You Walk into a Church and Realize it is a Bar

[Amari Vessia]

(Open to all and just round two of ‘You Walk into a Bar and Realize It is a Church’ thread)

Since the run in with ancestor, Amari withdrew from everything. The experience had her questioning so much that her core belief in Jensaarai teachings was on the table too. She did not want the time of reflection to last long but weeks became months and almost a year passed before her. This was an easy thing for her to do because her mind kept pulling memories up for her to re-experience. The streams of memories distorted time. To combat her hyperthymesia, she picked a large city she never been to and wandered around since it was new experiences.

Donning her ewok cloak over an oversize black tee, the cloak met her baggy, large barrel pants which covered up her boots. The pants had back pockets that allowed her to slip her ax into with enough of the handle to grab. Of course her saber was close by; it was in the arm of the ewok that hung in front of her. Out of moment insanity, she had a lovely cloak from ewoks she killed. That memory and moment was driving point when the ancestor of her relived that the darkness she felt was in every member of her family since the blood line started. There was no way of removing it Amari was told. So out bursts like with the ewoks would happen again for her.

Back to happier times, Amari was away from Susevfi, drama of the galaxy, and everything that was old to her. The new city, new faces, and new… everything was setting she needed to bounce back from. The roads were pack with vendors and people who were looking at the goods or buying items. It was a rush to the young woman. With a big smile and happy tune, Amari walked slowly through the crowds. She only stopped from time to time to observe a product that caught her eye.

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Deep within the crowd was a cloaked figure. He was hidden under a dark blue robe with the hood hiding his face. Under the hood was a mask similar to Revan's mask, but blue and under the robe was mandalorian armor. He stood, using Force Cloak to hide his presence as he watched the Jensaarai. Oh, he was not for sure she was Jensaarai, but he had met enough of them in his time including [member="Veino Garn"] to know how they behaved and their signature. For a milasecond, the robed figure dropped his cloaking the force to ping the young girl. It would be like seeing someone you thought you knew out of the corner of your eye only to have them disappear again. He had to get her alone, his intentions were not clear, but something about the woman interested the cloak figure. She was Jensaarai so she was Grey in beliefs and neutrally good, but the cloak figure could feel a disturbance into this bond between her and her people and he wished to pursue and explore that.

[member="Amari Vessia"]

 

[Amari Vessia]

[member="Hakora Cinthra"]

This began to remind her of Coruscant. Although that trip started with a trip to a pub before shopping, it was feeling like a rewind. That was calling up memories for her mind to grab hold and start playing. It caused her to stop dead in her tracks. The experiences from the pub and shopping for chocolates ran with almost perfect recall of it all. Even as people bumped into her while they moved from vendor to vendor, she was lost in the streaming of memories. Well this trip failed to do what she wanted, and that was to have a moment away from her autobiographical disruptive brain.

There was a ‘ping’ that her mind did register, and took it as a threat. The one natural trait that could override everything in a person, survival had her hand behind her and holding onto the handle of her axe. Since it was easier to be forgotten as some person compare to a force user. Lightsabers are easier to remember because of the ‘low’ number of people who use them when taking in account of the whole population of the galaxy.

Amari’s eyes darted around to see if someone, but her height placed her at a disadvantage. Another idea was used to see who had eyes on her. Moving slowly through the crowds, she kept the pace and went into an alley. An act to appear that she using a quick route to the next street of shops; however, it was her way of drawing the one that used the force on marking her place in the crowd out for her to call out.

 

[Darth Vaildra]

The robed figure was known as Hakora Cinthra, but his roll or what he was now was uncertain by some of his closest friends. He did follow her, but not physically, he followed her signature. Once she was out of sight, he began to move, but he did not join her in the alleyway, instead he used the force to leap onto the building. He walked softly on the roof until he stood looking down into the alleyway. He dropped his cloaking as he was no longer in a crowd so he was more easily detectable anyways. Once she saw him he would disappear from view and move across the roof in a way of inviting her to him. She was right that using a lightsaber would attract people, but most people were not oblivious to any form of fighting, but if fighting happened, Hakira the Echani was unarmed which might not be a good thing. He walked the roof feeling and listening to the crunch of the gravel beneath his boots and taking in his surroundings. His force sensing still needed work so he still practiced it striving to master his senses. His intentions with the girl did not seem clear, but one thing was clear; rarely did killers make their presence known to their prey unless they were attacking.
[member="Amari Vessia"]

 

[Amari Vessia]

[member="Hakora Cinthra"]

Lowering the hood of the cloak by the ears still on the head of the ewok, Amari looked back from where she came from. Not seeing a person following was a little relief; however, the presence of someone in the force being near still hung over her. This ticked off a little bit to be taunted in a sense. There was enough junk going on in the galaxy and some hotshot wanted play around with not coming directly to her. Taking her right hand from the handle of the axe, she had it meet the left to remove her saber from the arm of the cloak. The saber was latched to the back section of her belt.

Then Amari went for her axe. Grabbing a firm hold on the handle, it was brought out. She looked up at the buildings on each side of her. They were studied while the force swelled in her legs. Leaping from one side to the other of the buildings, she moved to the roof. As the boots and bottom lining of the jeans touched the roof, her right arm was pulled back to ready a throw of her axe.

Instead of attacking right away, she had questions and they were shouted towards the person in the mask. “Who sent you?… the Sith?... Protectorate?... or the crazy old witch? And did they want you to taunt me like this?”

 

[Jason Arkada]

[member="Amari Vessia"] [member="Hakora Cinthra"]

All day, a headache had towered over Jason. It was actually getting better but when he headed towards the city, he got caught in a crowd. Loud noises, people yacking and much more annoying things. Visions often came more even though not even the Jedi believed it was possible. Being a psychic is atough job. Sometimes, you see random people but know some things up and sometimes you just gotta evade.

He had been pushing through the cloud even though his headache was getting worse but he suddenly felt something within the force. Not a disturbance, a presence, or maybe several. The force signature seemed strong either way so he followed it knowing only trouble was ahead. Jason wasn't the kind of person to join a fight or create one, but he knew stuff happens. As he came closer to the force signatures, he came to an alley. He saw a figure but sensed more than just a figure. He kept hidden behind the wall to analyze the situation. Nothing good could come to this. She even said something but finished her sentence just when Jason arrived.

 

[Darth Vaildra]

The hooded figure smirked, but the mask made this hidden. He looked down at his attire with the suggestion that he might work for the sith or OP, neither of which were the colours he wore. He felt another presence below in the alley, but he was not here for that presence. He looked at the woman, but never answered the questions, instead he merely looked her up and down. He wanted another Jensaarai on his team. Well it was more than a team, but that would all be discussed later if he liked what he saw. Currently she stood with a lightsaber and an axe wearing what appeared to be the fur from many Ewoks. This was odd attire for a Jensaarai which suggested to Hakora that sheether was no longer a Jensaarai, or she had a wild, dark streak both of which were good for Hakora. He studied how she held her weapon, her saber style was not detectable, but clearly if the situation called for it she held her axe in a way that she was prepared to throw it. This told Hakora she had control and she would not throw a weapon away if she thought she could miss. Hakora clicked a button on his wrist which enabled a suttle voice changer that would make his voice sound deep and dark like a Sith. "Catch me, and all your questions will be answered and more." With that, Hakora turned and ran a few feet off the roof, jumping to the next roof and continuing his run from her to test her agility and ability to catch a foe. His lack of answers and mysterious nature would probably make her unsure if he was friend or foe and spark curiosity enough to play his little game.




[member="Amari Vessia"]
[member="Jason Arkada"]

Their on a roof, not in an alleyway

 

[Amari Vessia]

[member="Hakora Cinthra"] and [member="Jason Arkada"]

Amari was at a loss for words at Hakora’s remarks. Her leap that the masked man was hunting her was destroyed. Wide eye as she watched the man run off and jump to the next roof. If her life was endanger from him, then it was seriously the first time she had a foe play ‘catch me if you can’ game. So the same leap to assassin now leapt to non-threat. Yet, her gasp to the handle of the axe and arm being expanded did not ease up. Turning and jumping back down to the alley she had gone through.

The landing was tricky; there were a few extra steps that had to be made. She did have the force ensure the impact was reduced to almost nothing, or else her bones would be millions of pieces in meat tubes that were once called legs. That would mean a round of applause for the force and ability not making a bone when leaping down was needed. However, Amari did not stick the landing and if there were judges then the scores would be low. It was a good thing just a single man was there.

Giving a smirk as her axe was placed in the large back pocket of her oversize jeans, and then Amari went for her hood. Once her cute ewok ears were up, she gave the other man smile and a few words. “Some man in a mask wants to be caught… That ain’t my bag but if you want, you can go after him on the rooftops.”

After the words had left her lips, Amari was moving around the second man to walk back into the crowd of shoppers.

 

[Jason Arkada]

[member="Amari Vessia"] [member="Hakora Cinthra"]

Jason wasn't wearing anything to conceal himself but he still wore some armor. The woman spoke up. Was it requesting or saying help or go back to town? He didn't figure that one out but almost instantly, he force leaped onto the building eyeing the way the concealed man went. This is when his teleportation skills would come in handy but it drained so much force energy out of him even at an adept level. Jason took off running keeping his weapons away.

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Hakora stopped on the roof he had jumped to as he felt the presence leave and knew he was no longer being followed. He then realized she was too young, too rebelous which explained that the Ewok cloak was due to her rebellion against the Jensaarai. Hakora began to walk away to continue his search when he felt he was soon not to be alone. He felt a presence chasing after him. Hakora continued his movements until he slipped into the shadows and dissappeared just as quickly as he appeared.
[SIZE=14.3999996185303px][member="Amari Vessia"] [member="Jason Arkada"][/SIZE]

 

[Qae Shena]

I think they're gone. I'm a friend - on your six. Don't be alarmed.

The wandering warrior-monk made his way through the streets, carefully garbed in sleeveless greys, metallic bracers and long blue-lined cloak and kama. Form-fitting but obviously not giving away any of his true nature, Qae knew instinctively that this was going to be an interesting experience. He'd mentally followed the entire exchange - being the scion-student of the greatest mentalist in the Galaxy, Spencer Jacobs, he knew how to do something so blasé and simple as listen to something at a distance.

Now, however, the apparent threat to this poor woman being harassed by fellow Force-users was over. He'd watched the entire thing go down and it was just getting downright creepy. Qae, a fighter through and through, was very tempted to remove the threat - but chose not to. No point. Both of those men were now gone and the poor woman didn't need to deal with such harassment any more.

He gently placed a hand on [member="Amari Vessia"]'s shoulder, looking over at her.

"Everything alright? I hope they weren't too much trouble."

 

[Amari Vessia]

[member="Qae Shena"]

The belief of going on with her day was there. Yet, there came another. Amari could not get her axe out of her oversize pocket. So turning around gave her a chance to move and keep a hand behind and close to the saber that was latched to her belt. Of course, her chance to attack if needed without warning became reduced with this new man’s hand on her shoulder. Another plan had to be form while keeping the fishie man distracted in some way.

Looking up because seven inch difference is still not eye level, she nicely addressed him with a smirk on her face. “All fine if you can’t see… I confronted one and he ran away like some Jedi.” Of course, she had to be careful. A smart killer would send idiots in to distract and then walk up all friendly. She did not know his intentions at all. Next moments would be important for her to figure out if trouble was in front of her.

 

[Qae Shena]

[member="Amari Vessia"]

"Well, I won't argue with the Jedi running away," Qae said, wryly smiling as he did so. This one had a curious little mouth on her and Qae wasn't about to turn down an interesting new conversation. "As long as they're out of your hair and not being, I don't know, creepy as hell, whatever."

However, he stopped for a moment and dove headfirst into the Force, trying to work out exactly what was going on with her own energy signature. Unlike some others around here, Qae couldn't tell what perfect alignment and faction she belonged to because that was cheating. We dont' cheat like that. However, Qae was decidedly grey himself as a Je'daii, diving into both light and dark - and the Jensaarai weren't too far removed from that. He was't hiding his Force alignment, so she'd probably be able to tell it if she was vaguely talented with mental Force powers.

"Where did you train?" the Echani master asked, genuinely curious as to where she trained. "Not often I find someone like me. Most of the Forcies I find are Jedi or Sith, or some pretend variation of them."