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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 19, 2011 22:35:12 GMT -5
"Wait a cycle here, threaten as in kill you?" Jensen says in disbelief. "I doubt he meant it, he'd never hurt you. He'd be more amped to blast me to space dust before hurt you..."
The simple though of the Old Man hurting ParJai was absurd, Jensen doesn't believe it in the slightest. Whatever they were, it seems Ba'buir had his reasons and they are a mystery even now. That's when Jensen cocks the brow of his and flashes his winning smile. "Remind me to ask him when we see him."
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Post by Parjai Daala on Jan 19, 2011 22:45:04 GMT -5
"Whatever, believe what you want." PJ pulls the knife from the cutting board, and cleans it off. Checking her refection in the sheen of the blade she looks at Jensen, "You know for a fact ba'buir had my parents killed, they where in his way. What would make you think he would not have threated my life? The old man hasn't gotten soft in his old age Jensen, we both know that!" Holding the knife at her side, she looks at him and almost goes to mush in his arms.
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 19, 2011 23:04:51 GMT -5
"Ba'buir might be just as big a chakaar as ever but he always had a soft spot for you." Jensen says as he watches her. "Besides, didn't your parents try to kill him first?"
Watching her watching him, Jensen thinks back to the night that lead to that encounter and how tonight was mirroring this one. He wonders what might have been if he had never met Ta'rah and if things between him and ParJai had gone different. But alas, his life might have turned vastly different. His eyes shift down to the ground as he remembers their lips coming just centimeters apart, he remembers the smell of Mandalorian perfume and blaster coolant in the air around her and that look in her eye like the hunter stalking its prey. He looks up with his winning smile and shifts his stance to be more comfortable.
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Post by Parjai Daala on Jan 19, 2011 23:11:03 GMT -5
PJ leans forward over Jensen to put the knife back and looks at him, "Yes they did try to to have him killed. Power mad the lot of them." Leaning back, she catches his sent and is shot back to that night. The moonlight sliding through the curtains, his musky natural sent mixed with his soap, and oil for the beskar'gam, his eyes lighting up when he smiles at her. Her heart almost melts then she is reminded of why her parents tried to killed her ba'buir, they wanted Jensen and her to be wed and ba'buir wanted no parts of it.
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 19, 2011 23:25:59 GMT -5
"Well, as long as we don't seem power hungry, I doubt he'll have reason to kill us." Jensen says looking into her eyes as she stands there, he noticed a slight pause from her as if she was thinking about that night to. It was a mutual thought, he knows this, but if he had known about ParJai's parent's feelings things might have been different indeed.
Jensen pushes up from the wall and makes his way over to her, he says nothing initially but speaks up just as his hand finds her shoulder to reassure that hardened Mando within ParJai. "And if Ba'buir thinks he can take us, we can smile and let him try his best."
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Post by Parjai Daala on Jan 19, 2011 23:29:40 GMT -5
"Damned right, he will never break us!" PJ places her hand on Jensen's and pushes on a pressure point. Pushing his hand back, she smiles and looks into his eyes. "See Jensen, I have very few moments of weakness, you should stay on top of things. The old man will die and we know what will bring!"
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 19, 2011 23:36:16 GMT -5
Getting brought to a knee from the inverted wrist-lock, Jensen groans a bit as he appears to sit at ParJai's mercy. "Yeah... I can see that... and I know what it means when the Old Man dies... and I see you have perfected your mom's patented wrist-lock. Umm... should I say uncle or shoot you with a stun dart?"
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Post by Parjai Daala on Jan 19, 2011 23:53:04 GMT -5
Looking down at Jensen, she smiles, "Someone had to learn mom's grip!" Letting him go she sits on the counter and swings her feet from side to side. "Oh, now I know I didn't hurt the big, tough vod did I?" She gives him her innocent look and bats her eyes at him.
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 20, 2011 0:08:04 GMT -5
"Hurt me? Nah..." Jensen says as he rises before turning his back to ParJai and mouthing 'OUCH' as he rotates his wrist. It pops back into proper place and Jensen turns back with a poo doo eating grin. "I'm indestructible."
Jensen leans up against the counter to looks at ParJai as she sits on the counter, swinging her legs like an adiik, looking her best. "I studied with those Baron Do sages, they could show any Mando a trick or two, they have some incredible take down moves... remind me to show you sometime."
His words were loaded, his tone was still sly and coy as ever and his grin hadn't left his face yet. He stands there a cocky, confident, Mando'ad; remembering a simpler time and a crazy time all at once. What once was might end up being again, changes were ever constant in both their lives and it was changing now. Jensen stands there pondering his past for a moment before realizing that the past was behind him and his future had yet to be written.
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Post by Parjai Daala on Jan 20, 2011 0:13:33 GMT -5
Sliding down from the counter, she lands inches from him. She looks up at him and licks her lips slowly. "Jensen, dinner for you will be ready soon, eat up, I am going to bed." Standing on her tip toes, she kisses his cheek softly and turns walking away from him. "The guest bedroom is set up, sleep in there."
Walking up the steps to her room, she strips out of the shimmer silk top and pants. Sliding naked under the blankets, she makes her weapons are locked and loaded under the pillows. Her eyes close and she drifts off to sleep.
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 20, 2011 0:20:23 GMT -5
Watching ParJai walk away after giving him a soft kiss on the cheek, the sizzling of the food cooking made a good soundtrack to her departure. She was a hot one indeed and she had stood up to his charms; she was the only one who ever had. Jensen waits for the ding on the timer to sound and serves himself a plate; he sits there and wonders how the old man would react to his return and to the fact that he and ParJai would be going into business together. He sits and eats his food in silence with only the constant buzzing of his mind to keep him company.
---Fade to black---
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Post by Parjai Daala on Jan 20, 2011 16:22:19 GMT -5
ParJai opens her eyes and slides from the bed in one fluid motion. Slipping on the robe, she pads to the guest room and sees Jensen asleep. Watching in from the doorway, she knew her ba'buir is in for one hell of a surprise when they visit him. Business partners as well as still friends may not bode well for the old man, but time and distance waits for no one. Turning to the stairs, she heads down them and into the kitchen.
It is spotless, Jensen cleaned up after himself as well as put the food away. Making a cup of caf, she sits at her kitchen table. Watching the holos of the people walking past her unassuming home makes her smile. She can't be bothered with most people anymore. Fearing she is getting to old for Hunting, she was grateful she diversified her assets and made more money in legitimate business. "Cleaner money", she mumbled to herself as she drank her caf.
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 20, 2011 18:29:59 GMT -5
Waking up to the smell of freshly brewed caf, Jensen removes the covers to reveal that he had slept in his armor. Putting on his boots and grabbing his modified Z-6 chaingun, Jenses walks out of the spare room and heads to the kitchen. "Well, I see someone else likes to rise at the crack of noon."
Jensen walks over to the caf machine and pours a cup of the powerful concoction. Taking a whiff, Jensen looks at ParJai briefly and asks "Mandalorian power sludge?"
Taking a sip, Jensen isn't let down in the slightest. "Oh yeah, just like momma used to make."
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Post by Parjai Daala on Jan 20, 2011 18:36:14 GMT -5
"Who do you think taught me the make it, your mom! She showed me quite well how to be a domestic goddess!" Handing him some flimsysheets of her business assets. "As you can tell, I have diversified my money. I trust you will not tell anyone about it, like ba'buir!" Sipping her caf, she looks at him.
"Jensen, I figure you are my oldest friend, as well as business partner, you should know the money involved with my businesses." Standing up, she heads to the caf maker and pours another cup. Bringing the pot over, she looks at him, "You could have grabbed some sleep pants from the dresser. I have a few pairs left in there, just in case I have company." Pouring him more caf, she walks back to the maker and slips the pot back into its spot.
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 20, 2011 18:53:04 GMT -5
"Sleep pants? I think not, its either in armor or nothing. Real Vod go commando, right." Jensen says with his winning smile.
"Please, I don't kiss and tell." Jensen says as he looks over ParJai's financials, noticing all the areas she has stake in; various businesses, stocks, and different investments that appear to be scattered all over the galaxy. Even the old man would be hard pressed to track down and identify all of ParJai's investments. "Whoa, you own a strip club... when do we get to have a visit?"
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Post by Parjai Daala on Jan 20, 2011 19:02:26 GMT -5
"Strip club, plaststeel manufacturing, ship building, you know just a few ways to keep the money legitimate. The other money I make is, well lets say, under the table. Nothing to concern the law or the Empire about, well they where at one time my best customers." Grabbing a plate sweet rolls, she puts them on the table. Sitting with him, she makes sure her naked body is not showing from the opening of her robe.
"Jensen, if you want to back out now, you are more then welcome to. I would hope you don't because, well I do trust trust you." Wrapping the robe about her, she leans over to him and takes a sweet roll.
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 20, 2011 19:22:13 GMT -5
Looking over the financials, Jensen shakes his head at the though of backing out. "If I can make half of what you make in a fiscal cycle, and not have to work for it on top of it, I'd be a di'kut to back out."
Tossing the financial report on the table and grabbing a sweet roll at the same time ParJai does, Jensen looks at her as she reaches across him for some of the foodstuffs. Trying not to think about the awkward moments last night, Jensen does his best to divert his attention. "So, when do you want to talk to the old man and break the news to him we're going into business together?"
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Post by Parjai Daala on Jan 20, 2011 19:28:38 GMT -5
Takes a bite of the sweet roll, she swallows it. "Well I figure when we get there. Nothing like 'SURPRISE, HE AND I ARE STILL FRIENDS, AND WE ARE BUSINESS PARTNERS'!!!!" Putting the sweet roll down she takes a long sip of her caf. "I wanna see the look on his face when he hears it, and to see if he will finally drop dead."
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 20, 2011 19:46:51 GMT -5
"Well then, lets gets some grub and go scare the poodoo outta him." Jensen says as he puts on his helmet and activates the internal comlink to his ship. Its comical almost to hear only one side of the conversation he is having with whoever is on the other line. "Whilsen... yeah its me. Listen, I want you to fire up the Vassal and bring it over to the entrainment district... No, I'm not hungover, just get your ass and the ship to these coordinates pronto... Whilsen, do what I say or so help you'll end up a talking educational device floating through the Unknown Regions... Good, to hear, Jensen out."
Taking off his buy'ce, Jensen smiles as he reports his ship's on the way. "You might want to get dressed, not that I don't mind watching walk around in nothing but a silky robe or anything but my ship should be here in about 10 klickets."
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Post by Parjai Daala on Jan 20, 2011 20:04:19 GMT -5
Listening to the conversation, she grins and pats his shoulder, "Well, I see we will be scaring the old war dog!" Walking from Jensen, she allows the robe to fall on the ground. Her naked frame is haloed from the sun. Grabbing her under garments from the closet, and slides them on. Slipping on her beskar'gam, boots, gaunts, jet pack, and buy'ce, she locks everything down.
Slipping on her buy'ce, she coms Jensen to make sure they are on the same channel. "Testing!" Taking off the buy'ce, she adjusts her hair to make the helm fit properly. "Jensen, I hope your crew know what they are in for."
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