Cantina Experience: Breaking and Entering [OPEN]

[Matreya]

Smoke wafted from a fire that burned everything in its wake, scalding and eviscerating all. But the flames were not the focal point for this night, rather the lithe form of a man that could be seen amongst the embers. Whistling and swinging songs hailed from the center, evident even further of the mans existence. The glint off of a blade shined harsh, blinding anyone whom looked close.

How could a man survive in such a scene? Let alone one that trained his speed amongst the flames? Suddenly turning to gaze through the darkness, deep lavender orbs sought out the sounds of excitement nearby. Nimbly kicking a few dozen yards into the air, Samael allowed himself to glide a great distance, hazing his body to be nigh weightless.

Letting his feet soundlessly touch down on the roof of a cantina, Samael growled deep in his throat. It was easy for the man to pretend indifference amongst the joyous and inane, but when by himself he did not hide his malcontent. Why did beings feel the need to burn their bodies out with dehydrating effects, or take chemicals that send their minds crashing into conscious dreams. Partying, and the like, was never something he understood.

Sliding the edge of his thin sword along the corner of its sheath before letting it crawl back to plummet into the depths, Samael floated slowly to the ground before pushing open the door. Stepping inside, Sam hid his aggression behind a smile, "Shot of scotch, rocks, 3 to be precise. In a pretty glass." As always, the tainting darkness emanating beneath his fangs shown bright and created an instant fear.

His drink was in hand forth with.

 

[Matreya]

Sipping at the cool beverage, Samael cast his eyes about the room. First landing on a man that held darts, throwing them down wind with the intent to strike several painted circles cast onto a wooden board. The man wasnt horrible, nor was he worth note. Thus, the traveling gaze continued, until it came upon the gorgeous curves of a rather vivacious woman, whom leaned just a bit to far against the bar. She was busy speaking with some big burly man with a trimmed beard, yet again neither were worth note, so he passed them up.

Letting his lavender orbs fall onto the form of a small bear like creature, Ewok of some sort, that sat with a Shistavenen, a Miralukan, and a Human. All of them emanated a strange smell into the air, giving Samael the urge to kill all three. Instead he brought the cool lip of the glass to his own, and tilted. After a moment he set the glass down, visibly exhaling. Hazing was difficult for the man, but he was getting better control. One day, the physical sense of the world would mean equal to the incorporeal.

Ending the circling gaze, Samael found a Twi'lek, a beautiful woman truly. She danced and bobbed to music no other heard, her opinion of reality clearly being minimal for she found herself outside that little box. He pondered walking to her to introduce himself but waited...

 

[Matreya]

A brief explosion nearby jerked Samael from his thoughts; it was time. Gulping the last of the drink, Samael rose and headed to the rear of the building. Drawing himself closer towards the awaiting stairs, he kept count. 21...22...23... Every step was calculated and precise, none seeming to be random. No, the Shadow Arc had a goal in mind.

Upon reaching the base stair, the man lifted slowly into the air, soaring upwards thanks to a nimble kick. The steps beneath him moved by while his gaze lay ahead of himself. When his feet touched solid ground, the man placed a calm hand onto his swords hilt, never to far from danger as he was.

Peeking his head into doors as he went, he lightly tapped the tip of his pointer finger against the pommel of his hilt. Where are you..? Samael asked himself silently.

 

[Matreya]

Clearly his information was received through ill means, and so Samael began to improvise. If the directions to get to the 2nd floor were good, he must have gotten at least partially acceptable intel. Maybe it was just off, and so he once more took to the air, leaping straight ahead, he coasted across the space as if no gravity were to be found. For him though, it always seemed that way, making it appear other wise was the difficult trick.

Once into the only room that lay ahead of himself, Samael finally let out a sound that resembled a sigh. There ahead of himself was the locking mechanism he sought, once it was activated with the correct pin, it would open a door revealing a long blank passage - hoping his information was correct, he moved forward entered said pin.