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How About Another Trick?

Nikolai Siviyr

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Kuat, a beautiful world filled with beautiful people. He had been here for several Days now performing his show for the various Nobles that controlled the world. He had even briefly met the new Queen! Though it had only been in passing. All in all however Nikolai had been enjoying himself here on the greatest manufacturing planet, though that enjoyment would now likely come to an end. He had business to attend to here.

So now, he sat within a high class Cantina several hours after one of his shows. On the table was his backpack, filled with all sorts of tricks and traps...and two lightsabers. The first was his own, a saber-staff designed and created by the Magician itself, the weapon had almost as many tricks as Nikolai himself...though he had yet to find a chance to use it. The other lightsaber belonged to a Sith the young magician had fought with several weeks ago, he had kept it to serve as a reminder himself, a reminder to never let someone run rampant again.

Neither of the weapons mattered much now however, as they were completely irrelevant to the mission that his Master had given him. His Master of course was Selena Halcyon commander of the Jedi Shadows...although that was supposedly a secret. Selena had sent him on a supposedly very important mission.

She had tasked him with the retrieval of an old Sith Artifact. Supposedly it was not dangerous at all, but just difficult to get to. The Artifact was owned by one of the premier Kuati nobles, a man that supposedly had a big hand in running Kuat Drive Yards...or at least he used to from what Nikolai could gather. The man now spent his days perusing bars, visiting shows, and making love to hookers. It was a nice life really, and the Magician could hardly blame him for doing it.

However that didn't change Nikolai's mission. He was here waiting for the man, a sort of “after the show” meeting. Apparently the man was a great fan of Nikolai's and meeting him was a dream come true.

Of course the young Magician saw this as nothing more than an opportunity. He would meet the man, have a few drinks, and then steal the keycard to his apartment then later sneak in and steal the artifact. It was a simple plan, which Nikolai had been told were the best kinds of plans. So he simply waited for the man, tapping his fingers on the table in a rhythmic motion.
 
Morna was in the bar alone. He stayed in the shadows as he held his drink. Beer. The bottle was made of some metal alloy that would easily burn. he could tell because the heat from his hands made the can turn a burnt black color. He had a tendency to make things turn black when ever he touched them. His lightsaber was a Silver color when he picked it up from a battle that took place months ago. he changed the blade to a Crimson color to be as of his flames. He was a Shaper. one not to be messed with. He had fought a Devil thing and was one of the Imperial Guards for the Emperor Haru.

His clothes were out of place as he wore charred black durasteel boots and smuggler pants with ash stains. His red Tank top littered with holes from burns to expose his white flesh. The necklace he wore was of his mothers. it was priceless. The heart shaped pendant hung around his neck with a orange fiery glow that came from the lights overhead. His hands were covered by a flameproof fingerless glove only to expose black fingers that connected to his arm. His entire body was covered in a black trench coat that ended on the sleeves under black durasteel bracers. The scarf around his neck was red and frayed from fires of his own making. it covered his neck and mouth only to expose his upper face. The black hair was kept up by a orange bandanna tied lengthwise across his forehead just above his eyebrows.

A sword hilt protruded from a sheath on his back made of leather that fitted perfectly for the Sith Sword that he was given almost 15 years ago. he waited as a Man was sitting alone. The fingers of his hand tapped on the table. He must be nervous or waiting for someone. The taping from what he could see was from a song or just a made up rhythm. Morna ordered another drink as the first one he crunched between his hand. It was then thrown into a trash container not far from him. It hit the side of the lip and stayed there on the folds of the beer can. he used the force to move it over slightly. with it making it in he pulled out a cigarette. The tap tap of the end hitting the side of his hand felt normal. Morna pressed his finger to the end of the cig and with a little touch it lit and was smoking. he place it to his lips and inhaled the sweet sent and feeling of fire into his chest.

Just for fun Morna made a puff making a shield shape. A hand came up to cover one nostril of his nose as he puffed through the small opening making a sword shape pierce the shield. it then faded away into clean air as the room activated the AC. Morna smiled at the little shape and watched the man tapping his fingers.
 

Nikolai Siviyr

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Nikolai rapped his knuckles against he table over and over again, until finally nearly an hour after he was supposed to be here the Kuati Noble finally showed his face. The man was already smashed off his face and almost fell over on top of the young Magician as he greeted the man. “He-”

“WELL GOOD DAY YOUNG MAGICIAN!”

The Magician took a slight step backwards as the clearly inebriated man swung his arms forward in an effort to give Nikolai a massive bear hug. Fortunately however the Magician used his well known agility to dodge the mans embrace, letting him slide forwards instead to embrace the air. The man clung to nothing for a few seconds and then released it, he turned about and then faced Nikolai once again, a massive grin already on his face.

“ITS SO GOOD TO FINALLY MEET YOU!”

“Oh you too.” Nikolai said quietly to the completely inebriated man who was actually quite loud and kept yelling at him. The magician stared at the man for a few seconds, and then kept talking. “So...you've been waiting to meet me for quite a while?”

“OH YES QUITE A LONG TIME. HERE LETS HAVE A SEAT AND TAKE A DRINK”

Right, the man probably didn't need to drink more but honestly at this point Nikolai didn't even really care. He had a mission to complete and if the man wanted to get even more drunk that was his business. As soon as the two of them sat down a waitress came over with a pair of drinks. Nikolai slowly picked up his own and took a sip. The other man however completely and entirely downed his in just a few seconds.

Nikolai stared at him for a few seconds, and then the man once again opened his mouth to scream something.

“YOU KNOW, I FIND YOUR ACT TO BE A-”

Before the man could even finish his words he passed out entirely and smashed his face into the table before him. Nikolai opened his eyes wide for a few seconds and just stared at the now unconscious man. He was puzzled for a few seconds, even slightly bewildered. He waited about an entire minute, then just shrugged to himself.

Slowly he slid over to the other man, dug into his pocket took out his wallet and picked out his keycard. Then with a shrug Nikolai stood up, taking his backpack from the table and walking out of the cantina. That was way easier than he had expected.
 
Morna watched as the man walked in. As drunk as he was, there was no way that they man would be awake soon. The man was screaming out to meet this Magician. It seemed as though the man was more than the clothes and the finger tapping. The young man went through the drunk mans pockets for soemthing. He saw a card of someword in the mans hand as he walked out. This was his cue to leave.

Morna stood up and reached into his pockets to pull out a few credits. He payed for his drinks and followed after the man outside. Morna kept himself hidden from the man with the force. he didnt know if he was of the Jedi or the Sith and would rather not chance it. The 19 year old boy followed the man to see that the place was almost quiet. people were coming home from work and going to bed and the drunkards were finally going to sleep. Morna adjusted his scarf to cover his lower face including his nose. the only thing you could see was his eyes and hair. the rest was covered. He wondered what the man was up to.
 

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