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[Moriarty]

Karasym was sitting at the bar in a cantina on Tatooine. It was night time, and cool out. He rather enjoyed the sunsets on this world as compared to Nar Shadaa. It just seemed more laid back on this world to him. Perhaps it was the rum talking again.

"Give me another," he said. He was still angry and sad anout the death of his father, but not enough to get drunk. He wasn't like that. He simply wanted to enjoy a few bottles. He looked around at the patrons, feeling something was out of place. He couldn't place his fingers on it, but there was something odd. It was a pressence he hadn't felt often, but one he was able to recognize easily; Demoly.

 

[Dread]

Colored lights, covered by a glassy thermoplastic, always annoyed Demoly. Pasty skin like hers hued in phosphorescent lighting more then most; this time the bar happened to glow in a rich red, one so lurid that even the darkest of blacks appeared to radiate the coloration off their surfaces.

With a silver cloak, a matching top/skirt, and a sewed in belt to carry her single curve hilted lightsaber, the bars signature set up of lights only magnified her presence. One thing about it that didn't bother her was that her hair came off more rich then usual, and her amber eyes glowed in the color so magnificently that even the prince of darkness might of mistaken her for a minion of his own.

Being seen as a ethereal being of darkness wouldn't be a far fetched concept, as she being alike to one might not be far from the truth; she was in the bar only to rest before she went on a bloody quest. People had to pay for their crimes, and these particular peoples crime happened to be killing one of her contacts on Tatooine. It wasn't a rare occurrence, and normally handled in a pack, but Demoly sometimes ran off on her own against the wishes of others. Peoples opinions did little to steer her off her own.

As she drifted through the bar she found more then the lights snatching her attention away, but the presences of another being she had encountered a few times... maybe a few too many for her liking. Karasym was one she had never gotten along with. Demoly carried herself with pride, a ego that edged dangerously close to narcissism, and a fiery personality to make it worse. Sometimes she didn't mesh well with others. That, however, did little to dissuade her from approaching Karasym.

Sitting, Demoly found a stool just beside Karasym. She spun to the side, leaning her left elbow on the counter top to prop up her head as she rested her cheek on hands palm to face him. Before the bar tender noticed his new costumer, Demoly greeted Karasym in her own unique way, "Well, you look like hell."

 

[Moriarty]

"Feel like hell a little. It's been awhile, Demoly," Karasym said. He looked her up and down, taking in her appearence. She was an attractive woman, but he found her to be arrogant and prideful. He didn't like to work with many people, but he didn't care if he travelled with her for a few days or so. Those in the Animus, when it was still around, usually had each others' backs in sticky situations. Same applied for him.

"What brings you to this slab of daytime hell?" He asked. There wasn't any need to be rude or threatening. She hadn't done anything wrong.

 

[Dread]

A smirk grew across her face, into one of a amusement. At lest Karasym was a good sport even if he was seemly in a bad mood of some sort. Demoly appreciated the effort on his part.

Her right hand lifted from her hip, traveling to Karasym's back to give him a few good hard pats. "At lest your honest." A playful giggle escaped her lips well her grin transformed into a warm smile. By then the bar tender had noticed her and walked up, asking if she wanted a drink.

"Just one of those green martinis, whatever you call them here." The bar tender laughed fakely before nodding, mixing up the drink for the young women then placing it in front of her.

"Business trip," Her answer was a half-truth, it was, in a way, slightly true. The cults business was that of killing. However, she was more interested in why he was here, "So what brings you here, making yourself look worse...and wheres your pack?"

 

[Moriarty]

"The pack doesn't exactly know I'm here. I came to learn more of a certain individual. And also to try and contact 'father' one last time," Karasym said. His mission was more of a personnal one, though. He wanted to learn more about someone named Lane. If what he read about himself in his holocron was true, this man was the difference in life and death for him. He took another guld of his drink.

"You know, their drinks aren't half that bad," he said as he turned around in his chair and leaned against the bar.

 

[Dread]

Out of everything, Demoly took note of Karasym's words about 'father' but decided to take a drink first. Her thumb and pointer picked the drink up, and she took the smallest of sips with a delicate amount of pressure on the glasses side. In a slight twist, her lips moved to the side and her eyes blinked a few times as she spun the glass around to make the contents swirl; she was joking around, making a 'hmm is this good enough?' kind of expression, to play around with Karasym. "Their alright."

After she was done messing around she leaned in partly, so she could hear Karasym a bit better, and so her next question would get across even if spoken with the softest of voices in caution, "Care to explain what you meant about contacting father? I, myself, could live without such a experience with him, but the idea intrigues me." It was true, Demoly had been loyal to Ledo, but her experience with him had been one that was brutal.

 

[Moriarty]

"Tatooine is a thresh hold for the force. Most people choose to ignore the fact and play it off as another desert world meant for trading and rest. I have a theory that I might be able to contact father in the netherworld of the force by using the force. It'd take massive amounts of meditation, but I think it's possible. Holocrons usually work as well in force hot-spots like here," he explained.

"Besides, I never really got to speak with him as son-to-father. I have questions I need answers to," he said on a side note.