Night at the Nerf [Day 0 - EN]

[Bowze Coppa]

''Yes...hum...'' he rubbed his hands with a bit of nervosity ''...it was common in my home world a few years back''

He finished his reply with a shaky smile and a good tip

She just shrugged and let it go and said, "The real action is upstairs, luv."

''Ah...yes, I will join shortly'' he said, turning to see the display of violence

Hutts...Hutts never change

[Vandil]

Vandil gestured for the others to join her and said to the Cathar, "Jurdak, you know flattery will get you everywhere."

"If this job involves violence, the right demonstration might be to showcase the aptitude in it. Is this the right place?" He commented after Vandil's little theatrics was over, than bared his dark, conical teeth to Dak ever so slightly in what amounted to a sympathetic grin but could be well interpreted by the unaware as something more menacing. "I think I'm over keeping count, Dak."

"Violence, discretion, soft and hard skills, I need the best, but since we are on Bankor I work with what I have," she mused.

[Djanik]

Djanik observed the bragging, the murder, and the threats. There was a time when such a display would have angered him.

Now it just reminded him of how he had fallen. Once he would've had the firepower to level this place, to put this strutting Twi-Lek out of action. That was another life.

Now he wouldn't be surprised if the bartender, sweet though she was, outgunned him.

Without comment, he took another sip.

Eventually they would finish the theatrics and get on to the actual job proposal.

[Jenna Karath]

Jax, pushing to mind how little she wished to be here shored up her defenses and breathed in deep on the outskirt of people's attention before stepping up behind some of those gathered so that she was obscured from grand attention but was easily noticeable by Vandil. Which, for a woman of her profession, was as good as shouting to the room that she had arrived.

So, she waited to see acknowledgement from Vandil or not. Whether the woman wanted her to watch and listen, or be more direct.

[Daunt]

Daunt waited for the others to show their colours and spoke no more for now. Himself, he leaned over to dip his armoured finger in the fresh blood of the Gungan, then raised it to his tongue to get the slightest of tastes on the tip, like a connoisseur, his teeth darkly flashing slightly again.

[Bowze Coppa]

Bowze took hold of his drink and moved towards the booth and a careful pace, making a few mental notes.

''Lady Vandil'' he said with a bow ''This one is humbled that you would consider him useful to yourself and the Hutts.''

[Djanik]

Licking the blood of the fallen.

Djanik couldn't hide a faint disgust.

There were limits, even for this sort, surely?

[Vandil]

Many cringed but not Vandil, she had seen worse and if the Zabrak wanted to lick some blood more power to him. She found her seat and said, “I am expecting a few more before we get started, so relax and get comfortable or whatever passes for that.”

She looked at the Nemoidian and said, “Bowze, Tididol the Hutt still sings your praises. I hope you live up to her expectations.”

She gestured for Jenna and said, “You, you must be the one they call Jax… right?”

[Jenna Karath]

Stepping into a more open space so that she could more appropriately address Vandil she nodded to the question,

"That would be correct," she glanced about the room at all the unfamiliar faces. Focusing solely on Vandil, she decided to play it one step at a time.

Hiding her clenched fists by placing her arms over her chest, ignoring the display that had transpired. Likely it was not the worst she's seen, often people normally commit such acts with a sense of privacy in her experience though.

[Bowze Coppa]

''The Great Tididol is generous in her kindness.'' the shopkeep replied, glancing at the gungan

''Do you wish this removed?'' he ventured asking

[Vandil]

''The Great Tididol is generous in her kindness.'' the shopkeep replied, glancing at the gungan

''Do you wish this removed?'' he ventured asking

"Since you volunteered," she gestured for him to continue.

Hiding her clenched fists by placing her arms over her chest, ignoring the display that had transpired. Likely it was not the worst she's seen, often people normally commit such acts with a sense of privacy in her experience though.

"Have a seat, your reputation proceeds you, hopefully it's true."

[Bowze Coppa]

He bowed to the majodormo before trying to remove the gungan with his earnest efforts.

Success was achieved but was quite a pityful display.

Hands gripping around the gungan's feet, the nemoidian slowly dragged the body towards the nearest back exit using his own body weight to give him the push.

It was nearly comical

[Djanik]

Djanik rolled his eyes and then pulled on his gloves.

Stepping over to the body, he grabbed the shoulders and lifted, speeding up the process.

If anyone was a party pooper, it would likely be Djanik.

As he took back his seat, he said, simply, "It was starting to smell."

[Jurdak Surt]

Dak grimaced a bit at Daunt's actions but he shook his head, he'd worked with the Zabrak before and had seem him do far worse than taste a little blood but Dak wont begin to try and understand the ways of Zabraks.

The Cathar smiled again at Vandil and stepped back to observe the room. He recognized a couple of faces but other than Daunt none that he was overly familiar with. The one called Jax was intriguing, she didnt really look like she fit in with this crowd though the crowd as a whole was a bit less rough and tumble than it usually was. The mando and daunt fit the usual profile but this pantoran seemed a bit green, the nemoidian was well a nemoidian and Jax just seemed a bit out of place.

Though many would say Dak himself didnt really fit in he had a slim physique and a military bearing and he was an affable and friendly fellow easy with a smile and a handshake. So in the end they had a mishmash list of applicants for this job for one of the most important crime bosses on the planet. Should be fun.

[Jenna Karath]

"Have a seat, your reputation proceeds you, hopefully it's true."

Upon instruction Jax merely nodded and then moved to the most appropriate seat. Though she did so casually, without much call to where her attention was, she scanned the room and listened, trying to get a bead on everyone whom was present.

[Daunt]

"It's muddy in taste, like carp." Daunt calmly took note of who would become dismayed by his actions. It was a simple test, but quite telling. "It's a deeply embedded taboo among sentient life, that intelligence or bipedalism disqualify you as food, even between species as different as I and this one. You'd eat a pig, but not a Gamorrean?" He swept with his faux-radioactive gaze across others, licking his teeth. "This taboo has nothing to do with natural order of things. All of you here are animated nutrition that can be hunted down and gainfully consumed by something up the food chain. Or just fed to it. Animation is but a thrilling bonus to the sack of proteins you are, just like game for the hunter. I think it is this primal fear of still being alive when eaten what drives the revulsion, against your rational judgement."

"Quite unproductive." He glanced at the Twi'lek with some curiosity. "Because, have we just not walked into an eat or be eaten situation?" Then he watched the Neimoidian struggle, eventually rising to help him stow away the corpse, effortlessly, letting his glossily gruesome chitin armour flash from beneath the cloak with ochre reflexes of suspended lights. "I used to take tongues, bare-handed. A feeling not dissimilar from hunting eels in a stream... I felt like taking one today, such instincts take time to unlearn. However, some of your guests this evening might find it too gauche and hard to stomach, esteemed majordomo, and learning too much about their latest meal might spoil the atmosphere."

He returned to his place, spreading fingers of the glove on which sticky blood residue remained. "But reactions of the room are food for thought in itself, aren't they? I suspect the job is about crossing some boundaries, and now you can make a call who has just a bit too many scruples."

[Venator Praedae]

Venator nods at Djanik and heads up to the VIP section to hear the details of the job. "Howdy folks." He pays his respects to the others while walking around and getting out of the way as the body is disposed.

[Jabber]

Jabber strolls in, late it seems, to the scene. He settles himself for a moment before jumping up to wave at the bar.

"Wah!" It's a nigh incomprehensible sound, other than it seems that he wants attention. "Can I get a drink here? Something dirty in a clean glass." The words said in Jawa trade language, hopefully easy enough for the bartender to understand.

He waves a tiny hand to the collection of others, signalling that he is on his way.

[Dapper Dog]

Jabber strolls in, late it seems, to the scene. He settles himself for a moment before jumping up to wave at the bar.

"Wah!" It's a nigh incomprehensible sound, other than it seems that he wants attention. "Can I get a drink here? Something dirty in a clean glass." The words said in Jawa trade language, hopefully easy enough for the bartender to understand.

He waves a tiny hand to the collection of others, signalling that he is on his way.

Jawas were so cute and tiny, she had to think hard but she was able to parse the words and then poured him a drink and said, "There you go darlin'."

[Vandil]

Vandil listened and then said after taking a deep drag, "Makes a certain kind of sense."

She then blew out a smoke ring and added, "A Mandalorian, I always wonder what is under those helmets, welcome to the party."

[Jabber]

Jabber waves and puts down a few credits on the bar, scuttling back to the room with the others.

"Evenin' Vandil. I hear something about work."

[Bowze Coppa]

Bowze thanked the two helpers while hiding the sheer disgust about this talk of cannibalism and remained in the alley a little longer, entering from the main entrance again before returning.

At least the zabrak gave me a good excuse to bail

[Vandil]

Jabber waves and puts down a few credits on the bar, scuttling back to the room with the others.

"Evenin' Vandil. I hear something about work."

"If it isn't my favorite Jawa," she replied, the words were probably sarcastic, maybe. "I consider this an opportunity."

[Jabber]

"I'm the only Jawa on the planet, best I can tell, which makes me your least favorite too." Jabber raises his cup in a salute. "But as you say, it's an opportunity, and any opportunity there is to show that I am..."attentive" to my duties is one I line up for, regardless of the credits."

Jabber looks down, seeing the blood splatter on the ground. "I assume someone had not learned that lesson."

[Daunt]

Daunt was content, tracing reactions and banter. He wasn't a reader of minds but a bit of provocative psyching usually allowed to learn something about people. Knowing more of fear and disgust than about positive feelings, he relied on that. He could use a drink, and he would get one himself, but he did not want to vacate his chair just yet.

Jawa was funny. He hadn't seen many before.