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[Silvus Dawn]

The sound of chips clicking across tables, Sabacc cards being handed by the dealer and multiple voices resounded in the club and fused into one with the jizz music. There was a heavy air of smoke, booze and perfume. The latter of which Silvus didn’t notice much, since he was constantly surrounded by his own Essence of Zeltros.

The very atmosphere made Silvus pearly white grin wider. It felt like his element. For every step he took, his heels clicked against the floor, and the long white fur flowed behind him. It was visible that he was a man with a lot of credits. Or maybe, at least, - he used to. Until they were spent on the many gold rings with precious stones on his fingers that spread the artificial light around him as a prism, causing little suns to dance wherever he went.

He walked with his head high and the red eyes scanned the crowd. Many people looked. Some with resentment, others in curiosity. But no matter what, Silvus enjoyed all of the attention and lapped it up like a starving dog. It was almost like he grew from it. His talkative nature and radiating arrogance made him either a man you loved or hated like the plague, but he was a regular, and a high paying one at that. Chances were if any riot would happen, it wasn’t his ass they would grind down the side walk.

His search came to an end by the bar when he saw a light mane, shaped into many small braids. He had seen that before. The smile grew jester-like, and he sneaked closer.
Smack!
Only to slap the man hard on the shoulder and grab his other arm, shaking him and leaning on him like a chair.

“Siggyyy, my old pal! There you were, I almost thought you had forgotten! Good to see a familiar face”.

@Xorism

 

[Sigtryggr Thorite]

Sigtryggr was built for adventure, every fiber of his body pulled him that way. Whether it be crashing a transport route for plunder, exploring virgin lands or completing death defying feats of strength and dexterity. He was never truly happy in port, except for perhaps when enjoying a certain few vices, but even they were only temporary.

His dream was to see the galaxy and all its wonders, defeat its greatest beasts and conquer its highest peaks and when there was nothing left to achieve, settle down somewhere nice and quiet and live out his days content with all that he had done. Be as it might, a happy little dream, his life had taken a slight detour having entered the service of the cartel. With it came less freedom than he hoped, but it had led him along a path of interesting characters and opportunities that he would have never found himself.

Sitting quietly amongst the bars' ambiance in enjoyment of his solitude, Sigtryggr ordered another pair of ales and downed one in a quick flash. Without warning or heads up, a lightning cracked against his shoulder as a shape appeared and embraced him before speaking. Of course, it was the Zeltron the Deucalian thought.

"How would one forget you, dear Silvus. Besides, I'm only here for the money you're supposed to have collected for the bosses, where is it? Please don't tell me you've lost it gambling again, you know I can't keep covering your ass."

In a cutthroat world, it was easy to imagine that everyone was out to get you and to trust nobody. It was an unlikely friendship, a Zeltron playboy and a Deucalian adventurer, but somehow it just seemed to fall into place. They'd been friends for some time but Silvus always seemed to either find trouble, or trouble would find him and somehow Siggy was always there to bail out his friend. It wasn't all bad, though, it did often pay well to be friends with the prince of parties.

@Moon Nymph

 

[Silvus Dawn]

“Lost?!” Silvus gawked, crossing his arms in a quick defence, before sweeping them theatrically out to the sides, rather insulted. He rose his nose in air, closed his eyes and placed a hand over his heart.

“I am hurt to my very core that you would even say such a thing!”

However, the mask wasn’t held very long before he walked over to the closest chair. That one was taken. But not to Silvus. Because he pushed the bag down and claimed it as his own, by dragging it over next to Sigtryggr.

“Siggyyy, Siggyyy, those credits were never lost. You know that. That was a networking investment. Who are you to question my methods? Haven’t I always been there for you? Through thick and thin. And this is how you repay me? Pssh!”

The Zeltron took his time to light his cigarette. Not to smoke it. But to point it at the man in front of him and use it as a tool of expression, when he waved it around for every word he spoke.

“Remember that hideous creature that wouldn’t let you go and nearly killed you? Who distracted for you to escape? Me! Who sliced the control system on the droid, so we could get away in that ship? Also! – Me”.

Granted, the hideous creature in this case was just a female Deymasollian that had become enamoured with the pirate and gave him quite a bit of attention. – At least, Silvus assumed it was a female. It was kind of difficult to see for all that fur. And anything that looked like that and decided to hang around for more than 20 minutes, while threatening Silvus' surroundings with the burdon of monogamy, was certain death according to the Zeltron.

Okay… Sliced and sliced. Not as much slicing and he just pushed the droid out of the window and took his ship by force. But it sounded much better the other way!

He leaned back against the bar table and puffed out a cloud of smoke.
“However, as a person of great magnanimity, I am willing to forgive you”.

@Xorism

 

[Sigtryggr Thorite]

Sigtryggr let out a bellowed laugh after Silvus broke out in sadness after his first comment. Silvus always found a way out of trouble, and that was something that Siggy loved about the guy, he was his own lucky charm in a way. Siggy at with his arms crossed, trying to hold in his expressive face as Silvus continued to monologue.

"Distracting is certainly one word for it." Who could forget the image of a half-Chiss, half-Zeltron doing everything in his power to pull the Deymasollian away, including what appeared to be an advanced form of alien twerking that he was completely unfamiliar with until then. Siggy hadn't dared to ask more on it, so he never really did find out what Silvus did that day, but he was grateful for the help all the same, ensuring his buddy got a fair share of the loot from that trip.

"How fortunate for me, Silvus, but you know I can't keep a grudge with you even if I tried. What's the latest? is there anyone here giving you trouble, or did you just miss me? If there are no heads to crack, I'd be down for a drink and a game while I'm here anyway, what do you think?"

Sigtryggr scanned the room often to keep an eye out for potential trouble, which seemed to pop up from time to time for businessmen like themselves. He wondered if Silvus would propose another risky business venture or investment opportunity, or if this was simply a social visit. In their little scheme, Siggy was the brawn to Silvus' brains and so far things had been going swell, but they were yet to hit the big leagues.

@Moon Nymph

 

[Silvus Dawn]

“Psh! I don’t expect you to appreciate the fine arts, Siggy. But! I will take that as a compliment” Silvus cooed and bowed his head slightly. His hand rolled to the side, as a late encore.

"Oh, trouble is an exciting temptress that never is far away from the scholars of fortune, my friend. Isn't that part of what makes it all so addicting? - Trouble. The rush of adrenaline that surges through your veins. The challenge in the unexpected. The taste of something new. The faces they make when you are underestimated and makes them regret, they dared to cross you in the first place. Opportunities that just lay in wait for you to grab them… Who am I to reject an invitation to glory?”.

Silvus fished his messenger bag up from a pocket on the inside of the fluffy jacket, and grabbed the Credits Siggy had asked for to wave them in front of his face.
“And now, when you insist to be such a killjoy, I expect you to make up for it”.

@Xorism