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Mar 24, 2015 19:13:54 GMT -5
Post by Wol on Mar 24, 2015 19:13:54 GMT -5
The Aqualish was once more lofting a brow with the response that Diarmuid was providing. "When you say it like that, it just sounds....." opting to leave that statement incomplete. Finishing it instead with a light shudder and shake of his head. "And no, not at all. Thought it would be exciting, but really it's not."
With the Sith getting all squinty eyed, Wolf found himself leaning forwards. Setting clothed elbows upon each of his knees. The larger, upper pair of his own beady black eyes narrowing in much the same fashion. Washing a look of thick scrutiny over the dark haired fellow. Once again, the spider found himself making a visual sweep for weapons. A little sore that he had been interrupted in the practice earlier.
"Is that so ?" Querying, while his tone clearly denied any belief of the statement. "Ain't sure if I should be laughing or not. Your story sounds like it is a little more made up with every word."
With the arrival of a new drink, the Aqualish was taking the tumbler with a curt nod and a fumbling exchange of coin. Wol was a regular in this place, and the staff knew his inability to pay a tab before walking out very well. A distracted gesture, while spiderman was focusing on the Sith. Still putting in a significant effort in deciding if he ought to at all believe parts of what this stranger was speaking.
"I ain't that desperate for funds, Nancy Noodles. Like I said. Well to do sort of fellow." Gesturing to himself with his drink as he spoke the blatant lie. Well to do was a very long way off from what mister four eyes actually was. "I'm still curious though, as to just what you do. This an' that isn't exactly an answer."
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Mar 25, 2015 16:46:07 GMT -5
Post by Ash on Mar 25, 2015 16:46:07 GMT -5
You say that now...
Diarmuid gave the Aqualish a rather intensive gaze for a few seconds, before he laughed it off and ordered another drink. Wol was still speaking while Diarmuid was waiting for his new glass. He also felt two sets of eyes on him from the spider alien.
Moments later, Wol was asking once again what Diarmuid actually did. Now, he couldn't just come out and say he was a Sith just hanging out in a dive in the middle of the Republic's capital world. The Sith sat back in his seat, his lanky form seemingly to elongate.
Put simply, I kill people, but not as your common mercenary or bounty hunter would. Think of that as you will.
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Wol
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Mar 25, 2015 17:38:31 GMT -5
Post by Wol on Mar 25, 2015 17:38:31 GMT -5
Once again, the Aqualish found himself tossing arms out to his side helplessly. Dismissing the fellow's comment. But indeed, he said that now. Tomorrow, the spider might be creditless, and regretting his choice to query the offer now. In his curiosity, Wol went running fingertips along the lines of his jaw and chin. Only just able to accomplish such with tusks in the way. "Am curious though. What's the offer ?" For the sake of knowing, if nothing else.
Sith were things of fairy tales and bedtime monster stories. They didn't exist, really. The made up deterrent the Republic used to keep it's citizens in line. If Diarmuid had called himself Sith, the spider might have had a good laugh, and thought little more of it. Wol liked to refer to himself as Darth Pancake on occasion when overly inebriated.
"Yes yes, you already said you kill innocents for fun. Come on now Nancy, throw me a bone here. Can't you see that I am curious ?" Flapping an arm in a jestingly exasperated manner. "I'm not thinking, is the problem. Gotta be a little more descriptive. Already told you everything about myself."
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Mar 26, 2015 10:04:41 GMT -5
Post by Ash on Mar 26, 2015 10:04:41 GMT -5
Diarmuid had to admit that he was enjoying the feelings he was getting from Wol, and let the feelings roll into him, filling him up. It was only right after that when the Aqualish asked him about the previous offer. Diarmuid's usual wry smile grew ever so slightly as he glanced at the man next to him.
Still, he didn't say anything, at least not at the immediate moment. Wol took the lure that Diarmuid cast, and probably wouldn't be going anywhere soon. Wol's continued talk was furthering Diarmuid's point.
I don't think you have what it takes to know, or do, what I do. That's something you need to prove to me before you learn more.
In one go, Diarmuid finished his drink, and he let his tumbler hit the bar counter loudly. Tonight was shaping out to be an interesting night.
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Wol
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Mar 26, 2015 13:17:59 GMT -5
Post by Wol on Mar 26, 2015 13:17:59 GMT -5
While Diarmuid's mood seemed to be steadily increasing as the conversation went along, Wol's seemed to be doing quite the opposite. The spider found himself growing frustrated with the lack of proper answers, and the amount of vague statements Diarmuid was spilling. It was rather infuriating, for a man who usually got his way. The fact the other was even beginning to smirk and smile was doing wonders at tipping that scale the opposite direction.
"Don't have what it tak-- See here now !" Following suit, and smacking his own empty tumbler upon the counter, so that the spider might rise up to his feet with much pomp and gusto. The action had at least sounded particularly badass in Wol's mind, though he still found himself staggering a slight step with the rush of having suddenly gained his feet. Reaching out to catch the edge of the counter to keep himself from stumbling any further.
"I am Wol Nara. One of the best pilots in this system. I know every alley and corner in this city. Have almost every police officer and droid in my pocket. I even know a few Jedi that owe me favours. Could kill someone in front of a crowd, and walk away easy." One of these things was not a lie.
With his inebriated state of mind, the spider's tone was a little more loud than originally intended. Several other noodle-goers were even turning with loft brows. Snickering or chuckling before going back to their own business. "I've got everything it takes." Came Wol's blunt reply.
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Mar 26, 2015 13:59:57 GMT -5
Post by Ash on Mar 26, 2015 13:59:57 GMT -5
Diarmuid was actually surprised with how fast the Aqualish rose to his feet, the frustration peaking for the moment. Wol's voice rose in pitch as he began throwing all sorts of lies and explanations out.
If Wol wasn't drunk, Diarmuid would have believed the man. He was trying to seem tough: a 'im-a-big-man' act that he had seen before. The Sith's smirk grew somewhat at the feelings he was getting from now not only Wol, but others here in the bar.
So, stop talking the talk and start walking the walk. Prove to me about what you say and show me what you can do, spider.
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Mar 26, 2015 14:57:47 GMT -5
Post by Wol on Mar 26, 2015 14:57:47 GMT -5
Drunk or not, the big man act and spilling of lies would have happened in much the same fashion. Perhaps with a little less stumbling about.. but talking himself up to be all that he was not, was a common habit for the spider. Did this Sith fellow not believe him ? Did nobody in the bar believe him ? The unpleasant thought had Wol whipping about with a clawed finger wavering across the noodle crowd nearby. "Pah, what are you all smirking at ?" Growling lightly at the turned backs of bar-goers, only to receive no acknowledgement whatsoever.
Another clumsy grab at the counter to steady himself, the spider was taking a step closer to Diarmuid. Stooping down to put himself nearly forehead to forehead with the Sith. Narrowed little spider eyes were an incredibly intimidating thing to most. Especially with Wol gritting his teeth behind tusks with the attempt at using the force to help along that feeling of fear. Though it might have been far more effective on a child. Entirely untrained in the skill, and definitely on the drunk side, it was entirely possible the attempt wouldn't even be felt at all by Diarmuid. "I do walk the walk, Nancy."
There were a few dozen things the that were immediately coming to the spider's head in regards to demonstrations. Half of them involved knocking the Sith right off his chair. "What do you have in mind ?"
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Mar 26, 2015 15:40:26 GMT -5
Post by Ash on Mar 26, 2015 15:40:26 GMT -5
Diarmuid was feeling the Aqualish man's outrage now, possibly over the Sith not believing him. At Wol's growling question, most people turned around, leaving their backs turned towards the duo. Diarmuid's smirk grew more.
With an clumsy hand, the Aqualish steadied himself on the counter, stepping closer to Diarmuid. Their foreheads were nearly touching, and the spider's eyes narrowed. Diarmuid's own matched, looking rather sinister on his side. He could feel something foreign trying to mess with his head, but the intimidation trick failed to work.
Now it was Diarmuid turn. After the last question was said, the ends of Diarmuid's lips began to curl. With the force, he gripped Wol's windpipe, squeezing and pushing the man back. He didn't squeeze hard, but it was more than enough to get the others attention.
You're better off focusing that anger and frustration on them, rather than me. Now hop to it, spider.
With that, Diarmuid let him go, no longer influencing the other man through the force.
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Mar 26, 2015 16:44:51 GMT -5
Post by Wol on Mar 26, 2015 16:44:51 GMT -5
The spider found himself growing even more irritated when that smirk across Diarmuid's expression kept right on growing, no matter the threats or little intimidation game. The opposite was supposed to be happening here ! Things had started out with the spider in control, and the Sith being the frowning face. Yet now it had escalated to quite the opposite, and Wol found this concept entirely upsetting.
The grip about his throat had each of the spiders eyes wide. It would take a half second to come to the conclusion that there was something out of the ordinary, and he was not just choking on a noodle. A whole second more to determine the other had not just went reaching out to wrap fingers about the spider's throat. Taking several quick steps backwards with the help of that push. Both hands lift to his throat with teeth grit. Stumbling some as he half collided with a chair behind him.
Wol had only ever seen situations like this in the graphic novels he read. They just.. didn't actually happen. Entirely unsure as to just how to deal with it either. Left clawing at his throat with a look of fear written clear across his face. When he was finally released, Wol was taking a huge, shuddering gasp for breath. Dark eyes narrowed dangerously, and hand even dropping to his side. Running fingertips along he hilt of the knife he wore.
With the influence that Diarmuid was tossing upon him, Wol found himself entirely at a loss on just what to do. Starting a bar fight was just not in his nature, and this overwhelming need to had the spider hopelessly confused. The amount of irritation he felt had Wol even feeling sick to his stomach. Or perhaps that was just the bad combination of alcohol and fear.
Wavering lightly where he stood for a drawn out few moments, combating against his thoughts and trying to make sense of it all. Eventually though, Wol was dropping his hand further to wrap fingers about one of the nearest free standing bar stools. Aiming to throw that in Diarmuid's general direction with a growl. A sloppy action that would likely have the chair hitting knees at the most. Wol wasn't sticking around to learn of it's amount of success however, for the spider was stomping his way outside to go stand just outside the door of the noodle bar.
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Mar 26, 2015 17:13:27 GMT -5
Post by Ash on Mar 26, 2015 17:13:27 GMT -5
Diarmuid was starting to feel all sorts of things coming from Wol now as the Aqualish's four eyes widened in shock, and he stumbled back a handful of steps. Diarmuid was showing teeth now in his smirking smile, eyes narrow as he fed on everything that the spider alien was letting out.
This was the sort of fear that one couldn't find on the battlefield: one that was meaning things were getting hopeless. Diarmuid watched as the man let his fingers graze something he had at his side. The bar had become quiet during the slight ordeal.
Diarmuid was standing now, arms out at his sides as if he was meaning no harm. His sinister look was unchanged, however. After a heartbeat, Diarmuid unzipped his jacket, letting it hang open now from where it was mostly closed. That was about the time where Wol was reaching for a stool near him. When it was tossed, Diarmuid moved, leaping high through the bar as if it were effortless. Where he landed was in front of the door a few meters away from the escaping Wol. A red yellow was in his right hand now: 30 something centimeters in length
Don't feel like playing anymore? I though we could have some fun, friend...
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Mar 26, 2015 18:03:44 GMT -5
Post by Wol on Mar 26, 2015 18:03:44 GMT -5
Wol had a parasite. A feelsucker that had latched onto him, and was getting fat off the Aqualish's quickly swinging moods. If the spider had known the sorts of giddy that Diarmuid was getting off his own emotions, that would have very likely lead to a whole new level of fear and discomfort. Now that just wasn't right.
It wasn't often that one of the humanoid races were jumping as elegantly as Diarmuid had just done. Wol even found himself ducking under the flying Sith while he threw himself through the air to block his way out. Although escape had not exactly been his first intention, Wol was sorely missing the more crisp air just outside the bar. It had grown uncomfortably claustrophobic in the noodle joint.
Was that a bomb ? A blaster ? Wol had never seen a lightsaber in person, and knew not what he was looking at. Perhaps one of the things that would keep the Quala from wetting himself. "I dunno what you're playing at now, buddy. But you really, really don't want to fight me." With the Sith blocking the door, Wol was fully entitled to the defensive roll. Or in his mind anyway. It made his need to strike out at Diarmuid all that more difficult to resist. Both hands drawn up to chest and chin with loose fists as the spider went about shifting his center of gravity lower. Although Wol had himself a neat little reputation when it came to brawling, the alcohol wasn't going to be helping him any.
"You've got five seconds to let me past, or you will be waking up in a world of hurt." If only Wol knew who he was up against...
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Mar 26, 2015 18:25:36 GMT -5
Post by Ash on Mar 26, 2015 18:25:36 GMT -5
Diarmuid laughed out loud at the Aqualish before him. He felt all sorts of emotions and feelings swinging from this man, and Diarmuid was just milking it. Using the force, Diarmuid closed the door behind him, startling more of the patrons still inside the bar.
Nothing could have been going better, or so the Sith thought as the man before him sat himself up in a fighting stance. Diarmuid wasn't much for hand-to-hand fighting, so he wouldn't be doing any of that.
I'm playing a very fun game, and one that I was going to show you. I still might...
With a flourish, Diarmuid extended the yellow cylinder, it groing to about 130 centimeters, but it was just a simple pole now, but with many options. He was holding it dominantly in his left hand
See this here? This is you life choice. You can try to get through me, but you may not be all in one piece...
Diarmuid had no plans to kill this man... yet. He was still having fun. His smirk grew once again, giddy anticipation in his orange eyes.
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Mar 26, 2015 19:13:43 GMT -5
Post by Wol on Mar 26, 2015 19:13:43 GMT -5
The scowl across the spider's expression was etching itself more prominently upon his face as each moment past. Generally a difficult thing to see, as his mouth was hidden behind tusks, and the spider lacked eyelids and a wide range of expressions. Though still, both anger and irritation, and a little bit of healthy fear were all displayed clearly on Wol's face now.
"It's shaping up to be a stupid game, if you ask me." Little black spider eyes drawn to the weapon Diarmuid was wielding. Still unsure of what it was, and growing far more suspicious as the thing expanded. A shock baton, perhaps.. or some strange variation of one.
With weapons brandished and the door shoved shut, the silent bar was definitely on edge now. The owner very likely even gone reaching for a blaster, or some other means to defend himself and establishment with. Wol too, would be considering his knife again. Fancy weapons against fists was hardly a fair match. There wasn't too much thought put forwards at all, and Wol was stepping in to get this little dance started, drawing the knife from it's place at his belt as he moved.
Reaching out not with blade, but hilt and knuckles. A prompt to have the Sith moving in some fashion or another, so that he might intercept an oncoming parry or attack with is unarmed hand. Continuing forwards all the while to intrude upon Diarmuid's personal bubble, and force him back if at all possible. If Wol couldn't go peacefully around the Sith, he would go through him. "Get out of my way, lassie."
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Mar 27, 2015 11:53:06 GMT -5
Post by Ash on Mar 27, 2015 11:53:06 GMT -5
Diarmuid could feel fear and anger emanating from the Aqualish. He was also finding the aqualish to be quite stupid, now more than ever, especially with ho much he wanted to get by.
Yet it took Wol entirely too much time before he was drawing out some sort of weapon: a knife. He was planning on going toe to toe with a Sith with fists and a knife. Diarmuid couldn't take it anymore, and started laughing once again.
You truly are an idiot to try to fight. I won't even give you the honor. You want out so badly that you'll die for it? Go for it.
Diarmuid collapsed his polearm now, taking two steps off to the side while he tucked it away inside his jacket. He didn't even give the other man the honor of penetrating his personal bubble before stepping away.
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Mar 27, 2015 12:39:27 GMT -5
Post by Wol on Mar 27, 2015 12:39:27 GMT -5
The Aqualish had gone reaching out with weapon and hand-- only to find purchase with nothing at all. Prompting mister spiderman to stagger several paces forward with an awkward stumble and a confused grunt. He hadn't even smacked into Diarmuind all close and cuddly like he'd originally been intending. It was the alcohol, not force aided reflexes. That was what Wol would live by as an explanation.
Now that the spider had reached the door like he had been intending, that wasn't quite good enough any more. The simple task of just leaving had lost all of it's lustre. He could go whipping about to make a real attempt at sinking his knife into the Sith, but that would likely end in a lot more blood than Wol was prepared for. His own blood, more than likely. Left standing before the door with an ugly scowl and a poor mood.
"Bait me into swinging, and you don't wanna fight now that you know my strength." Talking over his shoulder with knuckles supporting his weight on each side of the door frame. "Coward." A low blow. Made even worse by the fact Wol was exiting stage left immediately after speaking. Shouldering his way through the door out into the street. Tucking that knife away was in his best interests as well, although at this hour things were relatively deserted.
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