Peace on Oradin

[Falius Imagun]

Falius gazed at the near perfect view in front of him. The city of Oradin was beautiful, unaffected by war for many years it had become a peaceful place, with minimal crime and a wonderful planet to live on. The planet of Brental IV was in itself a paradise, many resorts and hotels lined it's magnificent cities while it's nature is preserved well. Ah yes, this planet was one of the good ones, which is why he chose it for his little meeting with a certain [member="Bathsheba Patience"]. For many years in his split from the Republic and the Jedi Order he had been living like he had still be apart of it. But now he realized if he was to truly understand the force, he must experience all emotions, such as love. So now he waited at a table in a small cafe, waiting to begin the first date in his life.

Falius wasn't sure how this would go, he was new to this, but he hoped not to screw it up. All he had to do was keep calm and be patient, he did not wish to become anxious for such an event. He was still a Jedi Padawan, if he was to ever finish his training he had to keep to the Jedi way. So he waited, and he waited, for the arrival of what might be a new chapter in his life, or but a side-note, whatever it may be, he knew he would not regret the experience.

 

[Bathsheba Patience]

Oradin - Curved Rooftop​

11:12​

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Falius, hmm? Bathsheba slowly adjusted her binoculars and focused the sight on the date's face. This was going to make her late by at least five minutes. As a bounty hunter trained in several arts, Bathsheba knew if she was going on a date with a Jedi, she had to at least check his personal appearance for any signs of a trap. Who knew how many of her kind had been slain by vibro-blades and light swords at the hands of the Force sensitive people. So far, by her observations, he seemed harmless. A side note of her own was that he seemed rather nervous, though she could not confirm or press on the issue. A nervous Jedi. How silly.​

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Oradin - Cafe​

11:17​

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Wearing a common dress of black that traveled to shoulders, and cut just above the knees, Bathsheba moved forward. There was a calm and at-ease expression on her face for the very moment. She wore strange shoes of a high-boot sort with long socks with holes cut into them, as well as a small choke collar with a gothic label of metal miniature skulls of various creatures. After pretending to look for a moment, Patience smiled and waved, then jogged forward before she took a seat in front of Falius.​

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Her hair was put up, her make-up done well, and her nails painted a new black. Weapons were scattered in her shoes and a barely visible outline of a knife and a blaster pistol were tucked up at the outside of her thighs, inside the dress. It made her look weird in the right angle, but better safe than fashionable. "Hey, sorry about the wait. I had a bit of trouble with my ship." Her voice came flirtful and soft. "I hope I didn't make you wait too long, hmm?" Bathsheba asked with a flutter of her heavy black eyelashes.​

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[member="Falius Imagun"] ​

 

[Falius Imagun]

Falius was a little taken back by [member="Bathsheba Patience"]'s appearance. He had indeed missed out on a lot of things whilst a devout Jedi. Although he noticed the fair amount of armaments she carried they laid little worry in his mind, if they had a problem his lightsaber would prove useful, but he doubted he would need it. As she made her opening statement, the padawan began to think of a reply, slowly, but in time he came up with one, "Oh, don't worry yourself over that thought it has only been a few minutes, please sit." The Jedi stood up and pulled out a chair, waiting until she sat down, he asked,

"Please, tell me about yourself."

 

[Bathsheba Patience]

Bathsheba took a seat and scooted in, noting how gentlemanly this Jedi was. Perhaps that would be something she could work out of him in a later time, if this date was successful. "Well, I have a pretty common job." She said with a roll of her digits on the table before they landed and picked up a small menu-pad. "Bounty Hunter. Collect bounties when I can, or do odd jobs. Mercenary, I guess? Otherwise I like to fly in my meantime. Have my own ship and everything. I call her Big Y." She innocently shrugged her shoulders. Her eyes glittered off the page and landed on the Jedi, pretending to be oh-so-curious, and oh-so-misunderstood. "What are you? A priest?" The lady's tone may have come off more offensively than she hoped at the sarcastic question.​

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[member="Falius Imagun"]​