Posted Oct 05 2012 - 05:14 AM
IC (Hatann, Dark Abyss Saloon): Seeing that his contact had arrived in a timely fashion, Hatann decided that he, unlike the toa, wouldn't make this any more complicated than it needed to be. Other beings might play games with who goes over to sit with who, but in this situation, Hatann didn't see the point. He was here to make an exchange, not play political power games.That said, he could see room for a bit of style. The Skakdi wriggled his clawed toes around on the dusty floor of the bar, each amassing a small pile of grit behind their points. They were tiny, insignificant heaps of waste, but they were enough for him to use. Mentally triggering his power to transmute his own body into any substance he touched, Hatann became dust. For a moment, the outline of his hideous Skakdi grin was preserved in the pile before it collapsed to the floor with nothing but a soft swoosh. He disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye. Slowly and inconspicuously, the individual grains of dust made their way accross the floor, sticking themselves to the other patrons' boots or rolling down tiny channels and scratches in the stone floor. Their movements were almost imperceptible until, in a flurry of motion, they all swirled upwards over the seat next to Viloz and ach grain fit itself into the shape of Hatann's body like pieces of a magical jigsaw puzzle. Deactivating his power, Hatann became a being of metal and flesh once again, his large white teeth shingin in the gloom."Good evening, Viloz" he said casually.