Private Picking one's Noodle

[Trayze Tesar]

CURRENT MISSION - Off Duty
Immediate Goals -
1: Get yourself a bowl of noodles.

BLUFOR - Allies Unknown

OPFOR - Enemy Unknown

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Asaiah Celwik || OPEN FREQUENCY

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Jutrand had few comforts for the Kiffar - despite himself being of noteworthy but middling station within the justice system therein. The capitol of the Sith Order and heart of the Eternalist Faith buzzed with activity, suspicion, fear, noise.

Yet here, under this noodle bar, came... not quite, but calmness. Not heat, but warmth. It was a haunt he had discovered while out on the beat, and the owner probably understood who he was - what he was, and yet, so long as the Kiffar didn't cause any trouble. Sometimes, he would wear his uniform under a coat, like this night, when the days wore long...

Placing his order, he waited at the bar before moving to a table empty for him - a small luxury earned from consistent patronage and occasionally swinging by this neighborhood to help with troubles. Yet even now, he wasn't sure if it was enough.

He had earned the admiration of his homeworld, being a Governor, but he hadn't personally taken charge, feeling himself unworthy and detesting the dance of politicking despite its necessity. Malum and his cadre had always had a place for him, and his own biological family didn't complain about him, but there were two factors that gnawed at the stoic confidence of Besberra's finest - that of the microcosm and that of the macrocosm.

The microcosm was plain and simple, he was painfully single - or rather, in some manner of convoluted relationship with the Slavemaster General of the Kainate, but he doubted very much that the Once-Sephi would want to be a wife in any capacity - to say nothing of her genetic offspring. But the macrocosm was what weighed on his mind moreso this night...

Did I even make a difference? Despite the agonizingly meager steps he's made to lessen the burden on the non-Force Sensitive population, to ensure that justice was tempered with compassion, law meted out not for vindication, but for uplifting, and that order would be done not through blind obedience or self-devouring zealotry, but faith in one's home and countrymen - such as they are...

It seemed an impossible dream. The impossible dream that wore his soul to it's frayed edges, only to ignite the fuses for a blazing furnace of defiance. One, fueled further, by a sizable portion of noodles whose scent brought him briefly from navel gazing, saliva reminding him that the idealistic is often fueled by the corporeal.

 

[Asaiah Celwik]

Location: Jutrand
Tag: Trayze Tesar

"Another!"

A voice suddenly spoke up from across the restaurant, alongside the clattering of bowls as she put her third helping of noodles away. Even as the spice burned away, Asaiah seemed not to have a single care in the world as she prepared for her next helping, a bright grin spread across her face as she drummed her fingers along the table.

Externally, Asaiah seemed to be giving off a bright Light of joy and enjoyment! Quite a contrast to the fear and suspicion that she had noticed since her arrival on the planet. Upon closer examination however, some might notice that the Light was...artificial. The kind you'd get from an electronic lamp. Her actual joy was a twisted conglomeration of violence and strength. After her recent adventures through the Galaxy, spreading her beliefs to people, it had caused Asaiah to give into her more darker concepts which had only fuelled her beliefs and joy more. She had power at her finger tips but that wasn't enough. Asaiah wanted it to flow through her, to become the God that Serina suggested...A God of Justice. Revenge.

Of course, that wouldn't happen in a day. So for now, she ignored that desire and instead was focusing on her desire for food! More noodles! Even as the next bowl came to be placed in front of her, Asaiah was inhaling the noodles as fast as she could. Not taking a moment to breathe as she filled her stomach with food and her mouth with pain from the spices. Mhm. The Noodles here were spectacular. Maybe she should come and visit some more. She could make some back in her ship if she tried to find the recipe...

All in all, Asaiah was having the time of her life on Jutrand, which indirectly was making her stand out like a sore thumb. That was only in addition to her sword sheathed on her back, and various small bandages wrapped around her hands and arms. She currently had little care in the Galaxy as she rested her chin against her knuckles and stared at the nearest wall, almost as if she was in thought.
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[Trayze Tesar]

CURRENT MISSION - Off Duty
Immediate Goals -
1: Get yourself a bowl of noodles. (SUCCEEDED)
1.1: Make small talk with a stranger...

BLUFOR - Allies Unknown

OPFOR - Enemy Unknown

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Asaiah Celwik || OPEN FREQUENCY

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This woman was... strange, in many regards. While some may dryly deride that a Force-sensitive woman on Jutrand wasn't exactly a rare occurrence, there were always some deviations.

For instance, the eyes, irises that seemed to have narrowed over time, the way the bandages were placed upon her hands and arms - self-tended, and more learned through pragmaticism than personal tutelage. The joy within her was fluorescent, a chemical reaction born from exultation of victory, both physical and somewhat ideological - even if it may have been something as simple as winning an argument.

Perhaps she had a falling out with someone, and finally vanquished a hated foe? Or vindication after suffering abuse?

Strangest of all was her presence in the Force. It was... electric, dangerous, like a cow-prod cobbled together from crude electronics, brutish but with intent and cunning placed into such design. Still, light called for darkness, and the Kiffar slinked in a way to shadow her, but not startle her - the use of a genuine sword and hard knocks meant that like him, this blond stranger was fluent in the more "street-fight-ey" or "vulgar" expressions of the Force - her eyes... Bogan above her eyes...

He knew crazy when he saw one, but he also knew you had to be crazy to make a change in the galaxy. So he would sit himself next to her, bowl in hand to show that he was a fellow consumer, rather than some chap with moxie hoping to get her holonumber.
"You seem ta' be in a good mood..." he began, a smile helped by the body's natural tendency to mimic emotion around it, happiness was contagious, even if it was fake.

 

[Asaiah Celwik]

Location: Jutrand
Tag: Trayze Tesar

Asaiah stopped her inhalation of her noodles for a moment. Her eyes narrowed for a moment before she continued to finish off her bowl. That was what was more important to her right now than a conversation. Though once the bowl had been finished, she dropped it back into the pile of bowls that had been slowly growing in size.

"Of course I am in a good mood. I am alive. It only makes sense that you'd make the most of the days you have, no?"

She finally turned her head over towards the stranger, giving a bright smile. Though once again, it was an artificial brightness. A small twinkle in her eyes of a dark star, as she tilted her head. Most people never actually came up to her to ask questions. How curious. Was she meant to know who the man was? Asaiah pulled her Book out for a moment, flipping through the pages at all of the names written down. None of them seemed to stand out to her, so she just went under the assumption that the stranger talking to her was exactly that. A stranger. With that, she slid the old ragged book back away.

"The fact however that you had to point out that I'm in a good mood makes me believe that you aren't in a good mood."
Now why was that Asaiah wondered...He seemed like he had the strength to get his own happiness. Nothing should be holding him down. At least from an outsider's perspective. The stranger looked quite tough. So what exactly could be the reasoning for them not being in a good mood...
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[Trayze Tesar]

CURRENT MISSION - Off Duty
Immediate Goals -
1: Get yourself a bowl of noodles. (SUCCEEDED)
1.1: Make small talk with a stranger...

BLUFOR - Allies Unknown

OPFOR - Enemy Unknown

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Asaiah Celwik || OPEN FREQUENCY

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Eyes were windows to the soul, and burgundy eyes tensed as she pulled out... a book. A habit that revealed he had expected a holdout pistol, his own slugthrower pistols laid on what would have been his table along with his hat. Those same irises regarded the contents of the book, the names, and the last few words.

"Let Mine Enemies Knoweth My name, and trembleth, for justice shall be don."

That had told him all he needed to know, he was dealing with a fanatic. A fanatic that he may have some rapport with, but a fanatic nonetheless.

Damn her for being... not accurate, but not wrong. there was a tense twitching of the aura, like gas before the steady burn of a stove-fire, and the game would occur once again. It was like dealing with Serina, but where she relied on the orbiting webs of subterfuge, each may regard the other like a bullet through a jetstream of water, rolling with the punches, cutting through the weaknesses unseen by the mass and might of storms.

She had made a good point on the celebration of life for life's sake, a sentiment sorely missed from his time back home on Besberra - and the second question, innocence that remained despite the artificiality of the joy - or perhaps a canniness born from an understanding of how to inquire and interrogate in her own way.

If the stranger were to focus, she would see a broiling interplay of calculation and emotional control beneath the surface of the Kiffar's aura, the second that it took for him to register her next question, he gave a chuckle in a defeated manner. He would be honest, not out of fear of retribution, like many who would peer into the contents, and perhaps recognize the substance that the names were written in...

"I... haven't had a good day miss." he admitted with a sigh, before putting on a smile just as fake as her's. He hadn't had a good week. "But that doesn't mean Ah can't enjoy it still, or help someone continue to have a good day of their own."

He raised his spoon, full of the noodle and soup in a faux toast. "So here's to lettin' the good times roll, while we still have time to roll in, eh?"

 

[Asaiah Celwik]

Location: Jutrand
Tag: Trayze Tesar

She understood people more than she thought she did. Asaiah had always thought of other people as some strange language she could never understand, yet it appeared that she was somewhat able to wrap her head around it. Asaiah tilted her head at the twitching aura. She also knew that he had glanced at the book, but she was not overly concerned with that as she tapped her chin in thought. There were dozens of thoughts rushing through her mind right now. She just had to pick out the right ones. The ones that were suitable for the conversation. The thoughts of just Asaiah the person. Not Asaiah the Priestess.

"You're alive. That's what's important. Even if your day hasn't been good, as long as you take it one step at a time, that's what is important."

Whilst Asaiah could understand the emotional control needed to talk to...people like her, she found herself lacking in the need for it. After all, she had found a way to twist her emotions to what she wanted them to be. To turn her anger into joy, to turn her frustrations into freedom. Originally, her methods for that had been more...violent. Letting herself feel joy and pride in letting loose crimson streaks through the air but she had surprised herself in finding a way to control that urge. She felt more satisfaction in having others letting loose. In a way, one could say she had more enjoyment out of corrupting, though in her eyes it was more of her showing people their true potential.

"But you are right. We should take the most out of what we have. Life does never truly last forever."

At least that was how she saw real life. You lived fast and died young. The longer you lived in her eyes, the more likely it was that the spark that fuelled your life would start to dull. The passion you felt for life would start to fade. In fact, whilst Asaiah was afraid of very few things, one of the main things she was terrified of...was immortality. Living forever. The concept of it felt like utter torture to the woman as she turned her attention to the bowl of noodles.

"...It's much better with added spices by the way. The burn gives it more flavour."
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[Trayze Tesar]

CURRENT MISSION - Off Duty
Immediate Goals -
1: Make small talk with a stranger...

BLUFOR - Allies Unknown

OPFOR - Enemy Unknown

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Asaiah Celwik || OPEN FREQUENCY

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The Kiffar chuckled, humming in agreement as he slurped the soup. An awkward beat passed as a few more notes in the background played, the restaurant's local soundtrack crooning between thoughts.

"So..." the Kiffar resumed, making a note to look at the slung sword on her back. "You on Jutrand for business, or just visitin' a friend?"

It would do well to make note of who, or rather what this person was, she seemed... honest, deceptive only by ignorance or omission, rather than deliberation. Yet still dangerous, not simply because of the visible armaments or scars she bore.

Interrogation would have to be casual, calm, fanatics typically had a hair-trigger temper in regards to something, and now came the delicate minefield of ensuring that Trayze wouldn't mess up the one place that served decent noodle soup outside of his Grandma's.

 

[Asaiah Celwik]

Location: Jutrand
Tag: Trayze Tesar

"Neither. I have no friends. And if I was here for business, I wouldn't be sat in this shop...and my sword you so happen to keep glancing at wouldn't be on my back. It'd be in my hand."

It was more her way of saying that the stranger didn't have to worry about her using the blade. It was sheathed, alongside her bloodlust. For now that was. She knew he was poking and proding. Trying to interrogate her and find out what she was doing on the planet. Though in her honest opinion, questions like this didn't work. You usually had to get more forceful to pry out hidden information. Luckily for him, Asaiah wasn't keeping anything hidden. She was as open as a book. At least right now.

"I had...wished to visit Sith Space. I don't know much about them. I've heard about Jedi, of course. They're evil. So I was intrigued to see how life was in the Space of their "mortal enemies". I must say. I'm somewhat impressed. The mood is far reduced and a lot more depressed...but the average citizen seems stronger for it."

Asaiah linked her hands together, as she stared at the wall. Though it was almost as if she was staring through it, at something in her own mind as her eyes narrowed for a moment.

"They appear to know that they need strength to be free here. Whereas in other sections of the Galaxy, they believe they are free, even if they are weak. It's foolish. If you are weak, there is always someone stronger who is actually pulling your strings."
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