@Tyre
[center][b][u]Two days later [/u][/b]
[size=1](more like 2 years. sorry) [/size]
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[i][url=https://youtu.be/iNmA9rEkB20][color=#9484F8]What So Not & Skrillex - GOH (feat. KLP)[/color][/url][/i][/center]
Despite what the news would have told about the Citadel's darker underside, referring to its more wild nightlife - All different races mingling with each other, meeting at seedy bars and clubs for business, mix that with liquor and other substances it sounds like a recipe for a dangerous heated mix. Despite the reputation, it's not the worst place to spends one's time while visiting the floating city. It isn't a degenerates playground... okay it is, but it's far more than that. It is a thriving sum greater than its contradictory parts. Anything above fifty floors should be its own city. It is where the wealthiest, most powerful citizens and patrons come to reside and mingle. Anyone who is or wants to be something can be found making a dramatic appearance to the ward. A glorious nightlife. With the most well-known and sought-after club sitting a few stories higher than the rest, [i]Euphoria[/i]. There the only rule enforced is no discrimination, rich and poor are both welcome to lose everything at the decks gambling away their earnings, stay within the apartments, or to party their nights away within the club.
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Every night cycle the Ward comes to life, and from every corner of the galaxy thousands flock to the largest party in the known universe. The Citadel is not just the political center of the Galaxy, it is also a melting pot for all types of activities and social life. Just as many travelers come to experience the offerings of the Citadel's recreational spaces as for political-diplomatic relationships. The entire Citadel came uninvited to the biggest party. A galaxy packed into tight streets and skyrises, every day. Everyone came, from every corner and every walk of life. A collage of religion, race, and wealth stood shoulder to shoulder. Playboy princes with endless riches living life to the fullest, emperors from trade companies that owned entire corners of markets, council members to galactic wide diplomats standing next to gangsters and war criminals exchanging com-links, vid stars and models laying out advertising themselves by appearances alone, athletes sharing drinks with religious officials, off duty military powers and c-sec enforcers losing at the tables, reporters blending into the scenery waiting for the gossip and to catch a vid of the big celebrities. It was a stew of civilized life. It was hot, crowded, and swarming with all intellectual species. The perfect spot to fade away, party or meet the perfect wingman.
One of the sights of the night that caused some stir was none other than the Tenno Ambassador herself and her entourage of about 30 arriving at Euphoria. Luxury skycars arrived at the front entrance, security was temporarily rolled out to escort the VIP guests through the crowd, along with the Tenno's own two guards trailing behind closely. A standard procedure and a well-appreciated practice amongst the upper class of Citadel's citizens, that gesture made the choice of night hang out obvious. Through the crowd to the back of the establishment and lead into the VIP section of the club. Here most of the high-profile guests came to lounge and watch over the regular guests. Away and private while still in view to be envied by the common folk while heavily guarded. However, the Ambassador and all her guests were lead even further, through a set of hidden doors that was only accessed by those invited. They vanished as quickly as they had appeared, away from paparazzi and curious eyes.
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[center][i][url=https://youtu.be/imWqGplFksw][color=#9484F8]Dr.R's entrance >:)[/color][/url][/i][/center]
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Tyre
Despite what the news would have told about the Citadel's darker underside, referring to its more wild nightlife - All different races mingling with each other, meeting at seedy bars and clubs for business, mix that with liquor and other substances it sounds like a recipe for a dangerous heated mix. Despite the reputation, it's not the worst place to spends one's time while visiting the floating city. It isn't a degenerates playground... okay it is, but it's far more than that. It is a thriving sum greater than its contradictory parts. Anything above fifty floors should be its own city. It is where the wealthiest, most powerful citizens and patrons come to reside and mingle. Anyone who is or wants to be something can be found making a dramatic appearance to the ward. A glorious nightlife. With the most well-known and sought-after club sitting a few stories higher than the rest,
Euphoria. There the only rule enforced is no discrimination, rich and poor are both welcome to lose everything at the decks gambling away their earnings, stay within the apartments, or to party their nights away within the club.
Every night cycle the Ward comes to life, and from every corner of the galaxy thousands flock to the largest party in the known universe. The Citadel is not just the political center of the Galaxy, it is also a melting pot for all types of activities and social life. Just as many travelers come to experience the offerings of the Citadel's recreational spaces as for political-diplomatic relationships. The entire Citadel came uninvited to the biggest party. A galaxy packed into tight streets and skyrises, every day. Everyone came, from every corner and every walk of life. A collage of religion, race, and wealth stood shoulder to shoulder. Playboy princes with endless riches living life to the fullest, emperors from trade companies that owned entire corners of markets, council members to galactic wide diplomats standing next to gangsters and war criminals exchanging com-links, vid stars and models laying out advertising themselves by appearances alone, athletes sharing drinks with religious officials, off duty military powers and c-sec enforcers losing at the tables, reporters blending into the scenery waiting for the gossip and to catch a vid of the big celebrities. It was a stew of civilized life. It was hot, crowded, and swarming with all intellectual species. The perfect spot to fade away, party or meet the perfect wingman.
One of the sights of the night that caused some stir was none other than the Tenno Ambassador herself and her entourage of about 30 arriving at Euphoria. Luxury skycars arrived at the front entrance, security was temporarily rolled out to escort the VIP guests through the crowd, along with the Tenno's own two guards trailing behind closely. A standard procedure and a well-appreciated practice amongst the upper class of Citadel's citizens, that gesture made the choice of night hang out obvious. Through the crowd to the back of the establishment and lead into the VIP section of the club. Here most of the high-profile guests came to lounge and watch over the regular guests. Away and private while still in view to be envied by the common folk while heavily guarded. However, the Ambassador and all her guests were lead even further, through a set of hidden doors that was only accessed by those invited. They vanished as quickly as they had appeared, away from paparazzi and curious eyes.
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“All human wisdom is contained in these two words -
Wait and Hope”
Cry•tus
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@Crytus
When Dr. R entered the club he did it on the down low. No disruptive escort. No big scene. He just glided past the paparazzi at the door while they were busy with some Twi'lek starlet and slipped into the crowd. He'd had no problem getting in either. The bouncers at the door recognized him from previous visits. They knew who he was and weren't surprised to see him. Whether he was decking or not, clubbing was still one of his relaxation activities. He intended to enjoy the scene to the fullest, since he expected to be leaving civilization and all it's finery behind for a long time.
After a long day of shopping and under the table meetings Dr. R was dressed to kill. He was wearing a custom tailored suit that blended the lines of Drell fashion with just a hint of the finer parts of a UNSC admirals uniform. The midnight black, navy blue and silver highlights made him a striking enough figure even without the long coat he wore over top which matched it. He'd also made some personal adjustments to the outfit. The black lining inside his coat as well as strategic swatches on his blazer were alive with moving glowing images of deep space. Stars, nebulae and other astronomical phenomena(all in tastefully complimentary blues, silvers and purple) clung to the fabric surface and moved with him like a mirror reflection of something no one else could see. It was more than a holographic image and it looked real enough that those parts of his outfit could have been windows into deep space. Combined with his glowing eyes in the dim ever changing light of the club, he was quite the sight. And to top it off, of course he could dance.
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Crytus
When Dr. R entered the club he did it on the down low. No disruptive escort. No big scene. He just glided past the paparazzi at the door while they were busy with some Twi'lek starlet and slipped into the crowd. He'd had no problem getting in either. The bouncers at the door recognized him from previous visits. They knew who he was and weren't surprised to see him. Whether he was decking or not, clubbing was still one of his relaxation activities. He intended to enjoy the scene to the fullest, since he expected to be leaving civilization and all it's finery behind for a long time.
After a long day of shopping and under the table meetings Dr. R was dressed to kill. He was wearing a custom tailored suit that blended the lines of Drell fashion with just a hint of the finer parts of a UNSC admirals uniform. The midnight black, navy blue and silver highlights made him a striking enough figure even without the long coat he wore over top which matched it. He'd also made some personal adjustments to the outfit. The black lining inside his coat as well as strategic swatches on his blazer were alive with moving glowing images of deep space. Stars, nebulae and other astronomical phenomena(all in tastefully complimentary blues, silvers and purple) clung to the fabric surface and moved with him like a mirror reflection of something no one else could see. It was more than a holographic image and it looked real enough that those parts of his outfit could have been windows into deep space. Combined with his glowing eyes in the dim ever changing light of the club, he was quite the sight. And to top it off, of course he could dance.
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Tyre (Pretty picture)
Somewhere between an hour and two passed before Dr.R was approached by the club's own security, but it was not one of the bouncers or the hired guards, it was done discreetly by one of those security members that could weave across the floor unseen and dealt with issues before they even became issues. A young Mirialan male dressed finely in an official-looking uniform, undoubtedly Dr.R would have recognized it as genuine. He approached while he was away from the dancefloor as he was ordering a drink, picking a moment of quiet to deliver the message.
"Doctor Admiral Romanov, you have been invited to the skybox for drinks." He spoke lowly in hushed tones, and without giving Dr.R a moment to respond added on.
"I do recommend you consider the offer." It was a rare offer, even rare to be picked from the crowd. One had to be invited by the club itself to gain a table within the elusive skybox, one couldn't just buy their way in individuals were sifted and handpicked with only the elite gaining access. Though, once one had acquired a table it was life long membership of services to the holder and anyone they considered guests.
The Mirialan gave Dr.R a short moment to consider the offer and after it came moved once more quietly across the floor leading the way for the man in the fancy suit. Moving the two bodies across the club on the down-low, discreet and uninterrupting of the scene around, he drew no attention while still clearing a straight path with little resistance or interruption by other patrons for the invited guest. It was all very professional as if the action had been performed and perfected to provide the best services catered to his own conservative entrance. Euphoria had a well-earned reputation to uphold. Guiding the way to the back wall to a gilded mounted artwork etched into the wall itself that was guarded by two unaffiliated races by any embassy on the Citadel, both physically looked well suited for their jobs and were legally armed. As Dr.R and the Mirialan arrived one of the guards pushed in a code and ID scanner as an extra precaution to open up the artwork revealing a doorway that lead into a short corridor and an elevator at the end. The escort lead first and waited patiently for the escorted to join.
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Tyre (Pretty picture)
Somewhere between an hour and two passed before Dr.R was approached by the club's own security, but it was not one of the bouncers or the hired guards, it was done discreetly by one of those security members that could weave across the floor unseen and dealt with issues before they even became issues. A young Mirialan male dressed finely in an official-looking uniform, undoubtedly Dr.R would have recognized it as genuine. He approached while he was away from the dancefloor as he was ordering a drink, picking a moment of quiet to deliver the message.
"Doctor Admiral Romanov, you have been invited to the skybox for drinks." He spoke lowly in hushed tones, and without giving Dr.R a moment to respond added on.
"I do recommend you consider the offer." It was a rare offer, even rare to be picked from the crowd. One had to be invited by the club itself to gain a table within the elusive skybox, one couldn't just buy their way in individuals were sifted and handpicked with only the elite gaining access. Though, once one had acquired a table it was life long membership of services to the holder and anyone they considered guests.
The Mirialan gave Dr.R a short moment to consider the offer and after it came moved once more quietly across the floor leading the way for the man in the fancy suit. Moving the two bodies across the club on the down-low, discreet and uninterrupting of the scene around, he drew no attention while still clearing a straight path with little resistance or interruption by other patrons for the invited guest. It was all very professional as if the action had been performed and perfected to provide the best services catered to his own conservative entrance. Euphoria had a well-earned reputation to uphold. Guiding the way to the back wall to a gilded mounted artwork etched into the wall itself that was guarded by two unaffiliated races by any embassy on the Citadel, both physically looked well suited for their jobs and were legally armed. As Dr.R and the Mirialan arrived one of the guards pushed in a code and ID scanner as an extra precaution to open up the artwork revealing a doorway that lead into a short corridor and an elevator at the end. The escort lead first and waited patiently for the escorted to join.
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“All human wisdom is contained in these two words -
Wait and Hope”
Cry•tus
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@Crytus
Dr. R danced with the carelessness that belongs only to the young and the very old. Rubbing shoulders with more aliens than humans, among the melting pot of races and cultures in the citadel nightlife. He avoided faces he recognized, like one or two of the citadel councilors, not because of politics but largely because he didn't enjoy their company. That said he didn't lack for pleasant company. Almost every Drell in the club came up to him at one point or another and he greeted their smiles with his own. Being able to call a project a total success in his career had been a rare thing.
[url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PQE9X64x9p0[/url]
The nice thing about the citadel's multicultural population was that although he couldn't drink alcohol he didn't lack for other options. The bartenders knew what was safe for what species and were happy to cater to dietary restrictions. There was a particular drink that he'd become very fond of over the past few decades that was hard to get outside citadel space and literally impossible to import into human territory. It wasn't at all safe for humans, but it was safe for him. Having an army of nano radiation scrubbers circulating in his blood sometimes had unexpected perks. Letting him enjoy a moderately radioactive alien party drink that not only tasted great but also glowed cherenkov blue was one such perk. The fact that he started to glow his own blue whenever he drank it always amused him as well.
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While he was at the bar fetching a second Ionizer he was approached by club security. He was pleased by their discreetness though his initial assumption was that he was either going to be asked to leave or be handed a secret message from someone looking to hire him. He'd been getting such messages all day. Some were traps, but most were legit. He hadn't been expecting the invite up to the skybox. He wasn't already a member of that special club, and he'd assumed that if they didn't drop him an invite the first time he was here then they never would. Red collected his drink from the bartender and then gestured for the Mirialan security guard to lead the way. He was curious if nothing else, and most certainly assumed that it could be a trap. The interesting part is that he knew without a doubt that it wouldn't be a trap laid by any human interests. They didn't have this kind of reach.
As he followed security to the back of the club it did not escape his notice that they tailored their mode of passage to match his apparent preferences for discretion. The fact that they undoubtedly watched their patrons each and every one very closely was no surprise at all. Dr. R stepped past the guards and carried on after his escort without hesitation. If anything untoward was going to happen to him tonight it would be after he was away from the public. He took a sip of his drink and then stepped into the elevator.
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Crytus
Dr. R danced with the carelessness that belongs only to the young and the very old. Rubbing shoulders with more aliens than humans, among the melting pot of races and cultures in the citadel nightlife. He avoided faces he recognized, like one or two of the citadel councilors, not because of politics but largely because he didn't enjoy their company. That said he didn't lack for pleasant company. Almost every Drell in the club came up to him at one point or another and he greeted their smiles with his own. Being able to call a project a total success in his career had been a rare thing.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PQE9X64x9p0
The nice thing about the citadel's multicultural population was that although he couldn't drink alcohol he didn't lack for other options. The bartenders knew what was safe for what species and were happy to cater to dietary restrictions. There was a particular drink that he'd become very fond of over the past few decades that was hard to get outside citadel space and literally impossible to import into human territory. It wasn't at all safe for humans, but it was safe for him. Having an army of nano radiation scrubbers circulating in his blood sometimes had unexpected perks. Letting him enjoy a moderately radioactive alien party drink that not only tasted great but also glowed cherenkov blue was one such perk. The fact that he started to glow his own blue whenever he drank it always amused him as well.
While he was at the bar fetching a second Ionizer he was approached by club security. He was pleased by their discreetness though his initial assumption was that he was either going to be asked to leave or be handed a secret message from someone looking to hire him. He'd been getting such messages all day. Some were traps, but most were legit. He hadn't been expecting the invite up to the skybox. He wasn't already a member of that special club, and he'd assumed that if they didn't drop him an invite the first time he was here then they never would. Red collected his drink from the bartender and then gestured for the Mirialan security guard to lead the way. He was curious if nothing else, and most certainly assumed that it could be a trap. The interesting part is that he knew without a doubt that it wouldn't be a trap laid by any human interests. They didn't have this kind of reach.
As he followed security to the back of the club it did not escape his notice that they tailored their mode of passage to match his apparent preferences for discretion. The fact that they undoubtedly watched their patrons each and every one very closely was no surprise at all. Dr. R stepped past the guards and carried on after his escort without hesitation. If anything untoward was going to happen to him tonight it would be after he was away from the public. He took a sip of his drink and then stepped into the elevator.
@Tyre
Allowing for Dr.R to get comfortable before the doors closed and the Mirialan pressed the up button. It was a short ride, estimating one or two floors at the maximum if even that. The elevator opened into the exclusive and grand private club…
[center][i][url=https://youtu.be/qcZ8d72ypC0][color=#9484F8]Flatbush Zombies - Good Grief (feat. Diamante)[/color][/url][/i]
Just because it was the most exclusive room on the Ward didn't mean there was a lack of party. A few hundred souls were enjoying their night, reflecting the same cauldron mix of alien life as downstairs. Music played loudly, enough to feel the bass vibrate one's core, but not to the point it was uncomfortably deafening. Drinks and drugs flowed like milk and honey. All free and provided by the house, anything and everything one could want at their beck and call. Mist, Spice, and Deathsticks filled the hot air scenting it and making a soft haze. One could almost get intoxicated by the fumes alone.
Dimly lit with strobing lights of blue, reds and purples, illuminated by golden yellows as highlights within the architecture and artwork. To one side was the dance floor filled with all kinds of races enjoying themselves without a care. Above them was a projected screen showing live images of the starlight sky above. Just beside with easy access was the bar. One-way windows that allowed a full panoramic view to the Ward outside, with a balcony able to look down upon the club bellow creating a tiered cascade looking up. To the opposite side of the bar and the main energy of the skybox, in a more laid-back atmosphere where most of the so-called tables were located. Lounges, elegant and sleek in design.
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The escort continued into the skybox, leading the way into the club and past the various guests. There was a single table of humans a vidstar and closest friends, about fifteen or so in the entire skybox but as the Mirialan walked past they were not the ones who had offered a seat at their table. Only a glance was cast towards one of their greatest, but only out of curiosity nothing out of interest or malicious intent, each to their own. There were about four different Turian groups, all from vastly different occupations and fields. Asari, Zehoberei, Twi'lek, Direst Wraiths, Hannar, Tammaranian, Kymellians, even a small band of the rare Awoken along with a guess who of influential individuals all and more. And sitting almost at the center of it all, the Tenno Ambassador Sivana Equinox Prime. Likely one of the few alien races that wanted nothing but a social event with Dr. Romanov. Dressed with the same warframe, the only change being the removal of her overskirt allowing for more freedom of movement and to look less formal. Situated behind her stood the two ever-watchful guards, stoic and unyielding. To her left were two other Tennos, femme going by their warframes, and out mingling was a fifth and sixth, tall strong, and the warrior types. Along with the remaining twenty-plus-something guests scattered about the Skybox. Mirialan lead the way to her lounge and disappeared the moment Sivana spoke. [b]"Thought we would rescue you. I am so pleased you accepted my invite."[/b] Mystery solved, and with no ulterior motives. [b]"You are more than welcome to join us, or find your own entertainment."[/b]
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Tyre
Allowing for Dr.R to get comfortable before the doors closed and the Mirialan pressed the up button. It was a short ride, estimating one or two floors at the maximum if even that. The elevator opened into the exclusive and grand private club…
Flatbush Zombies - Good Grief (feat. Diamante)
Just because it was the most exclusive room on the Ward didn't mean there was a lack of party. A few hundred souls were enjoying their night, reflecting the same cauldron mix of alien life as downstairs. Music played loudly, enough to feel the bass vibrate one's core, but not to the point it was uncomfortably deafening. Drinks and drugs flowed like milk and honey. All free and provided by the house, anything and everything one could want at their beck and call. Mist, Spice, and Deathsticks filled the hot air scenting it and making a soft haze. One could almost get intoxicated by the fumes alone.
Dimly lit with strobing lights of blue, reds and purples, illuminated by golden yellows as highlights within the architecture and artwork. To one side was the dance floor filled with all kinds of races enjoying themselves without a care. Above them was a projected screen showing live images of the starlight sky above. Just beside with easy access was the bar. One-way windows that allowed a full panoramic view to the Ward outside, with a balcony able to look down upon the club bellow creating a tiered cascade looking up. To the opposite side of the bar and the main energy of the skybox, in a more laid-back atmosphere where most of the so-called tables were located. Lounges, elegant and sleek in design.
The escort continued into the skybox, leading the way into the club and past the various guests. There was a single table of humans a vidstar and closest friends, about fifteen or so in the entire skybox but as the Mirialan walked past they were not the ones who had offered a seat at their table. Only a glance was cast towards one of their greatest, but only out of curiosity nothing out of interest or malicious intent, each to their own. There were about four different Turian groups, all from vastly different occupations and fields. Asari, Zehoberei, Twi'lek, Direst Wraiths, Hannar, Tammaranian, Kymellians, even a small band of the rare Awoken along with a guess who of influential individuals all and more. And sitting almost at the center of it all, the Tenno Ambassador Sivana Equinox Prime. Likely one of the few alien races that wanted nothing but a social event with Dr. Romanov. Dressed with the same warframe, the only change being the removal of her overskirt allowing for more freedom of movement and to look less formal. Situated behind her stood the two ever-watchful guards, stoic and unyielding. To her left were two other Tennos, femme going by their warframes, and out mingling was a fifth and sixth, tall strong, and the warrior types. Along with the remaining twenty-plus-something guests scattered about the Skybox. Mirialan lead the way to her lounge and disappeared the moment Sivana spoke.
"Thought we would rescue you. I am so pleased you accepted my invite." Mystery solved, and with no ulterior motives.
"You are more than welcome to join us, or find your own entertainment."
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“All human wisdom is contained in these two words -
Wait and Hope”
Cry•tus
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Crytus
Dr. R entered the upper lounge and scanned around for problems for half a second before following behind his escort. He saw plenty of people/beings that he recognized and many more that he didn't. None of them where people he cared to actively avoid, so that was a step up. He also didn't detect anyone who appeared to be closely watching his movements either. Also better.
He was however very surprised by which table it was that he was delivered too. He froze up for a half second while his escort departed. His borderline multiple personalities in conflict with how he should react to this. Caution won out.
He did his best to give a diplomatic greeting, offering a modest bow to the ambassador before him before joining them at the table. He intended to stay only briefly enough to be polite unless they all hit it off socially in a comfortable way. He'd play it by ear. Speaking carefully he asked
"To what do I owe the pleasure of this invitation? I can't imagine that you or your people would need anything from me, at least not the sort of things that other peoples might ask of me."
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Crytus
Dr. R entered the upper lounge and scanned around for problems for half a second before following behind his escort. He saw plenty of people/beings that he recognized and many more that he didn't. None of them where people he cared to actively avoid, so that was a step up. He also didn't detect anyone who appeared to be closely watching his movements either. Also better.
He was however very surprised by which table it was that he was delivered too. He froze up for a half second while his escort departed. His borderline multiple personalities in conflict with how he should react to this. Caution won out.
He did his best to give a diplomatic greeting, offering a modest bow to the ambassador before him before joining them at the table. He intended to stay only briefly enough to be polite unless they all hit it off socially in a comfortable way. He'd play it by ear. Speaking carefully he asked
"To what do I owe the pleasure of this invitation? I can't imagine that you or your people would need anything from me, at least not the sort of things that other peoples might ask of me."
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Tyre
Sivana looked very pleased by his choice to stay, though the exact emotion must have been hard to tell with her visage covered by the permanent armor her race wore. The rest of the table neither seemed to mind or care another had joined in. Only moving in on the lounge to make space for the guest.
“Nothing at all. To be upfront there is nothing you could offer us. I do mean this with the best of intentions of course. You don't have anything to offer. Not all races are interested in human achievements." It was said very bluntly but to the effect of putting him at ease. Washing away any second doubts of ulterior motives she might have had inviting and schmoozing it up with him. "You did me a kindness, I thought I would do the same. Saw you slipping in earlier." Surrounding the ambassador were floating weightless pieces of technology, they looked like silk formlessly dancing in water but with the mention of his entrance, they seemed to gently gesture at the balcony overlooking the club downstairs.
A female turrian, one sitting directly opposite to him leaned a little over the table to join in on the conversation.
"Business is done outside, not inside. So that we can relax, away from all that..." Sivana made a gesture to relax her guest before going further on explaining.
"The club is owned by an Asari, rumour has it that the council paid for my table. They will do just about anything to keep me happy, to buy my support.” It wasn’t a brag, not by any stretch of the imagination. She spoke about it more like gossip, a way to humanize her situation and defend the unique opportunity she was currently within. Tenno support was a hot commodity, many of the embassies especially the council themselves tried to win over their support since as the Swiss they were Neutral in almost all galactic affairs and had few enemies. With the added bonus they had far superior technology than most races and were rumored to be as old as some stars, exaggerated rumors.
One of the two other Tennos at the lounge voiced next.
"Forget about all that, if the lot of you are going to be boring I am leaving to find some actual company. I haven't been fighting Grineer's for weeks to die of boredom here." From there conversation smoothly transitioned into some mildly interesting topics mostly gossip, exactly what one would have expected from the galactic elite. Inside scoops of what really went down behind closed curtains of certain individuals' lives. Banal themes of trade to new media, someone at the far end of the couch had started to lock lips, while another member just ordered another round for the table plus extras for soon joining company. The patrons were friendly to their new human guest, some trying to fish out some interesting stories about his travels. While Sivana herself fell silent for the rest of the conversation, reveling in the center of the lounges chatter.
If Dr.R had at some point allowed his attention to drift over to the dance floor at any time, out there mingling with the rich and famous was a very out-of-place Eliksni bearing a familiar face. Blowing out a cloud through her nostrils of what was definitely not ether and most likely not of legal substances either. Locked in a four-way dance with one Zen-Whoberi and a Quarian in each set of arms while grinding against one of the male Tennos. The female turrian caught the attention of the Whoberi and beconed them all over for the refillments. With the Whoberi in lead, practically pulling the three behind her. In a moment of clarity Dualis caught the new addition of the group laying her attention on him, though she was looking directly at him she was seeing through him. Eyes clouded over and mind swirling hazily, a smile and soft chuckle finding humor in his appearance.
"Can never escape you." Before having her attention stolen by the Whoberi who was tugging at her arms holding up a drink, then the male Tenno took her by the jaw and forced her head back to offer something of crystalized substances. Neither of the options she refused. Tapping out was the Quarrian and in her stead the female Turrian from earlier stood up and grabbed Dualis arm dragging them all back to the dance floor.
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Tyre
Sivana looked very pleased by his choice to stay, though the exact emotion must have been hard to tell with her visage covered by the permanent armor her race wore. The rest of the table neither seemed to mind or care another had joined in. Only moving in on the lounge to make space for the guest.
“Nothing at all. To be upfront there is nothing you could offer us. I do mean this with the best of intentions of course. You don't have anything to offer. Not all races are interested in human achievements." It was said very bluntly but to the effect of putting him at ease. Washing away any second doubts of ulterior motives she might have had inviting and schmoozing it up with him. "You did me a kindness, I thought I would do the same. Saw you slipping in earlier." Surrounding the ambassador were floating weightless pieces of technology, they looked like silk formlessly dancing in water but with the mention of his entrance, they seemed to gently gesture at the balcony overlooking the club downstairs.
A female turrian, one sitting directly opposite to him leaned a little over the table to join in on the conversation.
"Business is done outside, not inside. So that we can relax, away from all that..." Sivana made a gesture to relax her guest before going further on explaining.
"The club is owned by an Asari, rumour has it that the council paid for my table. They will do just about anything to keep me happy, to buy my support.” It wasn’t a brag, not by any stretch of the imagination. She spoke about it more like gossip, a way to humanize her situation and defend the unique opportunity she was currently within. Tenno support was a hot commodity, many of the embassies especially the council themselves tried to win over their support since as the Swiss they were Neutral in almost all galactic affairs and had few enemies. With the added bonus they had far superior technology than most races and were rumored to be as old as some stars, exaggerated rumors.
One of the two other Tennos at the lounge voiced next.
"Forget about all that, if the lot of you are going to be boring I am leaving to find some actual company. I haven't been fighting Grineer's for weeks to die of boredom here." From there conversation smoothly transitioned into some mildly interesting topics mostly gossip, exactly what one would have expected from the galactic elite. Inside scoops of what really went down behind closed curtains of certain individuals' lives. Banal themes of trade to new media, someone at the far end of the couch had started to lock lips, while another member just ordered another round for the table plus extras for soon joining company. The patrons were friendly to their new human guest, some trying to fish out some interesting stories about his travels. While Sivana herself fell silent for the rest of the conversation, reveling in the center of the lounges chatter.
If Dr.R had at some point allowed his attention to drift over to the dance floor at any time, out there mingling with the rich and famous was a very out-of-place Eliksni bearing a familiar face. Blowing out a cloud through her nostrils of what was definitely not ether and most likely not of legal substances either. Locked in a four-way dance with one Zen-Whoberi and a Quarian in each set of arms while grinding against one of the male Tennos. The female turrian caught the attention of the Whoberi and beconed them all over for the refillments. With the Whoberi in lead, practically pulling the three behind her. In a moment of clarity Dualis caught the new addition of the group laying her attention on him, though she was looking directly at him she was seeing through him. Eyes clouded over and mind swirling hazily, a smile and soft chuckle finding humor in his appearance.
"Can never escape you." Before having her attention stolen by the Whoberi who was tugging at her arms holding up a drink, then the male Tenno took her by the jaw and forced her head back to offer something of crystalized substances. Neither of the options she refused. Tapping out was the Quarrian and in her stead the female Turrian from earlier stood up and grabbed Dualis arm dragging them all back to the dance floor.
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“All human wisdom is contained in these two words -
Wait and Hope”
Cry•tus
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