I Must Confess, I feel like a Monster (Open)

[Armand Temi]

Armand was quite relieved when the girl deftly disassembled the blaster. Although he wasn't sure what other weapons were tucked among the three of them, it was reassuring that at least one weapon was no longer in plain sight (much less pointing at someone's skull as it had been a few moments ago).

He was about to reply to the sister but paused to wave away the pink smoke blown in his direction by the brother. He sighed, worried less about his health than his dry cleaning bill in the morning. Still he was fascinated by the medical miracle that had just occurred before him.

" I apologize for intruding," he said realizing that he kind of did barge into the conversation and while that may be punishable by a powershiv to the ribs in a bar like this, luckily it wasn't tonight. "But I just have to know what your facial implant is. Are they made from Abyssin cells or Swope Swope? Probably Abyssin since they have quicker regen on even a sensitive area like the forehead," Armand rambled on. He nodded at his own theory and said, "I bet it hurts but the lack of fluid loss is distinctly Abyssin."

He reached into his pocket and then realized with all three of them still staring at him, they may have thought he was going for a blaster. He put his hands up quickly as if he were under arrest.
"I'm just going to get something, okay? It's not a weapon!" This was shouted much louder than he intended but he was still drunk after all. He went back into his pocket and pulled out a small tin of ointment for the wound. Being the medic he was, Armand was tempted to go right ahead and treat the man's wound with his own hands but he decided to be cautious and he set the ointment on the table.

"In case you want it to heal faster," he said, gesturing to the man who had just gotten shot in the face. He took a moment to look at the twins again. They were identical yes, but with enough differences that they weren't bioengineered. The girl out of all three of them seemed the most level-headed but perhaps it was how she pacified the situation and had brought the tense moment down a notch. He turned to the sister. "And since you asked, my name is Armand Temi."

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[Sayl Bane]

Simply returning the look from her brother with one of her own and the twitch of a half-smile, Sayl was able to sense Sage's irritance without aid of the Force, though it was more than evident on that plane as well. His annoyance served to do nothing more than amuse her in the long run, and she merely brushed it off. More than likely he would have a complaint or two later, but surprisingly enough he was remaining silent around the others. That was a first, and probably the last time it would happen, if she knew him at all. Never did he remain quiet for long, then again, neither did she. "C'mon, get over it. You're smart enough to put it back together last I checked, and it's your fault that this became violent in the first place."

The brushing off of the situation by the Thirteenth was appreciated by her, and she didn't comment further on the subject, wanting nothing more than it to be dropped at first opportunity. While usually one to encourage chaos at any other time, there were boundaries she had, excessive or unwarranted violence being one of them. It was one scenario that she wasn't okay with, and one of very few.

When the new arrival announced his name she studied him once more, his constant glancing in the direction of both her and her brother not going unnoticed, and she smiled with a raised eyebrow. "Sayl, and my brother's name is Sage. If you couldn't tell by what just happened, we're Cryax Bane's half-siblings. Apparently he's been getting around the galaxy in all the wrong places. But you're not here for that, by the look of things." A pause, in which she looked him up and down once more. "Medical doctor, is it? Not much of your type decide to hang around places like this, and usually for good reason. What brings you 'round here, then?"

Having taken note of her brother ordering a drink she did the same, asking for a Corellian rum for herself and sliding a few chips across the counter, courtesy of the man she'd lifted them from earlier. That was one thing she'd always liked about pickpocketing: with the money taken, getting what she wanted was never a problem, and rarely was the handiwork traced back to her. Like most things in her life it was less than legal, but no good story ever began with obeying the law.

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[Armand Temi]

"Good to meet you, Sayl," Armand said. He thought about shaking her hand but the casual way the twins held themselves didn't lend itself to a formal greeting.

"I'm not here on business but on a pleasure trip and my friend has gone missing. Don't worry - nothing suspicious. I think he's just back at our hotel." Armand looked again at the man who had gotten shot in the face, still trying to detect a regenerative facial implant. Then he looked back at the twins.

"I don't know who Cryax Bane is I'm afraid," Armand said shrugging. And even though, tonight was kind of a thrilling experience with the blaster shot and the talk of bounty hunting, the girl was right. Aside from the Navy bar on the Battle Dragon in his Hapan fleet where an occasional brawl would break out, he was not at all familiar with seedy bars and places where wanted criminals were hanging about.

Still, this night was turning out to be more exciting than he imagined. He was so tired of seeing the same ever-youthful faces at his bio-implant practice. It was refreshing to spend time among more distinctive humans and humanoids than the usual crowd on Hapes.

But here he was forgetting his manners. He turned specifically to Sayl, smirked and asked, "What do you and your brother do when you're not keeping out of trouble?"

[member="Sayl Bane"] [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Gavin XIII"]