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 Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2005 6:15 pm
"Ah..." Zelroth nodded, although he glanced over at the man with the ponytails. He did not say anything to him, and stood beside Oryn. Zelroth gave a soft cough.
"So, Oryn... I do not mean to pry, but where is it you and your sister came from?.. If you don't want to answer, you don't have to. I'm merely curious."
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 10:30 am
Oryn shook her head slightly, "No, I don't mind answering. We lived out west in an old building, it was a boarding school of sorts once. Taught ettiquete and grace," she smiled faintly, "so called 'female' lessons."
"It's where we did our research with our teacher before she passed away, and the memories there were beginning to feel abit crowded, so we left. Anyway," she looked back to the taller man who seemed to be contemplating her request, "I'm horribly interested in the Glee Anselm dig site."
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 9:12 pm
Jesus laughed scornfully at Drac, his eyes narrowed shrewdly, "What makes you think I have any need for a worker? Droids can do anything I need, and they don't have the same baggage that comes along with sentiants. I'll have to pass you up on that offer."
He turned his gaze to inspect Oryn, an eyebrow raised in bemusement, "I expect that you're willing to pay. I'll be fair though, like you asked. Only thirty thousand creds for the two of you. Plus paying for the extra supplies I'll need to have on board."
"I've got some stuff to do, but be ready by this evening. We'll leave then."
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 4:30 pm
Drac smiled.
I understand.
He knew what he had to do now. This planet was going to drive him madder than he already was if he did not get out. It was time to find a pilot and get him to drive for him for free using... Questionable, but necessary methods.
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 9:05 pm
"Actually later today will not suffice. We need to leave soon, within the hour if possible. I will pay extra for this inconvience, I can assure you," she spoke quickly with a business like manner.
"Now if you go collect the extra supplies my sister and I will prepare for the flight. What dock should we meet you at?"
((I can't write right now xp ))
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 1:52 pm
"Stop! Thief!" The cry came out of the crowd. Jokmo turned his head to see what all the fuss was about. When he saw that the harker had his finger pointed directly at him, he rolled his eyes. It was annoying when he got caught stealing, but it aggravated him to no end when he was blamed without actually doing it. It was like being a virgin father.
He turned around to look down at the accuser and defend himself. He got a word or two out before the merchant came at him with a knife. Jokmo hopped back from the first swipe THe third atack was a stab, and jokmo calmly moved to the side and forward. He wraped his arm around the attacker's and placed his palm on the joint where the arm met shoulder. With a slight motion, the arm was out of socket, with the merchant withing and screaming on the ground. It all happened so slowly for Jokmo, like in the cheezy action packed holoflic's he had grown up with. In reality, it all hapened very fast. He took the distraction of the screaming merchant to flee.
He burst into the cantina and knocked over a twilek barmaid who had just re set a table. Again, time seemed to slow and he reached forward and grabed her. THe action made him loose his balance and he twisted in the air, making her land on him. He smiled and winked at the barmaid. "Come 'round here often?"
Her answer was cut off by the yell of the Owner.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 8:03 pm
Zelroth listened to Oryn explain her situation, and he decided that if possible, he would tag along. He did not know why, but he felt as if he needed to follow this woman and her sister. He glanced at the pilot, "I am also in need of a pilot to get out of here, as with this lady here, I will pay. Since for the two of them it was 30, 000 credits, I assume for one passanger it would be 15, 000? I have that much to travel with with you." He nodded, and tapped his foot patiently waited for a response.
Before that response came, a boy tumbled through the cantina. Zelroth had heard the words 'theif' outside before the boy stumbled in. The teen tipped over a barmaid, then made a snide remark. The owner of the cantina roared out, and angrilly demanded the boy to leave. Zelroth glanced around and stepped forward, helping the maid up. He then reached down and picked up the boy by the scruff of his shirt and placed the kid on his feet. "And who may you be?" Even though the boy was a few inches taller than him, Zelroth held a gaze that was unaffected by the mere structures of height. Zelroth's gaze was piercing and fierce, maybe such as those of an interrigator, and he was interrogating this teenager now.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2006 5:02 pm
"Hands off the merchandise." He freed himself with a flick of his hand and began to walk out the back way when he saw her. She was the definition of beauty. He couldn't take his eyes off her even long enough to notice the screaming man he was tossing into the air for grabbing him was the owner of the cantina. He just stood in the middle of the room staring like the smitten boy he was at Oryn.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2006 6:16 pm
Zelroth eyed the teenager as he simply brushed him away. Now, the warrior did not hold himself in any high station of authority, but he felt he came off that way. This boy seemed to ignore that, and that itself gave Zelroth reason to dislike him. The man then noticed the teen's google-eyed stare at the woman who he was planning to be travelling with. Zelroth highly disliked people who had no sense of dignity, and those who stared at woman with expectional figures. Therefore, Zelroth stepped in the teen's line of sight.
"Close your jaw up and stand straight... Then she MAY even talk to you." Zelroth scolded the teen, although the way he spoke was calm and simple. Zelroth usually struck down men you liked to stare a bit too much, he found it impossibly rude. "Now, I will ask you once more. Who are you?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2006 8:25 pm
Oryn had been watching calmly for a moment before finally intervening. She disliked how Zelroth had been acting, and though the boys eyes upon her made her feel slightly uncomfortable, it was not because of the reason. No, it was because she feared what she sensed in both the males before her, and even, slightly, in the pilot.
She knew that the force had driven her to come here today, but only now she was beginning to see why.
"Zelroth, be kind. I would not want to alienate any potential assistants I may be able to hire."
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2006 10:40 am
Jokmo blinked and looked over Zelroth's shoulder. THe man came off like authority. Jokmo did not like authority. After the woman talked, he spoke. "My name is Jokmo, Jokmo Yacor." He adopted the surname of his mentor during his exile, all three weeks thus far, because he didn't know who would be searching for him or where they would look. He thought it safer to have an ailias. "And as long as you're not going to Correllia, I'd be glad to help you." He tried to remain as calm as possible, but a twinge of nervousness crept through his voice.
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2006 1:50 pm
Zelroth flushed noticably at Oryn's words, taking a step back from Jokmo. "I apoligize, miss Oryn." He replied meekly, as if he was a child who misbehaved. He then whispered to Oryn so that no one could hear: "The way your sister spoke, I did not even think you were hiring anyone.." He admited truthfully. Zelroth then glanced over to the teen, "Well then, Jokmo. I apoligize if I was rude to you..." He spoke this obvious reluctance, his face a slight shade of pink as he spoke.
Feeling that there was little more for him to say, Zelroth stepped to the side and sat down beside the pilot. He then spoke to the bar-tender, "One glass of red wine." He spoke calmly, reminding himself not to act so quick in public, for it made him feel like a fool when his actions were not recognized as 'the right thing to do'....
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2006 3:02 pm
Drac went over to the owner of the cantina, his eyes gleaming with friendliness.
Excuse me, sir, but would you happen to know of any pilots around here? The owner looked at him with indifference.
"That person over there is a pilot, I believe. I've seen him come here a few times." The owner pointed at a human drinking in the corner.
Thank you, my kind sir. With that, Drac strided towards the human pilot.
Excuse me, would you mind giving me a ride?
That will be 15,000 credits.
Of course. I have no money with me, but I have plenty at my house. If you would accompany me there I would gladly pay you.
That's fine. I will give you a ride to your house so we can get it over with.
Excellent. Drac and the pilot then exited the cantina, got into the ship, and flew over to the house.
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2006 1:04 am
((Adam is being a lazy bum so I have permission to post for him. I'm too lazy to go onto his account, so it'll be here.))
Jesus smirked slightly, "You drive a hard bargain, but seeing as your "sister" is bound to give you hell later, I won't complain." He walked over to her and extended a hand, "My name is Jesus, and just so you know, the kid will cost you extra," he said as he gestured to Jokmo.
"And if you're planning on going to the same destination as these people then fifteen thou is fine. I'll charge you extra if it's any farther on my fuel usage though." He gave Zelroth a hard look, almost seeming to be weighing the other male on some scale of judgement.
Oryn shook the hand firmly, though she found it difficult to meet Jesus's eyes with her own. "She'll be mad at me, I'm quite positive." She bit her lip in thought as her gaze brushed over Jokmo and Zelroth, whom she gave a small nod to when Jesus asked about his destination.
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2006 5:57 pm
"Sister? Does she look like you?" Jokmo asked anxiously. Two women as lovely as the one before him would surely make control of lustful thoughts difficult.
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