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[Soleil Altan]

Soleil actually frowned a little. Never seen an ocean? He couldn't imagine never seeing it, wave and tide glittering in the sun of day, a moving black mirror in the dark of night. Sol understood that city planet dwellers didn't get to see them, but for ocean boy, it was still sad. He quietly decided to fix that someday when he had his own ship or something. Definitely was going to visit more oceans himself when that happened.

His eyes returned to the cityscape when Ailis answered, trying to imagine what flying the skylanes of Coruscant would be like. Ailis seemed deep in thought over it and Sol felt no need to interrupt, chewing through his porg strip while he listened. He had to agree, life can change really fast. Sol had a pensive expression by the time Ailis snapped from her wistful daze, turning to look at her and returning her little smile. <Don't apologize> he signed, shrugging, not minding her short tangent whatsoever.

It took him all of two seconds to come up with an answer. <Fish. Sashimi or fried.>One of the reasons he liked Drommund Kaas was they still had bodies of water and, thus, fish. <I used to live by the sea, so I'm used to it.>River eel was always good. He chewed thoughtfully on a fry.

<What brought you to Taris?> was his question, spurred by Ailis' retrospection about Coruscant. She seemed in a thoughtful mood and Soleil was curious.

@Arcangel

 

[Ailis Drast]

Ailis gave a small nod as Sol told her not to apologize. She smiled at his mention of sashimi. "There was a Mon Cala sushi joint on level 1314 that I liked back home." She said with a grin. She remembered riding up to get noodles and sushi there sometimes when she had the money and the time. "Oh cool." She thought about what it would be like, to live next to water, that you could go in! That would be cool, so long as there weren't any sharks. Or maybe if there where sharks.

Her imagination wandered for a moment before she saw him sign his question. "I grew up in the lower levels of Coruscant... " She started her answer, thinking about it for a moment, weighing what details of her life to divulge to him. "There was no future there, except gangbanging and pushing dope." And thats exactly where her life had been heading, what she had been doing. "I discovered my... connection, to the force, in a street fight. Got jumped and somehow... I pushed one of the guys over the ledge that was meters away." She shook her head. Her life had changed that day...

"That meant the options were Jedi or Sith." She looked at him before turning her nose up towards the skyline and presenting a snooty nose in the air expression. "And the Jedi sound like a bunch of pious prudish pricks." She maintained the serious pose for a moment before bursting into a laugh, rocking slightly there on the edge as she grabbed her sides. Gods she was funny.

"Well I'm about as rotten as rotten of a person you can get, so the Sith seemed like the right fit." Her expression downcast for a moment as she thought about herself, just how much she belonged there. But that wasn't a bad thing was it. She might be a wretched thing... but with the Sith she could grow into something greater. "That and the like... The power, its exciting." She giggled a little bit about that. The Jedi just sat around in dusty temples as far as she was concerned. The Sith ruled an empire. How cool was that.

"How about you, what brought you to the Sith?" She asked her question as she looked curiously at the boy and wondered what secrets he held.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Soleil Altan]

His fingers tapped on the roof's edge, wondering what Mon Cala-style sushi was like. Sadly, imported fish was expensive and Drommund Kaas didn't have a proper ocean so he mostly, uh, appropriated his seafood snacks. Sol was pretty sure he'd die without dried squid. <Literally> he added with a smirk at her 'cool' comment.

Sol listened to Ailis' story, head cocked slightly in her direction while she spoke. It wasn't a cheerful story in the least, but then, he hadn't expected one. Sith didn't often come to be from happy lives. His eyes widened some as she mentioned the street fight and throwing a person from a ledge, but not from alarm. Moreso curious interest in the story itself. Every one of them was so vastly different, Sol never quite knew what to expect.

His expression shifted smoothly after Ailis' joke, an easy, bent smile that looked like it'd almost become breezy laughter, apples of his cheeks curling up toward his eyes at her giggling voice. It became something wryly thoughtful after the next bits of commentary. Sol leaned over and lightly elbowed her good-naturedly, playful smirk in place as he signed <Being bad ain't that bad.> with lazy motions. <'Sides, your humor's plenty good.>

There was only a nod of agreement about 'power'. It led pretty well into Ailis' own question and, of course, the Wrean's answer. He hesitated for a moment, or perhaps he was thinking. Either way, his hands stilled for several seconds as he looked over the city, brow furrowing. <Promise for something better> he started.

<Used to live on Lorrd as a kid, fishing district. Dirt poor, me and mom. I did rotten things to get by.> A finger flicked the food bag. <Stealing, pick-pocketing. Worse stuff.> His thoughts briefly turned to the little knives he always kept on him, and why. <Tried to lift from someone who turned out to be Sith.> Soleil stuck his tongue out as if it was a common and minor mistake to make and not potentially life-ending, although there was a tenseness around his eyes. <I'd been using the Force unconsciously to avoid notice and stuff.>

Soleil rubbed a hand against his neck, stretching it a little before continuing. <Stole a chance to claw out of the fucking gutter, so I'm going for it.> Another pause. <Still miss the sea.> he added, looking pointedly at the gray-and-neon cityscape. Banishing his wistful look he turned to look at Ailis with a small, languid smile. <Now I'm reading in libraries and hanging on rooftops with cute party girls. Much improved, yeah?> Both things he genuinely enjoyed so far.

He ate another few fries before pulling a canteen of water from his belt, sipping from it, and offering it to Ailis. His legs kicked lightly off the edge. Sol wasn't generally that talkative, but Ailis seemed like she'd kinda get it. Whatever her choice over the water he'd put it away after and ask the next question, watching the speeders and swoops fly by beneath them.

<What's something you're good at? Besides Mando Strike.>

@Arcangel

 

[Ailis Drast]

Ailis watched Sol's hands sign out assurance that being bad wasn't that bad. Maybe it wasn't but there was always the ... guilt? That was supposed to come with doing bad things. Sometimes she felt so removed from her actions that hurt people. It was then that Sol signed of his reason for joining the Sith and the story behind it.

Promise for something better.

"To crawling out of the gutter." She laughed a little bit as she held out a fist for Sol to bump. Promise for something better was definitely a good summary of why she had joined the Sith. Why a lot of people joined the Sith. There was also the power of course. It seemed they had lived similar lives, at least in their circumstances. She glanced at his face as he signed about libraries and cute party girls. "I'm not just a cute party girl you know." She said after a moment.

Ailis accepted the water canteen from Sol, washing down her food with a quick swig. The fast food was greasy and salty and she resisted the urge to chug the water down, handing it back to Sol instead. "Well there's plenty of things I'm good at, though Mando Strike probably takes top place." She started with a small laugh before thinking for a moment. And then a bit longer as she struggled to come up with anything significant that didn't add to the party girl persona. "Umm. I can hotwire a speeder." She finally said after a moment with a small laugh.

She looked at Sol for a moment before getting a little mischief in her eyes. "My questions is... What aren't you good at?" A little smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth as she asked that.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Soleil Altan]

Soleil bumped fists with an amused half-grin and a casual nod. The gutter was no good place to be, even if the new life that came after wasn't easy either. The silent acolyte wasn't about to start complaining about it, though. He blinked at what she said next, expression otherwise settling on a sort of mildly bemused blank. So far she'd given him only a couple of interests to work with for nicknames.

<No shit. That's where we met though.> It didn't occur to him there might be some issue on Ailis' part with that information or the way it might come off the way he'd phrased it. <You're cool to hang with, Ailis.>

Sol took back the canteen and replaced the top, finding his own shoes interesting for a while until Ailis piped up again. His brows slightly rose with interest as she began and... Had to think about it. Dark brows furrowed, one questioningly raised while Ailis did whatever mental inventory she was going through. What she finally settled on got a mischievously thoughtful smirk from Sol, a spark behind his eyes.

The moment Ailis asked her own question Soleil's lips twitched upward as if suppressing a smile, although his eyes still glimmered with abject amusement. It was a good question, but the first thing he signed was <I'm pretty fuckin' bad at speaking> while looking like he was trying not to laugh at his own joke. A couple of moments later he added <Most games, only own a 'pad.> A pause. <Fly ships like hell. Nearly failed the simulator.> He grimaced. Something about the lack of wind and gravity just threw him completely off. Or at least that's how he excused it.

<Taking things seriously. Sometimes.> which he signed nonchalantly with a shrug. He'd already picked his question. <Wanna go hotwire a speeder? I can't do that either.> The sly little smirk was back again as he playfully tapped the back of his hand against her arm.

@Arcangel

 

[Ailis Drast]

Ailis blinked at Sol's response to her comment about not being a party girl. No shit, huh? Her eyes casually watched him sign out the corner as she glanced over the city, looking down at the dizzying height that lay beneath their feet. He was right about one thing, she was a blast to hang out with.

"No shit huh?" She said as she shifted to a foot up onto the ledge, looking at him over her knee. "Don't fucking touch me." She said before she stood up and stepped back from the ledge, glaring down at him. "That's where we met though? Who the fuck says that?" her nostrils flared as she turned away and took a step before looking back at him.

"You seem pretty fixated on that party girl thing. What's your play here? Find the party slut in the wild and call me cute and invade my space till I let you kiss me again? She ranted angrily at him for a moment. "Drag me up to the tallest and most isolated skyscraper in the city and corner me up here? You don't know me, I'll toss you off this damn building if you try it. I'll even take you down with me if I need to." She looked at him for a moment, her eyes deathly serious for a moment before she shook her head. "You seemed like a nice guy at first, but you're creepin' me out. I'll find my own way down."

With those final words she walked off hurriedly, finding some scaffolding to climb down to the level below. She had a long way to go.

//exit thread.

@Mr. Teatime