[The blaster shot comes from behind, dropping one of the creatures from the sky to skid and bounce across the ground before going still in a crumpled heap on the ground just a few steps from its intended victim.
He sidesteps around the other person, nudging the body with his foot and a glance, blaster held tight in his grasp. He doesn't speak immediately, scanning the sky for a second attack from the migrating 'flock'.
When it seems the others have momentarily reconsidered, he glances back to the person beside him with a curt nod.]
Might be a good time to consider shifting your business indoors.
iii. Homesick Bazaar.
[Cassian wasn't interested in telling stories, but he was interested in collecting more information. It had only been a couple nights since his arrival through the portal. He had barely been able to stand on his own, and even after the helpful staff at the hospital had patched him up, Cassian had found reason to leave as soon as the minimum 24 hours had run out. His side was thickly bandaged, and his bones were set and slowly healing from his fall in the archives.
He walked slow, with a faint limp and canned the tables as he passed them, snagging a familiar bottle of Corellian Ale from one of the tables. After he opened the bottle, he found a solid wall to lean against gingerly. Later he would try the food, for now, he needed something to cut the pain.
He took a drink, scanned the crowd, and tried his best to be unobtrusive, waving off requests to speak by playing on the sympathy show for the sling his other arm was hung in. That sympathy would lessen if those same people knew the convenient placement of the sling let him keep his hand on the handle of his blaster, hidden beneath his jacket.]
v(a). Video; user: scipio
[The message is a video, but nothing more is in view than a close up on a table from above it. In the center of the frame is a slip of paper with a message neatly printed in Aurebesh across it. The message only reads: Can anybody read this?. The video lasts for only around ten seconds before the feed goes dead.]
v(b). friendr
FRIENDR
Eilo
AGE: 26 INTERESTED IN: Any SEEKING: Gainful Employment ABOUT ME: Skilled marksman for hire.
[Will follow Prose/Bracket and Tense of preference of responders.]
Cassian Andor | Star Wars
[The blaster shot comes from behind, dropping one of the creatures from the sky to skid and bounce across the ground before going still in a crumpled heap on the ground just a few steps from its intended victim.
He sidesteps around the other person, nudging the body with his foot and a glance, blaster held tight in his grasp. He doesn't speak immediately, scanning the sky for a second attack from the migrating 'flock'.
When it seems the others have momentarily reconsidered, he glances back to the person beside him with a curt nod.]
Might be a good time to consider shifting your business indoors.
iii. Homesick Bazaar.
[Cassian wasn't interested in telling stories, but he was interested in collecting more information. It had only been a couple nights since his arrival through the portal. He had barely been able to stand on his own, and even after the helpful staff at the hospital had patched him up, Cassian had found reason to leave as soon as the minimum 24 hours had run out. His side was thickly bandaged, and his bones were set and slowly healing from his fall in the archives.
He walked slow, with a faint limp and canned the tables as he passed them, snagging a familiar bottle of Corellian Ale from one of the tables. After he opened the bottle, he found a solid wall to lean against gingerly. Later he would try the food, for now, he needed something to cut the pain.
He took a drink, scanned the crowd, and tried his best to be unobtrusive, waving off requests to speak by playing on the sympathy show for the sling his other arm was hung in. That sympathy would lessen if those same people knew the convenient placement of the sling let him keep his hand on the handle of his blaster, hidden beneath his jacket.]
v(a). Video; user: scipio
[The message is a video, but nothing more is in view than a close up on a table from above it. In the center of the frame is a slip of paper with a message neatly printed in Aurebesh across it. The message only reads: Can anybody read this?. The video lasts for only around ten seconds before the feed goes dead.]
v(b). friendr
[Will follow Prose/Bracket and Tense of preference of responders.]