Kai'el Brat "Guardian of the Light"
Drystan Creed
and
Aadihr Lidos
as if perhaps looking up to them as male role models.He let out a sigh and relaxed back cricking his neck. "Or did we come to get in to gang war fights?"
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Bartender I Really Did it This Time [Bar Thread - Open to All!!]
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Drystan Creed
and
Aadihr Lidos
as if perhaps looking up to them as male role models.He let out a sigh and relaxed back cricking his neck. "Or did we come to get in to gang war fights?"
Bolt From The Black
THE LAST CHANCE CANTINA
"Well, to tell you the truth, this is the first time I've ever planned a hangout."
Drystan shrugged, his expression mildly confused as he crinkled the bridge of his nose.
Turning to Aadihr, he gave him a pat on the shoulder, followed by a nod.
"Glad you could make it."
The noise, the commotion—none of it seemed to bother him. If anything, he looked completely unfazed, as if he had long since grown used to it.
"I picked this place because it reminded me of a bar I went to undercover. Saw a lot of people having fun there, so I figured—why not?"
He tilted his head at Braze's remark.
"What do the girls in our Order do for fun?"*
A pause.
"I don't really talk to people much when I'm not undercover—let alone girls, you know?"
Braze
Aadihr Lidos
Blind Seer
Outfit: Clothes, Earring, Bangle
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike
" I don't really talk to people much either to be honest... Hold on..."
Wait - how did Braze know what the girls did for fun? Aadihr shot an eyeless conspiratorial gaze towards Drystan as if they just received a vital clue for a valuable piece of insight.
" Braze, what do the girls of the order do for fun?"
Continually ignoring the violence around them, Aadihr noted the irony of the two knights mock-interrogating the freshly knighted teenager about girls, of all things.
Aadihr caught a bottle mid-flight and set it down on the table without turning his head, more interested in the Intel than the chaos.
Kai'el Brat "Guardian of the Light"
THE LAST CHANCE CANTINA
"Well, to tell you the truth, this is the first time I've ever planned a hangout."
Drystan shrugged, his expression mildly confused as he crinkled the bridge of his nose.
Turning to Aadihr, he gave him a pat on the shoulder, followed by a nod.
"Glad you could make it."
The noise, the commotion—none of it seemed to bother him. If anything, he looked completely unfazed, as if he had long since grown used to it.
"I picked this place because it reminded me of a bar I went to undercover. Saw a lot of people having fun there, so I figured—why not?"
He tilted his head at Braze's remark.
"What do the girls in our Order do for fun?"*
A pause.
"I don't really talk to people much when I'm not undercover—let alone girls, you know?"
"Typically... they seem to enjoy going to places to dance with music, get nice clothes or nice food... or places with pretty views or like arcades.... maybe the holovids theater.... Or... like... the library. " Braze offered in reply. "Uh... I went to a concert with
Makko Vyres
once... That was... kinda fun." He was struggling to think of anything that he did specifically with guys.DEVILMAN
Your Demon
Nar Shaddaa – Last Chance Cantina – Front Entrance
Objective 2
Direct:
Kinley Pryse
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Jo'Han Felcado
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Rin Aikawa
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Diarch Reign
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Laphisto
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Whottoomuzz Chantin
|| Indirect:
Drystan Creed
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Braze
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Mak Manto
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Aadihr Lidos
Objective 2
Direct:
Kinley Pryse
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Jo'Han Felcado
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Rin Aikawa
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Diarch Reign
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Laphisto
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Whottoomuzz Chantin
|| Indirect:
Drystan Creed
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Braze
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Mak Manto
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Aadihr Lidos The atmosphere of Nar Shaddaa began with a slow rain that began to gradually pick up. It pierced through the fog and smog of the city planet. The smoke that choked it alive everyday. Outside the bar, the Fiend's boots barely made a noise against the puddles as the rainfall trickled down his armor. His cowl glared at the entrance before stepping up the door, knocking once. Then once more. And then a final third.
A small eye-level slot in the door opened before a pair of eyes widened through the peephole in fear. Not even a moment to yell as the door collapsed under the weight of the Demon's kick, removing the structure from its frame and hinges as it collided with the bouncer's body. The bouncer became limp from unconsciousness as the metal slab fell atop him and slid across his body to a stop, clanging a corner against the floor.
The only sound of his approach. His footfalls silent as the front entrance's shade hid him.
There was no need for an indirect or stealth-based approach. With the right deception and theatrics, any approach can invoke the fear that all men dreaded. The fear of something predatorial lurking in the shadows, of an unknown and unassailable force. The apprehension and trepidation of no longer feeling safe within one's own existence. That the Living Nightmare could strike at any time, any place, and anyone.
No one was safe from him.
Another front-door bouncer ran into the darkness, rushing in with fists first. A trivial concern. Cries of pain followed as the Living Nightmare deflected the assault before countering and delivering a blow of his own. A swift jab to the throat before grabbing the goon's head and bouncing his skull off the shadowed wall. A open-palm strike to the chest followed as the Fiend's inhuman strength launched the bouncer across the room.
Crashing into a wall adjacent to the barroom brawl as the bouncer slid down the wall and fell into an unconscious slump. The room fell silent for a moment, a brief pause in the chaos. The same violence that the Proto-Predator thrived in.
The Walking Shadow stepped forth from the shadows. Calm in every step in spite of the vicious assault. His demonic gaze boring down on all assembled at this barroom. A few souls present were his prey as his visor clocked each and every one of them. Everyone else was inconsequential. Obstacles to remove if they chose to get in his way.
His clawed gloves closed into fists before flexing open once more before he began prowling into the fight. A permanent scowl etched into his cowl as he began his calculated stride towards his target.
An open-challenge for anyone to combat him, to stop him. He had made more than enough enemies present here. With steady composure, the Black Ace's stance invited anyone to try his or her hand at harming him.
Or to start running while they still could.
A small eye-level slot in the door opened before a pair of eyes widened through the peephole in fear. Not even a moment to yell as the door collapsed under the weight of the Demon's kick, removing the structure from its frame and hinges as it collided with the bouncer's body. The bouncer became limp from unconsciousness as the metal slab fell atop him and slid across his body to a stop, clanging a corner against the floor.
The only sound of his approach. His footfalls silent as the front entrance's shade hid him.
There was no need for an indirect or stealth-based approach. With the right deception and theatrics, any approach can invoke the fear that all men dreaded. The fear of something predatorial lurking in the shadows, of an unknown and unassailable force. The apprehension and trepidation of no longer feeling safe within one's own existence. That the Living Nightmare could strike at any time, any place, and anyone.
No one was safe from him.
Another front-door bouncer ran into the darkness, rushing in with fists first. A trivial concern. Cries of pain followed as the Living Nightmare deflected the assault before countering and delivering a blow of his own. A swift jab to the throat before grabbing the goon's head and bouncing his skull off the shadowed wall. A open-palm strike to the chest followed as the Fiend's inhuman strength launched the bouncer across the room.
Crashing into a wall adjacent to the barroom brawl as the bouncer slid down the wall and fell into an unconscious slump. The room fell silent for a moment, a brief pause in the chaos. The same violence that the Proto-Predator thrived in.
The Walking Shadow stepped forth from the shadows. Calm in every step in spite of the vicious assault. His demonic gaze boring down on all assembled at this barroom. A few souls present were his prey as his visor clocked each and every one of them. Everyone else was inconsequential. Obstacles to remove if they chose to get in his way.
His clawed gloves closed into fists before flexing open once more before he began prowling into the fight. A permanent scowl etched into his cowl as he began his calculated stride towards his target.
An open-challenge for anyone to combat him, to stop him. He had made more than enough enemies present here. With steady composure, the Black Ace's stance invited anyone to try his or her hand at harming him.
Or to start running while they still could.
Kai'el Brat "Guardian of the Light"
Braze lightly nudged Aadihr and Drystan, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Hey, Aadihr, Drystan—bet neither of you could take that guy in black. He looks like trouble."
His gaze lingered on the man for a moment, but then a different thought crept in. Jo'han had been with them earlier, right? Where had he slipped off to? Braze's brow furrowed slightly. He hadn't seen him in a bit.... maybe taking that fellow to a cab was taking a bit long...
Maybe he just stepped out for air. Or maybe… something had happened out front.
Braze's fingers drummed idly against the bar as he debated whether to go check.
Bolt From The Black
THE LAST CHANCE CANTINA
Drystan nodded, tapping Braze's suggestions into his datapad, which he pulled from his coat.
"I see. Hmm. Thanks for the idea—maybe next time."
He leaned back slightly, considering.
"To tell you the truth, my first idea was us patrolling the streets of the Coruscant undercity. That's usually how I spend my time. Or training, maybe. But I know you guys don't usually see training as fun. At least… not my kind of training."
At Braze's suggestion to randomly start a bar fight, Drystan's brow furrowed.
"Braze, we don't go around starting random fights just for the fun of it. That would be a serious misuse of our abilities—and irresponsible. Besides we need not add anymore chaos in this already lively establishment. I know the staff doesn't get paid much to put up with it."
As he said this—
A beer bottle came flying his way.
Without missing a beat, he made a small gesture with his hand—
The bottle snapped midair, caught by the tug of the Force before landing smoothly in his grip.
He took a long gulp, savoring the taste before letting out a satisfied sigh.
"Back me up here, Aadihr."
Aadihr Lidos
Braze
DEVILMAN
Blind Seer
Outfit: Clothes, Earring, Bangle
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike
"Actually... That man's (
DEVILMAN
) aura radiates trouble. He's already assaulted the staff - from a pragmatic standpoint we could contain the conflict he intends to escalate with less risk of bodily harm than the other, more intoxicated patrons." Aadihr sized up the walking Shadow's equipment and chip on their force-signature shoulder.
" You could take him, Drystan - go for it" Aadihr said, not exactly egging on, but perhaps letting the alcohol speak for him. He kepr his eyeless gaze focused more on preservation of the table's drinks than the fights unraveling around him.
Hutt of Chantin Kajidic
The Gamorrean staggered back, crashing loudly onto the jukebox.
Jizz music began to blare over the sounds of inebriated brawling. The pig-faced brute squealed and promptly boar-rushed back into the fray as Te, Wa mi Boka began playing.
Some might argue the single fell too far into the genre of Jatz. In fact, two patrons argued that point, escalating into additional fisticuffs.
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Lord of the Diarchy
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Mak Manto
Laphisto
Whottoomuzz Chantin
Kinley Pryse
Laphisto had just clocked the bouncer when from what appeared to be out of nowhere, a large snake like being slithered up, hoping to get in the middle.
The Diarch just looked onward, bemused as the snake started singing and dancing to the music he put on.
Great another drunk
Reign thought, before the question he had been waiting for escaped the beings lips
Cracking his neck as he stepped forward, the large man looked at the other being.
"I think I can take you old timer, if you're up to it"
He said with a chuckle, and braced his hands for a fight
The Slithering Shadow
He slithered closer, sensing the energy from the patrons who had paused their brawl to watch the showdown unfold. Some were placing bets while others were just enjoying the comedic spectacle of a drunken snake challenging a hulking brute.
"You think you can take me?" Mak continued, feigning mock concern. "SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT!"
Slithering forward quickly, Mak threw the first punch, not wanting to waste the buzz he had acquired from his drinks.