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 Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 12:54 pm
The Celabratum  This is where everyone comes to hang out, dance and have fun.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 8:28 pm
Ophelia was right in the center of the dance floor, dancing with anyone and everyone who was willing. The black lights were making her purple highlights glow.
She walked through the crowded dance floor and took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink. The bartender slid her order down to her. She picked it up and took a sip. She looked around, rubbing the sweat off her forehead. She took out her Emperors tarot out of her pocket and laid them across the bar.
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 8:48 am
He entered the building quietly, glancing about. Today he was Shard Tarnon, a rogue trader, a man of dark complexion, dark clothing, and even darker tastes. Shard was an interesting person to be, the Coyete thought, a free spirit like himself. The polymorphine had done it's job well, changing him into a 6'3 man of rangy build, his hair black as pitch and soulful deep brown eyes.
Shard pats his pocket, checking to see if the forged permits and charters were still there. After assuring himself that they were indeed in the pocket of his long flowing great coat, he returns to business. He was meant to meet a contact here, one who could further the glory of the great family Tarnon. The press of bodies reminds of faintly of his days in the hive, though the pound music gives him a bit of a headache.
Unable to spot his comrade, he takes a seat at the bar and orders a slug of Gorsk White Gyn. He does not drink it, simply holds it in his hand and lets the scent of the incredibly powerful liquor roll over him.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 8:46 am
Ophelia noticed a guy sit two seats down from her. She smiled, knowing she wants "to get with him". She scoots down the stools until she is next to him. "Hey" she said in a soft tone. She then traces her figure around the rim of her glass as she looks at him.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 11:04 am
He opens his eyes, he had not realized he had closed them. Apparently he had started to drift away into the past.
He sets the glass down and realizes that the woman next to him had said something. Bad for business, not paying attention can get one killed.
Turning his head slightly, he sends a half-smile her way as he looks her over. The woman's hair was fantastic, he loved anything unnatural when it came to hairstyles. However, he notices that something is odd about her legs. He files this away for later, not really caring at the moment. It is a pity he is here on business. His "friend" always chooses the most distracting places to meet.
"Hey." he says, turning that half-smile into a fuller, more vibrant version of itself.
The voice trainer had done it's job. Instead of his more harsh, rapid form of speaking, his voice comes out smooth and creamy, like chocolate and caramel.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 11:51 am
Ophelia looks down, then back up, looking at him out of the corner of her eye. "Are you new to these parts?" she asked trying to start a conversation, but not really knowing what to say. She took a sip of her drink and slowly licked her lips.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 5:38 pm
He nearly says something terribly uncouth, but reigns it in at the last second. Instead he takes a very small sip of his drink. He regrets it immediately, he was never able to hold his liquor, and the Gyn was more powerful than even triple-distilled amsec.
He coughs slightly on the drink and sets it back down, his dark skin flushing further.
"I don't even know why I order that. Ha, I suppose you could say that. I travel quite a lot. Always find myself in new and interesting places. What about yourself?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 7:09 pm
Ophelia giggled at his ability to hold liquor. "Well, I'm originally from Jhnna, but I came here." she took another sip of her drink. She set it down and cleared her throat.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 5:09 am
He chuckles quietly and takes another sip. He only makes a slight face this time, his tongue already numb from earlier.
"Well, I would have hoped you had came here, else I would be speaking to a hallucination."
He grins.
"Hmm, never heard of that planet. Then again, there is alot of space out there, thousands of worlds found and lost everyday..... Was it a nice place?"
He idly begins to wonder why this woman is even speaking to him. In his current state he was only passably handsome. His clothing was decent, but nothing fancy. The great coat being a non-military issue, she wasn't picking him out as a man in uniform. A spy? Perhaps.. His contact is still missing after all.. Assassin? No.. no one should know he is here.. Strange.. Still, it was rather nice, he had gone without conversation for quite a while.
"Full of wonder, majesty, friends and family perhaps?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 5:25 pm
"It was...Okay. Not the best place to live." She didn't feel like telling him it really was a back water planet. She sighed and took another small sip. "And I came here for work." She looked at him and smiled, putting her drink back on the counter. ((Im sorry for the OOC, but i was wondering if the lime color was to hard for you to read.))
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 3:39 am
He nods knowingly.
"Yes, I know of that sort of place. My own world was a terrible place. Full of poverty, crime, hatred, and death. I still don't understand where things went wrong, it had all the makings of a great place.. but.. instead if became a failure."
He clears his throat some. Afterwards, he waves over the bartender and when the bartender arrives, he nods to her.
"Anything else you'd like to drink? Something you'd like to try? I hear this place has some various drinks alot places do not. My treat, for being such lovely company" He goes on, while she makes up her mind.. "So, came here for work hm? What do you do stranger? Free agent?"
(Yes, I can read it fine, thanks. ^_^ )
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 8:22 am
Ophelia looked at the bar tender. "Just give me anything that tastes good." She smiled at the guy she is sitting next to.
"I guess you can call me a mercenary." she said scratching her ankle where her sanctioning brand use to be. "By the way, you never told me your name." she paused, "And I never told you mine, I am Ophelia."
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 7:45 am
"A mercenary eh? Well, freelancing is a good way to make money when you find the right people. However, if you wind up with the wrong people, it can get you killed.. especially for the self important types."
He sends a wink to the bartender who brings her out a double amsec on ice, with a small stemmed fruit on a toothpick inside.
"Me? Well, I am Shard, of the Tarnon dynasty. I travel various galaxies trading goods and valuables for.. many things. A pleasure to meet you Ophelia."
(Are her bionics noticeable, like big bulky plasteel, or are they expensive and human looking?)
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 9:50 am
((They are human looking))
"I gotten into trouble a few times, but nothing I couldn't handle." She smiled and nodded her head at the bartender when he brought her the drink. She remembered the time she opened her mind to far into the warp and was possessed by a powerful daemon. She shivered just thinking about it. She was glad that the inquisition was there to save her, she was also glad that they got rid of the daemon instead of keeping her as bate.
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 10:59 am
"Oh, I wouldn't doubt it, you look capable enough. So are you out here looking for work now, or just having a good time?"
Something was definately wrong. He glances at his wrist chrono. He'll have to go soon, his contact is a bust, and staying would be dangerous. Yet, he remains in his seat, turned fully to the woman now.
"I remember one time, my ship was attacked by Freebooters. I don't particularly have problems with Orks, sure, they are smelly, rude, violent, and all around bad, but they are generally far far away from me. Unfortunately, this band of Ork Pirates recently had their Rokkit Ship damaged and... well... bah.. I'm sorry.. I'm probably boring you."
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