Calistaris
Adventurer
[TI1]
Name: Calistaris Ardelion
Race: Turian
Occupation: Shadow Broker Wet Worker
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Post by Calistaris on Apr 17, 2015 23:54:45 GMT
"Perfect." Cali hissed, keeping the intimidating demeanor. Cali reached up for a moment to grab some water to refresh herself. "Now let's give our audience a show before we discuss this, hm?" She suggested, looking around at the patrons. "Maybe some kinda big finale? A few spins and twirls, a show of biotics, maybe a toss followed by a final lift into the air as a pose?" She offered, seeing a few other guests start to try and put on a show. "We should let the prey where they stand after all." She joked, pulling Daia's hand up to her lips and giving it a gentle kiss. "Don't you agree?"
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Post by asari_promiscuity on Apr 18, 2015 16:52:38 GMT
“A dance partner after my own heart,” Daia smiled. “By all means - let’s wow them.” Ephemeral curtains of blue energy faded into being around her, spiralling like half-visible ribbons when Cali twirled her, then wrapping tight around her body, sparkling; a trick of light with little raw power, but impressive control. Reaching up she caught some water on her hand, and let it slide along the field contouring around her.
“I’m in your hands,” she grinned, ready for the final lift.
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Post by Apricity on Apr 18, 2015 16:53:56 GMT
‘Kianna’s’ head snapped around at the use of her name, then with a snarl she darted sideways while unleashing a biotic wave - not a true lift, especially not against the considerable mass of Druss’s reinforced exo-suit, but enough to stagger the volus and keep her from closing the distance between them. Her dash brought her to a cabinet, with a few mundane odds and ends on top of it - a steriliser, vials of scent and lubricant - which scattered as she tore a drawer open and whipped out a heavy pistol.
“Stay!” she warned, training it on Druss; her haughty accent seemed to have vanished. “This’ll crack even that tin can you’re wearing! Drop the- what the crak did you think that whip was going to do? Never mind, drop it.”
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“More? Well...” Atri smiled impishly. “Beyond the club itself, it’s not so much what’s here as who - there’s all sorts of private rooms, and of course the Oasis up top of the tower, but without wanting to play down the quality of the furnishings, it’s not the decor people visit for.” She cast a glance back around the cabaret. “Apricity’s here for you to enjoy, what form that takes... all up to you. Entertainment, company... TLC or something on the wild side. We do our best to offer something for everyone.”
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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 Apr 18, 2015 19:11:02 GMT
Throwing her hands up in the air after recovering from the stumble, she'd drop the whip. "*hssk* Oh come on! Really?!" Hands still in the air, she'd look around for a way to distract the asari, careful not to move her head, only looking with her eyes. To 'Kianna' it would look like the volus was doing as told, as their eyes are obscured under the suits. ". . . *hssk* What if I told you my spectre partner was waiting outside the door?" Kicking the whip infront of her, she'd hope Kianna would trip on it if she approached her, or at least believe her lie about the spectre. An unlikely prospect, but given her situation, probably the best she can do for now.
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Calistaris
Adventurer
[TI1]
Name: Calistaris Ardelion
Race: Turian
Occupation: Shadow Broker Wet Worker
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Post by Calistaris on Apr 18, 2015 20:30:10 GMT
Cali couldn't help but grin constantly, occasionally checking the other patrons to ensure that the attention was on the girls. "That's right," she began whispering slyly as she spun Daia around. "This floor is ours." She continued, occasionally showing of her own display of biotics by containing extracted water around her fists and letting it stretch out like whips. Whenever Cali wanted Daia to come back, she would "wrap" the water around her and pull her in. It was more the biotic field than anything else, but it looked just as magnificent all the same.
As the final lift came, Cali wrapped her hands around Daia's waist, spinning around before striking a final pose by planting a foot on the ground and lifting her partner above her head, holding her there for a few seconds before slowly setting her down, pursing her mandibles to smile.
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Post by asari_promiscuity on Apr 20, 2015 7:39:32 GMT
Daia’s estimation of Cali’s biotic skill went up, seeing the way she manipulated the water - not just strong, but refined as well. Cabal-trained? Possible, but then again biotics were such an individual talent, especially outside of asari, that she might have developed that level of precision on her own initiative, simply because it was fun. It didn’t really matter to the evening’s sport anyway.
Not wanting to let the side down on the final move, Daia let out a whoop of joy as she was lifted - helping by lowering her mass somewhat - and quickly generated and let fly a planar wave around herself, casting waves through the water as Cali lifted her through it. Luckily (she had thoroughly investigated the system when it was installed) the aqua display’s fields could cope with the disruption, and didn’t just dump their cargo of water all over the floor, but the effect was spectacular nonetheless, waves rising and plunging above and below the plane like a boulder had fallen in a lake, with blue sparkles riding the ridges until they petered out and the water settled back to its normal patterns.
Daia was grinning aural-to-aural when Cali set her down again - rather soaked by her momentary trip through the water layer, but she didn’t seem to mind in the least.
“Definite victory,” she said breathily.
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Post by Apricity on Apr 20, 2015 7:40:03 GMT
“Your... spectre partner...?” ‘Kianna’ frowned, then gave a frustrated sigh, looking like she was getting a headache. “Athame’s sacred tits. Just no, alright? Ugh. I blew my cover to an amateur. Godspit.” She began stalking around the room - unfortunately for Druss, keeping her distance from her (and the whip), and her pistol trained.
“Alright,” she snapped, after some more esoteric swearing under her breath. “Okay. Druss or whatever your name is. Literally the only thing stopping me from shooting you is that the whores who run this place are goddessdamn connected, so if I skip out with a volus corpse left on the carpet, that’s Illium off-limits for a century no matter what name I use.” She heaved a disgruntled sigh and glared some more. “That, and I don’t want to remember what a volus rupturing in standard atmosphere sounds like next time I’m trying to eat a meal. But if I let you walk, you’re gonna run straight to the bint on reception duty and tell her I’m Saren Arterius in disguise or what-the-quad-ever, and after they’ve thrown your ass out, they’re serious enough that they’ll run some extra background checks, just in case.”
She put her free hand on her hip, looking thoroughly unhappy with her options.
“So you tell me why I shouldn’t just blow a hole in your suit and hit the spaceport while everyone outside thinks you’re still getting your bits tickled,” she growled. “And I swear to the Goddess, if you use the words ‘Spectre’, ‘Shadow Broker’, ‘honorary Justicar’ or any variation of anything Illium Entertainment’s made a movie of, I will take the shot and live with the nausea.”
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Calistaris
Adventurer
[TI1]
Name: Calistaris Ardelion
Race: Turian
Occupation: Shadow Broker Wet Worker
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Post by Calistaris on Apr 20, 2015 11:16:50 GMT
Cali continued to smile and nodded in agreement at the remark of their victory, taking a moment to hold her hand and bow to their "audience". She then took her partner in arm and made their way off the dance floor.
"Sorry about soaking you." Cali apologized with a chuckle. "Nothing new to you though, I assume?" She joked with a smirk. "Now, I'm not sure about you, but you've gotten me rather intrigued about you. Mind if I ask a few questions before we start discussing tonight's events?" She asked, looking around the room still. "And to be fair, you may ask as many as you like as well."
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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 Apr 20, 2015 23:56:31 GMT
Walking as slow as she could towards 'Kianna', Druss starts thinking of a solution. 'When I become a real spectre, I'll just shoot them first. This is stupid, why does an esco- . . . That'll work.' Closer to 'Kianna' now, the volus would look up at her, betting on her thinking volus were 'cute' and not 'shootable-in-the-face'. "*hssk* Well, you're an escort right? Why not just say I hired you as one and-*hssk* And you escape here, drop me off somewhere and before I can contact the police, you're already off-planet." Of course Druss didn't plan to let 'Kianna' walk out of the club with her freedom, likely having some trick up her sleeve. "*hssk* Sounds like a fair deal, right? I get to live and you get to escape."
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Post by Apricity on Apr 21, 2015 4:47:17 GMT
“Hm,” ‘Kianna’ frowned, then raised an eyebrow at Druss, and thrust her free hand out, shoving the volus back with another biotic wave. “Bad. Stay. No. It’d be suspicious if you didn’t pick up your gun on the way out, and you’re idiot enough to try opening fire as soon as it’s in your hands.” She frowned, talking to herself in a quiet sing-song. “I, need, to get rid, of you...”
She paused, and gave a chuckle as an idea occurred to her.
“You wanted an introduction to D/s, right?” She switched on her omni-tool one-handed, and caused a set of heavy mag cuffs to descend on a ceiling-mounted fixture. “Wrists in the shackles, slave girl. They’re good for a krogan, they’ll damn well hold you. You play nice, and as a reward it’ll be whatsername from reception undoing those cuffs for you once your hour’s up, rather than an NAPD coroner. C’mon now, do what Mistress tells you.”
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Post by asari_promiscuity on Apr 21, 2015 4:48:02 GMT
“No need to apologise,” Daia grinned, letting Cali lead her off the dance floor. “The dress’ll be fine - and I don’t mind one bit.” She winked in mischievous reply to Cali’s innuendo, then smiled at her being intrigued, seemingly quite genuinely flattered.
“Ask away,” she nodded. “And my first to you, obviously - aside from natural talent, where’d you learn to dance?”
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Calistaris
Adventurer
[TI1]
Name: Calistaris Ardelion
Race: Turian
Occupation: Shadow Broker Wet Worker
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Post by Calistaris on Apr 21, 2015 11:14:15 GMT
"Well..." Cali began, sitting herself and Daia down in a booth. "As you said, most is just natural talent and improvisation. However, it became more refined when an old friend of mine, his name was Bacarius, began tutoring me. That was years ago though, and I think he did it just to get a special dance." She chuckled, sighing happily as she thought back.
"So how long have you been working here?" She asked, leaning back and relaxing in the seat, resting an arm across the head of her chair and lifting her left leg to rest it on her right.
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Post by asari_promiscuity on Apr 22, 2015 3:42:42 GMT
“I’ve been with the Dusk Oasis since I moved to Illium,” Daia replied, taking her seat and brushing a few droplets from her scalp. “Fifty-two years local, so... seventy-eight standard years.” She looked around the nightclub, reflecting. “Of course, Apricity is a new development - before the war in old Nos Astra it was just the Oasis, the escort agency side of things. Great facilities of course, but no club or anything. I’m glad we have this now, I missed performing as a regular thing.”
She grinned impishly.
“My turn, then? Have you lived long on Illium - prior to heading off to the Citadel, I mean.”
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Calistaris
Adventurer
[TI1]
Name: Calistaris Ardelion
Race: Turian
Occupation: Shadow Broker Wet Worker
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Post by Calistaris on Apr 23, 2015 0:48:53 GMT
"That's pretty cool. I probably should have visited before the war, but I was a little light on credits at the time." Cali admitted with a shrug. "Low life night life, now THAT was a scene." She said with a chuckle.
Cali scratched her chin as she thought. "Depends on what you see as a long time. I know asari live, like, ten times longer than most creatures. But, let me think... I was twenty-five standard years when I got here, so 7 standard years." She said with a nod. "Long enough to enjoy most things, short enough to keep my name out of the public." She chuckled, moving her mandibles to a smirk.
"Let me think... So, if it's not too personal, what race was your 'father'?" She asked, the only interesting conversation starter she could think of. "Also, what kinda food does this place serve?" She asked, realizing how hungry she was.
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Post by asari_promiscuity on Apr 23, 2015 4:48:01 GMT
“Let’s see what’s on the menu tonight,” Daia agreed. At a gesture a holographic menu appeared in her hand, and she quickly highlighted the dextro selection, shifting a little way around the table so she and Cali could both read at once.
“What takes your fancy?” she wondered. “Nothing too heavy; louza bites, grilled katir, wood-fire jumol - ooh, Tarli’s doing Five Rivers dressing on the katir, that’s very good, mixed by hand and the spices are imported direct from Palaven. How are you with seafood? Because if you like it, don't pass up the chance.” She left the menu hovering in place for Cali.
“My father was turian, as it happens,” she said. “A senior instructor at Camp Zara - the old one, back in the 1700s when they used to train the Palatim corps there. He’d retired from active service once I showed up, we all lived on Thessia. Although with plenty of trips back to Palaven, to spend time with family there, or for him to consult on something or other to do with training doctrine.”
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