06-17-2018, 03:22 PM
The biomech lingered inside of the doorframe as the first limping batch of gladiators returned from their fight. Ricter, Ash, Cell, and Jak Mar...a handsome collection of initial signatures, especially in the case of the blue girl. Kopaka recognized her quite well from her previous listing on the EPD blacklist. He watched the sensuous woman plant herself at the bar and scroll through ongoing fights before settling on the same skirmish that occupied his primary attention.
He could not tell which of the contestants in the Mouse's fight concerned her the most, but Kopaka had to assume it was the Prime known as Desman. Reports from Coruscants Ultramarine division (borderline inscrutable as they were) indicated the scarlet-haired brigand as one of the storm demon's associates. What was more interesting, however, was the confirmed banishment of Ash to the Underverse, and her apparent escape.
The Underverse held a special fascination for Kopaka, as it was one of the few facets of the Omniverse that had gone without his personal scrutiny, till now. It appeared that puffed-up, self-proclaimed prophet from last year's Abyss had been right, after all. What had his name been? Bah, it was irrelevant now. The point was that Kopaka had a reason to engage in conversation with the woman. He approached her slowly, his smothering brown cloak brushing against the floor.
"Silent stranger in a hooded robe approaches PC in a bar...sorry bub, my questbook is topped off." the woman sighed, not bothering to turn around. Kopaka advanced, regardless. He hovered at the corner of the counter, nothing but the slightest glint of sickly yellow beneath the hood to mark an identity.
"This one makes no assumptions." Kopaka murmured. His voice was quiescent and patient? but with a buzzing, digitized ring.
"Yeah, well, this one needs another drink." Ash snapped, scrolling through Syntech's scandalously expansive menu of bourbon.
"Thou hast walked the Underverse. I wouldst hear thy story."
Ash was determined to remain unbothered...but...Kopaka wasn't going anywhere...
He could not tell which of the contestants in the Mouse's fight concerned her the most, but Kopaka had to assume it was the Prime known as Desman. Reports from Coruscants Ultramarine division (borderline inscrutable as they were) indicated the scarlet-haired brigand as one of the storm demon's associates. What was more interesting, however, was the confirmed banishment of Ash to the Underverse, and her apparent escape.
The Underverse held a special fascination for Kopaka, as it was one of the few facets of the Omniverse that had gone without his personal scrutiny, till now. It appeared that puffed-up, self-proclaimed prophet from last year's Abyss had been right, after all. What had his name been? Bah, it was irrelevant now. The point was that Kopaka had a reason to engage in conversation with the woman. He approached her slowly, his smothering brown cloak brushing against the floor.
"Silent stranger in a hooded robe approaches PC in a bar...sorry bub, my questbook is topped off." the woman sighed, not bothering to turn around. Kopaka advanced, regardless. He hovered at the corner of the counter, nothing but the slightest glint of sickly yellow beneath the hood to mark an identity.
"This one makes no assumptions." Kopaka murmured. His voice was quiescent and patient? but with a buzzing, digitized ring.
"Yeah, well, this one needs another drink." Ash snapped, scrolling through Syntech's scandalously expansive menu of bourbon.
"Thou hast walked the Underverse. I wouldst hear thy story."
Ash was determined to remain unbothered...but...Kopaka wasn't going anywhere...
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