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walon-vau replied to your post: HAPPY POKE FUN AT NINER DAY!!!!
-snaps fingers- That’s right, I was going to ask him if he would like going to the manicure shop with Mird’ika. Both of them would doubtless appreciate the off time.
*raises a brow* I'm sure Niner would appreciate the.. pampering sir as it obviously does so well for you. I think you can find him sulking in his quarters? He might have barricaded the door as well.
Walon-Vau: It strills are hermaphrodites. Either way you.... Ah. Sorry, sir. You don't think it'd chew up my shirt, do you? I was rather fond of it.
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* He eyes the new comer carefully, his hand hovering near his darksaber as he sneers.* What do you want?
Pulse (prompt)
“I can’t get a pulse.”
The words that came out of Walon Vau’s mouth in response were a mix of known and unknown swear words that managed to make Ordo’s face go a bit red. Ordo turned back to the man that had just chewed a caplet he must been keeping in his mouth somewhere. With an exasperated breath, Ordo started pumping on his chest.
Vau appeared on the other side of the prostrate man and stuck a device in his mouth. Ordo frowned. “It’s not going to make a difference.”
Vau stared at the screen. Ordo silenced himself because there was no reasoning with the man under normal circumstances, much less when he had that look on his face.
“Get off.” Vau gripped Ordo’s shoulder and shoved. “The stims.” He tore at the man’s tunic collar.
The medpack was by Vau’s feet and Ordo quickly reached for the stims and jabbed them into the exposed flesh below the man’s clavicle.
Vau held down the man’s upper arms as his muscles twitched with several strong convulsions. Ordo put a cloth bag behind his head. “He wasn’t going to die from that caplet according to the meter reading of the poison serum level. He was going to wait for us to think he was dead. I suppose he didn’t bargain for a few bruised ribs.”
“Think he’ll tell us the codes?”
Vau peered into the medpack. “Perhaps if we trade for the narcotics.”
walon-vau replied to your post: ((all zee symbols 8D))
(( you almost choked me on a pickle because of laughter. xD THAT DISCLAIMER. //dying ))
((AHAHAHAHA for some reason you eating pickles and reading tumblr is hilarious to me and I don't know why.
Jatne: *sends Vau a jar of pickles with a ribbon*))
((all zee symbols 8D))
Send me a ♥ for a heart felt confession.
Send me a ♯ for what my muse finds attractive about yours.
Send me a ♫ for what my muse thinks of yours.
Send me a ✉ for a kiss.
Send me a ☑ for a one night stand drabble.
♦
hey just thought i’d say hey since i can’t stop by this week. i’m headed to coruscant with my brother. he thinks he knows where some of his friends are from the war. i’m gonna be gone for at least a week. you’re probably pretty happy about that. but trust me there’ll be plenty of stuff to fix when i get back. tracyn’s gonna break everything. well don’t miss me too much. well anyway bye.
♥
It was late and she was closing the door to the shop, and he stood on unsteady feet far enough away that he couldn’t be noticed. But when she turned, she saw him. “Jatne?”
“Yeah, hey.” She seemed uneasy and she should have been, so he looked away, shook his head. “Sorry, Teroch and I were…” his words were slurred and slow and trailed off, forgotten.
“What are you doing here?”
The answer was somewhere in the tangles of his mind. Tonight marked one year since the death of his father. He couldn’t stand to be at home. Teroch was supposed to take him out. But Teroch had to leave. Left to his own devices, Jatne got what he needed and he made the world dull around him and things seemed better but not perfect. So he found himself looking for Parja. Jatne shook his head, a bitter laugh escaped him.
“I’m really shab‘la high right now.”
♯ - ♫
“First a Twi’lek Senator, then an Imperial, and now a married Mandalorian. Jat’ika, are you dumb or just stupid?”
Jatne scraped his nail against the surface of the lacquered wood table and stared at the carbonation in his drink. Teroch’s point was made. Jatne did seem to set himself up for failure.
“Fine, just tell me about her if it’ll keep you from pouting.”
“She’s smart.”
“Opposites attract,” Teroch said.
“Shut up.” He drank. “She’s got these blue eyes, and this way of… she makes me be myself around her.”
Teroch arched a brow. “You’re putting a lot of thought into this. Is she hot?”
“She’s a Weequay—of course she’s hot. She’s the entire package. Which is why she’s married. But you should hear her talk. It’s like no one’s ever said anything nice to her in her whole life. I don’t get it. She’s so pretty and when people say she’s the best engineer in Keldabe, they aren’t lying. And she put stitches in my head.”
Teroch let out a sigh. “You’re playing with fire, vod.”
“I just think she deserves better.”
“You?”
“I dunno. Somebody.”
✉
It took some doing, but finally Tracyn left to accompany Aunt Verda into Keldabe. From the minute Parja arrived on the ranch until then, Tracyn had been following her around and hanging on every word the older girl said, asking her every question that popped into her head, and making a nuisance of herself.
Jatne brought Parja to the barn. He made some remarks about their out of date machinery, then he pointed over at some tools leaning against the wall. “There’s the shovel I broke my head on.”
“You didn’t get rid of it?” Parja asked with a smirk.
“Nah. It’s a good shovel. Besides, no harm no foul.” Jatne pointed to the side of his head where Parja had stitched him up. “Healed up real fast thanks to you.”
“You’re lucky you came to me when you did. The next time your mother says you need stitches, you should listen.”
“Now that I know who to go to, I will.”
Parja’s eyes locked with his. “Self-inflicted injuries are going to cost you more.”
Jatne grinned. “I don’t care. Any excuse to see you.”
“You’re going to get yourself killed.”
“I won’t hurt myself too badly.”
Parja looked down. “That’s not what I meant.”
Jatne gently lifted her chin with his hand. He didn’t know what she meant, only what was in her eyes. That look of some distant worry. He hated it. Searching her, he leaned forward, and pressed his lips to hers.
She pulled away. “Jatne.”
“I’m sorry.” He let go of her, a sickness rising within him. “I’m sorry.”
“I should go.”
“Okay.”
☑ - (this is crack for the sake of Jatne’s well-being)
Jatne awoke to morning sunlight and the immediate feeling of being in someone else’s bed.
He rose quickly, the scent of Parja’s hair and his own sweat still lingering in his senses, and he swung out of the bed and stared around the room. Not his room. Her room. Their room.
“Oh shab.”
He turned around and saw her stirring and his heart began to race. He started picking up his clothes. Some here, some there. When he rose, she was sitting up in bed. She blinked and pulled the sheet up.
“Shab,” he repeated.
Parja reached down and picked up the under shirt Jatne was frantically searching for. “Here.”
“Sorry I can’t stay for breakfast.” He was trying to get dressed and keep himself from having a heart attack all at once.
“It’s almost noon.”
“He’s really not planetside, right?”
“As far as I know.”
“I feel too damn good to die today.”
walon-vau replied to your post: ooc: I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING TONIGHT
(( the slightly tangential thought of Ordo flipping through those magazines that Besany probably left out is making me cackle way too much. regardless, have fun. :3 ))
((fact: ordo would enjoy dumb magazines
my husband loves reading cosmo. for the sex tips and making fun of cosmo staff pretending to submit "guy confessions." He also draws on the people and gives them blacked out teeth, battle scars, pirate hats, hairy arms, etc. I LOVE STUPID MAGAZINES ALSKDJASLDKJ))
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"Walon Vau. How about that. Jatne Meshkad, don't think we've met. Heard about you, though."
