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The Tribal Spear (OC hangout)

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#41 Posted: 2015.08.20 20:49
((SERIOUSLY BLOODY WELL POST SOMETHING! OR I'LL GET MAD! SadWhat?ShockedXEvilTwistedBlink))

Waves that dye the land gold. Blessed breath to nurture life in a land of wheat. A path the Sef descend drawn in ash.

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#42 Posted: 2015.08.20 21:42
"Well, I suppose that is good. I am just fine right now, life's been picking up rather quickly." Viktor sipped on his Amarr Victor.

((Sorry, lost old post, and there is very little I can think of to progress the story.))
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#43 Posted: 2015.08.20 21:48  |  Edited by: Jonny D Buelle
True Adamance wrote:
((SERIOUSLY BLOODY WELL POST SOMETHING! OR I'LL GET MAD! SadWhat?ShockedXEvilTwistedBlink))


((YOU CANT TELL ME WHAT TO DO!))


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Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
#44 Posted: 2015.08.26 03:38
sir RAVEN WING wrote:
"Well, I suppose that is good. I am just fine right now, life's been picking up rather quickly." Viktor sipped on his Amarr Victor.

((Sorry, lost old post, and there is very little I can think of to progress the story.))


Kador stood momentarily vexed by the Caldarian standing opposite him. He knew from experience that their people could be particularly stoic and dour however the man's limited offering of words seemed to verbally stagger him.

"I... uh..." He paused a moment completely unsure of what to say. Revon seemed to regard him with a mild look of interest and amusement, cocking an eyebrow as he sipped his cocktail.

"I'm guessing Kador was interested in Ms...... Solantu." Satja offered politely, covering for his hesitation. "You do seem very comfortable around Immortal's...."

Waves that dye the land gold. Blessed breath to nurture life in a land of wheat. A path the Sef descend drawn in ash.

Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
#45 Posted: 2015.08.27 03:53  |  Edited by: Hunter Junko
Niina Eskola wrote:


"Eh, hey Junko-haani?" she muttered over her shoulder loud enough for the immortal to hear, "Would it be okay if I used your bar for the evening?"


"Hya'salia paid no attention to the question, but continued studying the relic with the determination that earned her the respect of many immortals and mortals under her command. it was Kyoko who had replied to Niina.

"Yes you may, though i'd like to ask if you could keep it ...... you know, discreet Niina-haani" she said with a smile.

-Hya'salia
'ok, ok atlas scan seems very recent, composition 37,12 20.' she though as she ran a finger over the atmosphere contents, as the three number represented the main components nessecary for life, Oxygen, nitrogen and carbon dioxide.

'We'll need rebreathers' she thought, and then signed off on the contract. walking back to Kyoko, she smiled and gave her a small hug.

"i'll accept it old friend" Hya'salia simply said. to which Kyoko nodded, raising a glass to her.

"Should we begin?"
Concordiat Mercenaries
#46 Posted: 2015.08.27 07:39
Niina Eskola wrote:
"Eh, hey Junko-haani?" she muttered over her shoulder loud enough for the immortal to hear, "Would it be okay if I used your bar for the evening?"

Kyoko wrote:
"Yes you may, though i'd like to ask if you could keep it ...... you know, discreet Niina-haani" she said with a smile.


After Kyoko gave her the word, Josh watched as Niina went to work.

A young Intaki man made his was up to the bar.

"Oooo. My, my, what do we have here? I must admit, you're far better to look at than those service drones running about. Think you could make me a Wildheart? No honey. Just black, like those sexy tats of yours," said the young man with smug smile on his face.

Josh watched Niina picked up bottles like it was second nature, pouring the liquor with precision, almost as if she never retired from bartending.

As Josh was watching Niina make the drink, he turned to Galm, whom didn't look all that pleased.

"Oh SON of a B!TCH...... I better say something before Galm flips his lid..." thought Josh.

"Hey, don't even try, man. He's her husb... uhm... partn... *ehem*... they're together," replied Josh to the Intaki as he pointed at Galm.

"Oh? It sure doesn't look like it. What kind of man let's his woman make drinks for other men?" snorted the Intaki as he scowled at Josh and Galm.

Josh could only put his face in his palm in amazement at the young man's dumb-assedry. He made a deep sigh as he awaited what he could only imagine would be the wrath of Galm.

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The Warlords Legion
#47 Posted: 2015.08.27 08:55
Jonny finished his beer and ordered another. He then turned to Kyoko and said "If you need a hand with security, I can get you a good deal with a crack team of immortals. They are a bunch of crazy c*nts but they are a good lot. Except for one..."

He quickly drained his beer and ordered another. His eyes glazed over a bit and he stared off into the distance, looking st everything and nothing at the same time. His trigger finger twitched slightly.

A hand lightly touched him on the shoulder. He then quickly stood up, grabbed the arm that was connected to the hand and flipped the person who was connected to it onto the table. He raised his fist ready to slam it into the person's face. But as he peered into those two blue eyes, eyes that he knew were jis, he stopped.

"And this is why I stayed away, father," said Marcy. She then pushed him off her and ordered an Amarr Victor and sat down at the bar. "F*cking assh*le." She then turned to Robert Conway and said, "So, do you just flirt with the pretty girls, or anything with legs?"

Jonny then blinked twice and sat back in his seat. He mumbled an apology to Kyoko and Hya'salia and sippedbon his drink.

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Eskola Ergonomics
#48 Posted: 2015.08.29 22:19  |  Edited by: Niina Eskola
Robert Conway wrote:


"Oh? It sure doesn't look like it. What kind of man let's his woman make drinks for other men?" snorted the Intaki as he scowled at Josh and Galm.

Josh could only put his face in his palm in amazement at the young man's dumb-assedry. He made a deep sigh as he awaited what he could only imagine would be the wrath of Galm.

Galm didn't even flinch at the comment. He didn't have to. The man had fought on a hundred battlefields and faced thousands of foes, yet somehow walked through the fire proud and unafraid. He'd seen the brutality of the blood raiders, and spread terror with the Dragonaurs. But honestly? He'd never quite met anyone as scrappy as Niina. She was a young, tender thing when the two were alone together. But she had a tolerance for Galm, a shared history that let her know that she could be honest and genuine with him.

Anyone other than Fae had no such luxury. Sneering at the Intaki, she began to hand him the warm beverage before tossing the boiling contents into his lap before slamming the empty cup down on the bar.

"How about the sort of man that actually cares about the interest of his wife and isn't a jealous and manipulative ****!"

She shot a sideways glance at Galm, hoping to see a grin of approval. That's all she really wanted, his attention. She could swear she saw him chuckle to himself, but... Regardless, the guy had it coming. The fact that she was trying to pull Galm out of his shell by emulating the halfbreed's behavior had nothing to do with her course of action. It was more like a social que that she could use to slowly train and mold him into the sort of man she knew he could be.

Like housebreaking a slaverhound.

"Now," she huffed with a sigh, "Can I get anyone else something?"

"Saam saam, saam saam saalya. Mikya arvumaa akteia!"


> --The ghost of a cynic--


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#49 Posted: 2015.08.29 23:37  |  Edited by: Robert Conway
Niina Eskola wrote:
"Now," she huffed with a sigh, "Can I get anyone else something?"

Josh looked up with a very pleasant shock. The look on the Intaki's face was priceless.

"Something else?! How about a coffin!" the young Intaki man, furious and in pain, yelled back in response.

"Planning on committing suicide, are we?" Josh replied back laughing.

"YOU MOTHERFU...." started the Intaki as he took a swing at Josh.

But before his fist could make contact with Josh's face, Adenine grabbed his arm out of the air and flung him to the ground. Before he could get up she kicked him in the nose. As she did it made a cracking sound as it broke.

"Guess you just aren't having much luck with the ladies tonight, are you?" she laughed.

As the Intaki headed towards the exit, nose gushing blood, he yelled, "You two should've kept your b¡tches on a tighter leash! The next time I see either of you on a battlefield I'll terminate your consciences faster than you can say 'Drifter on the starboard bow'!"

And with that the young man was gone.

"Well that was interesting to say the least," said Josh to the group. "As a matter of fact, Niina, I'll take a drink. Make me anything you see fit for this joyous occasion!"

Marcy wrote:
She then turned to Robert Conway and said, "So, do you just flirt with the pretty girls, or anything with legs?"


"I think I spoke too soon..." said Josh.

The voice that spoke to him filled his head. Fear, hate, anger, pain... torture. These emotions all flooded him at once. One of the few voices he could put a name to without a face. Marcy.... His nose twitched. His brow furrowed. The edges of his lips curled down in a frown. He reached for his Ion Pistol only to remember the Bouncer had it. So before he turned around he clenched his fist.

"I most certainly wasn't flirting. But if I had to put you into one of those categories you sure as hell wouldn't be in the 'pretty girls' category," he said with a gruff tone.

"I'm sorry, but... do you two know each other?" asked Adenine.

"She isn't even WORTH introducing you to. You'd be better off NOT knowing her," replied Josh.

All he wanted to do was beat her face into a pulp and rip her eyes out. But what good would that do? For the life of him, Josh couldn't understand how Marcy got so much pleasure out of her OWN pain. The best he could do was put it under a 'win-win' situation. He would at least feel better at the look of her mangled body, and she would be enjoying the sick ecstasy of being destroyed like that. She was the only woman he even considered beating outside of the battlefield.

"What the HELL do you want, Marcy?!" Josh demanded.

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Corrosive Synergy
RUST415
#50 Posted: 2015.08.31 01:29
True Adamance wrote:
sir RAVEN WING wrote:
"Well, I suppose that is good. I am just fine right now, life's been picking up rather quickly." Viktor sipped on his Amarr Victor.

((Sorry, lost old post, and there is very little I can think of to progress the story.))


Kador stood momentarily vexed by the Caldarian standing opposite him. He knew from experience that their people could be particularly stoic and dour however the man's limited offering of words seemed to verbally stagger him.

"I... uh..." He paused a moment completely unsure of what to say. Revon seemed to regard him with a mild look of interest and amusement, cocking an eyebrow as he sipped his cocktail.

"I'm guessing Kador was interested in Ms...... Solantu." Satja offered politely, covering for his hesitation. "You do seem very comfortable around Immortal's...."

Viktor had been slightly distracted during the conversation, although something happened to pull his attention away from other things and towards the group for a time.

Viktor was slightly amused at how Kador reacted to his statement, it had not been much of a statement to reply to, seeing as it only answered a question presented before Viktor, this however was not what caught Viktor's undivided attention, it was the question-like statement made by Satja.

Solantu seemed to be hesitant to speak, oddly dumbfounded by it, for she had never stopped to ask herself why she was so comfortable around them. "I guess I do compared to the average mortal..."
The Warlords Legion
#51 Posted: 2015.09.01 09:54
Marcy sipped her drink slowly. Then she smiled slightly and said "Mr. Conway, you know better than to be rude to me."

She then turned her head slowly to him and said, "Or I can show you why you should fear me." She started to giggled. "Oh what fun I will have, peeling the flesh from your body while you sit there all helpless. Oh I'm getting such a rush just thinking about it!"

Jonny slammed his fist hard on the table then rose to his feet. "Enough, Marcy! I think it is about time you leave and see to that f*cking traitor you call husband."

Marcy shot her father a dirty look, gave him a rude gesture then left, but not before whispering seductivly into Josh's ear: "Next time, Mr. Conway."

Jonny then walked up to Josh and said, "Apologies. She... Well she's a b*tch. But I am allowed to say it because she is my daughter." He then smiled a bit and added, "How about a couple drinks. Barkeep, two Beers and a bottle of whiskey. Oh and get Josh something too."

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#52 Posted: 2015.09.01 15:46  |  Edited by: Robert Conway
Jonny D Buelle wrote:
Marcy sipped her drink slowly. Then she smiled slightly and said "Mr. Conway, you know better than to be rude to me."

She then turned her head slowly to him and said, "Or I can show you why you should fear me." She started to giggled. "Oh what fun I will have, peeling the flesh from your body while you sit there all helpless. Oh I'm getting such a rush just thinking about it!"

Jonny slammed his fist hard on the table then rose to his feet. "Enough, Marcy! I think it is about time you leave and see to that f*cking traitor you call husband."

Marcy shot her father a dirty look, gave him a rude gesture then left, but not before whispering seductivly into Josh's ear: "Next time, Mr. Conway."

Jonny then walked up to Josh and said, "Apologies. She... Well she's a b*tch. But I am allowed to say it because she is my daughter." He then smiled a bit and added, "How about a couple drinks. Barkeep, two Beers and a bottle of whiskey. Oh and get Josh something too."

Josh's tension eased slightly. He was glad Marcy was gone, but he wasn't sure how to act around Jonny. The last time they met things became complicated rather quickly, but luckily it worked out in the end.

"Sorry if this offends you Jonny, but I'd have to agree with the b¡tch part, even if she isn't my daughter. I was planning on making my way over to you sooner or later, just didn't quite know how. Although I was hoping it wasn't because of her. She was one person I didn't want to be here. Besides, it looked like you were busy over there," said Josh as he nodded to Kyoko. "Didn't want to ¢ock block you." He finished with a smile.

Josh felt a tap on his shoulder.

"So are you going to introduce me, or not?" asked Adenine.

"Oh... right. Jonny, this is my... well... sister of sorts. I guess you can say we adopted each other. Adenine, this is Jonny D. Buelle, of which I've told you the stories of. And yes, before you ask, that was the infamous Marcy I told you about."

"Nice to finally put a face to the story. It's a pleasure, Mr. Buelle," she said with a smile.

"And I'm sure you two have crossed paths before, but Galm, Jonny. Jonny, Galm. Oh, and the barkeep is actually Niina. Just... just thought you might want to know." He leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Just thought you might want to know, because the last gentleman who flirted with her got a nice hot cup of Wildheart in his crotch."

"So anyway, what was that all about, Jonny? You yelled at Marcy to go see that 'traitor you call husband'. If I recall correctly, the first and only other time we've met in person, Cale was still working with you. Did... did something happen?" asked Josh curiously.

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Minmatar Republic
#53 Posted: 2015.09.02 00:39
Satja smiled politely at the other mortal woman, noting how they could almost have been foils of one another but for one single shared feature. She could still remember how uncomfortable being around the Templar aspirants had once been with their featureless faces and piercing red glares.

She'd not had a choice in the matter however, slaves never did, and her comfort hadn't seemed to matter back then.

"It took me a very long time to become comfortable around immortals like them..... when I me...." She trailed off as she noticed a serving drone slowly gliding between the patrons a darting, cyclopean eye darting about projecting a ghostly blue tracer that appeared scanning their finger prints.

The small practical looking devices were were of Caldari make and hovered almost four feet off the ground, suspended by pulsing micro-magnetic repulsion fields.
It was these fields that served both to provide the mobility required as well as balance the two steaming dishes on spindly arms.
However this unit did not appear to be in the best condition. It gave of high pitched mechanical whirring sounds every few seconds and its repulsion field seemed to fade at irregular intervals where it pitched suddenly to one side. It was as if the drone itself were having some kind of tantrum.

She offered Revon and Solantu an apologetic smile. "It looks like our drone is having a fit."

She slipped her hand in Kador's and pulled him over towards the small drone. Since he'd ordered the meal the drone had apparently decided Kador was some kind of target and was proceeding to trace and unidentifiable pattern across his chest with it's flickering blue tracer as though it were a semi-automatic weapon.

She was about to reach out for her plate and take a seat at the table when a blue eyed woman, who she thought looked awfully familiar, stepped suddenly away from the bar colliding with her sending them both staggering back a pace. She winced, the other woman's shoulder had struck her jaw in the tangle.

"I'm sorry. I didn't see you there...." She stopped suddenly, breath catching in her throat. There was so much hate in this woman's blue eyes for the breif instant they met. In Johnny's blue eyes.

The Warlords Legion
#54 Posted: 2015.09.02 08:39  |  Edited by: Jonny D Buelle
Jonny sipped took a shot of whiskey and looked at the empty glass. He pour another shot and drank it quickly and as he poured a third shot he said, "About a week ago, I was offered a security job for an egger. Never worked with this f*cker in my life but he paid well and we were attacking slaver ships in Amarrian space. So, win-win."

He downed another shot. "It was suppose to be an easy job, go in, board the ship, kill the slavers and their hounds, grab the slaves and return to Republic space. However we got hit by a member of the 'Marrian Navy. As we were going down, the f*cking egher jettisoned his entire cargo hold, including me. Have you ever been trapped in a jet can for a couple hours? Sh*t ain't fun. I rather be butt ass naked and jerking off on the corpse of the Empress herself than be trapped in one of those again."

He drank from the bottle this time and continued: "I got picked up by the ship that took down our Rifter. Leading the 'welcoming committee,' was Cale. The f*cking traitor must of tipped them off in a bid to rejoin his f*cking 'brothers', or wharever the templars call themselves. Spent the next week being tortured, unable to die and unable to be reborn."

He finished the bottle of whiskey and looked Josh in the eyes and said darkly, "If I ever see him again, he will know why people should fear betraying me. You may think my daughter is a sadist bloodmongering b*tch, but she is nothing compared to me."

All of a sudden, he heard the crash of plares dropping and looked over to see Satja face to face with Marcy. Fearing for her saftey, he stood up and pushed them apart, keeping Marcy, who was reaching into her coat for something, at arms length.

He then said, as calm we he could, "Let us all agree this was an accident and that no blood should be shed here. Marcy, as your commanding officer, I order you to leave right now and find out any information on Cale's whereabouts."

"Father! This wh*re bumped into m-" she was cut off by Jonny striking her across the face with an open hand and got right into her face.

"Marcelene Alina Buelle, I have given you a direct order as your Commanding Officer. Now leave before I tell the Old Man about your insubordination!"

Marcy frowned and was about to reply. But instead she spat on Jonny and walked away, leaving the cafe.

Jonny then relax and breathed a sigh of relief. He then turned to Satja and Kador, and said, "Apologies. My family has been a bit edgy since our recent betrayal. And Satja please do not take offense into me pushing you, Marcy is unstable, even more so now. Please, allow me to pay for your food and drinks, as a way for me to apologize."

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Concordiat Mercenaries
#55 Posted: 2015.09.02 18:34
Josh watched the small scuffle as Jonny separated Satja and Marcy. Something was just wrong with that girl. Everyone knew it. I think even Jonny knew it.

"Adi, stay here with Galm and Niina. I'll be right back." said Josh.

"What? But what if they don't want me here?" she protested.

"Niina just threw a boiling beverage in a strangers crotch. Do you think she would have a hard time telling you to fu¢k off if you were bugging the two of them?" exclaimed Josh with a smile.

Adenine shrugged and nodded in agreement as Josh picked up the two beers Jonny left behind and walked over to him.

"Damn, she must have really bothered you to leave your booze behind," he told Jonny, handing him his beers. "If you'll excuse me, I'll be right back."

He ran towards the elevator and headed up. As the doors opened at the top floor he saw Marcy grabbing the rest of her personal armory from the Bouncer.

He made a comment towards the Bouncer. "Next time I would frisk this one if I were you. She's not the most trust worthy."

Grabbing his Ion Pistol from the Bouncer, he followed Marcy out of the Café.

Once they were out of sight of the mortal civilian, he asked her, "So I just have to know. What did you have hidden in your jacket? That, and were you really going to kill Satja with it?"

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Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
#56 Posted: 2015.09.03 02:14  |  Edited by: True Adamance
Kador wept internally at the loss of his dinner. The steaming place of Rockjaw was arguably one of his favourite dishes and to see it upended upon the floor in such a sorry state, steaming, rich and heavily spiced scent suffusing the air, caused his stomach to growl loudly.

He turned to Johnny shrugging in a rather self conscious manner. It was only food after all, and for men and women of their means the cost of a mere two dishes was barely worthy of note..... Even if the traditionally Amarrian dish had been lathered in a rich peach and pepper sauce that had appeared delicious, succulent, and the only prospect of food he'd had in the past twelve hours.

"I'd appreciate that Mr Buelle and I'm sure Satja would too don't you litt-" He cut of sharply knowing she wouldn't even be there as he turned.

She wasn't.

He sighed deeply turning back to Johnny. He surveyed the Gallentean for perhaps the first time since he had entered the VIP section of the restaurant and found himself unsure of what to make of the man. Foul mouthed, uncouth, and a hedonist (even by the standards of her own people) certainly from their dealings on and off the battlefield but beyond that, staring into his cold blue eyes, he knew nothing of his free lancing counterpart.

His breath caught for a second as he relived the events from just a few seconds ago. Cold blue eyes filled with a dark yet oddly compelling spark of anger. Perhaps that had been what Satja had seen in that moment before the two women had collided spilling his dinner across the floor to be tended by a slowly thronging mass of cleaner drones and sponge like Fedo vying for the scraps.

Satja certainly could have moved. He'd seen her twist out of situations like that before as though it were nothing, the only ways to discern the effort that was involved in consciously bringing each and every muscle required under her control the slight exhalation as her skin stretched taut revealing the toned if somewhat stringy build she possessed.

"Who was that?" He asked curious, slowly trying to piece in her other features around the eyes. He wasn't quite sure if he'd gotten it right but the mental picture was rather endearing. He spared one last glance towards the exit of the VIP section through which he saw the young Matari woman's stormy curls disappear.

((By and by if she weren't protected by the story telling Gods until I choose what to do with her would be many ways to kill her..... but up close and personal is not one of them.))

Waves that dye the land gold. Blessed breath to nurture life in a land of wheat. A path the Sef descend drawn in ash.

Concordiat Mercenaries
#57 Posted: 2015.09.03 07:20  |  Edited by: Robert Conway
((My dear Templar Adamance. We have gathered some of the brightest creative writers in New Eden. We can figure something out I'm sure. If you would like to meet her, i might suggest coming upstairs approximately 2 minutes after my "in story" self. Confront her over threatening Satja? If not, I'm sure you will get your chance to meet Jonny's sadistic love child sooner or later. Just an idea! Big smile))

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Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
#58 Posted: 2015.09.10 03:59
((muthafucking internet had the good sense to crap out on me, sorry for the wait))

the series of events unfolded has Hya'salia and Kyoko both turned to notice Marcy and jonny being led away. instinctively, Kyoko had a hand in her Rail Pistol, while Hya'salia halfway pulled out her Sigis. once the commotion died down, the two holstered their sidearms, while Hyasalia unclipped her holster and set it inside the bar, securing it in one of the various safes inside the Tribal spear.

"Repeat order for Ouryon and satja, should they feel like eating still" she said to another nearby drone, and then looked around for Satja
Eskola Ergonomics
#59 Posted: 2015.09.10 05:01
Robert Conway wrote:


"Niina just threw a boiling beverage in a strangers crotch. Do you think she would have a hard time telling you to fu¢k off if you were bugging the two of them?" exclaimed Josh with a smile.

Galm coughed awkwardly as he tucked his neck deep into the collar of his jacket. He looked over at Niina once more, her upturnt nose wiggling to and froe inquisitively as the two made eye contact. Taking a deep breath, game downed the last of his drink and slowly made his way over to her. He sat at the bar before her, as he had years ago, once again trying to make hopeless conversation with a girl impossibly out of his league.

"If eh... That Intaki prick dared touch you ya'know I would have ripped out his frakking spine right?"

She giggled softly to herself, smitten with the boy as she poured a light drink for herself on the bar.

"Whatever you say partner," she muttered, capping the bottle and placing it back on the middle shelf.

"Is that what this is about?" Galm asked just under his breath, leaning in closely, "I... I meant that as a compliment, honestly. Niina, I don't want you to feel like I somehow own you."

His tongue cramped briefly, coiling as his words left his lips.

"Why not?" she quipped, taking a sip of her drink, "It never stopped you before. You used to own this, remember? All this? It used to be yours."

She lifted herself just slightly over the counter, forcing her chest into Galm's arms as she hover so close that the tip of her nose brushed against the bridge of Fae's. His eyes darted side to side in a panic before gently pushing her way and sinking yet further into his jacket. When he tried to retreat into himself she slapped him lightly across the face, took his hands in hers, and forced them down onto the bar so he was pinned in place.

"Ancestors ch--" Galm stammered, trying to break free but unwilling to resist hard enough to slip from her grasp, "What is it then? Do you want a boy who only takes what he wants or a man that actually listens and supports you?"

"Is it too much to ask for both?"

His breath hitched as she spoke, taken back at the prospect.

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Marcy frowned and was about to reply. But instead she spat on Jonny and walked away, leaving the cafe.


Mercy for Galm came in the form of Marcy as she stormed off in a commotion out of the Tribal Spear.

"Eh... Hey..." Fae bleated sheepishly to try and defuse the tension, "Niina, do you still have that d20 app on your datapad? Why don't we play a game of Everyone is Heth? Maybe we could... Teach some of the soldiers here? Or... Play tiddlywinks? I left my bakku guitar back in New Caldari, maybe we could sing a song or...?"

Truth be told if Niina wasn't here he would have jumped at a chance to spark more conflict, especially if it resulted in giving some kakku harlot a beatdown. Thankfully for all parties involved, Fae's partner / keeper / centerfold was about the only thing able to keep him in line.
The Warlords Legion
#60 Posted: 2015.09.13 00:58
True Adamance wrote:


"Who was that?" He asked curious, slowly trying to piece in her other features around the eyes. He wasn't quite sure if he'd gotten it right but the mental picture was rather endearing. He spared one last glance towards the exit of the VIP section through which he saw the young Matari woman's stormy curls disappear.


"That," said Jonny, downing another shot of whiskey, "is my daughter, Marcy. For your own safety I would suggest staying away from her. Her hatred of Amarr runs deeper than mine, and now it is even worse because of her f*cking golden sh*tting traitor of a husband."

He ordered another shot and downed it. He then looked to make sure Satja wasn't in ear shot and said, "Look, my daughter enjoys bloodshed, even when it's done to her. She lives for it. I know Satja can look after heself but she needs to stay away from Marcy, you both do."

He ordered a third shot, downed it, and tosses a bunch of ISK on the counter. "By the way, if you ever come across a Templar named Cale, kill him and make him suffer." With that, Jonny headed for the door, stopping to apologize to Junko and Kyoko. Before he left, he wrote down his contact information for Kyoko and gave her a wink.

Once he was outside, he opened his comms and spoke quietly saying: "Slim, we need to find Cale soon, Marcy is becoming more unstable..."

Robert Conway wrote:

Once they were out of sight of the mortal civilian, he asked her, "So I just have to know. What did you have hidden in your jacket? That, and were you really going to kill Satja with it?"


Marcy turned around and slowly drew a nova knife from her jacket. A sadistic smile spread across her face and she tilted her head to the side. "Kill," she giggled, "no. Killing is boring." She wrapped her arms around Josh and ran her knife across his cheek. "Making her bleed and cry out for her Gods while I flay the flesh from her living body, that is where the real fun is. Maybe you coukd have some fun. I wonder how much YOU can bleed before you die."

She started to laugh and pressed the knife against Josh's neck. She then pushed him ontoo the ground and said "On second thought, I have bigger things to do than to carve open a pathetjc piece of sh*t like you, Mr Conway." She then turned and walked away laughing.

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