Where Everybody Knows Your Name. Feb 20, 2016 17:59:25 GMT
Post by Sanngrior on Feb 20, 2016 17:59:25 GMT
The noise inside the cantina was deafening, criminals of countless different species with dozens of different specialities laughed, argued and dealt amongst themselves. Back before the Saiyan Solar Empire was run by an actually competent authority, places like this used to be far more common. Now, one had to slink all the way to this backwater asteroid in the ruins of what once was the Arcosian Empire.
In many ways, it was pitiful.
Suddenly, there was a palpable change in the air. A sense of foreboding and unease swept through the room, and all at once the door to the cantina threw itself open. The band - always a live band at this sort of cantina - immediately stopped in their playing. Silhouetted against the light of the outside world there was a shadowy figure. Her long-sleeved jacket covered in blood, the hood pulled up tight to shroud her features in darkness. Only the lank black hair she wore beneath was allowed to spill free into the world, and even that seemed somehow reluctant to do so - as though it were inviting catastrophe even to gaze upon it for too long.
As she stepped into the room, the hardened criminals and mercenaries within fell back. Rumours had been swirling around the underworld for a while now about this one. People had known who Sanngrior was; a crazed assassin who did a lot of work for the saiyans. Then, apparently, she'd gone rogue. Some idiot had bought her a ship and now she was out there terrorizing everything that moved.
Murderers and bounty hunters alike shared a look and reached for their various weapons. As they did, behind her, more people began to file into the bar. Aliens of various kinds who looked far more like they belonged in this kind of environment.
Not one amongst them had the spirit to raise their weapon to her before she made it to the bar, and it was only then that she seemed to even notice there were other individuals in the room at all. That shadowy hood turned slowly to the left, and then to the right, taking stock of the various seedy and malevolent characters upon whose territory she had intruded.
"My crew, are thirsty."
She spoke the words in a voice as warm and inviting as an empty grave on a winter's night, as cracked and broken as the frozen earth itself.
"Drinks tonight, are on me."
And just like that, those five words dispelled the sensation of menace lingering over the disturbing scene. A roar of approval built from the back of the room, and the band kicked up into life once again as the bartender began to serve out thick, chunky glasses of the irregularly brewed local delicacy for the crew to enjoy.
For the moment, Sanngrior was content to just watch. This whole 'relaxing' thing was not something which she could see herself growing too accustomed to.
(Killing Intent used to briefly silence the bar and get people's attention, then dropped - Sanngrior likes to make an entrance)