пятница, 25 сентября 2015
[Lessinor]: I know the owner of this cantina, so I sent a request and was granted an entrance
[Lessinor]: He is some big boss over here
[Lessinor]: He is cathar too. Key you must have remembered him
[Keat]: Cathar?... * she frowns then blinks*., wait., is that?...
[Keat]: Nar Shaada.. if I remember... that Champion?
[Lessinor]: The Bounty Hunter. Remember?
[Lessinor]: yup
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[Keat]: *she almost trips then coughs*...y-yea.. .I remember...
[Lessinor]: What's wrong?
[Lessinor]: He was very nice to you * he winks at Keat*
[Zimhara]: *listening to them carefully*
[Keat]: *she makes big eyes at him then sighs*...y-you!... it was YOUR idea...
[Lessinor]: Zima, back on Nar Shadda we met with a bounty hunter I hope you are good with that?
[Lessinor]: Sure it was my idea but we got what we needed and the contact who can help us if we need it
[Zimhara]: I'm here to help you Lessinor
[Keat]: Anyway - it was., whatever, next time.. .YOU go do that.
[Lessinor]: You know we were haunted by assassins and to outbid the most dangerous of them hunters was worth it
[Lessinor]: Heh next time i what?
[Keat]: *she sighs and shakes her head*
[Lessinor]: Sit on his lap? * He laughs*
[Lessinor]: Don't think he'll appreciate
[Keat]: YOU!... *she almost jumps, hissing* I.. I DIDIT do that it was... HE!....and I.. I’ll kill yaaaaaa LEssssss *she growls slightly shaking her fist at him*
[Lessinor]: *He turns to Zima* I want to thank you master Jedi * he smiles* You help was invaluable
Lessinor thanks Zimhara.
[Lessinor]: Sorry for Kea, Zima, She is not always like that
Lessinor pokes Keat.
[Zimhara]: Well I have done nothing, but I hope everything will be fine not because of me
[Zimhara]: I can understand her
[Lessinor]: Do you? Cool! Are you girls going to leave me and go gossiping' He laughs*
[Lessinor]: Let’s come in first
[Keat]: *she makes several deep breaths, then glares at him* I AM.... fine. and you... *she crosses her hands* ..you’re lucky. TODAY.
[Zimhara]: *smiles*
[Lessinor]: I’m lucky most of the time
[Keat]: ...yea sure... *she mumbles something under her breath, glaring at him but not say anything*
[Lessinor]: Come on К I am sure our host have seen our ship had landed
[Keat]: ...Why can't I just stay on ship and., dunno calibrate navicomputer... *she sighs and follows him*
[Lessinor]: Wow look guys here play huttball
[Zimhara]: Hm I don’t know about this game
[Keat]: ..The people run and beat the hell outta each other for the one ball... ow and hutts hold the game, best point there is to kill ball carrier., and so on,, very cruel game...
[Keat]: you must not kick the ball - as hutts don’t have legs so it is violating them., only throw, places such game is held in., usually very unfriendly environment too - you know acid pools, burning pits and so on...
[Lessinor]: He runs down the steps an grabs the ball from the stand*
[Lessinor]:‘Like that *He throws the ball at Keat*
[Keat]: HEEY! She dodges the ball* I’m not a player in this game you know it! and stop it - you said we were going somewhere?
[Lessinor]^ Alright I'll teach you to play later. Ok?
[Lessinor]: We are going sure
[Keat]: I'm not playing this... *she snorts and crosses her hands again* if Zima wants - well it will be her wish.
[Lessinor]: *Sigh* you are no fun К * he smiles*
[Zimhara]: Here it looks funny but if what you say is true... [Keat]: I don’t like acid pits and ball hitting my head.
[Zimhara]: fireworks.^. ^
[Lessinor]: Aren't they great?
[Keat]: Must be a celebration of some sorts today?
[Lessinor]: I wish I knew
[Lessinor]: We should ask
[Lessinor]: We are expected by the owner *He says to the gand* [Zimhara]: *feel something unusual*
[Lessinor]: *Gand checks the list in his data pad and nods* Come in
[Lessinor]: *The music plays and various races drink and have fun in the main hall*
[Zimhara]: *looks around and thinks about her role in this*
[Lessinor]: *he elbows his way through and leads his companions to the bar*
[Lessinor]: Ladies let me by you something. * he starts to talk with the bartender*
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Игры,
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