Populate Darth Dance Revolution [SO Populate of Kirdo III]

[Darth Caedes]

"A Sith who trusts none rules none, in the end. Alliance, even between two, sustains us."
—Darth Caedes, ruminations...
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Outer Rim Space
Korriban
Tags— Revna

"'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."​

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Caedes' lips curled into a grin, fond of her chatter, a gentle amusement dancing in his green eyes. Yet beneath that grin, a tide of thoughts swarmed and vied for his attention. He was not just Caedes any longer; he was a clawdite, a Sith, a King—he had become so many things. His life had long since ceased to be his own, and he wondered if she understood the true pull of entering into his wake. Her ties to Strosius, his place among the Kainites—together they were fire and fuel.

"...and me? How would you have me?"​

His grin deepened, laced with something all three things: possessive, hungry, and reverent. A growl sounded in the back of his throat, revealing sharp, white teeth—dagger's edges which were at odds with the smooth lines of this chosen face. He pulled her nearer, nostrils flaring to take in her scent.

"I would have you," he began, voice low, "in the dark and in the light. In plain sight and in privacy. I would see you rise to meet your potential, unbound." ​

He paused, brushing his thumb across the back of her raised hand, the other tracing down her spine, to the source of that great pain always present in the back of her mind.

"Not as a Master over you, but as one proud to stand beside you. A witness to your ascension..."​

His gaze softened, tucking her head into his chest and cradling her weight against his. Hesitating only for a moment, he leaned in close and whispered.

"... I would have you as my Queen."​

 

[Srina Talon]

Location: Korriban...Wandering the Halls.
Tag: Darth Carnifex

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Her footprint at this gathering was small. Deliberately, miniscule.

The entirety of the Sith Order fell beneath the banner of Eternalist Rule whether it was the Holy Worlds or former space that had belonged to the Trade League—But that didn't mean she sought to disrupt day-to-day procedures. So many civilians, nobles, slaves, and kings. The list was unending as to whom she could potentially offend at any given time…But at the bare minimum, she knew Darth Carnifex would allow her folly and failure without condemnation. He excelled at speaking publicly whereas she had the uncanny knack of causing waves, simply, by speaking her mind.

The pale woman could only hope these social outings curbed her children of that before their schooling caught wind of it. Regardless, she moved through the crowd with the deliberate grace of a predator. Her hand stayed cool and steady within the grasp of the Twice-Crowned King whilst she led him through the chambers on a whim. Somewhere far enough from the students that they wouldn't feel her ever watchful eye—But close enough, to intervene.

The light was less in the more secluded sections, leaving the darkness deeper, heavier—Wrapping around them like a living thing. Her expression remained calm and composed as ever once her gait slowed and the light twinkling of the cavern illuminated the path. Just enough to see, so none of the guests were tripping over each other. "Moonlight and Starshine…"

The nicknames that Darth Carnifex had adopted for her children were more than just codenames to conceal their identity. It hearkened back to their names, to the quiet, soft words that her husband had often referred to her by. His moon and star. Their children, Luna and Sol, their moon and star. There was an almost imperceptible warmth beneath its natural chill when she responded. Even if it was…Fleeting.

"They are complex, two sides of the same coin—Reflections of light and shadow within them both."

His observations were not misplaced, however. Soldane had so much of his father in him that she occasionally worried that the Worm might see the son of his captor and cage as a possible escape. The way he acted toward Kaine, despite, referring to him respectfully as Haru was fairly typical of the young boy's spirit. Equal parts cunning and violent. Srina frowned. Perhaps, Soldane had too much of her within him. "What we need them to be…"

The words were spoken with distance. The plight of a mother—Who didn't want either of her children anywhere near the throne for any reason. She desired their safety, their strength, and survival. Contentment also lingered within that scope but it was much more nuanced.

All else had to take precedence.

They could not be happy—If they were dead.

Her expression was hard when they paused, distant, when the Sith Lord paused their forward momentum and drew her hand up to place a kiss on the back of it. The act stilled her. Not because she hadn't anticipated it but because it meant that he knew her thoughts or perhaps sensed her concerns. Her eyes closed for a moment, hiding, a certain amount of pain. "That would be wise…If you do not tend to Moonlight soon, I have every suspicion that she will seek you out. Likely, loudly."

He was right. They were strong. It wasn't fair to them to ask so much, but this world was not made to be fair. How could any Force in the universe demand that she stand by while part of her, her flesh and blood, was made to endure a crucible that would either forge them or break them? The logical half of her heart knew that it was a necessity. The illogical half—Was filled with fury.

Mentally screaming, shouting, and wailing out into a void that could never hear her...In a world that could never know. Never, understand.

Her hand remained in his. The faintest tilt of her head and the softening of her gaze betrayed acknowledgment for the gesture, meant to soothe, rather than seduce. He spoke without words for her benefit, as her people preferred, and it was hard to argue with the unspoken. A unity of purpose. A shared vision for the future, even if, it cost…Everything.

"One day…Perhaps, they will forgive the crimes my strength has caused."

A breath, paused, by acceptance.

"Will cause."

It was still strange to her to hear Darth Carnifex refer to her with such deference. There were some that used the term "Empress" with a mocking lilt. It had never bothered her, in truth, because she had never vied for the position. It was a crown that Darth Empyrean had placed upon her head in complement to the ring on her finger. The much taller Sith at her side had never spoken it without some level of genuineness, even though, she felt undeserving. He who had ruled countless worlds…How could he express such esteem, to her? Did it not consume him that she represented all he had lost?

No Empire lasted for eternity, as evidenced, that this was the eleventh in recent history. It was the Sith, the ideal, that held a grasp that was everlasting. It might not have caused others to blink, nor wonder, but the pale woman was known for her curiosity. "One day…"

"You will tell me what I have done, deserving, of your time—Or what I will do."

Perhaps both.

 

[Kivah]

When Dima's hands encircled her waist, Kivah moved in closer, shifting to let the other woman get her second set of hands on her as they swayed against one another. Her dance partner smacking people with her tail made her smile, those pressing in could consider it notice not to crowd them. When suddenly she was grabbed tighter and hoisted up! "Houk! Hey!" She cried out in surprise, her arms flailing and feet kicking, only to be spun around by the jubilant Dima.

"Okay okay! Put me down and we can dance some more." She laughed. Oh man, when was the last time she was picked up? Her mind went to a few fights, but they shouldn't count. Right? Panting from her laughter, and more than a little flustered, Kivah took a moment to push her mane of hair back again and try and regain her composure after a dance floor's worth of Sith just saw her get picked up and twirled about like a kit. Glowering at a few of them, she knew she'd have to remind a few to mind their manners in the coming days. Playfully, she slugged Dima on the arm before pulling her close again.

That had been different. Usually she was the strong one, the bruiser. Not having to be tough, or worry about hurting the person she was with by forgetting her strength was a new feeling. A nice one. Dima was the same, a strong woman fully capable of hurting someone without meaning to, her tail clearing them a space on the dance floor attested to that. But Kivah's own mass and subdermals protected her from anything more than skin deep, and being a Cathar, she was used to claws.

Changing her grip on Dima's hand, Kivah gave her a playful grin. "You're right, let us dance!" She loudly rejoined, her head tossed back and voice full of enthusiasm. High-stepping back into the cleared space with a sashay of her hips to open the distance between the two of them, she used the hand she was holding to pull the purple woman close again. Their bodies had barely made contact before she was spinning Dima away, linked hands above her head until Kivah casually backflipped over her partner's long serpentine tail. Reversing, she snatched another of Dima's hands before the woman was too far and halted their separating trajectories.

Languidly, Kivah stretched back, raising the fringed sleeve of one arm as if continuing the motion separating them before pulling herself back in with another spin. This time she stopped hip to hip with the Mandalorian, smiling in her face. Reaching across her body, she took another of Dima's hands in hers. "Ready? And back, back, back," With each chant of the word she took a large step forward while taking Dima backwards. She stopped, one leg outstretched so when Dima continued, they opened up again, each with one leg crossing the other's outstretched limb. Arms outstretched to her partner, Kivah again pulled her back towards herself, side-stepping to put the Prime into another spin back through the space they'd just cleared. This time when she pulled her back, Kivah stopped her with her body full-on, hand pulling up Dima's thigh against her own hip as she pressed in, staring into Dima's many eyes as she caught her breath.
Domina Prime

 

[Leshanna]

Tag: Kaivaan Raaf ​

Lesh eyed the boy as he fumbled over his words, and the faintest glimmer of amusement shined in her blue eyes. He definitely seemed out of his element, being here and surrounded by so many people. She felt the same way too, she mused to herself. He had just started to speak up and say something when she offered that he go with her to get drinks, and it seemed to take him off guard a bit, his voice cracking slightly as he agreed, and proceeded to stumble over his words again. Lesh smiled and giggled softly as his face tinged pink.

She was happy to hear that he wasn’t with anyone else; it meant that she wouldn’t have to brave going to the mocktail bar alone. “Relax…it’s okay! I get nervous with these kinds of events too. I’m actually surprised I’m not the one tripping over my own words right now…”

He motioned for her to go ahead, and she turned around to pick a path with her eyes, before heading in a direction where she hoped the drinks were at. At first, her pace was quick - but she slowed down so that the handsome boy could keep up with her. She heard his voice once again, quieter this time as he mentioned that he had never seen her before, and she glanced at him with a smile as he tried to say his name, stumbling over his words again. Leshanna smiled wider and chuckled with her amusement at the whole thing as it played out; he's cute, she thought to herself.

He finally managed his full name, and Lesh looked at him wide eyed, and blinked a couple times. “Wow! Yeah…I think I will just call you ‘Kai’. That is a long name to remember.” She said with another giggle. “I’m Leshanna…uh, just that. You can call me Lesh though, for short. And I was going to say earlier that I don’t recognize you either. You attend the Academy here? I’m a first year Acolyte; there are quite a few people who attend so it wouldn’t surprise me if we’ve never crossed paths before now…”

Lesh looked over their surroundings as they entered into another cavern, and she spied a line of students waiting to get their own drinks, it looked like. There appeared to be a variety of drinks on offer - all appropriate for the younger event goers, of course - as well as a collection of various goodies and treats.

“Oh look! The drinks are here! And they have some treats laid out! I wonder if they have any peppermint bark…” She said cheerfully, practically skipping towards the crystalline tables laid out with the festive drinks and foods. She glanced back at Kai for a moment. “You uh, ever been to a Dance like this? This is my first time being at such an event. Honestly…I’d rather be back in the library with my nose shoved in a book or doing more studies on alchemy and stuff…or swinging my training saber around. That’s always fun too…”

She was being chatty, she realized. But she was happy that she had someone to hang out and spend time with. It sure beat being forlorn and upset about the whole Naamino situation…

 

[Maiza Vex]

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

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"I guess I can give them a stay of execution for a night." She said with a glint, her eyes as she stared up at him. As he firmly gripped her hand and gently guided her to the dance floor. His cloak ever so gallantly flowing behind him as to made their way in stride to the dance floor.

Their hands entwined, he spun her in rhythm to the music, her feet effortlessly staying in step with him. Their bodies moved like waves in a ocean fluid, swaying like a gentle breeze through trees back and forth. Their rhythms synced to every beat of the music that played in the background as the crowds around Maiza faded from her mind. It was only her and Iskendyr dancing in a sea of stars. All the noise of the worlds gone in that moment just footsteps floating across the skies high above it all.

Two her in this moment there was only her and the pretty boy before her. Yet to those who might look their way in this moment they would see Maiza for all her faults and bruteness had an elegance to her. She knew how to move to the sounds of the music that filled the air her body having a natural rhythm too it. In her mind a dance was almost like a fight your positioning and footing where key to not stumbling. A dance was a spar where you tried to mirror and reflect the person across from you if even one action was off you were liable to step on a foot.

Yet she didn't care what those around her were thinking, as she leaned in closer to Iskendyr. She took in his sent as the beat of the music slowed. The world could be burning around her right now and she wouldn't give a damn. "You Iskendyr are an enigma, a prince charming but something tells me you can be as deadly as nightshade." It was a compliment, saying he could easily draw his enemies near, and it would be too late before they were caught in his deadly snare.

Maiza had never really felt the way she did around Iskendyr, everything in her body said keep a distance but at the same time it also wanted her to pull herself closer. It was a weird feeling she didn't quite understand, and her heart and mind told her to ignore it all. She was looking up at him into those wonderful eyes of his and at his chiseled face taking in every line. "I like you." She said as the song slowly came to an end those words leaving her lips with a deeper meaning. Not that she wanted to complicate their friendship but the words were more out there but she knew Iskendyr was his own man and he seemed to make everyone feel good around him. It was like when she released her pheromones, she could make people like her but that could also be a fleeting meaningless thing.

 

[Sahira Keto]

Sahira awoke from his sweet slumber. Her hair was dishevled in curls of the finest black, her mechanical hand reaching towards a datapad that had the time. The door suddenly slid open and droid stepping in with a tray, from which steam rose from holes. He laid the entree on a table near her, and said,
"Pardon me, I was instructed to provide you this meal and.." He took a dress of finest purple in plastic that was sleeveless and had ample bareness at the chest, "to give you this, and tell you.."
She interrupted the droid,
"To meet Him at the Sabaac tables.. I know."
She did not offer thanks to the mechnical servant, despite that her arm was much like him. To her the machines were nothing more than conveniences, and to serve.

Sitting at the table in last night's attire, she removed the tray with her claw of metal, and saw a dish with red rice, lean meat, and some spice on the top. Partaking she as she chewed gracefully, saw the dress and levitating it over to her she examined it as it floated above the floor. Swallowing she said,
"So he got my size despite all the.. distractions last night."
She gave a smile as she then moved the dress to the bed and laid it out with the invisible power she possessed. The meal was delicious, and she feared no poisons, having since childhood partaken of most in small samplings to become immune. If the Sith wanted to poison her, they would need to resort to something more refined. She did not suspect The Lord of Life, as he called himself, he seemed less inclined than any to do harm, in fact, were it not for his armor, the swirl of the Shadow about his person, and his vigor.. she would have thought him a Jedi. His every word was respectful, and a part of her hated that, he was too kind, too thoughtful.. and to rise in the dark side, one had to be ruthless. The fact she cared about this was.. unexpected, he was a means to an end, or so she thought.. was it his honestly that had rubbed her a certain way? Made her consider that maybe there was more to this than a fling? He knew what he was getting into if he was to be with her, and yet he took the plunge. She had felt his wounded heart, and his fortified mind in the night was slightly without shielding, allowing her to gain some access, and what she found made her puzzled.. what he sought was strange to her, and yet that strangeness was attractive. His ambition was not the typical Sith path, seek power and dominate others, he wanted to dominate something greater, something that held sway over all of them, though she was curious if his aims could be achieved. Many had tried to trek in the depths of the Unknown and be lost there, never to return. Not that she cared.. but she did.. why?! It was one night! Was he employing his own craft on her? Was he a Sorcerer that had marked her, and not the other way around, making sure that she was neutralized at this party.

In her frustration she threw a pillow with the wave of her hand.
"If he is playing me.. I shall give him such a bite that he will never forget the Krath!"
She having finished her meal then turned to the dress and began to change.
She arrived at the Gambling tables in a magnifcent Purple dress:

TAG: Darth Hemorpheus

 

[Chasianna]

Location: Mountain Caves - Korriban
Attire: Black Dress
Tag: Neeva Soocha Dena

A portion of Neeva’s emotions, visions, and memories flooded into Chasianna as the connection between the two deepened. In that regard, the tiny Qilin felt all of it—the fear the Twi’lek had felt on seeing the visage of the Eternal Father, her devotion to her Herald—Domina Prime, her panic in response to the reemergence of old, secluded memories, and more.

In turn, Chasianna’s heart raced as cold sweat beaded on her forehead. The emotions were potent, causing Chasianna to suck in a deep breath with each memory that flashed through her awareness. And yet, such emotions were a font of power. She allowed herself to embrace the fear, terror, and devotion. The latter of which was so rich that for a moment, the Qilin registered a deep understanding of the Twi’lek’s dedication to Domina Prime, causing her pale features to flush crimson with equal parts awe and humiliation.

Out of impulse, Chasianna spoke a prayer of contrition in an aggressive, unrelenting tone. And in doing so, the Qilin emotions flooded back towards Neeva in turn. The fear that the Twi’lek felt towards the face of the Eternal Father would remain, but it would be supplemented by an overwhelming sense of devotion in the face of a divine, All-Eclipsing being. Love. Hope. Passion.

And then self-directed anger, for the heresy of considering one other than the Eternal Father as God, even if only for a moment.

A few moments later, Chasianna opened her eyes, staring up towards Neeva as the afterglow of the emotional high fell over them both.

“You are not a nobody.” Chasianna said in a tone that was just as soothing as it was chiding. “Pure, untainted blood flows within your veins. You are stronger, faster, and more perceptive than anyone who lacks His blessing. Your emotions are supernaturally powerful and your connection to the dark side is such that those here could only dream of being able to tap into it as readily as you can.” She continued. “These are the gifts that the Father gave you. That He gave us.” Then, a pause, as the Qilin allowed a soft smile to tug at her lips.

“Your Prime is strong, beautiful, and is an avatar of destruction in her own right. However, her hands are not the ones that made you.” Chasianna finished.

 

[Madrona A’Mia]

Others soon gathered as Orion Pavond and A’Mia were just striking up conversation. Each newcomer was dealt in, niceties exchanged. First Darth Hemorpheus , of friendly and well-to-do bearing who was soon joined by Sahira Keto . Then came the darkly beautiful Cord Starfall whose aura caused A’Mia’s eyes to linger on her overlong.

"Are we offering titles or formal names this night?"

Before the neti answered, a presence she recognized from a recent Kor’ethyr staff briefing arrived and The Red answered smoothly, stating that surely they could all afford to be informal at the card table. A’Mia’s smile widened as she took in the scene and something of her expression did finally reach her eyes. A gleam of sharp intrigue appeared in her bearing and she waited to speak until after the dealer made sure everyone’s bets were in.

“Titles could be fun to share though, they so often come with an interesting stories don’t they?”

Long red-brown, arboreal fingers rapped on the table to motion a Hit! to get dealt her next card. All the while she peered around at the others to see what their expressions might reveal. She was suddenly far more interested in drawing out details from her new companions than she was about the card game, but the game would serve to keep them all gathered and talking.

{Current Total: 15}
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[Orion Pavond]

KORRIBAN - CRYSTAL CAVERNS - SABACC TABLE
Madrona A’Mia | Darth Hemorpheus | Cord Starfall | The Red

"Hello, A'Mia. Nice name," Orion returned in friendly greeting.

His eyes met her own but, unlike hers, his smile reached his eyes. A trick he mastered long ago and one that was necessary. It made it easier to not let people know that you are seeing through them, down to their core. A trick the Neti herself needed to learn, but Orion was not in the business of pointing out people's weak points. No, he was here to win himself cash and let everyone else make the mistakes for him.

"I read," Orion's answer was simple as he glanced across the table at the other players, "I'm a bit of a hopeless romantic in that regard."

Rubbing the side of his face with a finger while nervously laughing, his quiet smile never left his face as Darth Hemorpheus introduced himself to the Neti woman. There was a confidence there, but it did not extend to the cards. That much could be understood. Orion spared a small quick glance before looking away and setting his cards down, nervously patting them twice.

"Hemorpheus is a strong name," Orion extended a hand towards the man, "Pleasure to meet you!"

After that small business had been taken cared of, Orion studied the next person ( Cord Starfall ) to join the table. Instead of studying her dress, which any lesser-skilled player might have, Orion took note of her mask and her shoes. An unnecessary disguise or a show of power, of skill? Like wearing medals on one's chest when serving in the military. No, there was something more. Orion could tell that much.

Dropping a small chip that clattered onto the floor, Orion quickly apologized before leaning down and grabbing the chip off the ground from under the table. Then, his green visage popped right back up into his seat with a small chuckle.

"Hi. I'm Orion. And maybe I'll make a title for myself at the end of this night, if I'm lucky," Orion gave himself a small happy shrug of assurance.

Then there was the final player ( The Red ) for this friendly game between different contestants. Orion offered a small friendly wave before glancing once more at his cards and nodding a little, understanding the significance of what he had been dealt. Good or bad, that was for the others to decide.

Right now, Orion had the information he needed right now for this opening play. Now, all that was needed was to capitalize on it as the others spoke about whether or not to treat this game and conversation so seriously.

Orion did not mind either way as he chose to stand.

 

[Adean Castor]

WEARING: X
TAG: Abishai Jade | Open

A slight smile tugged at Adean's lips at the boy's reaction to the snacks. In a role so carefully curated by the elder student, watching another lose any composure in a pure, honest response was a welcome relief from the funk Adean had found herself in.

Honesty, Adean found, was a tricky commodity among the Sith. For some like Adean, the concept was practically unheard of. Inversely, others wielded it in dangerous excess. Sometimes, she almost envied the latter group.

Her musings were interrupted by the younger acolyte's question. "Oh, uh, no, I'm on my own." The words felt heavier on her tongue than she'd ever want to admit. "More information to be gleaned here than on the dance floor, y'know?"

 

[Darth Hemorpheus]

The Lord of Life had made a weak roll, and took notice of the other players. One was a Zabrak ( The Red ) who advised they ignore titles. Hemorpheus was in agreement with this, this was a casual game, however, the Dealer or Host, Madrona A’Mia was keen to have them share their designations. The Former Archon of the Diarchy looking at his hand, which was pitiful decided he would make another hit or roll. The objective being to get as close to 23, when he had only 4. The proposition that true stakes be information, that they share about themselves, was an opportunity, though The Lord of Life was reticent.. his goals he tended to keep quiet about, since they were not the typical purpose of his compatriots of the dark side.

It was then that he took notice of Miralan, one who had a strong scent of the Light, Orion Pavond . The presence of a Lightsider was a curosity, though not offensive to Hemorpheus. He in his Odessey had studied all philsophies of the Force, and found some merit as Darth Marr had in some of their thinking, particularly about death, in whom his dear brother in the Diarchy, Darth Nexion , was Archon of. Since the Miralan had adressed him by name, it behooved the Lord of Life to respond,
"Indeed, as most Darth names, it gives a hint to my ambitions, and clues to my nature."

It was then as he was lost in this game, that a distraction appeared. Walking in, in the finest purple and regal, was Sahira Keto , his eye lingered on her figure and he forgot what he was doing as he rolled again. She was coming over to the table, and he felt her arms come around his neck, his brow sweating a little. The mechnical claw that had at his throat, like a choker. He leaned against her slightly and said,
"That dress.. by the immortal gods.. you look beautiful!"
He did not shame her on the fact that she had probably made him lose this round with a sudden roll, but that was immaterial. Her beauty, and the enjoyment he was deriving from the table was worth any loss of pride.

 

[Sahira Keto]

Making her way to the gaming tables, Sahira felt her dress of finest lavander sway and as she entered into where the Sabaac was being played, there was some gasps. She saw Darth Hemorpheus among a circle of other faces, one of which was made of bark, most intriguing to the Krath Witch. She made her way slowly across to the table, she saw his eyes upon her, and gave a naughty smile, she knew that her sudden arrival would probably make his next hand be bad, though it already was bad because of where it had been. making her way around the circle of card players, she stood behind him, and took her arms around his shoulders, her mechanical one at his neck, poised as vulture's beak. Her eyes studied this game, the pot of credits, and listening to the words of these Sith, the one of them certainly was not a follower of the Darkness. They had the foul odor of the Light, and she even made a slight involuntary facial expression of disgust that she was unable to control.

Then he said it, called her beautiful in front of everyone. As a Krath she was suppose to be hardened in her heart, and project a whimsy to make her craft. His words melted her, she had let him in which she still suspected was his own craft that he wove, though so far he had not probed her mind, he was a gentleman, perhaps the last one, certainly in the dark circles she ran in. Leaning down to his ear, her black lips poised at the lobe as she said,
"You better win.. I do not abide losers."
She chuckled to denote that she was being sarcastic with him, though she liked these mind games, making him wonder what she really thought and felt since he refused to invade her mind as she had repeatedly done to him. In truth she was falling hard for Hemorpheus, and anyone with real strong powers of observation would see she was smitten.

 

[The Red]

"Don't be so eager to share your names and facts about yourself. Credits are fun and all, but why not make it that much more interesting? We can make the bets about information. Interests, names and titles. Fears." The Red peered to his own cards before tapping the table for a hit, his smile warm and inviting. "Since half have already given names, why don't we go with something simple. A title, doesn't matter what, but we have to give the reason why we have that title. Objections? Thoughts?"

He took his card, glancing it over with the same poker face.

Total - 21

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

 

[Viers Connory]

//: Lucette //:

Everything was finally right in the galaxy. Viers no longer wanted to consume her device or smash her face into a block of Korriban ice. Everything she had gone through was in the past; it didn't matter now that Lucy had arrived. The hug was perfect, and she felt Lucy return the gesture; Viers tightened her hold just for a moment when she felt Lucy's voice caress her ear. Her heart raced, pounding against her chest as she held her breath for just a beat. "I missed you too…"

Viers forgot they were in the middle of a party with people around them. Just for now, the only other person in the room was Lucy. Her hands fell from around Lucy's back, feeling the fabric of her elegant dress. As Lucy apologized, the Corellian smiled and rubbed her hand along Lucy's back, reassuring the girl that everything was okay. "You're here now, I'll eat Kai's dessert next time I come over in revenge." Viers grinned, knowing that eating the boy's specially made dessert was the best revenge. Lucy moved, and Viers reluctantly let go, letting her touch caress her arms.

This was the most they had been in contact with each other, and Viers couldn't understand the sensation that tingled from the areas of her arms that the Princess touched. She held her breath, wanting to shut her eyes tightly to try and memorize everything happening and prevent her from shouting out of pure happiness. Lucy spoke again, and Viers opened her eyes widely and started forgetting how to speak, still high from the caress and embrace. They were moving, and her footsteps matched Lucy's in sync, following carelessly to wherever the girl led her.

"What if I want all the dances?" The question was genuine as they made it through the crowd to the center of the dance floor. Viers didn't let her hands go, keeping their fingers laced, she wondered if Lucy could feel her heart pounding through their touch. Concern found the Corellian's face as she examined Lucy's face and then quickly looked towards the ground, "Do you want to dance with other people? If you do, I understand - but it will make-" Viers paused, trying to figure out what she was trying to say; her eyes darted from the floor to Lucy's eyes to the ceiling in a rhythmic pattern as she thought.

"I-It would--" Huffing, Viers pouted and nearly went cross-eyed as she stared at the tip of her nose. "I would be sad." She finished. She was sad when Lucy wasn't here, she missed her and their time apart. All the girl thought about was when she would see the Princess again. "I only want to dance with you; it makes me happy," Viers smiled widely as she swung Lucy's arms loosely to the beat of the music playing. "You make me happy."

She took a deep breath, allowing the one ounce of courage she had built up. Viers stepped closer and shut her eyes tightly. Leaning forward, she pressed her lips against Lucy's cheek, then pulled away. "Did I do it right?"

 

[Revna]

Tag: Darth Caedes
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He smiled at her as she spoke softly, said that which was on her mind - at least bits and pieces of what danced through her head. She knew she was being chatty, perhaps a little more than what was wanted or needed in the moment, but she just could not contain herself, and Caedes did nothing to stop her as he seemed to be enjoying her light chatter.

When she asked him how he would have her, his smile deepened and he did not hide from her the emotions her words brought forth. The hunger he had, that they both had for one another, the possessiveness, the shine of admiration. Accompanying that was a growl, a primal thing, that sent heat flashing across her skin and brought forth another blush across her face. They were both heated, it seemed - barely contained smoldering embers that threatened to ignite completely and consume them both.

He drew her nearer once more and, with a low voice that she found she rather enjoyed, began to tell her exactly how he would have her. Her already slightly blushed cheeks tinged a deeper hue, as his words seemed to be a hint suggestive - at least, they were for her. He continued, telling her that he desired to see her rise, unbound, and there he paused as one of his hands lifted so he could gently rub a thumb over her hand that rested against and caressed his cheek, and the other he let drift along her back, tracing a slow but burning path down her spine, pausing when he reached her lower back - his hand coming to stop directly over the insidious spinal cage that was her constant reminder that she was bound to another, a mere tool for the Kainate Shadow Hand.

Revna stiffened slightly in his hold as she met the green eyes of her King; she hadn’t told him about the device that rested there - but clearly he knew of its existence. Of course he would; how many times did he sense my pain when that thing would burn my nerves? Remind me of who I belong to, remind me of my place? A darkness flickered over Revna’s eyes and across her face with the thought, but it faded as she returned her attention to what Caedes was saying - he didn’t wish to be a Master over her, no…he wanted to stand beside her with pride, as she ascended. A faint frown creased her brow as she tried to think of what he meant, even as his gaze softened and he drew her closer to him, gently urging her to lay her head against his chest once more which she did without complaint. Being so close like this was fast becoming one of her favorite things in life.

Then…he whispered into her ear that he would have her as his Queen.

Revna froze against him, ceasing their slow movements, as she blinked once, then twice - before exhaling her suddenly curiously held breath sharply. Wide, shocked eyes turned to look back at him, searching his face earnestly to see if there was any hint of jesting there…

No…he was being serious. What he had said, he meant.

“W-wh…what? Me? Your…your queen?” she breathed, the shock evident in her voice as she tried her very best to keep herself as quiet as possible. Her ember eyes flickered to those around them briefly, but no one seemed aware or had heard what had just been said. Her mind raced with thoughts, no doubt some of them bled through their tether, but perhaps the loudest of them all was the thought, Am I even worthy enough to have such a place at his side?

The more logical side of her mind responded back, bringing clarity to her churning thoughts. He wouldn’t have said such a thing, he wouldn’t have done any of this…kiss you, hold you, show you who he is…if he thought you were unworthy of it. He is the King, he gets to choose who his Queen will be, and he is choosing you.

A more serious expression came over her face as Revna stepped back slightly so she could look at him more fully. “If that is how you would have me, then it would be my honor to be such to you, my Lord.” she said softly. A smile, proud and exhilarated, pulled at her lips before she was back in his embrace, her head tucked back against his chest as she wrapped her arms around him, holding him in a surprisingly strong grip. She remained like this for some time, running his words through her mind, everything that had been said thus far, everything that had happened…all of it leading up to this moment in time. The more she realized and accepted what had transpired, what was occurring, and what was to come… the more her shame and hesitancy fled from her.

It was the final barrier that fell away, and he would feel the sharp flash of her possessiveness towards him, like what he expressed for her. She was his, and he was hers.

Revna lifted her face to look at Darth Caedes once more, this time however - there was a small and playful smile on her face, and a smoldering gleam in her fiery eyes. “I suppose this means we have some work ahead of us, don’t we? I imagine there are more…official things that need to be done and discussed. However…” her voice trailed as she once again settled a hand against his chest, this time to trace light patterns against the pale skin there as she spoke once more, her voice more low and sultry now as a tremor of desire passed through their bond. “...I think it can wait, at least for the night, hmm? As much fun as I am having here, at this dance…I find myself wanting time for just the two of us - in private. I have…questions and thoughts I wish to ask and share, but I don't want to speak them here.”

...What say you, my King?

 

[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 | Darth Hemorpheus

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Her orange eyes scanned the table, noting the number of cards on the table and who and who did not call for a hit. Then Cord looked at her own cards once more, it was too early to try and pull a hard bluff for the crap hand she was dealt. As table debated over weather tiles or proper names should be given, but as most had already shared their proper names it would hurt to at least be a bit cordial. "Names Cord. Nice to meet you all." She gave them a firm nod in greeting, the name given was just a nickname she had as long as she could remember no one had ever really called her Cordilla.

She pushed her cards neatly in a pile as she once again looked at each player. Then slid the cards back to the dealer to say she was folding this hand. The hand dealt wasn't worth the anteing up with the money on the table and she doubt she could pull off a good hand from it in the end. That and bluffing this early in the game, would easily give away any tells she had later. She would wait for the next hand to be dealt maybe her luck would be better.

She watched as the Mirialan dropped his chip under the table and fumbled to get it. Cord's eyes watched to see if the dealer would call him out for it. That was not proper table etiquette and in most casino's, you would forfeit your hand for it, or in the more rough and tumble back alley gambling dens shot right between the eyes.

"I would be game for betting information. It is often more valuable than credits. I say the one with the lowest hand after each round has to give up a little bit of information about themselves. Since I folded, I guess that's me." She paused as if to think for a moment about what she might share with the group. It was a simple first step and the easiest route to go. "One of my Titles is Darth Sekhmet." Leaving it open that she had many other titles some that might even get her killed in a den of sith. "Sekhmet means one who is powerful with the rage of a sun. My mother bestowed it upon me." When she said the word mother a there was a slight disgust to her tone.

 

[Neeva Soocha Dena]

TAG: Chasianna

Neeva had purged into the Unicorn Horned Lady, letting all her fears and strange sensations from the visions that had transpired pour into her.
In return she recieved a transference, as the dread of this "Eternal Father" was accompanied with feelings of devoutness to him, and then an intense ire towards Domina Prime with the words in her head ringing "false god." This experience made the Twi'lek cry put in a moan, and she threw her head against a stall as the domination of her mind was conducted.. was sucessful. In place of the Blue Xeno Queen in her heart now stood the one she had seen at the dance, the one that went by the name Darth Carnifex.

Suddenly scenes from her past in the deep pockets of her mind opened, and she saw herself kneeling before The Eternal Father with others, and a brand on a poker that looked like the eye on The Father's head, and this applied to her.. ahem.. lower back and cheek. She could hear herself declaring with others among the faithful, "Blessed is the Eternal Father, who was and is, and shall ever be!" She found herself saying this aloud to the One who had freed her memory even in this humble place.

Then she became quiet as the Qulin told her that she would be greater than any of the Sorcerors by right of her blood, a pure blood from the Eternal Father that she had flowing within her. Opening her eyes once more, the gilded circles fixating on Chasianna as she said,
"Sister.. I can feel it flowing in you too.. the touch of our Father! Hallowed be his name! I have been decieved by his Progeny! That Demon claiming to be god! I seek penance.. show me the way sister!"
She began to kiss the wrists of the Qilin, and lower her head in shame, for Neeva having her memories unlocked felt as if a fog that had dominated her life was now at last gone. She owed it all to Chasianna, who took the time in this festive day to take her aside and help her see the light, the truth of what had been and shall be. For now that she knew who she was, where she came from, Neeva would now join her Kainate Family in their ambitions. At last she was part of a family.. so hollow had she felt with her fragmented memory, and now at last she felt whole.

 

[Kaivaan Raaf]

Leshanna​

Kai followed Lesh as she led the way, his mind racing as he tried to piece together a coherent thought. She was talking to him. Like, actually talking. Not scolding him for bumping into her, not glaring at him for being a klutz—just... talking. A girl, who wasn't his sister or cousin, was smiling at him and acting like it wasn't a chore to be around him.

"R-relax," she'd said, but how could he relax when she was so cheerful and confident? Even when she said she got nervous at events like this, she didn't sound like someone who tripped over her words or her feet half as often as he did.

As she slowed her pace to let him keep up, he realized she was smiling wider, and when he finally managed to stumble through his full name, her giggle made his ears burn. She's laughing at you, Kai. Wait—no, she's not laughing at you… is she?

"Yeah, uh... Kai's good," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "Everyone just calls me that anyway. The whole name's... a lot."

She introduced herself as Leshanna—Lesh for short—and asked if he went to the Academy. He blinked, momentarily stunned. She's asking about you. Answer, Kai. Say something.

"Oh, uh… no, I don't," he said, shifting uncomfortably. "I'm homeschooled. My grandmother, uh, Taeli Raaf—she teaches me. At home. Which is, uh... not here." He realized he was rambling and shut his mouth quickly, his face heating. "So, yeah. I'm not really an Academy kid."

"You're a first-year? That's... cool. Yeah. Really cool." Smooth, Kai. Really nailed that one.

As they entered the cavern with the drinks and treats, Lesh's excitement was contagious. She practically skipped toward the tables, and Kai found himself smiling despite his nerves. Her chatter about peppermint bark and training sabers made his chest feel lighter—like he wasn't completely failing this conversation.

When she glanced back and asked if he'd ever been to a dance like this, he froze for a second, unsure how to answer. His family threw events all the time, but that was different. He was usually stuck in some stiff corner, trying not to embarrass himself in front of people with titles longer than his name.

"Oh, uh… no, not like this," he admitted, his voice awkward and stumbling. "I mean, my family's had, like... formal things? But they weren't fun, you know? I'd just sit there wishing I was, uh, anywhere else." He chuckled nervously, catching himself. "So, no. Not really."

He shifted his weight, glancing at her as she studied the treats on the table. "Alchemy sounds... really impressive," he said, hoping to steer the focus back to her. "And training sabers—yeah, those are fun. I, uh, accidentally took a chunk out of a training dummy once, though." He winced, rubbing his neck again. "Still not sure how I managed that."

The words were out before he could stop them, and he immediately regretted it. Great, Kai. Tell her how clumsy you are. That'll go over well.

He grabbed a drink from the table and held it awkwardly, his fingers tightening on the cup as he glanced back at Lesh. "So, uh... you really like studying? I mean, not that it's weird! It's just... I mean, that's... cool. Yeah." He trailed off, staring into his cup as if it held the secrets of the galaxy.

She's still talking to you. Don't blow this. Just... keep breathing.

 

[Chasianna]

Location: Mountain Caves - Korriban
Attire: Black Dress
Tag: Neeva Soocha Dena

No longer was Chasianna staring up towards Neeva. Instead, she found herself looking down at the Twi’lek as she collapsed to her knees, tears flowing freely from her eyes in the process. However, rather than allowing the Twi’lek to throw her head against the stall, the Qilin’s hand interceded as a cushion, gently holding onto her skull as she proclaimed aloud her devotion to the Father.

“When the time is right, I will bring you to the Malsheem, where we will together kneel before Him and seek penance.” Chasianna said softly, her tone carrying equal parts excitement and warmth. “You are right to fear Him. But do not fear for your life, sister. He will see your contrition, your desire for penance, and your devotion, and He will have mercy.” She affirmed.

A smile, compassionate and soft, drew up Chasianna’s features when Neeva kissed at her wrists then, expressing her gratitude in such a way that it compelled the Qilin to shed a tear in turn. Nevertheless, a manicured finger quickly and cleanly wiped it away. Then, she lowered herself down to her sister’s level before moving to embrace the Twi’lek in a hug, should she allow it.

“Allow yourself to feel. Allow yourself to cry. Pray. Scream. Whatever you need to do, sister. I will be here to bear the emotion with you.” Chasianna continued, before slowly drawing back from the embrace and looking deep into Neeva’s eyes.

“And then when you are ready, we will rise together.”

 

[Neeva Soocha Dena]

The Twi'lek felt the hands of Chasianna cradle her head, her lekku lapping over her shoulders as she felt this rush of emotion. Neeva had been lost since her memories were buried in the recesses of her mind. She wondered how it had happened. In the interim she had become an acolyte of Domina, who she had made the object of her devotions. Now she had awoken, and this Qilin had been the key, she taking her hands once more peppered them with more kisses when she said they would both seek expiation together before The Eternal Father. There was a deep wave of comfort that she would not be alone in her mortification.
"I count myself blessed to have found you.. that you have guided me from the shadows of forgetfulness and now offer me the path to restoration."
She took the hand of this fellow Pilgrim that would make for Malsheem and rose up at the stall, she began to wipe away tears from her own eyes when she began to hear a sound, her cone shape ears catching the scraping, the sound of ice and blades. She took the hand of her fellow Penitent and made for a chamber beyond, where there was a great slab of ice, like frost and set against some rock were white boots with blades, two pairs. Walking over to them, she raised up the unusual shoe and said,
"What are these?"

There was a somewhat child fascination that took her, as if a part of her had been supressed and now was expressing itself in wonder. What the Qilin had unlocked was more than memory, it was a curiosity that she had quelled in favor of being a Herald. Now she was free to explore this part of herself, she turning back to her Short Savior said as she looked at the rink of white,
"Does one glide upon it with these crescent shoes?"
She held the pair in her hands, vapor coming from her mouth, her tongue sticking to the roof of her mouth. They had known mostly the comfort of the interior of this grand celebration. Here in the elements, her heart began to beat, "dum, dum, dum," as she felt the chill and yet it was almost a baptism, one in the falling flakes that now graced her skin, blowing in from some passage or vent perhaps. The point was she felt alive for the first time, no longer waundering in the dark, but aware of her past and to have this guide hat had come at this most auspicious time. How long could she have been navigating in the unknown, with memory sealed? And who was responsbile for cutting her off from remembering the truth? That she was Kainate, and filled with the pure blood of the Eternal Father. The questions lingered, though Neeva decided to focus on the moment, enjoying her awakening and contemplating skating.