Tyrn Van Tauren
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Canto Bight, as usual, was a hodge-podge of activity, both legitimate and...well, a little less than legal. Of course, for the Casino Metropolis, such an assortment of transactions was no strange occurrence. Like each individual was clearly and definitively unique from the rest, so too was every deal made known for what it was without apology. Even law-enforcement seemed to disregard their code, participating in some of the more morally ambiguous games of chance such as pit fights.
And while Tyrn did not much like the atmosphere or the clientele of the local businesses, the study of possibility meeting with chaos was something that had intrigued him enough to draw the young man out of his little niche in the Sith Archives. Every dice roll, every dollar invested, every dream crushed beneath the all-encompassing weight of chance seemed to sound a siren's call within the depths of the young Sith's soul. He had no doubt that, were he to play the odds, he would quickly lose all self-control, sinking hopelessly into addiction.
However, he was still able to satisfy the call through observation. For now, watching seemed to provide enough of the thrill, but he knew he couldn't make this a regular thing, or else watching wouldn't be enough. Diminishing Returns ensured that eventuality if he continued, the principle of economics whispering in the back of his head as he witnessed a man collapse into tears and flesh, his soul destroyed as he watched die roll, what small amount of credits he had having been consumed by chance.
Tyrn would frown at that, his brow furrowing in sympathy as he could feel the man's despair through the Force. He wanted to comfort him, but by the cries and the darkness within them, he knew no hand could reach through that mire of sadness. Still, an effort would need to be made, or the Sith knew he would torture himself for hours on end after. Moving around the table, he would kneel by the man, placing a hand on his shoulder, simply being there for him as best he could.
After a brief time, security came to escort him out to his vehicle, and Tyrn was left feeling disheartened and a little disgruntled. So, naturally, he made his way to the bar, whereupon arriving he would seat himself. After a time, he would notice something rather strange, coming from someone who was rather much stranger. The other young man pacing the space, who was seemingly the epicenter of this strangeness, carried himself like someone desiring to go unnoticed, and for that reason, among others, Tyrn had quickly picked him out.
Quietly, the Sith would extend his Force Presence out, a mere tendril, so as to alert the man, but hopefully not alarm him. He was curious, after all, as to why the man had his own Force presence, and one unlike any Tyrn had encountered in quite some time. The last one like this that he'd experienced had been that man who'd begun this madness...
@Vosrik
And while Tyrn did not much like the atmosphere or the clientele of the local businesses, the study of possibility meeting with chaos was something that had intrigued him enough to draw the young man out of his little niche in the Sith Archives. Every dice roll, every dollar invested, every dream crushed beneath the all-encompassing weight of chance seemed to sound a siren's call within the depths of the young Sith's soul. He had no doubt that, were he to play the odds, he would quickly lose all self-control, sinking hopelessly into addiction.
However, he was still able to satisfy the call through observation. For now, watching seemed to provide enough of the thrill, but he knew he couldn't make this a regular thing, or else watching wouldn't be enough. Diminishing Returns ensured that eventuality if he continued, the principle of economics whispering in the back of his head as he witnessed a man collapse into tears and flesh, his soul destroyed as he watched die roll, what small amount of credits he had having been consumed by chance.
Tyrn would frown at that, his brow furrowing in sympathy as he could feel the man's despair through the Force. He wanted to comfort him, but by the cries and the darkness within them, he knew no hand could reach through that mire of sadness. Still, an effort would need to be made, or the Sith knew he would torture himself for hours on end after. Moving around the table, he would kneel by the man, placing a hand on his shoulder, simply being there for him as best he could.
After a brief time, security came to escort him out to his vehicle, and Tyrn was left feeling disheartened and a little disgruntled. So, naturally, he made his way to the bar, whereupon arriving he would seat himself. After a time, he would notice something rather strange, coming from someone who was rather much stranger. The other young man pacing the space, who was seemingly the epicenter of this strangeness, carried himself like someone desiring to go unnoticed, and for that reason, among others, Tyrn had quickly picked him out.
Quietly, the Sith would extend his Force Presence out, a mere tendril, so as to alert the man, but hopefully not alarm him. He was curious, after all, as to why the man had his own Force presence, and one unlike any Tyrn had encountered in quite some time. The last one like this that he'd experienced had been that man who'd begun this madness...
@Vosrik
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