Eva 'Skuld' Stark
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- Joined
- Jan 10, 2019
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An Ax To Grind Cantina
18:57
An Ax To Grind Cantina
18:57
When it came to socializing with fellow members of their organization, Skuld had to admit she was a little lacking in the name of name-grabbing and title sharing. She just followed general orders and kept to her own sketches.
But with that thought in place, sometimes a Deucalian just needed a break from routine and needed to find something else to occupy her time.
So here she was.
This place was what really catered to the shady, the bottom feeders and those that really wanted some steam to be blown off. What could be better than brews and ax-throwing? Mind, these were primitive; no vibroweapons or thermals, which meant her Elduröxi was not permitted to be thrown, but... could a woman really be picky?
Tonight, however, was a special night. It was an invitation to a name she had heard whispers of. A man with talents to possibly help her get her what she needed later on, and the place to meet with sounded the best in her own mind. Drinks and ax competitions... what could go wrong?
She was already standing in one booth, hefting the weapon with a refined eye. It was balanced well enough, but the weight could be deceiving. One mug was already empty; she hadn't been waiting long.
She hefted her arm back, and watched the weapon sail with a satisfying thunk. Maybe he would be early too, but she wasn't going to scan the crowd looking for him.
Kark, she didn't even know what the man looked like.
@Raydo
But with that thought in place, sometimes a Deucalian just needed a break from routine and needed to find something else to occupy her time.
So here she was.
This place was what really catered to the shady, the bottom feeders and those that really wanted some steam to be blown off. What could be better than brews and ax-throwing? Mind, these were primitive; no vibroweapons or thermals, which meant her Elduröxi was not permitted to be thrown, but... could a woman really be picky?
Tonight, however, was a special night. It was an invitation to a name she had heard whispers of. A man with talents to possibly help her get her what she needed later on, and the place to meet with sounded the best in her own mind. Drinks and ax competitions... what could go wrong?
She was already standing in one booth, hefting the weapon with a refined eye. It was balanced well enough, but the weight could be deceiving. One mug was already empty; she hadn't been waiting long.
She hefted her arm back, and watched the weapon sail with a satisfying thunk. Maybe he would be early too, but she wasn't going to scan the crowd looking for him.
Kark, she didn't even know what the man looked like.
@Raydo