Private Dinner between me and Dakar

[Lord Sith Homer]

" i sit down in a crowded resturant many people are looking at me like ive done something wrong i feel a bit uneasy i wait for my old friend dakar to down in for our meal"

[Lord Dakar]

i also sit

i kept the lite saber so whats for dinner

[Lord Sith Homer]

"Dakar Dakar Dakar you can eat whatever you want its my treat i have got lucky in the past few days so its been a while what have you been doing"

I feel a lot less nervous now with my old friend present

[Lord Dakar]

i have been searching for vader he has still not replied
i pick up a menu i will have 5 naboo fish stacks with earth chips

[Lord Sith Homer]

"lol you always did eat like a kid ill just have a glass of ale my good man"

"so i hear your following in my foot steps and becomeing a sith trainee hows that going"

[Lord Dakar]

I HAVE ATTACKED Lored Rivin

[Lord Sith Homer]

ooc:keep in character please i check other posts"

"so i trust your training is going well?"

[Lord Dakar]

ic lord homer are we having desert

[Lord Sith Homer]

"dakar our main course hasnt arrived lets talk about you.You have a special women if your life?"

[Lord Dakar]

yes but i do not kiss and tell i will have the naboo special

[Lord Sith Homer]

"wise choice Come on Dakar you dark horse"

[Lord Dakar]

ooc homer help me kill recoom plz,plz,plz

[Lilaena De'Ville]

ooc: Is this a closed RP between only you two? If so, it is in the wrong forum. Let me know so i can move it for you. /ic:

[Death Knight Lord of Sith]

i watches the meel between my too old frendz and laughs like a sissy gurl

it wuz funneh or so night thot.

he wuz @ a tble besid thm. he spok ... i kill jedi 2.

[Lord Sith Homer]

erm actually ill make it open with in reason but where should it be for future reference

[Lord Dakar]

ooc any one can comewith in reason

ic i dinner ha arived
you will lose what mussel you have left just dricking

[Force Master Hunter]

"You have got to be kidding me! This isnt soup, it's spew!"

"Pardon?"

At a corner table, there was a fairly large man. Dark hair, black coat. Built more like an outhouse than a normal human. He was at present sipping on a cup of latte and listening to a developing argument on a table next to him. The latte was pretty good really. The soup, as he saw, certainly smelt allright too. No where near as offensive as the woman was saying.

"It is cold and it is got these chucks of somethign I cant identify in it" she said to the waiter.

"But Madam, you must be mistaken"

"I am not mistaken" she said.

"You are not mistaken" replied the waiter, liek a robot.

"I want my money back"

"I'll get you your money"

Hunter nearly choked with laughter, barely managing to contain his mirth. Oh so that's what she was up to!

"What's so funny?"

Hunter turned and glanced at the woman. "Do you do that all the time? Nice trick really"

[Lord Dakar]

this is delish ceap it coming

[Madame]

Madame looked at him with a playful smirk. She had been caught, actually the soup hadn't been bad at all. But she was a rather fiesty one and when she could get her way with a little Force push, she would take advantage. Besides, the idiot waiter did know any thing, he was nothing but a mindless, two-bit college brat trying to make a living.

She looked at the man more closely, he was well...rather intriguing.

She smiled. "Thanks, I do try. Would you care to join me? Perhaps, I can get your money back as well." She gave him a wink.

[Lord Dakar]

how do you belive you are speacking to
i am not in the mood to speack unless i get smothing

[Force Master Hunter]

"Dont mind if I do" he said, picking up his cup and transferring to her table. Not bad really - pretty, dark hair and eyes. And if he had it right...

"Dark Side, if I'm not mistaken?" he asked of the woman. "Name's Hunter. I'm a dealer in rare weapons, thief, scoundrel and so on and so forth. Special discounts if said weapons are to be used on Jedi and other assorted fools. What brings you to this crap heap of a cafe, apart from screwing with people's minds?"

[Lord Dakar]

rare wepona you say come sit with us what are you having

[Lord Sith Homer]

"Dakar shhhh his kinds arent to be trusted leave him to it"

[Lord Dakar]

dont tell me what to do (in a wisper)
come hear good man so what ca i get you?

[Lord Sith Homer]

"In whipser dont blame me if where in a fight"

[Lord Dakar]

a fight in a nice place lick this for desert i will have 1 banane split and 5 donuts with choclet saus how about you

[Death Knight Lord of Sith]

fight? he loked @ homar

he say.. u caint fight?

he sow dakar make his order...

i like earth pizza. i wnt sum 2

[Madame]

Originally posted by Force Master Hunter
"Dont mind if I do" he said, picking up his cup and transferring to her table. Not bad really - pretty, dark hair and eyes. And if he had it right...

"Dark Side, if I'm not mistaken?" he asked of the woman. "Name's Hunter. I'm a dealer in rare weapons, thief, scoundrel and so on and so forth. Special discounts if said weapons are to be used on Jedi and other assorted fools. What brings you to this crap heap of a cafe, apart from screwing with people's minds?"

Madame clad in her tight black leathers, had an assortment of daggars on her. Nine to be exact, she smiled. "Yes, I'm a Darksider and I'm always up for a good fight with a Jedi or anyone who gives me trouble. Hmmm, you may have yourself a new customer, Hunter. I have been in the market for a lightsabre crystal and a bowcaster."

She smirked. "You are right, this place is a dump, don't even know why I bothered. But, it does give me practice on my Force abilities."

[AnakinBoi55]

I stop at the restarant and sit at a table. I am going to buy a glass of whiskey but I stop, I can feel somewhere there is the DARK SIDE in here. I look around very serious.y

[Quay'Na Rakai]

"I'm hungry, Master." Quay'Na Rakai-Scott announced as she and her master, Marcus Elessar were just passing by a small cafe.

The Padawan had recently turned ravenous within the past two days and seemed not to be able to get enough to eat. The fact that she was pregnant and that during these two days she hadn't thrown up, enraged her hunger even more.

"I'm starving! I need chocolate!" She finally told him again as she thought he was going to walk right by. "That sub I had an hour ago, didn't last, Master and I'll be famished by the time we get back to Dexter's." She said as she stopped and gave him a pleading look.

[Marcus Telcontar]

I'm glad I missed all of this with Helenias

Marcus glanced at the cafe, then had a bit of a sniff of the smells coming from inside. Some were quite agreeable. some were a bit no so... but the smell of the brew was awesome. "Allright - I dont really see why not. I can contiune what we were talking about in here - thinking about it, it would be best over a cup of brew too"

He opened the door for his Padawan, allowing her to enter first. Inside was pretty nicely lit, crowded, a bit noisy.

"Grab a seat. I'll order"

[Quay'Na Rakai]

"Thanks, Master." She told him as she looked about the busy cafe and took a seat near the window.

Her stomach growled. Quay was utterly surprised by how fast her appetite came back, since her sickness had laid off a bit.

Her new master was quickly learning about her chocolate cravings and pretty much knew what was needed when one hit.

[Marcus Telcontar]

Chocolate. Just what the hell was it with that stuff and women? Helenias was a damn freak for the stuff. Knew all the right names and all the flavours - it was mind boggling. She also had access to some varieties that would blow your boots off.

Interesting mental picture really. Boots being blown off. what woud happen to the feet in said boots?

"Excuse me? sir?"

He blinked, then put his mind back on track. "Two brews and ummm.... you got chocolate cake here?"

"Yes sir, we even have Cad'berry double Kaut formula with one and a half glasses of full flavour nerf milk"

WHAT THE...... ? "Make that two of that as well. Over there by the window when it's ready"

He went to the seat and sat down opposite of quay. "Mind if I ask something? what is it with women and chocolate? You, Helenias, Xazor... chocolate fiends. You mind explaining?"

[Quay'Na Rakai]

The Padawan shrugged. "It has to do with our chemistry, Master. It's a must and dire need, especially when a females hormones are on the brink of imploding. Pregnancy is a big hormonal change and our bodies crave some chemical in chocolate. Besides, I'd rather be eating chocolate instead of hurling my guts in alleyways. That is just not fun."

Quay'Na cringed at the thought.

[Marcus Telcontar]

"I suppose you have a point there"

He looked out at the window, contemplating the sideways, the people passing by and also the speeders.

"While we are waiting, why dont we continue the exercise we were doing before. I want you to feel the flow of the Force, feel what is happening and sense emotions of those around us. Feel their intent. are they happy? sad? angry? Try to feel why"

[Saccharine Jones]

From near the counter came the clatter of breaking glass, followed by the high-pitched yell of one very embarrassed young woman. "Oh Golly!"

Saccharine immediately dropped to her feet, trying to pick up the larger pieces of the broken glass, her normally-lethal hands shielded by new heat deflecting gloves. Heat deflecting, yes.

Glass deflecting.... no.

"Ow!" She yelled, clutching the bleeding hand to her chest instinctively, smearing a bright red stain on the front of her smart pink blouse. As she pressed the wound shut, trying to stem the flow of the liquid now seeping onto her pleated skirt, Saccharine looked down to see a pair of shoes.

Shoes that belonged to the owner of the cafe.

Saccharine looked up at the stony-faced Rodian, her eyes brimming with tears, both of pain and of embarrassment. "I'm so sorry, mister! I... I didn't mean to! I'll pay you for the glass, for everything!"

Even the promise of money could not sway the mind of the angry owner, and after a long string of untranslatable phrases in his own language, he switched to Standard.

"Get out! Don't come back!"

[Mervyn Wyrojii]

Ah-HA! A group of peole in a place where they spend money on things! The dollar signs sprang up in Mervyn's eyes as he saw the cafe, and the tacky cizerack rushed inside, his suitcase in tow.

Not bothering to notice the "no soliciting sign, he quickly dropped the case's accordion stand and opened it up to reveal an assortment of eclectic goods that couldn't possibly have fit inside when it was closed.

Straightening his ketchup-red and mustard-yellow striped tie, and then his sombrero, the male cizerack began tapping his foot and waving his arms wldly as he broke into his sales pitch.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to myself, the great Mervyn Wyrojii! I know what you're thinking, 'What could I have done to possibly make myself worh his company?' but here I am, ready to offer you the deals of a lifetime!"

Looking to Dakar, he held up a massive rocket launcher that he pulled out of the small suitcase. "You there sir! Yes, you! You look like you appreciate a great weapon! I've got just the thing for you! The Alomsolat XR-83 multi-purpose atomic rocket launcher and freeze ray! Blows them up then freezes the bits, or vice versa? What do you say to that? You say "Yes I'll take three!" That's what!"

Stuffing his arm back into the suitcase, he withdrew a book called "Guide to Women" and thrust it into Marcus's face. "And you, sir! I could not help but feel your pain! You have no idea how to deal with women, do you? Well, this book, written by experts in the field, explains everything! Understand why she doesn't say anything, why she asks if those pants make her look fat, and most importantly, why she needs cocolate! Act now and I'll throw in this handy dandy turkey baster, sure to score points with the little lady in your life!"

As soon as that was done, the plaid-clad cizerack carried on his sales pick to the angsty young man with the curly hair. "You there! You look like you could use some help proving who you are! Lucky for you I have this handy dandy home paternity test kit so you when somebody asks, 'who's your daddy?' you can prove it to them!"

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[Saccharine Jones]

Saccharine stood up, and began backing away from the angry Rodain, who had returned to hurling miscelaneous insults in his own tongue at the shy, crying young woman. Frightened, and clutching her bleeding, gloved hand to her chest, she began to back away from him, only to run into...

A Cizerack?

"Excuse me..." In a moment of confusion, the light-headded feeling of the sight of her own blood, she glanced back at the owner, then back at the Cizerack in front of her.

It seemed like slow motion; Firstly, Saccharine bumping into him, then loosing her balance, then tripping... and somehow, she was on the floor once again, still crying, still bleeding, and now most certainly gaining the attention of at least most of the dining crowd.

[Quay'Na Rakai]

Quay nodded and was just about to begin the exercise when she heard the crash. It took her gaze to the young woman who seemed rather embarrasses at the moment, so she diverted her attention to...the cizerack that just seemed to appear out of no where.

She watched in amazement, how he pulled the rocket launcher out. "How in the frell did he do..." Another moment later, the guy thrust a book in front of her master.

Quay'Na smirked and held back a giggle. This guy was crazy, but humorous as well. It wasn't a moment, later that he moved on telling someone else about a paternity testing kit.

"Sales pitches, I wonder if he ever does actually sell anything, Master." She whispered with an amused look on her face. She did however feel sorry for the younger woman, who just wasn't having a good day. "She just needs to tell that Rodian off even if he is her boss. What kind of good work relationship is going to come of that?"

[Marcus Telcontar]

"Good grief a turkey baster? what the hell would my lady want with that?" Marcus replied, bemused and confused. "Oh... thanks" he added as another waitress plonked the cakes and the brew in front of them. He paid, before turning his attention to the cake. It certainly smelt good.

"Well,", changing his thought track to the poor waitress, "how about we brighten her day?"

The Lost Jedi Master got up, brew in hand, wandered over to where the Rodian was still dissing out his waitress. "excuse me, something wrong?"

"YOU STAY OUT OF THIS!!"

"Tsk tsk. You dont want to have that attitude to me. That really isnt a good thing - is it now?" He leaned forward, just allowing his cloak to part. The rodian's eyes, one moment filled with anger, suddenly went wide and became pools of fear.

"Your not a..."

"No. I'm not" he said softly. "I'm worse. Trust me on this, you want to give the girl a pay rise"

"I want to give the girl a pay rise" the Rodian repeated mechanically

"You want to give her a promotion"

"She's a good worker, I think I'll promote her"

"Youu want to be nice and give her first aid and do what she says from now on"

The rodian glanced at his waitress, his eyes almost bulging out of his skull. "MY GODS! YOUR HURT!!! LET ME HELP YOU!!!!!!"

Marcus laughed softly, before turning and walking back to his seat with Quay. at which point he sat down, took a sip of his brew and said "Tell me. Do you think that if a guy who looks like a hobo stands up and uses the force with the sheer power of a Jedi Master, do you think every Dark Sider in the room would have a level 10 alert go off in thier heads? How many of them do you sense in return?"

[Quay'Na Rakai]

Quay'Na watched her master in amusement as he took heed to the growing situation between the waitress and the owner.

But, just as she had been paying attention to that her senses had perked, there was darkness here.

She nodded to his comment once he returned and had most definitely felt the presence of three. In a non-chalant whisper, while she looked at her cake she answered. "Three, that I picked up on."

She took a bite, it melted in her mouth. Deep down she knew if she didn't quickly enhale this chocolate dream, she wouldn't be able to. "So, what's on your agenda, Master?" She asked quietly after she swallowed and took a drink.

[Marcus Telcontar]

"Five actually" he corrected. "three that are basically untrained. One whom isnt really more than a novice. The other...."

He took a bite out of the cake. Hmmm. Maybe the girls had a good point. It was wonderful.

".... Is a problem. But my plan right now is to sit here and relax. If they take interest in us my plan is simple". He moved slightly so that quay could see the handle of the rail gun peeked through his cloak. "External blood ventelation"

[Jhyx]

A weight suddenly could be felt on the man's shoulders, and a tail draped lazily around the back of his covered neck as the small creature that'd just taken up residence atop the new perch situated himself more comfortably.

The little creature, an Isnik, to be exact, hadn't been seen for quite some time, and if you'd asked him where he had been, his answer would have more than likely been a long-winded tale of dashing, daring, and very made-up heroics.

But now he was back. And just in time, it seemed, for some fun. With narrowed, beady eyes, and ears twitching back and forth, he gave a murmur from the corner of his mouth, his voice a gruff, gravelly growl. "There be enough, lad, to give us a good challenge. But I know we can take 'em. Just remember everything I've taught - oooh, is that chocolate cake???"

[Marcus Telcontar]

The Jedi was certainly caught unawares. He spluttered, choking on his brew, before recovering and snatching the creature off his head.

"Who in the name of the Force are you??" he asked. Matters were not helped wiht quay looking like she could begin laughing any second. "No, let me ask a different question first. WHAT in the force are you and when was the last time you washed? Did you roll in a Hutt dinner? Where you even a Hutt dinner at one point? You small enough....."

Then he had a cruel idea.

"Hey... sales guy! This chappy here wants to buy FOUR of those books!"

[Jhyx]

Well now how rude was that?!

A hutt dinner. HMPH.

Obviously there would be no kindness from the likes of a mysterious hooded bum, but still. His eyes perked up though, at the mention of books.

"Books?! Oh I positively LOVE books!"

Wiry body squirming in the man's grasp, Jhyx craned his neck for a better view of wherever the stranger with the books was, little ears facing forward with keen interest. "I love a good book," his eyes turned to the hooded man, "don't you?"

[Lord Sith Homer]

"I stand up from my sit look over at Dakar and walk out"

[Quay'Na Rakai]

The Padawan had just taken another drink as the little fellow jumped on her masters' back. Even more amused now than before, Quay giggles and tries to conceal the laughter and her mouthfull of brew with her hand, but is unable too.

Seconds later, unable to swallow, Quay spews the liquid all over the window. Which makes her laugh even harder as she clamps her hand over her mouth.

[Lord Dakar]

i stand and follow leting the power of evil flow free in me