19-20:37] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((close enough. I know french))
[19-20:38] 05415, *Jaret Snomel : ((*Scratches his ear* I think I'm turned on enough, even when i know what it means))
[19-20:38] 70540, *Maxwell Creed: ((Ah-ha! You see! I was right!*Wiggles eyebrows*))
[19-20:38] 1d581, *Assain: ((*was suppose to take German* But I was thrown into Spanish. Yeah, figure that one out))
[19-20:39] 1d581, *Assain: ((*eyes Kuma, J, and Max...* o/ *pwns*))
[19-20:39] b8f4f, *Falcon24 : Ugh.
[19-20:40] 05415, *Jaret Snomel : OMG I looooooooove chocolate
[19-20:40] 05415, *Jaret Snomel : but I cant eat it cause then I'll get fat.
[19-20:40] 05415, *Jaret Snomel : But its sooooooooooooo good
[19-20:42] 1d581, *Assain: ((*gives J some slimming vertical stripe suits* you'll look fabulous))
[19-20:43] 05415, *Jaret Snomel : OMG I know. *Tosses hair*
[19-20:44] 05415, *Jaret Snomel : *Which that in itself is a joke because you know. Buzzes his head every two weeks*
[19-20:45] EXIT: Falcon24 has left the chat ( ).
[19-20:45] 70540, *Maxwell Creed: ((*Knows Spanish.*))
[19-20:47] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *groans softly, whimpering in his sleep, but doesn't wake up*
[19-20:47] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((I know two phrases in Russian))
[19-20:47] 1d581, *Assain: ((I'm hoping to take Italian this coming semester. And I think I'm off for the night. Later))
[19-20:48] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((Priviet, Kak Diela? And Schto Yeb!?))
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[19-21:00] fee26, *Preigh Notrah : ((Death. ))
[19-21:00] 70540, *Maxwell Creed: ((*Just read 'Mort' by Terry Pratchet. Now finds Death amusing.*))
[19-21:03] 70540, *Maxwell Creed: ((Pratchett*)
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[19-21:16] f10a5, 'White Owl: I wish I knew Russian.
[19-21:18] f10a5, 'White Owl: Actually, I wish I was fluent in every known language.
[19-21:22] f10a5, 'White Owl: And that I had a sandwich...
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[19-21:23] a29e2, Get a Name!: owleh!
[19-21:30] EXIT: Maxwell Creed has left the chat ( I AM DEATH! ''No really? The black robe, skeletal frame, and giant sythe didn't give THAT one away.'' ).
[19-21:33] f10a5, 'White Owl: Yep.
[19-21:39] JOIN: Get a Name! has entered.
[19-21:40] f10a5, 'White Owl: Hello GaN.
[19-21:41] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((Heed these wise words--it's cold in December.))
[19-21:44] f10a5, 'White Owl: Oh, I know. I live in Minnesota.
[19-21:50] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((Bloody cold this year, it seemed to hit late here in upstate New York, but when it hits, it's a surprise.
[19-21:50] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ))
[19-21:51] f10a5, 'White Owl: Wowza.
[19-21:54] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((Mh. Quiet lately. Not much RP going around..))
[19-21:55] a29e2, Get a Name!: of course it's cold in december. what'd you expect sunny skies and beach weather?
[19-21:55] f10a5, 'White Owl: It's like that in Florida.
[19-21:56] a29e2, Get a Name!: yes. i disrupted rp. i went off shopping. :/
[19-21:57] a29e2, Get a Name!: it's around 20-30 here right now.
[19-21:57] a29e2, Get a Name!: i'll rp!
[19-21:57] f10a5, 'White Owl: It was around 70 when I left a couple weeks ago...
[19-21:59] f10a5, 'White Owl: Actually...It's only been one week.
[19-22:03] f10a5, 'White Owl: Man...Am I killing the chat? Is it me?
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[19-22:16] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((GaN: I'm about to do some investigative work searching for Kuma. Nyevin will likely want some help. Care to join me?))
[19-22:17] f10a5, 'White Owl: Har.
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[19-22:21] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : *Taps a way at a computer terminal, going over the faces and corresponding names at the Academy...*
[19-22:21] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((away, rather.))
[19-22:21] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((White Owl, what chars do you have?))
[19-22:22] f10a5, 'White Owl: I haven't been here in months...lol I can't remember.
[19-22:23] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *the face was in late teens at least, almost fully grown with hard, high cheekbones. The hair was dark brown, or black... it was hard to tell from the darkness, and the eyes, a sandy brown, almost sad. But the image would have been skewed... shadowed as well as showing signs of a fight or beating - a broken nose, and one cheek swollen and bruised.*
[19-22:23] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((Mh..okay.))
[19-22:24] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : And I thought my academy ID was bad....*taps a few more keys, making sure he has a full description of what the academy has on the lad that would be unrestricted to any other user*
[19-22:24] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : *Name, planet of origin, etc*
[19-22:25] f10a5, 'White Owl: *Remembering* Didn't I make Vulfing? Meh.
[19-22:27] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : *Sees the picture that is nicer than the one he saw in his mind...linking it, finding signifigance...his frown deepens as he pulls up the database of info on the young man, name, age, planet, favourite herb, etc*
[19-22:27] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((Vülfing! Yes, I remember! I was your partner!))
[19-22:27] 0f22a, *Wist : ((WIST!!))
[19-22:28] f10a5, 'White Owl: lol
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[19-22:29] f10a5, *Vulfing: (( It's like a freakin' minigame...I have 50 old passwords. Oi ))
[19-22:30] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *the information comes up... but seems to not fit. Smiro Aleen, sixteen years old, his family is on Coruscant and he joined at age 6... but his file is tagged as 'deceased'., the death date from before the kidnapping of the young man Nyevin sensed*
[19-22:30] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((I keep about three or four...))
[19-22:31] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : *Taps a few more keys, querying 'Aleen' through the database, to see if there are more matches than the current deceased one*
[19-22:32] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *Bingo. Another one, the older brother... eighteen, MIA since last week, on suspended studies to mourn his brother. Also raised on Coruscant, likes spicy foods*
[19-22:35] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *gives his height, weight, where he ws in training... not a full Jedi Knight yet, still a padawan. Joined at age 10, was the calmer of the two brothers, protecting his little brother. *
[19-22:36] f10a5, *Vulfing : ((Is this the right color? Hm...
[19-22:37] f10a5, *Vulfing : Huzzah. ))
[19-22:38] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((Love to have you in on this RP too, Vülf. But I'd ask Kuma how best to integrate yourself if you want.))
[19-22:39] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : *He nods, looking moderately satisfied with the data given...nevertheless, he downloads it to a datacard and pockets it, along with a small portable datacard reader the library offers...not really a full datapad*
[19-22:41] f10a5, *Vulfing : (( Oh no hurry. Just remembering things. ))
[19-22:41] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: ((Feel free. Not sure what to post now...))
[19-22:51] f10a5, 'White Owl: I am killing the chat...yikes.
[19-22:52] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((No, I was just waiting for someone..))
[19-22:52] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : ((Anyways..))
[19-22:53] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : *Vacates the academy, wandering out with his illustrious, glossy obsidian cloak that masks more elaborate dark blue and violet robes...he melds easily with shadow, searching for the Jedi's presence....but eventually moving for more conventional means...he strangles a random street urchin, pinning him up against a wall and demanding of him if he'd seen or heard any rumor of Jedi that passed trhough or had encountered strife or capture*
[19-22:54] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *there is no sense of the young Jedi in the force. Either he's dead, unconcious or out of range, or 'hidden' somehow from the force. The urchin gurgles and struggles, staring at Nyevin * Uhm... uh... a few nights ago... heard some screaming... *points up, * that way... fourty blocks...
[19-22:59] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : Hmm....you wouldn't lie to me...would you? *glares at the creature with a gaze as to penetrate one's soul...the gaze of wretched pain and entropy*
[19-23:00] a29e2, *Haley Lorian : *unfortunately. sensed the turmoil a ways from the temple...knowing the signature vaguely. she sought it out. finding nobody other than Nyevin there strangling the creature...she moves up and settles her hand on his back. looking at the creature and then nyevin* laying it on a little too thick don't you think?
[19-23:01] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : *Sets him down gently, turning to Haley and sighing softly* When Jedi go missing...it distresses me immensely. It makes me feel as though I've failed...failed once more, that is to say.
[19-23:02] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *the creature gurgles again, quivering before he's put down, and turns to bolt off into the night*
[19-23:03] a29e2, *Haley Lorian : You're not the only one. *she glances to the creature again as it bolts off.* from the body language it didn't seem to be lying though. We all dislike losing track of one of our own. It's just better if you don't use force unless absolutely necessary.
[19-23:06] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : *Shakes his head helplessly* If we cannot protect the new Jedi from the horrors of this pathetic metropolis...how can we protect them from threats far greater?
[19-23:06] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : *But he does indeed start off in the direction that the creature indicates*
[19-23:10] a29e2, *Haley Lorian : *moves after him...her voice level, calm. * Jedi are not gods. We're still just as vulnerable as anyone else. All we can do is our best. *there's a pause before she speaks again* shouldn't we bring more people?
[19-23:12] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : No, this is merely a preliminary investigation...I don't expect to find and dispense valiant rescue this night...
[19-23:13] a29e2, *Haley Lorian : Oh...*her brows knit slightly...and she sends out threads of force sense. miniscule. barely detectable...searching. *
[19-23:15] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *haley will not find Kuma, that's for sure... another student a few blocks away getting a moment's peace3 with his unofficial girlfriend, but that's it.*
[19-23:16] a29e2, *Haley Lorian : *o_O wasn't looking for kuma. was looking for a trail...remaining echoes of stuff. that like*
[19-23:18] 89f08, *Kuma Aleen: *few in the area. Just general feelings of fear though, or elation... not enough to really get a lead*
[19-23:19] 0f22a, *Nyevin Maggrig : *Taps a dilapidated old button, signalling a speeder taxi, which soon arrives...he gruffly opens the door, but gestures to Haley to enter first politely* I do not want to walk the forty blocks he indicated on foot...