Jarven Zexxel
Code Name: Graz
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To Die At The Right Time [Open to Red Ravens, PM for invite]
- Thread starter Cryax Bane
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Armand Temi
Orphan
Leilani wasn't difficult to spot given that she was a pink-skinned Zeltron beauty. Dakita went right up to her and gave her a big bear-hug. She leaned into Leilani's ear and said, "I have no idea who this guy Lysle is but I figured this would be a good way to meet the Ravens. C'mon let's go get some drinks. Maybe we can go clubbing later," Dak added.
She took the other Zeltron's hand and led her to one of the many open bars that sat on the edge of the funeral service. "Two Tarkenian Nightflowers," she said to the bartender. "I have something to show you," Dak continued, giggling. She opened up her cavernous black handbag and Leilani would see her pet ropo, Wilhelm sitting obediently in her open bag. The while fluffy creature had eaten Dak's lipstick and the fur around its mouth and its tongue were stained with red.
"What brings you to Antecedent and the Ravens, Mesh'la?"
[member="Leilani Paaie"]
She took the other Zeltron's hand and led her to one of the many open bars that sat on the edge of the funeral service. "Two Tarkenian Nightflowers," she said to the bartender. "I have something to show you," Dak continued, giggling. She opened up her cavernous black handbag and Leilani would see her pet ropo, Wilhelm sitting obediently in her open bag. The while fluffy creature had eaten Dak's lipstick and the fur around its mouth and its tongue were stained with red.
"What brings you to Antecedent and the Ravens, Mesh'la?"
[member="Leilani Paaie"]
Leilani Paaie
Femme Fatale
[member="Dakita Calfur"]
Leilani leaned into the hug pulling her sister zeltron in tight. Mmmm she felt good, pulling back to look upon another of her species so long over due. She had not seen one since she had escaped the invasion with [member="Avalon Gray"]. If anything they could be honest with one another and admitting that she did not know the deceased well that just made them both funeral crashers.
She had barely spoken a word as Dakita lead her through the crowd of people up towards a bar she could use a drink, when she opened her bag Leilani looked in "Ohhhh how cute" She just couldn't resist loving the little ropo.
Dakita had called her beautiful, "Well cyare the opportunity to work and make credits to retire on. What are you doing here?" It had not gone unnoticed the number of handsome men, and beautiful women that filled the room. This man must have known everyone.
Leilani leaned into the hug pulling her sister zeltron in tight. Mmmm she felt good, pulling back to look upon another of her species so long over due. She had not seen one since she had escaped the invasion with [member="Avalon Gray"]. If anything they could be honest with one another and admitting that she did not know the deceased well that just made them both funeral crashers.
She had barely spoken a word as Dakita lead her through the crowd of people up towards a bar she could use a drink, when she opened her bag Leilani looked in "Ohhhh how cute" She just couldn't resist loving the little ropo.
Dakita had called her beautiful, "Well cyare the opportunity to work and make credits to retire on. What are you doing here?" It had not gone unnoticed the number of handsome men, and beautiful women that filled the room. This man must have known everyone.
The Upright Man
Section Zero - Classified
Upright stood among the masses. It was an alien feeling to be here, foreign to him in every aspect. He wondered how many people experienced what he experienced right now. The whole crowd was a whisper, but only a few even mourned. Most of them were too excited for a party, and perhaps that was the best way to remember someone who started one of the most extravagant and notorious casinos in the Outer Rim, then again, they were being disrespectful. Upright may be a killer, but he wasn't disrespectful. "Keep your lips pressed or I'll sow them so," he hoarsely whispered through gritted teeth to Dakita.
He took a step away from the main floor, and crept away. His identity was concealed by a relatively oval helmet, its pitch black faceplate was blemished by an upside down crimson triangle. A brown hood was drawn over his head, attached to a long coat that fell down to his knees. Otherwise, he was covered in armour. Not a single flesh of skin was visible. All that could be said about his species was that he was humanoid. By the time he stood outside the casino, he lit a deathstick and began to draw from the deadly concussion of chemicals. A chapter was ended, for now.
He took a step away from the main floor, and crept away. His identity was concealed by a relatively oval helmet, its pitch black faceplate was blemished by an upside down crimson triangle. A brown hood was drawn over his head, attached to a long coat that fell down to his knees. Otherwise, he was covered in armour. Not a single flesh of skin was visible. All that could be said about his species was that he was humanoid. By the time he stood outside the casino, he lit a deathstick and began to draw from the deadly concussion of chemicals. A chapter was ended, for now.
Isaac Ideus
Active Member
Isaac sat in a secluded corner watching the herd of well-wishers mingle tactfully among themselves. He recognized few of them, and even though Lysle was a charismatic character of enormous repute, he figured that the dearly departed would only recognize a handful more if he could somehow see this. In contrast to the all-black worn by most of the funeral goers, Isaac had shown up in a brown jacket over a brightly colored shirt. He was sure Lysle would've gotten a kick out of it. Isaac relived his favorite memories the pair had shared over the brief time they had known each other as he nursed one of many glasses of whiskey he planned on having.
Rising from his seat, he sauntered over to the bar to grab an extra drink and headed through the crowd. Sliding by a number of familiar and unfamiliar faces, he made his way to the one friend he had who understood what today meant. Walking up to the young crime lord, Isaac extended a drink to [member="Cryax Bane"] with a wink and a slight smirk. "What do you reckon Lysle would think of all this pomp, eh?"
Rising from his seat, he sauntered over to the bar to grab an extra drink and headed through the crowd. Sliding by a number of familiar and unfamiliar faces, he made his way to the one friend he had who understood what today meant. Walking up to the young crime lord, Isaac extended a drink to [member="Cryax Bane"] with a wink and a slight smirk. "What do you reckon Lysle would think of all this pomp, eh?"
Erud'ryz'ladre
Spock Meets Chiss
She should have been near her employer, Mr. Bane.
Key word being "should".
But Erud'ryz'ladre never liked funerals. They were events which the Chiss dreaded going to, particularly this one.
Being a new addition to the ranks of the Red Ravens (though she never considered herself a Raven), Dryzl never knew this man. Lysle. His name was as unfamiliar and meaningless to her as a speck of dust was to a giant. But to these other beings gathered around, Lysle of the Hydian Way was a leader, a hero, a being to whom the masses of Ravens looked up to.
A.K.A., all of the sentiments which the Chiss was lacking.
So, as much out of respect for the mourners as it was to stay away from the uncomfortableness, the bodyguard continued to patrol the parameters of the main floor, listening to Mr. Bane and others speak, nodding in acknowledgement to the other security details, and keeping an eye out for trouble.
Key word being "should".
But Erud'ryz'ladre never liked funerals. They were events which the Chiss dreaded going to, particularly this one.
Being a new addition to the ranks of the Red Ravens (though she never considered herself a Raven), Dryzl never knew this man. Lysle. His name was as unfamiliar and meaningless to her as a speck of dust was to a giant. But to these other beings gathered around, Lysle of the Hydian Way was a leader, a hero, a being to whom the masses of Ravens looked up to.
A.K.A., all of the sentiments which the Chiss was lacking.
So, as much out of respect for the mourners as it was to stay away from the uncomfortableness, the bodyguard continued to patrol the parameters of the main floor, listening to Mr. Bane and others speak, nodding in acknowledgement to the other security details, and keeping an eye out for trouble.
Daxton Bane
Character
[member="Tmoxin Temi"]
The Sith, grabbed in a simple dark green tunic, entered without fanfare and made his way to his usual table. Taking a seat, the server droid automatically poured him a glass of brandy, a drink fitting to the mood. Although it was within his power to use dark necromatic rituals to bring back their fallen comrade, Daxton withheld making any comment, choosing to respect the passing of his fellow Raven and making a silent promise to himself to seek out his murderer and repay them in kind by killing everyone and everything they hold dear. that would indeed be a most fitting tribute to his fellow compatriot.
The Sith, grabbed in a simple dark green tunic, entered without fanfare and made his way to his usual table. Taking a seat, the server droid automatically poured him a glass of brandy, a drink fitting to the mood. Although it was within his power to use dark necromatic rituals to bring back their fallen comrade, Daxton withheld making any comment, choosing to respect the passing of his fellow Raven and making a silent promise to himself to seek out his murderer and repay them in kind by killing everyone and everything they hold dear. that would indeed be a most fitting tribute to his fellow compatriot.