::enters the bar::

[tempistopps]

A dark, robed figgure entered the bar. It made its way to the front, and ordered a tall glass of gin. Somthing simple. He glanced around the bar, simply looking at all of the jedi here. Perhaps under different circumstances, this would be very fun. But for now, it was a learning experiance. Tempist was here to observe the enemy.

[Anbira Hicchoru]

:: And across the bar, the enemy observed back at him. Sharp grey eyes pierced the vacuum, fixated on the Sith as he entered. ::

[tempistopps]

Tempist's gin arived, and he took a sip, still under the cloak. He realized that someone had apparently taken intrest in him and stared back at the old man. Not nearly as old as he was, but for a human, he was aged. He would have yelled to the man, but making a scene was not his quest... He thought spoke to this man, a bitter tone in his telepathic voice.

...if you are having trouble adjusting your gaze, I can remedy your sense of vision. If not, then I advise you look somewhere else.

[Anbira Hicchoru]

:: Anbira almost smiled, his thoughts brushing against the Sith's mind ::

<font color=0099CC>Only fools threaten when so completely outmatched.</font>

[tempistopps]

Unless I am mistaken, you are but a padiwan. You think I am outmatched? Perhaps the oppurtunity to see shall arise. Not right now, I do not feel like leaving you holding your intestines in the palms of your hands, which would also be severed. I am simply here to have a drink. So unless you wish to provoke me, and break you own code of honor, I advise that you stay quiet.

[Satine Capashen]

Satine watched from his corner of the bar, sipping on his kalh, and then smirks as he sees Anbira look at Tempist, and back again. He could guess they were talking telepathically.

Satine sends his thoughts to Tempist, giving them a cold edge. And what slime holw did you crawl out of? You didn't strike me as the type to enjoy a Jedi's bar... As Satine talks, his hand goes up to the scar he kept from his last fight with Tempist. He had lost his eye to this Sith, and wasnt about to forget it...

[Anbira Hicchoru]

:: Anbira nodded ::

<font color=0099CC>A padawan I am, but not for want of combat prowess, that you can be sure of.</font>

[tempistopps]

Who said I was enjoying it, Alpha? No matter what, a bar is a bar to me. Which breed of animal that runs it matters not to me, since they are all the same in essence. No rafters here? What a shame...

The corners of Tempist's mouth curled slightly as he noded up a lil bit.

ooc: sorry about the eye, i didnt think that the cut had hit you there.

[Satine Capashen]

{OOC:S'ok. I can have some fun with Satine like that. Besides, he has a replacement one. This, if your willing, will give Satine a HUGE vendetta against you Temp. It might be interesting. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/image/emoticons_classic/smile.gif ALT=":)"> }

Satine smirks. Rafters not being here is one of the weak points, but this is a kewl enough place to begin with. Why are you here, anyway? Trying to pick a fight?

[tempistopps]

No, If I were trying to pick a fight, then there would be blood covering the walls right now. I am simply here for a chance to learn about my foes, and a change of scenery was in order anyway. And dont worry about the rafters, they just make things a bit more interesting sometimes.

[Satine Capashen]

Well I agree with you on one thing. Rafter's do make it more interesting. Take it from the original rafter rat.

[tempistopps]

Tempist laughed a bit, not at what Alpha had said, but at the fact that they were actaly aggreeing on somthing.

Yea, at Rama's they are lots of fun, espicaly when removing anoyances like new desciples.

[Satine Capashen]

Really? Well, nothing like removing pests to put a fun spin on your day...

Satine said this last with a bit of sarcasm to his voice, wondering how they had gotten talking cilvilized to each other.

[tempistopps]

So, how is your training coming along? Will I be up against a master the next time we fight? It seems that most jedi stop fighting once they reach the rank of knight, some before that even.

[Satine Capashen]

Don't think you're gonna get off that easy. You'll probably fight me again as a Knight. After, that is, my business with Graem is finished, and that might take awhile. Besides, I'm never going to make Mastre with the way I'm going. I'm not the most popular teenager in the Jedi Order...

[tempistopps]

Perhaps not, but for the sake of fighting, good luck.

Tempist finished his gin, and got up to leave.

It's been nice chating with you Alpha, but I have weapons to make, and people to kill. Have a good day.

His sarcastic sense of humor was incorperated into these words, and he left the bar.

[Satine Capashen]

Don't have too good a day Temps. I shall see you on the battlefield one of these days. Or in Rama's sooner than that.