Cloud 9 Bar and Casino!

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Thalia puts her hand on her blaster. Just in case this guy got any Ideas. "Ok then." By this time Thalia was starting to not think straight from all the alcohol in her system.

[member="Myron"]
[member="Darth Slasher"]

 

[Matreya]

Damien smiled. Some noone wanted to come in, attempting to brag as if he was important. Had he anywhere near the experience as Damien, he would know that wasn't necessary. Feeling a little loosened up from two fifths of liquor, Damien raised a hand, staring at his palm as he said, "Ever take a man, turn him inside out, literally, just to put him back as he was? Ever slowly dissect a Wookiee, while sustaining him so he could see his innards removed? I'm guessing you must have taken a Polydroxol apart, piece by piece as each was replaced, to stab the body with its own limbs?

"No?? Then do not mention torture." Damien murmured the last bit, as he had been gathering energy at a tremendous rate, and the unnatural taint of darkside was palpable in the room, causing silence to gather. Closing his hand suddenly, all the energy amassed from two dozen bound spirits, dual Talismans of Concentration, and an Anzati that had devoured an entire cities soup in a single hour, exploded in all directions.

Glass shattered, metal walls bent and waved in an unnatural show of strength. The very core of Cloud City seemed to waver a bit, being felt throughout the floating structure. When the waves ceased, Damien smiled happily at the being. Reaching out, the sole bottle that survived the explosion, his own as it was protected by he, flew to his palm. Opening the cap, he guzzled a large portion, then walked towards the rear of the room to help an old man that fell.

While ultimate darkness tainted ultimately, it was not irreversible. With everyday Damien fought his impulses, trying to become something more. Something better.

[member="Thalia Kaia"] [member="Darth Slasher"] [member="Myron"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="Ryker Tal'verda"]

 

[Darth Slasher]

"You boast about your experiences. You reach for your blaster. You criticize one who is only trying to help you. I mean you no harm. I am the Harbinger of Justice."

Slasher disappeared. He will continue to inform others of their cruel fate and their dirty deeds. For he will bring justice.

- Gone from RP thread (For Now) -

 

[Ryker Wylde]

[member="Darth Pikiran"] [member="Thalia Kaia"] [member="Myron"]

Though his own aura was being purposely surpressed, The darksider was allowing his to flow freely. It was obvious that the man was drawing in the energy around him and as the blast emitted from the man Ryker would almost instinctively throw up a barrier of pure force energy around himself to avoid being damaged in the chaos of shattering glass....... "OI SCHUTTA!! You mind keeping your space magic on your own side of the bar! I'm busy here!" He spouted as he stood and made his way over to the dark siders table still clutching an unbroken bottle of glitterstim spiced brandy in his slender hand, And upon reaching the mans table he would draw a chair and sit staring at the darksider as if he were studying him.

 

[Matreya]

Turning at the shout, Damien watched a man sit at the table he had vacated. Returning the older man he had made to help to his seat, he walked back to his own table. Staring down at the man, he tilted his bottle and easily chugged another healthy portion before returning his gaze downward.

That was it. No words. Just a stare that could make water freeze.

It was an obvious question though, Did I say you could sit there? he seemed to ask without words.

[member="Ryker Tal'verda"]

 

[Ryker Wylde]

[member="Darth Pikiran"]

The cocky young Togruta smirked and took a long chug from his narcotic laced liquor before setting the bottle back down and looking the darksider over with a scoff as if he were staying.... "Did you hear me ask" The Jedi knew he was playing with fire, He just didn't care.

 

[Matreya]

The bottle was set down. All it took was a stare, and it exploded. But... not really. In truth, it was eviscorated. No rain of glass, no spilled drink. Just...

Nothingness.

 

[Ryker Wylde]

[member="Darth Pikiran"]


"Have you any fethin idea how hard it was to acquire that bottle?" It wasn't actually that hard, The spice was bought from the Hutts and the liquor was just correllian brandy, He'd mixed them himself to help him forget the men he'd murdered.....To help keep the darkside trying to take him at bay..... "Better yet, Be a good lad and use your space magic to bring my bottle back before you make me shoot you in the face" He didn't want to kill the man, And probably couldn't in his current state but he could already feel the corruption trying to take him again

 

[Matreya]

Damiens glare intensified, "Move." He did not reply to the mans words, nor even acknowledge them. It was a simple thing: move, or it was going to escalate. He hadn't invited the man, and he had chosen to yell and show disrespect to a man that many respected. More than those few titans of the force that respected him, as the rest feared him.

The only in between? If they didn't know him.

 

[Ryker Wylde]

[member="Darth Pikiran"]

Suddenly his aura was visible to all around him as he drew the blaster from its holster and set it upon the table before him with a smirk. He hated using blasters, They were messy and loud, He preffered his lightsabers but would not use them today unless forced too. He'd already had a bad enough week and was most certainly turning closer to the dark side the longer it went on. His voice would finally sound as he fingered the trigger of his blaster..... "I've fallen far enough from my path and don't wish to go any further.....So I'll ask nicely, Bring back my bottle before I shoot you in The face.....Please"

 

[Matreya]

Damien laughed, loud and almost hysterical. The boy wanted to bring a gun to a god fight. As it was, without the amplifiers he possessed, he would be in the top tier of Masters of the Darkside. With them, he was closer to the top than this kid probably ever see! He had been trained by one of the most powerful and cunning Sith Emporers to live, had seen millennia worth of training before then, and only enhanced his abilities after! There were few with more knowledge over hand to hand combat, distance weaponry, alchemy, or mentalism.

He was millenia old. And it took those with age to teach him lessons.

Holding upward a hand again, palm spread open, he flared his power until the whole room shook. People on their chairs and booths levitated, glass and debris began to swirl like a hurricane around them, while the stability of the ship that held Cloud City again seemed to waver and bob.

Either the lad would understand and move, or an explosion like a mini nuke was going to go off here and now.

[member="Ryker Tal'verda"]

 

[Ryker Wylde]

[member="Darth Pikiran"]



He felt the world shake around him as the bar trembled and bottles crashed, But he was the most stubborn Jedi that had ever graced the universe. The blaster stayed resting on the table and his eyes stayed locked with the darksider as a smile grew on his features. He could feel Tue power of the man and he wanted it....And would have it. A soft chuckle left the Jedi as he stayed seated and asked bluntly.... "Is all this shaking supposed to worry me Darksider? Will you kill me for simply wishing not to drink alone?"

 

[Matreya]

Damien leaned a bit closer, "I would kill you because it pleases me. You haven't learned yet? You were here when that fool stepped to far over bounds. It isn't smart to do such things." He growled, but then his face changed to a dark sadistic grin, "But you are not like him. You have balls. Alright. You may stay." He said, sitting and offered his bottle to the youth.

Insanity, the light battling the darkness; so much was happening internally with Damien, one could never know what would happen. It was the result of having so much power. When he bound Ergast to himself, the sheer power had literally begun destroying his old body, if not for his CZAR Healing Implants it would have succeeded. Then when he released the spirit, wouldn't you know it, he bound over a hundred more to himself. When those were stolen from him by Rave, he had been forced to gather more.

Yet that wouldn't do as it was. No. He needed more. So he had gathered the populace of a whole city, stealing their life force and soup, powering his physical being to new heights. But he also bound more spirits, and now fought addictive side effects of using the super powe that is Talismans of Concentration.

When it came to raw power, few had it like he did. Very few. And that was why he was fractured in so many ways.

If the boy didn't keep Damien entertained, he may feel the brunt of it all.

[member="Ryker Tal'verda"]

 

[Ryker Wylde]

[member="Darth Pikiran"]


He shook his head as the man offered him the bottle, Instead he'd raise his own hand just in time to catch a bottle that had come flying over from the bar. And as he responded to the darksider he pulled a smile black vile from his pocket and poured the glitterstim within it into his new bottle and gave it a soft shake...... "The pleasure of ending a life just because you can is a temptation only a few can deny" With that said he lifted the bottle to his lips and took a mighty chug before slamming it back down onto the table and spouting.... "Where are my manners..... Would you care for some spice Darksider?" His hand raising to the man and opening to reveal a spice vial resting in his palm.

 

[Matreya]

Damien shook his head, "No. Got something better." Pulling out a small vial of his own, he unscrewed the cap and drew forth the spoon attached to it. It was so tiny, it was unimaginable that one could get a high from anything inside. Scooping a dot of the semi liquid, he popped it in his mouth to chase with a drink of the bourbon.

"Rokna Blue combined with glitterstim. Intense."

[member="Ryker Tal'verda"]

 

[Ryker Wylde]

[member="Darth Pikiran"]

His curiosity picqued as he watched the man and drank from his narcotic laced bottle, His smile brightening as he pondered as to the effects of the contents of the vial. "What's that you have there Darksider?" He asked flat out as he set his own bottle down and poured a smile pile of glitterstim onto his knuckles and quickly snorted it off.