Witch one should I pick?

[Teh_Asian]

"Witch" one is he looking at, again?​

Char-Li Luzon wasn't one to gawk at the abilities of others, even force wielders, but from his vantage point in the forest, the witches of Dathomir seemed to perform rather breath taking stunts. Jumping around, diving into water, all of it was amazing. This was fun for Char-Li to merely sit back, relax, and watch via his range-finder from a safe distance.

He sat silently on a rock, his helmet on but not seal, allowing him to slide it on and off his face with relative ease in order to take the occasional bite from the ration bar in hand before becoming bored and absent minded from the waiting. He choose Dathomir out of hope that he'd meet an old friend again, the culture that were the Blue Coral Divers, and the luscious forest where he fought with the Scissor Fist clan in order to ward them off from the camps of the Blue Coral Divers. A trial with which he choose to partake in and finish himself. Without any hesitation.

He heard a faint brush along his flank, but dismissed it as an animal due to the fact that it didn't sound like a threat. The sound seemed rather careless in someway but it didn't really notify the Mandalorian as a hostile force. His Westars are what assured him of his survival, a relic but they fired just as well as the DC-15s Carbine on his lap.

The cliff side he was on was green, full of life and trees. Death was void of the area along with the Rancors and other unwanted creatures of the planet. It was surprising too. The Mandalorian's armor would somewhat blend in, considering that majority of the man's color scheme was based around green and black, the orange and other colors would be less noticeable however.

[member="Gav Arwell"]

 

[ReTRAKKS]

[member="Char-Li Luzerei"]

Gav sat silently on the forest floor, crouched behind a set of trees and bushes. The female tribesman had no clue why she was on this planet. She'd heard it was- different. She'd heard locals on Tatooine say it was deserted, which few people. But this was not her idea of deserted. It was practically terrestrial. Gripping the arrow on her bow, Gav inspected the high up trees, on the grounder, and near a bunch of rocks. What she spotted was single figure. Unlike the other lifeforms she'd seen, this one was equipped with regular apparel. No doubt, it was a spaceman, and he seemed harmless.

Placing her bow on her back, Gav silently crept from her hiding spot, and silently came up on the man. She didn't know how to get his attention. Not without getting a hostile response. So, she tried to act like any other spaceman.

"It appears you are not like the other lifeforms on this planet." Gav said, her Grieakin Tribal accent sticking through her tone. Though, her homeplanet was unknown to most, so he'd probably mistake it for something else. "Come to calculate that you are a spaceman, like most in this realm."

 

[Teh_Asian]

With a small flinch, the Mandalorian turned over to the woman who spoke toward him. He was careless, seemingly too accustomed to being with the life of relaxation. Being that of, well, his age was somewhat unknown. His hands resting now against his lap, his right one, the left one kept hold of the food bar which was slowly being set down toward another set of rocks nearby.

"Yeah, Mandalorian, Fett Blood," he said before his helmet was palmed off. He sighed softly before eyeing the woman rather carefully before blinking twice to her. She seemed different, her accent being different from what Char-Li has been accustomed to. His accent, being that of Concordian/Mandalorian, not entirely sure of the history himself.

"I'm normally better at conversation, take a seat unless you're here for a bounty of somethin'. Then if you are, put the bow down then have a seat. I'm eatin' dinner if you want to join me," he said all too casually as he slugged off a small ration bar for her to take. "Hungry? Got a name?" He said, a bit more straight forward than he would be.

His appearance would be intimidating by most, considering that he was essentially armed to the teeth, the Mandalorian armor being talked about and had legends behind them. Char-Li wasn't much of a pure Mandalorian, he took up many traditions and cultures of everything around him, the Blue Coral Divers being one of those various cultures.

[member="Gav Arwell"]

 

[ReTRAKKS]

@char-li Luzerel

Gav was almost captivated by the metal space man. Gav silently slipped onto the rock next to the Fett Clan member. She shrugged off Char-Li's offer for food, which she revealed her own cooked jerky from the other night. Making jerky out of a day's hunt was a good way to make food travelable. she nibbled on the jerky, still looking over Char-Li's metal form.

"Are you of Metal? Are you a space man robot? Why do you eat food?" Gavrriks asked several questions, not bothering to awnser Char-li's, It wasn't really on her mind to introduce herself. She was more engulfed in the idea of a robot eating spaceman food.

 

[Teh_Asian]

"I'm not me-- I am Mandalorian, humanoid but I'm Mandalorian. Kaminoan born but of Fett blood," he'd say proudly, sitting up, sliding his helmet off before setting it down to the rocks. "Like I said, do you have a name?"

Char-Li was being straight forward right now, a little impatient given the situation but it is what it is. He was rescently surprised, feeling rather threatened no matter the appearance or weaponry. He studied the girl, taking in her demeanor and actual physique in a tactical way. He'd peer down, up, then shrug, indifferent at this point. He could easily evade any attack she makes, so long as he doesn't get too complacent.

[member="Gav Arwell"]