Zeltros Ink

[Matreya]

Samael outright laughed, "Flat? Not at all. You're beautiful, and quite voluptuous." He said. This planet was outrageous. Turning his attention briefly to the newcomer, he paused. Had he seen her amongst those of the Sith before? He mulled it over.

But chose to stay silent on that end.

Turning back to the brea- err woman, he grinned, "You're the best looking. Relax." He said then cast his eyes at the woman who seemed to worry that her ally would start a fight. The other was silent for the moment, but that could obviously change. Though he wasn't interested in the rowdy one: the other, lighter one was very beautiful and he wanted to watch her show her midriff.

Calling to the artist, he asked, "Hey boss, I'm looking for work, and this place seems awesome. I was going to ask after my art was done, but you got busy instantly, so you need another artist?"

[member="Joza Perl"] [member="Azula Yeshevsky"] [member="Quint Salis"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

"I'll be right there with you," he said as he heard the door open and turned to see [member="Azula Yeshevsky"] walking in.

There was something about her which seemed eerily familiar, but then again this was Zeltros, and he was likely reminded of someone who looked like her or something. He passed it off for now as he was quite busy suddenly, and Tam was busy shoving her breasts in [member="Samael"]'s face. Quint would laugh if there was the time to, but he was focused on getting things set. Jo, she was classy, and easily seemed to be able to dismiss him with a comment or two, challenge accepted. He was GOING to get his hands on her by the end of the night one way or another. The chase was on.

He just nodded to Sam's inquiry. Did he need another artist, yes, did he want one? That was another question entirely. Quint didn't trust too many people, and hiring a guy for the night which he had just met went against all of that, but... If this was what business was going to be like from now on, he needed the help.

"No promises, but draw me up a few designs. If I like them you can help me out tonight, provided you know what you're doing. I have one rule though... If Jo here decides to get some ink done, I'm doing it," he looked at Jo and winked before reaching into the glass case and pulling out the piercing stud Angie had selected.

"Excellent choice, the color is going to play off your skin nicely. Now, if you want to head to the back, I have a piercing station ready to go. Oh, don't forget to sign the consent form."

When she signed, he led all interested parties back to the piercing station, and waited for Angie to lift her shirt, and lower her bottoms to her hips. It wasn't like she had to show off anything private to get this done, but Quint didn't want to get the needle caught on her skirt or panties either. He let the others keep her calm. The more professional he was, the more reassured she would be. Grabbing his tools, he prepped the area around her naval, and when she was truly ready, he pierced it, running the stud through with well practiced ease. All in all the process was not a long one.

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Nymeria Vizsla]

When they all got up and walked into the room Azula sighed, not necessarily in the way you sigh when you are sad but more frustrated and impatient. She fell back into one of the sofas here, it was pretty uncomfortable but who cares? They wouldn't be too long right. Well, wrong. It was 10 minutes and they were still in there, this angered the dark jedi because she was here on work and she just needed the mans ears for ten minutes and she could get out of this place, however she had a feeling that wouldn't be the case.

With a push off, she jumped off the couch and walked towards the back, she reached the small room but there happened to be a door between them. It looked old and the paint was peeling off, this part must have not been renovated yet. Shaking her head, as if she cared, Azula stepped up to the door and perhaps with a little too much force she knocked on it. If one was to look close enough the dust shook off the door and it seemed to creak at her knocking. When she had let it out of her she then waited, if someone didn't come to the door it was going to really wile her up.

See, the PI was here on work. Not sith work, despite her being a important member of the rising Empire. No, she was here looking for someone. This, this old little shack had history with her. It was where she got her dragon tattoo and where she was imprinted on, in fact she remembers walking right through here 10 years ago, his hand latched around her...

No. Azula couldn't let that stop her, not again. Never again.

To shake the memories she slammed her fist at the door, hitting it so hard she may have cracked it.

[member="Samael"]
[member="Joza Perl"]
[member="Quint Salis"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Tamara beamed at Samael’s compliments about her body, being exactly what the young woman wanted to hear. He seemed to know exactly what to say to her, placating the inebriated Zeltron for the time being. Sated, she bounced over to her friends when Joza waved her over after Angie had made her selection. As flighty as she seemed, she hadn’t forgotten that they were there to help make Angie feel more comfortable.

A shocked look almost came over the redhead’s face at Quint’s rule but she played it off with another roll of her eyes and held back the sudden urge to stamp her cigarette butt out on him. “Oh, that makes me want to do it so much more.” Even if she did want a tattoo—and she was unsure about that—her defensive nature wouldn’t let the man simply win.

“Aw, c’mon Jo! It’s just a little ink. It’ll look nice!” Tam insisted with a wink. Joza only grunted in response, but did not refuse. Now that she thought about it, there were a few scars on her back that could use some covering. She glanced back to Quint, almost wanting to ask him if he could do work on scar tissue. Thinking better of it, she followed him as the gaggle of Zeltrons were lead in to the back.

With her midriff revealed, Angie seemed more nervous than before, likely because this was actually happening. But Tam and Joza were there, professional comforters by nature. Joza held one of Angie’s hands while Tam smoothed back the girl’s hair, giving her a peck of assurance on her forehead. When all was said and done, the young Zeltron looked very relieved. “That didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would.” A small smile curled her lips as she looked to her friends in thanks. She looked down at her newly pierced navel, the skin a bit red and beginning to swell from the intrusion.

The slam of Azula’s fist caused Joza’s head to turn a bit too quickly, a brief scowl crossing her face. That was quick. She could sense the dark sider’s fury from where she was and had hoped that Tam would be the biggest problem of the night. Glancing back over at Angie to make sure that she was alright, Joza gave the girl’s hand a squeeze before making her way back out into the lobby.

It didn’t take long for her to spot the other woman, clearly upset by something. Her emotions radiated from her like a wave, washing over Joza’s Zeltron and Force sensitivities. “Easy.” She leaned against the wall with her arms crossed and an eyebrow cocked. “I can’t imagine what you’re doing back here, but Quint is free if that’s what you want.”

Back near the lobby, the pair of Zeltrons emerged from the back area, one showing off her new piercing. Angie’s new violet stud caught the light as she moved, an almost giddy smile on her face. “See? I told you it wouldn’t be that bad!”

[member="Azula Yeshevsky"] [member="Quint Salis"] [member="Samael"]

 

[Matreya]

Following behind the group, Samael remained silent as always. When the woman revealed her flesh, the man offered her a wink. He was going to say something, but decided against it.

Just as he thought about it a second time, the booming knock at the door occured. Snapping to attention at the ferocity, he stepped out through the doorway. Folding his arms, he leaned into the wall to stare at the girl.

"Can I help with anything?" Samael asked, revealing his hidden power to fluctuate across the room. He was an Anzat, a Daemon, and far more powerful than he showed. She wasn't the only darkness in the room, but she was the only loose cannon it appeared.

Glancing at Joza, he offered a nod of acknowledgement, "Its alright gorgeous, go ahead with your friends."

[member="Joza Perl"] [member="Azula Yeshevsky"]

 

[Nymeria Vizsla]

Azula gave a cold eye, he could lose the attitude. Like how he put down the Zeltron like she couldn't talk to her because she was unstable. And maybe she was but she sure as hell wasn't going to be controlled by some guy with wings who thinks he can just step right in whenever he pleases to deal with people he sees as a threat. Truthfully, Azula was under control for a woman with history like hers. She just want answers; that was it. When he showed his power was she supposed to be impressed? Her father was a Sith lord and she lived around one of the most powerful Dark Jedi around. This 'angel' wouldn't know power if it hit him in the face. She'd know too because she has been hit by that kind of power.

Tilting her head away from him she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "She is completely fine to stay if she wants." The Echani then walked past the winged man and into the back room.

She first noticed all of the tools. They were new, but the room had yet to be updated like the rest of the shop. As she looked at the wall she specifically checked the wall where small holes had been punctured. The previous establishment had hung pictures from every tattoo, she remembered one spot specifically for her. It was a picture of her, and...and him. He forced her to pose and controlled her to smile. Letting the memory flood her she turned her head and she swore for the life of her she saw him. Like a projection, in this moment the door slammed shut, maybe it was the force or angel man. Who the hell cares.

With [member="Quint Salis"] she now had a moment to gather herself. "I'm sorry. I- I just wanna talk." It was obvious she was shaken up, something about this place kept reminding her and calling back to her. "I promise it's important."

She then looked up and met his eyes, her breathing was elevated but this man had some kind of collection to him. It helped Azula in calming down at least.

[member="Samael"]
[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

Wow, by interested parties he did not mean everyone. It's funny how people think they can get five people into a back room, that's why Quint worked fast. HIs nights usually descended into chaos, but not like this seemed to be going. The Anzat was behaving more like a bouncer, which maybe Quint needed one, but he'd never admit that. Quint didn't want a bouncer. He could take care of himself, after all he had spent his own fair share of time in prison where he had to remain alive.

This [member="Azula Yeshevsky"] was keeping him from getting his hands on Joza. He definitlely wanted to ink her now, especially since there seemed to be some signs she might actually let him. She was beautiful Zeltron, and in his opinion the prettiest woman in the parlor. Naturally he wanted to get his hands on her, even if it was just for ink. Being a tattoo artist had some perks to it. The Echani though, she seemed determined to keep him from getting his work done until she talked to him. He better handle this.

"Hey it's all fine. Let the Echani through, and I'll be out shortly. Now you ladies don't go anywhere because there is that pesky matter of paying for the work, and I still need to get you that cleaning solution," he said as the trio of Zeltrons started to head back for the main area of the parlor.

Quint didn't bother to get up from his swivel stool. Looking at the Echani he crossed his arms over his chest and returned the intense look he was getting from her. She was on edge, he didn't have to be a Zeltron to know that. Whatever the cause of it, Quint was pretty sure he couldn't help her. Her behavior was not the kind of someone looking for a tattoo or piercings, but someone who had seen a ghost. This was certainly odd.

"Well you have my attention finally. What is it I can do for you?"

[member="Samael"] | [member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Seanna Vel]

Finding herself over whelm with pheromone purfum [member="Joza Perl"] as she called it in her mind. Either way it was entertaining to see these girls act, Wondering if she hadn't been raised like she was would she found this amusing when drunk. Instead of starting bar fights getting into the heat of the fighting herself. How she loved a good brawl once in a while, that just add to the fun right. Either way she couldn't help but stare at the fact that one needed to hold the other hand. This amused her either more. Knowing that the one named [member="Samael"] had spoken to her before now.

Looking at Samael now as she spoke once again turning her full again once more "Its Seanna Vel." as she went back to looking for just the right tattoos remember what [member="Quint Salis"] had said about just surprising her instead but then again she had already one tattoo put on her body she would keep that a secret hadn't it been for her adopted big Brother telling its true meaning she would been more proud of it now it was there to remind her what her father was or was still.

Rightfully so, as she wonder. "Well, let see, how late are you open to." giving a little bit of laughter as if trying to joke with the fact she hasn't made up her mind as of yet.

[member="Azula Yeshevsky"]

 

[Nymeria Vizsla]

Now that she was with him she could finally take the time she needed. Azula pushed her hair to the side and sighed, taking in a deep breath as she stepped closer to the artist. She met his eyes and projected a strong sense of passion, this much was obvious.

"You know, this isn't my first time being here."

She turned her head to the wall once more, trying not to let the image show in her mind again. After a short pause she spoke again, her heavy accent she imagined would make hearing some words difficult.

"I know what you're thinking, I really do. Some crazy lady coming in here and messes with your business... I get it and I promise I wouldn't be here if it wasn't really important." Her voice had a sense of urgency in it as she fluttered her eyes quickly, still tapping her foot anxiously on the old wooden floors.

"I came here 10 years ago, when this place was under different rent. Some chithead guy, he tattooed me. And I think the tattoo is a map." Azula looked him in the eyes and anyone would have known she was telling the truth. She understood what she was saying, and how she was really doing a splendid job at making herself seem crazy.

She then chuckled, taking in another breath as she pulled something out of her coat. It was a folder, on the inside was a picture. She took it out and he would first notice how it had been ripped apart but taped back together. It was obvious when she looked at it that she was upset, yet she held it out for him to see.

The image was of her, when she was 13. She was on the chair just feet from them. Her body was exposed in the photo and all over it was cuts and scars. The tattoo in the photo was a large dragon. Her face was red and if he was intuitive he would have made the connections that she was being beaten. At the moment, Azula was struggling to keep it out. She then put it back and pulled out another, this one was as well ripped up and tapped back together. In the photo was a man with her, he looked older than her and had long black hair, was nicely dressed as well. He was holding her face to the cameras direction and Azula looked far too happy about it, like she was enjoying it but at the same time hating life.

She then looked down and handed him the folder, there was about dozen or so pictures inside. Many of them were of the of the old place, some of the owner and Azula. They all seemed to be ripped except for one. A single picture of the man that was in the one before, his long hair and wry smile. Dressed in a suit that must have been 10,000 credits. As well he had a specific golden watch on.

When Azula took her hand off the folder she spoke is a sort of calm whisper.

"I'd just like you to look at it, is all. If you can't do that even giving me the previous owners name and address?"

[member="Quint Salis"]
[member="Joza Perl"]
[member="Seanna Vel"]
[member="Samael"]

 

[Zaiden Dean]

(Sorry guys. The order is all out of whack now... So I'm posting to try and get it back on track. Also, this is the second half of Samael. Same char, just showing his hidden power.)

With his power still flowing outward, the girl seemed uneffected, choosing to ignore him. When she left, he withdrew his energy, staring at the back of her head as she moved into the room. Once it slammed, he took a step forward, then stopped. With a sigh he shook his head then turned and walked toward the woman he had spoken to.

"Your friend didn't jump on the chance for a fight. Be proud. She seems just the type." He offered her a dazzling smile to show he was teasing.

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

The other brow arched at the brief exchange between the two, noting the silver haired woman’s apparent exasperation and anxiety. Joza’s gaze followed her to the door and lingered for a few moments before sweeping over the man. She was not perturbed by his words, but the wavering dark sided energy put her a little more on edge. She studied him for a brief moment, a certain hardness to her eyes as she appeared to analyze him intimately. With a sigh, she withdrew her look and shook her head softly.

“Wasn’t worried about it much, to be honest. Just…careful with that.” She left the interpretation open ended. Usually she was far more wary with those who wielded the dark side of the Force, but sensed no immediately hostility from the silver haired man. Either he was simply more lax in personality, or the cloud of pheromones had placated him. “Don’t want to go throwing dark sided whatnot around.” She waved a hand casually, her tone not one of aggression but rather cautious, almost tired. Retrieving another cigarra from her top, she quickly lit it before taking a puff and moving toward him.

“Angie’s into medical stuff. Studying to be a nurse or some sort of surgeon’s assistant. I dunno.” She offered, rolling her shoulders in a shrug. Turning back towards the lobby, she paused for a moment before placing her hand on his shoulder and tilting her head back to him. “Hurt her and I’ll rip your balls off.”

She would drift back toward the lobby where the two other Zeltrons waited. If Samael would follow, Angie would offer him a nervous smile. She’d caught his wink during the procedure and had looked away with a flushed face. “You were right! It didn’t hurt that much…”

[member="Yantra"] [member="Samael"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

The door closed, and Quint stayed calm. There was no reason for him to get agitated or defensive in this situation. His calm demeanor was one which helped to calm the most nervous of clintel when they came in scared of the pain or whatever else was built up in their mind about the process. He quietly looked at the pictures. It didn't take much for him to figure out the girl in the pictures were her. His teeth clenched at what he was seeing, because all the pictures showed was proof this girl had been beaten, and abused for a good portion of her life. She was not much older than he was, as far as he could tell anyway.

"The shop was abandoned when I got it. I think someone couldn't keep up. The front was remodeled, back here, not so much, and I've been too busy since opening to get the work done. I can't help you with a name or address."

He motioned to the chair where Angie had just had been laying when Quint had pierced her naval. While he could not give a name or address, he could examine the artwork, if she let him that is. The picture of the tattoo showed it was intricate and rather detailed. If there was a map hidden in it, it would take a trained eye to find it. Good thing for her that Quint had a well trained artistic eye.

Quint removed the latex gloves he had been wearing when he pierced Angie, and reached over to the box on the counter for a new pair. The black rubbery material stretched across his hands as the smell of rubber assaulted his nose.

"If there is a map, I'll need to see the tattoo itself, if you don't mind. Your picture here, it's too damaged for me to get an accurate view. I can look at it now, or we can do this another time when it is a bit more private. By the looks of it, you're going to have to get near naked for me to see it, so it's your call."

Quint sighed. He had not expected this, and he knew he was in for a long night. There was still that Kiffar who was looking for ink too, and getting ignored. That seemingly could not get helped right now, unless [member="Samael"] was going to look into taking care of her. He walked over to the door and popped his head out real quick.

"Looks like I might be back here a touch longer. Samael, looks like you got yourself a try out. The Kiffar hasn't been helped yet. [member="Joza Perl"] don't go anywhere, you're next."

With a wink he pulled his head back in and closed the door once more.

[member="Seanna Vel"]

 

[Matreya]

Samael drew his power back into himself until he appeared as he had originally, "I have no urge to harm anyone. Please remember, embracing emotion makes one darkside, but does that make me evil? I protect more often than I slay."

When the man called to him, he nodded then approached the woman from before, "Have you chosen a design? It looks like ill be your artist of the evening." He said with a smile.

Gesturing to the walls he continued, "There are at least a thousand designs to choose from, or your own personal, either way." At that point he attempted to meet each of the Zeltrons eyes to offer a warm smile. He genuinely was not like his father.

He chose to use the darkness for good.

[member="Quint Salis"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Seanna Vel"]

 

[Seanna Vel]

As her eyes was upon [member="Samael"] oh great she gets the noobie one that seem to wanting to show off his being the fact a for user. She just rolled her own eyes a bit. "I guess you do what experience do you have in tattooing. Then she wasn't one to just keep her pretty mouth shut. If anything she would see him as he was, someone that wanting to prove himself better in the darkness then in the light. "Look here I might be a pretty lady that all business dress, mess with me any way I will put my fist through your teeth." as she pointed up to two of them that she was thinking about...

"I think of maybe a sort of wolf and blade, or maybe a rife seeing as I enjoy snipping my prey." as she let a cold smirking grin cross her own lips. Even then she wouldn't be the one to know any more then that of right now. If he wanted to know more about her he could just asked but for the force she always keep that low key why would force user go around painting a target on one back.

[member="Samael"] @Quint Salis [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Azula Yeshevsky"]

 

[Nymeria Vizsla]

Azula looked up to him and nodded, her amber eyes meeting his. She immediately felt a connection with him, and she believed he was more than just a tattoo artist. He had potential. That would be determined for certain in a moment though. The silver haired Echani kept eye contact with him as she untied her black trench coat. Shedding it, the clothing dropped to the ground and revealed her tank-top. Across her arms were scars, all over. Most likely knife wounds. Specifically the mark of two red hands was etched into her fair skin on the side of her left arm. On the right the first part of the tattoo showed. The private eye nervously covered the hand marks with her other hand.

She scoffed, reaching underneath her shirt and pulling the tank-top off of her body.

Not only was there some marks that would have scared anyone off. Specifically a long burn mark running down her abdominal area. Yet, none of this mattered right now. She was here because of the tattoo. Which covered the entire length of her body. Azula looked back to him, a red swelling around her eyes becoming more prominent. She then untied her bra, pulling it off to reveal her breasts. And despite the scars, she was beautiful. It wasn't often an Echani would let others see them vulnerable. Azula specifically had a nice tone to her and her fair skin was especially alluring.

"That should be good for now." She was slightly shaking, he could never imagine how vulnerable she felt right now. In fact, the last time she was naked in front of a man forced her to pleasure his greatest fantasies,. This would be hard, but this man had no control over her. She was the one with the power.

Azula tried to keep her composure, and successfully she managed to pull it together. The tattoo was the depiction of an Matukai dragon, with it's long body spiraling across her body and etched black into her skin, it was very dark contrasting with her. But also because the artist was told to dig deeper into her skin. The scales hurt her the most, so much detail. The design took him a little over one month at about hours a day.

"Do I need sit down?"

[member="Quint Salis"]

 

[Matreya]

Samael nodded slowly. He was offended, wholeheartedly. There had been no warning for something like that. Nor was it warranted. He had believed the woman from before was a threat so he had released his power. This required a threat, rudeness, and still attempts to move on with the tattoo in response?

"I have had plenty of work time as an artist. Not in this store, but I spent around a century tatting people." Samael said calmly, "Not that I plan to do you though. I come to you to offer assistance in a design that you want, or so it appears as you came into the shop on your own. Yet you threaten me?

"You judge me on what? A show of power? In which I attempted to convene non violently. Nor did you answer respectfully to a man that as of now is doing this work without pay." Samael ended his speech, and turned to walk towards the Zeltrons.

[member="Seanna Vel"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

Quint loved his job, there were times he really loved his job. There was a twinge of guilt though as he knew why he was looking at the exposed woman in front of him. They were strangers, and she was Echani. It took a great deal of trust to expose her vulnerability like that, and Quint wasn't about to break that. He nodded.

"Yes go ahead and sit, then I'll lay the chair back so you lay flat. I can't promise I'll find what you're looking for, but I can certainly tell you if there is more than a tattoo here. It's not as uncommon as you think. When I was working my time on Kessel you'd hear stories about how crime lords using tattoos to hide their indiscretions. If you think it is a map, it likely is."

There it was, the dragon tattoo. Quint swore he'd read a book about this, yeah he liked his puns, but rarely voiced them. His gloved hands perused over Azula's porcelain skin gently as he wandered over the black ink of the dragon which was imbedded into it. Trained eyes found the scars which the work had left behind. There was a lot of evidence this tattoo was imbedded deep into the skin, and he could only imagine how painful it had been for her.

After a few minutes, Quint started to notice a pattern. Though, he was thinking Azula had the right idea with tearing her pictures, just not like she had. What he needed was to capture this and turn it into a holographic image he could manipulate. He grinned as he stool rolled back from the table.

"First I asked you to strip, now I'm asking if I can take some holoimages. I'm onto something I think, but I need to be able to play with it. You can get dressed when I'm done. Oh and it goes without saying, but you are stunning. Don't be afraid of yourself, huh?"

[member="Azula Yeshevsky"] | [member="Samael"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Seanna Vel"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza watched the display between Samael and the Kiffar with a lofted brow, cigarra idly clenched between her lips. She didn’t try to hide the fact that she was listening in on their conversation, as close as they were to begin with, it would be difficult to ignore.

“Seems like you struck out twice today.” The redhead removed the cigarra from her mouth and flicked it, referring to the earlier minor spat with Azula. She leaned back in her chair, Tam and Angie chattering beside her and sneaking glances over at the silver haired man. “So you’ve been working for a century? Don’t look much older than me…how old are you, if you don’t mind me asking?” She looked him over with a curious eye, noting his youthful appearance.

The pair of full-blooded Zeltrons began to whisper and giggle, Tam pressing herself against Angie as she laughed and nodded her head toward the silver haired man. The quieter of the duo only blushed and whispered something, to which Tam rolled her eyes. “Hey! She thinks you’re cute!” The violet haired woman would announce to [member="Samael"] loudly, pointing to the flushed Zeltron beside her.

 

[Matreya]

"Over 600." Samael said, as if such time spent meant nothing. But in the grander scheme, where some Anzats lived for millennia, it really did not. He believed that with effort he could like to a hundred times the age he already held.

"Well, your friend is beautiful as well." Samael said, offering a wink. The Force led him much like his father in many ways, one that it diverged on was flirting. He was quite capable of communicating the woos of the night while not being forced to question every step along the way.

"Each of you are." He said, eyes meeting Joza's for a long moment before he shrugged, "Anyway, if you compare it, I am hardly a young adult to my race."

[member="Joza Perl"]