A Drink with a Plant Woman... The good kind.

[Aithne Charr]

Solan sat alone in the crowded and full bar, though the booth he sat at had plenty of room. The simple reason he sat alone was for two things, one, people normally didn't like Rogue force users who were not part of the Sun's government, and nor did Solan let the... entertainment of the cantinas on Nal Hutta offer. He didn't hate dancer, just felt sad knowing that some of them were slaves he couldn't help, that is what kept him alone in his booth. His hate for the citizens of this place, it didn't matter if they were run by the suns or the republic, it would always stay the same yet he hoped to find someone different each time he came.

His feature also aided to people avoiding him, in addition to the look of a force user, he looked near death. His features hollow, skin pale, and body shaking as his hand rested on the table, as if claimed by a disease that would see him dead by the end of the night. The only feature that contradicted this was the soft pale blue eyes of his and the happy expression on his lips, something very odd considering his placement and other features.

[member="Charlotte Homura"]

 

[Charlotte Homura]

Charlotte was in a table near Solan drinking some kind of sugary carbonated drink (soda) to calm her natural addiction to sugar. The reason SHE was alone was because her flower eye kind of freaked people out a bit, but she looked rather beautiful otherwise. There was a holovid on about some force vampire named "Draculus Arucado" for some reason.. possibly because the vampire always tossed insults about his foes during fights and made the bartender laugh at least.

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Charlotte Homura"]

Solan leaned back and side, his body freezing up as he closed his eyes and heard something off to his left. He looked over with one open eye, staring at the woman with the flower eye and rose a brow at this. "Uh miss, you ok?" Blunt, that was something he was without a doubt but with the question actually came a look of pure concern. He was curious if she had been harmed there and the flower wasn't actually her eye but an interesting covering, sadly though he would soon find out that was not the case.

 

[Charlotte Homura]

[member="Solan Charr"]

Charlotte sighed, as she heard this type of comment a lot in Nal Hutta, but at least they cared for her, unlike her true creator simply named Michael Angelo... Her flower moved with the air of the room as she spoke "Yes, but I can tell you this much, this flower isn't a covering of my eye, rather it is just a part of me like an eyeball would be."

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Charlotte Homura"]

"Huh... that sounds interesting." He smiled lightly as he looked over at her from the booth he sat in. "Sorry to be intrusive, but is it genetic or not? I had never met someone with your particular looks before." His eyes ran over her face for a moment and he showed no disgust or hate for her appearance and rather interest in her, not a scientific interest though. It was a simple light hearted interest in what she looked like.

 

[Charlotte Homura]

[member="Solan Charr"]

Charlotte simply nodded, smiling, even though inside her was a sheer annoyance for other people asking, she found an oddly light hearted way of going about it

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Charlotte Homura"]

Hestood slowly and left his booth, walking over and bowing to her for a moment. "Mind if i sit with you?" He drank from his own drink as he stood there, dark robes claiming all but his hollow and deathly face, the face that held such a warm and kind expression as he smiled. It was as if death tried to claim him but he wouldn't let it. "I apologize for my own appearance, genetic problem of my own and something i am having a hard time dealing with."

 

[Charlotte Homura]

Charlotte, smiling for the first real time in her actual life, nodded and looked to the holovid, seeing the channel has changed.

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Charlotte Homura"]

Solan sat down in the booth and set his drink down, a wine that really didn't seem to stand out. His hands sat on the table but the shaking was still very evident. "My name is Solan Charr, what is yours miss?" He frowned for a moment, reaching down and removing the saber from his belt, not realizing it had been poking into his leg and in turn set it on the table once more, a deterrent for the unsavory.

 

[Charlotte Homura]

[member="Solan Charr"]

"My name is Charlotte Homura. Nice to meet you, Solan." Charlotte spoke with a smile on her face, not looking at the holovid now

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Charlotte Homura"]

"So, im sorry to ask, are you human or something like me. A Hybrid that got the short end of the stick so to say?" He drank from his glass and leaned back in his chair, thinking silently on the woman before her and her past. 'Dont press Solan, you hate it when people do it to you, you have no reason to ask others for their past when you deny your own'. The words ran off in his mind and he shook the thought out of his head, covering it up as another shake.

 

[Charlotte Homura]

"Well I wouldn't call this the short or long end of the stick, more like the handle of a sickle as my flower eats the residual energy of dead force users somehow, and I'm a Zelosian made by a woman named Circe Savan." Charlotte said, not smiling now, but not frowning either

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Charlotte Homura"]

Solan... twitched at the sound of the name. He had never met Circe Savan but he had heard more than enough to know the woman only had two things that she cared about. Her self and those creations that won her favor. He didn't even try to hide the disgust as it would have been impossible... but it did subside after a second. "Sorry... i known of your creator, though not personally, forgive me for the disgust i hold for her as i have heard what she does to people and what has been done on her orders." He breathed in. "Im a Vahla, Miraluka, and Kiffar hybrid, naturally created. My eyesight is blurred when i try to read, my bones... nothing more than cartilage, and can't even use a Kiffar's ability right... call me a mutt, its normal."

He drank from his glass and smiled once more. "Well, i didn't know Zelosians were quite as pretty as you, so forgive me if i stare later." He made the compliment into a joke, trying to lighten the mood as he shifted back into a light-hearted appearance.

 

[Charlotte Homura]

Charlotte raised her left eyebrow, the flower in her right eye socket moving a bit. "Well, I am considered a failed experiment to see if humanoid and flora DNA would mesh well, though I'm out to prove I wasn't a failure, rather a misconception of the genetics of humanoids."

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Charlotte Homura"]

"Well, i count it as a success, as there are no failures. You see, everyone is a success in one way or another, and while the DNA didn't mesh perfectly, you have a more interesting history of coming into being than most. Not to mention you so far aren't too bad of a conversationalist." He smiled lightly and drank from the wine, thinking to himself while he rested on his hand. "I assume, knowing miss Savan's reputation, you are force sensitive?" He looked over at her with the pale blue eyes and let them rest on her.

 

[Charlotte Homura]

"Glad to see you think the same way as me.~ And yes, I am Force sensitive, much like you probably are as I can sense your force energy is like mine."

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Charlotte Homura"]

"Huh, indeed a simularity but past that i think there is not much more simularities... well, unless you count my robe as a dress than maybe that, but hey. Without the robe i people would forget im a force user." He set the glass down, now empty.

 

[Charlotte Homura]

Charlotte chuckled a bit and smiled again with true happiness. "People can't tell I'm a force user either and I wear the lightest thing possible outside of being naked~."

 

[Aithne Charr]

"Well, i certainly am happy i could make you laugh, any questions for me now, seeing as i have effectively delved into your own mind?" He smiled and crossed his arms over his chest, a hand on his chin as he watched her silently.

 

[Charlotte Homura]

"Yes, why are you considered a mutt, like, how were you conceived to be such?" Charlotte asked with an inquisitive look to her face