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Cybertherion
Pneumatic Cabal
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Posted - 2017.04.26 00:50:48 -
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The antics displayed by the various patrons was observed by an Amarrian, his voluminous black robes hidden in the shadows of a booth furthest from the others. His kind were not a welcome sight in these parts, so when his teeth glinted between the white moustache which was his only noticable feature he briefly considered smiling was a mistake. His grin then widened, and he raised one of his hands from the tented position they rested in to indicate he required liquid refreshment. He activated a hidden nanocamera, and waited for the entertainment to truly begin.
Blood is freedom stained.
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Cybertherion
Pneumatic Cabal
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Posted - 2017.04.27 07:04:56 -
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The Amarrian's grin widened still, while his hand gestured with a florish toward a stunningly attractive patron. "I'll have her, but Archura green tea will please me in the meantime."
Blood is freedom stained.
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Cybertherion
Pneumatic Cabal
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Posted - 2017.04.28 02:19:25 -
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The Amarrian rose and joined the bartender at his work station. The grin had vanished, replaced by a more casual smile.
"My apologies sai" he said "Allow my to introduce myself, they call me Cy, and I meant no offense to you nor your clientele. I have a tongue that takes joy in jest, a joke on stereotypes it is prone to making. While a man of faith, I am no slaver. Or rather, I believe in a different kind of slavery than many of my kin. I think you are of a sharp mind, referring to your statement."
The Amarrian's hand flickered vaguely toward the screen, while it's twin placed the teacup on the bar.
"Tell me about these Black Eagles. Where from do they hail? I tend not to watch the Scope."
Blood is freedom stained.
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Cybertherion
Pneumatic Cabal
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Posted - 2017.05.04 04:48:39 -
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Cy turned away from the bar after raising his teacup in a salute to his tender's toast, his robed whirling like a dervish made of night. At a slow and somewhat overtly dramatic pace the Amarrian approached the booth he had sitting in previously.
Secretly, his grin had returned, widened like the mouth of madness itself. To a casual observer, the gesture he made to another patron would have been unnoticed. As the robed figure disappeared into the shadows, a dancer began to ply her craft.
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Cybertherion
Pneumatic Cabal
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Posted - 2017.07.11 12:14:15 -
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A man walks into the Outer Rim bar, clad in armour like a crustacean made of rage wearing an aura like wings of flame, his eyes hid behind combat tested glass.
A gun - expertly wielded - fires rapidly from his hand into the crowd. Some scream, some duck for cover. Others - more used to the darker regions of space - merely take another swig. A single ricochet from the Amarrian's weapon falls into a disused tip jar. A blank, from a stunt gun. Muri smiles knowingly, a shepherd who is used to dealing the sheep their dreams.
A muted explosion is heard outside by some, but few respond.
I only post here if EvE is offline.
Which means my posts are never well timed.
EAT KRABSAK.
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