ID: // NATASHA.

It takes a second or two for Natasha to get her things together. She slips a knife in a holster hidden against her back the moment she pulls on her jacket. She slips her blaster on a holster strapped to her thigh and then pulls her hair up into a tight ponytail ( she doesn’t like it being caught on anything just in case someone decides to ruin their evening of relaxation ). 

She makes sure to check in case she forgot anything and then makes her way over to the door. 

“After you.” 

a smile still upon her lips, mara presses open the door and enters the corridor leading to the exit. a careful gaze flits between the way ahead of them and the taller woman just behind her as her smile tightens just so.  

❝ —- you liking it so far? here, i mean. the atmosphere, the environment.  ❞ small talk. not a thing she’s quite taken a LIKING to, but it’ll do.

skywalker.

                                               ❝ Sure, Mara. ❞ A smirk comes forth, slowly widening, almost threatening to become a full on smile. ❝ Of course the food is good. If I didn’t enjoy eating at this restaurant, I’d go somewhere else. ❞

                                       oh, her lips will spread for a grin at that. mara shakes her head, leaning back against her seat with her arms crossed.  ❝ alright, smart-ass. if the food is as good as you say, what would you recommend?  ❞ 

lightpaved.

                            There’s a brief smile, followed by a nod in confirmation. ❝ When my stomach lets me know I’m hungry. ❞ He almost wants to groan at the stupidity of his reply, but thinks better of it. ❝ Is this your first time here? ❞

❝ —- is that a yes?  ❞ surely one of the reasons she doesn’t do this type of thing. COMMUNICATION in such a casual ( superficial, even ) manner isn’t something she’s used to —– but, really, she feels a bit better, now that she’s heard his response.  ❝ yeah, it is. is the food good?  ❞

 ❝ —- so … uh — you come here OFTEN?  ❞ it’s a legitimate question – it’s a nice place. cozy. the smell of fresh caf throughout the small shop. she would’ve preferred to go for nerf burgers, but hey, she won’t complain.

lightpaved.

//: IDENTIFICATION: NATASHA.

   Being around her is a welcomed change of pace in this kind of world. She’s someone she can relate to, despite not knowing everything about her. She can tell they’ve both been through hell and back. And she has a few admirable traits to go along with it. 

    Natasha finishes fixing a part of the weapon she currently was adding new additions to. Most of her weapons were heavily modified to fit certain situations. 

    “Spoil me, darling.” 

mara won’t pry into the other’s life – doesn’t NEED to. she prides herself on reading people, on getting a general idea (if not better) on who they are. natasha, however, is a RARE exception. not that it’s concerning —- mara likes a silent challenge every now and then.

standing from her chair, mara reaches for the blaster on the table and places it in its holster on her hip, before also reaching for her jacket. slipping it on, she smiles at the other.  ❝ —- if you’ll follow me.  ❞

//: IDENTIFICATION: SOLO.

                 ❝     y’ever wonder how long before it all just sorta…——— disappears ?
                                y’know… i dunno, ‘til it just kinda… gives up.     ❞

          a gaze is held amongst the starfield ——— a staring competition, with  the
          cosmos.  the corellian had always been impressed by how vast the  galaxy
          could, indeed, be. fond ( and not so fond ) memories, of his teen years, spent
          trudging  through coruscant... no credits for a transport,  just  his  feet  to
          carry  him, and the stars to keep him company. there’s a soft sigh, then,  a
          faint upturn of the lips.

       ❛  yeah. good things never last  f o r e v e r.   ——– but you have to wonder, WHY? i mean, it’s here. all of it is here, and we’re here too. is the universe here for us to see? for us to enjoy? maybe it won’t give up until WE do. ❜

   PHILOSOPHY, FREE THOUGHT — such things were rarely allowed for such a controlled mind to experience. she knows ACTION, not IDEALS. at least, not yet. she knows her weapons, how to use them — but not  W H Y. and perhaps as she gets older, she starts to QUESTION. it makes her feel …. alive, in a way.

(Source: proeliia)

//: IDENTIFICATION:‘ NATASHA. ‘

     She’s only been here for a few days and it’s the longest she’s ever stayed in one single area. She tends to move from planet to planet, staying away from people until her job is finished, but this time around she stays. At least for just a little bit longer. 

     “Have any suggestions for a decent place to eat?” 

leaving the datapad on the table next to her, mara clasps her hands in her lap — figure relaxed, with her feet propped up on the aforementioned table. she’s met with the other redhead before, but hasn’t stayed with her and …. talked to her much at all until now. needless to say, she’s INTERESTING. ❝ there’s a diner not too far from her. they’ve got GREAT nerf burgers. i can take you, if you’d like. ❞

TERMINATOR.
        //: accepting !!

she laughs at that. it does not linger, but leaves a smile on dry lips. greens look up from the datapad in her hand, turning in her chair to glance at the other  ❝ yeah. you get USED to it, after a while. shouldn’t take you too long. ❞ 

//: IDENTIFICATION: LUKE SKYWALKER.

      ❝ & if you assassinate me – ? What will you get? Money? Satisfaction? Praise, even? From my point of view, murder isn’t worth anything in the world. There’s nothing you can possibly hope to achieve from it. ❞

           ❝ WORTH & FULFILLMENT go a long way.  ❞ the reply is quick in succession to the other’s words; her voice lined with ICE. eyes are harsh —– but they lose their flame for a moment at the realization of  w e a k n e s s. she wasn’t here to bare her SOUL.

❝ a ‘POINT OF VIEW’ isn’t much in the face of facts.  ❞ 

       ❛  you’re new here, i’m assuming.
                 —- no, scratch that ; i know you’re new here.
           you got a name?  ❜

        lothrat