Populate Darth Dance Revolution [SO Populate of Kirdo III]

[Maiza Vex]

Outfit: Suit | Sneakers
Tags: Iskendyr Yvarro | Abishai Jade | Naamino Zuukamano | Micah tol Powl Open

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"she totally has the hots for you. So have fun with that information...and both of you enjoy your night."

Did the heat in the room go up in the room, her skin felt like it was going to melt went the mouth spoke those words. The attitude he had shown before that would have only pushed her to pester the kid more and possibly dunk his head in some cold comfort room water. However, those final words just broke her she had no good come back at the ready to add a sick burn.

"I….I…." She wanted to scream in anger that she didn't, anger was always her fall-back emotion. But before she could finish Iskendyr words got her to stop from lashing out and regretting what she might say. The tears lining the edge of her eyes she let that scowl fall and gave the pretty boy a smile as he thanked her with that silver tongue of his as he turned to speak to mouth.

After he had gave Abisha a light lashing of words even commenting on the people she attracted. He dispensed his wisdom of words upon her and all she could do was listen in that moment. She looked into his eyes as he spoke, enthralled, for once not really having a quip at the ready. She kind of hated it, being at a loss for words but no scowl came to her face in that moment.

"I attracted you didn't I, so they aren't all bad." Her mind finally able to spit out some semblance of words with her normal vague flirting undertones. Him saying people like Abisha were like noise made his nickname of mouth all the more fitting as well. "Your welcome, and thank you for the gifts as well. It was my parents custom if you received a gift to give, you must give something in return." She openly admits to Isk the only mention she had made of her parents in a long time, it was easier to hide behind the scowl and her anger than to deal with the truth that they were gone.

"Wel I would be a cretin to say no. So, I would love to dance with to dance with you Mr. Yvarro." That smile not leaving her face, but still slightly teary eyed as she looked up at him. "Also the bracelet is beautiful, and the knife as well." She had already estimated the value of both and what she could get for them on the black market, yet she had no intention of selling them. "Probably shouldn't have given me the knife though, I am liable to stab Naami." She let out a little chuckle noting she was of course joking or was she?

 

[Eira Dyn]

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Outfit: Dress
Tag: Viers Connory

The call from Viers about her not supposedly allowed to consume alcohol caught a glaring look back over to the fellow Jutrand acolyte. She had been thoughtful enough to offer her sympathies to a struggling Viers and now the other woman had the nerve to try and prevent Eira from numbing the pain that she felt. Cursing in High Sith, she took the single shot that had been poured for her and winced hard from the taste. It was like fire burning her throat and she had no understanding of why others enjoyed this as a drink.

It was a deep regret of hers, there were much better ways to rid herself of these emotions. Looking around, she spotted Viers was now speaking with another woman, seemingly someone she actually held a lot of feelings for. That was nice for them two but it only caused the sting in her heart to deepen since she couldn't harass Viers now to feel better.

Perhaps it was best she called it a night. The main reason she had decided to come to this dance was to impress Kaila. Something that was quite impossible now.

Paying for the god awful shot, Eira rose from the bar and decided to head home. Calling it an early night since she did not wish to linger in her own self pity anymore and did not wish to have anyone dare pity her.

 

[Revna]

Tag: Darth Caedes ​

With each moment that slipped by, with each note of the hauntingly beautiful song, the more that Revna felt the unseen things between her and Caedes click into place. For a few heartbeats, they simply looked upon one another - ember eyes locked upon luminous peridots set into an alabaster face.

But what she saw - was the face of the Dark Lord who she dared to be fiery with that day in the Kainate box at the Kaggath. It was what she always saw, when she looked upon him - no matter what disguise or face he chose to wear before others. And in this moment, with as close as they were, his hand leaving her chin to wrap around her own so she could feel the thrum of his heart beneath - she found herself to be thankful that she had let her guard down that day, and that he had been bold enough to reach into her mind - and that she had been brave enough to be her fiery self. Revna didn’t understand what was happening to her in the moment exactly, but she knew it was something incredibly special that so rarely happened between Sith, if at all.

“Then you are mine.” he whispered to her, in the familiar voice of the King, and a shiver of heat raced over her skin upon hearing that declaration, that acceptance of what they truly were to one another. With it came a sense of relief that she didn’t expect to feel, a weight of a burden that was suddenly gone. Now, she didn’t have to dream of maybe catching his attention, earning his approval, his pride in her, his…affection. She didn’t have to dream of expressing her thoughts, her emotions, her own affections - to him. Or guard them so he couldn’t see or feel them. Now…she simply could do so, and without shame for it.

His smile was genuine; nothing that was happening in that moment was being manipulated or forced. It had happened all so quickly, in the blink of an eye - but at the same time, it felt like the moment shared between them had lasted years - and she would have been content to let it continue for years longer.

Eternity, even.

She felt a tremor of fear from Caedes, passed to her from his own heart - and it was a fear she understood and recognized all too well. She felt it too, sharply - like a dagger’s edge. The fear that came with revealing how one felt for another, for connecting to someone else. The icy dread that came with understanding that to care was also to be left open and vulnerable to betrayal, to being wounded, scared and savaged. She let him feel her understanding, and she revealed the sharp edges of her own fears: of rejection, of betrayal, of being found worthless, of being used merely as a tool and then discarded when her purpose had run its course. He would not have to fear allowing himself to grow close to her, if in return she didn’t have to fear being rejected by him, of being manipulated and used. It was a risk to take, on both their parts - and it required trust in the other. A trust that would have to be built over time, but it was a journey she would be happy to make with him.

Revna felt his muscles tense, a moment before he brought her in close and lifted her off her feet, bringing her through the air with a grand flourish as the song they danced to reached its magnificent crescendo, before bringing her back down and dipping her low, allowing her to showcase just how flexible and elegantly agile she was as she draped herself over his thigh, her silver streaked, ebon hair flowing and glinting in the cavern’s lights. She felt the King’s strength as he braced her in the crook of his arm, and she was acutely aware of his weight against her torso, bringing a flush across her cheeks again as she wrapped an arm around the back of his neck. She was enjoying how close they were, more so than she thought she would. And she wanted more - that desire flickered across their connection, unbidden, and it also reflected in her burning eyes.

Time seemed to freeze; it was just the two of them, existing in their own little world made of glittering ice and crystal and haunting melody. Revna regarded King Caedes with a half-lidded expression, a small and somewhat sultry smile on her face as she felt the warmth of his breath drift over her, bringing gooseflesh to rise up over her skin.

A stray thought passed through her mind, and with it came a want, a desire - to see how it felt, to experience it for herself. There was the briefest hesitation within her as she wrestled with her inexperience, the fear of the unknown that would come with her actions - before Revna cast it to the winds as well and brought her lips to his to seal their bond with a gentle, but barely restrained, kiss.

 

[Darth Caedes]

"In a kiss lies the power to begin wars or end them. Few expressive acts are so subtle, yet so powerful."
—Darth Caedes, ruminations...
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Outer Rim Space
Korriban
Tags— Revna Madrona A’Mia

Caedes felt his walls crumble with a deliberation surprising even to him. As Revna's thoughts unfurled—her understanding of his fears, the reflection of her own sharp-edged doubts—he found himself stripped bare in a way he hadn't been in years, perhaps ever. Her acceptance settled over him like a balm, easing the old wounds he had buried beneath sorcery and forced stoicism. The constant tension in his shoulders, the ever-ready coil of fight-or-flight, ebbed into stillness. He had spent lifetimes chasing that feeling. Narcotics, Falleen pheromones, meditations, rituals of dark magick—all of it seeking this elusive, simple quiet.

This… this is peace, he thought, and for a fleeting moment, gratitude swept through him—raw and vulnerable—before he tucked those feelings away. I am hers, too. But he guarded the thought like a treasure, refusing to let her see it.

He opened his mouth to speak, lips just beginning to quirk—when she kissed him. For all his cleverness and poise, the gentle press of her lips stole the breath from his chest. Surprise melted into a rare, genuine smile against her mouth, soft and fleeting, before his voice dropped low, purring with hunger.

"Revna," he murmured, his moonlit-green eyes locked on hers, smoldering with intent.​

"I'm going to kiss you now."​

Then he did.

He claimed her lips with the slow hunger of a spreading fire. The hand at her waist crawled along her curves until it cradled her neck. His thumb traced her jawline, reverent, as though he might memorize the shape of her. The kiss deepened, not forceful, but full—every bit of carnal need tempered by an unexpected softness.

When at last he pulled back, breathless and slightly dazed, he regarded her with something bordering on awe. Wordless, he drew her upright and wrapped her into his arms, holding her close, an unspoken oath in the way his hands curled around her, fingers wrapping into her hair, his nails running gentle lines against her scalp.

"Dance with me?" he asked, his voice once again shaped to the handsome baritone of his disguise.​

Exist with me.

"Like this."​

 

[Revna]

Tag: Darth Caedes
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Her gentle kiss seemed to catch him by surprise; truthfully her boldness caught her by surprise as well. It did not really occur to her, at least in the moment, that perhaps he should have been the one to make the first move. To her, the moment was there…he was there…and she simply went with the flow of what she wanted to do.

His surprise shifted as he smiled against her lips; at least he wasn’t upset at her for being so bold, she thought to herself as she felt her cheeks flush again. How many times had she blushed now? She wasn’t sure, and she really didn’t care anymore.

“Revna.” He murmured, catching her attention, as he was using his voice with her now and not that of his disguise. “I’m going to kiss you now.” The low rumbling purr of his voice sent another flush of heat flashing over her skin, stoking the fire that burned within her even further. Her heart thundered in her chest, skipped a beat or two hearing the hunger that laced his voice.

She met his kiss with a heat all of her own; it carried with it the weight of everything that had been slowly building within her over the past few months. Even with its intensity, her chest still ached with an emotion that she couldn’t put words to, something she felt so keenly but had no idea what it truly was. All she knew was that at this moment, everything was clicking into place, snapping into reality. This kiss…it wasn’t a mere action, but a declaration between them both.

Goosebumps raised over her flesh as she felt his hand trace from her waist to her neck, the sensation of touch lighting small fires on her skin as it went. At first, Revna thought she might be put off by the touch she was feeling; her past did not exactly carry with it such happy memories that would attribute good things to such a moment as this - but she was surprised, and happily so. Nothing that was happening now with Caedes was remotely akin to what she experienced with her former slave-master, Voss.

This…she wanted more of.

She was as breathless as he was when they finally separated so they could catch their breath and simply regard one another for a moment before he brought her back into an upright position, wrapping his arms around her and bringing her flush against him. Revna tucked her head against his chest, wrapping her own arms around him in an embrace that embodied everything she wanted to say in the moment, but couldn’t find the words with which to say them. She closed her eyes, simply breathing in his scent, feeling his warmth in the chilly cavern air, and the tingling sensation that danced over her skin as he traced comforting patterns against her scalp, underneath the silken strands of her ebon and silver streaked hair. For the first time in her life, she felt contentment.

…Like she had finally found the place where she belonged. Someone with whom she could face the fiery trials of life with. Someone she could wade through seas of blood for - beside him even as the inferno of war waged around them, or the peace and calm that came before the storm.

“Dance with me?” he asked her in the deep voice of the face he wore, but his thought conveyed what he truly wanted in the moment, to exist with her as he was… as they were. “Like this.”

The little Sith breathed in and exhaled, swaying with Caedes, existing in that moment with him. A very small smile curved her lips as happiness resonated across the bond. She was happy, truly happy. She focused on the beat of his heart, swaying in time with it, and noticed that her own pulse seemed to match its rhythm too. The moment brought back glimpses of a memory from her past, and she realized that she wanted to share that memory with him. Her safe place, that not even Strosius had been allowed when he had seen inside her mind and her memories. With her arms still wrapped around him, she began to slip into a meditative state of mind - reaching across their tether to his mind and urging him to follow her. She wrapped around him like a spirit, and guided him deeper into the recesses of her mind, deeper than he’d ever been allowed - further than he’d ever seen. Revna led him before a brighter memory, one surrounded by darkness, and it was into this that she brought him.

Above them was a beautiful blue sky, clear of any air traffic or ship. Around them came the song of birds, unseen but merry as they went about their lives. The scent of turned soil filled the air…along with the scent of various flowers, and from somewhere nearby came the delicate but constant trickle of water. Spread out around them was a beautiful garden, carefully and lovingly tended, and in its center was a marble water fountain - the source of trickling noise - wrapped in ivy and surrounded by soft and lush moss that grew around glittering stepping stones. Nearby was a bench, surrounded by fragrant and twisted pines - a scent the King would find familiar as it was nearly the same scent that he exuded, and Revna guided him towards it to sit with her. The place radiated a natural peace, a sense of calmness that rejuvenated and strengthened the mind and soul.

A strange place to exist within the mind of a Sith…but this is my safe place. My haven, the place I come to when I meditate to find the strength to face the battles that lay ahead of me. Came Revna’s thought into his mind. You were open and vulnerable with me, so I wanted to share this place with you, as it is my most sacred memory. This place is open to you as well now, whenever you wish to come here.

She persisted in the memory with him for a few moments longer, before she gently pulled back and returned to the present. Revna opened her eyes, still swaying with him, and tilted her head so she could look into his face and his eyes again, resting her head on his shoulder as she did so. For a few quiet minutes, it was all she did. He wanted to exist with her and that was what she was going to do. But still, something tugged at her mind, and she couldn't quite escape the uncertainty and fear it brought to her.

“...It’s really you…right? This isn’t a dream I’m having?” Revna murmured softly, her fear laid honestly bare in her voice, seeking reassurance, confirmation…to finally lay those fears to rest. “And if this is indeed real…then what happens next?”

 

[Darth Caedes]

"To yield your power can be to wield it twice; for the recipient then becomes your blade and armor, too."
—Darth Caedes, ruminations...
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Outer Rim Space
Korriban
Tags— Revna

Caedes followed Revna's mental pull, taking her hand and choosing to trust. Her guidance carried him into a sanctuary—an unexpected haven of serenity within the mind of a Sith. He walked the garden's paths in quiet reverence, his sharp, mental gaze softened by wonder. The air was fragrant, the sounds of water and birds soothing, yet it was the intangible sense of peace—both so foreign and yet so familiar—which struck him. He touched nothing, disturbed nothing, observing with the care of one who knew the value of what he'd been entrusted with.

When Revna's thoughts brushed his mind again, offering the sanctuary freely and drawing him back to the moment, Caedes inclined his head in a gesture of gratitude. His mental voice was low, layered with sincerity.
Thank you… for trusting me with this.

He decided to make a new place in his psyche, a new chest, one he'd keep hidden away, laden with Revna's treasures and intimacies, and guarded fiercely.

As they returned to the present, her words drew him back to attention. He tilted his head, brushing his lips against her temple as he spoke.

"This is no dream, Revna. I'm here with you."​

His arms tightened around her, as if anchoring them both to reality.

To her second question, he fell silent for a moment, considering. His mind, so often consumed by plans and contingencies, found itself reluctant to race ahead. He inhaled deeply, letting the moment linger before whispering,

"What happens next," he said, "will be decided together."​

He leaned back enough to meet her eyes fully, his green gaze unwavering.

"How would my Lady have me?" ​

 

[Iskendyr Yvarro]

Maiza Vex​

Iskendyr watched Maiza closely, his golden eyes softening at the faint shimmer of tears she hadn't let fall. The mask of her scowl had cracked, and for the first time, he saw something more—grief, pride, and that stubborn spark that made her so distinctly her. Her words, laced with vague flirtation, earned the faintest quirk of his lips.

"I suppose you're right," he replied smoothly, his voice low and melodic. "If I'm the company you keep, then you've clearly got impeccable taste."

Her mention of her parents—a rare, fleeting honesty—was not lost on him. He understood loss better than he let on, but he chose not to dwell on it. Grief was a predator he didn't let others see circling him. Instead, he extended his hand toward her, a roguish smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, after all he was the silver-tongued devil.

"Then let's honor their custom properly, shall we?" His voice dropped just slightly, smooth as silk and warm as Corellian brandy. "You've given me your father's cane, and I, in turn, have given you something beautiful to wear and something sharp to wield. Seems fitting that we seal this exchange with a dance."

He stepped closer, his posture radiating effortless confidence as he bowed ever so slightly, the red of his cape billowing faintly behind him like the final stroke of a masterful painting. "Maiza Vex," he said, his tone dripping with charm, "it would be my greatest honor to dance with you."

Her words about stabbing Naami pulled an audible chuckle from him as he straightened, his grin playful but knowing. "Ah, the knife—yes, I suppose I should've considered the potential carnage. But where's the fun in gifts without a bit of risk? Besides," he added with a teasing glint in his eyes, "I trust you won't stab Naami, or Micah." Then a beat, "at least not with me around, I do like them. They are both rather charming in their own, sweet way."

As he took her hand, Iskendyr's grip was gentle but firm—steady, like a man who always knew where he was going, even if the galaxy itself didn't. He led her onto the dance floor with a confidence that turned heads, their movements fluid as though they'd done this a thousand times before.

Leaning in just enough for his voice to reach her ear, Iskendyr murmured, "Don't sell yourself short, Maze. You're far more dangerous than you let on, and I, wouldn't dare to have it any other way."

With that, he spun her into the rhythm of the music, his laughter soft and genuine as they moved across the floor. In that moment, beneath the flickering lights of Korriban's crystal-strewn caverns, he was exactly what he always appeared to be—charming, effortless, and, if only for her, a little bit sincere.

 

[Madrona A’Mia]

Blinking rapidly at the unwelcome intrusion of flying student snot, A'Mia straightened up to her full towering height. The odd acolyte had been polite enough in her own way and the incessant ache from the orchid finally subsided. She watched with a faintly perplexed expression as the tumultuous teen launched herself through and at points, over the crowd. Was this what it meant to mentor? A'Mia wondered vaguely as she turned from watching Viers Connory make haste toward her companion. The neti moved on and decided that after such a rousing show of support for the youth, it was time to try her hand at something else new. Gambling!

RULES
Tags: The Red Cord Starfall Orion Pavond Camirah Zambrano
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Waltzing outdoors into the freezing cold of Korriban's snow covered mountains in naught but a ball gown might have caused significant discomfort for any other. A'Mia however merely shifted her form, condensing the mass of her body to shrink her height and compress her form in order to conserve heat. The ball gown, a living extension of her own form for the evening, shifted with her to better accommodate the practically demure new height of two meters. She drifted toward the separate chambers where more a subdued jatz band played and several lively sabacc tables were underway. A'Mia seemed to float as she made her way to one such table where a new game seemed to be forming.

"Oh how interesting," she said airily as she found a seat, her ball gown appearing to magically form around the chair she lowered herself to.

"I've read all about sabacc but haven't ever 'tried my luck' as the saying goes."

Her large blue-green pupil-less eyes scanned her would be companions, a faint smile gracing her otherwise cold face.

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[Leshanna]

Tags: Naamino Zuukamano // Kaivaan
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Lesh wrapped her fingers around the cup that Naamino placed into her hand, and looked down at it as he said it was for her, and said she looked…very beautiful. Another blush crept over her face as he held her gaze for a moment, and she felt guilty for being so prickly with him, then she felt upset that she had felt guilty for such a thing.

What the heck is wrong with me?!

She smiled, hoping it was kinder and warmer. “Thank you…for the drink.” She said softly, before watching him turn on his heel and disappear back into the crowd, no doubt to go find Micah.

Great going Lesh, you made that SO awkward.

She sipped the drink, a sparkling cider that bit into her tongue, and sighed heavily. She supposed she should move about, maybe find something to eat or a dance room to slip into so she could enjoy her time here. Still, Lesh didn’t move from her spot on the fringes. She wasn’t entirely sure she was a fan of these big, social events. This whole socializing thing was hard.

It frankly was easier to swing a sword around and get scolded by Darth Thaliax for ‘poor form’ than it was to deal with…this.

She was so lost in thought that she lost awareness of her surroundings - aaaand was startled back to reality when someone collided into her, sloshing her drink over her hand though she moved quick enough so that none of it splashed on her pretty blue dress.

Leshanna scowled and looked up to snap at whoever had dared to bump into her, and felt the words freeze in her throat. A boy - dark haired, well dressed, and rather handsome - muttered a ‘sorry’ as he straightened himself up, though still appeared embarrassed by what happened.

“Y-yeah I’m fine.” Lesh replied, after a moment, realizing that she would need a fresh drink to replace what was splashed out of her cup. “Just spilled my drink is all…and not on the dress, so that’s good.” She took another look at the boy, he didn’t seem familiar to her, and he seemed rather…distracted or lost in thought. Lesh hesitated further, uncertain of what to do next. She wasn’t used to this at all…

Maybe she could invite him to go get a drink with her? Maybe they could get to talking and maybe hit up one of the dance floors? Wow he’s really handsome…does he attend the Academy??

“Uh…I need a new drink…wanna tag along with me? Maybe get you one too? I’m kinda bored…I wouldn’t mind someone to hang out with. Unless you’re with someone else, that is! I don’t want to intrude…” She stammered, clearly unsure of what to do or say at the moment and makings things far more awkward than they needed to be.

 

[Kaivaan]

Leshanna​

Kai hadn't meant to bump into anyone—Force, of all the people in the room, why did it have to be someone who actually noticed? He had been far too absorbed in his thoughts, not watching where he was going, and now here he was, fumbling like a complete fool.

"Oh, I'm— I'm terribly sorry," he stammered, his words spilling out as he straightened himself up, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. His hand twitched instinctively, and he summoned a napkin to him with an almost embarrassed flick of the Force. It wasn't smooth—more of a jerky motion, and the napkin floated unevenly before he snatched it from the air.

When she assured him her dress was fine, Kai's shoulders relaxed slightly, though it didn't stop his mind from tripping over itself. "Oh. Right. That's… good," he said, his voice soft, as if trying not to make a bigger fool of himself. Just apologize again and leave, Kai, a part of him suggested, but instead he fumbled further.

"I, uh— I should probably… get you another—" He froze mid-sentence as she cut him off, stumbling her way into a completely different offer.

"Uh... I need a new drink… wanna tag along with me? Maybe get you one too? I'm kinda bored... I wouldn't mind someone to hang out with. Unless you're with someone else, that is! I don't want to intrude…"

Her words tumbled out quickly, and Kai blinked as his brain tried to process them in real time. She wanted him to come with her? To get a drink? Was this how this worked? He had always been under the impression that, as the offender, his role was to sheepishly fetch a replacement drink while the other person remained exactly where they were.

"Oh. Uh, right. Yes," he said, his voice cracking slightly as the realization hit him. "That's… I mean, sure. I— I can do that." He paused, suddenly overthinking. "Not that I'm with anyone. I don't… have anyone. Like that."

Kai's face turned faintly pink. "N-not that there's anything wrong with that! I just— I haven't, you know—um…" He trailed off, realizing he was making absolutely no sense. He shut his mouth with an audible click, exhaling through his nose in frustration. Stop talking. Just stop talking.

"Right. A drink," he said finally, forcing a more confident tone. "I'll go with you. Yes. That."

Kai awkwardly motioned for her to lead the way, silently berating himself as he followed. His heart pounded in his chest like he had just faced a Sithspawn again, but at least this time he was pretty sure the threat wouldn't try to kill him.

Probably.

As they walked, he glanced sidelong at her, taking note of her dress and the confident—if slightly hesitant—way she carried herself. "I, um… I don't think I've seen you before," he ventured, his voice quieter now, as if afraid of messing up again. "I'm uh, I'm K-K-Kai-Kaivaan B-Balth," he stammered and then stopped himself, cleared his throat and then from out of nowhere there was that bit of confidence, "Kaivaan Balthasar Fortan-Raaf, but you- you can call me Kai."

It wasn't the smoothest start, but hey—he hadn't tripped over his own feet yet. That had to count for something, right?

 

[Darth Hemorpheus]

TAG: OPEN

Sahira Keto curled up on his lap made the Lord of Life feel well.. lively. As she was pawing at him he said,
"Consent, I would never.. I mean.. I always get consent.. cough.. um, I suppose we should adjourn to somewhere private."
As he softly helped lift her off his lap, he then taking her hand lead her into the interior where the dance was still full of motion. He approaching the halls saw there was suites, there he opened a door and lifting the Krath Witch went inside. The Door closing behind.

Later... Hemorpheus emerged from the room, his armor was no longer on, only a plain clothing, when a Droid came by, her heard the sound, the racket of tables, and cheers. The Droid approached,
"Can I help you?"
The Lord of Life said,
"Please bring some of your finest cuisine to this suite.."
The Droid nodded, when the Former Achon decided to inquire,
"What is that noise? It does not sound like dancing. "
The Droid replied,
"Sabaac, the tables are hot they say.. which my scanners do not detect heat."
Hemorpheus raising his hand to chin said,
"What is the buy in?"
The Droid calculating responded,
"Last buy in was 500 credits, though to get a proper figure you must inquire at the Dealer."
The Lord of Life nodded, he opening the door a crack saw Sahira and then said to the Droid,
"I am in need of some clothes.. my armor is.. well not suitable for festivities of this kind."
The Droid's yellow eyes did not move,
"There are suites prepared just for the games, I shall find you one that is suitable and come back."
Hemorpheus gave a nod as he went back into the room.

After an interval, the Droid came with a finally pressed Suite and tie, and knocked with its metal hand.
The Lord of Life opening the door,
"Here you go Master, will there be anything else?"
Looking over his shoulder at Sahira still fast asleep, he said,
"See to it she gets a nice dress and accompanies me at the tables when she has eaten and is ready. Please inform her I have not uh.. run after our affections. I merely feel the desire to gamble."
The Droid nodded,
"It will be done."

Henorpheus changed, looking in mirror at his tux, checking the wrist cufflinks and turning as her long read hair draped on the shoulders. He was happy with the fit, not too snug, and not too much slack to make him feel as if there was too much room. Sahira was still fast asleep, she seemed to have gone into a deep slumber, leaning over he kissed her pale cheek and said,
"When you wake, partake of the meal and then come and find me at the tables. I know as a Witch you can hear me even now. "
As he leaned back up he saw her head twitch as if in acknowledgement.

The Lord of Life now went to join the life of the games, he had never played Sabaac, his time spent in labaratories, and yet he had always wanted to participate in social rituals. Obessesed as he was with life, he wanted to take it all in, every color and vibrant strain. As he came to the tables, he saw the pots, and the cards, the dealers, and a bar, walking up first to the bar tender, a Zabrak with eyes as ice,
"What will you have?"
Hemorpheus responded,
"Give me a Silver Sea Martini, shaken not stirred."
The Bartender gave a gruff nod as he prepared the drink. Looking over the den of dealing and decks, the Lord of Life took a breath, the place was full of the aromas of the living. This was what mattered, souls all gathering in merriment, enjoyment, competition, and all the other emotions that the Sith embraced...

 

[Orion Pavond]

KORRIBAN - CRYSTAL CAVERN - SABACC TABLE
Madrona A’Mia | The Red | Cord Starfall | Camirah Zambrano | @OPEN

This was certainly a different venue. While Orion enjoyed dancing, it was certainly far more fun with the right partner or, at least, the right pair of eyes watching. But for tonight, Orion's entertainment was more for his own amusement than anyone else's. Glancing at how the flashing colors dancing and refracted across the inner crystal caverns, Orion entered one of the many rooms carved out inside of these caverns. A gambling den. Not too surprising at parties such as these. Definitely something for the older patrons if they wished for more formal entertainment rather than mingle with the younger crowd, all of which were dancing below under the lights and sounds of heavy bass and techno music.

Sliding into one such table with practiced ease, Orion took his seat as a new game was setting itself up. His senses briefly taking in the various subtle subliminal messages and techniques these types of gambling dens utilized. It was all basic psychology. It could be applied to sheeps and cows to keep them calm and happy. Dim lights, soft music, a maze of passages to lead the animals back to the pens.

Or, in this case, the game tables. The caverns were a nice trick. Make the maze feel much more natural. Especially since caverns typically lacked clocks or windows to conceal the real passage of time. All this place needed was low-priced alcohol poured down their throats by attractive women. If the caverns were further modified to provide clean air, then that meant there was a constant surplus of oxygen to keep everyone awake.

And then, the sound of someone winning all around you. Perhaps, a few planted tables or sounds to make it seem someone was winning.

He loved the tricks, all of it. Regardless of his love for it, Orion was accustomed to drowning it all out as he focused on the truly important details. Like the woman ( Madrona A’Mia ) sitting down next to him at the table.

"Hi. I'm Orion," he introduced himself to both the dealer and the new stranger.

Resting his arms on the edge of the table, a small nod followed in the woman's direction, acknowledging her with a carefree smile. This was supposed to be a friendly and entertaining game after all. No hard feelings.

"What exactly have you read?" Orion inquired with small talk as everyone joining the table began to receive their opening hand, "If you do well for yourself, maybe you can loan me one of those books?"

Lighthearted conversation made the world go round after all.

 

[Lunaria Talon]

Location: Korriban
Objective: Dance? [Exploring]
Tag: Matteo Guo-Yian | Viers Connory | Darth Carnifex

Her lips quirked just slightly with a distant grin sitting at the corner of her lips, not realizing, that it would be short-lived. Matteo had a way of cheering her up that only her brother seemed capable of rivaling on a given day. The difference between them was night and day. Soldane had been with her as long as she could remember, her other half, but Matteo was…New. He had no reason to be so sympathetic toward her. Not when they were meant to be competing. Especially, because her rank was slightly higher.​

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It should have made her suspicious.​

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It should have made every warning bell in her head go off like a gong.​

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It didn't—And for that, she was both grateful, and confused. Was it possible for students of the Jutrand Academy to form real and lasting relationships when they were destined to destroy each other? Artemis glanced at Matteo out of the corner of her eye. He was taller than she was, tonight, neat as a pin. She wanted to believe that it was possible. That anything, was possible.​

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That winning and moving into a higher Cohort was possible…But something was always there to keep her squarely in the rank she had first earned. Even if she scored top marks, it seemed, that her placement never moved any more than one or two rankings. It wasn't enough. She would never be able to prove herself to anyone if she didn't start taking more aggressive actions to highlight victories. But…That might mean sacrificing all of her new friends. Viers. Matteo.​

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It wasn't fair. How could the Academy—​

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Matteo pulled her out of a spiral when his fingers found the empty spaces between her own. It took her a moment to realize that she was being the most literal wet blanket to ever exist…And that he'd noticed. It was unusual that he did, especially, because she rarely ever voiced her worries out loud. There were so many Sith dancing gracefully in the distance. Strong. Artemis wanted to be that strong.​

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She wanted to be stronger than all of them.​

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Including, especially, her mother.​

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Luna was all about following Matteo to the food until he mentioned talking to the very woman she had such strong emotions toward in the moment. Her jaw set tight and gun-metal blue eyes filled with a defiance that did not belong in the eyes of a child. "You can't do that.", her hand pulled out of his, her arms crossing, as if she needed a barrier to shield herself. "She made her choice."​

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Her tone was…Bitter. Unusually snappy. But, not for the reasons Matteo would assume.​

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"The Empress made her choice, and she chose you. That's not a favor that you can bargain away like a spare seat at a gala…You can't…You just can't do that."​

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Artemis…Deflated. Eyes of silver dollars slowly became impassive while they found the appetizers incredibly interesting. Her outburst was not acceptable. It was not the behavior that the Dread Queen had demanded of each student before letting them explore the gathering. She reached out and picked up a pastry that was stuffed with some kind of sweetened cheese. It smelled good enough, but, true to form she didn't really trust it. When Matteo inevitably opened his mouth to respond he would find it suddenly full of flaky crust and buttery goodness. It was like putting the genie back in the bottle. Un-popping the cork. They needed to get away from talking about Srina Talon as quickly as possible.​

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The pale-haired youngling glanced back up at her friend after a moment, her expression softening, despite the tension that lingered in her frame. "And stop calling yourself less competent. You don't get to undermine yourself just to make me feel better. It doesn't work like that."​

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Her tone wasn't unkind, but there was a slight edge to it, like steel hidden beneath velvet. Matteo meant well, he always did, but that was part of the problem, wasn't it? He spoke as if loyalty and affection could solve anything, as if the world operated on some kind of, weird, earnest simplicity.​

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It was what made her treasure him.​

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It was what made her hate herself.​

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"I'm sorry Tea-yo...I just...I don't...need the favor of the Empress to prove myself. I've done that…A hundred times over. And if she doesn't see it, that's her loss. Not mine."​

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It was way too complicated for a pre-teen to wrap her mind around. Way...Way too much.​

 

[Madrona A’Mia]

"Orion," she echoed happily, that bright tone not reaching her eyes, "I am called A'Mia."

Those strange eyes seemed to look through Orion Pavond for a moment then fell to the cards she was dealt to peak briefly at them. Her posture remained very prim, proper, and upright. At odds with their general environment in the gambling lounge.

"It was a history of 'Games of the Known Galaxy' I finished one afternoon on a whim," she recited blandly as her gaze returned to his "Do you read much then, stranger?"

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[Darth Hemorpheus]

Main Tag: Madrona A’Mia
Everyone At Table

Hemorpheus seeing a table open up, and a very unique set of players gathering, one seemed to have skin made of oak, so exotic, something despite all his scientific explorations had never seen before. Taking a seat at the table. The Zabrak Bartender brought his Martini to him, and taking a sip, Hemorpheus said,
"Perfect."
He then saw the cards being shuffled, and the game about to commence.
Taking some chips, stacked were black ones and gold ones, the gold ones worth 1000 credits a piece. Black ones 500. Money he had kept from his days in The Diarchy.
Dealt his hand, The Lord of Life looking at his cards then looked over at the Beautiful Woodland Lady, said,
"Greetings, my name is Hemorpheus."

Already others were beginning to take seats and join the pot, and take up their respective cards. The Former Archon was enjoying this, it was not anything he had time to participate in, and he was feeling rather.. lucky, already having met a Krath Witch to whom his heart was being tended to so soon after losing Ana. It seemed here, in epicenter of the Dark Side itself, the world of the Sith, he had found favor once more, now if only that would extend to cards...

 

[Revna]

Tag: Darth Caedes ​

She was almost reluctant to believe that what she had in the moment with Caedes wasn’t a dream - but she made the choice to truly accept and believe the truth of it. He said it was real, and therefore it was. He held her tighter, as if to further impress that truth upon her, and simply existed with her for a few moments as her question on what might come next hung between them.

“What happens next, will be decided together.” he said in response after a moment. She was quiet as her mind processed this, and she repeated that word ‘together’ over and over in her mind as she searched his face again.

“Yes…I suppose we shall.” Revna replied. “We can face whatever it is, when it comes. No need to rush head-long into it all.”

He leaned back to look at her more fully, and Revna met his gaze attentively; she could tell he wished to say something else and she was eager to hear it. “How would my Lady have me?” he questioned, and for a moment Revna blinked at him in silence. She’d never been asked that question before and she tilted her head slightly to one side in thought, before speaking the first things that came to mind.

“‘Have you’? …as yourself. That’s really what I…want, I guess? You to be…you. However that may be…whatever you are pleased with.” A slight frown creasing her brow, unsure if she had understood or answered his question well enough. “I hope I…understood your question right, my Lord. I’ve never been asked that before.” she confessed with a small chuckle, before she looked back into those luminous green eyes of his. “I am…so new to any of this.” she chortled, a genuine smile flashing over her face as she felt another urge, a desire - and she pulled a gloved hand free from behind him and lifted it to gently caress his cheek. I must be the luckiest Sith woman in the galaxy…I can do this now… came her thought, and she felt another surge of something race through her veins, quickening her pulse. Excitement? Joy? Passion? She wasn’t entirely sure. Maybe…he could help her understand better?

Certainly, now she was allowed to ask her many burning questions - though maybe one at a time, she mused, as she returned the question he asked of her back on him: “...and me? How would you have me?”

 

[Cord Starfall]

Theme: Black Magic Woman
Outfit: Dress | Green Coat | Wrist blaster (Bracelet) | Dart Shooter (Bracelet) | Sith Mask
Tags: Madrona A’Mia | The Red | Orion Pavond | Camirah Zambrano | Darth Hemorpheus

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Long red hair that fell to the middle of the back all the usual black dye washed from it. A mask covered the face, it was made of silver and amethyst with golden writing etched all across it in ancient sith. The words upon the mask depicted the ten thousand sins of the wearer. A long green leather jacket open in the front to reveal a skin tight green dress. This woman whom ever she was, was not here to dance even if she looked ready for a night of clubbing.

Her walk seemed forced in the green heels she was wearing, like it wasn't her natural stride. In truth she was trained for war, battle was all she had ever really known in her long life. From the moment she could walk her mother and grandfather had taught her how to fight and be a soldier. So, this look, and walk was well out of her wheel house, though it was far from the first time she had to put on this face though it had been awhile since she did it.

The door man looked at her and offered to take her coat, but she politely declined the offer. Her vibrant orange fiery eyes scanned the room, how long had it been since she last mingled with sith. When was the last time she used her title of Darth Sekhmet to gain entrance to anywhere. She couldn't even remember the last time; it had to been when she still bore her grandfather's last name of Bacquin. Yes after she got struck by that rogue wave from the dark nexus that had been opened on Dathomir and the rage monster bound to her got loose.

She didn't remember much of that time just that the rage monster made her go nuts and that it took her mother catching her. Then in her mother's infinite cruelty selling her into slavery to a cannibal sith. That was the last time she could remember having any meaningful dealing with the sith. Yet here she was long after returning to there domain, pretending to be a dark lord. True she had achieved that title much like she had earned the title of Jedi master but those were both so long ago. All the people who knew her or of her were probably dead.

Here eyes scanned the room for an empty table, her eyes landing on a table that was slowly filling up. A Mirialan male possible a half breed by the smell of him, a neti woman it had been a long time since she had seen one her kind out in the wider galaxy, and a Human male. At least with the mix and variety there might be some interesting conversation if the cards didn't fall in her favor. She attempted to move lithely towards the table as she did, she picked up a glass of champagne off a passing waiter with a tray. A little drink to take the edge off she told herself even though she knew that was a lie it would be the first of many before the night ended. Her dark aura came to the table, and she took a seat that gave her as close to equal distance as she could get from each player. She sat down mentally, having to remind herself to cross her legs. "Deal me in." She said from behind her elegant mask before slowly reaching up to remove it from her face. Revealing a youth pale skinned face but her eyes gave away she was old and had seen so much, battle hardened.

The dealer slipped her the cards as she looked at those all across the table one by one. "Are we offering titles or formal names this night?" She slipped her sith mask into her jacket before taking a small peak at her cards flipping the edges just slightly off the table with her right hand. She took a sip from her champagne glass a sip to her emptied its contents.

 

[The Red]

"Tt tt-"

It was just a noise that escaped the Zabrak as he sat. A groan of pain from aching limbs or the like. His gaze drifted over the table as he offered a patient smile. Gambling. He really did enjoy gambling, probably too much if he was being honest. There were a couple faces he didn't know, strangers as ever in this new age of this galaxy. One he did, if not in person but by name and reputation alone.

Or just the fact they were both faculty.

"It's just a friendly game of cards. There's no reason to get too formal, right? Credits do fine to balance out the table. What's the anti, dealer?"

Madrona A’Mia | Cord Starfall | Orion Pavond | Darth Hemorpheus

 

[Matteo Guo-Yian]

Lunaria Talon

His offer did not have the desired effect and his eyes widened.

Lunaria had her moods, she could be the sweetest and then be the harshest, but it was rarely if ever directed at him. Something told him it wasn't directed at him now either but by virtue of being the closest person around he was hit with the splash damage regardless. It was a touch of jealousy that he felt come from him, which was understandable.

Being the Empress' chosen was a high honor and a large burden.

But there was something else too and Matteo just couldn't suss out what it was. Something deeper... and the words made little sense either. Maybe the Empress had considered picking her first?

His brows were furrowed as he listened, glancing to her every once in a while.

"I... okay." Nodding there quickly. "It was a stupid idea, forget about it!" Nervously smiling there as he glanced back to the acrobats. In these moments Matteo felt a bit rudderless. Entirely unclear what was happening and how to find his footing once more. On top of it all Artemis decided to call him out rather bluntly.

It made him flush but before he could say anything- she stuffed his mouth with a pastry. His eyes WIDENED and he almost choked on it, in surprise, but the sweetness was overwhelming in a good way. Eyes closed briefly as he tried to swallow and NOT choke. Eventually he managed but by the end he was flushed red from the exertion.

"That wasn't fair at all!" Matteo got out with a high-pitched laugh, nervous. "And you can't blame me for trying, if I am not going to cheer you up, who will?" He said with an awkward smile. Before Matteo could say anything more, she surprised him by apologizing. She drew a blink from him and then a soft smile. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders and squeezing it softly. "It's okay, Arty. Let's get some fried food in you and everything will feel a bit better hopefully."

Already drawing her to the food table.

"Maybe we can dance a little after that? Or would you prefer to dance first."

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Misdirection and rumors were their stock and trade, they'd been carefully forming a hundred different conflicting narratives and allowing them to proliferate throughout the under-rabble of the Empire. All it did was draw their adversary's attention away from what their true intentions were, the future that they were crafting piece by piece. The Empress could withstand the waggling of tongues, for she knew the truth. As she said, let them whisper as they willed, it would make no difference in the end.

They would still be beneath the boot of the Sith.

"Then I shall be your steadfast companion, my Empress." They took one another's hands, but it was the Empress that led the Butcher King along. He would go with where she wished, whatever privacy that entailed. But as they walked, they would continue their conversation. "Moonlight was always more attached to me than her brother," He strictly refrained from speaking her real name or the alias she had taken, instead using the affectionate nickname that had sprung forth during their period under his instruction. "I don't believe Starshine trusts me even now, especially not after what he's been put through in the academy. It's all necessary, though, my dear. They have to be tested to the limits if they are to become what we need them to be."

Even still, He understood how they must feel. Thrust into an environment they were not accustomed, but they had to in order to overcome their insular nature. So far, they had performed well above their expected parameters. "I will endeavor to see her, even if just for an afternoon. I will seek out the boy too." But it was Luna that chafed under His absence more than Sol, so she took priority. "I will remind me of their duty, that we both have the utmost confidence in them. We've not abandoned them, and we never will."

He paused for a moment, bringing Srina's hand up behind His veil and planting a light kiss on her skin.

"They are strong, my Empress, just as their mother is strong."

Srina Talon ​