The World Keeps Spinning

[Neutrino]

Etti spun around in her stool ,drunkenly surveying the rest of the Outlander Club. Long after her stool had stopped, her head continued to spin on the inside. She smiled, satisfied.

Whatever direction she had landed upon, she got up, and strode forward, determined to march forward in a straight line. She wobbled back and forth, plowing through the crowd. Many gave her strange looks, but she didn't notice.

She was headed for the dance floor.

 

[Kath]

Zaria, the Zeltron bounty hunter, was taking a day off and partying hard in the Outlander Club. After a few drinks, which really didn't affect her due to her second liver, she spotted an attractive female walking towards the dance floor apparently drunk. Now being a Zeltron she took interest in both males and females. She swung her long legs over the stool and began to walk toward the drunken female.

 

[Neutrino]

Etti found some space between the swinging limbs on the dance floor. And then she just began moving to the wild music that was beating so loudly, it beat through her.

She was just one of the crowd. She was completely lost. She was right where she wanted to be.

The voices of the crowd and pumping music was deafening. Lights flashed colorfully in every direction, reflecting and refracting off of various metallic and crystalline materials. The whole place was a confusing, almost tangible, mass of vibrating frequencies of light and sound.

 

[Kath]

Zaria took her place on the dance floor and began dancing her way through the crowd towards the female. When she reached her, Zaria began dancing and releasing her pheremones that would surely get the female interested. She danced right along side her and was having a blast.

 

[Neutrino]

In her drunkenness, Etti thought she smelled something... intriguing. Her movements slowed as she began to look about. But being rather intoxicated, she could barely focus on any of the faces around her. So she decided to ignore this oddity and continued to dance.

She tried to focus on the music. She let it fill her and her body responded accordingly.

 

[Kath]

Zaria was starting to become annoyed. She began releasing her pheremones more furiously so that the female could not and would not ignore her. Zaria watched her dance and became ever more intrigues as the female moved with the grace of a Twi'lek dancer despite being drunk.

 

[Neutrino]

Etti began to cough. She felt like she was choking. The air felt thick and heavy. Other people around her began to cough as well.

Then suddenly Etti saw the most beautiful Zeltron woman. She would have wanted to begin talking or dancing with her, except all the coughing had upset her stomach full of alcohol.

Etti covered her mouth. And then she began to wretch. The contents of her stomach over turned and spilled on the dance floor. Some people actually got splattered with it. That is when the screeching began. Everyone wanted away from the smell and sight of it.

She had never been so embarrassed in her life. She had never thrown up from drinking to much. Tears were in her eyes, and if she wasn't so drunk, barely aware of the situation, she probably would have run off crying. Instead, she stood there, not knowing what to do.

edit/ ooc: Hanshin, you would be assuming correctly, since it's in the rules that if the status of a thread is not verified, then it is Open.

 

[Hanshin]

((Zeltrons aren't automatically bisexual. I'm assuming this thread is open due to the lack of status...))

Varibal was in Elom form, not wishing to bother with the desires of drunken idiots who liked nothing more than to stir up trouble. He finished his shot of Cyclonic Highball and slammed the glass down on the bar, cringing at how strong the drink was. As the bartender refilled his glass, he peered past the bar at a door, looking for a way to slip through it without being noticed. Surveillance was a must for a place like this, even if he was just going to steal a small portion of the club's money. He liked this place, so didn't want it to go out of business or kick him out. He chuckled inwardly, remembering that it was nearly impossible to keep a Shi'ido out of anywhere by means of identification.

He finished his last shot, waved to the bartender that he was done, and walked off to see if there was any other entrance into the club's back rooms. On the way, he was bumped into by a drunk human woman, who he looked at roughly and walked on. He got to the far wall of the club and found the bathrooms, and ducked in. After finding an entrance to the ventilation shafts, he reached up to the grating. Unfortunately, two delinquents noticed what he was doing, as if his sin was any greater than theirs (In a bathroom no less! It's a vaping club!), and he was forced to hit them both over the head with their own drinks.

As he climbed up into the ventilation, he morphed himself into the form of a small Hutt, so that he could comfortably slither through without being heard. Quickly, he arrived over the back room, confirmed that he could enter from here, and slithered back to where he entered. He transformed into a Falleen female after putting the grating back, and exited to obtain contacts inside the club. Mainly the bartender.

 

[Kath]

Zaria was embarrased more then the woman. She had let her pheremones run out of control. THough seeing an oppurtunity to approach the female Zaria walked to her her and patted her back.

"Its ok. It happens to all of us. Don't worry about it." Zaria started to lead her over to a table. "Come sit down you must be tired. I'm Zaria by the way. What's your name?"

 

[Hanshin]

(( Oh by the way sorry for messing with Star Wars canon. No where in canon is a bathroom mentioned (; ))

As Varibal walked through the crowd, he heard slight rumblings of discontent, and noted a disgusting smell coming from the dance floor. He noted the drunk woman that had bumped into him earlier, and almost smiled that the Zeltron helping her had a slight smell of pheremones about her. Ah, he wasn't in any rush. When he passed them so that his back was to them, he opened the glands of his falleen form, emitting pheremones towards the human. Just a slight touch should be enough...

 

[Kath]

Zaria could tell that the Falleen was trying to take the female away from her. "Hold on one second."

Zaria walked over to the Falleen. "I don't know who you think you are but leave her alone. Can't you tell she was sick?" Zaria was angered that the Falleen would try to take away the female. She walked back to where the female was sitting. "Sorry about that. Those Falleen don't know when to control their pheremones."

 

[Neutrino]

ooc: Hanshin, look up 'refresher' on wookieepedia.

Confused and dazed, Etti had no idea what was going on. She felt absolutely sick, but for some reason, she was thinking embaressing thoughts about the Zeltron woman in front of her. Blushing madly, and forgetting to cover her mouth, Etti smiled, "My name it Etti." It was all she could manage before she was too sick to speak again.

ooc: And just to make sure you guys know, Falleen and Zeltron pheromones are different. Falleen pheromones are much stronger, while Zeltrons are more or less able to effect moods. So, a Zeltron would be easily seduced, if not willing, by a Falleen. Hope that makes sense.

 

[Hanshin]

ooc: yeah, but they can be similar, and a fatigued immune system won't care.


Varibal grinned at the Zeltron's response, amused by her hostility. He decided to wait until she had turned away, then walked up and smoothly slid his chin over her shoulder. He might even be able to see the manager if the Zeltron did what Varibal thought she would. If she reacted unexpectedly, there was always the direct approach. Mustering a mischevious feminine voice from his morphed vocal chords, he whispered into her ear, "X marks the spot". On the last word, he added emphasis and gestured toward the human's torso. He then stood and gave a covetous glance at the woman. "Etti" he used a very provocative voice on the woman's name as he said it slowly.

 

[Gambler]

A man walks into the room, or at least it appears to be a man. His features are obscured by a flamboyant feathered mask that covers the top of his face. Pale, bioluminescent eyes lacking pupils and irises stare out of the large slits in the mask. The rest of his attire is just as bombastic, with a feather trimmed coat opened to show a lithe build that any gymnast would envy. It was hard to assume his gender from his walk and the way he moved, but one could safely guess that he was male. Effeminate, but male all the same. He gave a crooning sound from dark blue lips that almost silenced everyone in the room. With a blissful, almost childlike smile he threw his arms to the air, revealing the hilt of a lightsaber on his belt. He spun a quick circle and bowed, laughing a melodic laugh the entire time. "Thank you! Yes, Caecus Ultionis is back! Oh bartender! May I have some of that putrid swill you call ale around here?" Such a curious tone filled with aplomb and it clung to his jovial appearance like a cloak.

His eyes shone wistfully as he walked to where he believed the attention was thickest. He heard the woman's name, Etti, and decided it was a delightful thing to be called. And then such a scent entered his nostrils, giving him this perfect feeling of bliss. Ooh! Sadly he didn't care for such things. Sadly no such boundaries could affect him since Sean. Oh why had he killed his only friend? Why had he stuck the blade through his heart? And then he remembered that answer. 'Silly me! I killed Sean because he left me and told me to kill myself. And then when I slit my wrists he had a change of heart and called the mental hospital. And I couldn't go back to that lurid place. Oh no! I had to kill him. I had to run!' And it made perfect sense. Sean had been clearly mad, telling Caecus to kill himself and then trying to save him? More screws loose than a trandotian slaver ship after the first holiday.

"Why hello my dears! Care for one more to add to this coterie? I know many forms of the art. Including the whisper of death!" He spewed excitedly, drawing his lightsaber. He ignited the blade and twirled it like a baton, catching it at an angle that he could have cut their heads clean off. Indeed, he was in mid swing as if to do that, but then the blade hissed to nonexistence, the hilt disappearing up his feathered sleeve. "What say you?" He voice queried, pushing his face right up to each of the people standing by the girl "Ettit". "Oh! Where are my manners! I forgot to introduce myself! I am Caecus! Caecus Ultionis! Resident outcast, murderer and deviant extraordinaire! Or at least that is what I have been dubbed by the simpletons that call me insane and weak fools who think of me as some evil being. Of course I'm not, dearest!" Some might think of him odd for such a soliloquy, but those same people would be dead in a gutter if they ever uttered those words aloud.

 

[Kath]

Zaria took immiediently to the Falleen. "On second thought there sweet cheeks come on over." She let her hand drift the Falleen's sensative area and pulled away quickly teasing her. "Etti. What is one so beautiful doing here getting so sick?"

Zaria turned toward the apparent murder. "Sorry bub, I'm in the mood for a woman tonight. Unless of course my companions disagree."

 

[Neutrino]

Etti's eyes were wide and staring. She had no idea what was going on but she was sure the whole scene was entirely inappropriate. Surely she would be scared, normally. But normally she wasn't attracted to women either. For some reason, though, this Falleen and Zeltron were the most beautiful creatures she had ever seen.

"I don't feel so good." Etti mumbled, covering her face. It was so embarrassing to be in such a sad state in front of these ladies. And this new man. Caecus? Was she supposed to be pleased to meet him?

"Please excuse me," she mumbled and quickly bowed before running to the refresher.

 

[Hanshin]

(( sleeze in star wars rofl ))

Varibal was inwardly shocked at the Zeltron's response, before remembering the nature of her species. Ah yes, they do tend to shun negative emotions. The arrival of this man was suspicious, and Varibal wished he could read minds to see if he was truly insane or simply high on Death Sticks. Ugh, an insane Jedi in a club, how could this-

A light came on in Varibal's head. The Zeltron was the wrong target! After realizing this, Varibal stepped over to the male, while maintaining a safe distance. "You seem a bit odd. A few couplings short of a generator, are we?" He smoothly avoided saying what he wanted to say, which involved mentioning 'a few lines short of a trojan', but he couldn't belch technical jargon here where finesse was most important. "I'd get you a jacket, but it seems you're such a gay nothing straight would fit you." it was rough that even his intoxicated or otherwise damaged mind could find the intelligence to punch a woman. Just to touch it off, however, he released negative pheremones towards his prey, away from the other two women, who hopefully wouldn't interfere.

 

[Gambler]

[OOC: Sorry, I was already writing my post before you posted.... I'll change it when you finish. I don't feel like changing my post completely, so I will just answer Hanshin after the broken line]

A small frown worked its way onto Caecus' lips as he watched the woman depart. And then he realized that it must be the two creatures besides him! Of course! But he didn't feel sick when he looked at them. He didn't want them in any way. So he came to the conclusion that he was just different. Mentally neutered would be more apropos. The last person he had liked got a sword through his heart, which went to show how much lust and compassion was hidden behind those blank eyes: none. But he smiled a thin, cold smile at the lizard and the pink girl. He smiled at them as if he felt the same attracting. Sadly enough, he didn't feel an attraction to them, but he wished he did. Then they would think of him as normal. And that was truly all he wanted. To be thought of as normal and accepted into society so that he could... what? Oh, that's right, he wanted blood. Or was it fun? Maybe both!

"Clever little girls! I remember reading about your races once. Pheromones, right? Too bad I can't smell them. Or whatever. I almost wish I could since that other girl looked like she was having so much fun! You know, I knew a zeltron once. Demid Trucido. He was just like me! Except that he killed his father. I don't know who my father is so I can't do that, but I would kill him for abusing me!" Was he being serious? If one didn't know him they would be quite confused by his tone. And since no one there knew him, it was fairly obvious that they would be quite baffled. And he wasn't affected by their pheromones? He could already hear them calling him some pretty vulgar words that didn't make sense at all. But he was content to play it out. He was having fun!

"Where was I? Oh yes, Demid. He's an interesting guy. Doesn't seem to care about women like most male zeltrons, but rather he is focused on the bloodshed. My kind of guy! I wish he was there when I was a kid. Then I wouldn't have been taken by the men in white for killing three kids when I was eight years old! Oh listen to me babbling on... want to dance? I know a great one!" His gaze dropped to his lightsaber. Of course he knew how to dance in the classical sense, but he wanted blood. Or something like that. He was just bored with life as it was. "Or maybe you know something about those shady people who walk that shadowy dark thing? If so, could you tell me where to find them? I have been looking for them for an hour and I can't seem to find them!"

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Caecus' lips formed into a snarl, his teeth showing in a canine like way. No one insulted him. No one who wanted to live anyway. His jovial attitude melted away completely and his Force sight waned. "How dare you kriffing insult me! People far better than you have tried to kill me yet none of them succeeded. And now you come along and try to act superior? Kriff off! You are not even a worm to me. Go fornicate with you lesbian friends for all I care. But if you move one step towards me I will rip off your lizard head, cut out your eyes, give your lifeless body to COSMOS, and use your emptied skull as a goblet for my wine!" He snarled, his tone hot and cold at the same time. He didn't feel the pheromones radiating off of the lizard. No. He only saw red. Blood. He wanted blood. He wanted death. He wanted revenge. No one ever spoke to him that way! No one! He ripped the mask from his face, tossing it to the ground. His raven hair flung loose in that motion. And then he saw something oh so curious.

The woman in front of him wasn't a Falleen at all. The aura didn't match that of his memory.

"Oh, you think you are so clever, don't you, changeling? But as you can tell, I'm not some petty human you can twist around your finger. No. I am spawned of the hells. The inferno that created me decided that I would kill. And you are to be my next victim," was it possible for him to growl those words with any more distaste? No, no it was not. His lightsaber ignited instantly. "Shall we dance, foolish changeling? Shall you die, stupid kriffer?" He mocked, his tone biting and cold.

 

[Kath]

Zaria was taken aback. He had insulted her and drove Etti away. Now she was angry, though she did not allow her pheremones to show it.

"I swear bub, one more crack at me and I might just take your body back to where it belongs. I'm sure the Hutt's would pay a good price for your head."

 

[Hanshin]

Varibal was surprised at the retard's ability to tell that he was a changeling, but didn't morph to another form. No, and to do any additions he would need to feel that lightsaber in his grasp, and understand its composition so that he could mimic it. This was one thing he had wanted to do for a long time, but by the amount of rage he had coaxed out of the welp he could tell that this would be brutal. Then he ignited his lightsaber.

That was too far! Killing someone for a simple insult, in the middle of a club?! With a lightsaber! This was no Jedi, but by his earlier flourish Varibal knew he was close. This had gone too far, and the Dark one was now surely insane. No amount of death sticks could cause this magnitude of damage on a person. What form would best deal with this situation? Varibal thought furiously, not wasting a simple second on worry or hope. He couldn't change form, not for his plan to continue. If the club knew a changeling was in their club and they noticed his slime in the ventilation shaft or the dislodged grating, this job would be ruined. Of course, all of this was pointless while he was standing in the glow of a lightsaber pointed at him. Oh! But he could change form. If only he knew more about the shadowy dark thing, he would have an excuse for wearing...

Varibal morphed a thin sheet of Cortosis ore under his 'clothing', to serve as an armor against the lightsaber. "A changeling? Don't make me laugh. You're as stupid as you are mad." If he could shut it off even for a second, he would be able to escape and try this another day. "A dance would be most preferable, but I won't die. Perhaps you wish to return to that hell? Or do you want the 'shady people' to do that for you?" He spoke the words 'shady people' with a measure of disgust, truthfully considering that they could be a hallucination created by this creature's warped mind.