Maximia slowly walks by the window of the newly opened restaurant, she bends over a little to get a better look inside the restaurant, since she is 6'11". Dressed in a slight green long sleeve shirt and military like pants with a tactical harness, supporting a pouch like bag on her side, she walks over to the door and looks at Aria, smiling at the workers of the restaurant. She then bobs her head side to side, trying to see who runs the restaurant.

Aria quickly looks out the window and waves at the woman. Walking towards the door and opening it wide, Aria motions for her to come inside.

"Hi! Welcome to Aria's Place. I'm the owner of this restaurant." She grins widely before snatching a menu from the bar counter and making her way back to the entrance. "Please come inside and try something. We might have some that'll peak your interest."

"Thank you!" She says, smiling and walking in, ducking a little to not hit her head against the opening. She then walks over to one of the vacant seats and sits there, a little away but an eye shot from Galm, not wanting to dine alone and without a chat. She then flips through the menu and blinks a little.
"Uhn....." she then looks around, slightly intimidated by the list if cuisine available for her to order. Dining out was fairly new for her.

She closes her eyes and loops her finger in an 8 symbol, then after 5 seconds, she lands it onto the menu....landing in the blank margin. She then sighs and looks for Aria, signing her, politely, to come over.

"What would you recommend?" She says.

Aria notices Galm walk into the restaurant and sit at one of the booths, his eyes scan the menu while she makes her way over to him. "Hello Galm." She smiles and grabs a small notepad out of her pocket. "What can I get you to eat today?"

Galm flashes a pleasant smile despite despite his exhaustion.

"Saisa, arvumaa," he beams in his native tongue.

His eyes swap to a cool blue as he struggles to recall all the Matari he had downloaded from language skillbooks. His words, while correct, sport an obvious accent that seems to only stick to someone who has spent a considerable amount of time in Pure Blind. He eyes over the menu, biting his lower lip.

"I will take... Hmm, let's see here... Ah!"

His eyes glow golden in a moment of inspiration.

"I would like some of your corn bread please, with a large glass of milk! I would also like two of your waffles, but... um..."

He seems slightly embarrassed to ask.

"Could you put a bacon, egg, and toast platter in between the two waffles? With rye toast and the eggs over easy? Kind of like a breakfast sandwich, but you know, mercenary sized."

He smiles, thinking of the weekend breakfasts he used to share with his old mentor.

"I would be willing to pay the price of both meals, and a bit extra for the trouble."

Aztec strolls past the blue building. He sees a sign saying it's Matari.
*haven't had actual MatarI cuisine in a long time*
He strolls in, with a Minmatar jacket, neck scarf and dark Indigo Caldari pants.
When he enters, he is automatically greeted with the enticing smell of fine cuisine.
"Mmm..."
Though, he quickly goes stoic at the sudden abrasive smell of smoke. He sees a customer smoking.

He strolls quickly to the other side of the eatery. He goes to a booth where a man, Galm, sits.
"Do you mind if I sit here? I like to have company when I eat."

Galm smiles once again and thanks Aria for her kindness.

Several minutes later a lone Gallente clad in heavy dropsuit armor struts into the diner. Galm eyes him just quick enough to catch him spouting a rough snort. Galm fakes saluting the man, only to swap his hands and shoot him the bird at the last second. He was certain nothing would come of it. It was these small nonverbal salutations that made the mercenary world go round. It was, for lack of a better term, standard operating procedure.



Gods and spirits, this guy...

He eyes Aztec up and down cynically for several moments. Seconds creep onward as he process the man in front of him.

"Sure, what the hell," Galm responds, rubbing his temples.

"Nice scarf by the way."

Aztec smiles.
"Thank you, it was a gift from a tribe elder."
"You have a nice smile by the way", he says it with a wink.

Aztec leans in, across the table.
"What if I were?"

"Uhhh," She clicks her tongue against her teeth, "I'd go with the Maui Maui Fish Tacos. We top it with pineapple salsa and avocado cream." With a pause, she glances at the menu. "It will go perfect with some lemonade an a slice of cake. Fish tacos were a huge hit in my house as a teen."

Galm's blank stare shifts into a look of amusement.

"Well in that case then unfortunately for you... And possibly myself... In light of recent events I am inclined to believe that I have already entered a committed relationship and would have to turn you down."

He bites down on his tongue, looking slightly flustered.

"Still not entirely sure how that happened, me and Niina."

Aztec leans back and laughs.
"The look on your face!"
He composes himself
"Sorry terribly rude of me... So, what's Niina like?"

Quickly the twenty year old jogs over to the table, little notepad in hand. "Hi I'm Fiona and I'll be your waitress today. Can I get you anything to drink to start you off?"

"Waffle sandwich and a fish taco order."

Grabbing the two orders and placing them onto a large round tray as well as with their drinks. Aria makes her way over to Galm.

"Waffle sandwich made to your order. Cornbread and a large glass of milk." She places the plate in front of Galm, then his glass of milk and gives him a fork, knife and spoon. "There's some syrup in that silver syrup can next to you."

She then looks at the information on the dishes on the menu, she blinks slightly and rumminates over them. She looks back at her and nods, biting her lip a little.

"I'll try those," she says, "Never really ate out that much...."

She then hands her back the menu with a pleased smile.

((I thought you were a woman...Mind ******!))

((Will post in a little bit, I'm watching Fringe))

He turns his thin smile back to Galm. Then he notices the smell of menthol. His eyes blink twice and he gets over it.
"I know what you mean. Relationships are always hard to maintain when one is immortal. It's doable, but very trying. Anyways, you said something about Caldari Steel. I did some stuff with them once, they are real hard nosed when it comes to profits."

((not female, just fabulous))

"Yeah, especially with how much money they lost under Heth. They are about willing to do anything to turn a profit, which I suppose works in both my favor and Niina's. I've been doing some dangerous work for Eskola Ergonomics. The kind of work that you don't freely talk about over waffles."

Galm shovels yet more food into his maw, wiping food from his cheek like a child.

"What about you Aztec? You got someone out there? What, eh... Fires your engines?"

While Kam catered to Aztec and Jonny, Aria moved over to the large jukebox that housed a few 5,000 songs. She always updated the jukebox with new music since she first bought it last year. Slipping an ISK into the slot and tapping a few numbers on the electronic screen, the restaurant was filled with a Matari woman singing about finding someone better than her ex while playing some bluesy licks. With a small nod, Aria grinned thinking about how she used to listen to the blues all the time on her way to school or to the beach.

Politely Kador raises a hand, beckoning to one of the waitresses.

Aria noticed Jonny walk in with his large heavy suit. She eyed him suspiciously but averted her gaze back to Maximia who was handing her the menu back. It wasn't that she disliked the guy or anything, she just wasn't too fond of the dropsuit while in public kinda thing. There was something special about going out with your leisure clone, wearing your nice clothes that you bought recently and enjoying some fresh air on your skin. Soon after Aztec stepped inside with a Matari jacket and scarf with a pair of Caldari pants. She smiled at him while walking over to the bar counter.

"Kam," She gives Maximia's order to Sou. "Ask our Gallente customers what they would like to eat." She paused and moved to fix the young teenage girl's hair. "Be nice but if one gets too handy, let me know and I'll knock some heads." smiling gently, she let Kam, the seventeen year old Vherokior Matari walk over to the tables.

While Kam catered to Aztec and Jonny, Aria moved over to the large jukebox that housed a few 5,000 songs. She always updated the jukebox with new music since she first bought it last year. Slipping an ISK into the slot and tapping a few numbers on the electronic screen, the restaurant was filled with a Matari woman singing about finding someone better than her ex while playing some bluesy licks. With a small nod, Aria grinned thinking about how she used to listen to the blues all the time on her way to school or to the beach.

Leans back and smiles, looking up at the light above them.
"Perhaps... If I still do I've been a total jerk and ignoring her. That's the funny thing. No matter how "immortal" we become, we are still restrained and restricted by the the issues of regular mortals. Only difference is when they die, they will know peace, at least if they have made their peace."
He looks back down at Galm.
"But I digress. I don't see much of a point of having a significant other. That's just me though. You got to do what makes you happy."

Maximia then takes her eyes off of her screen, looking at Kador for a second, having an interest or perhaps "fetish" of sorts of men in uniform. She quickly then blinks a little and looks back at her hologram screen, her hands shaking a little and soon the resume of her quiet, frantic taps and movements on the screen.

Maximia then takes her eyes off of her screen, looking at Kador for a second, having an interest or perhaps "fetish" of sorts of men in uniform. She quickly then blinks a little and looks back at her hologram screen, her hands shaking a little and soon the resume of her quiet, frantic taps and movements on the screen.

As he gets up to leave he notices a woman. She looks up, for the briefest instant he feels slightly concerned. The look seemed hungry to him.... and not , the thought in a way he supposed was good.

Carefully he tucked the chair in at the table, smiling apologetically at the waitress who has come over to see him, and exited the restaurant.

((I haven't abandon the thread, I'ce been watching Fringe like all day and I just got my controller replacement part so I started to play Dust. I will write tomorrow when I come back from seeing my grandma :) ))

"Heh, I came here to grab a quick bite to eat, never imagined to meet such a pretty lady, made my knees weak. Wouldn't it be much nicer to let these fine... upstanding... gentlemen enjoy there meal in peace? And not tarnish your clothes with blood?"

Heathen walks over to an unoccupied booth and begins looking at the menu.

"We'll, it looks like she scared him off. Not gonna lie to you Galm, buddy; she looks more intimidating than you... I kinda dig that though, at a subconscious level."

She then looks at Galm with wide eyes, staring into him, staring deep into him with her brown eyes. She then holds her stare at Galm, not even batting her eye, her mercenary and pirate instincts rising and tearing through her memory and skin. She then chuckles, chin up and eyes still wide open, focused, but clearly deranged, thirsty for no longer attention, but blood and pain for sadistic and rancor thoughts.

"Keep drinking that milk, boy. Or else your sides won't be the only thing hurting." She beacons towards Galm.

Saving her documents into her main computer, she slides the computer into her pocket.

"You seem to have a lot of pride in yourself to say things out loud." She slowly raises herself from the chair and walks over to Galm with calm slow steps. Her towering size of 7'6", nearly touching the ceiling as she looks down at the sitting Galm. She grins at him while crossing her thick muscular arms.

((Why don't we be able to ask the waiters for food? We won't kill them or anything, we'll just be able to ask them, and rp them to come over and give us something to dine, sounds good?Tsokay though, I get it, thanks for letting us know you'll be gone))

Aztec talks as if Maximia is not there.
"Look Galm, buddy, pal, I doubt it makes much sense to insult a person and then try to flirt with them. That's not you. No... That is something I would do."

Aztec finally smiles wide enough that it looks like he's silently laughing. He looses the grip on himself, letting 'him' take over.

He looks up at Maximia.
"Ooh Kill'em!", he says in a mocking attitude.

"Galm, I'll get behind her and you push. The bigger they are, the harder they fall."
Aztec was laughing so hard he could barely breath.

((Terrorist is such a loaded term Adamance. ))

"What? No! Spirits, no!"

Galm gives Aztec a look of utter disgust, then turns back to the Matari.

"I just feel like I owe you. I'm trying to be friendly here. Please, ignore the kakku, I hardly know him."

"Your say chief. Didn't figure you for an anti-japist."

As Maximia is about to open her mouth to respond to Galm, she suddenly finds her self interrupted by Aztek. She then looks at them, trying to interject into their conversation with a growing annoyance and a dying anger. She then stops listening to them and sighs, looking into blank space and relaxing a bit. he probably has a nice house....he really probably has one....Hrm....I got other people. She then sighs and interrupts their conversation, rubbing her eyes before she speaks,
"I just wanted to say your arrogance and pride isn't simply 'done', it's 'proven'," She then looks down at Galm and makes a forgiving smirk, "I'm too busy to deal with people in a fist fight right now."

She then reaches into her pocket and pulls some isk out while pulling a hand out from his side or wherever it currently is.

"here," She plops a couple isk into his hand and walks away, "Have a drink on me."

She then walks over to her booth and takes a seat, sighing and opening her neocom to get Demel to come over. She signals the slightly shaking waitress for her food as she brings her plate with fearful hands.

As Maximia is about to open her mouth to respond to Galm, she suddenly finds her self interrupted by Aztek. She then looks at them, trying to interject into their conversation with a growing annoyance and a dying anger. She then stops listenning to them and sighs, looking into blank space and relaxing a bit. he probably has a nice house....he really probably has one....Hrm....I got other people. She then sighs and interrupts their conversation, rubbing her eyes before she speaks,
"I just wanted to say your arrogance and pride isn't simply 'done', it's 'proven'," She then looks down at Galm and makes a forgiving smirk, "I'm too busy to deal with people in a fist fight right now."

She then reaches into her pocket and pulls some isk out while pulling a hand out from his side or wherever it currently is.

"here," She plops a couple isk into his hand and walks away, "Have a drink on me."

She then walks over to her booth and takes a seat, sighing and openning her neocom to get Demel to come over. She signals the slightly shaking waitress for her food as she brings her plate with fearful hands.

"I'm a bad person."

GÇ£Thanks,GÇ¥ CJ pulled a few large bills out of his pocket. GÇ£IGÇÖll be covering the ladies bill,GÇ¥ He nodded towards Maximia. GÇ£Just donGÇÖt let her know who paid for it.GÇ¥ The waiter nodded his understanding before moving on to take care of the other customers.

Aztec looks at his "friend", for a while. However, Aztec notes that Galm's mind is contested.

~He's being weaker than you.~
*You should learn to make your peace.*
~Speak for yourself.~
*... I will.*

"Sir, if I may interject. Do not let her words confound you. She knows not know your true self. Not where your heart rests, nor why it pumps. There's only one soup who knows the truth."

He sits up straight and looks him in the eyes.

"Yours."

Aria walks into her restaurant tiredly. The night before she had fought for the Matari all night. A lot of deaths but supporting her team as best as she could, that good night but a damper on her performance today. Lackluster performances for her and she felt like she was letting her ISK drain. Nodding her head over at Galm and Aztec, she smiled softly.

"Hey you two." She pointed to the booth. "Mind if I sit with you two?"

Aztec looks up.
*That voice... Where have I heard it before?*
~I know. I'll show you.~
*Do it.*
The numbers flush back into his vision and his eyes dilate.
*Bar... Fight... Club* The images flood back.

Aztec starts clicking his tongue. He listens to the echos and makes a mental image of the restaurant. He hears him make his order.
*At least he has good tastes.*
~What's the play? Loud option?~
*Nah, just standbye for tasking... Your actually reasonable when it's go time.*
~Me? You mean us. Yes, we are.~
*Right then.*

Aztec twists his neck sideways and cracks it. Then continued enjoying his meal.

---

"How you holding up there Galm?"

"Tell me Galm, what is your end game in life? What do you strive forth, for what do you struggle?"

"Does she get in trouble often?"

She raises her hand for the waiter to come over, and asks for the rest to be put into a box.

"Garcon?" She says in a perfect french-like accent.
The waiter turns around, being of Matari blood and knowing Matari language, "Yes?"
"How do I pay?" She says pointing towards the food in the box.
"Your covered."
"....what?"
"Your...covered...somebody paid for you..."
"...what?"
The waiter sighs and walks away, knowing that if she get some time she'll understand.

Maximia sits there, slightly confused and then looks around the restaurant and bites her lip. how'd pay for me?. She then comes to a realization and her eyes go wide with a hint of a grin Maybe it's that Amarrian..... She blushes a little and then stops, blinking a bit, realizing that he had not even dined at the restaurant, simply came...and left. She then sighs disappointed and looks around. I have a stalker..... Paranoia rushes through her and she quickly grabs her food and leaves the restaurant in a quick pace, headed for the door.

"No, I suppose not. But should the time ever come I've made sure she has a collection of my clones nearby. Eskola keeps mostly to the shadows for now, but that isn't always a good thing."

"By all means," Galm returns, lifting his head off the table.

He smiles warmly, bouncing back from his mental slip with suprising ease. He'd had experience calling himself back from the threshold of madness.

The frentix helped quite a bit too.

"Well Aria, I got to say, it was fairly uneventful and boring until I happened upon your fine eatery."

Galm smiles once again. Each time he does it seems more forced and mechanistic. His augmented vision glows a cheerful light blue in spite of his exhausted expression. He seems absolutely giddy when a waiter finally arrives with his coffee, displaying a youthful pep that branches far away from normal expression and into the "uncanny valley."

There are things behind his face. Horrible, vile things that only froth to the surface every now and again. Was the real Galm the boyish smile, or the creature who hid behind it?

"Truth be told, this is the first bit of rest I have gotten in days! It is so wonderful that you built a place like this were people can enjoy a good meal."

Jonny wakes up suddenly from his drunken slumber screaming 'DIE SCUM DIE!' He then looks around and regains his sense quickly. He clears his throat and motions for the cute waitress that was serving him to come over. When she arrived, Jonny quickly ordered 3 more beers and a cheeseburger, creamy chicken pasta, and chili fries.

A quick survey of the room and Jonny wasn't really impressed with the new patrons that had walked in since he passed out. He didn't care that much for most people these days, expect for the occasional Matari Woman, especially ones from the Brutor tribe.

Hearing one of the merc's scream, Aria practically jumps in her seat. She was more of the quiet type while dealing with foes. Letting her gun do the talking for her was all she needed. Looking down at her chowder, she grabbed the metal spoon.

"I'm hoping to bring more recipes over that my grandma taught my mother. Sometime this week, I'm making my way over to The Republic to see my family." She chuckles with annoyance. "I also have to play nice with my jackass father and try not to argue with him."

"Do you find it ironic at all that you left the family business, then ended up opening a retsaurant anyway? I mean, I know this is only a side business compared to what contracts rake in, but this seems like it would either be a dramatic turn of events or a well planned way of sticking it to your father."

She waved her hand wanting to get off the topic of the man that annoyed her. "Tell me about yourself Galm. Any businesses you ever thought of doing?"

"I've been keeping myself busy these days. A lot of it is under the table operations, so I don't really get any sort of a cut. I'm usually paid periodically in Aurum credits from my employer. Between working for Eskola, getting paid to fight, and running the Summit temple, there isn't much more I could ask for in life. Though... I've always hoped that one day when Niina and I have built up enough money, we can settle down together and run our own corporation without having to resort to these shady arms deals she has me doing now.

"I can see it now! Eskola Ergonomics and Galm Heavy Industries!"

Their is a certain twinkle in his eyes when he thinks of it, though it isn't quite clear if which his is more excited about: The potential profit in the company or earning the love of its young CEO.

Taking a few spoonfuls of chowder, Aria ate the chowder with a small haste. Wiping her mouth, she leaned back in her seat. "Seems like Niina stole your heart. There's nothing greater than love or stronger." She giggles. "At least that's what I tell myself."

Taking a few spoonfuls of chowder, Aria ate the chowder with a small haste. Wiping her mouth, she leaned back in her seat. "Seems like Niina stole your heart. There's nothing greater than love or stronger." She giggles. "At least that's what I tell myself."

*over hears the conversation by accident, opens his eyes and looks straight at the merc who talks about this unknown emotion*

"hm... your lucky to have found something like that... make sure you don't lose this point in your life, youl ever have something quite like it again.... prolong the end as long as you can... good luck to you."

"She's stolen a lot more from me than just my heart."

Galm blushes slightly, sinking into his chair a bit.

"But her and I are kind of a package deal now, for better or for worse. There my not be anything stronger than love, but there are few things more dangerous."



Galm polity nods before returning to his coffee. It takes a moment for him to digest the mercenary's words.

Prolong the end as long as you can...

Galm squeezes his mug hard, threatening to shatter it in his hand for a moment before loosening his grip. He thought back on the last fight he and Niina had with each other.

She was a baseliner.

She would grow old.

One day, however soon or far from now, she would die.

*noticing the un easiness of the merc in front of him, Doniken walks closer with something in mind of which he had dealt with before.... something he will never forget*

"hi, im Doniken Vokera... i know what your thinking and what you want to avoid..."

*he hesitates before saying*

"i may have the answer you desire.. i.... i can help you i think.. if your willing to hear me out."

Galm retracts defensively before responding.

"If you have something on your mind, share it."

His eyes flicker red.

"theres no need for hostility here, this is a restaurant after all.."

"I'm well aware."

Galm remains tense. It's obvious that he is not comfortable talking about Niina to so many people.

"I am willing to offer you a chance to have this person your fond of as long as you live... some of my contacts within the federation owe me some favors, they happen to have technology able to implant someone with the immortality we have. when I over heard you talking about your friend and how distracted when I muttered those specific words I thought I would id be of some assistance."

Galm's entire face twitches. The thought of thousands of machines digging into Niina's head. Carving, cutting, uploading... Making her like him...

He tries to say something but his breath hitches. It wasn't the first time he had thought about it...

---

"I don't want to think about what it would be like without you. Before I found you, I... I was a mess. I don't want to become that person again Niina."

"You won't. Not as long as you remember me and keep me close. We're hear, and then we are not. That is just how things work. Besides, you're Intaki, right? I though you all believe that if two people are meant to be together, they will fi--"

"Find their way back together. But I don't want you reborn, I want you as you are now. I wouldn't want you to lose an ounce of your beauty. Please, just consider it."

"Treasure... It's just how things work. People used to look forward to growing old together. Won't you still love me when I'm old? Is my youth all that matters to you?"

"You're asking me to watch you age and die while I watch. I just don't want to watch someone I care ab--"

"Please. Galm. I'll be fine, treasure. When I'm gone, I'll find you again. One way or another, you're stuck with me. I think there is a beauty in that, don't you?"

---

He dwells on the memory, remembering what she had said.

But... It doesn't have to be that way.

"Why would you help me? What interest is it to you?"

Galm looks to Aria and Aztec before he says anything, then turns back to Doniken.

He shakes his head, apologetically.

"Sorry, I... No one should have to go through that. Losing loved ones is always hard, but right in front of you... Gods and spirits. It isn't every day you find someone who legitimately wants to help you in New Eden. I'm sorry I doubted your intent. We can talk later about this. It isn't really my choice to make at the moment."

Galm's augmented vision had already IDed Doniken and added him to his NeoComm contacts seamlessly.

Aztec looks down at his half full glass of iced tea, he spins the glass around by his wrist. He looks at Galm.
"Galm. What if Niina doesn't want to be immortal?"

He puts the glass down and looks up at the lamp in the booth.
"She might want just one, single, unique life. Are you sure you are ready to hear the truth?"