Casual RP: Here we go again (Free for all)
 

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This Rp has been started two times before, but the lack of players continiuing has stoped it from ending the right way.
The setting is in a far away future which is something like Duse Ex only that we are in space now. No God moding.
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Ryan was sitting at his usual spot in the Golden Mergling bar, it was his first time there but he alway sat facing the exits. It had been a bad month for him, he had lost his ship and most of his crew while doing a raid against what had seemed a merchant ship.
He scaned the room trying to notice anything unusual, then he turned to his first mate and partner in crime.

-Do you see any way out of this hole?

Taeth'run sat in a corner sipping at some odd foreign drink, his dark red,nearly black ,trench coat completely askew. It had been a rough year. Nearly no excitement at all and, since excitement was his business, no cash either. He would take nearly any kind of job now but unfortunately he hadn't been sucessful thus far.

Tenjin strolled In and glanced at Ryan. Things had gone to Hell for Clan Shadow Wraith. Thanks to an unidentified informer, Nearly every clan member had been slain. It had become so bad that Tenjin was the last one left. He did not appear his usual self. He still wore a suit but even from behind the sunglasses you could see that his eyes had become empty and consumed with rage. He was going to find those who had told of CSW and he was going to make them pay in blood.

Feryal walks in and looks around. Unsure of where exactly she is, she stands and dears not say a word.

Taeth looked up and stared for a moment at the woman in the middle of the room. He was completely befuddled at what a lady of her stature or class would possibly be doing in a place such as this.
He pulled his trench coat straight and watched her from his corner.

Feryal took a seat at the bar and pointed to a drink. The bartender quickly fetched her the request. As he did so, Feryal studied the people in the bar. Most of whom looked as if they've been to Hell and back. She takes a sip of her drink and goes back into deep thought.

Taeth got up smoothly and walked over to the lady and sat down next to her.
"So what's a dove such as yourself doing in a rat den such as this." He gestured in disgust to the room.
"Certaintly a lady of your stature would avoid such place. If not for the place itself so much as the company it kept." He said looking over his sunglasses.

Feryal trys to avoid eye contact, yet she can't help but to giggle at what he had said. She thought to herself of how used that pick up line must be. She tapped the bar top as she thought to herself, and then started giggling louder, turning to the man sitting beside her.
"I'll give you a 5.6 for effort," she said as she took another drink.

Taeth remained calm taking it in stride. He smiled and turned his head to the side. "Well I suppose you have a right to be critical. A woman like you must get that all the time. But my sentiment was honest, this is a rough neighborhood. I'm concerned that you may attract some shall we say... unsavory attention?"
He indicated a fellow sitting in a dark booth on the other side of the room. "He'll give you trouble when you go to leave. I'm pretty sure of it."

Feryal smiles as she looks at the man in the corner. She looks back at the one sitting beside her. "What, don't you think I could take him?" She starts laughing again and gets up from her stool. She turns towards him again. "I thank you for your concern good sir, but i assure you, looks can be decieving." As she turns back around, she trips and loses her balance, falling to the floor and landing on her knees. "Well, i could be wrong," she angrily says to herself under her breath.