Xenos
Mar 14th, 2006, 04:15:56 AM
With swishing steps, the large suit of armor walked with little resistance into the local Cantina. Through his helm, he could note as several eyes came upon his person, and after a few moments they turned to do their own thing. No one could care about him, and thus they could care less. A sigh of relief escaped him, coming out instead as a moderate swoosh!, the ventilation of air through his mask. Finding an empty stool, he plopped himself on it, making little dents in the metal, but not his own. Again, eyes came to him, and again, they dispersed..
..no one cared. They never did. Hitting his gauntletted fist into the counter, he caught the barkeeps attention.
"Doubtful Truths." the altered voice of Xenos said, ordering his prefered drink.
..no one cared. They never did. Hitting his gauntletted fist into the counter, he caught the barkeeps attention.
"Doubtful Truths." the altered voice of Xenos said, ordering his prefered drink.