Bad Seeds

[Jairus Starvald]

CLOUD CITY​

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[member="Abaigeal E'ron"]​

The fight had been hell.

And then some.

It was mostly luck they came out of it alive. Jeralt still wasn't sure how they had done it. At the beginning of the night? Seeing all those folk joining them? He had allowed himself to get a little cocky. Just a little bit. At the end of the night? Nah, that was all over. He was sitting in the tavern, warming himself at the fire with a drink in hand. His coin purse was awfully empty, but ... that would soon change. Bespin was safe, or well, safer than it had been a few hours ago.

Best they could do really.

Jeralt took a sip. Then noticed movement from his peripheral, taking another sip for good measure in response. "Well, if it isn't Miss E'ron." A little amused, but for what reason was anyone's question.

"You fared well, even though you were already beaten to hell and back."

A sigh.

Stretching out a bit more. Getting just a little bit closer to the fire there. "You never did say who smashed you up, before we all met." An eyebrow raised there at her. "Wanna share? I promise I won't tell." Grin there. One of the few things he had inherited from his father. That infuriating grin.

Like it knew everything needed knowing.

Certainly not charming, no, impossible.

 

[Abaigeal E'ron]

Cloud City​

After the Blooding​

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“Mr Ovmar”.

A curl on her lips and a quick glance before she sat cautiously on a foot stool by the fire opposite him. Cautiously because her ribs still smarted.

Geal sipped on the strong drink, one which had been part of the deal, it stung her split lip, open and swollen again from the hunt. There were not many questions answered throughout the hunt, not that she was really searching for them, but one was. That strange sense of recognition she had when she first laid eyes on Jeralt Ovmar.

Her mother may have crossed paths with his father, she hadn’t but growing up around Jedi and living in a Temple, you do get to hear of infamous people in the galaxy. And apparently Jerad Ovmar was infamous. Geal stretched her side, in answer to his statement, as like it reminded her body of the beating.

She caught sight of that grin, seen it flash down in the refinery to anyone he cared to give it to. It was like he knew any answer before even they did. It was the kind of grin that made you look twice.

“Well not much to tell really. A er, under the table deal went bad. I suspect that some people who I have ..annoyed, were behind it”. She took another sip and hissed with the sting, and deciding to keep the fact that she had been the only one to walk away from that bad deal, alive.

“You fared well yourself, plenty of experience with monsters I take it?”. They had all be lucky down there, but even in the chaos the Ovmar brothers knew exactly what they were doing. For herself, however, she felt like it had been a blooding rite.


[member="Jeralt Ovmar"]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Abaigeal E'ron"]

"Under the table, huh?" A slow glance her direction. "I do love proper euphemisms."

Leaning in lazily, elbows on the knees as he swirled the glass with amber. "What sort of table shenanigans were you up to then? Don't worry, I won't judge, my brother and I are very liberally-minded individuals after all." Sadly Jeralt didn't know E'ron's name. Contrary to her upbringing... their father had never been around much. And the times he was there? Well, the last thing Jared Ovmar, former Lord of the Fringe, did was talk about past exploits. They had learned quite early that their father had made enemies all around the Galaxy.

It was always a risk to introduce themselves.

If they were two inches smarter? Maybe they'd have changed their name. Jeralt wasn't sure why [member="Garrett Ovmar"] never did. Personally? Too proud. You didn't change yourself for others. That was a quick road to hell.

"Oh yes, I do have experience with monsters. From the moment I could walk, to the time I could have a drink, in fact." Jared's idea of upbringing had been dropping them on a death-world. See if they could survive.

No? Well, then they weren't worthy of life anyway.

Tough chitty bastard.

"I have made it my business. Plenty of coin there, since the Unknown Regions is full of the weirdest monsters you can think of. So... if you ever need an extra hand, I can take a look for you." A wink there. Was Jeralt hitting on her? Oh, only marginally so. She was a beauty. The fact that something made him nervous when she was around caused him to caution though.

Nothing wrong with some mild flirting though.

"So, what's next for you?"

 

[Abaigeal E'ron]

She fixed her eyes on him before pursing her lips rolling them away to the fire. It was mostly a chide to herself for using the euphemism, and after his next comment, she afforded him a soft chuckle.

“Alright”, she stretched her long legs out toward the fire, and leaned back slightly. “Got the word that some high tech was for sale. No doubt hot. Came all the way here from Coruscant for it. But.. well thing got out of hand”. Which of course, happens more oft then not. “But my secret is safe with them now”. The dead can’t speak, after all.

A quizzical look studied his face as he spoke of monsters, encountering them from such a young age seemed incredulous, especially to the lengths he was inferring, but she believed him there was nothing about him that say otherwise. She agreed with him on one point though, there was certainly plenty of monster out there and not just in the unknown regions. And monsters came in all shapes and sizes.

Which got her thinking …

And sitting silence. Looked up in time to see the wink. It unsettled her and she pulled her legs back from the fire. A self-defence gesture, maybe or maybe it was the fact it was nice. In her youth she would have flirted right back, there was no point in denying he was handsome, and he had proven to have a sharp mind, .. but not now. And although she had come to terms with all the crap that had happened to her, there were still things she cut off from. Even the slightest chance of letting someone close was blocked.

Geal leaned toward a low table and placed her drink down, “I will return to Coruscant, empty handed”, she grinned, “And back to my foolish ideals”. Too much of the amber will lower her defences. However ..

“I might take you up on that offer though”, which depended on the type of ‘monsters’ he was limited to killing. Or was she asking for his 'number'.

[member="Jeralt Ovmar"]​