Fortune of Coruscant [ASK/INVITE]

[Endling vas Precious]

What a week that was.

Getting abonnded on Nar Shaddaa, spending almost half of her money on a stupid ship modulator, finding one, and then finally making it back to Coruscant. Va'tu let out a heavy sigh as she stretched her tired limbs. The day had just begun, fresh dust had stirred about the ground and the streets were alive with the sound of heavy feet.

It was a day for inspiration and growth, reflection and admiration. Maybe today she would finally finish that book, start a new one, or perhaps just write down random words of thought. Whichever, Va'tu was looking forward to finding a nice place in the market to write.

The lively streets of Coruscant beamed with ethereal light and the alien feel of technology old and new. She walked past the slums, through the various alleys of putrid, forgotten waste, and finally through the open streets of the market. Bustling and alive, as if organic and sporting its own pair or iron-lungs, the market was a enthralling place. However, she had to be wary. Easily confused by her montrals, she had to focus intently on her tasks; it was draining at times.

She had the perfect spot. Raised slightly for observation, the stony ledge was cool and calmed her heated skin. There she sat, writing tablet in hand, pen in the other. The fruits of her imagination would almost always spill out onto her pages, and often they were later stowed away in her 'good thoughts box', which she would consider for a book or small collection of poetry.

The Togruta yawned, barring sharp teeth momentarily, before resuming her work. She wanted to meet someone interesting today, she yearned for a good conversation.

 

[WiresAndCallouses]

Danute lightly pinched at the skin on the back of her left hand. She was beginning to nod off again, and that certainly wasn't a wise thing to do near a crowded street. It was bad enough that she looked so strained and venerable; although, that is indeed what she was at the moment. It had been three days since she had last had a customer, and she barely made the money she had been paid then last for as long as it had. Even though she was exhausted, she knew that getting something in her stomach soon was a bigger priority.

Her vision began to dull, and before she knew it, Danute was already half asleep. The poor Miralukan girl was so out of it, she didn't even notice the Togruta sit only a few paces away from where she was curled up. Danute shook herself awake, and, frowning a bit, she pinched at her hand again. This time, though, she had pinched a bit harder than she had meant to, and she gave out a small yelp of pain. Sighing, she thought to herself, "Well, at least I am more awake now."

 

[Endling vas Precious]

What the.... Va'tu thought momentarily to herself as a squeak erupted from beside her. There was a bundle of clothes, dirty clothes, beside her, and to her surprise, they were alive. Filled with oxygen and flesh, it seemed unsure of its location. They let out a small yawn and sniffled. Va'tu was curious now.

Upon further investigation, she realized the bundle of mysterious clothes was really a Miralukan girl. Her 'eyes' and head were covered in a scarf, but she could see by the light of the day that she was pale, almost sickly in appearance. Va'tu got on her hands and knees and inspected the girl further, almost reaching out to touch her. She couldn't tell if the girl was asleep, but she appeared to be lost in deep thought or had fallen under the Sandman's spell. Not being exceptionally fluent in basic, Va'tu could still hold decent conversations and express deep thought, but her grammar and vocabulary could use some tweaking.

"Hello?" She asked softly, and shook the girl's bony ankle.

 

[WiresAndCallouses]

Giving a small yelp of surprise, Danute instinctively pulled her ankle away from whoever had grabbed at it. Her senses were still a bit fogged, but at least she was now awake.

Eying the stranger with no small show of caution, the frail fortune teller took a moment to consider just what exactly this stranger was. Never having seen anything the likes of this person before, Danute was almost in awe. Only almost, though, as strange, unfamiliar species were commonplace in a city as big as Coruscant.

Danute had only ever heard of one kind of species with montrals like the kind this strange person sported, though she couldn't quite place what they had been called. She racked her brain and tried to concentrate on a name. She knew that she had heard of them somewhere before...

"To- Togru- Togruru?" Danute stammered, trying to recall the name of the strangers species in the Galactic Basic tongue. She made no attempt to get any closer to them as she tried to work her way around the words; instead, she curled up into a tighter ball, with her back against the wall.

 

[Endling vas Precious]

Va'tu smiled at the girls attempt at saying her specie's name.

"Togruta." She said with a sure and gentle voice, although it was hard, seeing as her speech was thickened with predatory clicks and growls from her native tongue. She looked over the girl with pity, she looked hungry, weak, and especially frail. Maybe this was the way her race was supposed to look? Va'tu didn't know very much about Miralukans, they were a secluded peoples and usually kept to themselves, much like her own. Remembering something in her bag, she quickly shuffled back over to her previous vantage point and rummaged around its contents until she found what she was looking for.

She placed a package on the girls lap, which contained a slice of munch-fungus bread and two kebabs of gruuvan shaal. Although it was Twi'lek food, Va'tu had a certain fondness for it. And it wasn't very uncommon in Coruscant.

She sat with her legs crossed and waited patiently for the girl to eat.

 

[WiresAndCallouses]

Danute gaped in astonishment at the package before her for a moment. After gathering her thoughts together again, she shook her head and gently shoved the food back towards the well-meaning Togruta.

"Th-thank you, but it is alright. I am, ah, feeling fine for food, yes?" the small, shivering girl murmured. She wiped her gloved hands off on her robe absentmindedly; an unconscious reaction she had whenever she touched anything new or foreign to her.

Looking away from the stranger, Danute added, "I do not take from people without giving back something. It is not..." she paused, looking for the right word. "Prosperous? Er, uhm, no. Proper. Yes, it is not a proper thing to be done." she finished, happy that she had been able to find the right word.

 

[Endling vas Precious]

Va'tu was dumbfounded. It wasn't everyday that somebody turned down Gruuvan Shaal. She pushed the food back towards the Miraluka.

"I don't care if it is not proper, but it is moral thing to do," Va'tu looked at the girl, her own amber eyes now thoughtful slits, "if you won't accept, then maybe you can do something for me? I won't leave until you eat." The Togruta gave the girl a pat on the leg. She was so small. Va'tu guessed she would tower over the young Miralukan, she looked to be only five foot. It was then that she realized they weren't even on a first name basis.

"I am Va'tu N'taa." She said, placing a hand to her chest. The girl shivered momentairly from a especially cold, morning breeze. Va'tu removed her long, thick dust cape and gently placed it over the girl. Even though it could get especially hot in Coruscant, and even in the market from all the machines and over-heated technology, an icy breeze or two would always find its way through.

 

[WiresAndCallouses]

Danute nodded slowly at the mention of Va'tu's name. "Vaah'Tooo Nnn'Taah?" she asked, without expecting much of an answer. She often liked to try out new words right when she first heard of them.

Clicking her tongue, Danute shook her head more vigorously at the offer of free food. She eyed the package hungrily as she passed it back, saying, "I am afraid it is only way. You have worked hard for this food; it would not be right if I did not do same as you." Danute reluctantly wrapped the cape she had just been given around her tightly, muttering a small, but grateful, "I thank you kindly, sister Va'tu."

 

[Endling vas Precious]

Va'tu nodded.

"I need help with the droid I am working on. In exchange I offer you food and shelter."

The droid Va'tu was working was nothing more than an extra pair of hands. She needed the help with gathering useful information, let alone a nice back-rub once in a while would be nice. The Miralukan looked intelligent, filled with wisdom. It had been a while since the Togruta had someone to socialize with, it would be nice to fill her small living space with conversation.

"And your name?" Va'tu asked.

 

[Who Wrecks?]

Street art was the last pure form of expression. The only artform that had not been perverted by corporate greed, and twisted and bent into the shape that would best advertise and induce the consumption of merchandise. Street art was not just an occupation, or a way to pass the countless hours Xavier spent on these dirty streets. It was a way of life. It was Xavier's life.

Although fairly average in stature, with the assistance of a common soapbox, Xavier towered above the small crowd that had congregated. His booming voice, his stage voice rather, echoed down the alley ways as if he was summoning the most vile, dirty, and banished creatures that the concrete wasteland had to offer.

"Ladies and Gentlement! Creatures and visitors of all shapes, sizes, colors, and creeds! I beseech thee!"

He rolled his eyes at his own dramatic introduction. He had a habit of 'over-doing' things. It was kinda his gimmick. And as such, he leapt from his soapbox, flipping face first in the air, only to land on his hands before he began to speak again.

"You have come to witness a show that some would consider the greatest display of raw power and influence this side of the galaxy! Thousands have searched the endless cosmos for a small taste! Generations have been named after me in order to honor my name! BEHOLD!"
Obviously none of it was true, because the young human looked no older than twenty five. Quite young to have achieved so much.