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Post by Sage Trilgus/Ayame Trilgus on Oct 29, 2005 23:41:19 GMT
Sage lands his ship on a hanger on nar shadda, he exits his ship and pays the docking fee. He heads to the nearest cantina for a drink to relieve the pain from one of his attacks from his disease, maybe some ale would help him or maybe it would just cause him more pain.
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Oct 29, 2005 23:44:38 GMT
*A man all dressed in black was slummded against the coner of the wall. eyeing the newcomer, he smiled and followed him into the bar.*
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Post by Sage Trilgus/Ayame Trilgus on Oct 29, 2005 23:51:10 GMT
Sage sat at the bar.
"I need some ale down here." He said to the bar keep.
The bar keep walked down to where sage was siting handing him his drink.
"Thanks."
Sage turned it up drinking some of it. He felt the pain he had go away for a few moments and then it came back. He grabbed his chest for a few moments.
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Oct 29, 2005 23:56:26 GMT
"Whoa, buddy? you cool?"
*Said the teenager, looking at the man holding his stomach...he had seen at this before, but couldnt remmeber where.*
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Post by Sage Trilgus/Ayame Trilgus on Oct 29, 2005 23:59:37 GMT
Sage took in a quick breath, and moved his hand back to his glass.
"Yea I'm good." He said his words had pain in them.
Sage turned up his glass again, gulping down his ale in a rush to make the pain go away.
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Oct 30, 2005 0:04:54 GMT
"Ya know...ya reallly shouldnt drink like that if your sick..."
*Said the 18 year old, waving for the bar tenderto get him a drink*
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Post by Sage Trilgus/Ayame Trilgus on Oct 30, 2005 0:09:53 GMT
"I'm not sick." Sage lied.
He turned up the drink and gulped it some more as the pain went away again. He took in another breath. He threw credits on the bar for the drink, he continued to sit there.
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Oct 30, 2005 0:30:02 GMT
"Don't lie...I hate liers...I can sniff 'em out."
*The teen smiles, and looks at the old man, probably a force user...He walked like a jedi, why couldnt he just heal himself?"
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Post by Sage Trilgus/Ayame Trilgus on Oct 30, 2005 0:34:29 GMT
(OLD MAN hes 25 lol)
"Its not really a sickness it doesn't just go away i have a disease I'm in constant pain because of it there is no cure for it and it cant just be healed." Sage said this harshly.
Sage through his hand up signaling for another drink. The bar keeper walked over bring it to him.
"Thanks."
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Post by Bralor on Oct 30, 2005 0:40:08 GMT
*Bralor had entered the cantina sometime later. His armour really made him stand out as a Mandalorian, not even a lot of Mandalorians knew his name, he just sat down near Sage and ordered a drink as he could'nt help but hear the words "disease" and "no cure" as he drank and listened.*
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Oct 30, 2005 2:06:08 GMT
(OLD MAN hes 25 lol) "Its not really a sickness it doesn't just go away i have a disease I'm in constant pain because of it there is no cure for it and it cant just be healed." Sage said this harshly. Sage through his hand up signaling for another drink. The bar keeper walked over bring it to him. "Thanks." *Darius seemed nice, but he really took the man's agony lightly...like he thought it was funny or didnt really care.* ooc:Yea...well everyones old to an 18 year old...lolz |
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Post by Sage Trilgus/Ayame Trilgus on Oct 30, 2005 2:16:35 GMT
Sage gave him a smart a** grin and turned up his ale drinking some of it. He leaned back a little bit and let out a yawn.
"Yea well."
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Oct 30, 2005 3:33:35 GMT
*The man ordered another drink and the bartender eyed him...obviously they had switched shifts and this man was a little stricter.*
Bartender:ARent you a bit young ta drink?
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Post by Sage Trilgus/Ayame Trilgus on Oct 30, 2005 3:38:48 GMT
Sage stands up and pay for that last drink.
"See you around."
He walks out of the cantina, he was in the mood to explore a little bit. He could still feel the pain in his chest but that much he was used to. He heads down the street.
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Oct 30, 2005 3:51:58 GMT
*The bar tender never let him get the alcohole he had asked for...so rather than beating him to death, he honorably left and walked outside...a gush of cold Nar Shadda air hitting his face as he walked out the door.*
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