drinks all around, or not. (greed)

[saylis]

Syna was here at the bar, she was not the most cheery Zeltron, her race was made out to be constant fun-lovers, thrill-seekers, but she fit neither of these descriptions, not since she hardened her shell. Her face was still quiet a pretty one, no doubt in the cantina, with the patrons who tended to not be able to hold their alcohol, she promptly lifted them with her pheromones, and then crushed them with a cold feeling, and they left her alone. But, she tired of the game by now, all she did was continue to drink herself. She shook her head just to herself, she had two livers, making it possible for her to both enjoy more exotic drinks and survive from a larger dose of the drink, but it had still not taken hold of her head, or maybe it was just her thinking it, still she remembered when she was drunk, and the feeling was totally different. With alcohol being a depressant it could may well be effecting her mood, but she shrugged off the thoughts either way and just looked at Meshgeroya or bolo-ball on the holo-vid screen.

She did not have her helmet with her, but she wore the rest of her Mandalorian armor. Many mandos were attached to their armor and she was no different, the body glove which the plates were attached to just made her feel right inside as she took another sip of her drink. She took a deep breath in and out, she just tried clearing her mind for a moment. Breath in, out, in, and out. It was as close she would ever get to meditating, if she reached something like it great, if not she didn't care, all she was trying to do now was get some peace and relaxation if that was possible anymore. She sighed to herself and raised her cup in a toast as she watched the winning point scored and she heard half the patrons cheer and the other half boo, she drunk with the winners. Just as she pulled the cup back from her lips she found that the chair parallel to hers just became occupied, she looked at the occupant with an eyebrow raised. "Hello?", she asked in a simple question.

[Jazen]

Thel never understood why such strong and able warriors would come to such a place. As he pushed, as gently as he could, through the crowd of patrons at a local bar, Thel mused over this thought in great detail. Why would warriors; strong, intelligent, fierce warriors, come and drink a substance that reduced those traits? Well, maybe not the strong or fierce part, but the intelligence and coordination without a doubt. It had something to do with celebrating, which Thel could relate to. But there were other ways to celebrate, ways that didn't hinder one in the event that they were needed. But he knew he couldn't change minds and therefore settled for observing his fellows in the act.

It was more than he expected. The bar was crowded with patrons, many sitting, many more standing. A good portion of them had their eyes on the video screens laid out around the bar, watching the bolo-ball match that was transpiring there. Another form of entertainment that Thel didn't understand. At least it was physical and sometimes amusing to watch.

Thel's armor was still on, a habit he had taken to while in territory he did not know. True, he was surrounded by his brother mandos; but he'd heard what could happen in establishments such as these. Though he wouldn't have minded a good fight, the brawls he had heard about often took over most the bar. Not something he wanted to wear on his body the next day if he could help it. So he pushed past the clustered bodies of the bar, trying to find a spot where he wasn't clunking against the armor of another or being walked into by someone who suddenly forgot how their legs worked.

A cheer echoed the bar, followed by an equally loud chorus of booing. Thel managed to ignore this for the most part, his eyes seeking a place for his massive frame. He found it at the bar's counter, where he was unceremoniously shoved into the chair by a guy stumbling over his buddy in a drunken laugh. Thel snarled at the man, who in his drunken state, didn't even realize he was being snarled at. He was about to teach him a lesson in proper manners when a voice echoed in his ear. He twisted his neck around to find its source and he found it was right next to him in the form of a woman with pink skin. She was fully armored expect for her head, which as he noted before, was pink. What species was she then?

"I apologize if I disturbed your...whatever reason you came here to partake in this event known as having a drink. It appears that proper etiquette is lost when one consumes enough of this alcohol substance. I would teach the one who shoved me why it is a good idea to try and remember them, but it would appear that would be a futile effort.

Excuse me, I have not introduced myself yet. I am Thel Valamdaee. I am curious; what kind of race has pink hued skin such as yours? I've seen many humanoids with different features, but never one that altered their skin color."

[saylis]

Syna was not exactly in her best mood at the moment, so though she hardly knew this mandalorian, she planned on pushing him, she really wasn't completely sure why. Was it the drinks finally getting to her? She didn't think so but it was quiet possible. She looked at him a bit closer before continuing her next sentence.

He was slightly hunched over, but he still would be taller then her, at full height she was sure he would be absolutely massive, and she didn't even want to guess at how strong he was physically, he could likely bench twice as much as any other Mandalorian man in this cantina, likely more then any Mando she has ever seen. Looking at his armor she knew it was of his own making as hers was made of her own making, like any accepted mando he had passed his test and forged it. She had to admire these qualities, even if for some reason he was ticking her off.

"I'm a Zeltron, you know, the most seductive species in the galaxy with the crazy pink skin.", she said with some sarcasm at the end. To add to her point she let go a fairly large blast of aphrodisiac-like pheromones and batted her eyelashes a bit, then turned back at the screen. Letting her eyes gaze around the room without turning her head, she noticed that a few other males glaces at her, she saw the same lust in there eyes as she had seen again and again, they wanted her, the attraction increased by the fact most were drunk, but they just turned back to there drinks, as they were too far for her power to take full effect. Then she turned back to Thel quickly to look at him for some reaction to her pheromones, if any.

[Jazen]

Thel clocked his head to the side when she mentioned what race she was from. A Zeltron was she? Thel remembered that Rizzen had mentioned them in passing once, when Thel had asked him about his pheromone emission. They were more or less the counterparts to the Falleen, expect that they could take the deed to the next level by reading others emotions. Aside from that though, Thel knew nothing about them. Never had a reason to.

He was unsure as to what she meant by seductive. Such a term held no meaning on his home world and he had only heard of it in passing during his time with the Mando's. If he remembered right, it involved coursing a member of the opposite gender to make a move on them, usually ending in a physical encounter in private.

He was about to comment on that when he was suddenly overwhelmed with.....he wasn't sure. Whatever it was, it was different from his normal mindset. He felt.....relaxed. He didn't like the feeling. Shaking his head slightly, Thel turned his attention to her again, noting that several of the other men in the room turned to look at her for a few moments after his strange mind set change. Snorting, he crossed his arms in front of him, then clicked his teeth together.

"A Zeltron are you? I've heard some tales about you. Your about as troublesome as the Falleen are, from what I've heard. Tell me.....do you normally attract so much attention?"

[saylis]

She watched him cross his arms at her once the effects of her pheromones hit him. He clicked back at her, as it seemed like her was reprimanding her, then she heard, "A Zeltron are you? I've heard some tales about you. Your about as troublesome as the Falleen are, from what I've heard. Tell me.....do you normally attract so much attention?" She smirked as he said that, taking another drink from her glass, she felt the drink go down her throat and come down into her stomach, then she replied to him. "Why yes I do, trouble usually follows as well, Thel. As it had in my past, but that had nothing to do with my biology I can tell you that much.", finishing this she took another drink from her glass then looked back at him.

"Your different though, most can't feel the mental change, that takes a lot of focus, twice as much as the majority of the Manda in this room.", she commented to him. "But, you can't tell me you don't feel the temptation just to give yourself over to them, can you?" , to show her proof she pushed out more pheromones, but only enough to get Thel in front of her, the lust had to have entered his mind, she knew if she wanted to she could project an emotion into him if she wanted, but that would defeat the purpose of what she just said, she took another sip of the drink and sighed a bit. She wasn't sure if this particular Mandalorian would leave her alone about this, he just didn't seem like the type to just drop it to her.

[Jazen]

Thel twisted in his seat to properly face the woman, whos name he has to learn. No matter; he would learn in due time perhaps. IT was rude to not give your name, but Thel wasn't in the mood to try and force it out of her. The slightest spark of violence in here could erupt into a full scale war; and again, he wasn't in the mood for a fight. Especially since the last time he let his emotions get the better of him, he ended up crippling 6 men for a week and getting chewed out by the Mandalore himself. For that, restraint was needed.

"If your referring to the emission of pheromones, then yes, I have some ability to sense it. Its not so much as noticing that they are active, rather the noticing of the sudden change in my state of thought. It is hard to make me change my attitude, so when it does start changing, I will notice it.

As for feeling it or not, then yes, I feel it. However, I have long been trained to control my emotions. Also, my race does not have such moments of weakness. As a result I can, to a degree, resist such things. And I would appreciate it if you keep them restricted to yourself in my presence."

Almost as if in response to his words, he felt another sudden surge of feeling in him, poking at a primal instinct within his reptilian brain. He covered it quickly of course and snarled at the man behind him as he started to try and shove past him to reach her. It appeared he was not the only one being effected by her; he was just the one that could resist it.

"Like I said, I would appreciate it if you didn't do that. I prefer to have my thoughts and actions unaffected by anything other than my own will. Perhaps you could stop focusing on seeing my reaction to them and maybe focus on giving me something to actually call you. Unless you wish to remain nameless."

[saylis]

She smirked once more as she felt his emotions go sour for a bit, her empathy registering every emotion of him so close to her. Then she felt him pull it back, restraining himself as his mind went back to an uneasy focus. Finally, when her pheromones hit him she felt him lose control for only a millisecond and his walls were back the next, as she saw another Mandalorian come up Thel quickly snarled and pushed him back as he tried to get passed, and with a serious snarl the man was cowed into backing off his lust and returning to his lonely bar stool. She raised her eyebrows for a moment then let them fall once more as he spoke once more to her. She heard him talk once more, insisting upon the fact that he did not want anything else to control him other then his own free will. Tough for him, she thought. We don't always seem to have a choice when it comes to will these days. Then once he asked for her own name, she pondered remaining nameless, less problems should this turn messy if the higher-up hear of it. But, then she thought again about how little Zeltron Mandalorians there were and her dark dyed black hair was a dead give away, as most Zeltrons tended to leave their hair it's natural color. So due to the fact she would be found out either way, she just chose to say her name to shut him up about that.

"Syna, Syna Skirata. Spec Ops Major and Battle Medic.", for some people her first name might remind them of her father, who had saved her from the crash when her birth mother died, or reminded them of his death, but this was a select group which more then likely excluded this fellow here or she would have remembered him, he wouldn't be easy to forget due to his size and looks, but she didn't judge him for that, heck she was pink, she can't really judge even if she wanted to, it just didn't come to her very easily.

She drank the last bit of her drink that she had with her, the sips she took finally reducing it to the small amount she had just finished. She sighed, she likely wouldn't get away from him so easily as walking away, so she didn't even bother getting up for a refill. She looked right at him once more, as she continued speaking.

"By the way, if your trying to threaten me, warn me to stop, it isn't going to work for me. I can't take back what I've seen, and that's a whole lot more traumatic then a 7 foot tall lizard who has some emotional control. The saying 'Mando'ad draar digur', A Mandalorian never forgets is about as accurate as one could think of.", she said with a casual tone. At the end of her speaking, she once more let lose Pheromones of a mixture made up of lust and anger, just to provoke him more.

(OOC: yay for format change)

[Jazen]

At her name, Thel gave her a proper greeting, tilting his head forward till it was almost looking down at the floor. Because his race had a elongated neck, he was able to do this with minimal movement from his body, so he was able to retain his position without much effort. He had heard stories about members of clan Skirata, many of them good from his point of view. Course, that usually meant it was stories of violent battles and tactical wit, but they were good so long as you were on the Mando's side.

When she said she was a medic though, Thel snarled a little. It wasn't that he found the profession useless or anything like that; he knew that for many, a medic was something to be thankful to see on a battlefield. And Thel, to an extent agreed with that view; provided they were coming only to wrap something around his wounds and let him go back to work. Doctors were the one thing truly despised on his home world; they were treated like the lowest kind of being for their choice to intentionally bleed a warrior outside of battle. This was why Thel usually carried his own medical supplies on him; which was never more than items to help make a splint and kolto patches to seal any major wounds quickly. No blade other than the ones of his foes would touch his skin; he would make anyone who didn't fall into the category suffer if they did.

As she spoke, Thel had to make an effort not to chuckle. He had not yet to begin to threaten, his earlier comments merely being a polite attempt at getting her to stop using those mood altering pheromones. The comment about Mando's remembering everything didn't surprise him; he himself could remember just about everything about his past from the moment he could think with a logical direction. He snorted about the lizard comment and was about to make it clear that he was only a reptilian in appearance when she flooded him with pheromones again.

This time, he was somewhat ready for it. He felt himself waver again, his mind drifting to a mix of both an urge to violently beat her to a feeling unknown to him. As quickly as those feelings came though, Thel clamped down on them, locking them behind a door within his mind. It took a fair amount of his will to resist them this time but resist them he did.

"If I intended to threaten, you would know it. I merely requested you avoid directing those pheromones my way. And do not tell me you can't; I have dealt with a Falleen before and I know that your two races are almost similar in this regard.

So tell me, Syna Skirata, what brings you to an establishment such as this? I was under the impression that people came to these places to either celebrate or drown their sore moods. Which of these are you here for?"

[saylis]

"If I intended to threaten, you would know it. I merely requested you avoid directing those pheromones my way. And do not tell me you can't; I have dealt with a Falleen before and I know that your two races are almost similar in this regard.

So tell me, Syna Skirata, what brings you to an establishment such as this? I was under the impression that people came to these places to either celebrate or drown their sore moods. Which of these are you here for?"

His words rang in her head, she figured it might have been the drink, but as she analyzed it a bit closer to find that he was being truly curious, not that it changed her mood any, but at least he was genuine on how he really felt by saying it. But, she also noticed his reaction to her being medic, and she disliked it, she has saved people over and over, and her father saved her. It made her angry that he dislikes medics so, how many Mandalorian's owed their lives to them? To her father? Then she noticed how personal she had taken that one reaction and simmered down her feelings what she could to be reasonable and not let herself get out of hand.

"Well I'd guess it'd be the latter, if your haven't already guessed it, the pheromones at least bring some amusement", she said back to him, and to prove her point she let her lust pheromones flair again. She smirked for a moment, she signaled the bar tender for another drink, and within a minute or two it was up on the bar, she quickly got it and came back, not wanting to be rude at least in this respect.

"So why have you come, Thel? You obviously seem out of place.", she said quite bluntly and took another sip of her drink, grateful for the liquid falling down her throat once more.

[Jazen]

Thel clicked his mandibles together and snarled under his breath, feeling the same sudden surge of unknown emotions start to creep over him. They were starting to fight against his own will, this time lasting longer before he was able to crush them back down and return to his normal state of mind. Again, he felt the urge to back his wish that she stop that with a physical enforcer, but he could tell that would more than likely just stir the pot. And at the very least, he found it amusing that kept poking and prodding at a seven and a half foot mass of muscle. With a temper.

But as ordered by the lord Mandalore, Thel kept his mind calm and away from those violent thoughts. For now. Instead, he focused his mind on her words. The latter of his choices involved being here to drown her sorrows, which meant she had something sorrow about. As he'd learned from watching others, this could be any number of things; lost of a friend, a lover, a family member, various other minor things. Maybe even a lost bet of a substantial value. He'd also learned not to ask of those things unless they started speaking of them first.

So instead, he decided to focus on her questions that were directed at him. And that he could answer.

"My reasons for coming are simple. I wish to better understand the rest of the cultures that make up the grand culture that is the Mandalarion . I am the only one of my kind here and many of my ways of thinking don't match others. Therefore I have come to learn.

So proud warriors come here to piddle away their hard earned currency on a liquid that effectively turns them into little more than stumbling mouths on legs. Why would such beings want to do that to themselves? That is what I hope to wish today."