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Post by Janson on Feb 9, 2016 6:17:33 GMT
Drex downed the rest of his beer. He was really regretting the choice not to go after something harder. Celebrating was about to turn into a burning need for painkillers.
He started towards the door, hoping he could figure out a way to calm the boy faced bounty hunter down. So many good comments about that that he was just going to have to let go unless he was suddenly feeling suicidal. "Okay, come on. Just you and me. Let's work this out..."
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Post by immoralbeloved on Feb 9, 2016 6:23:51 GMT
"Work this out?" Kal'adenn demanded indignantly as he followed him, finally putting his helmet back on to free his hands. It did make him look so much more menacing than before. It made him feel much more menacing as well, because it really set the mood for having to deal with his despicable foe. "And how would you prepose we do that, Drex?"
He cracked his knuckles against his palm, waiting to see what idiotic proposal he was about to be given. It would be good for a laugh if nothing else. The mere thought that the man would have something worth offering him aside from the price on his head was ridiculous.
It was hardly as if he could be trusted, anyway.
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Post by Janson on Feb 9, 2016 6:30:44 GMT
"First, I would say that we should probably get to the bottom of this misunderstanding." Oh, did he plan on pummeling him to a pulp? Comforting. He took stock of the gaps in the man's armor, trying to figure out just how good of a shot he was going to be if things did get to a fight. "And I think there's a couple here...because there really shouldn't be a bounty on my head."
Unless the Nexu Claws didn't like him going out on his own.
"Second, that in there... Definitely supposed to be a peace offering, not a declaration of war."
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Post by immoralbeloved on Feb 9, 2016 6:40:07 GMT
"You can't think of a single reason?" Kal'adenn replied with a scoff. He'd had people pretend they weren't themselves but this would be the first time someone had tried to play innocent with him. How terribly ridiculous.
Did Drex think his looks and charms were going to save him this time? They weren't really his biggest selling point to the person trying to cash in on him. "That's tragic...but I don't care. You're worth quite a lot in certain circles you might be familiar with."
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Post by Janson on Feb 9, 2016 6:44:15 GMT
"I'm worth a--Oh. Oh, this is awkward." Drex said, making a face and glancing away like he wasn't quite sure he wanted to say what was on his mind.
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Post by kiadurron on Feb 12, 2016 3:10:33 GMT
Arali'Ven watched them leave her bar and she scoffed before she took a rag to the bar top and did another deal before she stopped and her head snapped up to the door. That smarmy smuggler didn't pay her for the drinks! She tossed a lekku over her shoulder and took the safety off her blaster to storm towards the door to make sure that smug bastard didn't die until she got her money. She had a business to run!
"Arali... Baby!" one of her regulars greeted her in excitement, eyes roaming down her body.
"Not now, Turk." She said firmly and she stormed past him to follow the bounty hunter and his boyfriend outside. Now where the hell were they....
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Post by immoralbeloved on Feb 14, 2016 2:12:04 GMT
“I’m going to pound you into the ground, Hunter Drex.” Kal replied to the man in front of him with a single shake of his head. He wasn’t interested in hearing those stupid little dismissive phrases because this wasn’t some dainty little Alderaan tea party where he had to be interested in whatever was ‘so awkward’ for Drex. This was real life where people didn’t have to pretend to give a kriff about niceties.
Kal’adenn went straight into a swing of his fist with the intention of knocking the other man to the ground. Or just bruising up that stupid handsome face. Really, either would bring its own form of satisfaction because putting him on his ass immediately would be glorious but it also wouldn’t be bad to bust his lips that everyone apparently found so appealing.
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Post by kiadurron on Feb 14, 2016 2:57:28 GMT
Arali'Ven might have had the worst timing ever. Drex probably could have ducked the punch, or even managed to block it. But She slammed her bar door open to crash against the wall and she stormed out. "DREX."
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Post by Janson on Feb 14, 2016 5:31:36 GMT
The first thought Drex had when he saw the fist flying at him was that at least the man had decided not to shoot him. His second thought consisted of 'duck' mostly, but was followed by some perplexity at the sound of his name ringing in his ears again. He planted his feet as he ducked and charged forward to tackle the Mandalorian.
Not a good idea. Not a good idea at all.
Not only did he move the angle of the punch from his mouth to a higher point on his head, but he also rammed his shoulder into pure, unyielding breastplate.
His mother told him he was smart when he was a child. His mother must have been a liar, because that was pretty much the opposite of smart.
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Post by immoralbeloved on Feb 15, 2016 1:03:34 GMT
The impact of Drex hitting Kal’adenn’s chest knocked him off balance, because there was enough force in the motion that his experience in fighting was irrelevant. It also helped that he wasn’t a particularly big man to begin with when compared with the smuggler. He fell backwards onto the ground with a solid thud as his armor (and all of him) hit the dirt, but his hand grabbed for the other man to drag him down as well.
He struggled to try to straddle Drex’s hips to hold him still, though his vision was getting a few sparks of darkness from his helmeted head solidly connecting with the ground. That was a small price to pay, however, because the moment that he managed to get on top of the man he moved in for another punch.
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Post by kiadurron on Feb 21, 2016 6:19:12 GMT
Arali watched as the armored bounty hunter punched Drex in the face, rather impassively, despite the way she had called out his name before. She sighed and tugged her blaster out to send a shot near, but to the right, of the bounty hunter's head. "Hey Sleemo." She said and she approached him with a scowl. "I don't take kindly to you knocking my customers unconscious."
She ignored the woman who exclaimed loudly down the street and scurried off as the blast hit a wall a few feet away.
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Post by immoralbeloved on Feb 21, 2016 18:09:56 GMT
Kal gritted his teeth at that response. What the kriff was that supposed to be about? It wasn’t as if there was any reason to protect this man from anything and she hadn’t seem too worked up when she’d told them to go out and fight. Now it was suddenly ‘oh no my poor little Drex?’ Gross.
“How much did he owe you?” Kal’adenn inquired of Arali as he stood up, rubbing some of the dirt that had caked into his armour off of himself. It left smudges against the white material but it was better than having actually solid pieces of dirt jammed into the smaller places. He’d worry about really cleaning it off later when he’d gotten this asshole onto the ship.
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Post by kiadurron on Feb 21, 2016 18:33:12 GMT
Arali flashed sharp teeth in his direction as she approached. "100 credits." She said calmly and cocked a hip. "And an orgasm... you going to pay it out for him?" She demanded of the bounty hunter.
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Post by immoralbeloved on Feb 21, 2016 18:54:37 GMT
Kal’adenn raised an eyebrow at that; he’d really not wanted to think much about Drex’s sexual habits and certainly not his ability to satisfy a partner. That had certainly been plenty enlightening, though, in ways he didn’t want to be enlightened. He reached down to retrieve a hundred credits from the prone man, before tossing them to Arali. “You can give yourself a better one for free.” He informed her of the last bit.
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Post by kiadurron on Feb 29, 2016 23:53:09 GMT
Arali'Ven considered the bounty hunter and she gave him an unimpressed look before kicking out at his chest (After failing to catch the money that fell around her uselessly and she brought both blasters up to point at him. "I'm just not prepared to do that much work, to be honest." She said and she shifted forward, cheeks flushing with the embarrassment of not being able to catch the money. kriffing useless hand eye coordination when it came to catching. She wasn't no kriffin' slingball player! "So again I ask, are you stepping in for him, or am I gonna have to shoot you in order to get his ugly mug back inside?"
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