A new.......friend? Ally? I don't know.

[Felran Natri]

Felran took a shot of whiskey and looked the bartender directly in the eyes. He was wearing his black Sith cloak as usual so he was an oddity in this small cantina. "Listen. You must have heard something about a Sith artifact. Anything at all with his name on it." The bartender shook his head "Look buddy. I have heard plenty of rumors about Sith artifacts. But nothing with a name like the one your giving to me tied to it." Felran had been trying to get info from the bartender about anything related to his ancestor. He promised himself that he was going to reclaim his ancestors legacy but it was so hard to track down. Felran sighed and ordered another shot of whiskey. It was better to just have a drink or two and then move on to the next cantina.

@Winter Sovereign

 

[Voices of The Deep]

"A blizzard runs wild in my soul."​

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The sound of this bustling city seemed to blare in the woman's ears like alarms. The woman never did really enjoy overly crowded locations given her tendency to...'stick out' in a crowd. Not that it really bothered her, but she found it bothersome when random strangers found it necessary to confront her and make 'small talk'. Which in thier minds was innocent...but the way their eyes seemed to wander over every part of her that was NOT her face.

Winter pushed these thoughts aside and ran her fingers through that messy hair atop her head...grumbling under her breath a the sound of her heels clacked on the metal floor with each steady step. The holster on her hip clacked with her tilting movements, the flaunty nature of the bluish skin taunt across the abdomen brought about more than her fair share of glances, men and women alike. To hell with them, she wasn't trying to impress anyone.

And as she made her way into a small bar, Her bright eyes flashed like azure ember as she entered the place...it stunk of stale men and alcohol. Winter scoffed, wandering in without sparing them a second glance...her hips swaying back and forth naturally with each strut. Approaching the bar beside a hooded man...Winter took a seat and slowly rolled her shoulders...tapping her fingers along the surface of the bar.

"Drink...don't care what." She muttered demanding. Her eyes narrowed with a scowl playing her features.

[member="Felran Natri"]

 

[Felran Natri]

Felran turned his head slightly to the point where his new aquantice would be able to see a small portion of his red skin. "So what is someone like you doing in a cantina like this?" Felran took his shot of whisky and grinned. A faint silver glinted at his waist line but most of it was hidden by his cloak. By the looks of it she wasn't around her so she must have had stories to tell. Or at least be able to give a good conversation.

@Winter Sovereign

 

[Voices of The Deep]

The womans cold gaze remained steady ahead of her as the music played in the background...mind wandering for a while as she patiently waited for her drink of...whatever. Her nails clacked on the bar every couple of seconds. Tapping her foot in tempo as the bar bustled with random conversations. God she needed a drink...after so long of traveling and hunting she needed a good break...maybe a nice man to warm her bed tonight. Oh the possibilities seemed to dance in the back of her mind.

However, in the midst of her daydreaming a voice seemed to disturb her train of thought. A question...a rather silly one at that. Those eyes of hers lowered to the glass that was given to her. Shrugging a bit at the question and taking the glass into her hand...twirling it a bit and watching the liquid shake within the glass.

"Drinking..." She quipped back almost bluntly. Not really one for small talk when she was trying to relax. Winter narrowed her eyes and channeled the force through her fingertips...the glass in her hand quickly becoming rather visibly cold as frozen mist danced around the glass. Lifting it up and taking it down quickly. A chill rippling down her spine as her insides where bitten by frost...sighing from the sensation as she slammed the glass down and slid it back to the bartender.

"Another." She muttered, slowly closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.


[member="Felran Natri"]

 

[Felran Natri]

Felran gave a small laugh and looked at the bartender raising his glass. "You know what I want, but another drink will be fine." The bartender sighed and got both Felran and his new 'friend' their drinks. Felran raised the glass and looked at it for a moment before chugging it down. He coughed a little and looked back up to the bartender "What *cough* the hell was in *cough* that drink." The bartender shrugged and turned back around, only to start grabbing at his neck collar. Felran had a hand under the bar, with it he was force choking the bartender. When the bartender collapsed Felran sighed and got up. He walked to the other end of the bar and took out a bottle of whiskey from one of the shelves. He turned back and looked at the woman that had sat next to him. "You need another drink? Bartenders dead so you don't have to pay." Felran looked at her with his red eyes. His face didn't waiver from her face.

[member="Winter Sovereign"]

 

[Voices of The Deep]

Winter sat in the stool as if she were a statue...one leg crossed over her knee with her arms folded along her chest. Her frosty white hair flowing in the slight breeze that seemed to run through the bar as the bartender suddenly began to grab at his neck...Winter opened a single eyelid to watch the poor creatures unfortunate death unfold. Tsking in disinterest from the act of random and undeserved cruelty. "Tsk, nothing but drama everywhere i go..." She muttered, glancing at the cloaked man as he walked behind the bar and began to fiddle with the drinks. His nonchalant attitude irking her ever so slightly.

"You Sith are so narrow minded...don't you have other methods of solving you're worthless problems aside from the pointless killing of someone?" She growled dominantly, not really caring who or what the man was. Frankly she spoke her mind to everyone...she'd spit in the face of a god if it deserved it. And just as Winter was about to get up and leave, another entered the bar.

She could sense who it was without even looking behind her. And as the footsteps approached the blue eyed devil the woman sighed a bit.

"Your Grace..." A feminine voice quipped from behind. Winter shrugged a bit and lowered her gaze before closing her eyes.

"Hello Scarlett..." Winter replied coldly. The woman behind Winter held herself with professionalism and dominance...hands behind her back, back straight, head up...obviously a soldier if anything.

"The Royal Guard grew weary of your extended absence. If i may ask...why are you here? We have a bar on the ship..." Scarlett questioned...Winter blinked a few times.

"Cause i'm a god damn thug thats why." She mumbled sarcastically. "I was looking for leads...all i found was this guy." Winter explained, giving a nodding gesture to [member="Felran Natri"] .Scarlett shot the man a glare and looked back at Winter.

"How long do you plan on staying?" She asked abruptly. Winter frowned and shrugged.

"Not much longer at this rate...suddenly i lost my drinking mood."

 

[Felran Natri]

Felran took a swig of whiskey and laughed slightly. "I am certainly more calm than normal trust me. Before you came this poor man decided it was best to keep certain information that I wanted away from me. It is rather important to me so you would guess why I killed him." He took of his hood and looked at her. His crown of spikes where as sharp as ever. "I have my own agenda, I may be Sith but doesn't mean I act like your stereotypical one." He put up the whiskey and laid his hands on the bar. When he saw the woman behind his new 'friend' he chuckled. "Oh somekind of royalty huh? Yea I'm not who your looking for. I'm just a guy on a mission to restore a legacy." He looked at the two with a blank expression on his face. "I never introduced my self did I? How rude. I am Felran Natri."

[member="Winter Sovereign"]