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 30, 2015 20:17:01 GMT
The turian nodded his head at the quarians question with a smile. "I'm a bounty hunter, yes. And it depends on what job and what the person i'm catching is." Artacus said with a slight chuckle, reaching over to the cocktail Sugar made for him, sipping on it's contents slowly. "Damn, I should come here often." The turian thought to himself quietly, looking to the quarian. "I just discovered this place recently and i'm on break. So.. I maybe hunting for something or someone." Artacus said, answering the quarian's previous question with a wider smirk.
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Tuni'Za
Traveller
[TI2]
Name: Tuni'Za vas Omega
Race: Quarian
Occupation: dancer, suit technician
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Post by Tuni'Za on Mar 31, 2015 14:18:33 GMT
“Sounds dangerous!” the quarian replied with a cocky undertone. She rapped her fingers on the bar. “I hope you will be around after my show – I’m not known to drive people off exactly…” she turned to leave, leaning a bit closer. “Maybe we could have a talk later.”A bounty hunter. It was a spur of a moment but maybe he could… Tuni’Za pushed the thoughts back and went headed to the locker area. ~~~~ A couple of minutes later, the DJ cranked up the volume with a classic hardrock hit by Uri’Danus. When he was announcing Tuni’Za vas Omega on stage the crowd cheered and whistled. The quarian appeared in an explosion of red and purple light effects, wearing a fire red bikini instead of the dress, starting her stage show.
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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 31, 2015 20:06:31 GMT
Artacus nodded his head as Tuni'Za turned around to leave, smiling still. "Of course, I'm looking forward to it." The turian said as he watched the quarian walk off to do whatever. Artacus cracked another one of the dextro nuts from the bowl and chewed it slowly, swallowing it along with the cocktail to wash it down. Soon after their brief chat, the turian would spot the explosion of bright colors coming from the stage and the classic metal music being brought to his ears. He rubbed the right ear from the loud music, then looked up to the stage.
Artacus observed Tuni'Za as she did her performance up on stage, stroking his mandible lightly before turning his head back to Sugar. "I can tell she's a big hit." The turian remarked with a chuckle, gazing back to the quarian up on stage.
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Omega barwoman
Traveller
[TI1]
Race: human
Occupation: Club owner / barwoman
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Post by Omega barwoman on Apr 1, 2015 14:04:41 GMT
Sugar leaned on the bar, currently not much to do, Will was popping beers for Alil to serve. “Yep, she’s a show. I’m happy we have her.” There was some pride in Sugar’s voice, knowing that the nights with the quarian’s shows were the best selling usually. She tapped her foot to the beat of “Lensflare”, one of her favorite songs. The quarian was winding, shaking and firing up the crowd, as she lost her garments. Sugar smirked at the mental image of the tips pouring in and the drinks being sold. The other dancers were either occupied in the VIP area or on the surrounding tables, giving support.
The bar area was a bit calmer than the stage section but the view was still good. She nodded towards the turian’s drink. “Want some more?”
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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 Apr 1, 2015 16:29:11 GMT
Artacus turned his whole body towards the stage, his back leaning on the bar counter. He crossed his arms and enjoyed the show from far away with a slight smirk upon his face. The turian watched every single movement she made, observing her with a careful eye. He might just go over there for a closer look. Artacus turned his head back to Sugar as she asked him a question about his current drink. "I think I am good for now, thank you." Artacus took a credit chit from out of his jacket and placed it onto the counter, sliding it to Sugar. "I uh.. might go and try to find a front row seat." He said with a light chuckle.
The turian nodded his head to Sugar and gave her a little wave goodbye. "I'll see you later." Artacus said, pivoting his head back to the stage and walked on over to the quarians performance. He shuffled through the crowd slowly, trying not to seem to rudely push them out of the way. After he finally gets to the front of the crowd he looks up to Tuni'Za dancing, his arms still crossed and a smirk still on his face.
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Tuni'Za
Traveller
[TI2]
Name: Tuni'Za vas Omega
Race: Quarian
Occupation: dancer, suit technician
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Post by Tuni'Za on Apr 2, 2015 12:26:18 GMT
Tuni’Za was in her zone on the stage. But she was aware enough to check out all the audience and what was going on. Her internal HUD was displaying the tips as they came in on the Periwinkle’s payment system. She smirked under her helmet and she went down into a crouch, giving a group of turians and krogan on one side of the stage pleasant viewsfor some tipping they had done. She also noticed that very tall turian from the bar. She moved in his direction giving him a bit of a privileged performance… Tuni’Za knew how to handle the crowd, every table around the stage go their share – which in return meant she got hers.
The last one of this set was “Overload” and she was writhing on the floor, before eventually coming to rest, panting a bit. The lights went out and she made her way off the stage under applause and whistles. One of the other dancers had picked up her bikini and handed it her as she disappeared into the locker…
A short while later, the club was up to regular operations, the asari and human dancers were working the tables and the stage.
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Omega barwoman
Traveller
[TI1]
Race: human
Occupation: Club owner / barwoman
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Post by Omega barwoman on Apr 6, 2015 14:26:22 GMT
Tuni'Za's show always drew the crowd away from the bar and towards the dancing area. Right now, Wil and Sugar were just busy preparing drinks for the server to bring to tables or the VIP area where some of her asari were already entertaining the more excited guests.
Even the krogan did behave and by the amount of ryncol she had to hand out were having fun. This would probably turn out to be a good night.
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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 Sept 8, 2015 19:56:33 GMT
It had been awhile, but Druss was back on omega, this time on a more lengthy visit. Having had a few yet-to-be-written adventures on the citadel, she'd be a fair bit richer, and in her infinite stupidity, thought getting drunk on omega was a good idea. Again haggling with the doorman, her luck just as good as last time, in other words, paying full price still, she'd pass into the club.Wearing her same set of heavy armour, she'd waddle over to the bar, seeing if anything had changed since last time she had visited the Spacer's Dive.
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Post by Daughters of Nekarra on Sept 11, 2015 0:36:09 GMT
A datapad slid along the bar, coming to a halt in front of Druss. It originated from a tall asari, wearing a business suit somewhat atypically styled to show off the striking figure within it, who slid into the seat next to the volus and looked at her sidelong from calculating, lidded eyes.
"We have a mutual acquaintance, I think," she murmured, tapping the pad with a slender finger. The image displayed had been taken via a long-range lens - the edges still showed the telltale distortion of a VI resolution enhancer - but the face of the asari, lounging at a table at some generic-looking diner and looking distinctly discontented, was clear.
"Ekela T'Rantus," the newcomer said. "She was calling herself 'Kianna' when you and she had a run-in, hm? You and I ought to talk."
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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 Sept 11, 2015 17:50:06 GMT
'What the-oooh, ok play it cool.Druss had been in the middle of downing a drink of her own, looking over to face the asari, forgetting there was a can fixed to the suit's mouth port. "*hssk* Mpphpfp-phblth?" 'Pee'ka, forgot the drink.' Detaching the can after, she'd shuffle over to get a better look at the mysterious asari.
". . . *hssk* Who're you and how do you know I know that thessia-clan from that place?" She picks up the datapad, looking over the image, squinting to look at Ekela.
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Post by Daughters of Nekarra on Sept 12, 2015 12:39:14 GMT
“Call me Deacon,” the asari said quietly, after a couple of seconds bafflement as Druss removed the can from her suit’s face. She swivelled in her seat to face the volus head-on.
“The organisation I represent is well-placed to gather information,” she explained. “But acting on that information takes not just the right data, but the right operative. Precisely. We know where Ekela is hiding. But if we send one of our own and word got out, there would be... larger consequences. A free agent, however,” she gestured to Druss, “with no political ties... Well, you and she met once, things turned sour, you’d just be settling a personal score. No scandal. You understand?”
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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 Sept 13, 2015 5:23:12 GMT
Druss may have been an idiot, but she was also a volus. So she *sometimes* knew when she was getting a raw deal. 'Wait, so did she say operative like-? Don't stare at her chest. Something about acting? Don't stare at her chest. When did actors murder people? Don't stare at her chest. Personal score- wait no pay?' Druss takes a few seconds to respond, spinning around in her chair. "*hssk* So why should I be helping you? I'm not just some idiot you can-"
[Paragon/Renegade interrupt option here, feel free to interrupt her here if you want.]
"-Ask to go do your dirty work. *hssk* I mean do I look like some mafia don's little bitch? *hssk* No, cause I'm smart to know when the- you people are trying to push us around." Druss pauses to think for a few seconds, or try to not throw up. Hard to tell with the face obscuring mask. "*hssk* So noooo game Deacon."
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Post by Daughters of Nekarra on Sept 14, 2015 0:27:25 GMT
‘Deacon’ looked rather taken aback at the sudden outburst, and kept silent while Druss finished her rebuttal.
“‘No game’,” she repeated at last. “No, well, perhaps we were wrong.” She gave the volus an arch look, eyebrow raised. “Our intel suggested you had certain... aspirations. To a higher calling than being just another hired gun, chasing bounties of little consequence. That you might welcome the chance to prove yourself, show you have what it takes to be a candidate for- well, no matter,” she cut herself off with a sardonic smile. “Many say they want to join the elite, aspire to the glory and status, but shy away when the opportunity presents itself.”
She rose smoothly from her seat and looked down at Druss, giving a careless shrug.
“Enjoy your drink.” She put a hand on the datapad, to take it back. “I’ll inform the... uh, my superiors, that you’re not interested.”
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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 Sept 14, 2015 1:05:32 GMT
Druss goes wide eyed under the mask, piecing together what Deacon meant. Without even a thought, she grabs the datapad, clutching it against her chest. "*hssk* NO! No no! Y-youre one of them?" Deacon could see Druss was now quite excited by this, the volus's body language betraying her excitement. "*hssk* I'll do it! You don't even have to pay me!" A rare request from her. "*hssk* I've got what it takes- don't go!"
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Post by Daughters of Nekarra on Sept 14, 2015 3:24:36 GMT
“Alright then,” Deacon said, sitting back down, and glancing at the bartender to signal for a drink - in fact to give herself a moment to get the expression of mixed bemusement and relief off her face. When she turned back to Druss, she looked coolly detached.
“Listen closely,” she said quietly. “Ekela’s group are amateurs, and normally we’d leave them to burn themselves out in due course - we can't go around mopping up every backwater malcontent in the galaxy. However two weeks ago one of our agents informed us that Ekela’s been getting close to... well let’s just say a major player in the arms market. No need to name names,” she glanced around, somewhat theatrically. “I’ve swept this place, but you can never be too careful. The point is, Ekela could be getting her hands on some very powerful hardware, and she and her friends are just the sort to use it the first chance they get, which could kick off quite a crisis. Unfortunately their supplier is... well-connected, politically, in the Terminus. To people we don’t want to antagonise just now. We need Ekela take out of the picture, without her associates suspecting a ‘foreign power’ is involved. Are you with me so far?”
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