Have You Seen My Hanar?

[solarisirius]

Ishale didn't like Omega.

Then again, she didn't really like anywhere that wasn't completely isolated and mostly uninhabited.

The cramped quarters, swarming with people who either thought you were out to get them or were out to get you, filled with sex and drugs and murder and bright lights and dark corners and...well, she would just prefer to stay on the transport. But since she was already heading in Omega's direction when she received Fisto's last communication, it wouldn't really hurt to stop by and visit.

Too bad she was already lost and, despite years of isolation, was too smart to ask anyone on this rock for directions. She'd be just as likely to get her brain melted, or better yet run in to some Blood Pack members. The woman leaned against the wall, out of the way of the surge of people, pinching the bridge of her nose as she felt a headache coming on. What the hell am I doing here?

[confuzzeldmind]

The deep pulsing rhythm that one felt throughout their entire being, the fast paced blur of exposed flesh and decadent intoxications lucratively flowing through the crowds; Fisto speculated that this section of Omega would be prime scouting grounds for Fornax.

But that was not what brought Fisto here. "She should be somewhere around here . . .Perhaps outside of the VIP section. . .This one finds it unlikely she has gotten on Aria's special list." Fisto mumbled to itself, gliding through the many bodies populating the dance floor in their dazed out intoxicated state. The VIP section while entertaining and was definitely on Fisto's return list, was not where it needed to be.

Fisto nodded to the Elcor guarding the front entrance to Omega's most active hotspot, Afterlife. Scanning the passerbyers, each too busy with their own problems and vices to notice one another it was almost as if watching a vid-feed on the Extranet. Fisto jiggled a bit with what would appear to be laughter; "What a funny thought, all these people just some lifeless video stream before this one's eyes." Ah . . . There. Fisto glided towards a wall located before the entrance to the merchant district, a piece of ginger hair barely visible from round the corner appeared in it's view.

"This one wonders if you happened to be a bit lost. . ."

[solarisirius]

There were a couple quarians wandering by that didn't look too intimidating. It was hard for anyone to look intimidating behind those brightly colored visors, and these two appeared to be women, so they were smaller than her. Just as she'd been about to move from her wall, a familiar voice startled her so much so that she was a bit unnerved at the thought of how low her guard must be.

But then again, no one could sneak like a giant jellyfish.

"These are your stomping grounds, not mine," Ishale said, turning around to grin at the always-flashily dressed hanar. "I've got to add some bells to that ensemble while I'm hear. You're too good at sneaking up on me."

[confuzzeldmind]

"This one enjoys surprising you far too much to allow such devices to be attached to my wardrobe. Besides, they'd clash with this one's entire ensemble, I wouldn't be able to wear such clothes; Unless your aim is to see me out of my dress which if this is the case, by all means, attache the flashiest bells you have." Fisto jiggled again with amusement while slowly entangling it's self onto Ishale's back.
"Ah, much more comfortable like this." Fisto hummed as it brought one of it's long tenacle legs to tap Ishale's head affectionately.
"You seriously need to visit Omega more or perhaps inform this one with an exact meeting point next time; this one fears you might stumble into the back alleyways and become feed for those distasteful Vorcha."

[solarisirius]

Ishale shuddered at the mention of the vorcha, easily compensating for her friend's weight by adjusting her stance. She was by no means racist (what kind of human supremacist would be okay with toting a hanar around on their back) but the vorcha scared the living daylights out of her. She'd sooner take on an entire batarian fleet than have a single unpleasant encounter with the bug-like creatures.

"You know I can handle myself," Ishale said, butting one of Fisto's legs with her nose while it got comfortable. "But I also agree. I'd rather meet you in one of those clubs you like so much than risk having to deal with one of those...vorcha."

[confuzzeldmind]

"Hmmmm . . .This one agees; Vorcha are not to be trifled with. This one thinks you might enjoy Afterlife but only in small doses. Loads of people jam packed into a room buzzing and thumping music with smoke making the air so thick; the club is like an acquired taste." Fisto squeezed Ishale's right arm ever so slightly. "Perhaps we should venture to that local food stand, you must be requiring some nutrition from your voyage." Fisto glanced in both directions, careful not to cause any unnecessary discomfort to it's friend. "Besides, we should make ourselves less . . . suspicious to the few wandering and alert eyes."

[solarisirius]

"Gee, a shrimpy red head carrying a promiscuous hanar around; I wonder what we could do to make ourselves less suspicious?" Ishale teased, making her way out from the wall and down the adjacent street, having long since gotten used to keeping her friend from knocking in to other people. "And food sounds great. Know anywhere good?"