Anonymity was often a slicer's best friend - or was that code? Certainly staying out of the line of fire, or line of sight was a boon to their cause. Rare few were known in any shape or form, and were skilled in various ways of keeping themselves out of the proverbial lime light. This seemingly carefree and silver-tongue Hapan for instance was far more then meets the eye. This personality they saw, it was a means to an end, and while he thoroughly enjoyed every single bit of it, there were parts of his life, and more importantly his skill set that he didn't let on. The fact that no one would look twice at him and suspect anything but a smooth talking cut-up was entirely by design, but that didn't mean he also couldn't have fun with it. Some slicers were way too uptight in his opinion, and needed to learn to loosen up a bit. Sure most of what they did was illegal, and the chances of getting caught only increased when you started to let go, but that was half the fun.
Digits gripped the black orb, shifting it back and forth across his palm and back of his hand in an intricate and somewhat aloof version of contact juggling. Dash was a youth of many hobbies, most of which included doing something that would impress of draw attention from the ladies. Other people had their weakness, and the fairer gender was certainly ranking up there on the scale at which Dash would swoon. Don't get him wrong though, he'd be first in line to admire and drool over new and advanced tech. Cybernetic implants were fascinating things, but he'd never botch his own epidermis to riddle himself with interfaces that might give him a few seconds head start. The Hapan was o'naturale, and he preferred it that way. No amount of nip/tuck plug and play was worth it to gain that extra level of security. As it stood, attempting to get a bead on the droid SPHERE that was moving over his hands, shoulders, and arms was going to be far harder than anyone gave him credit for. Honestly he'd like to see someone try - but then they'd have to have a reason, or perhaps just an itch at good slicing sport.
"Playing the drift game - common theme among our own, not entirely the best for social agenda. Most turn hermit; dug into their preferred hidey-hole, and others just get that permanent scowl. Not the most flattering of facial expressions." A smirk touched his visage as he let the orb levitate over his palm, watching it rotate back and forth as if some unseen force were managing it's movements - and in retrospect, there was. "Security can get too much of a labor, even if it is a labor of love. We live on borrowed time, Blue, there may be a way out here and there, but life's not worth living if you're keeping it all bundled up." Why'd she get that nickname? - Well the blue hair was a dead give-away, and Dash always came up with something when he was putting that motor mouth to good (or at least friendly) use.
"Perhaps she doesn't want to be the most opulent spectacle in a place like this." DARCI's voice chimed back into the conversation, reminding Dash that not everyone in his line of work was of the social type. Some were inherently disabled against the flattery of words, and the banter he seemed to naturally come across. Truth be told, Dash's personal ability to smooth-talk was for the ladies only. When not on his preferred turf, having social interactions with people who weren't hip to his techno-vibe was quite hard for the slicer. His thoughts were fast paced and inherently gifted, making it hard to adjust with the idea of friends his own age. He didn't duck social convention or the dating scene, but an honest to goodness friendship was rare for the Hapan. He just didn't do well with what he dubbed as 'normals', unless they were attractive.
"Are you calling me Shiny, babe?"
"That wasn't the first adjective that came to mind."
"Behave yourself, we've got company."
"Pot...Kettle, nice to meet you." The sardonic tone of the SPHERE's voice echoed out in tones unmistakable as Dash rolled his eyes, shifting his focus back towards his bar stool company. DARCI was quite a handy feature in his arsenal - sometimes even better than his wit and charm. They did tend to argue and bicker, and that was the apparent design since he certainly didn't want some kind of pedantic yesman following him around. He had enough ego on his own, than to have something stroke it twenty-four/seven or however long the current planet's rotation dictated a day would be.
"This? It's a glorified commlink, but that lovely acerbic wit you hear drumming through - she's a keeper, despite her attitude. Her name's DARCI, and she's a bit more than interesting." No response from the AI on that line, because she was either blushing in all shades of virtual red, or possibly being entertained by some new holo-viral that was out and about, learning about it even before Dash did.
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