Ahron Harresh
Jun 25th, 2003, 07:54:13 PM
Ahron ducks low, stepping over the threshold and into the Jedi bar without scraping his head or the blade of his weapon against the top of the door. Inside a guard smiled politely, taking the halberd firmly in his grasp.
"You'll have to leave that with me, sir."
Ahron blinks with surprise and pulls it back toward himself, but the guard will not be daunted by this eight foot giant of a man. He yanks back the other way, and a small tug of war ensues; the guard looking frustrated, the newcomer looking...well...WTF'ed. At last the guard wrenches it away, sending a huffy "You'll get it back when you leave" after the giant as he walks in, looking quite lost without the weapon in hand, and looks for a seat, scanning over all the empty chairs as if he hadn't seen them.
Finally he stomps over toward the bar and lowers himself precariously onto a stool, as if it were going to come out from under him at any moment.
"Can I get'cha somethin'?" asks the bartender. Ahron simply stares gloomily back at him. "Ah...I'll just get'cha a bottle of soda. If you don't drink it I won't charge you for it..."
The barkeep walks away with a backward glance over his shoulder. What's this guy, a freak of nature? Eight feet tall, with a body far too wide for his head...or is that just the illusion his armor presents?
"You'll have to leave that with me, sir."
Ahron blinks with surprise and pulls it back toward himself, but the guard will not be daunted by this eight foot giant of a man. He yanks back the other way, and a small tug of war ensues; the guard looking frustrated, the newcomer looking...well...WTF'ed. At last the guard wrenches it away, sending a huffy "You'll get it back when you leave" after the giant as he walks in, looking quite lost without the weapon in hand, and looks for a seat, scanning over all the empty chairs as if he hadn't seen them.
Finally he stomps over toward the bar and lowers himself precariously onto a stool, as if it were going to come out from under him at any moment.
"Can I get'cha somethin'?" asks the bartender. Ahron simply stares gloomily back at him. "Ah...I'll just get'cha a bottle of soda. If you don't drink it I won't charge you for it..."
The barkeep walks away with a backward glance over his shoulder. What's this guy, a freak of nature? Eight feet tall, with a body far too wide for his head...or is that just the illusion his armor presents?