*Arc reflects on the troubles of the Caldari man.
*Arc goes to say something but then hesitates, " " Arc thinks some more about the meaning of what Liethe said, "You don't have to be a killer." states Arc

*"I mean you are a soldier but don't think about killing the enemy, they don't die they are like you. Find your inner core, find what you believe in that small light inside yourself. Then whenever you are on the battlefield don't think about fighting and attacking your enemies, try to just defend your humanity. for me, i fight for my former self, I am him in all senses of the word, but he is not me. He died long ago in my second battle."
*Arc looks deeper into Leithe "Who are you ?" asks Arc

((will remove this ooc in a few days but remember to check the OOC in the Dust fiction section of the forums, i'm going to try to start some more discussions there... link is on the first post by jakar))

Niina looks at him for a moment, remaining completely silent as she rests her head on the bar and looks up at him with a plain expression. When she finally speaks her eyebrows drop harshly and her lips curl into a pout.

"What, so you buy a girl a drink and you think that gives you a free ticket to try and get in her pants? I mean... That is what you're after, isn't it? Really, if it is then you might as well just skip all formalities and 'cut to the chase.'"

Leithe bristles, grips his glass tighter, sending a lattice work of cracks down its surface.

"You have to earn the right to ask me that..." he says bitterly.

Suddenly he straightens, notices the glass, its flawed surface, the swirling liquid slowly leaking out in a thin film that coats the glass, slowly spreading across the bar.

He tried to smile, but it is crooked, broken. "That's a story that would ruin your night, and mine.... better left unsaid."

He briefly considered shifting the focus to Arc...but he knew that stories were just stories and the past had to remain the past....

"I guess I like to think I am a hunter, I hunt rabbits, where ever they go, whatever they do."

"I guess I like to think I am a hunter, I hunt rabbits, where ever they go, whatever they do."

Jakar pours himself a whiskey as he listens to the conversation and begins sipping it slowly. "Who are you?" - Arc's words echo inside his head. Who am I, now? The question nags at him and it sours him for a second a he stares into the glass of whiskey. He had been a few things; none perhaps so dark as what some of these other immortals had experienced, but still, looking back they had made him and twisted him into what he no longer wanted to be, but the temptation to be it was ironically probably at the bottom of the same bottle of whiskey sitting on the counter to his right. He takes another sip.

"What do you think of the club so far?" Jakar asks, changing the subject; the current one is clearly bothering Leithe and quite frankly it is bothering him too.

"What, so you buy a girl a drink and you think that gives you a free ticket to try and get in her pants? I mean... That is what you're after, isn't it? Really, if it is then you might as well just skip all formalities and 'cut to the chase.'"

"I guess I like to think I am a hunter, I hunt rabbits, where ever they go, whatever they do."

Jakar pours himself a whiskey as he listens to the conversation and begins sipping it slowly. "Who are you?" - Arc's words echo inside his head. Who am I, now? The question nags at him and it sours him for a second a he stares into the glass of whiskey. He had been a few things; none perhaps so dark as what some of these other immortals had experienced, but still, looking back they had made him and twisted him into what he no longer wanted to be, but the temptation to be it was ironically probably at the bottom of the same bottle of whiskey sitting on the counter to his right. He takes another sip.

"What do you think of the club so far?" Jakar asks, changing the subject; the current one is clearly bothering Leithe and quite frankly it is bothering him too.

Demel turns and calmly looks at his drink and sips at as she speaks, his face slowly becomes calm, open eyed, but calm along with a slow inhale and turns to her with his usual smile.

"Hm...I guess let's cut the chase." He says with a sly, curling grin developing on his face.

"Demel Derpovsky," He extends his hand outward in a formal and poignant Caldari manner with a dry, monotone voice, "CEO of Derringer Defenses."

His face has gone dark, his eyes fixed on her face with a deep, sharp gaze. Lips reposed but stern configure, back straight, shoulders spread and legs formally tucked in towards the chair.

"It'll be fun being in competition with you, a good performance of economics and politics...minus the legalities I hope." He says, his same cunning grin reappearing and a slight inhale at the end.

He then checks the time on his neural neocom with a slight twitch of the eye.

"Well, now that the formalities are done, I have more important affairs to attend to. Have fun at the bar- and.....loose the jacket....I mistook you for a working lady the moment you entered the bar with those clothes, but keep the logo....that is a nice font."

Demel stands up from his chair and backs away slowly in a slight limp motion and waves with wavy fingers, his grin full on and a slight high chuckle following suit. With a swivel of the ball of his foot he walks away towards Jakar's office.

His face has gone dark, his eyes fixed on her face with a deep, sharp gaze. Lips reposed but stern configure, back straight, shoulders spread and legs formally tucked in towards the chair.

"It'll be fun being in competition with you, a good performance of economics and politics...minus the legalities I hope." He says, his same cunning grin reappearing and a slight inhale at the end.

Jakar looks at Leithe. A bit of curiosity grips him. "If you don't mind me asking, what's your vice?" he inquires, referring to whatever it is that Leithe had taken moments earlier.

He blinks surprised, a touch ashamed even.

"It's Crystal Egg..." He says plainly. " The strong, expensive stuff....not the trash most dealers are handing out...it has to be strong or it doesn't affect me."

He taps the side of his head with a single crooked finger, looks up a Jakar with an apologetic frown. Even high he eyes are focused on the man, he doesn't look away, the cold blue irises distinctly contrast with the dark red lines that run across the whites of his eyes.

"Up here is frazzled anyway....something strong has to get through, and this is the only stuff besides......" He cuts off abruptly.

"...the only stuff I got....anyway I gotta take a ****..."

He get up and walks to the restrooms.

He returns a moment later, passes between two of the dancers, the one that Caldari was messing with glances at him dismissively. Had he been empathic he might have known that she thought he was cute....barely....dark hollow rings around his eyes, blood shot eyes, slouch and pallid skin...not so flattering. But the mussed up, almost curly black hair, the piercing blue eyes were a draw.

But he did not know this. He sighed heavily, wasn't anything unusual anyway.

He passes the bar, noting a very effeminate Caldari male meandering way, more of a swagger really...

As he passes closer to the woman, he can't help but speak.

"What an absolute smarmy bastard, can't help but leave with a parting shot eh?"

He blinks surprised, a touch ashamed even.

"It's Crystal Egg..." He says plainly. " The strong, expensive stuff....not the trash most dealers are handing out...it has to be strong or it doesn't affect me."

He taps the side of his head with a single crooked finger, looks up a Jakar with an apologetic frown. Even high he eyes are focused on the man, he doesn't look away, the cold blue irises distinctly contrast with the dark red lines that run across the whites of his eyes.

"Up here is frazzled anyway....something strong has to get through, and this is the only stuff besides......" He cuts off abruptly.

"...the only stuff I got....anyway I gotta take a p!ss..." ((lol censored))

He get up and walks to the restrooms.

He returns a moment later, passes between two of the dancers, the one that Caldari was messing with glances at him dismissively. Had he been empathic he might have known that she thought he was cute....barely....dark hollow rings around his eyes, blood shot eyes, slouch and pallid skin...not so flattering. But the mussed up, almost curly black hair, the piercing blue eyes were a draw.

But he did not know this. He sighed heavily, wasn't anything unusual anyway.

"I'd ask how you got behind the bar, but my staff knows you. Thank you. I'll send an email around to my staff with the dates so we can accommodate it." He motions to Leithe "Leithe Askarii," - back to Demel - "Demel Derpovsky. Demel is a contractor that I had obtain me a new door after some maniac decided to blow it up."

"I support the colors of my allies, i run Minmatar assault, i use gallente assault rifles, but i'm going to get the combat rifle as soon as the manufacturers start producing them. However I am known more for my extreme dropship piloting skills, i can do all kinds of fancy manuevers to outrun those pesky swarms, alas the forge gunners always get me no matter what." states arc with a tone of sadness
*Arc glances at the interupting man named Mistaahh (Interesting) thinks Arc

"Well it was nice to see you again Heathen, i believe i'm off to find some new story to hear" (Or there was that Caldari woman... eh i've talked to lots of gallente mercs before) Arc decides to talk to the caldari woman
*Arc stares at the face of the Caldari Woman .... (Niina Eskola, Head of her own corporation,) Arc takes note of this information given to him by his facial recognition modification

*Arc walks up to Niina "Hello Ma'am you must be Niina Eskola! Head of Eskola Ergonomics, pleasure to meet you". (So far so good) thinks Arc, (Hey i might finally be getting this social stuff down) Arc mentally pats himself on the shoulder