Act II: A Trip To Wonderland

[Josh Dragovalor]

Group 1: Festival of Light


Finally, someone he recognized. He walked up to Daella, walking alongside his fellow Jedi Master. It was odd, she was regularly stationed on Ossus. What was she doing here?

"Master Apparine" he regarded, with a breath. "Beautiful day, isn't it?" he asked, half jokingly, and he cocked a half smile to prove that.

He put the glass of wine away as they passed a table after he'd gulped it. He regretted it, but he didn't sense anything that could have tainted it... No, they were fine. For now, anyway.

"But in all seriousness...." he said, knowing she loved seriousness. "Any idea what in the blue hell is going on here?"

@[member="Daella Apparine"]

 

[Edric Vanyan]

Arthur had tried for a few moments, well he tried the whole time but in the first few moments was his hardest before he tripped up already, it was funny, he could write better and read faster than anyone he knew, he could shoot a rifle and hit something nine times out of ten, he could handle a blade better than anyone he knew. But dancing turned out to be as successful as if he tried to fly, his feet moved with little grace, and he made a face as he looked down at his feet and at some other dancers, hopelessly wearing a concentrated expression even evident through the mask. It probably looked hilarious to the woman who had offered to help him learn. @[member="Emily Vani"]

 

[Darth Isolda]

Group 1: Festival of Light


Ahh... there she is, came Isolda's mental murmur. Amusement lit within the blue eyes of the Vahla, as she seemingly observed from the distance the apple of her eye. Long fingers under elbow length black gloves delicately went skimming over the balcony railing. She would be another face in the crowd, lost within the masses.


Perfect.


Past. Present. Future.


Within this web of farseeing... all were the same.

 

[Aran Finn]

Group 1: Festival of Light
@[member="Kitt Solo"]

His hands lingered for a couple of seconds on her waist before falling away, but they made their impression. Solo was someone he'd grown fond of ... heck, maybe some day he'd even call her Kitt. Meeting her eyes and grinning, Alen open his cloak. There was no bottle of Southern Corellian, but in its place both of his lightsabers rested. He didn't think he'd be using them, but still, who went anywhere unarmed?

"Surprises are kind of my jam." Na'Varro smiled again, happy that Kitt was here. They were ... yes, more than friends. Her presence was soothing, allowing him to remain calm, like the focal point of a storm. The Dark Jedi offered his arm to the younger woman, his eyes almost challenging her to take it. "Let's go find something alcoholic and get up to some mischief."

 

[Syn]

Group 1: Festival of Light
@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

Syn recognized Dragonsflame when he got there and had a look on his face. "This is a strange feeling. I do not understand happiness or celebration after war." He was curious though the mere idea that war might be over, finished was something that wasn't too hard to wish for, to desire and want but wanting things was a dangerous game it was how desires and goals could be twisted. "We should be on our guard."

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

GROUP 1: FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS

Holland, as a disguised droid and a relatively new face in the galaxy, did not have many friends. He did however, have access to the holonet and public records and noted that several of the figures around were of some political importance. Three Jedi Councilors a member of the Fringe High Council, and her squeeze by the looks of it. All of them could prove useful for infiltration programs later if the proper data was recorded. He did a quick check on the odds of him getting a workable disguise algorithm made in one encounter and decided he'd head after the one called Solo. If only due to not dealing with Force Users everyday, imitating her would prove easier than one of the Jedi. Fringe were also more merciful to those they fought, as there were no public records of the Fringe sinking entire cities into the oceans over religious disputes.

Therefore he followed @[member="Kitt Solo"] and @[member="Alen Na'Varro"] at a distance of around eight meters. Far enough to hopefully be inconspicuous but close enough that his photoreceptors could record motions and his audial sensors could pick up vibrations. He didn't know if it'd be useful to him anytime soon, but it always paid to be prepared.

 

[Vexander Graves]

Group 1: Festival of Light

A Jedi usually didn't wear any other clothes besides his own robes, however; Vexander Graves was different that some Jedi... he still had a lot of his old behaviors but still followed the Jedi Code with all his heart... and was devoted to the Jedi cause against the darkside... but today he felt different, he didn't feel the need to battle against the darkside... he just felt happy and wanted to enjoy the moment.

Using some of his old clothes, formal ones that he used to have and used to wear back at corellia, the showed up in the Festival of Light that he was invited... but he didn't know how he arrived, or when he was invited... he was just there...

Walking around completely alone, with a corellian ale in his hand and a desire to just enjoy himself, he wandered the area looking at the ones present with the subtle observation skills that he developed as a marksman and a Jedi... not because he felt any threats or desire to battle those who he used to see as enemies... but because he was probing the area for those that he knew.

It didn't take long for him to see a few Jedi... and he approached them, but decided to leave them some room since they were Jedi Masters... among them his own Mentor @[member="Syn"] ... whatever they were talking about was something not fit for a Knight... besides... he was there to enjoy... right?

Vexander was not sure... for a moment what he definetely knew was the only thing that desire... was a refill of his corellian ale...

 

[Serah Oricion]

Group 1: Festival of Light

Yusan watched silently as they worked to light the fireworks with Carliah beside him, he had come to the festival to relax and let things be calm for once, which was funny considering Fireworks arent calming at all but oh well. He had seen a few people he knew but they would need to approach him if they had something to say as he for now stood alone with Carliah beside him and it had been a few weeks she had told him a certain bit of news that he still wasnt quite sure about but it would be certainly interesting to see how things turn out in the end.

 

[Break]

Group 2: The Masquerade Ball at the Citadel of Thorns.

Break walked slowly into the crowd. His normal armor had been replaced by a fine set of Blue robes comfortable in his attire he just accepted what was around him and walked along his +1 box unchecked, he merely followed the man in front of him and handed his invitation when prompted. He felt serene in this place as if it were a dream of some kind. He saw former enemies and allies alike but they werent anymore, they were simlpy fellow patrons to a wonderful masquerade. He lifted a black mask void of all expressions or features a pure black tinted visor in the shape of a face it seemed to magically float in place as he walked along the halls of the great ball he saw nobody he was particularly close to and merely made small talk with a few random guests.

 

[Carliah Dakrone]

Group 1: Festival of Light
Carliah stood next to Yusan, her hand holding his. To anyone who knew, which in reality wasn't very many people, she would seem a little bit bigger than normal, as if she had gained a bit of weight. She wasn't [SIZE=14.44444465637207px]noticeably pregnant yet, but she was beginning to gain weight. She glanced nervously at Yusan. She wasn't used to being among large groups of people and so did not know how to handle being at the festival. She agreed to go simply because she had never been to one before, and Yusan was going.[/SIZE]

 

[Ayumi Pallopides]

Group 2: The Masquerade Ball at the Citadel of Thorns.

Now this was a party, forget the fireworks, she was a lady after all and attending the party was something she could do easily while she stood there in a dark blue dress displaying Republic colors. Her mask a lovely shade of green with flecks of gold that balanced on her bot more then that her heels gave her some height. At least what was needed while she was scanning everything she could, letting her necklace remain on display and be in the open showing all the good things. The taozin nodule obscuring and hiding her force presence from all while corosca gems were on it to hide it. Just another ornate piece of jewelry. "This is a lovely party."

 

[Dissero]

Group 2: The Masquerade Ball at the Citadel of Thorns.

The man that stood beside the glimmering vision of @[member="Carré Inirial"] was none other than Lord Dissero. Thief and scholar of the fallen Sith Empire, keeper of the darkside's greatest and most sought after artifacts; seeker of the galaxy's great powers and mysteries; crafter of alchemical weapons, trinkets, and armor; sole proprietor of Great Leap Forward Inc.; and persistent pupil of the late Master whiphid. His outfit was something far simpler than that of the woman on his arm; handspun fabrics of earthen tones, a loosely fitted white chemise beneath the drape of a masterfully embroidered overcoat. The red sash looped over his shoulders was but the only hint of color here. A Sith's weapons remain hidden under the outer layers, and of course, the piece de resistance: the mask upon his face: that which once belonged and was worn by the infamous Dark Lord and Sith Emperor, Darth Moridin.

A personal favorite of his collection from one of his former Masters, Dissero enjoyed the anonymity it provided him by effectively scrambling his Force signature. Though he was not particularly well known himself, it was a precautionary measure. The Archivist had grown a sense of suspicion and paranoia, and for perfectly legitimate reasons.

He tried not to think on them, though crowds always made him a bit trigger happy. The man focused his attention on his date; his diamond found within the rough. Despite his efforts, it was likely she'd pick up on the glint of wariness about him.

"You look like you need a drink in that hand," he deflected his own desire to imbibe upon her, chagrined by the thought of such a delicate beauty sipping from a tankard of ale, "do you think they're serving ale?" He was ever hopeful.

 

[Emily Vani]

Group 2: The Masquerade Ball at the Citadel of Thorns

"No, here," she says, showing him the footwork again. "Just do that. Slowly." It was simple, a four step pattern. "A 1, 2, 3, 4," As she tried to get Polarius to do the moves she took another glance. The mood. It was still queer. But she had a job to do. "That's looking better!" She exclaims, watching his feet. "We shall return to this. But for now, I am hot, and I am thirsty. Accompany me to get a drink." She said this more as a command than a request.

@[member="Arthur David Hardrada"]

 

[Edric Vanyan]

Group 2: The Masquerade Ball at the Citadel of Thorns

He sighed as he heard the word, but it was out of gratitude not out of shame. "Yes i thinka drink would certainly be a good thing right about now, im pretty sure i just gave new meaning to the term two left feet." He breathed in and walked with her and his hands crossed behind his back while he did so. He wasnt completely sure what was wrong but something just felt off with the whole thing, he knew it was just a ball but he wasnt sure what it was that made him fell like something was wrong. @[member="Emily Vani"]

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Arla Balor"] @[member="Verz Horak"]
GROUP 2!

"Nope!" He said looking at the maquerade thing. "Nope not me I'm not going in there."

Ordo looked at the gathered people and was glad for he had worn his buy'ce. He had been forced to where his only other set of armor, the green and black he had first worn when he left Mandalore to look for Bria. The thick black kama and pauldron he had stopped wearing years before.

He waited with his vod Verz and adopted daughter who looked nice enough to make an old Buir worried.

"They better not ask me to dance!" He said looking at his vode. "I'm heading to the nearest bar as soon as we get in and You all can just get me if you need me."

 

[Arla Ordo]

@[member="Ordo"] @[member="Verz Horak"]

"OH Ord'ika won't you please dance once with me, just once please please" She sounded like a young girl, "its my very first ball, with costumes and everything. I know Verz will dance at least once with me too, right" She looked over, smiling.

"then you can go drink or whatever, but just this once it couldn't hurt, could it??"

 

[Verz Horak]

@[member="Arla Balor"] @Ordo

"Of course I'll dance with you Arl'ika. This will be fun! Ordo, ner vod, you should dance a little too. You might like it." Verz smiled as he teased his friend, then he reached down and grasped Arla's hand. He smiled at her. She did look stunning in her costume. Verz was glad she was his date tonight. She looked so different though, but that's the point of a costume, isn't it?.

 

[Serah Oricion]

Group 1: Festival of Light

Yusan shifted and pulled Carliah close to him and looked at her for a quick moment, speaking lightly to her while he stood there silently for a few moments before speaking. "What do you think about this for alittle bit of time out here in the middle of the night, i know its not the best attempt but i think that itll be nice to watch the fireworks once they launch, dont you think?" @[member="Carliah Dakrone"]

 

[Carliah Dakrone]

"It'd be nice to watch them... If ya know... I could see them..." She replied, smirking at him. She had no problem being there, or anywhere else for that matter as long as she was with him, but that didn't mean she wouldn't pick on him for accidentally forgetting her inability to see things not connected to the force. She continued saying, "I'm surprised you keep forgetting these things. I thought I'd lived with you long enough for you to remember my 'sight' issues. Don't you ever pay attention to me?" She hoped her harmless teasing didn't upset him. She was only joking after all.

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

GROUP 1: THE FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS
@[member="Darth Isolda"]

Balaya moved, more so now because this was a strange point going on. The war was over and peace reigned but there could never be peace, she wanted to destroy things and tear apart those jedi who had slighted them. Now though she let out a breath and thought about what could be done while standing there in bulky robes over her armor. It just made her look larger then she already was slightly when she saw someone she only knew maybe by description (and if she had been in the gathering).