First Reply Night Walks and Kendos

[Xeno]

Night Walks and Kendos
Coruscant, 1313
Tags: Open (DM for later entry permission)

Luxar | Klocto | Sword​

"Fuck."

Xeno teetered his way through a dark alleyway in the underbelly of Coruscant. Black eye, broken arm, and his Kendo blade loosely clutched in his good arm. He was used to being battered and bruised. Even before music had been his path to the light he had made an attempt to hunt down Sith artifacts to keep them from sinister hands. As a former Sith Assassin, the half-Nagai understood their danger well.

That world drew him back in. It was an itch he couldn't help but scratch. How could he sleep at night when dangers lurked free in the galaxy? He had sins on his back that he needed to repent for. Xeno couldn't do that simply by sitting around.

Unfortunately it seemed that he had gotten a little rusty. A chance encounter with a Sith Acolyte hunting the same artifact had properly messed the former assassin up, most notably a grizzly stab wound in his leg. Xeno only wore a plain white tee and some jeans these days, little in the way of effective body armor. Needless to say the Sith's force-imbued dagger had no issues finding the blood it craved. The half-Nagai ultimately won, of course. He was stubborn and efficient if anything, with ten years of experience under his belt. This was a wake up call though. He needed better awareness.

The man slowed, then slumped down against the wall. He was beat. Worse yet was that he was low on energy, far too much to safely phase if any danger came along. Xeno drew the item he had claimed after laying his kendo against the wall, a pulsating Sith holocron. For a moment, the dark whisperings of the artifact wormed their way into the man's ear. They told him dark desires, his wildest dreams. In an instant these whispers were shattered. Xeno had mustered his strength and crushed the device with his bare hand.

"Shut up," Xeno hissed. "I've heard that before."

He sighed, leaning his head back.

Maybe he'd just sit here for a moment longer.

 

[Vitiion Daivik]

Vitiion was wandering through Courscant, frowning at the bright lights. She still wasn't used to the planet compared to Atoa. The planet was far seedier and dirty than anything she had ever had to deal with but there was a part of her that liked it. She wasn't exactly squeaky clean herself. This was her first time actually being able to take in the planet, having spent most of her time here training for when she eventually had to go on a mission.

Something felt wrong about the streets tonight however. There was a small prickling at the back of her neck that she was making sure that the Atoan kept her eyes out. There was something that was trying to call her attention but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. This was a similar feeling to when she was wandering around and had lost something. Except this felt darker than normal, as she prepared to follow the path her instincts were telling her to go.

That's when she saw it. Blood on the ground. Whilst blood was a common sight on the lower level of Courscant, this was fresh. It didn't involve Vee, so she didn't really need to get involved, she still wanted to figure out what was going on. She crouched for a moment to get a closer look at the blood stains, before getting straight up to her feet and rushing off in the direction it seemed to be going in. What was she doing? She had no weapons on her body, and was just in her casual outfit. There was no point in wearing her GA armour on the lower levels but it would probably helped her relax as she potentially ran off into danger.

During the run, Vee suddenly felt that strange dark pull vanishing into nothingness. The prickling at the back of her neck fading away as it almost felt like a weight was taken off her shoulders. Either way, that was quickly shoved into the back of her mind as she was more concerned about where the source of the blood was coming from and rushed around a corner to spot someone slumped against the wall. Should she run over to him? Her eyes darted over towards the Kendo laying against the wall and decided it was best to make the person aware she was here first.

"Hey. You alive over there? You seem to be...leaking a bit." Vee jabbed her index finger down towards the blood she had been following it, taking a few careful steps forward now, holding her hands up in the air to show she was unarmed. "I can try to help. I'm not medically trained, but I can try to help take you to a doctor, or at least make sure you aren't going to bleed out. It'd kinda suck to bleed out in an alleyway here, right? Better places for that" She gave a nervous smile at that. Her bedside manner wasn't the greatest but beggars couldn't be choosers, right?

Xeno

 

[Xeno]

Coruscant, 1313
Tags: Vitiion Daivik

Luxar | Klocto | Sword​

"Hey. You alive over there? You seem to be...leaking a bit."

Xeno glanced up, a frown forming across his face. It was a woman. Girl? She seemed an adult at least, but a young one.

That was a stupid assessment. He wasn't exactly an old geezer, let alone that far off from his teenage years. It didn't help that he didn't know his own age.

Regardless, the woman seemed a capable individual. She was... force sensitive? That checked out. Those with the force seemed naturally drawn to each other, Xeno found. It sure made his antisocial tendencies difficult to keep up. A sigh escaped from his diaphragm.

"I'm alive," he assured. "I've... survived worse."

He winced a little as he shifted. It still hurt, even if his tolerance to pain was high.

"I'll, uh, take that trip to the doctor though," Xeno added. "Better than getting an infection..."

That wasn't fun. That vile medication that Klocto had whipped up nearly killed him it was so disgusting. Xeno figured he'd much rather avoid going through that again. With a little effort the man got to his feet. He was very notably taller than her, just shy of an entire foot.

"Xeno," he said, but he very quickly frowned nervously. "Uh, that's my name. Yeah."

Wow. His social skills were atrocious. This was why Luxar and Klocto did the talking and he just did vocals. At least the woman didn't seem a highly judgmental type given her concern for strangers.

But given his past maybe she should be.

 

[Vitiion Daivik]

Vee frowned at the wince the stranger gave when he stood up. There was a part of her that was debating whether or not she should offer to help support his weight before she glanced down at her clothes. She didn't fancy getting any blood on them if she didn't have to. Especially a stranger's. Though she was still going to do a little bit to help out the stranger. She wasn't the kind of person to leave someone bleeding out on the street. If she hadn't found a place to stay, she probably would have asked for payment but there was no need for that.

"Survived worse, huh? I'd hate to see what worse looks like. Is the other guy...erh...alive?" With how Xeno looked, she couldn't help but wonder what worse would actually look like. She wasn't used to just seeing people beaten black and blue. Of course she had seen worse injuries at the infirmary but she wasn't a medic so didn't know how to deal with any of that. There was a part of her that wondered if she should check on the other guy before dismissing that thought. Xeno was the one she came across, so he was the lucky one that was going to get help.

An eyebrow raised at Xeno's introduction. No last name? Eh. Not everyone had last names. "Vitiion Daivik. Just call me Vee. My name is too much of a mouthful otherwise." She waved her hand dismissively at that, before glancing down at the Kendo, jabbing her index finger at it. "You mind if I carry that, whilst you focus on walking? I don't want you to pass out on me."

The situation was curious. Finding someone bleeding, after being guided by some strange sensation but she knew better than to ask questions of mysterious strangers on the street. That was how you get stabbed, and Vee didn't fancy getting stabbed right now. She did feel ever so slightly uncomfortable with turning her back to Xeno, but she was trying to reassure herself that there was no need to be worried of Xeno. "I presume you'll be alright with an official doctor? They might have some questions for you." Vee prepared to start walking, turning her head back over towards Xeno as she stepped of. "...If you need to lean on me, go ahead. Just try not to get blood on me."

Xeno

 

[Xeno]

Coruscant, 1313
Tags: Vitiion Daivik

Luxar | Klocto | Sword​

"The other guy is very much not," Xeno sighed, almost remorseful. Like he was grieving a passed friend. "I incapacitated them, but they... had a poison vile. I wasn't able to convince them not to use it..."

It was like failing himself. Sith weren't in a natural state of being. He knew this. They could be helped, even if they didn't see it themselves.

"You mind if I carry that, whilst you focus on walking? I don't want you to pass out on me."

"That's fine," he shrugged. "I don't mind."

She offered further to lean on her, but did specify that she'd like to stay free of blood. That raised a laugh out of him. It was a bit of a funny duality. He was reluctant to do so, given his height on her, but he did relent eventually.

"I won't bleed on you," Xeno assured. "I... shouldn't have an issue explaining myself to a doctor. Fighting Sith isn't a crime..."

He wouldn't put his full weight on the stranger, but he'd at least stabilize himself on her shoulder. Xeno was really out of it, more than he had realized. The blood loss was really starting to have an effect. He began to shuffle alongside Vee, making sure to keep his wound pointed away from her in case any blood decided to splatter.

"So... what's your deal?" he asked. "You help wounded strangers in dark alleys often?"

It was admittedly rather odd.

 

[Vitiion Daivik]

Hm? Xeno seemed remorseful. Vee had no clue why that might be. In her eyes, if someone attacked you, you shouldn't try to save them. Shoot them, stab them, break them. That was how you should deal with someone who wants to try and hurt you. Of course she knew absolutely nothing about Xeno's past, but it was why Vee joined the GA.

Though once again, her eyebrow raised as Xeno laughed. Was it the comment about the blood? Perhaps. She wasn't trying to be humorous but if she was able to give him some kind of relief, then she was happy at the end of the day. She made sure to stay firm with her walking, to make sure that Xeno had someone to lean on. The idea of them both falling down to the ground didn't seem enticing strangely enough, who would have guessed that?

Fighting Sith wasn't illegal? Well, Vee had no clue about that at the end of the day. She didn't really pick fights with anyone on Coruscant, or if she did it was something she did in a training simulator instead. "Well, I don't know anything about fighting Sith. The whole Force thing seems a bit too crazy to me." Vee glanced down at the Kendo sword in her hand, taking a good look at it. Swords weren't something she ever liked to use. There were a bit too personal for her liking if she was being totally honest. It was more appealing to her to watch someone from a distance before you try to get rid of them.

Though she was brought out of that thought when Xeno asked what her deal was. "My instincts lead me to you. Or well, lead me to the blood trail that lead me to you." Vee had to fight the urge to shrug her shoulder as she turned her attention up towards Xeno whilst she spoke. "And I'm not cruel enough to leave someone bleeding out on the street. It's just...natural to help someone, I suppose. What's your deal? You normally fight Sith? You don't seem like one of those Jedi."

Xeno

 

[Xeno]

Coruscant, 1313
Tags: Vitiion Daivik

Luxar | Klocto | Sword​

"Well, I don't know anything about fighting Sith. The whole Force thing seems a bit too crazy to me."

That was... interesting. She was unaware. The way that she talked about using her instincts to find him really got across the idea that the woman had no idea she was using the force. Should he tell her? Maybe... but maybe later. He didn't have the capacity to explain that right now.

"I'm... glad that you think helping is natural," Xeno noted, seemingly in praise. Not very good praise, but an attempt. "Organics can be cruel things... The galaxy needs people like you."

And less people like him. The question of his own actions came up, to which he gave a somber smile. Her assessment was apt. He wasn't Jedi, not even close.

"You're... not wrong," he nodded. "I didn't have the fortune of being born into the light... The Sith are an old enemy of mine. They took my home... Guess you could say I'm looking for a bit of revenge... or redemption. Pick your poison." Xeno winced as they continued to shuffle, gritting his teeth. "Their artifacts are everywhere... left unattended they corrupt the minds of the light-hearted, twisting their desires against them... I've been hunting them down and destroying them..."

If there was any time to subtly introduce to the woman that she was force sensitive it was now. The half-Nagai gave Vee a more serious look, a frown spreading across his face.

"Did you feel anything?" the man asked. "A darkness in the back of your mind?"

 

[Vitiion Daivik]

Apparently Xeno was glad that she thought it was natural to help people. It was perhaps a shame then, that she didn't really care about making strangers glad. "Organics can be cruel. Synthetics can be cruel. Everything can be cruel. But those who fight alone, die alone." That was Vee's main fear. Main reason she didn't want to be alone. The idea of just dying in some place, in the dark without anyone around here terrified the hell out of the Atoan. It was another reason she joined the GA. She didn't want to be alone in the Galaxy after having been exiled...Though she tried not to think about that, shaking her head to focus on Xeno.

"If I had the choice, I'd pick neither poison. Vengeance, Redemption, either one would be the death of me. You may have lost your home, but it's never too late to make a new one. I've had to do the same." It was one of the reasons why she didn't want to head back to Atoa and try to earn their respect again. She was just doing her own thing, letting herself just flow through life without nary a care. Though she broke out into a frown as Xeno said he had been hunting down the Sith Artifacts, when he had also said they were everywhere and he just shook her head again. "Like I said, I don't know much about the Sith or the Jedi or the Force shenanigans but...You're going to get yourself killed if you carry on doing that. And I get you wanting to help protect people but...sometimes you need to treasure yourself. Your life is precious, and you only get one." She kept the frown on her face, staring off into the streets. "You'd be better help alive, than dying in an alleyway."

Though then Xeno asked another question that caught Vee off guard as she looked up towards the injured man and tilted her head to the side. A darkness in the back of her mind? How did he know? That was creeping her out if she was being honest, and once again the hair on the back of her neck was starting to stand on edge again but it wasn't the same sensation as when she had been following the blood.

"Urh...Yeah. I was curious about it. I've never felt something like that and I wanted to see what it was. But then I saw your blood, and I cared more about finding whoever was bleeding. Now I've found someone who will owe me a favour." She broke out into a smirk at the last part, mostly teasing Xeno about it. She wasn't going to actually end up asking for a favour. She was doing this out of the kindness of her own heart...and mostly because it helped to remove her boredom.

Xeno

 

[Xeno]

Coruscant, Jedi Temple
Tags: Vitiion Daivik

Luxar | Klocto | Sword​

"Maybe," Xeno shrugged. "I've... considered such a thing. I... don't see myself not fighting any time soon, but I've been putting my life back together. Slowly but surely."

He had his band. That was a start. Strangely enough he was developing a level of respect for this woman. She was blunt and matter of fact, but clearly knowledgeable. She had convictions and a noble heart. That could carry an individual far if the Jedi

"Favor, huh?" the man grinned. "I... do happen to know a pretty popular band. Good friends of mine. I could get you into a show for free."

A bit modest on his end. He was the one who lead the band. It was his voice that was projected in concerts and recorded on their albums. It was a team effort though. Ultimately Xeno was of the mindset that he was the least important cog in the machine of Sithspit. Considering the present conversation and her blunt nature, maybe he should be a little blunt himself.

"Well, what you felt was an artifact, a Sith holocron," Xeno explained. "Can't exactly say what was in it cause I didn't open it. I can guess what it contained. War beasts or alchemy are common, basically anything to spread chaos and destruction. You stopped feeling it cause I destroyed it..."

His eyes remained fixed on the road ahead, his face serious once more.

"You felt it cause it felt you," he noted. "It was calling out to force sensitives to twist to it's dark designs. So, uh, your instincts might be more than just instincts."

That sucked. He was really bad at this talking thing.

 

[Vitiion Daivik]

"Focus on your life. You can't help others unless you help yourself first. I'm speaking from experience. Sometimes it's harder not to fight, but that sometimes might be for the best." Vee would have prodded Xeno in the chest with her finger if she had a free hand but she was just focused on keeping a hold of the kendo. Shaking her head slightly to try and focus, though she listened to Xeno's offer of a free concert and she shook her head at that as well, breaking out into a small chuckle.

"No. No, it's fine. If it's a concert for one of your friends, I'd happily pay. I don't use my credits for much else" She was not a fan of freeloading, which even if Xeno denied it, she'd still it as being a freeloader if she went to see the concert for free. Whilst music was something that never appealed to her personally, she knew it was pretty hard work and wanted to be able to support that in any way she could. Skills were something that should be valued, which is why she liked shooting. It was one of the few skills she had that was her's. "I don't mind showing up though. Crowds aren't usually my thing. I'm a whole lone sniper wolf kind of person."

Wait. She was able to feel a Sith holocron? Well, she had no clue what one of those was, but it didn't sound good. She would be lying to herself if she said that the idea of War Beasts didn't sound awesome! Riding something into battle whilst firing away. Though she shook her head at that thought. It probably wasn't as enjoyable as she thought it would be. Sith weren't exactly meant to be a party or anything. To be fair, she didn't think the Jedi were a party either. With their fancy laser swords, swooshing through the air.

Though then Xeno said that Vee was force sensitive and the girl's face just dropped. Her instincts were...because she was force sensitive. Does that mean her skills weren't actually her's? She hadn't worked for it, and it was just granted to her because of stupid space cosmicness. All of a sudden, the Atoan just let out a massive groan, running her hand down her face "For Fark Sake! I don't want to be a fancy smancy force person. I want to achieve things myself." With how Vee saw the Force, she thought of it was something that just...granted powers, instead of being something you had to work with.

Xeno

 

[Xeno]

Coruscant, 1313
Tags: Vitiion Daivik

Luxar | Klocto | Sword​

"For Fark Sake! I don't want to be a fancy smancy force person. I want to achieve things myself."

"So don't use it," Xeno shrugged, "It doesn't really do much unless you train to use it anyways. Who am I to judge."

Xeno wasn't gonna make a big deal over it. She could do whatever she wanted. That was her prerogative. It wasn't for him to judge. He frowned, tilting his head. She was... upset. Yeah, that seemed to be the case. Should he say something to make her feel better?

"Uh, sorry, I guess," he apologized. "I wouldn't be too worried. It's barely noticeable when you haven't trained to use it. Probably."

Yeah, that didn't really seem all that reassuring at all. He'd... work on that. Maybe it was for the best to change the subject.

"Well, you don't want the free tickets," the half-Nagai remarked with a frown, "What favor do you want. Does an IOU work?"

 

[Vitiion Daivik]

"Yes, but now I'm gonna be a target for those freaks...No offense." She glanced over towards Xeno slightly, giving him a nervous smile. Considering he knew about all of this Force stuff, she thought he might think she was insulting him. And that was not her intention whatsoever as she just gave a nervous chuckle in response, rubbing the back of her neck to try and change the subject.



"You don't need to be sorry, for some cosmic fuck up." Instead in Vee's eyes, it was the universe to blame. The universe was the one that gave her Force Sensitivity, or at least that was how she was choosing to see this. Choosing to blame some abstract thing instead of a physical concept so that it couldn't defend itself. "Now I know why I was better at weapon training back home...I'm not as special as I thought I was." That did give Vee an actual smile as she let out a sigh. It was conflicting, considering how much she valued herself for her skills...but then learning that she wasn't even special about that. It was because of some entity she couldn't understand.



She was able to notice the change in subject and was at least grateful for it. It was going to give her something to distract herself with, as she glanced up towards Xeno, giving him a little cheeky smile. It was amusing to her how much he was actually trying to give her a favour as the Atoan shook his head at him carefully.



"It's okay. I don't actually need a favour. I was just teasing you. If you want to give me an IOU, you can. If you want to go above and beyond, get me a fancy blaster. Though what I would like the most is for you to just relax. If you're gonna keep hunting for these holocron artifact nonsense, then don't go alone." Vee sighed to herself at that, focusing onward to get Xeno towards a Doctor's. "Otherwise there's a chance you'll die in a dark alleyway, all alone and the people who care for you won't know what happened."

Xeno

 

[Xeno]

Coruscant, 1313
Tags: Vitiion Daivik

Luxar | Klocto | Sword​

"No offense taken," Xeno shrugged.

He didn't mind. The Sith had taken his normal life. If it wasn't for being force sensitive he would have... Well, he would've just been a slave. Maybe he could died and been free of all of his stress. Regardless it was her place to come to terms with all of that, not his. She would eventually.

"It's okay. I don't actually need a favour. I was just teasing you. If you want to give me an IOU, you can. If you want to go above and beyond, get me a fancy blaster. Though what I would like the most is for you to just relax. If you're gonna keep hunting for these holocron artifact nonsense, then don't go alone."

"I can do that," the half-Nagai agreed. "Fancy blaster sounds easy enough. I... don't plan to continue hunting artifacts. Not alone, at least. This life... I promised some good folks I'd leave it behind. I guess... relapsed for a moment."

A grin came to his face. She wanted to make sure he didn't die on his own, right?

"Well, if I you're that adamant I don't go alone again perhaps I'll bother you next time," he joked. "Never worked with a sharp shooter before. Might be fun."

The truth was he really needed more friends. Klocto and Luxar had been pushing for him to make more connections. Maybe this was the chance he needed to actually have some kind of meaningful relationship outside his sphere of familiarity. It was worth a shot. They had all promised to push themselves after all. While his bandmates pushed themselves he kept hiding away in his anxieties and social paranoia.

"Us cosmic fuck-ups gotta stick together, right?"

 

[Vitiion Daivik]

"Alright. Good. Sometimes I can be pretty blunt. I don't care about that, but some people do."

She shrugged her shoulder in response to him agreeing about the Blaster. It was more of a suggestion than an actual request but there was a part of her that was already getting excited at the idea of a new blaster. Something for her to fiddle with and toy around with to try and make sure it worked at the best performance. Wait. No. She was getting lost in her thoughts. That always happened when she thought about blasters damn it.

A small smile did come to her though once Xeno said that he didn't plan on continuing to hunt Artifacts. To her, it was just a waste of his time, even if she didn't quite understand how the artifacts worked. If someone fell for bad vibes and caused them to act out, well it was their own fault. It wasn't something he should risk his life to stop.

"You can try to bother me. I'm sure the higher ups would love to send me after some Sith doodads. Probably give me a fancy smancy Jedi Escort." Vee rolled her eyes at that. She probably wouldn't actually get a Jedi Escort about it, but she didn't really have a high opinion of them. She didn't hate them, no far from it but she just saw them as...well...they had an unfair advantage over the rest of the Galaxy. Well, now she had that unfair advantage and there was a part of her that was wondering if she should try and train it...No. That would just paint more of a target on her back.

Either way, she raised an eyebrow at the comment about cosmic fuckups, and let out an actual laugh. Not a chuckle, or a giggle, an actual laugh. If you asked her what she had found funny about it, she wouldn't have been able to tell you. All she would have been able to tell you was that she actually enjoyed Xeno's company, even if he was a bit awkward in conversations. She had never been too great herself at them, but that was something she embraced. She embraced her bluntness, and if someone didn't like it, well that was their loss because she wouldn't care what they had to say to her.

Xeno

 

[Xeno]

Coruscant, 1313
Tags: Vitiion Daivik

Luxar | Klocto | Sword​

"You can try to bother me. I'm sure the higher ups would love to send me after some Sith doodads. Probably give me a fancy smancy Jedi Escort."

"Jedi escort?" he remarked. "Sounds like a coin toss."

You'd either get the nicest individual in the galaxy or a fanatic. They always came in extremes.

Then she... laughed. Like, full on laughing at his comment about cosmic fuck-ups. It was... not negative. In fact it seemed to be a rather positive reception to his poor attempt at connecting with another individual. And he was... smiling? Yeah, he was smiling. Maybe he wasn't a lost cause. There was still something in him that could bring out good things in other people. His music had shown this, but it was nice to have a reaffirmation of such a thing every now and then.

For when he lost his way.

"Well... I'm not hearing any protests," Xeno noted with a grin. "I'll take the win, that might be the goofiest thing I've ever said." He paused for a moment. "Yeah, I think the blood loss has definately had an effect on me."

He frowned, tilting his head a little.

"So... uh... about that show I offered to get you into," he continued. "What if... we met up there. Y'know, maybe I could introduce you to my friends. The ones hosting the show, I mean."

Yeah, this was stupid. He sighed, hanging his head. Xeno couldn't really blame the loss of blood on that one.

"I could've asked that better," the half-Nagai observed. He was embarrassed, notably. A new emotion he hadn't really experienced yet. "I can't say that my speaking gets any better than this. Conversation... isn't my strong suit."

 

[Vitiion Daivik]

"I guess. I've never actually met a Jedi. Just went off what I've heard about them."

She hadn't laughed like she just had in a while. It was a nice reminder to Vitiion that she could feel humour again. Vee had for lack of a better term cut herself off from most of her feelings to just focus on doing what she liked. There were still a slew of emotions she'd have to wade through before she could call herself properly happy, but right now she felt happy enough to smile. There wasn't anything that was upsetting her in this moment...Well, minus the guy bleeding out next to her but that was only a small problem, which could be fixed pretty easily. The Doctor she was taking him towards wasn't too far away now so there was no need to worry about that.

"Yeah. You aren't hearing any protests. I don't have any. If sticking together as cosmic-fuckups stops you from getting yourself killed, then I'll agree to it." Her eyebrow raised when Xeno said it was because of his blood loss, as it actually caused Vitiion's nerves to build slightly. He wasn't going to bleed out before she could get him to the doctor right? She just picked up the pace that she was walking at, trying to make sure they got there in time.

"Hm? Meeting your friends sounds fine with me. I'm absolutely amazing with strangers." She smirked at that, rolling her eyes a little bit. The Atoan was mostly being sarcastic about that. Like she had said previously, she was pretty blunt and most people didn't like that at the end of the day. She was pretty happy with that though, since it meant less people bothered her. The only reason she was actually alright with Xeno is because he didn't seem to be a bother in her eyes. He was good company.

Though the fact that Xeno seemed embarrassed about the question caught her by surprise as Vitiion let out another small chuckle. "Don't worry about it. I don't expect you to be as riveting a conversationalist as something like a senator. Just be yourself, alright? Do your best and that's all anyone can ask of you with your speaking."

Xeno

 

[Xeno]

Coruscant, 1313
Tags: Vitiion Daivik

Luxar | Klocto | Sword​

"I'm not gonna bleed out," Xeno assured with a laugh. "This isn't my first time being stabbed."

He was a former assassin after all. Nothing was ever clean, even in the world of backstabbing and espionage. He had hated being forced to do that work, but it had helped him get stronger. Even if his combat skills were slipping a little his tolerance was as noteworthy as ever.

Xeno felt a swirl of emotions when Vee told him to just be himself. That was... new. Unique. He hadn't heard anything quite like that before. It seemed so simple, yet there was a profoundness to it all. Had he really been himself this entire time, or was he just a prisoner to his own guilt going through the motions. He wanted to be himself, and the more he lingered on it he thought about how he'd rather not be himself alone. Klocto and Luxar had taught him this. If this other person was tolerating him this long than maybe they didn't want to be themselves alone either.

"Yeah..." Xeno nodded. "I... I can do that. Beggars can't be choosers, but all things considered I'd say that was my best encounter with a stranger in an alleyway. Uh, ignoring the gaping stab wound of course."

By the time they had gotten to the end of the alley Xeno's eyes fixed on a building on the corner across the street. It was a local ER, sporting a half functional neon sign indicating they were open. The man couldn't help but break out into a laugh.

"Man," he chuckled. "I guess I was just walking the complete wrong direction."

 

[Vitiion Daivik]

"Oh? I don't know a lot about getting stabbed. Kinda...fell asleep during that training. Probably would have been helpful..." Vee gave a nervous giggle, shaking her head at the thought. First Aid just never seemed like something she'd want to try and use. She was more skilled at taking lives than saving them

She had no clue how Xeno was taking her comment about being himself. To be fair, she was in her own thoughts right now about her new Force Sensitivity. Should she embrace that aspect of herself or try to shove it away where she'd never have to think about it again? Get training to protect herself or spend the rest of her life with a target on her back? She wasn't sure if she was being honest. The idea of eventually being hunted because she was Force Sensitive...No. No. She didn't have to think about that. What were the odds that she'd actually get captured by a Sith. She was a nobody, so the Sith wouldn't have any interest in her, or at least that's what she believed.

"I'd say this is my...second best alleyway meeting with a stranger. The best I got cake in." Vitiion broke out into another cheeky smile at that, mostly joking with Xeno. Though if she did have an alleyway encounter that gave her cake, that would most definitely be her favourite encounter no matter what. Cake made everyone happy.

Though she broke out into a small chuckle at Xeno's response to seeing the ER. "Yeah. We can chalk it up to you just having too much blood loss to think straight. You'll be right as rain in no time...Unless you don't like rain. Then you'll be right as sunshine." God. Why was she still talking? She was digging herself a hole by carrying on with her nonsense and talking. She just shook her head to herself and helped carry Xeno closer towards the ER. "Today was...definitely interesting. You've given me a lot to think about. and I don't normally like thinking."

Xeno

 

[Xeno]

Coruscant, 1313
Tags: Vitiion Daivik

Luxar | Klocto | Sword​

Cake? Oh, that was a joke. Xeno cracked a grin, an exhale escaping from his chest. She kept talking, and kept running on with her analogies. It was comforting at least to not be the only one present who was bad at talking.

"Today was...definitely interesting. You've given me a lot to think about. and I don't normally like thinking."

"...Likewise," Xeno agreed. "In a good way, anyways. I... probably should be thinking more. I appreciate it."

Xeno mustered his strength and stood up from her shoulder without support. He was still beat up for sure, but the man looked pretty stable in spite of his injuries. It was as he had said, of course. He had gone through worse. Still, the man gave a thankful smile to the sniper.

"Right," he continued. "Guess I better get sewn back up..." The man procured a slip from his pocket. It was a business card for Sithspit, though as per Xeno's MO the band's info had been completely scrubbed. It was just his contact. "I'll, uh, link up with you later, let you know when that gig is going down."

He could've done that a little smoother, but he had a new friend now. That was important. Klocto and Luxar would be proud of him. Or they were going to make fun of him. It was a real coin toss.

"Well... guess I'll see you around, Vee," the half-breed shrugged.