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Satja Askarin
Vherokior Combat Logistics
Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2015.08.12 03:12:00 -
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Satja visibly twitched at the mention of the True Amarr member of Junko's crew, craning her neck around so she could glare and Jonny for several seconds before returning back to the menu. She only looked up when she felt a tap on her shoulder and looked up to see Kador with a defeated smile across his features gesturing that they should join the other two.
Compared to how he had been months ago the young Udorian certainly looked more at ease than ever though he still hadn't quite gotten past that intense brooding look that sometimes though he did laugh a more than he once had. She sometimes suspected that this was more the person he'd been before the Palas, perhaps even becoming and immortal.
She considered protesting but in the end capitulated gathering a chair from one of the other tables on her way across and taking a seat next to Junko while Kador settled down in another chair on the other side.
"Hya'salia!" She said warmly turning to face the Matari woman. "It's been too long. How are you?......"
She glanced side ways at Kador who appeared to still be appreciating the restaurant's aesthetic. "...how is Isaac? It's been so long since you last wrote a journal entry. The community was thinking you'd gone dark on them."
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Satja Askarin
Vherokior Combat Logistics
Minmatar Republic
65
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Posted - 2015.08.14 00:37:00 -
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The two seemed to share an incredulous moment, his clear green eyes meeting her own violet-grey, leaving an awkward silence to hang between the small group of patrons. How the conversation had suddenly leapt from Kador's polite introductions to both Jonny and Hya'salia to marriage of all things she did not know. The concept was so inconceivable.
They'd only some months ago.... effectuated their relationship and she still remained a slave for the foreseeable future.
"No! No! No! Hold on a second Hya'salia.....we just.... I mean we're just 'together', okay." She replied stammering back and explanation she hoped did not sound as inappropriate as she thought it did and trying not to blush. " Nothing's really changed..... we're still trying to adjust to this being a public thing. I mean hell we still haven't figured out how to explain this to my Holder..... or my parents. Ka..."
She glanced over to Kador who, offering a quiet grunt of thanks to Jonny, had gratefully tipped back his pint of ale and was taking long draughts from the glass to avoid having to address the conversation directly. From her seat next to him she could see colour in his sun-bronzed cheeks, the slight beginnings of a scowl, and the same thoughtful lines appearing over his brow.
Rather than say anything she jabbed her below into his ribs at the same time Jonny slapped him on the back causing him to double up coughing, the Matari alcohol bubbling dangerously to the lip of the glass.
"It's not an ideal situation." It took several moments before Kador could speak in between laboured breaths. He shifted in his seat so that he could lean on the table and allow Satja to slip out of her tan sleeveless jacket. "...but we're doing our best to make it work."
"I've not heard any complaints from you." She reminded him pointedly leaning across to take a sip from his glass, and exaggerated look of mild distaste directed as Jonny as if to ask what he saw in the amber liquid.
"That's because I have none Little One."
She loved hearing those words. Almost three years on since she'd met the man in a faceless combat clone she'd known him to be troubled by many things, but now the fact that the nature of their relationship was out in the open and no longer one of them was a great weight off both their shoulders.
"Chosen anything yet?" Kador mumbled absently flicking through the holographic 'pages' of the menu casting appreciative emerald eyes over the vast selection of sea foods. From this angle, with that expression, she sometimes thought he could have passed as a Gallentean holostar.
"Mmmm.....you....". You choose was what she'd meant to say. She was still day dreaming.
"One the menu I mean." He chided her using a sarcastic tone that was neither venomous nor cutting.
She snapped out of her personal revere, cheeks burning. She deserved it though, she berated herself internally cursing the tall Udorian next to her. Unable to meet the gaze of any of the others at the table she slumped against the table top and buried her head in her arms allowing the long dark curls to splay across the table.
"Just get me anything you choose." She mumbled back.
"Okay. We'll have the Grilled Rockjaw in peach and pepper sauce, the Charisoco served with fruited rice, some flat bread, and can I have one of those fried Choupan's with that liquor it comes with?"
((For reference his name is Kador Ouryon not the other way around. Confusing I know because Kador is an heir family name..... in this context it's my character's first name. A mistake I made a long time ago and didn't realise until the character had become near and dear and I couldn't bare to change it.))
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Satja Askarin
Vherokior Combat Logistics
Minmatar Republic
67
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Posted - 2015.08.17 20:00:00 -
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Satja smiled politely and waved as Kyoko introduced herself to their small group though kept quiet for the most part as she began to speak with Jonny. She was partly amused and partly intrigued by Jonny's advances and even more so by how positively Kyoko seemed to respond to them. Whether this was a natural even handed grace or a genuine interest she did not know.
Next to her Junko began to speak and two more newcomers added their voices to the growing crowd of immortals. She glanced up noting another Caldaria, this time a male, with a Gallentean woman, classically pretty in their naturally photographic way. She lamented how ungainly she felt among the others. They all seemed to stand out in their own way.
"I'll have an Amarr Victor as well, please." She said to the serving drone as it passed by the table with a deep sigh. ".... a couple of Chestwounds as well."
The drinks were served quickly, an Amarr victor and three small glasses of the Chestwound mix, and turned to the Viktor and Solantu after draining one of the glasses. "Hi....." She stammered feeling rather uncomfortable. "I'm... Satja... it's a pleasure to meet you both." |
Satja Askarin
Vherokior Combat Logistics
Minmatar Republic
68
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Posted - 2015.08.17 21:26:00 -
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The name sounded familiar though at the time she couldn't place it. She was more familiar with the callsign Raven than she was the name Viktor though she supposed that was to be expected. Most empyreans rarely bothered to integrate themselves into the almost cult fandoms and wide spread celebrity their exploits usually garnered, notable exceptions existed in Galm Fae but the man had put an end to that personally. Avid fans usually compiled any and all information that could be found about the lives of capsuleers and soldiers like Viktor on Galnet message boards and fansites, amongst other more perverse examples of art and fan fictions.
She was a personal fan of Junko like thousands of others across the cluster who avidly followed the Diaries occasionally posted.
She couldn't place the soldier by his appearance so why did Viktor's callsign of Raven sound so familiar? She dismissed the questions with a mental shrug, sipping at the Amarr Victor cocktail as it appeared on the table.
"Viktor and Solantu. How lovely." She said, her natural Siebestor intonations heavily accented with Amarrish after three and a half years, blushing slightly. No one should have heard of her, she was a relative nobody by comparison to the assembled clones. ".... you sound like you know me. Have we met somewhere before? Forgive me if we have."
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Satja Askarin
Vherokior Combat Logistics
Minmatar Republic
69
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Posted - 2015.09.02 00:39:00 -
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Satja smiled politely at the other mortal woman, noting how they could almost have been foils of one another but for one single shared feature. She could still remember how uncomfortable being around the Templar aspirants had once been with their featureless faces and piercing red glares.
She'd not had a choice in the matter however, slaves never did, and her comfort hadn't seemed to matter back then.
"It took me a very long time to become comfortable around immortals like them..... when I me...." She trailed off as she noticed a serving drone slowly gliding between the patrons a darting, cyclopean eye darting about projecting a ghostly blue tracer that appeared scanning their finger prints.
The small practical looking devices were were of Caldari make and hovered almost four feet off the ground, suspended by pulsing micro-magnetic repulsion fields.
It was these fields that served both to provide the mobility required as well as balance the two steaming dishes on spindly arms.
However this unit did not appear to be in the best condition. It gave of high pitched mechanical whirring sounds every few seconds and its repulsion field seemed to fade at irregular intervals where it pitched suddenly to one side. It was as if the drone itself were having some kind of tantrum.
She offered Revon and Solantu an apologetic smile. "It looks like our drone is having a fit."
She slipped her hand in Kador's and pulled him over towards the small drone. Since he'd ordered the meal the drone had apparently decided Kador was some kind of target and was proceeding to trace and unidentifiable pattern across his chest with it's flickering blue tracer as though it were a semi-automatic weapon.
She was about to reach out for her plate and take a seat at the table when a blue eyed woman, who she thought looked awfully familiar, stepped suddenly away from the bar colliding with her sending them both staggering back a pace. She winced, the other woman's shoulder had struck her jaw in the tangle.
"I'm sorry. I didn't see you there...." She stopped suddenly, breath catching in her throat. There was so much hate in this woman's blue eyes for the breif instant they met. In Johnny's blue eyes.
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