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The Tribal Spear (OC hangout)

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Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
#1 Posted: 2015.08.11 03:25  |  Edited by: Hunter Junko
Hya'salia wrote:
D'weu Málilw'yr!! so, straight to the point. a friend of mine has Just opened a Thukker themed Cafe, and has asked me to recommend a few people I may know of. there are two sections, one for the mortals, and another for the immortals( Labeled VIP) if you want to come and enjoy some food, please do, and please keep it down, otherwise; you'd be on the receiving end of a Sigis Slug, annd the bodies are always hard to clean up. that said, here are the coordinates. have fun!!

-Hya'salia



the Tribal Spear.

True to the Minmatar design philosophy, the Cafe had taken a Minimalist yet, homely atmosphere with its Stained dark cherry wood lining the walls and the railing, the entrance floor was directly over another floor, with a set of stairs leading into a second floor below, both places lined with sofas and tables made of a lighter shade of wood than the walls. underneath the second floor was the where the cashiers would calmly take orders of any customers.

the ceiling had been stripped, revealing the bare skeleton of the building for those to see, various charms and light fixtures hung from the piping and the walls, if one where to transcribe the writing, would reveal simple prayers for health and longevity.

However, it is near the back of this calm, and simple cafe, an elevator with the words VIP that stands out.
after boarding the elevator, you are greeted with a bouncer, who will politely ask for your weapons and hidden tools. one obligating to such a request, you are given permission to enter. As the Doors open you are greeted with a simple plague, one that has shown its test of time, the rusted coloring of the metal holds a motto, one respected by nearly most Thukker Tribesmen.


"You are neither Amarr, Caldari, Gallente nor Minmatar as long as you inhabit these premises."


the Immortals section of the Cafe has taken on a more modern approach, its Lavish and spacious decor bear some similarities to Caldarian Interior design, yet the metallic tones that were prevalent were replaced with wooden furniture sourced from the Temperate planets of the Wildlands.

On the far corner of the lounge, a small series of tables and chairs are arranged neatly close to the windows, offering a view of the Space station from where it was located. outside you could be the sparks and the flashes of repair crews welding fresh armor plates to battered vessels, or maintenance drones applying a layer of paint to conceal the battle scars of the vessels past.

to the center, is a large island table, at its center lay a large helping of beverages, both non-alcoholic and alcoholic in nature, teas of various empires and a wide variety of fruit.

you take a seat (anywhere), and immediately a drone appears and addresses you in proper form.

"D'weu, Welcome to the Tribal's Spear, our today's special is a Caldarian dessert of sweet rice with red beans inside coated in Soybean powder, complete with a beverage of your choosing"

((for reference))

((this too))
The Warlords Legion
#2 Posted: 2015.08.11 03:56
Jonny smiled as he read the message on his wristcomp. Been a while since someone opened a new restaurant, he thought as he puffed on a cigar. He heard a scream and looked up from his wrist comp.

"Damn it, Marcy!" Jonny shouted as he got up from his seat. "I said DON'T slice the jugular!" He approached the dangaling man who was covered in cuts and was missing certain appendages. He then drew his ion pistol and put one semi-charged round in between the man's eyes. Looking up at his daughter he could see the look of pur ecstasy in her eyes.

"F*ck you old man, I was just starting to have fun!" She said spitting on him.

Jonny wiped the spit off, holstered his weapon and headed for the door, picking up his coat on the way out. "Clean this **** up Marcy, and message me the report on what he told you. I'm going out for coffee." With that he made his way to the Cafe Hya'salia mentioned in her message.

When he arrived, he took a look around and decided to sit in the immortals section. Once he sat down he ordered a coffee, black no sugar, and began to admire the decor. It wasn't his style or taste, but he felt like it suited the place quite well.

Once he got his coffee, he took out a flask from his jacket pocket and poured a little bit of liquor into his coffee. He took a sip, grimanced, them poured a bit more liquor in it.

I wonder if I can smoke in here he thought.

On the other side of the cafe, he saw a couple mortals giving him a dirty look, he ignored it. He was used to it.

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Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
#3 Posted: 2015.08.11 14:32  |  Edited by: Hunter Junko
"ok, put her through her paces, Issac.... slowly... 2 points starboard on my mark..... Now" Hyasalia commanded to her bridge members. some looked back at her and simply nodded in agreement. she turned to issac and gave him a pat on the shoulder.

"Well... another hard day of work i guess" Issac replied. bags had appeared underneath his eyes. for him and most of hte crew it was the longest time pulling contracts since... a while. with the last one done, he knew that the crew earned a well-deserved leave.

"so, Hya'salia" we got enough to cover the expenses? or..."

"well got enough to live comfortably for a good stretch of time, get the Day and night crew a few days shore leave. afterwards we stock up of supplies for a run at the wildlands... Vacation time" she smiled at the last part. Issac merely nodded in agreement, straightened his posture and made off to convey the news.

As Hya'salia was walking towards the station entrances, she could swear she heard very faintly her crew cheering.

' Ahh.... Soo good to be back' Hya'salia noted, and then decided to make way to her old friend's newer startups. "the Tribal Spear"

Walking in, she heard the faint sounds of the Pii'hotki as a woman faintly sings one fo the ancient folktales she's heard of countless times. "Skymother"
she also saw others of various races, enjoying their food or chatting it up with a few of the employees.
"heh, at least its off to a good start" Hya'salia noted, as she made her way to the elevator.
after depositing her Sigis in the care of the bouncer, she made her way to the immortal's room, where the first thing she saw was a familiar face, the immortals favorite drunk... having a coffee.


"one estikin hubra, please" Hya'salia said as she took a seat, referring to an Amarrian Tea that she had been introduced to by Issac. though reluctant at first, she had started to enjoy it due to its supposed rejuvenating qualities
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
#4 Posted: 2015.08.11 22:09  |  Edited by: True Adamance
For the first time in weeks Kador actually felt at peace enough with the universe to doze, enjoying the blissful state of half consciousness as he listened to barely audible sounds. The quiet humming of a Neocom unit against on a glass table, the silky rustling of bed sheets, and soft foot falls as someone crept back towards the bed. He didn't need to open his eyes to imagine the familiar setting of several months.
The same warm golden glow from the system's nebula radiated through the several metre thick plas-glass that appeared as though it were no more than a few millimetres thick by dozens of micro-projectors. The same scattered clothes and tangled bedsheets would give the room a slightly messy appearance despite the neat lines of the ergonomic furniture, sleek glass table, and regal aesthetic conveyed by by the distinctly Amarrian interior décor.

He lay there for several minute musing over finer details of the room nodding off every few minutes. He didn't wake despite a gentle touch that repositioned a wayward lock of his dark hair behind an ear until the soft impact of a silky pillow caught him square in the jaw causing him to rise slowly and prop himself up on an elbow. - He blinked twice as the world came into focus. He glared groggily at the source of his sudden discomfort. Twin orbs of violet grey, a small dusky face, and stormy locks that looked almost irresistible tucked back over a bare shoulder.

“You frown even while you sleep…. I had to do something.” She admitted with a playful shrug, dodging past a clumsy attempt to pull her close to him back down into the tangle of the bedsheets. “Perhaps now you can get and do something useful like telling me how funny or....beautiful I am.”

She laughed as he grunted something unintelligible back, watching him rise and begin dressing.

"What is on the agenda for today?" He asked slipping into yesterday's clothes, a simple sleeveless grey over-shirt, dark trousers, and casual officers boots. He noted with a slight tinge of regret that while he had been distracted she had done the same. "I'm still technically off-duty for another few days."

“You've been taking more and more time off-duty Ka. Am I becoming a bad influence on you? Regardless I received a message from Junko this morning. Apparently one of her friends has opened a new restaurant....in the Republic. I thought we could go together.”

Kador grimaced.

"Hoping Isaac will be there are we?"

"Guilty." Satja admitted rather too transparently, her tone hinting at sarcasm, as she slipped and arm around his waist. " He needs to know about us. It might crush him....but I'm sure he'll understand. No Ka, I want to tell Junko about us. She was always like an older sister to me.... plus no one there will even recognise you with your hair grown out like that. I doub...."

"Why you little heart breaker....." He replied ignoring a muffled protest as he turned around around to kiss her, noting the pretty way she blushed.



Several hours later after and uneventful shuttle ride from their accommodations in the Throne Worlds they arrived outside the Tribal Spear admiring the minimalist and exposed aesthetic. They passed through security with little trouble and descended the stairs into the homely looking 'Mortals' section noting several group of patrons in the midst of exotic looking meals.

"This was a good choice Little One." He said, genuinely surprised to see Rockfish served in a style that was traditionally ethnically Amarrian, slipping his hand over hers. "Interbus in-transit meals are bloody worse than that bio-foam and nutrient paste slop they used to feed me."

Satja nodded in agreement and began talking with one of the waiters, asking after Junko. If he was to be believed she was apparently with a friend in the VIP section. She glanced around the room looking for a small booth. All seemed to be occupied to her disappointment, though her eyes lit up when she saw the simple partition into the Immortal VIP section, dragging him towards the rust coloured plaque next to the door frame.

Satja must have seen Junko's guest first as a horrified expression crossed her features before she could control herself. A moment later the self same expression crossed Kador's features as he picked out Jonny against the spacious Caldari-Minmatar fusion of décor. Both immediately released one another's hands before taking a seat at one of the nearby tables both blushing furiously and praying that they'd not been seen.

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
#5 Posted: 2015.08.12 01:54  |  Edited by: Hunter Junko
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The Warlords Legion
#6 Posted: 2015.08.12 02:00
"Junko!" Jonny said with a grin, raising his coffee cup. "Good to see you! Everything is fine!"

He looked into his coffee cup and realized he was out. He placed the cup down and ordered another. As he waited he heard footsteps followed by a slight gasp. He turned to see Kador and Satja walking into the Immortal's section of the cafe. His grin widened as he saw them sit together.

"My, my, I think Kador looks a bit different, don't you think Junko? Something about him is different."

A moment later his second cup of coffee was served, into which he poured a bit more liquor from his flask, hoping no one would notice.

Retired Duster

Sentinel

Lord of Scrubs

Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
#7 Posted: 2015.08.12 02:05
'ahh too late' Hya'salia thought right after taking her third sip. she heard the sudden gasps of both a man and a woman near the entrance and looked to whoever it was.

One of the various skills she had in her disposal was her ability to gauge the sounds in the enviroment. As a dropship pilot, she needed to pinpoint the type of weapon that was being fired upon her, be it forge or swarm launchers or even a tank round. As a logistics operator, she needed to listen for any breathing coming from a wounded soldier, or if any bones were broken when diagnosis.

so there was no mistaking a male and female's voices, and as she turned to confirm her suspisions, there was no mistaking the female; her "Sister", Satja. her face brightened considerably, then noted the awkward atmosphere her and the man next to her.

Satja Askarin. she met her during a job that also had her Master; a man Hya'salia only refers to as "Adamance", though only calling him that because of their extensive history as Clone Soldiers. Aside being paired up for various missions, she never had the opportunity to speak with him. in the back of her mind she could recall moments where she wanted to break the ice and just chat, to no avail. most times the man was a devout practitioner of his faith, something which would clearly be at odds with her people, If she was affiliated with the other tribes rather than that of the Thukker.


which is why she felt a pang of Deja Vu when she saw Satja alongside an Amarrian.there was no mistaking the facial structure of a true blood.
But try as she might, she could not put a finger as to who he was. his features looked more.... relaxed than any other Amarrian she knew of.

Jonny D Buelle wrote:
"Junko!" Jonny said with a grin, raising his coffee cup. "Good to see you! Everything is fine!"

He looked into his coffee cup and realized he was out. He placed the cup down and ordered another. As he waited he heard footsteps followed by a slight gasp. He turned to see Kador and Satja walking into the Immortal's section of the cafe. His grin widened as he saw them sit together.

"My, my, I think Kador looks a bit different, don't you think Junko? Something about him is different."

A moment later his second cup of coffee was served, into which he poured a bit more liquor from his flask, hoping no one would notice.



" ahh nice, nice. who, Adamance?" it seemed like Jonny had the same suspicions as she did. nonetheless she shrugged and took another sip.

"must be someone else i'd reckon. truth be told my accuracy is failing a bit lately, hows marcy?"
The Warlords Legion
#8 Posted: 2015.08.12 02:25
Jonny's grin faded from his face. And he looked at the coffee mixed with liquor in his cup, he downed the whole thing and ordered another. "Truth be told, I don't know, one minute she follows my orders without question. The next she tries to kill me, and that's just when we are on a job."

His third cup of coffee was served, he didn't add any liquor to it this time. "What's worse is that when we arnt on the job, she refuses to talk to me. Hell I even went as far as getting Cale to talk to her, but that only got his clone terminated. And mine to... And... Well let's just say we are still cleaning up the mess."

He then took a sip of his coffee. He then slipped some liquor into his coffee and said loudly enough for Satja and Kador to hear, "So hows ol' Issac these days?"

Retired Duster

Sentinel

Lord of Scrubs

Eskola Ergonomics
#9 Posted: 2015.08.12 03:11  |  Edited by: Galm Fae
Galm looked like hell as his resounding mundane and non-augmented eyes pieced back at his reflection in his datapad through the grey tint of his aviators. They squinted harshly, struggling to read the blurry words before him in the dim light of his fledgling war barge. He had been on constant deployment for the week, ferrying equipment from system to system across Black Rise in a desperate effort to meet the demand placed by the sudden success of the State Peacekeepers. His ship was a loud, cramped place more akin to a galactic recreational vehicle than a warship and the relentless hammering of the mobile replication lab had kept him from sleeping for several days now. Not that sleep was a requirement for him, but the option was always thoroughly appreciated in the past.

He reached up to rub his temples, waiting for the telltale squirming beneath the surface that hinted at the madness that writhed within. But there was nothing, only the persistent throbbing that had been there for weeks now. He grinned in self satisfaction, hoping he had finally gained some level of control over his psychosis. He may look rugged, unshaven and scarred from backbreaking labor in between combat deployments, but that was all superficial. It was a badge of honor that could be washed away in a moment, and despite his growing migraine he felt far more pride in himself than he had in an age. Despite the pain, sleep deprivation, and mild hangover, it was shaping up to be a wonderful day.

Besides, he had just received an invitation from a former comrade.




The jump to Minmatar space and subsequent rotation planetside may have seemed somewhat drastic to a man not familiar with Hya'salia's cooking but for Galm it seemed like a perfectly reasonable excuse to distance himself from the calamity of war for a few precious hours. Besides, the opening of a new restaurant by a woman like Junko would almost certainly herald the gathering of some of the clusters more interesting mercenaries. Whether or not this was a good thing had yet to be seen, but Fae was certain it would at least be worth the journey.

He eyed the sign outfront of the VIP section for several seconds, his hands tucked tightly into his bomber jacket as the words settled with him.

"You are neither Amarr, Caldari, Gallente nor Minmatar as long as you inhabit these premises."


The concept felt completely alien to Fae, but given the pattern that most conversations between immortals seemed to take without such restriction he felt obliged to mentally agree to the terms posted before entering. He took a seat at the nearest raised stool, eyeing the service drone uncomfortably as it made its rounds until at last it found its way to the halfbreed.

"D'weu, Welcome to the Tribal's Spear, our today's special is a Caldarian dessert of sweet rice with red beans inside coated in Soybean powder, complete with a beverage of your choosing!"

"W--" Galm stammered before clearing his throat, "What, like mochi? Ugh, yeah, yes, I'll have some of those. I'd also like a cup of smoked tea if you have any."

He scanned the bar, making awkward eye contact with the occupants for a brief moment before returning to the drone.

"Actually, swap that tea with a matari mojito... And best you just keep those coming once I'm done with one."

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Vherokior Combat Logistics
Minmatar Republic
#10 Posted: 2015.08.12 03:12
Satja visibly twitched at the mention of the True Amarr member of Junko's crew, craning her neck around so she could glare and Jonny for several seconds before returning back to the menu. She only looked up when she felt a tap on her shoulder and looked up to see Kador with a defeated smile across his features gesturing that they should join the other two.

Compared to how he had been months ago the young Udorian certainly looked more at ease than ever though he still hadn't quite gotten past that intense brooding look that sometimes though he did laugh a more than he once had. She sometimes suspected that this was more the person he'd been before the Palas, perhaps even becoming and immortal.

She considered protesting but in the end capitulated gathering a chair from one of the other tables on her way across and taking a seat next to Junko while Kador settled down in another chair on the other side.

"Hya'salia!" She said warmly turning to face the Matari woman. "It's been too long. How are you?......"

She glanced side ways at Kador who appeared to still be appreciating the restaurant's aesthetic. "...how is Isaac? It's been so long since you last wrote a journal entry. The community was thinking you'd gone dark on them."


Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
#11 Posted: 2015.08.12 03:43
Jonny D Buelle wrote:
Jonny's grin faded from his face. And he looked at the coffee mixed with liquor in his cup, he downed the whole thing and ordered another. "Truth be told, I don't know, one minute she follows my orders without question. The next she tries to kill me, and that's just when we are on a job."

His third cup of coffee was served, he didn't add any liquor to it this time. "What's worse is that when we arnt on the job, she refuses to talk to me. Hell I even went as far as getting Cale to talk to her, but that only got his clone terminated. And mine to... And... Well let's just say we are still cleaning up the mess."

He then took a sip of his coffee. He then slipped some liquor into his coffee and said loudly enough for Satja and Kador to hear, "So hows ol' Issac these days?"

"Busy" Hya'salia replied, downing the rest of her tea. she looked at the cup for a bit and then ordered a Quafe.

"well the both of us, since he is my second in command when we are in the Se'terra. i'd imagine he's off finishing the last of hte nessecary paperwork before we can finally grab some R&R in my homeworld." Hya'salia replied, answering jonny's question.

Satja Askarin wrote:


"Hya'salia!" She said warmly turning to face the Matari woman. "It's been too long. How are you?......"

She glanced side ways at Kador who appeared to still be appreciating the restaurant's aesthetic. "...how is Isaac? It's been so long since you last wrote a journal entry. The community was thinking you'd gone dark on them."[/i]


hearing Satja's voice, from so close, Hya'salia turned and smiled.

"Satja!!" without a moments hesitation, she stood up and gave her a warm hug as if they were close relatives.

"its been soo long, aahh and how you've matured" Hya'salia noted, giving her the once over. indeed she had matured, she was no longer the scared slave she first saw, but Standing tall among the immortals.

her chest is also noticeably bigger.

"ahh Issac is attending to some business in the Se'terra, after that is a little R&R " Hyasalia said, taking a seat next to her.
soon afterwards a cold bottle of quafe was delivered from the drone, grabbing it and popping the top off, she took a decent gulp, admiring the fizzy liquid cooling her mouth.

"as for the journal... well my home system came down with some weird outbreak, i was among one of the infected so i had to stop for a while and recover, and after that, Ishukone had a large queue of deliveries and contracts and before i knew it...!" hya'salia said as she recalled the past events as best she could.
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
#12 Posted: 2015.08.12 22:37
Satja returned Hya'salia's warm embrace eagerly, it was kind and accepting in a way Satja supposed might exist between real sisters reunited after a long period of time, pressing in close to her. When they sat back down she continued asking questions about the home system and the Ishukone deliveries in and excited tone, clearly enjoying the stories from on board the Se'terra. They chatted quietly for several minutes until Kador saw his opportunity to interject, nudging her shoulder insistently.

"Oh.... of course Ka." She squeaked rather excitably pulling the Udorian who was leaning back comfortably in his chair closer to the table. She eyed Jonny warily as if wait for some kind of comment before turning her attentions back to Junko. "I know you've already met a few times but....that was for work...so....um..."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Junko....properly this time." He said leaning across the table offering her his hand. "I hope we can also be friends, Satja admittedly hasn't introduced me to many of her's yet. But please, if you could, just call me Kador or even Tem...."

He suddenly remembered the plaque, the faintest hint of a wry smile playing across his features.

"....maybe just Ouryon then."

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
#13 Posted: 2015.08.13 06:03
True Adamance wrote:
Satja returned Hya'salia's warm embrace eagerly, it was kind and accepting in a way Satja supposed might exist between real sisters reunited after a long period of time, pressing in close to her. When they sat back down she continued asking questions about the home system and the Ishukone deliveries in and excited tone, clearly enjoying the stories from on board the Se'terra. They chatted quietly for several minutes until Kador saw his opportunity to interject, nudging her shoulder insistently.

"Oh.... of course Ka." She squeaked rather excitably pulling the Udorian who was leaning back comfortably in his chair closer to the table. She eyed Jonny warily as if wait for some kind of comment before turning her attentions back to Junko. "I know you've already met a few times but....that was for work...so....um..."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Junko....properly this time." He said leaning across the table offering her his hand. "I hope we can also be friends, Satja admittedly hasn't introduced me to many of her's yet. But please, if you could, just call me Kador or even Tem...."

He suddenly remembered the plaque, the faintest hint of a wry smile playing across his features.

"....maybe just Ouryon then."

Hya'salia blinked for a second, caught off not by the gesture of an amarrian, more as who the man was. while outside she still had a small, eccentric smile. inside she was surprised.

Ouryon Kador, Templar Adamance.

'so Thats how it is' she thought. but the thought whittled away as she took his hand, shaking it firmly.

"well then, D'weu Ouryon-Ka, Vinta'koa hoiigu Ar'myj Satja, at'kea wy'narii" she spoke in her Thukker Dialect.

"hopefully that makes us friends, Ouryon." Hya'salia said, as she raised her bottle to him. " so... one thing though, and apologies in advance; is she considered.... well..umm you know... freed? or is that for when you two get married?"
The Warlords Legion
#14 Posted: 2015.08.13 06:15  |  Edited by: Jonny D Buelle
True Adamance wrote:
Satja returned Hya'salia's warm embrace eagerly, it was kind and accepting in a way Satja supposed might exist between real sisters reunited after a long period of time, pressing in close to her. When they sat back down she continued asking questions about the home system and the Ishukone deliveries in and excited tone, clearly enjoying the stories from on board the Se'terra. They chatted quietly for several minutes until Kador saw his opportunity to interject, nudging her shoulder insistently.

"Oh.... of course Ka." She squeaked rather excitably pulling the Udorian who was leaning back comfortably in his chair closer to the table. She eyed Jonny warily as if wait for some kind of comment before turning her attentions back to Junko. "I know you've already met a few times but....that was for work...so....um..."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Junko....properly this time." He said leaning across the table offering her his hand. "I hope we can also be friends, Satja admittedly hasn't introduced me to many of her's yet. But please, if you could, just call me Kador or even Tem...."

He suddenly remembered the plaque, the faintest hint of a wry smile playing across his features.

"....maybe just Ouryon then."



Jonny's jaw dropped and hung there for a bit. Then he rose to his feet with a massive grin on his face. Walking up to Kador he ordered, very loudly: "Two of your finest Matari Ales for me and my good friend here!"

As the beers were served, Jonny thrust one into Kadors hand, slapped him on the back and said "I didn't think you had it in you! I'm so proud of you, Ka" he then raised his beer to toast Kador and downed it in one go and ordered another round.

Retired Duster

Sentinel

Lord of Scrubs

Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
#15 Posted: 2015.08.13 23:08
Thal steps into the Tribal Spear. Dressed in his normal dark robes with his uniform underneath. He had just come from crusading, and he was exhausted. His blade had hewed a dozen Brutor warriors, his flaylock blasting scores of Matari soldiers. He sighed, wondering how long he'd have to do this. He steps up to the bar, trying to hide himself under his robes, not wanting to be noticed at once, he had seen the sign out front, but he didn't believe it. He quietly whispers to the bartender for an iced tea, sitting quietly as his drink is delivered.

"I am your instrument my Lord, point me to the foes of our Empire." Thal's prayer after becoming a Immortal

Vherokior Combat Logistics
Minmatar Republic
#16 Posted: 2015.08.14 00:37
The two seemed to share an incredulous moment, his clear green eyes meeting her own violet-grey, leaving an awkward silence to hang between the small group of patrons. How the conversation had suddenly leapt from Kador's polite introductions to both Jonny and Hya'salia to marriage of all things she did not know. The concept was so inconceivable.

They'd only some months ago.... effectuated their relationship and she still remained a slave for the foreseeable future.

"No! No! No! Hold on a second Hya'salia.....we just.... I mean we're just 'together', okay." She replied stammering back and explanation she hoped did not sound as inappropriate as she thought it did and trying not to blush. " Nothing's really changed..... we're still trying to adjust to this being a public thing. I mean hell we still haven't figured out how to explain this to my Holder..... or my parents. Ka..."

She glanced over to Kador who, offering a quiet grunt of thanks to Jonny, had gratefully tipped back his pint of ale and was taking long draughts from the glass to avoid having to address the conversation directly. From her seat next to him she could see colour in his sun-bronzed cheeks, the slight beginnings of a scowl, and the same thoughtful lines appearing over his brow.

Rather than say anything she jabbed her below into his ribs at the same time Jonny slapped him on the back causing him to double up coughing, the Matari alcohol bubbling dangerously to the lip of the glass.

"It's not an ideal situation." It took several moments before Kador could speak in between laboured breaths. He shifted in his seat so that he could lean on the table and allow Satja to slip out of her tan sleeveless jacket. "...but we're doing our best to make it work."

"I've not heard any complaints from you." She reminded him pointedly leaning across to take a sip from his glass, and exaggerated look of mild distaste directed as Jonny as if to ask what he saw in the amber liquid.

"That's because I have none Little One."

She loved hearing those words. Almost three years on since she'd met the man in a faceless combat clone she'd known him to be troubled by many things, but now the fact that the nature of their relationship was out in the open and no longer one of them was a great weight off both their shoulders.

"Chosen anything yet?" Kador mumbled absently flicking through the holographic 'pages' of the menu casting appreciative emerald eyes over the vast selection of sea foods. From this angle, with that expression, she sometimes thought he could have passed as a Gallentean holostar.

"Mmmm.....you....". You choose was what she'd meant to say. She was still day dreaming.

"One the menu I mean." He chided her using a sarcastic tone that was neither venomous nor cutting.

She snapped out of her personal revere, cheeks burning. She deserved it though, she berated herself internally cursing the tall Udorian next to her. Unable to meet the gaze of any of the others at the table she slumped against the table top and buried her head in her arms allowing the long dark curls to splay across the table.

"Just get me anything you choose." She mumbled back.

"Okay. We'll have the Grilled Rockjaw in peach and pepper sauce, the Charisoco served with fruited rice, some flat bread, and can I have one of those fried Choupan's with that liquor it comes with?"





((For reference his name is Kador Ouryon not the other way around. Confusing I know because Kador is an heir family name..... in this context it's my character's first name. A mistake I made a long time ago and didn't realise until the character had become near and dear and I couldn't bare to change it.))
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
#17 Posted: 2015.08.14 01:33
Satja Askarin wrote:
[i]The two seemed to share an incredulous moment, his clear green eyes meeting her own violet-grey, leaving an awkward silence to hang between the small group of patrons. How the conversation had suddenly leapt from Kador's polite introductions to both Jonny and Hya'salia to marriage of all things she did not know. The concept was so inconceivable.

They'd only some months ago.... effectuated their relationship and she still remained a slave for the foreseeable future.

"No! No! No! Hold on a second Hya'salia.....we just.... I mean we're just 'together', okay." She replied stammering back and explanation she hoped did not sound as inappropriate as she thought it did and trying not to blush. " Nothing's really changed..... we're still trying to adjust to this being a public thing. I mean hell we still haven't figured out how to explain this to my Holder..... or my parents. Ka..."

She glanced over to Kador who, offering a quiet grunt of thanks to Jonny, had gratefully tipped back his pint of ale and was taking long draughts from the glass to avoid having to address the conversation directly. From her seat next to him she could see colour in his sun-bronzed cheeks, the slight beginnings of a scowl, and the same thoughtful lines appearing over his brow.

Rather than say anything she jabbed her below into his ribs at the same time Jonny slapped him on the back causing him to double up coughing, the Matari alcohol bubbling dangerously to the lip of the glass.

"It's not an ideal situation." It took several moments before Kador could speak in between laboured breaths. He shifted in his seat so that he could lean on the table and allow Satja to slip out of her tan sleeveless jacket. "...but we're doing our best to make it work."

"I've not heard any complaints from you." She reminded him pointedly leaning across to take a sip from his glass, and exaggerated look of mild distaste directed as Jonny as if to ask what he saw in the amber liquid.

"That's because I have none Little One."

((For reference his name is Kador Ouryon not the other way around. Confusing I know because Kador is an heir family name..... in this context it's my character's first name. A mistake I made a long time ago and didn't realise until the character had become near and dear and I couldn't bare to change it.))

Hya'salia listened intently, as the two looked visibly shaken by her little idea of a joke, inside she wondered if she had taken it too far, something of a flaw in her way of thinking, or perhaps its natural for her?

But as she observed the two of them, with Satja lumping over the table(most likely blaming herself or something akin to embarrassment while Ouryon checks through the menu after choking through matari liquor, she simply nodded.

'yeah, they are definitely going to get married, but i guess later ,when time permits it' she thought

"Hey, dont worry Satja, you two will make it work, if it takes a while longer then so be it." she said politely as she gently shook Satja's shoulder. she brought her bottle to her lips and realized she already drank through her quafe. Ordering another one she leaned back and as a fresh bottle was delivered to her hands, she smiled a bit more.

"besides, you two aren't the only one's i've seen with this kind of predicament" Taking a drink she then set the bottle on the table and looked at them in a reassuring manner.

"definitely not the only ones" a voice said, coming from the entrance, dressed in traditional black business attire, with a simple ponytail to keep her black hair in check, a Caldarian woman with sharp features approached the group holding a small number of datapads.

"Jun-mai, its been a while, loved what you did to this place" Hya'salia said with a small chuckle, raising her hand to her good friend, the owner of the Tribal Spear.

"no, if it wasn't for your father, this idea wouldn't have gotten off the ground. its already proving to be a larg-" Jun-mai stopped as she noticed the others in the group, other cloned soldiers have taken various seats, and the simple drone she programmed to serve as a waiter of sorts has been working quite well.

"Kyoko, you forgot the flashy introductions" Hya'salia grinned, part of an inside joke between the two, Kyoko gave a small glare her way.

" ahh forgive me for my rashness, I am Kyoko Jun-mai, the proprietress of this establishment and a former capsuleer." she spoke while bowing politely.

"though im certain the capsuleer part still applies?" Hya'salia asked, to which Kyoko retorted.

"as much as your claims of being "Semi-retired" hold any merit"

" depends on the job" Hya'salia replied, taking another sip of the Quafe, she noticed the Datapads Kyoko was holding and saw the Ishukone logo on one of them.
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
#18 Posted: 2015.08.14 02:25
Thal heard many voices as he sat. His brother in arms, Kador Ouryon and his lover Satja. Two people very close to him in his heart. In the past weeks, Thal had grown to see Kador as more then a fellow Templar, but a close friend. He sighed at the third voice. Junko. He both hated and loved the voice. He had tried to bury his feelings for her, but he never could. He resolved to keep her as he had many others he had felt strongly for, as a friend to watch over. He pulled down his hood, and nodded to Kador and Satja.

"I am your instrument my Lord, point me to the foes of our Empire." Thal's prayer after becoming a Immortal

Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
#19 Posted: 2015.08.14 03:12  |  Edited by: True Adamance
Kador grinned as he noticed Thal remove his hood and excused himself politely from the conversation, taking the half finished glass of Matari ale with him. He nodded courteously to Ms Jun-mai as he did wandered over to the other table offering Thal a knowing smirk.

"Ashaltiasten Thal." Said warmly dropping down into one of the seats opposite the long haired man. Despite his broad shouldered and muscular build the naturally almost-seven-foot-tall Templar, that was typical of the Vadam, dominated the booth in sheer presence alone.

"Fancy meeting you here......"He continued leaving the rather obvious implication hanging between 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.

Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
#20 Posted: 2015.08.14 03:24
True Adamance wrote:
Kador grinned as he noticed Thal remove his hood and excused himself politely from the conversation, taking the half finished glass of Matari ale with him. He nodded courteously to Ms Jun-mai as he did wandered over to the other table offering Thal a knowing smirk.

"Ashaltiasten Thal." Said warmly dropping down into one of the seats opposite the long haired man. Despite his broad shouldered and muscular build the naturally almost-seven-foot-tall Templar dominated the booth in sheer presence alone.

"Fancy meeting you here......"He continued leaving the rather obvious implication hanging between them.


Thal smiled a little " Ashalaitasten Kador...."

He looked around the place. It was nice, especially considering it was a place for his kind. He'd spent too long among prideful Holders and arrogant Capsuleers. He took one glance at Junko

"...I suppose I just wanted to be among other soldiers... No more bastard Capsuleers today..."

"I am your instrument my Lord, point me to the foes of our Empire." Thal's prayer after becoming a Immortal

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