Odxon Raziel
Really Karking Old Terrorist
Testing. Program updated successfully. Would you like to transfer the money to your account, Ms. Kingslayer? "Yes, please do." Odxon said, typing into the computer. A grin spread onto her face as the system acknowledged her request. Soon thousands of credits would pour into several untraceable accounts. She would be rich. Well, richer. When you're a Garhoon, you live a long time. When you live a long time, you gather up a lot of money. This was for a little fun.
With the process completed, Odxon turned to leave, walking around the corpse nearby.
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"I'll have the strongest stuff you got. Straight out of the bottle," Od said, flashing the bartender a toothy grin. For a moment the man tensed, noticing her fangs. It was... amusing, to say the least. "Oh, and a round for everyone here! On me!" Might as well sweeten things for others as well. Especially if she decided to come back and blow things up. That was her style. Make people happy, throw some credits around, then return and mess around. Doing so was amusing.
@[member="Siqa"]
With the process completed, Odxon turned to leave, walking around the corpse nearby.
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"I'll have the strongest stuff you got. Straight out of the bottle," Od said, flashing the bartender a toothy grin. For a moment the man tensed, noticing her fangs. It was... amusing, to say the least. "Oh, and a round for everyone here! On me!" Might as well sweeten things for others as well. Especially if she decided to come back and blow things up. That was her style. Make people happy, throw some credits around, then return and mess around. Doing so was amusing.
@[member="Siqa"]