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Post by Absolon on Dec 7, 2005 12:24:43 GMT -5
"Not far." Tai had followed them out, now leaping up onto Kaida's shoulder. She winced as her cat's claws dug into her cloak. When they got to the shop, Kaida walked in and started humming. No store employees, they must be in the back. She went over to a rack. "What's your size?"
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Dec 7, 2005 19:47:10 GMT -5
He ambled over and absentmindedly began rifling through a selection of dark, wide-legged pants that seemed close to the ones that had lost their lives in the wreck. "Whatever fits." Nice. You're just mister creative today, aren't you? Might as well just wander around in a blanket. Whatever fits...
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Post by Absolon on Dec 8, 2005 16:50:27 GMT -5
Kaida gave Chevrast a puzzled and confused look. "That's why I asked you what size you were, to see what fit you..." She pulled off a pair of pants, they seemed about the right size. Holding them up to his waist she drew her neck back, trying to look. "How's that?"
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Dec 8, 2005 21:16:14 GMT -5
Tiana jumped to her feet, the Force flooding her with information. As always, she thought with a frown. A moment too late. Always the moment, never prescient enough to warn her... Gah! The Jedi jumped up and into the fray (well, not quite), face set in a deadly political expression.
Peacekeepers... does that include bar fights?
My Master would strangle me alive for this...
"Might I inquire as to why the two of you are attempting to cause extreme indentations in your fellow man's heads?"
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Dec 10, 2005 12:09:50 GMT -5
((Sorry, really short. I'm mightily brain dead today.))
"Looks..." - he held the pair up and squinted at them for a moment - "about right."
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Post by Absolon on Dec 13, 2005 14:29:11 GMT -5
Just then, a employee of the store came through a door in the back of the store, looking very flustered. "I'm sorry, I just noticed you. Is there anything I can help you with?" Kaida handed her the pants. "We'd like to buy these, please." She handed her some credits and the shop keeper put the pants in a neon green bag with purple lettering featuring the store's name. Wow, that's ugly. But she didn't say so aloud.
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Post by Absolon on Dec 13, 2005 14:30:50 GMT -5
Flare's head swiveled to look at the human female who had just interuppted him in the middle of another punch. "Not really," He growled, and turned back to it.
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Dec 13, 2005 22:42:19 GMT -5
Mmm... that's lovely. Like I'm not enough of a weirdo as it is. He nodded to the frazzled fellow, then turned and hobbled out of the door. He felt... awkward, was the only way he could think of to put it. He also felt like he was taking advantage of the help offered to him by Kaida, and should be doing something to repay her, but could think of nothing. So he was frustrated, as well as awkward, and a frustratedly awkward person is a rather uncomely combination indeed.
Having forgotten for the moment that he was still wearing the mangled pants, Chev spun around rather ungracefully half-way through the door, miraculously didn't fall over, and asked the clerk person whether there was any place available where he could change. The man, half occupied with something else, absentmindedly nodded to a tiny little storage room. Chev hurried inside -- or semi-hurried, as he was still slightly incapacitated -- and swapped clothing as quickly as possible. The pants fit, fortunately, and he found some random recepticle to dump the old ones in before returning to the main store area. Catching up to Kaida, he said, "Nice job. They fit well."
((I'm not entirely sure of where you want to go with this next, Absolon. Do you want Chev around when Edan comes into the picture? And how exactly do you want that to work, and when?))
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Post by Skye Muad'Dib on Dec 14, 2005 23:56:47 GMT -5
Kaden held up a hand, attempting to forestall Flare's blow. "Yesh, actualy." He got out of Flare's way. "He was, well he was..." He squinted, trying to remember. It had only been a few minutes ago, blast it! He was sure it had been something very insulting and aggravating, at least. He couldn't, however, make the transfer from brain to mouth, so he stood there, mouth sort of opening and closing.
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Dec 15, 2005 3:42:36 GMT -5
Tiana raised one eyebrow. "Right. Nice. Well, since you two have no obvious reason to be trying to ream each other out, why don't I buy the two of you a drink and we can talk about this?" Peacekeeper? Or am I just trying to get myself killed?
More likely the latter, she thought with a snort.
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Post by Absolon on Dec 15, 2005 12:30:33 GMT -5
Let's see, trying to play the peacemaker, jedi robe. Hm.. I wonder what she is. Flare though sarcastically. "Jedi scum." He muttered under his breath, and Force-pushed the Jedi as far as he could. Then he smiled, this might just be fun after all.
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Post by Skye Muad'Dib on Dec 15, 2005 14:58:46 GMT -5
Kaden took the opportunity to unsheath his dagger and swipe it at Flare. It wasn't a good blow, but it did draw blood.
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Post by Absolon on Dec 23, 2005 21:14:18 GMT -5
Flare jumped back too late, but didn't stop, heading for the door. Not a good position to be in, with a probably angry Jedi and a angry drunk. He considered setting the bar on fire, but controlled himself. Too many people had seen his face, so it would be best to take out his urgings somewhere else. Later though, since he was wounded.
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Dec 29, 2005 0:50:52 GMT -5
Tiana struggled to her feet. The Force blast had been unexpected, and she had hardly had the time to counter the blow before the other man had attempted to slash at the other... a Sith, was the other? Perhaps. She was uncertain. Needless to say, she had no reason to pursue the angered one, although if he was Dark it might have been for the better if she had.
She didn't want to get into a fight. The Jedi sighed. "You all right, or just drunk?"
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Post by Absolon on Dec 29, 2005 15:23:46 GMT -5
"Listen, do you have a place on Corellia?" Kaida hoped so. It wasn't that she didn't like Chev, she did, she was just uncomfortable around adults in general. Even though Chev had turned out to be very cool. It had been just her and Shettai for so long, she wasn't used to other people.
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Jan 9, 2006 20:54:18 GMT -5
His lips quirked in a small grin, barely changing his features, and he nodded his head slightly for something to do with it. It is your life, child. I'm not exactly stopping you from leaving... funny that you feel you must ask, though. Still, Chev felt like there was something he was missing, something tapping gently at the back of his mind that he felt he should be seeing, but wasn't. The girl seemed so small.... Don't go all fatherly, now. You just left your own child alone on Maanan, dimwit.
"I won't have a problem finding a place. Thank you much for your help, Kaida Shanye. I am truly indebted to you." He sketched a sort of bow, slightly awkward on crutches, but it seemed the thing to do. "May the Force be with you."
Yeah, that was nice. Very.... well, orchestrated.
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Post by Absolon on Jan 10, 2006 10:17:45 GMT -5
Kaida turned a little pink, which she tended to do when she was embarrassed. Had she really been that see-through? "Um... you to." She turned to go, then turned again to Chev. "It was nice meeting you, really." Then she was gone, dashing through the streets with Shettai hot on her tail.
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Jan 11, 2006 20:22:50 GMT -5
He watched her go, the smile slowly fading from his face as she disappeared around a corner and out of view. The misplaced Jedi stood there for a while longer, leaning nonchalantly on his crutch, eyes narrowed and lowered in thought. The way he stood, his disheveled appearance, all made his seem much younger than his 23 years; a little lost, and a lot juvenile. A hand brushed through his mop of dark hair, and dark eyes searched the pavement in front of him, as if he would find the answeres he was looking for hidden between the tiny, interlocked rocks.
Well, as Levana used to say, "That is that, and no more." Cryptic, and dramatic maybe, but fitting. Chev's eyes moved from the pavement to follow a piece of trash as it rolled off down the street, pushed and tumbled by a wind that he hardly felt. There's something here that I'm missing. I didn't crash-land on this planet for nothing. What is it?!
His feet took him off down the mostly deserted walkway again, but his limbs felt suddenly as if they were weighted down with lead. Hot, burning lead. In contradiction, his head felt light enough to leap off his shoulders and go sailing into the sky along with the wind. This is definitely a problem. If I collapse out here at night, I'm a dead man. Problems... His head left off being light, and randomly decided it wanted to fall to the pavement. I'm going to die all by myself if I don't find a place to park myself, soon... blast.
There was a sort of cantina or something of the sort up on the left; the Jedi had never thought a haven for drunken brawls and catfights would look so much like heaven. Well, I'll die someday, anyway. Might as well die where someone finds me. Pessimist.
He pushed through the door, sound and smell hitting him like a wall as he moved through into the darker interior. There was something else that he felt he should easily grasp, as well, a brush of the Force or something very much like it, but it was swept away instead along with everything else. He had to stop and steady himself against the wall to weather out the sudden assault, and, being paranoid, had to add the extra exhaustion of looking as intimidating as possible. Hard to do when you're about to fall over. Blast. This whole confidence thing isn't going over so very well. The thoughts in his head swirled dangerously. What am I missing? Ah! I know there's something there!!
Finally, once he was sure he wouldn't fall on his face at his first step -- Fine mess that would land me in -- he moved off the wall to a booth in one corner, where he could see everything easily without having to turn his head. Then he called the bartender fellow over. He desperately needed a drink.
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Post by Absolon on Jan 12, 2006 10:00:00 GMT -5
((Don't forget the credits Kaida gave to Chev, unless you left them at the hospital...)) Kaida slowed down to a walk. She felt kinda guilty for leaving Chev all alone like that. He's a adult, he can take care of himself. Still...
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Post by Skye Muad'Dib on Jan 13, 2006 15:30:09 GMT -5
"Jesh drunk," Kaden said, stumbling a little. Boy was he dizzy. The lady, she looked like a Jedi, his brain faintly registered.
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