Blood Needs to Trickle [Invite Only]

[Scherezade deWinter]

Madalena led the two of them to the center of the dancefloor before she pressed her body against Coren’s. To anyone looking, they would seem like a very physically close couple; she moved as though she knew his body, knew the lines and curves of it, adjusting her own movements to make the ones they both made seem fluid and combined. Easily mistaken for the dance that came after seduction had already happened, yet behind her closed eyes, her Force Sense spread out to the dancefloor, touching the minds of others who were there.

She could feel the knives beneath her clothes press between her and the Jedi, and she wondered how acutely he could feel them too. Madalena was a walking armory some days, and a walking weapon with every breath she took. There was nothing innocent about the numbers of knives she carried on her body, and there were more concealed that the Jedi dude had yet to discover.

Smiling, she twisted within his embrace, and now her back was pressed to him. She lowered herself a few inches, her arms coming up to touch his hair. There were already some eyes focused on them and she smiled, knowing who was looking at them.

“Found one,” she purred as she turned her head, making sure only the Jedi would hear her, her behind rubbing against him, “See that girl with the little red skirt at two o’clock? The guy that’s dancing with her isn’t gonna see sunrise if she gets what she wants.”


[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Trailing the Confederate, the Jedi was not looking too displeased with her dragging him anywhere. The man knew what was going on, and who he was with. But he had a mission here. Well, his contact hadn’t arrived, so he was adjusting his mission, after all, it was he who he answered to. The pleasures of being in the leadership role. As a Jedi he was used to the ebbs and flows of the Force and life, so why not the dance of life?

When she pressed against him, it was a bit more than he expected at first, but he didn’t let it trip him up. A hand found her hip and he could feel the energy crackling off of her. His mind was trying to keep a focus so he knew what she was going to do, and if he needed to act before she did. But there was the body, and he could feel the blades. What was this woman, sleeps with knives?

With the way she moved, he was doing his best to remain focused and when she spoke, it pulled him back to his mind, instead of the rest of the body. A nod as he looked over. A Sentinel at heart, he was known for chasing down any leads. His arm around her.

“And what is it she wants?”

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[Scherezade deWinter]

It was a shame that the Jedi didn't say the comment about sleeping with knives out loud. There could have been great banter about it if he had.

His arm came around her and Madalena pressed herself harder against his body, making sure the show looked as real as it possible could. In his arms she spun, her front now pressed to him, close enough to initiate more than dancing if any side so desired. Madalena was trained at infiltration. She knew how to pretend, how to make things seem incredibly real without ever needing to resort to telepathy.

Her own arms came up, wrapping around his neck, her mouth close to his ear, breathing warmly into it before she spoke.

"His ship," she said only for him, rubbing her cheek ever so slightly against his, "his money," she continued, "his life," but there was more, "she's a bottom feeder in a gang. If she brings any of his inner organs back, they'll promote her. She already has four. She only needs a fifth. It's at the surface of her thoughts… Listen to what's inside that mind of hers."

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[Coren Starchaser]

Coren knew to pick his battles, and some people, especially the dark siders in the galaxy, had a weird way about themselves and Coren was here to make sure the majority of people were protected, especially from this one. And his feeling of the knives confirmed he needed to watch out for her. Perhaps a discussion could have slowed her, but not the one she was finding.

Keeping his body in sync with hers, he was making sure it all came out looking fine. The Jedi was watching the woman he was told about. Listening to Madalena speak, he nodded. She seemed to have the mind set to follow what the woman was about. Starchaser himself was a Sentinel, he was the type to track down criminals. A life of Imperial service and smuggling had him know a number of tricks that everyone would try to use to get through.

“So, how would you go about stopping her?” He said, in a low whisper, leaning down close to her ear. The Force was moving around the and he was reaching out to feel the couple in question. To keep watch on them, while his back was turned.

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[Scherezade deWinter]

How to stop her?

Madalena let a soft purr out as she shoved her body against the Jedi once more, this time one long leg wrapping around him while her hands pulled him closer to her with his shirt. The tip of her nose touched his and she smiled dangerously.

"Depends," she whispered as she moved a hand to cradle Coren's cheek, "do we want to take her out? Or perhaps…"

She could feel the heat rising in her body. The heat of battle, the heat of the hunt, the heat of being so close to another body. The Sithling would not deny that the entire situation was having its effect on her. For the briefest of moments, she didn't even think about the woman she wanted to kill a moment ago.

But that lasted less than a single breath.

"Or perhaps scratch her mind, find out where the rest of the group is," Madalena said in a warm voice, "and then go kill a bunch of people."

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[Coren Starchaser]

The Jedi was only intent on defending those that didn’t know it was coming. Its what separated him from others. When one person was trying to impose their will on another? It meant that their decision was forfeit. He wasn’t supposed to be the judge, jury, and executioner, but with a galaxy this dark? Sometimes the light needed to step in and properly throw its weight around.

As she moved and closed the distance, their bodies becoming more intertwined, he was losing less focus on the other woman and more on Madalena, in front of him. How did they want to stop her? He didn’t think this was going to have to go the way of violence, not if they could take her in, and find the rest of her gang.

“I don’t think its going to come to killing her.” He spun Madalena and himself around, getting his vantage on the couple back. “If we can find who she is with, we can cut that down at the head.” For now the pair could be in agreement. Though he felt they would be competing their approaches against one another.

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[Scherezade deWinter]

"Oh really?" Madalena purred into his ear, still dancing very closely to him, "she's a follower, mister Jedi. People like her… If they're not following one, they wil follow another. She cannot hope to escape it. We can stop her tonight, we can take the gang down… But if you let her live, she'll be doing the same thing again before long."

Again she wrapped her arms around him, her face nearing, and she suddenly licked his face very slowly, moving from his jaw almost all the way up to his ear.

"You can't change anyone's nature," she whispered, "only stop what they're about to do."

And just as abruptly as she had begun, Madalena released the Jedi and turned around, beginning to make her way towards the girl.

[member="Coren Starchaser"]