Llkt'tudrin'wyshd
Feathered Hunter
Dressed sharply in a grey, formfitting suit, polished black shoes, crisp white shirt and blue tie, Ydrin calmly weaved between the withing bodies of revelers who were soaking up the noisy and enthusiastic atmosphere of the party the blond pirate was currently weaving through. Bodies of different sizes and species spilled into the street leading to the spaceport where the Slight of Hand was docked.
Ydrin had been on Zeltros for business, closing a deal between himself and a supplier of goods. Of course, the enticing environment of Zeltros and the Zeltrons themselves had led the successful deal to transform into yet another party. During which, the supplier had been so distracted by a certain Zeltron female that Ydrin had slipped a hundred credits to, that he hadn't noticed the tracker, recorder and transmitter Ydrin had slipped onto his person. Unlike the supplier, Ydrin had resisted the enticement the alluring Zeltrons had presented, leaving as soon as business was completed. That was not to say, however, that he had not enjoyed his time on the planet that seemed to be locked in an eternal party, he had arrived days earlier and spent the time locked in embrace with an enthusiastic group of Zeltron women named Lyshu, Deni and Ruxa.
Crossing the spaceport's threshold, leaving behind the noise of the part behind him, a smirk on his face he recalled the fun he had had, Ydrin strode quickly and swiftly to where his ship was docked, eager to leave Zeltros and continue his business, expanding his contracts and pulling in more profit for himself. Shoes tapping sharply across the metal flooring beneath him, Ydrin strode towards the shadowed back of the spaceport, only to be pulled up short by the sound of discussion happening only a short distance from his ship. Usually, he wouldn't of paid any attention, but the topic being discussed was one of his favourites, money.
Removing one of his cufflinks, Ydrin twisted it shortly as he concealed himself within the shadows. The cuff-link easily split into two parts between his thin fingers. One half was casually slipping into his ear while the second was held for a short while longer. After a few beats of his heart, the second half lit up with a soft, white light and Ydrin lifted the pressure his fingers had been applying.
Crouching down, Ydrin threw the second half across the floor towards the conversation. His current lack of height meant that the second half made no sound as it touched the metal floor, not having to fall far enough to pick up enough speed.
Rocking back onto his heels, hands crossed behind his head, Ydrin listened to the voices now being directed into his ear, a smug smirk on his face, as the second half of the cuff-lick broadcasted the audio it was picking up from where it lay to the first half of the cuff-link, which rested within his ear.
[member="Khilia Corsael"]
Ydrin had been on Zeltros for business, closing a deal between himself and a supplier of goods. Of course, the enticing environment of Zeltros and the Zeltrons themselves had led the successful deal to transform into yet another party. During which, the supplier had been so distracted by a certain Zeltron female that Ydrin had slipped a hundred credits to, that he hadn't noticed the tracker, recorder and transmitter Ydrin had slipped onto his person. Unlike the supplier, Ydrin had resisted the enticement the alluring Zeltrons had presented, leaving as soon as business was completed. That was not to say, however, that he had not enjoyed his time on the planet that seemed to be locked in an eternal party, he had arrived days earlier and spent the time locked in embrace with an enthusiastic group of Zeltron women named Lyshu, Deni and Ruxa.
Crossing the spaceport's threshold, leaving behind the noise of the part behind him, a smirk on his face he recalled the fun he had had, Ydrin strode quickly and swiftly to where his ship was docked, eager to leave Zeltros and continue his business, expanding his contracts and pulling in more profit for himself. Shoes tapping sharply across the metal flooring beneath him, Ydrin strode towards the shadowed back of the spaceport, only to be pulled up short by the sound of discussion happening only a short distance from his ship. Usually, he wouldn't of paid any attention, but the topic being discussed was one of his favourites, money.
Removing one of his cufflinks, Ydrin twisted it shortly as he concealed himself within the shadows. The cuff-link easily split into two parts between his thin fingers. One half was casually slipping into his ear while the second was held for a short while longer. After a few beats of his heart, the second half lit up with a soft, white light and Ydrin lifted the pressure his fingers had been applying.
Crouching down, Ydrin threw the second half across the floor towards the conversation. His current lack of height meant that the second half made no sound as it touched the metal floor, not having to fall far enough to pick up enough speed.
Rocking back onto his heels, hands crossed behind his head, Ydrin listened to the voices now being directed into his ear, a smug smirk on his face, as the second half of the cuff-lick broadcasted the audio it was picking up from where it lay to the first half of the cuff-link, which rested within his ear.
[member="Khilia Corsael"]