A trip with Yamato

[childofrebellion]

"No, I'm not talking to anyone unless they have a performer with them and the cantina is closed." The door slammed behind the angry Shistavanen and Cassian winced from where he watching across the street.

His asset couldn't meet him if the cantina wasn't open as they worked in there. He needed some way to convince the owner and started to walk around the block, opening a door that turned into Milliways.

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[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato's easy enough to locate -- it's just a case of following the sound of harmonica music to the spot on the couches where he's lounging, playing a few slow, jazzy tunes.

Cassian gets a quick glance as he enters, but Yamato doesn't say anything to the man. Not yet, at least -- it's difficult to play a harmonica and talk at the same time.

[childofrebellion]

As Cassian walks over to Yamato, he considers him and how much of a risk it would be to bring him in. When he's close enough he says. "That sounded nice."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato lowers his harmonica, swinging about so that he's sitting up, and gives Cassian a quick smile.

"Thanks."

[childofrebellion]

"Are you still interested in seeing my world? I could use some of your skills."

And this is a fairly safe situation and if anything gets odd then he'll get Yamato out.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Sure," Yamato says, stowing his harmonica in his pocket and standing. "What skills do you need?"

[childofrebellion]

"There's a cantina that's closing up because their entertainer fell through. If you would be willing to introduce yourself, it might help things open up again."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"I can do that. Just introduce myself, convince the owner to let me keep his patrons entertained, do some singing, right?" Yamato says, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Simple enough. Need me to change into something less Earth-ish before we go?"

[childofrebellion]

Cassian looks Yamato over. "Ask Bar for a jacket and maybe a shirt. She'll know what should work."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato throws a quick, two-fingered salute, and heads over to the Bar.

When he returns, he's tugging on a shirt not too dissimilar to Cassian's own, with a black jacket dangling from one of his hands.

"Okay, ready."

[childofrebellion]

"You look good. The place we're going is a small city around a spaceport, its called Winlo and in the Outer Rim."

At the door, Cassian opens it to check where they are before going through and holding it for Yamato. The door opens onto an alley with the sounds of a larger street and the stomp of boots not too far away.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Anything else I need to know?"

As he steps through the door, Yamato adjusts his stance and gait slightly -- it's subtle, but he dials down the soldier-yness, letting himself slouch a little bit, looking just a shade less alert, dimming his general aura of authority.

[childofrebellion]

As Yamato shifts his stance, Cassian nods in approval, he's being just another pilot here.

"If we come across 'troopers follow my lead and let's hope we don't meet any trouble."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Aye-aye," Yamato murmurs, sliding his hands into his pockets.

[childofrebellion]

Outside, the light is shifting to darker as a almost purple moon shines overhead.

Across the street from the cantina is a tiny storefront selling caf and pastries with a small crowd that Cassian slips them into.

He orders them both some fried donuts as the cantina door opens and the owner comes out with a growl. "Don't howl at me."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

This world is both familiar and strange at the same time, as far as Yamato's concerned. Similar to Earth in some ways, similar to the Digital World in others, and unlike either of them in still more.

He takes one of the donuts, watching the cantina as the owner comes out.

"That the owner?" He asks Cassian, quietly.

[childofrebellion]

"Yes, that's him. His name's Romolu. He runs a good cantina, loud enough that you can be without too many problems."

And he pays off who he needs to so that his patrons don't get a lot of questions.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Sounds like the perfect place for whatever it is you want to do there," Yamato notes, wryly. "Want me to approach him now or wait?"

[childofrebellion]

Romolu paces for a few moments outside before Cassian starts to walk over, still eating the last of his donut. "I've got someone who could play for you."

He lets his accent get heavier and his posture relax.

The owner spots Cassian and gives him a skeptical look. "They have to impress me, pilot."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Well, why don't we find somewhere I can sing, and we'll see if you like what you hear?" Yamato suggests, following Cassian. "Won't take up more than a couple of minutes of your time."

[childofrebellion]

Now Yamato gets a long consideration before the cantina door is opened and he asks Yamato. "You got a name?"

Inside the cantina is dark, clean but not completely, its not the most welcoming place. Near the back is a small stage.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Yamato," Yamato says, giving him a quick smile.

He figures an alias is unnecessary here. It's not like he actually exists in this world for anyone to trace anything back to him, after all.

[childofrebellion]

"You sing, do anything else? He your manager?"

Romolu gestures with his muzzle at Cassian who's slightly disappearing into the shadows of the cantina.

"I am. I'm flying him wherever he needs to go. You'll like his voice." Cassian smiles as he talks, patting Yamato on the arm.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato gives Cassian a slightly wry look, because it occurs to him that Cassian's never actually heard him sing before this.

"I can play a few instruments and throw a few good punches, but that's probably not the kind of entertainment you're looking for," he says to Romolu, with a quick grin. "Beyond that, if you're hoping I'll put on a magic show for your patrons or somethin', you're out of luck."

[childofrebellion]

Cassian's heard Yamato play and Yamato told him that he was a good sing. From what he knows of Yamato, he's a good judge of what he can do and he said he could sing.

Romolu laughs, "Start with a song."

Behind him, Cassian gives Yamato a nod.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato rubs the back of his neck quickly, then launches into a low, slow song.

It's a singing voice that seems like it was made for smokey jazz bars: His already deep baritone growl seems to drop a few notes when he sings, imbuing every note with a kind of bone-deep melancholy, and the general magnetic aura he has seems to amplify to absurd levels, dragging attention forcibly towards himself and holding it there.

He doesn't sing for too long. Eventually, he stops, giving Romolu a quick smile.