[catch-all] old friend, I think of you still sometimes

[afoolsgold]

Characters: The Fool, Kit + you fine people
Date: Throughout April--dates specified.
Location: Throughout Aifaran: a textile shop in Malimo; Tamfen Row; the Union Quarter
Situation: Monthly catch-all for Kit and the Fool as they navigate various twists and turns in the Seaglass City; starters to appear in the comments.
Warnings/Rating: None currently, will warn as needed.



Kit!


The Fool!

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[bestofthevein]

"Kit? Are you alright?"

Ancestors, he's getting so tired of that question.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he says to whomever it is who's approaching him--he doesn't know Zohvin well enough to be able to put a face to that voice yet--and tucks his cigarette back into the corner of his mouth. He pushes himself up and away from the wall and turns to head back towards the mouth of the alleyway, and that's when he gets a good look at who the interloper is. Oh. The blue guy.

"Zohvin, right?" He puts on a friendlier-looking expression but can't quite get rid of the tension in his posture after that encounter.

[zohvin]

"I'm glad you remembered," Zohvin answers in such a mild tone it'd be hard to tell if he means it seriously or not. He steps forward, looking Kit over briefly before taking in the rest of the alley they stood in.

"I saw a very strange combination of people leaving this area and thought I'd take a look. I can't say I expected to find you here." But for all that Kit looked a bit haggard, he didn't look like he'd been hurt, and there was no blood or scattered trash here to indicate that anything had happened at all. This was already shaping up to be quite the little mystery.

[bestofthevein]

"I'm glad you remembered."

"Face like yours is pretty hard to forget." You know. Because he's--blue.

(Those cheekbones are pretty incredible, too, but he's not about to come out and say it.)

As for the scene that Zohvin happened upon, Kit grimaces and takes another pull from his cigarette, because it's something to do with his hands and keeps them occupied. "I've had some," pause, "issues with the Sentry, off and on since I first showed up here. Guess they hadn't forgotten some of the stuff I got up to with my friend when I was last here. I don't know who those guys were though," he adds, this time clearly referring to the thugs who turned up to 'rescue' him. "But I guess they're going to remind me, sooner or later, now that I owe them a 'favour.'"

[zohvin]

Zohvin just nods at his comment. Chiss have been accused of looking creepy before, mostly down to their glowing eyes, and he's noticed that such a thing isn't particularly common on this planet.

"That does sound like it could be a problem. They may be taking that phrase about 'the enemy of my enemy' far too literally." Inwardly, though, Zohvin's starting to wonder if spending time with Kit might help improve his street cred. He's been slowly making overtures to the criminal element in the city for a couple of months now, looking for a place he could burrow into quietly. Zohvin's sights were aimed a little higher than street gangs, but every little bit helped.

"I'd love to hear about what you did to annoy the Sentry so much, but we shouldn't do it here. You look like you're in need of caf, or something stiffer if you prefer."

[bestofthevein]

Kit's street cred is earned, albeit not for the reasons Zohvin probably suspects. His brand of shit-disturbing falls more along the lines of vigilante justice and independent investigations, rather than trying to insinuate himself into the criminal element.

"I'd love to hear about what you did to annoy the Sentry so much, but we shouldn't do it here. You look like you're in need of caf, or something stiffer if you prefer."

"Salroka, I'd kill for a bourbon," he says, smirking tiredly. A pause. "Figuratively." Just in case any remaining Sentry are nearby to overhear. "Lead on, I'll follow."

[zohvin]

It might be a bit of a longer walk than anticipated, but Zohvin leads the way to a pub that's right outside the Union quarter, and hopefully out of the way of trouble. There aren't too many other customers inside the place at this hour, which suits him just fine. It's even relatively clean for being a hole-in-the-wall that probably served terrible food.

Once inside, Zohvin sweeps his arm out in front of them invitingly. "Here we are. I'll even buy you the first drink if you tell me what a 'salroka' is."

[bestofthevein]

It's precisely the kind of place Kit would've selected for himself. Small, out of the way dives like this draw him in no matter where he goes, and he looks satisfied by it as he follows Zohvin indoors and glances around.

"...I'll even buy you the first drink if you tell me what a 'salroka' is."

At that, he cracks a grin. "Yeah, I get that question somewhat on the regular," he says, chuckling, and heads over to an unoccupied table. He shrugs off his leather jacket and hangs it over the back of a beaten-up looking chair. "It's from the dwarven language. Means 'friend.' More or less."

[zohvin]

Inwardly, Zohvin is relived that Kit didn't opt for sitting at the bar. If there's anything he hated, it was sitting with his back to a door or a window. Sitting at a window was a little more acceptable, because at least in most cases he'd be able to see an attack coming.

Okay, so he was still rather paranoid. Old habits died hard, especially when you didn't know when you'd need them again.

Zohvin sits across from him, posture relaxed in a way that doesn't well reflect his attentiveness otherwise. "Ah, I see. I wouldn't mind hearing more about your people. Where I'm from, most non-human races don't resemble humans very much... my own species being an exception."

[bestofthevein]

There's a slightly grimy drinks menu on the table between them, and Kit flips it open to thumb through some of the options. Nothing exceptionally attractive catches his eye, and bourbon is bourbon--he should thank Devin for introducing him to it, if he ever gets around to seeking the guy out again. (After everything that went down with Bobby, he's... not so sure.)

"Ah, I see. I wouldn't mind hearing more about your people. Where I'm from, most non-human races don't resemble humans very much... my own species being an exception."

Yeah, he'll definitely need a bourbon.

"There aren't enough hours in the day," he says, a little jaded, a little disillusioned, and resists the impulse to pull out another cigarette. He slides the menu over to Zohvin. "What're you having? I'll see if I can flag down a server."

[zohvin]

Zohvin picks up the menu, giving Kit a bit of a wry look before turning his attention to it. "Well, I don't need a full analysis. I'll take the short, basic version. Things like, are your race omnivores? Do you have telepathy or other mental abilities? Are you hiding any tentacles?"

He doesn't drink often enough to know which of the local brands were better than the others, but some of those cocktails looked interesting. "I'll take... this 'Tintasa Sunset' one," he decided, setting the menu back down and resisting the urge to wipe his hands on his pants. Zohvin definitely missed the convenience of things like holomenus and waiter droids that you didn't have to make small talk with.

[bestofthevein]

The server jots down both their orders and then saunters off; he'll bring back something, that's for sure, but whether or not it's what they ordered remains to be seen.

"Tentacles? Shit," Kit chuckles, leaning back in his seat. This place is enough of a dive that he doesn't feel too guilty fishing out another cigarette, though he holds off on lighting it for now. "No, nothing like that. Least, not without the blight."

Broodmothers. He masks a shudder well, then is quick to try to change the subject. "What about you folks? Any weird quirks? Besides, you know, being blue."

[zohvin]

"Blight?," Zohvin echoes curiously. It sounds like it might be some sort of disease, and that definitely peaks his interest. It wouldn't be the first time he's heard of some kind of contagion mutating its victims.

Zohvin then folds his hands on top of the table before going into a halfway-practiced spiel for clueless humans. Chiss were rare enough, particularly in the Republic, that he's had to explain himself many times before. "My people are called the chiss. We don't have very many notable quirks, unless you count a faster metabolism and different vocal chords. Our homeworld of Csilla is a freezing wasteland - we were forced to live underground thousands of years ago, and to this day most of Csilla's cities are below the surface. We also have the honor of being the only official ally of the Sith Empire."