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originally posted in:The New Dojo
2/7/2017 7:18:48 PM
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"No problem. See you on the ship, if Merrick actually accepts me to join." Cryark replies, waving to Watcher as he had resumed to work on the Katana Shotgun.
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[b]After purchasing the Saber, he searched for a good place to drink. A bar preferable [/b]
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[spoiler]Sorry about the wait; busy with stuff.[/spoiler] Lots of bars were nearby. A particular bar, named 'Shaken Horse' was nearby. Krogans and turians were head butting each other, two female quarians were making out with each other, and many Geth were outside, staring at a 'mystery drink' that a few humans were drinking heavily. The inside of the place seemed less rowdy.
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[spoiler]It's all good [/spoiler] [b]Watcher entered the bar, looking around as he did so to make sure no one would cause him trouble [/b]
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[spoiler]Also, might as well return one of my old characters ( I'll make the updated bios after)[/spoiler] An empty seat laid next to a woman. She seemed to be in a black biker jacket, black pants, and brown hair, with one red streak over the middle of it. She seemed to be drowning herself in asari tea, the nearby volus bartender simply dumbfounded at the amount of tea she must've drunken.
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[b]He took a seat, taking off his helmet to reveal a middle aged man with straight black hair, gray streaks going through it His face seemed old, as if he had seen man wars and fought many battles. He waved the bartender over, prepared to order [/b]
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"Uh...ah! Yes, human, what what you like to order?" The volus asked, stumbling it's way toward Watcher, the woman simply looking at Watcher, her eyes darting across Watcher's face and eyes.
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"You got any whiskey?"
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"Um...yes. There's 44 Red Thessia...*breathes* Normal Whiskey...*breathes*..." as the volus kept listing all the whiskeys to Watcher, the woman next to him pulled out an old, rusty DH-17, looking at it compared to Watcher's DL-44.
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"You can stop now. I'll have a 44 Thesia."
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"*breaths* Coming...right up, sir." The volus replied, walking to get a drink. The woman next to him nudged him,and in a whispering voice, she asked, "Aren't you from the Dojo?"
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[b]He looked over at her, a serious expression on his Face [/b] "Yeah, how did you know?"
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"Velinnea Stoik, former clone and Mandalorian of the Dojo...nice to meet you." She whispers, a smile forming on her face.
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"You as well" [b]He turned slightly, extending a hand towards her[/b]
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Edited by A Stormy Dio: 2/8/2017 6:24:23 PMShe accepts it, shaking Watcher's hand. "How's the Dojo been for the past 6 months or so?" Velinnea's asked, as the volus sent the whiskey Watcher's way.
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"We got attacked... Three, Four times I think? So actually kind of wild."
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"Really? Any word on those clones? And...you happen to have a ship I can get back on? To be honest, I'd nearly killed myself once or twice on uncharted space...had my own run-ins with the Blue Suns. Pretty wild 6 months as well." Velinnea responds, chuckling at her own adventures.
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"Clones? Not sure. But yeah you'd be welcome to come back with us."
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"Yeah. Thanks, alright got my stuff if your ready." She responds, getting up from her seat at the bar. "I'll be waiting for you till then." The volus simply asked if there was anything else Watcher needed.
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"No, how much do I owe you?"
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"*breaths* 5000 credits...or double *breaths* for 5 bottles to go." The volus bartender responded.
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"Get five bottles ready for transport."
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"Of course...which *breathes* ship?"
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"Deimos. You need the full name?"
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"No...it'll be sent within the hour." The volus replied, before returning back to its business.
