- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Omnipresent
- Writing Levels
- Give-No-Fucks
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Open to anything, but particularly enjoy gothic horror, urban fantasy, science fiction, post-apocalypse, and steampunk.
Zayin squinted at the petulant girl and took a seat in the lounge-seating for the holochess table. At the center of it sat both of the golden trinkets: his Hutt statue and her... whatever it was. They seemed to come from the same hunk of metal, he realized, as they reflected with the same lustre and hue. He tilted his head and scratched at his beard, staring a bit longer than he should have when he turned his attention back to the girl.
She sat cross-legged from him, and enough paces that he could give a shot off on his blaster before she kneed him in the chest, or kicked him in the face. An Echani warrior doing either of those moves would put him outright. He was no slouch in combat, but he didn't want to chance it.
So... distance. For now. He shook his head so he wouldn't be enchanted by those statues again.
"Okay, so a little simple bit of math here says you stole away on this here ship of mine to get my little Hutt thing. Why?!"
She sat cross-legged from him, and enough paces that he could give a shot off on his blaster before she kneed him in the chest, or kicked him in the face. An Echani warrior doing either of those moves would put him outright. He was no slouch in combat, but he didn't want to chance it.
So... distance. For now. He shook his head so he wouldn't be enchanted by those statues again.
"Okay, so a little simple bit of math here says you stole away on this here ship of mine to get my little Hutt thing. Why?!"