City of Blood

[Vhaeri]

Blood drained from Vhaeri's hands.

Like they always did. Because blood meant good luck.

At least it did to her. She'd heard others didn't quite like blood streaming down their hands. She couldn't judge them.

Not all people were meant to able to deal with such sacrifices. Some were even afraid of losing a single drop of their blood. She couldn't judge them, either. They were too innocent and too afraid to make such sacrifices.

The city was full of them. Especially the capital city of Dantooine, named Garang. Everywhere she looked, she could see people who were afraid of sacrifices. And afraid of meeting new people. And afraid of spiders and mice and darkness and public speaking and snakes and politicians and loans and relationships.

They were simple people. Vhaeri was one of these, too. At least she considered her to be one. She didn't need no fancy money or power. She needed herself. And she needed sacrifices.

She would sacrifice herself, she would let others sacrifice. She would also let them sacrifice their mentality and become friends with her. Because that's what she needed -- friends. Perhaps such a city full of blood and innocence and simplicity would let her finally meet somebody? Perhaps she'd gt to know someone. She had dreamed of it for a while now. Even though she was quite sure nobody would like to be friends with a person whose hands always bled.

So for the first time ever, she took a seat on the bench in the park, took out a napkin and, after a deep sigh, cleaned all the blood from her hands.

So that people wouldn't be afraid of her.

So that she would make friends.

[ [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Darth Metus"] ]

 

[Kay-Larr]

[member="Vhaeri"] [member="Darth Metus"]

Kay was very big on travelling, very big on making new allies wherever she went to help her on her missions and her own personal crusade. The various positions that she's held have granted her many allies, but also enemies. Funny enough though is that she's also made allies from those that are deemed to be her enemies. And that's partly what brought her to Dantooine. The Primeval is the latest organization that she had come across and after encountering some of them after a battle, she needed to learn more about them before she could decide on whether or not they were a true enemy to her or if they were just misguided.

She was dressed like a middle classed merchant with her satchel over her shoulder like always. Her hair blew in the breeze a bit as she walked through the park, trying to keep focused on hiding her Force signature as she was taught by a Darksider. Of course she didn't use the Darkside at all, but the Light.

It seemed to be going well as she focused on her signature shrinking to the size of a marble until suddenly the sight of blood caught her eye. With her concentration spoiled she approached the young woman, growing concerned as she noticed her wiping a lot of blood from her hands. "Are you alright, miss?"

 

[Vhaeri]

Vhaeri's blood red eyes with black hue where it should have been white raised to look at the woman who had so suddenly appeared to her. Didn't look like a too welcoming person, even though she could be wrong. She just liked overdramatising things and there was nothing she could do about it. She was a person born to make sacrifices and seek pain everywhere, so she couldn't just see good in people.

Yet as she managed to catch the woman's track of thoughts, she understood she'd come with the best intentions.

"I'm fine, thank you," her creeping voice said. It was difficult for her to sound welcoming and friendly but she did give her best. Mainly because she didn't want to be alone any longer -- she'd been that for years. And she didn't want to spend the very same amount of time being alone again. She wanted to have friends, just like everybody else.

"But thanks for asking."

[ [member="Lady Kay"] ]

 

[Kay-Larr]

[member="Vhaeri"]

Kay raised a brow as the young woman said she was fine. Though the sight of blood suggested otherwise. Ever the helpful person, she sat down on the park bench next to her, placing her satchel on her lap. "Are you sure? You're not hurt are you?"

Kay dug into her satchel and brought out a hankerchief and held it out for her in case she needed it. "My name's Kay by the way. And I understand that it's probably quite bizarre that a stranger has sat down next to you, but I'm not a normal person.....Which can get me into trouble at times. But of course if I make you uncomfortable or anything then I'll just continue on my way."

 

[Vhaeri]

Vhaeri didn't say a word during the time when this woman talked. She seemed odd, she had to agree, but nowhere as crazy as her. And even after the woman had introduced her, it took Vhaeri some moments to say a single word. Her eyes just stayed at the woman who had called herself Kay, thinking whether she could get along with her or not.

"Just don't touch my blood," she finally said while taking the handkerchief from the woman and then proceeding to clean the blood once again. "I am Vhaeri."

She took a glance at the woman and tried to smile, even though that ended up being a wicked grin instead because she had just never smiled before. Ugh, why were these things so difficult? Why couldn't she just be normal?

Then, when her hand was quite clean and the handkerchief quite messy, she put it away and said, "Blood is a good omen."

[ [member="Lady Kay"] ]

 

[Kay-Larr]

[member="Vhaeri"]

Kay nodded at the instruction and figured that there was some kind of ailment with the blood, so that she shouldn't touch it. Fair enough.

The wicked grin relayed an expression that would make just about anyone fearful, but the young woman's eyes told a different story. She was a strange one indeed, a fine mystery. Luckily Kay loved mysteries.

"Lovely to meet you. Blood can be a good omen yes, but too much blood can be bad as it means death to most. I try to prevent death wherever I am."