A Touch of Midnight | CIS Dominion of Omwat / Adras

[Seren]

[member="Jenmae Ophiro"]​

The Wolf had Hope.

It had been far too long since Seren had returned home. Yet, the quest which had dominated his attentions as of late had seen his path wander further and further away from Cularin. Though his heart was there - resting within the porcelain hands of a certain Witch - his focus was on the stars. Divinity was finally attainable and "all" that was required was finding the Nine. Of course, for things which did not wish to be found, it was far easier said than done. Thus, Seren had to put all of his assets and talents to the test to suss out even the most meager of clues. To date, only one of his marks had been discovered...but he had hope his efforts would pay off soon.

In the interim, the pinnacle of magick had come upon the Galaxy. On this day, the realms of spirit and mundane aligned in such a dazzling manner that every Witch and Warlock could feel. It was on this day that the Mandragora had decided to open their arms to the Confederacy all the more. An event of sorts was being hosted aboard a monumental station: C.S.S. Caleuche. In the beginning, Seren and Jenmae had been of one accord regarding this occassion. They would be remiss for such an opportunity to pass them by without attending. Therefore, Seren's travels came to a temporary conclusion.

It was not long that the Wolf had to wait for his beloved. He felt her presence descend upon his mind long before her voice slithered forth from his earpiece. Though an evening of rubbing elbows and forging bonds laid before them, the White Witch had seen fit to change the itinerary. There was not even the slightest hint of rebellion in response to her desires. But rather, the formation of a small smirk upon the Wolf's lips. "Oh?" his response began in tandem with the neat about-face which bore him towards the station's hangar. It would be only a brief voyage over to where his partner awaited. "And what is our prey?"

Several moments later, after boarding and disembarking one of the station's shuttles, he was greeted with the sight of the White Witch. He, unlike her robed form, was dressed far more casually. A simple, dark t-shirt and cargo pants occupied his person. Yet, for the task at hand - a Hunt - he was perfectly dressed. Reaching out, not another word escaped his lips. Yet trailing the rear of his hand upon her pallid cheek was all that he had to say. They would have time aplenty to reunite properly - but this was enough to say I've missed you. But now...their Hunt began.

 

[Cerria Rene]

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Objective: Find a way to the Lab​

Location: Abandoned Hanger​

Equipment: ACLs, DE-10 Blaster, x2 Combat Knives​

Helmet: xhttps://d1lss44hh2trtw.cloudfront.n...28/destiny-2-celestial-nighthawk_1200x500.jpg​

Tags: [member="Ashla Vella"], [member="Celiana"]​

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Stepping off of the shuttle's ramp, fingers adjusted her gear as the sounds from the stations structure brought her to the reality of the situation. Having responded to the distress call just in time and boarded the shuttle, Cerria intended to get answers to whatever had happened, provided her abilities could be of use.​

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Once the doors had been opened, she stepped through into the hallway, keeping space between herself and the others. Steady steps took her forward, looking for signs of which way lead to toward the lab, signs of survivors, or even casualties. Though her connection to the Force may be weaker than others, an eerie feeling crept up her spine bringing slight chills upon her skin. Activating the night vision of her lenses, she left her senses open, allowing the Force to flow through her.​

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"Eyes open, this place feels strange in a way I cannot place my finger on."​

 

[Jenmae Ophiro]

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Wearing | Accompanied by [member="Seren"]​

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It had taken no more than an instant for his voice to return to her on the small piece of tech the Wolf had suggested they start wearing on these forays into Confederate space. At first she'd been adverse to the idea of having to be digitally bound to him when their own bond was so effortless, but he'd made the argument that from great distances, or in an instance where the Spirits were not available to lend their aid, they may come in handy... Such was the case when she'd landed on a ship wholly separate from his own. Her Wolf would come to her, as she bidden him, and she would answer all his questions once he arrived.

She didn't need to wait long - his trip from the C.S.S. Caleuche took him less than ten minutes all in, but it had afforded the witch some time to get a feel for this other vessel she had selected for their evening. Whatever it was that lurked at the centre of this ship, it wasn't something with a good nature... When she heard the access port slide open behind her, he would find her standing perfectly still in the hall ahead, her hands loose at her sides, seemingly gazing steadily down the corridor ahead of them.

His footsteps caused her to turn, that shadowy hood allowing the faintest hint of light within, showing a small smile painted across lips that had been smeared with lipstick in midnight black. The flash of brilliant white teeth were sinister, though it was unlikely it would phase the Wolf... He knew this grin. The gentle brush of his fingers across the back of her cheek didn't alter that look either, her eyes and that smile stayed leveled on him as she spoke.

"If we are swift, and we can maneuver faster than whoever else has been called onto this ship, we're hunting something that could be of use to us both." Her left hand rose to gently collect his much larger fingers in her own and she turned, leading him deeper into the ship, headed towards the thunderous bangs that could be heard echoing ahead of them.

 

[Subject 73 Red]

[member="Haastal Verd"]
[member="Kathryn Foster"]

Red jumped and looked around, weapons-ready when the loud BANG echoed through the station. Red looked around. When he deemed it all clear, he lowered his rifle.

"Okay, I know I didn't imagine that. What the hell was that? And does anyone else feel that strange feeling? That strange feeling that makes this seem, unnatural. I'm just gonna come out with it, I can fell it. This doesn't feel right."

To be honest, Red was actually excited for this. He could already tell that this was gonna be intense, and he enjoyed intense. He thrived in bad situations. This mission was turning out to be freaky, and maybe a bit scary. He had never been on a mission like this. He was actually excited to see where this would go.

Maybe this would be more fun than that dreadful party he had to guard.

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Objectivearty
wearing: X

[SIZE=9pt]For Eli this time of year was always a special time, for she always loved everything mystical that is part of what had lead her to train in the force. It seemed that the most influential times in her life happened around this time of year. Everything from her leaving her parents ship to her finding her way into the confederacy to beginning her training under Voph, to finally finishing her training and being able to train others in her ways. So when she was invited to a celebration of this time of year, the height of mystical she almost tripped over herself to accept it.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=9pt]Eli-Mae had quickly made her way to the ship, having landed her ship she stood her feet landing with a clunk on the hard metal floor. She strode back to her quarters in the ship and found what she had decided to wear. She looked into her closet and saw it, a flowing black dress that drug the ground with a cloak and hood. Once she stepped into the dress she would make her way into the bathroom, she dug through her makeup bag and came away with her typical base which is to say porcelain, as well as black lipstick and eyeshadow, quickly making up her face. The dark eyeshadow caused her blue eyes to glimmer even more than they did normally.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=9pt]Looking into the mirror as she put her hair up she smiled this was the perfect look for tonight, she then put her hood up and grinned. It was then that she stepped into her shoes. Making her way off of her ship she smiled, she was so ready to learn more about magic and to have a little fun while at it. All of these things went through her mind as she made her way into the main hall.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=9pt]She smiled as she looked around trying to figure out what to do at this point in time.[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt][/SIZE]

 

[Kaia Verd]

Objective: Figure out her next move
Location: Maze
Tag: [member="Damien Van-Derveld"]

[SIZE=9pt]Kaia’s heart was pounding, she had never felt like this before. She wanted to say something, instead she would reach over and take the man’s hand. Should he allow her she would lead him away, she wanted to explore the maze that would give her just a moment to organize her thoughts and decide what she was to do about what she was feeling. She knew she liked the guy and she knew what she wanted to do but she didn’t know if it was a good idea to do what she wanted. For the most part she was a very reasonable but when it came to her emotions she was one to be irrational following her heart and her instincts no matter what her mind told her.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=9pt]As they entered the maze Kaia kept her feverish pace, her mind running a million miles an hour, thinking of all the possible outcomes for the moves she could make. On one hand if she did what she wanted to he could not like it and it would make things awkward. However if she didn’t do it she would never know if he felt the same way about her. As all of this flooded her mind she would take a few turns in random directions, she could hear things moving in the maze. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE=9pt]It was then that she was finally able to silence her mind as she made her way around another corner to find no one there, she turned to the man who was behind her. She looked into his eyes and remembered the first time she had seen those eyes, ever since then she couldn’t get them out of her mind. It was then she did something irrational, she took a step closing the gap between the two still staring into his eyes certain of her next move.[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt][/SIZE]

 

[Damien Van-Derveld]

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w. [member="Kaia Verd"] | wearing: xxx​

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The sound of Kaia's heart beat in Damien's ear like a drum. He could smell the change in her pheromones the more time they spent together. Everything about what his wolf was able to pick up told Damien one thing. She was attracted to him. Perhaps it was a foolish thing for Damien to let her lead him into the maze, but the Dathomiri raised male could not yet say no to a woman, no matter how young. They held the power in the society he had been raised in, and as long as the girl was simply looking for fun, Damien did not see any danger in allowing her the small victory.

Truth be told, Damien had never seen a maze like the one he was being pulled into. The festival they were celebrating, and the way it was being celebrated was new to him. Yes, the spirits were loud tonight, and yes Doashim was begging Damien to join the rest of his brothers and sisters, but tonight, Damien wanted to enjoy the festivities. Tonight he did not have to be the Mandragora or the Nightbrother his grandmother had always expected him to be. There was no dark side savior at this party, just an 18 year old kid learning what it meant to be an 18 year old kid.

Kaia led them around many twists and turns until they were finally alone. What happened next startled Damien. It should not have, after all he had heard the beating of her heart loud and clear. It only raced faster and beat louder as she moved in closer, leaving an cautious kiss on his lips. When she pulled away Damien licked his lips, and did not really know what to say. "That was umm... nice," even though Damien was about to say unexpected. He did not want to make Kaia think she was being shot down. "I think that is the first genuinely innocent kiss I have had in my life. On Dathomir the nightsisters... they just take who they want when they want. If I had not left as soon as my coming of age ceremony was completed I might even have been claimed by now."

Damien was rambling now because he was unsure of what to do next. She was still younger than him, but she was also nice and fun to be around.

"That wasn't too much information was it?"

The young man shrugged. What was just one more kiss? It wasn't like her parents weren't blaster toting warriors or anything.... right?

 

[Subject 74 Lucky]

Objective: Have fun. Don't screw things up.
Tags: Open
Wearing: https://www.amazon.com/Adult-Assassins-Costume-Officially-Licensed/dp/B01LOUSVYG


Lucky walked around the party, taking in all the sights and sounds. Everybody seemed to be having fun. Maybe, just maybe, Lucky could relax for once. Maybe he could even socialize and make some friends. Even the Voices had stopped, even they were taking the day off. Lucky looked at the party goers, they were all having fun.

Great, once again, Lucky was left out. Lucky looked at the activities. There was so much to do! Everywhere you looked, there was something to do, something to see!

Where to start? Lucky thought to himself.
Well, I'll start with socializing.

Lucky went around the party, greeting people and introducing himself. Nobody seemed really interested in him. Most of them just gave him crazy looks. They were all interesting in the games, festivities, other people, or the more exciting costumes. Nobody even bothered with him. Even though Lucky was wearing a costume, few people even looked at him, they were concentrating on the more popular costumes, not his inconspicuous one.

"Why do I even bother?" Lucky sighed to himself.

Lucky was used to being the outcast, but what hurt more than anything was that he got his hopes up, that he thought that since it was a party, he was bound to meet someone that would enjoy his company. Of course, there was Red. Both Red and Lucky were experiments, and they got along pretty well, but now Red was off on some mission, leaving Lucky alone.

"Another night by yourself, Lucky." Lucky muttered to himself, hoping someone would eventually try and get along with him.

 

[Eternal Rapture]

Tag: [member="Ashla Vella"] | [member="Jenmae Ophiro"] | [member="Seren"] | [member="Cerria Rene"] | [member="Celiana"]​

Venturing just outside of the hanger yielded little of interest, aside from the thunderous bang of heavy metal and the creak of a station that might or might burst apart at the bulkheads. It was a corridor like any other. Dimly lit by emergency lighting. Devoid of life. Stark. Sterile.

However, as life progressed further into the facility along the narrow paths not barred by hastily stacked debris and sealed doors, the atmosphere changed. Did it grow darker? No, the luminosity hadn't changed. The hue skewed quickly from white to green. The lights seemed to project white, and yet the walls were covered in green. They were covered in pitch. Slowly, the black slid down the walls... or so it seemed. Look away and back again, and the stained walls resumed their former state; but gaze long enough and the black descended lower, and lower toward the floor. It oozed and crept over the gaps and the ridges of the wall. Never a drip. Nary a drop. It crept.

A faint shriek pierced the air from far ahead or far within. Sharp, sudden, and instantly gone.

Any that sought to return to their shuttle -- their curiosity no longer outweighing their fear -- would find the hangar doors sealed. The panels unlit. And by some miracle -- or explosive -- they were opened no shuttle would be found. Only the pitch black of space. Unlit along the rim of the hanger, yet with no air being explosively sucked into the void.

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Tag: [member="Kathryn Foster"] | [member="Subject 73 Red"] | [member="Haastal Verd"]​

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The bright glow around the rim of the hanger bay cast a blue hue over the interior as those on foot slipped within the station interior. A comforting blue reassuring anyone that looked the otherwise invisible field of energy kept the atmosphere in. Vibrant and soothing. Until it turned red. Blood covered everything in the hanger that wasn't a living creature, and perhaps -- just perhaps -- a shapeless form just out of sight through the window from where Kathryn sat.

Meanwhile, in the dimly lit, sterile hallway, intrepid warriors made their way within the station. Behind them the hangar doors remain open, their shuttle (and Kathryn) available to flee at any time. And around them, the walls were as bright and lifeless as ever. A pristine, albeit empty station. Not a chair, nor table out of place or stacked hastily to bar something's progress. Not one splotch of blood, nor scream to pierce the ears.

When the doors to the first junction snapped open, however, there were two very large barrelled defense turrets. With the door opening the turrets did not stir. A console sat in the middle of the room with its screens faced away from the door. Perhaps something of interest could be found there. A way to unseal the doors to the next leg of their journey, quite possibly.

Be careful, however, as the turrets may take exception to tampering with the control they guard jealously.

 

[Subject 73 Red]

[member="Haastal Verd"]
[member="Kathryn Foster"].

Red looked around the room.

"Sector's clear." He reported.

Red walked over to the console in the middle of the room, cautiously eyeing the turrets. Red reached the turrets.

"I'll see what this thing has. Just give me a few. And somebody make sure that those turrets are offline. I don't want to get shot in the back." Red started typing at the console, as two droids examined both turrets, looking to see if they were off.

Red typed at the console. Surprisingly, it still had power. Red was unnerved by the fact on how empty it was in the room. There was nothing. No marks of battle, no evidence of any kind. Red would expect at least signs of people, if not battle. There wasn't even any smudges or dirt anywhere. It was completely clean. It was almost as if this station was new and that the people had yet to move in. Freaky.

 

[Kaia Verd]

Objective: Don't screw this up
tag: [member="Damien Van-Derveld"]
[SIZE=9pt]Kaia was kindly surprised when the guy allowed her to step in close, as their lips made contact her heart slowed only a tiny bit as she became somewhat comfortable. As her lips left his her mind began to reel, wondering if that really just happened, it seemed so strange to her, the feelings that rushed through her as their lips made contact, if only for a second it was more than enough to affirm that they had mutual feelings for each other, as well as gave the small girl a rush of heat rising to her face. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE=9pt]Kaia took a small step back just enough so they weren’t touching but still staying close to the guy. As he spoke she listened, that is how she had been raised, with as much respect for each person as she had for her own parents. She had never heard such stories as the cute guy told her. As he muttered the last word she realized that her hearing aids had malfunctioned halfway through but she was in her head to much and was actually reading the guys lips too much to realize, she noticed when she spoke only because the lack of any sound. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE=9pt]“No that was not too much information, I have been curious of your upbringing” She said gently as she rocked her weight back forward and fidgeted with her hearing aids a bit trying to get them to work[/SIZE]

 

[Eternal Rapture]

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Tag: [member="Amelia von Sorenn"] | [member="Xobos Yakieer"] | [member="Cali Ziiva"] | [member="Daxton Bane"] | [member="Tempest Yore"] | [member="Kaia Verd"] | [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] | [member="Damien Van-Derveld"] | [member="Eli-Mae Forrest"] | [member="Subject 74 Lucky"] | [member="Karlie Lynn Destat"]​

A festival-wide broadcast went out that judges were sought for the Costume Contest portion of the night's event. Should there be a lack of volunteers, the Mandragora promised sleepless nights marinated in the personal fears of those in attendance. But with such a magnificent turn out it should be quite impossible not to have at least two worthy souls delight audiences near and far with their select decision.

Enrollment would be open in the Graveyard cafe for the next hour. After which the Contest would begin! Have no fear, participants. Whether you're hiding in the maze or getting it on on the dance floor, the judges'll be sure to bear witness to whatever you'd brought to the party.

Also, the Mandragora would like to take the opportunity to remind guests you must keep your clothes on at all times, even in the Succubus Dungeon. Especially in the Dungeon. Further violators will be turned into Wee Dragons and kept as honored guests of Vureshakkairn Castle for the foreseeable future.

[Declare your interest in your post within the next five days!]​

 

[Subject 74 Lucky]

Objective: Enjoy the party!
Wearing: https://www.amazon.c...d/dp/B01LOUSVYG
Tags: [member="Eternal Rapture"] , Open (I'm so lonely. Please interact with Lucky here, he needs friends )

Lucky heard the announcement and shrugged. He decided he would go and sign up to be a judge for the costume contest. He started making his way towards the Graveyard cafe. Personally, Lucky could live without more sleepless nights with his worst fears. He really didn't need anymore of those. He hated those. As Lucky made his way to the Graveyard cafe, two of his personalities were arguing about something, what they were arguing about, Lucky didn't even bother to find out, he just tuned them out.

The one thing Lucky was confused by was the guests taking off their costumes, and something about a Succubus Dungeon. Weird. Lucky made a mental note to avoid whatever that was. And the drinks, the drinks looked diseased and poisoned. Lucky had a feeling it was one of those strange Force-wielders, maybe one of those witches, they seemed like they were always up to something.

Lucky arrived at the Graveyard cafe. He was the first arrival.

"I would like to apply for the role of judge." Lucky stated.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Daxton did not want to be a judge, as he was focused on the younglings who gathered close after handing out buckets of sweets and treats. Perhaps a tale of horror and gore was in order so he rested back on his haunches and gathered them close, droids buzzing around handing out novelty bottles designed to look like popular liquors but filled with hyper caffinated sweet soda. He chuckled to himself as he imagined the utter chaos that would happen when these children got home and sugar kicked in.

 

[Damien Van-Derveld]

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w. [member="Kaia Verd"] | wearing: xxx​

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The kiss had certainly been unexpected, and the fact Damien seemed to like the attention even moreso. Yes, he had to explain his upbringing and the fact he was used to women taking what they wanted. His words had also buried the subtle hint that he had more experience than a simple, and cute, kiss. The Verd was adorable, and Damien could not fault her for anything. There seemed to be an issue though as her eyes were more focused on his lips as he spoke. He was arrogant enough to think she just wanted another kiss, but Damien also noticed she began to fidget with something in her ears, hearing aids?

Damien would go insane if he could not hear or needed assistance. His hearing as a wolf was far superior to that of any human, and Damien would kill to keep it that way. Without his ability to hear or smell as he did, his life would be much different, something he did not want to experience at all.

There was a call for entering the costume contest, but Damien and Kaia were so deep into the maze by this point they would likely miss entry. Damien was not here to be judged at any rate, and she affirmed his story was not too much, Damien sought to ask about hers.

"What about you? How did you get those," he pointed to the hearing aids in her ears. "If it isn't too forward..."

 

[Kaia Verd]

[SIZE=9pt]Location: Deep in the Maze[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=9pt]Objective: Explain her upbringing[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=9pt]Tag: [member="Damien Van-Derveld"][/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=9pt]Kaia’s eyes were still focused on the man’s lips, watching him speak she could hear his voice in her head. She knew that everyone wanted to hear the story of how she got her hearing aids, most of them got the quick and short version from the small girl but she had such feelings for this guy that she was willing to tell him the whole story, it was a scary story for the girl to tell for her to open up and tell anyone the full story meant a lot for her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The small girl stepped a bit closer to the man before beginning to speak, “As a young girl being born on the gang war torn world of Nar Shaddaa to a couple of death stick junkies I was abandoned at an extremely young age as my biological parents viewed me as nothing but an expense that would stop them from getting their fix” The girl began, her voice seemed to hollow out as she spoke about her biological parents, it was a sore subject.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Kaia’s words were slow and quiet as she was so close to the guy she starred into his eyes, her world still silent. “From there she had to learn to take care of myself”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]“My life changed when I was 8 years old, I got caught in the middle of a fire fight between what I thought to be rival gangs, I only turned out to be partially correct, it involved a gang and a small squad from the confederacy. At the end of the fight an explosion occurred when a thermal detonator from the gangs stockpile had blown up causing a chain reaction.” This is where her voice got shaky, she was still not over what had happened to her[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]“I got caught on the edge of the blast radius and most of the debris had missed me, however the shockwave had caught me causing massive amounts of damage to my eardrums causing me to become permanently deaf.” As she finished she would once more lean in and plant a small kiss on his lips[/SIZE]

 

[Karlie Lynn Destat]

Objective: Party Hardy
Location: at the Caleuche's promenade deck party
Attire:

Tags:Open... [member="Vytal Noctura"]
Post: 3


"Oh no, nothing of the like.
I just never been to a costume ball before... " her eyes were going over the vampiric costume the girl were wearing. Karlie had admired it upon entering, giving her second thoughts as to why she had chosen such a bright costume with an 'S' across her chest. Ok, so the clerk had said it stood for 'Super'. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now with everyone else here wearing lavish costumes like [member="Vytal Noctura"] was, Karlie were thinking maybe she should have gone with something a little more sexy.

"...just that it seems most often than not; that a general distress call always seems to pop up over some of the open emergency channels. I kinda hate to leave, just when I got here." Of course she hated to leave. Why should she commit herself and droids to some crisis when by the looks of this party, it were HAPPENING.

As of late, she had some bad streaks of luck come down her way. Karlie were just looking to loose herself for awhile, have fun, socialize... not get pressed back on some front line.

"Sigh..." She then realized what she may be projecting.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to bring you down." No, no she didn't. Whatever was to follow, if Karlie would indeed be pressed into service, it would be her problem. Complaining to a perfectly good stranger about it, was not why everyone came here for.

Then something strange caught her eye...why were apples floating on top of an open barrel?

"Uhm..." Yes, her attention were drawn away from the impending service call...and of the liability if her unauthorized horde of battle droids took it upon themselves somehow to answer the distress call. Then God only knew-
her thoughts stopped right there as Karlie's attention were now on the barrel and of the two individuals laughing it up as they attempted to eat?..no no, bite the apples in the water?

"Is that some kind of challenge game?" She curiously asked [member="Vytal Noctura"]

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

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Objective: party hardy with a pink alien and find a certain witchy witch
Wearing: Pink Sun Gang space biker costume
Post: #3
Tags: [member="Cali Ziiva"]

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Grabbing the pink one’s hand in her own, Xobos began to work her way down to the dance floor, practically pulling the rambling Zeltron down the stairs with her. As much as she loved being around the alien, Cali did have this tendency to ramble at times. Just so long as Xobos was able to get the zeltron to the point, it wouldn’t be much a problem whatsoever. And it typically wasn’t. For now though, she wanted to find drinks as soon as possible. They couldn’t go exploring a haunted house without some sort of drink, could they?

As the pair continued to swim their way through the crowd and toward the bar, Xobos tightened her grip on Cali’s hand as to not lose her in the crowd. The pink one had a tendency to go exploring, and she was worried if she let go of her in this crowd, that the apprentice may never find her again. Plus, Cali’s hand felt nice. Really nice. Soft, calming, as if her very presence was enough to keep the voices calm within her mind.

Eventually the pair made it to the bar, pulling up to the spooky colored bar with all of the copwebs and pumpkin decorations. Whoever had been in charge of decorating this place had done a great job, and had certainly made the atmosphere feel as though they were truly in this haunted place. She tried not to let her mind wander at the decorations, instead looking to the menu of all the sppoky flavored and themed drinks. After looking it over for just a moment, she knew immediately what the other woman would want. Turning to the bartender, she gave him a small smile before ordering. “My pink friend here would like that specialty drink of the night. The one with the sparkler that sits in the drink.” With a nod, he nodded and began to prepare the first drink. Xobos turned to Cali in this time, giving her a little smirk. “Order for me, would you please?”

 

[Damien Van-Derveld]

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w. [member="Kaia Verd"] | wearing: xxx​

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Damien listened, truly listened. His ears picked up on what he had missed in the crowds before, the muddled sound of someone who was losing their hearing on almost every word. It was a shame that such a thing had happened to her. The gangs, being caught in the middle of such a violent encounter, none of it was a way to be raised. It was as though they shared a common trait in their upbringing. Both of them experienced things that were less than ideal, some things neither would likely wish on others. What could Damien say to such a story. He could apologize, but most people would simply tell him it was not his fault. Yet, there was a portion of him that wanted to show sympathy.

That was why the next kiss had caught him off guard. He should have been expecting it but was so caught up in their conversation he had missed the signs she was going to kiss him again. Not wanting her to think he was not interested to a degree, Damien decided to kiss her back. Where hers was a small kiss, Damien's lingered slightly. It wasn't overly passionate, but it conveyed that her advances were not unwanted. Did Damien know what he wanted beyond what they were sharing in the moment, no. The freedom to choose was something he had never thought would be his to have. What he did know was the girl had made an impression on him, and he wanted to get to know her better.

"I'm not human," Damien found himself blurting out. "I don't know if that matters to you, but I am not what I seem."

Damien knew he was going to have to explain, so before she could question him, he continued.

"I am a Lupine, a wolf shifter if you want to think of it that way. However, while I am one in the same the wolf is dominant. I have to shift every few days at least. I don't mean to be so abrupt, but I can tell you are interested, and it is only fair you know who, and what, I am."

Did Damien just pour a bucket of cold water on everything? He didn't know, but he was going to lead with what she needed to know.

 

[Kaia Verd]

[SIZE=9pt]Location: Deep in the Maze[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=9pt]Objective: Explain her upbringing[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=9pt]Tag: [member="Damien Van-Derveld"][/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=9pt]Kaia maintained her eye contact with the man, her mind completely focused on every word he spoke. As for him being a Lupine she didn’t mind, she was not one to judge a person based on their species, their race, or even their gender but merely on the content of their character. Kaia was still in shock from the man’s lingering kiss, she had liked it more than she would admit and it let her know that her advances were not in vain.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Kaia would smile softly as the man finished speaking she would begin to speak once more, her voice quiet and a bit hollow still weird that she couldn’t hear herself speak. “You need not worry about your species with me, it is of no concern. I judge not by species race or gender but by the character of that person, and your character is amazing”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]With the last word she stepped forward and waited, wanting him to make the first move[/SIZE]