Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Mar 14, 2015 5:12:14 GMT
The 4'0 volus watched as the turian entered the nightclub, short even by her species standards, she'd only get a glimpse of him. Her visit to the station was only temporary, but she wanted to experience at least a portion of the infamous nightlife here, preferably without getting stabbed in the ass, or waking up in a bathtub full of ice. So after a few minutes of carefully watching her back, she'd work up the courage to enter the club, unsure of what to expect once in there, nevertheless, getting a potentially false sense of security from the heavy armour she was wearing.
Unless the club didn't allow armour to be worn on the premises, she would enter the club. After a brief attempt to haggle with the bouncer over the entry price, to no avail. Upon entering the club she'd be more than a little uncertain of what to do, feeling the need to just leave the place, credits be damned. However curiosity overcame fear, the volus deciding to stick around for at least a few minutes.
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Omega barwoman
Traveller
[TI1]
Race: human
Occupation: Club owner / barwoman
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Post by Omega barwoman on Mar 14, 2015 16:56:26 GMT
"Oh, you bet this is better than the overrated and overpriced Afterlife!" Sugar said with some cocky enthusiasm. " If you even can get inside. This may not be near the 'audience chamber of her highness'..." she airquoted with a smile "... this is more like the true Omega. And it got me!" She pointed at her chest.
"You're quite well dressed. You're a business man or something?" She was curious what such a turian might be doing around here. He sure looked like money!
Her eyes caught on the small frame of a volus - a volus in some sort of armour. Rare as they were around here, maybe some merc band was desperate enough to hire volus now. She didn't recognise any local gang insignia though.
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Artacus Kalmavius
Adventurer
[TI1]
Name: Artacus Kalmavius
Race: Turian
Occupation: Fugitive Recovery Agent (Bounty Hunter)
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Post by Artacus Kalmavius on Mar 14, 2015 17:15:30 GMT
Artacus shook his head at her question, taking another modest sip from his glass. "I'm not a business man. I am more of a person that likes to dress formally for any occasion." He replied as he set his glass down. "I work as a bounty hunter, and I'm currently on break right now." He added, now pulling up himself a seat and sits down on the chair. He turned his head to the volus that had recently strolled over the bar counter.
Artacus turns his head back to the barwoman. "So you run this place?" He asked, looking at her inquisitively.
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Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Mar 14, 2015 23:21:05 GMT
Druss starts making her way past the bar, breifly glancing at the dancers on stage, she'd narrowly avoid bumping into a group of batarians. So far she'd be content with just exploring the club and taking in the atmosphere of the place. To Sugar or Artacus, if they didn't know any better, it'd look like the volus was either just confused about what to do here, or doing some recon on the place for a future robbery, depending on how cynical each one is.
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Omega barwoman
Traveller
[TI1]
Race: human
Occupation: Club owner / barwoman
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Post by Omega barwoman on Mar 15, 2015 17:49:42 GMT
For some reason the volus seemed suspicious to sugar! She'd keep an eye on her, nonetheless she had a smile for her.
She chuckled at the turian's question and looked at at him Even when seated he was so tall! "Hun, I own this place. Like, literally, not just because I look the best but I sorta threw some Cerberus asshats out of here personally." Her figure would make that seem like a wee bit of a dramatisation of events. But her expression was like as if it just had happened an hour ago.
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Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Mar 15, 2015 18:07:19 GMT
After several minutes of wandering around the club, Druss would briefly take a seat at one of the tables by the dancers. Trying to keep a low profile (pun intended) she would head over to the bar soon after, climbing up one of the bar stools with mild difficulty. She'd look to see who was sitting to her left and right before ordering a drink.
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Artacus Kalmavius
Adventurer
[TI1]
Name: Artacus Kalmavius
Race: Turian
Occupation: Fugitive Recovery Agent (Bounty Hunter)
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Post by Artacus Kalmavius on Mar 15, 2015 18:36:19 GMT
"Ah, I see. Good to hear you helped kick Cerberus' ass." He said with a chuckle afterwards, sipping his drink. He'd turn his head to the volus difficulty trying to get into the bar stool, but eventually succeeding. Artacus figured he.. or she, was just another mercenary that liked to wear their armor everywhere they go. Artacus shrugged, looking back to Sugar. "The name is Artacus Kalmavius." He said with a polite smile as he introduced himself to the owner of the club.
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PMID: BP015
Traveller
Name: Isadore
Race: Krogan
Occupation: Military Contractor
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Post by PMID: BP015 on Mar 16, 2015 4:31:22 GMT
Isadore's eyes never left Dove's ass, she was, without a doubt, his favorite dancer at the club, barring that one night he was pretty sure he hallucinated seeing Sugar take the stage. It was a testament to his situational awareness that he was keeping tabs on everybody that had entered the club while he enjoyed the show. He had never personally seen a Volus Commando, but he had heard rumors, he hoped that she wouldn't turn out to be more trouble, but then again, if she did, he might not mind giving the bouncers a hand, see if she lived up to the rumors.
He knocked back the last of the glass in one gulp, then turned it over end and tapped it twice on the bar top, a kind of unspoken code language he had developed through predictability and constant patronage. To the average onlooker, he might have been drunk, and jarred the glass on the counter, but to the barkeeps, he needed a Cyclone over at the stage.
He rose and headed to his favorite spot, front and center of the stage, in the seat unofficially reserved for him, or rather, he had intimidated enough johns out of it to leave an invisible claim on it. But seriously, the thing was comfy, fit his hump just right. And it gave him a great view. His peripheral vision picked up on the Volus, taking in finer details about her. Her armor was a bit thicker than he would have imagined, good for absorbing rounds and blows. Didnt look ablative, more like some kind of polymer weave. Her name was stenciled on the collar of the curaise, "Jorkakt". 'Wonder if she's biotic? That would definately be interesting...' he thought to himself as he subconciously began taking in the minute details and sizing her up, an ageless memetic ability, hyper sensitized by centuries-old krogan like Isadore. A necessity to reach the centuries Isadore had.
He gave Dove one of his crooked, wide smiles, she knew she was his favorite, and that he would tip well, he always did. He quirked a brow at her, his way of asking for a dance after her routine. His hands made busy tapping in a 70c tip for her while he relaxed and enjoyed the show.
(((Gonna go with the assumption that there is some kind of centralized account for the Paradise that you use to tip the dancers)))
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Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Mar 16, 2015 6:36:10 GMT
Druss looks back over at the dancer as she waits for her drink, hearing the bartender and one of the patrons mention something about Cerberus. Feeling uneasy about letting a potential human supremacist handle her drink, she'd just keep her focus off the bar, social awkwardness outweighing personal safety. Scooting around the chair, now properly facing the other direction, she'd notice the krogan looking at her, as he turns to talk to the turian dancer on stage. 'Why would they be talking? Maybe he knows her?' She'd think this to herself before her train of thought would be suddenly interrupted by a recent revelation 'Of course the bartender isn't with Cerberus, why would she be serving the palaven-clan then?'.
Feeling at ease with her recent discovery, she'd allow herself to relax, her gaze unfocused. From Isadore's perspective it might look like she was staring at him, although the eye obscuring mask volus wear would currently leave the mystery of where exactly she was looking unsolved for now.
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Omega barwoman
Traveller
[TI1]
Race: human
Occupation: Club owner / barwoman
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Post by Omega barwoman on Mar 16, 2015 15:23:46 GMT
Sugar extended a hand to the turian. "Sugar Sweet, nice to meet ya!" She smiled baring all her teeth. "Hey, what's a woman to do when terrorists take over the station? We had to do something! And seriously, I mean the people of Omega can be a mean bunch, okay? But Cerberus? Boy, they were evil!" she shuddered. "It's some years in the past and sometimes they still find some remains in some remote tunnels.... Anyway, enough of those horror stories." She prepared a few colorful drinks for Alil to pick up and serve around the dancefloor. That XXL Cyclone must be for Isadore she thought and looked over to the krogan at his usual seat.
"Hey there." The petite drell server quickly greeted Aratcus as she picked up the tray with the drinks for the tables.
Meanwhile a young human girl dancer with blond hair and sidecut was approaching a lone volus. "Hey there, Mister. So alone? I'm Peach, want some private entertainment?" It was obviosu she mistook Druss for a guy.
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Artacus Kalmavius
Adventurer
[TI1]
Name: Artacus Kalmavius
Race: Turian
Occupation: Fugitive Recovery Agent (Bounty Hunter)
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Post by Artacus Kalmavius on Mar 16, 2015 20:02:03 GMT
Artacus stretched his hand out to the human named Sugar and softly grasped her hand. He gave her a firm handshake while looking her in the eye. "Sugar Sweet? That's a lovely name you have." He said with a smile, shortly retracting his hand back to his side after he finished the handshake. The turian then turned his head to the drell female that greeted him. "Hello." He simply responded with, giving the drell a short wave and a polite smile.
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Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Mar 17, 2015 0:21:47 GMT
Druss looks over to the human as she approaches her, unsure whether to be offended or just laugh at the human's mistake. "*hssk* You talking to me?" Peach would probably realize the volus she's talking to is female. Druss on the other hand would start thinking the human might have been talking to someone else, realizing soon after it was her. "*hssk* Oh, uhh . . . *hssk* I think the earth-clan is abit mistaken . . ."
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Omega barwoman
Traveller
[TI1]
Race: human
Occupation: Club owner / barwoman
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Post by Omega barwoman on Mar 17, 2015 17:27:52 GMT
“I know, right?” she replied to the turian. “The sweetest name on Omega.” She laughed.
Meanwhile at the table of Druss…. Dammit, a girl-volus! When was the last time she encountered one of those? She recovered quickly though, with all her hustle routine. She was swaying to the music slightly as she couldn’t sit on the volus’ lap for… size reasons. “Why would I be mistaken? You’re here, I am here… looks like a match made for entertainment, right?” Duh. This was strip bar, right? And she was a volus so she most likely had a huge bank account!!
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Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Mar 17, 2015 20:32:19 GMT
Druss, to the contrary, would have a bank account about as big as she is tall. Still, her mind remembered that human phrase 'When in Rome, do as the Rome-clan.' Although she had no clue what Rome was, she understood the meaning of the statment. Looking to the human as she sways infront of her, speaking "*hssk* Well, I mean I guess so. . . *hssk* I mean, yes, that is." There'd be a hint of unease in her voice, her mind reassuring her 'It's Omega, nobody even knows you're here'. She'd think to herself as she kept watching the human.
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Artacus Kalmavius
Adventurer
[TI1]
Name: Artacus Kalmavius
Race: Turian
Occupation: Fugitive Recovery Agent (Bounty Hunter)
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Post by Artacus Kalmavius on Mar 18, 2015 3:10:30 GMT
Artacus chuckled at Sugar's remark, putting a hand on his mandible and began stroking it thoughtfully. "It sure is the sweetest name, and the sweetest woman as well." He said with a wide smirk before reaching over to his glass and takes a sip of the turian brandy. He took a gaze at the volus and the human dancer that were talking to each other. It's not often where Artacus saw a female volus. He could tell since her voice was more feminine in a way than other volus'.
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