[Luth Khalan]

She sat down. "Whatever you do is fine."

[Oddyn Vizsla]

He nodded with a small twitch of scepticism. After semi-synchronous sips he shuffled and dealt the cards again. It looked like the luck shifted away from him again, or he was simply not very good at this.

EN6. Sabacc with Luth. Cool.: 2eA+1eF 3 advantage, 1 Dark Side


"I'll let you choose, whether you want some truth or to dare me."

[Luth Khalan]

Whereas Luth seemed to be doing well.

Cool: 2eA+1eF 1 success, 1 advantage, 2 Light Side

[Oddyn Vizsla]

Odd bent back looking at her, waiting for her dictum while enjoying his drink, twirling it in his metal hand.

[Luth Khalan]

"Hmm... I dare you to play the rest of the game in just your underwear," she said with a nod after a few moments' thought.

[Oddyn Vizsla]

"That's strip sabacc fast forward." Oddyn laughed, but began complying. Layer after plate, he disassembled his beskar'gam. That part was relatively unsexy unless someone found devotion and care to one's armour touching. But when it came to clothes underneath, he grinned and zipped off his fatigues in a more playful way.

His toned-sans-inefficiencies, burly torso and the surviving arm were a latticework of various scars, many so old they must have originated in his childhood. He bore only one tattoo, on the right biceps, representing the shriek-hawk of the Vizsla. He had had a kyr'bes on the left, but that was now gone, and substituted with chromed cyber-arm. Once he was only in his short tights that hid no shape, he sat back and pulled himself closer to the table so that the nether regions stayed out of sight.

"Maybe you'll deal now?" He pushed the deck toward her.

[Luth Khalan]

She applauded when he was done, and in fact had found the respect he showed for the armor quite touching. "All right, my deal, got it."

Cool: 2eA+1eF 4 advantage, 1 Dark Side


She winced as she looked at her cards. "I apparently can't deal a decent hand to myself."

[Oddyn Vizsla]

"Seems so." He agreed with a smirk, tabling his. "I have a good dare for you. Sing for me, cabaret style."

[Luth Khalan]

Luth stared at him and than let out a long breath between her teeth and lips. "Well, your funeral, I guess. I'm a terrible singer, and I only remember Mom's folk songs... I'll try to make it as cabaret-esque as possible, though."

MA6 Singing YOLO: 2eA+2eD 1 success, 1 threat


She took a deep breath and the tune actually came to her without any weird dips or off-key tones like when she was nervous.

"Kuwata tsunowo vralai
Tsuriji pufuralekai
Kwondzuvai undovartsu wronduwail
Tjortetei jeki liago

Jiunmata ivelischpfuli
Neftyoma sorepiyamei
Schijiyako alefni fatalliliya
Nic'hpisfa unhoreselye

Otrajain aforeje kurasolda
Towari hatasei mic'hatasei tsufrallai
Otrajain aforeje kurasolda
Towari hatasei mic'hatasei tsufrallai ilja
Ullilya kojijichatjukaijai-wa nyame fretsumekri fretsumekri linganmai
Ulreri manja huteharraku-mu harirch lahadachfei lahadachfei shindulhwo..."

[Oddyn Vizsla]

Her performance turned out stealthily entrancing, Oddyn had not realised it before he was fully drawn into the strange language. He had no idea what she was thinking about, and he realised this was not a cabaret song in itself, but adapted, what meant it held deeper meanings than a subject for impromptu gig. He didn't interrupt, merely had been stroking his beard, and only spoke up one she had finished.

"That was really something I cannot pinpoint. Nor can I pinpoint why I had enjoyed it. But I did. Thanks." His gaze gravitated between amazement and bewilderment when he was looking at her. "Felt like standing before a hill covered in juniper and not knowing what's on the other side."

[Luth Khalan]

She smiled at that. "Hmm... I think that feeling would be even stronger with the way it was originally sung to me. There's actually a harmony part of the song with slightly different lyrics," she replied. "I wish I could translate the lyrics to know what it's actually about." She sat down again.

[Oddyn Vizsla]

"So you don't know? Where does this language come from?" He asked ponderously, refilling their glasses.

[Luth Khalan]

"Family history... We've passed down a bunch of songs in it, but the language itself and the meaning to them was lost by the time I learned them," she said with a shrug, shaking her head and taking a sip. "I don't really know where it comes from exactly."

[Oddyn Vizsla]

"Seems like an intriguing background stuff. You may ask people who know languages, some archeologists. I am not one of them though, I just know how to fight to live another day as a Mando, little more. Even though I've been adopted into the Vizsla, roots of my people and culture are important to me." He looked her over as it could provide better information about her origins.

[Luth Khalan]

"I know that feeling. I've got people that want me to go to civilian life, but I have no idea how to even do that," she said. "I only know how to fight."

She was petite, with large eyes and otherwise small features giving a slightly mouse-like impression. The skin was fair and spangled across with freckles, eyes dark blue, and hair coppery and curly. "I'll look someday, I think... No way to do so right now, though."

[Oddyn Vizsla]

"Pastimes on the battlefield are somehow limited." He nodded slowly, stretching his mostly naked body, having a moment of contemplation of his cyber arm after finally ungluing from her appeal. He then raked his long auburn hair off his forehead with it. "Why I cherish this moment of ours, of cards and drinks." He sipped long, then dealt cards. "In our line of work tomorrow is a fickle prospect."

What was in the cards was truly fickle.

MA6. Sabacc with Luth. Cool.: 2eA+1eF 2 successes, 1 advantage, 1 Dark Side


[1 Net Success]

[Luth Khalan]

She smiled and nodded at that, appreciating the moment when he stretched. "That's the truth," she replied with a soft sigh.

After a moment, she looked over her cards, then his. "Did we... did we precisely tie in the same way?"

MA6 Pazaak: 2eA+1eF 2 successes, 1 advantage, 1 Dark Side

[Oddyn Vizsla]

He looked at hers, compared, then nodded chuckling. "That's right. Do you have an idea what to do with the situation?" The usually distant eyes flashed with amusement as he looked up.

[Luth Khalan]

"Hmm... We both take a truth or dare? I'll go with the former this time," she replied with a laugh.

[Oddyn Vizsla]

"Fom me, I'll let you choose." He grinned. "If it's truth, I'd like to know what was your reason to ask me to strip." He quirked his brow as he inhaled air into his chest, for the sake of profound muscle play that seemed to be communicating a question mark too.

[Luth Khalan]

She shrugged. "That's easy: You're hot. I'm not allowed to touch, but damn if I'm going to let go of the opportunity to look," she replied bluntly, grinning. "As for you... hmm, similar question. Why the song?"

[Oddyn Vizsla]

"That's easy too." He smirked. "Because you're hot. I was giving you an excuse to express desire through the song or to sit astride my lap as part of your performance. It was my way to pick your mind on where you think our time here should be going. Since you did neither of these things, I begrudgingly accepted that a chance to take you upstairs is going to pass me by."

[Luth Khalan]

She sighed long. "Yeah... I don't want to hurt my girlfriend. But then... I don't know where my life is going just yet. I wonder how long we'll stay together." She sighed and looked down at the deck of cards. "Sorry, not something you need to hear about."

[Oddyn Vizsla]

"Confidante is like the next best thing after bedfellow, and we still have whiskey, so go ahead if you feel like it." He clicked her glass with his.

[Luth Khalan]

She held hers up and clicked his. "I'm just... like, she's a pacifist, and I kill people for a living. I have so many damn vices. And I'm married to my job, so we hardly see each other. I don't know."