Populate Darth Dance Revolution [SO Populate of Kirdo III]

[Darth Caedes]

DARTH DANCE REVOLUTION. In the ancient tribal societies of Korriban, dance was a living embodiment of the Sith philosophy, a balance of passion and control. Tribal Sith of the past hosted massive gathering spaces wherein dance was used as a means of competition and expression. These gatherings were not mere celebrations of the art, but actually profound rituals expressing the intersection of raw emotion and physical mastery in their service to the Dark Side. Moreover, these dance spaces were protected and made safe by a tradition upheld by even Sith elders at war with one another, and maintained by all else who respected that law of the land; even those from cultures and Force using backgrounds beyond the Sith perspective.

Tribal elders taught that through dance, one could confront their fears, overcome weaknesses, and find communion with the Will of the Force. Some movements mimic combat forms, honing strength and agility, and were used by warriors on the battlefronts of war. Others serve as rites of passage, binding tribes and communities together or sealing pacts between peoples. In ancient times, dance spaces were considered sacred spaces.

At Kor'ethyr Academy, this tradition endures. Following the Outer Rim Survival Games of Ozzuk Thren, and contributing to a string of dance events hosted on the ancient Sith world, tonight's event takes place in the sprawling icy mountains of Korriban. Carved into their stark red edges are long tunnel systems wherein cavern interiors are covered with crystals and sparkling ice. Warm light shimmers across the reflective walls, refracting and scattering. From dance floors to high-stakes games, this evening offers a glimpse into the timeless allure of traditional and modern Sith culture; and you're invited!​

KORRIBOOGIE. The heart of this event lies in the labyrinthine dance halls of Korriban's icy mountain caves. A string of scenic caverns each host unique performances from dancers or musicians. There, in the anonymity of the crowds, people dance. Each chamber hosts its own contained sonic environment, carefully isolated in order to prevent noise from bleeding into neighboring spaces. In one cavern, for example, pulsing beats echo off crystalline walls, drawing crowds to a vast floor where dancers lose themselves to primal rhythms. In another, ethereal melodies and ghostly lights drape across slowly swaying bodies.

Around each chamber, performers push themselves in feats of skill and daring. Aerialists swing from silk ropes high overhead while acrobats and contortionists move to mesmerizing symphonies from bizarre stringed instruments.

Beyond the cave's entrance and exposed to the freezing air of Korriban's mountain-top nights, participants can enjoy sprawling mountainous views, ice sculpture gardens, and gazebos with open fires welcome reprieve from the tunnel's stimulation. Whether joining the flow of dancers, marveling at the performances, or seeking a secluded place to enjoy the night, this will be an event to remember!​

DEAL ME IN. High above the bustling dance chambers, housed in a different yet adjacent series of crystalline tunnels, the sabacc lounge offers a very different kind of attraction—and one which requires a very different kind of performance, too. Gambling! The caverns here are dimly lit, their walls draped in dark fabrics, and standing space heaters create pockets of warmth.

Sabacc, the galaxy's most infamous card game, is simple in its allure but rich in strategy. With each round the sabacc pot grows, bets are placed, the stakes rise, and you stand to get that much richer. Will you test your cunning and luck, or simply watch the drama unfold as fortunes shift on the turn of a card?​

Sabacc in Star Wars​ Often played at high stakes, the goal of sabacc was to win the sabacc pot by collecting a hand with an absolute value closest to 23, but no higher. A typical sabacc deck comprised 76 cards (60 distributed in four suits plus 16 special cards), all of which had a specific value. Players take turns in sequence, deciding to hit or stand. After all players finish building their hands, all cards are revealed. Results are compared, and winnings are paid out accordingly.​ ​ ​

RULES​ SETUP​ Draw your opening hand! Roll a 20 sided dice. The resulting score determines the starting value of your opening hand. If you roll a 20, you've been dealt the "Idiots Array," a winning hand! See Winning for more details.​ TURNS​ Each post, you have the option to HIT or STAND. Once a player stands, they have chosen to keep their hand and can no longer draw cards. Players may hit until they reach a score of 23, they bust (their score exceeds 23), or they choose to stand.​ Hit! Draw a card. Roll a 6 sided dice and add its value to your score. Stand! Keep your current hand. Once everyone has finished drawing cards, reveal your hands! WINNING​ A player wins by:​ Having the highest score, without exceeding 23. You're dealt the "Idiot's Array," a winning hand! LOSING​ A player loses by exceeding 23 or having a lower total than the other players.​ ​ TIE​ If two (or more) players with the highest scores tie, the player with the least cards in their hand wins. If players are still tied, the bet is returned and no one wins the pot.​ ​

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Everything You Need To Get Started:

• Darth Dance Revolution [OOC Coordination]
• Getting Started at Kor'ethyr [LFG Thread]

Kor'ethyr Faculty:

• Darth Caedes
• Madrona A’Mia
• Zal Aditi

Signed Up:

• Abishai Jade Diarch Reign Diarch Rellik Lady Nightmare Lady Shadow Maiza Vex Tamsin Graves Viers Connory Naamino Zuukamano Madrona A’Mia Leshanna Revna Quinn Varanin Domina Prime Akhuul Sautra Lyssara Thrynn Chasianna Micah tol Powl Gavin Vel Srina Talon

 

[Domina Prime]

When marimba rhythms start to play
Dance with me, make me sway
◈
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more

Kivah

Open​

LOCATION: Korriban | The Crystal Caves
OBJECTIVE: Dance Dance Revolution

The crystalline glow of Korriban's moonlight bathed Prime's ship as it descended toward the icy mountain caverns, where the Sith's grand event was already stirring the night alive. From her quarters within the vessel, Dima stood before a tall, polished mirror, her four arms busily rifling through the wardrobe before her. The xeno's tail swayed in nervous agitation, the tip rattling softly like a percussion of her indecision.

"X9," she chittered, holding two flowing garbs against her body. One was a deep violet adorned with silver filigree, the other a dark, shimmering fabric that seemed to drink in the light. She shifted her gaze to her droid assistant, her mandibles clicking in uncertainty. "You think this one, or—like—this one?"

The droid, hovering with its usual efficient calm, tilted its mechanical head, examining the options with a precision Dima couldn't muster. "Considering you typically wear FULL Beskar armor," X9 began in its clipped, matter-of-fact tone, "why not try something a little more...liberating? I'm certain all the boys would love to dance with you."

The suggestion caught Domina off-guard, a bright pinkish hue flushing through her azure scales as she glanced down. The sharp-toothed smile she wore faltered into a flustered expression, her claws twitching in bashful excitement. Cute boys trying to chat her up? The thought was foreign and thrilling all at once.

"R-really? You think so?" she cooed, her voice soft and almost girlish as she snatched the dress X9 had recommended. Without much further thought, she darted off to the adjoining room to change.

The violet silken garment hugged her body in a way no armor ever had. A skirt-like train draped from her thighs, its slits cut daringly high to expose the dark, scaled musculature of her legs. The top she wore was fitted to her torso, emphasizing her broad, powerful frame while offering a rare glimpse of her rippling abs and toned arms. Jewelry adorned her scaled shoulders, shimmering in the light as though to remind her she was more than just a warrior.

Stepping back to the mirror, Domina hesitated. Her talons raked nervously through her snowy white hair as she examined her reflection. The image staring back at her was...strange. She wasn't the monstrous Mandalorian the galaxy had learned to fear, not with the salacious slits of her dress and the playful, shimmering fabric accentuating her raw power.

Instead, she looked—dare she think it?—beautiful. Like a princess from the fairytales she used to scoff at as a girl.

Her claws clicked lightly against the edge of the mirror, her lips twitching into a shy smile. She giggled softly, swishing her tail in excitement, but as quickly as the moment came, she shook it off with a sharp inhale. Grabbing her mask from the counter, she slipped it on, the familiar weight settling her nerves. She wouldn't step out entirely exposed. Not yet.

Adding her own personal touches, Domina clipped armored shin guards to her legs, the beskar gleaming defiantly against the softer silks. On her arms, she fastened metal bracer gauntlets, etched with ancient Mandalorian runes that bore the weight of her clan. These small pieces of armor were her comfort—her anchor.

Finally, the ship touched down. The ramp lowered with a mechanical hiss, and Domina squared her shoulders, adopting a strut that belied the jittery excitement she felt bubbling beneath the surface. She strode down the ramp as if it were a red carpet, the music from the caverns drawing her in with an almost magnetic pull.

Her taloned feet met the rocky ground, and as the ship lifted back into the night sky, she was left standing among the gathering crowd. Sith of all shapes and statures filled the area, their dark robes and elaborate attire marking them as powerful and enigmatic figures of the galaxy.

Domina, towering over many of them, scanned the scene, her tail swishing with restrained delight. A group of Sith acolytes nearby turned to gawk, whispering among themselves. Her azure claws lifted in a coy wave, her sharp smile hidden beneath the mask as she drank in their reactions.

With the cool night air on her exposed skin, Domina's confidence began to rise. She wasn't here as the monstrous warrior of Ha'rangir—she was here as Dima. For once, she allowed herself the luxury of anticipation.

The music thumped in the distance, beckoning her to the deeper chambers where the night promised freedom, rhythm, and perhaps something more. With a final inhale, Domina Prime began her descent into the heart of the Sith celebration. But first, she'd take her time, letting the thrill of the unknown wash over her as she stepped into the den of wolves with a predator's grace and a girl's quiet excitement.

"Wow, pretty lights and even prettier girls! Mmnf, pretty boys too~" She chittered to herself in amusement as she drifted past different crowds and such while on her way to the glimmering crystal caves.

 

[Darth Hemorpheus]

The Lord of Life had come to Korriban in a state of mind most broken. He knew life, which he sought to weave by the power of the Force was not subject to be confined, it would break down walls and spread forth its wings. He never considered that this would be his own fate. The invitation to join an event of merriment and mirth was perhaps not in harmony with his mind, for he felt riven in half inside and yet.. he had to be there. The Sith were hosting this event and He was a Darth, perhaps self proclaimed that he was. He took the title more as rite of passage, to show his devotion to the dark side and his idol, Darth Plagueis. Though in his years of research, he had seen the Sith had delved deep into mysteries he sought to wade in, they dared, no dained to take seriously the power they held, whereas the Jedi, were afraid and that was understanable. To explore the depths of the Force and its connections to life and death, and beyond, had the potential to fracture souls not sturdy, not stalwart enough to handle the shattering of what they knew, what was comfortable dogmas.

The Sith Code was a lovely set of maxims that described the truths of the darkness, how passion was the path to breaking chain, not peace. Though the final line of that code, "my chains are broken, The Force shall free men," posited exactly what Hemorpheus was knocking at in his experiments, at some point one would be broken from bonds, the tethers of this world and see fully the Force unmasked. As one had said, "we see dimly through a mirror, then we shall know fully." Hemorpheus had put all his efforts towards this end, this final Odyssey, and he had come very close, so close.. and then the chaos of life shook his world and forced his hand to set out among The Sith Order. Here at the very home of Sith tradition, where the tombs of dark lords lay buried, he would find himself in his own sarcophagus, shaking it till he was buried and reborn anew. The Lord of Life was not certain if he would be accepted, having been in hierachy of The Diarchy, however, he had not come to be assert a place at the table, only to preserve the table. He had come for them, not to gain something. To offer his aid, his knowledge, and his strength as they all traveled on ship of this Great Mystery. He had in common with them bled kyber, the dark side of the Force, and his devotion to Sith culture and treachings. He hoped that would be enough.

At the caves he took a place outside, looking at those mountains of frost, feeling the cold on his naked face, for he had since discarded his mask, the one that he wore in his past role, that many knew him so. His long red hair flowing in the wind, a server, a chrome droid with glowing yellow eyes held a serving tray with sparkling champagne. Crossing his arms in his blood red armor, he began to think of Anastarsia who he had made her choice, and he is, the two rent asunder by the Chaos of this Life. That was the greatest fissure in his broken heart, the woman he had loved going her way, and bidding him fare well with a kiss. Turning from the crowd forming to look over some snow banks, he shed a tear, which became as ice, there marking his face with the mourning.

 

[Eira Dyn]

Outfit: Dress
Tag: Kaila Irons

It had been a long time since Eira had interacted with Kaila in a more social setting, she was more aware of the lack of communication and for the young Sith acolyte, that was now becoming an issue. She was not thrilled with it no longer being something that was her choice and decided that she needed that she needed to make more effort. Whenever she met Kaila, while there was the direct connection to Carnifex and the knowledge that she was gaining from Kaila, there was also a comfort in being with someone who was not a competitor in the academy. Eira would never admit it to anyone, including herself, but she wanted Kaila to be around more often.

That might have been why she was glad that the Sith were reuniting more as a single Order instead of the previous Kainite division. It allowed Kaila to be closer to Eira.

Deciding to make an effort with her dress, make up and hair, Eira made sure that she looked the best she could while spending the time with Kaila this evening. She spent money on a new dress, had studied videos on how to braid her hair in a stylish fashion that would make the long dark locks perfect to dance with.

It was all an expensive that she enjoyed, Eira was not one that was against getting pretty and enjoying a night away dancing. It gave her time to analyse others and see what she could learn about people merely by watching them from afar.

For tonight though, her focus was on Kaila. She entered the dancehall and moved towards the bar, leaning over the bar and ordering herself a drink as she waited for her date to arrive.

 

[Revna]

Dress​

It appeared that Revna had arrived back on Korriban with her young charge just in time for the Academy Dance that was to take place within the next few standard days. There was enough time to get Abishai Jade registered, even though they were part way through the school year, and for the first time in a very long time, Revna had a use for the absurd amount of credits she had been hoarding away over the past few years. The credits flowed as she paid for tuition fees, bought him new sets of clothes that he liked and chose for himself - as well as getting him a couple of tailored outfits for such occasions as the upcoming Dance.

Revna also chose this time to spoil herself a bit too. It had been a few years since her first, and last, dance - and not once had she ever had the chance to truly dress up for anything. She was a Sith warrior; she often wore her Sith robes, or her armor that inevitably became splattered with blood and who knew what else. She hadn't even worn a dress when she danced with the wintry Empress, Srina Talon . But this was a time to show a different side of her, a side that she often felt shy in exposing or expressing.

She could almost hear the scoff of her late Master, telling her that she didn’t need to show or even acknowledge her noble heritage. Though He disliked it, it was still a part of her, and it was something she wanted to embrace for once.

The dress she found was perfect, and when looking in the mirror at her own reflection - she saw a woman changed. No longer was she the shy, nervous young woman fresh from the shackles of slavery. Now - fiery eyes of a Sith who had undergone trials that would have destroyed most, stared back at her. The eyes of ambition, of hunger, and the dominating will to exist in all her might and power. The gaze of pain, of loss, of wisdom and shrewdness.

She wished Darth Strosius could see her now, as she was. He had been one to help create this creature of lethal, and beautiful, darkness that stared back at her. Would He be proud of her? Even with all the mistakes and missteps she had made, she had learned from them all. And not only that, she had lived through it all.

And she would carry on, and become the Storm of the Dark. In time… in time.

Taking a deep breath, Revna reached for her most sacred possession with black gloved hands - the little glass vial of ashes given to her by her dear friend, Lina Ovmar , radiating with potent Dark energy and a presence that was not her own - and draped it around her neck. Her Master may not have been there with her in the living world, but she would bring Him along in spirit. No doubt, He would have hated every moment of it. At least, in this manner, she wouldn't have to hear His grumbling and complaining - though given what had happened, she supposed she would have sold her soul in order to hear His impassioned lectures one more time.

An elegant choker of obsidian, gold, and dangling eye drop rubies - the colors of the House of Marr - was also wrapped around her neck, concealing the more ugly scars that had been left behind by a prong slave collar. It wasn’t that she was ashamed of her scars, but she rather liked the choker and chose to wear it for the occasion. And to finish off her look for the evening, she had a servant help create a silver-streaked braid crown around her head that elegantly draped down the back of her head and shoulders, along with her free flowing, raven-hued locks. She then lined her eyes tastefully with kohl and painted her lips red, like the color of freshly spilled blood.

Pleased that she looked at least somewhat presentable for the Dance, Revna made her way from her personal quarters within the Palace of Vardin to collect Abishai, before making their way towards the location of the Dance, nestled within the icy and chilly mountains of Korriban. Here, the cold was certainly far more biting than it was down below - but she found it to be rather pleasant and soothing, taking the pain that the cold might inflict upon her, and transforming it into a dark radiance of power that mirrored the energy given off by Korriban.

No doubt, Abishai would feel that power; Korriban was soaked in the energies of the Dark Side, of the past, of the dead. It was unlike anywhere else in the Galaxy, and part of why it was still so sacred to the Sith. And it was why Revna felt at home here, even if the planet was a desolate wasteland bathed in the cold red light of a dying star.

Upon entering the area of the caves, the atmosphere of lively song and dance began to filter through to her and the young, blond haired boy beside her. Her ember gaze landed on him as she gave him a quick look over; she didn’t know what his life had been like before she had found him, dying within Sith space. She didn’t know what kind of life he had experienced while with the Jedi, and didn’t know if something like this was abnormal for him.

A small smirk tugged at her lips as she looked away: it was in the nature of the Sith to jump into the deep end. One sank or swam within their domain; there was no in-between. And it would be the same for him; she would do him no favors, if she coddled him or held him back from things that might be scary.

But, she could still offer some caution; of course, it would be on him to follow her caution or not. There were consequences for everything, the good and the bad.

“I am not going to babysit you while we are here; but I do expect you to at least behave yourself, somewhat. If any of the chaperones that are present tell you to do something, go somewhere, or not do something - then listen to them. That is all I ask of you. Oh, and please inform me when you are leaving or heading back to your dorm for the night.” She said to Abishai, indicating with a hand to the entrance where the rest of the students of the Academy would be. “Now go and have your fun.”

She would watch as he departed, before turning and heading further into the beautiful caverns, filled with their ice and crystals. People from all over had gathered here - and not just the Sith themselves, to enjoy dancing, food and drink, and rounds of Sabacc. Moving with the grace of a huntress, Revna made her way towards the bar to order herself a drink, before finding her way to a lounge to relax for a moment and simply take in the scenes around her, keeping her eyes peeled for any faces she might know.

Maybe the King himself, Darth Caedes , might show up here; if so, maybe she could try convincing him to share a dance with her.

Or perhaps one of the myriad of individuals present would sweep her away to have fun, to dance and share in the rituals of the past. And for the first time in a long time, Revna forgot that she was a prisoner, a captive, of her enemies. She was simply happy, and felt joy at the freedom that had been so graciously extended to her. For now she had the chance to truly live and enjoy what it meant to be alive, if only for a short while.

 

[Kaila Irons]

Location: Bar
Wearing: Dress​

Tag: Eira Dyn

An invitation from Eira Dyn was... surprising. Why now of all times? When Kaila's heart beat in sync with another? The last time they had spoken was, ironically, on this very planet. A dusty old tomb far across the frozen desert, a place where the co-conspirators could make their exchange in private. Is that what it was then? Had Eira simply simply used the young sith lord to learn her powers and then leave...?

Of course it was.

She sighed through grit teeth. This was simply the way of sith after all, Eira had simply taken advantage of an opportunity. Kaila made it easy for her, and then she left, taking a piece of her heart with her, never to return it again. It was her own fault, for trusting her fellow sith.

She would not make that mistake again.

Darth Anathemous steeled herself with a deep breath as she approached the bar, golden eyes aglow with the dark side scanning the area with feigned apathy until she had spotted her.

Yet what she found caused her brows to raise as Eira leaned forward, waiting for her drink. Where Anathemous had worried of sending the wrong message by showing as much skin as had in wearing this dress, one of her more modest choices even, Eira clearly had no such concern. It hugged her figure well, deliberately leaving little to the imagination. Yet there as an air of class to it's angular design of black fabric and fringe which made the governor of Echnos wonder for but a moment if Eira had stolen from her wardrobe. And the pose... it reminded her of those little gestures the acolyte performed before.

Was she truly so naturally seductive or had she been deliberately using the sith lord's preferences against her all this time?

Kaila closed her eyes a moment, trying to think of anything else. Perhaps she should be approaching this situation as Eira was... All business, an exchange between two sith. She had important news to share anyway, it would be better to focus on their alliance and how they might better scheme against her master.

"Eira Dyn..." she said with a feint, practiced smile.

"Truth be told I wasn't expecting to see you again, but I've news to share so I suppose the timing is fortunate. Perhaps you can regale me with tales of your own as well...? I'm sure you have plenty by now."

 

[Akhuul Sautra]

Primary Tags: Darth Caedes Karala Midwan | OPEN
Acknowledgement Tags: Revna Kaila Irons Eira Dyn | OPEN
Location: Korriban Mountains
Objective: 1 - Darth Dance Revolution (Chaperone these kids trying to engage with culture)
Music:

Spoiler: HERE

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The cave was registered to be cold, but I scarce felt anything at all in the metal frame that housed my soul. I remembered these caves from eons ago. Life was simpler then. The galaxy was not so connected, and the Sith ruled a world filled with constructions projects rather than ruins. It mattered not now. This was what I hoped for in this time. My people's culture seemed to be as alive and well as these self-proclaimed heirs to it could make it. If not for Darth Caedes, this event would surely be a mockery of the ancient ways.

My staff would clink along the ground as its end hit the stones as my metal feet strode with unnatural stability. From my robotic waste and above, it appeared as if I glided. My digital mind would calculate each movement and each aspect of my surroundings sensed by my ocular receivers. "Chaperone" is what it was called. I guess I had to watch and ensure culture was upheld, from what I was told. Only recently was I hired to lecture at the academy. It seemed my new allies and employers saw fit to have me here to be part of this event's oversight. Such was fine by me. So far, this attempt at upholding my people's culture did not terribly disappoint me.

I would keep my strides and presence to the periphery. Occasionally, I would give curt instruction to these younger Sith. I would pass by one whelp trying to emulate an ancient traditional maneuver I knew well. The footwork was sloppy and too flowing. I would yank his foot with the head of my staff. He would not be injured if he did not struggle. "Pronounce your movement, whelp!", I would say in the ancient tongue, "The Jedi flow. Sith fight! The Jedi bend. The Sith display strength!"
I would say my remark by performing such a move in the true fashion. The movement was harsh, but strong. It showed flexibility and power. With a flourish of my metallic cape, "As such, you will honor your proclaimed ancestry." The young Sith boy could only stare confusedly as I seemingly glided away with calculated strides.

I then saw a face like that I had been unable to for eons. I saw a face of crimson that belonged to one of my own kind. A face that I could only see any likeness to it in my spiteful meditations as I relived ancient memories while plugged into my throne. "You carry the blood of my people in your veins.", I said in the ancient tongue once more, "I pray to the ancestors you know the tongue of your heritage." It was then I saw this face was a woman's. Intriguing. It gladdened me to see my kind had not be erased like many are now lead to believe. As I awaited her return, my mind calculated all my surroundings. The movements accounted for. The light sensed despite me not needing to see with it. The temperature still cold like it was in the times I had flesh. The music, loud. Schemes, being made.

 

[Madrona A’Mia]

Ethereal as first fallen snow upon crystalline desert sand, drifting like a mixture between mist-wraith plant and some aquatic luminescent jellyfish adrift in the night air, A'Mia floated toward the event. She moved with a serene expression upon her face, wide eyes soaked in the sight of all those visitors new and known to her. Gatherings like this were a veritable feast for her mind, the way that so many Force users in particular bent to Weave where they went about their evening. The strange woman did see one figure who was instantly recognizable and impossible to miss. Domina Prime

"You look radiant and deadly as ever, Dima. Good of you to remind us all that there is a lovely lady beneath all the beskar."

Her voice was cordial and sounded earnest, but the neti didn't slow her eerie glide. She needed neither pathway nor to worry about navigating the crowds given how her many limbs spidered from beneath her living gown and propelled her around or over obstacles with a stilted gate. The gown was of her own design and fit tightly to her currently exaggerated hourglass form. The fabric was made of re-shaped flower petals, kelp, algae, and various other plants, all dyed in an opalescent wintery color the glowed in low light. She also wore a jeweled necklace, but was otherwise unadorned, her hair flowing loosely down her back and free from its customary vine braids.

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A'Mia passed, circumvented, or teetered over many others at an impressive pace thanks to her alien ambulation. Upon entering the dance chambers proper, she spotted someone familiar from her temporarily towering height. She approached as she watched Revna shoo a boy off, no doubt encouraging him to mingle with others his age. A'Mia shrank down somewhat when she neared the woman, peering at her intensely from a height of about seven feet.

"You've chosen to equip yourself bravely, haven't you. A powerful look for a powerful person," A'Mia noted brightly, referring to the bold and beautiful dress the woman wore, the smile on her lips never once reaching those unusual eyes.

"Have you found your stay here on Korriban engaging thus far? It certainly seems that the King is intrigued by you."

Her tone held no malice and in truth she was curious. She did not perceive Revna as a threat per se, but nor had she written her off as harmless. A'Mia wasn't quite clear about how the young woman fit into the grand scheme of things.

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[Abishai Jade]

He had lucked out. Massively. The first week of this new 'school' thing and he was having to go to a dance? And Revna paid for everything? It was almost like it was scripted. It was too perfect. But still, Abishai found a reason to be dissatisfied.

She didn't want him to get into any trouble. That was essentially what she had said. Do what you are told. Be well behaved. Tell me when you go home. Keep me in the loop about everything. It was a little too constricting, just like the collar on his over tailored attire.

Abishai was wearing something that was a mix of soft and course fabrics, dark grey and near-obsidian black. The heavy black cloak over his shoulders felt stiff, but he had liked it that way. It almost felt like a cocoon.

Revna for her part looked alright. His sponsor was a somewhat attractive woman, but Abishai had not found that distracting. Compared with the people he had grown up with, Revna could have passed as one of the attendants, or maids. That was nothing to be scoffed at, for sure, but it was also nothing of any particular note either. In fact, this was about as long as Abishai had spent thinking about the matter since meeting her.

"I will be a well behaved little Sithling...master," he said with sarcasm dripping off every word. Sarcasm was a pretty new addition to his weaponry and was applied with all the subtlety of a Wookiee on ice skates. Also, he had found she reacted poorly to him calling her master. It was fun to watch her squirm.

He did not wait for any correction that might come his way. Instead, he pushed towards the door with a wave that was almost dismissive. If he hadn't made it a habit to thank Revna for her investment in him you would have thought him rude. He was not that uncouth. He had been taught manners.

And off he went to the dance. He was going to boogie with the best of them. Or, more likely, he would brood in the back corner of the place and not talk to anyone. What else was he supposed to do when the only person he knew here had just told him to go away!? At least she better have a good night. It was probably going to be an utter bore for him.

It was the first time that night that Abishai was wrong. Because the moment he entered the dance hall, he found himself entranced by the high flying dance artists that spun about on silk cords high above him. "Wow..."

I mean. It wasn't that impressive. He had seen better on Taris with his mother that one time. But still, he could not take his eyes off the woman high above. Looking where he was going though, that might have been a better idea.

He tripped, over a tail? Yes, it was a tail. He confirmed it as he fell to his knees. He bounced back up to his feet quickly, face flushing red. The serpentine being he had tripped over turned about and scowled at him. "Watch it ape," the thing hissed.

"Watch yourself," Abishai spit back.

The reptilian being coiled and rose higher, looking down on the blonde young man. Abishai did not back down though, the red of his cheeks now from the fire of defiance that rose in his chest. "You are new here so I will give you a chance," they said through razor-sharp looking teeth.

"Rt'eun vah ran'bin'he'asas," Abishai said in Cheunh with a tone that sounded passive. The words though were anything but.

His opponent looked confused, but eventually settled with being placated. As he slithered away, Abishai smirked and went back to watching the woman high above him on the silken line. Now she was beautiful.

Maiza Vex - fyi
Revna
@OPEN - bully me please

 

[Viers Connory]

//: OPEN //:
//: Mentions //:
//: Lucette //: Srina Talon //: Lunaria Talon //:

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"Are you sure this looks okay?" Viers asked worriedly as she looked in the mirror. She hadn't worn anything beyond her monk attire, whatever street clothes she had on, or the Jutrand uniform. The slim-fitting suit made her shoulders look more square while slimming her waist. Viers twisted, looking at her backside as she stood in front of the mirror.

Reassurance came in the form of a small Echani girl give or take Viers' age. As time progressed at the academy, Lunaria had opened up slightly to the Corellian. It was nice that Viers could learn snippets of her Father's culture. A shy smile of acceptance spread on the girl's face; at least one person appreciated the attire chosen. Looking back at herself in the mirror, Viers, for the first time, wished she had a mother and a father. At least they could help her guide her through the turmoils of being a teenager.

Light fingertips touched the contours of her face. Each dip and curve of her face was her and maybe features she received from them. She was a creation of two people who loved each other enough to want to bring life into this universe. Thoughts wondered who they were, why they separated, and if they had ever loved her. Visiting Lucy had stirred up the emotions that she had long buried. A warmth ignited in her core, having people who looked upon you with care - wanting to know about you. A sad smile spread across the Corellian's lips as she lost herself in the mirror.

"Was I wanted?" she whispered softly to herself.

//: wearing //:

Lucky for Viers, she didn't have to take the public shuttles to Korriban. Srina, the Empress of the entire Empire had decided to bring a select few students from Jutrand to the Korriban academy's dance. Viers fiddled with the device in her lap, turning it repeatedly. She had been waiting for a message that told her that Lucy was also going to the dance. Despite the Empire and the Commonwealth having ties, Viers found herself at times too busy with the academy or Lucy herself too busy with things to see each other.

The trip passed faster than Viers remembered the trip to Korriban. They had suddenly arrived, and she was being dragged off the shuttle. The blur of the whirlwind of the decor went over her head as her eyes quickly darted, scanning the different faces of the gathering crowd. Several of the students she had never met before, she wondered if they had been at the couple of events she had attended with the Korriban academy. The bright smile on her face started to fade as she found herself in the middle of a crowd of people she didn't know, and the person she had hoped to show wasn't there.

Viers looked down at her device as she shoved her way through the crowd of dancing teenagers till she found a spot against the wall. She leaned on the wall and ran her thumb against the touch screen, scrolling through their shared, consistent messages. Smilies and other emotes were shared, and there were even future plans. Though as she read through, there was nothing about the dance - maybe they had talked about it over a holo call? Trying not to think about it too much, Viers reassured herself that the princess was running late.

Doing her best to push the thought of the other girl from her mind, she watched others as they arrived with their dates. Maybe she should have met Lucy at her castle? If they had arrived together, there wouldn't have been a question about whether she would show up. As the thought appeared in her mind, Viers' fist found its place between her brow as she punched herself, "Stop thinking." she grumbled. Couples paired off in front of her, while others stayed in groups. Viers suddenly felt lonely. A hand ran through her brown hair as she gripped its strands tightly, trying to focus on the feelings that threatened to consume her.

Ever since leaving the hellscape of the Netherworld, everything had gotten so complicated. She should have stayed; at least there, she only had to focus on surviving. Back in reality, Viers had to juggle the pains of growing up and feeling the heaviness in her chest.

She dug out the device again, looking at the time and seeing that some had passed, but there wasn't a message from Lucy. Her head moved up to look through the crowd again, but there was no sign of the girl, and even through the Force, she couldn't feel that familiar brush of her presence. Viers' vision began to blur, and she blinked quickly to try to focus her sight. She wanted to make sure to see who she was waiting for. As her eyes blinked quickly, suddenly, her cheeks felt hot and wet. Her vision didn't focus, and her hand rubbed the wetness from them and her cheek.

Was she crying?

Her hands couldn't stop it, so the girl resorted to wiping her sleeves against her eyes, hoping it would stop the tears. Why was she crying? Was it because of the overwhelming pressure on her chest?

Viers pushed her way back through the crowd, wanting to go somewhere that wasn't near the music or out in the open. She found a small crack near the front that was wide enough for her to hide her face. Placing her face in the cold crag, Viers found some relief, but the tears continued to fall from her face. A hand slapped the hard, cold stone, and she groaned, trying to stop the emotions and the physical pain she felt. Why was this happening?

Nothing made sense.

Pulling away slightly, Viers looked at her device and quickly sent a message to Lucy. As much as she wanted to ask the burning question, she just asked what the girl was up to.

Her face found its place back in the cold crack of the wall, where she continued to try and deal with the feelings she had never felt before.

 

[Karala Midwan]

DARTH DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION

Karl had come to Korriban to make pilgrimage. This was the world of her people, and she longed to set eyes upon it once more. The Dark Lords were observing an ancient customn, the Dziaissas Akcij, the Joyful Move or Dance of her people. Already she saw acolytes trying from texts to get it right and failing. One in black mantels, a boy was failing before one who had armor with what appeared to be rig cage with fire showing forth in it like a forge. A most unusual being, though as she passed, her head adorned with a hood, and her Third Eye, and ruby skin exposed, he addressed her in a curious fashion, "you have the blood of our people in your veins." Her eyes like flames fixed on him, an figure of iron declaring that he was one of the Pure, he challenged her to speak in the tongues of the Ancestors, and she obliged him,
"Nu Gaben Tave Kraujas, Tave Kraujas iv Tave Lord:. Kuris Jenga Tu Buti?: I carry the blood, the blood of the Sith. Who might you be?"
To speak the tongue of her people on her homeworld once more caused her to enter a state of rapture, her head buzzing with the sounds of long ago, when her Clan would beat the drums of Droma Kass, and chant in the deep guttural tones before the sacred Pyramid. That seemed a lifetime ago. A world she feared was no more, and then to see this.. procession, this attempt of the Dark Lords to preserve the traditions of her people.. well it was double edge saber, it meant they had not been forgotten, it also was salt in the wound because they were the cause of that, interbreeding and weakening of the pure made them vulnerable to the pogroms of the New Republic and the Jedi.

The cold did not phase This Pure Blood, for she had long slept in the chilled pod that had brought her to this millennium. It had been the design of a loving father, and a last measure to try and save the species from extinction. For she had a womb, and if she could find a mate, they would be able to seed the race of Purity once more in the galaxy. This was her chief aim, that and The Reclamation, the retaking of her people's culture and traditions, to expose that the Dark Lords had taken their birthright, the name upon which they called themselves, and painted it upon their religion and power. Though she had to be careful, her people had learned to placate and appease these warlocks whom the Jedi had caste off long ago, they were strong and did not give an inch. If she was to succeed, she had to play the part, come to court and appease their appetites', though perhaps in this Strange Figure she might have found someone who would be amenable to her secret ambitions. He claimed to be of their blood, she would find out if that was true.

TAG: Akhuul Sautra

 

[Tamsin Graves]

Outfit: Dress
Tags: OPEN

Nervously Tamsin walked in the hall between each of the chambers, what was she even doing here. She barely knew anyone here and she was getting all dressed up for this event to impress no one. It wasn't so long ago she was scrubbing floors in Blougah the hutts palace so he could through one of his lavish events that she never got to be apart of. Now she was seemingly getting dressed up in fancy clothing and going to balls, spirit festivals, and this danceathon thing.

She felt so out of place, even if she was slowly growing into her own among the sith. Still this world was way to big for some former slave girl. It was sensory overload, but she was managing to keep it all together somehow, maybe it was her curiosity and sense of wonderment that kept her mind from breaking.

She moved through the hall past chambers she could feel vibrations of music coming from though the first few chambers didn't appeal to her ears. At least maybe she might find something that was her style an expression of her inner self. Well not too deep inside herself that was where the spirit slept, it had been oddly quite as of late. Made Tamsin wonder if it was waiting for something or gathering its energy to fully possess her.

There was no point in dwelling on what its plans were for her though. If she lingered too long on it, she might just flake on this whole event. She needed to socialize and meet people; she could just be hanging out with her master all the time. There was Lyssara too though she wasn't sure if they were friends or just acquaintances. As she walked further down the hall, she heard a chamber that seemed alright and turned into it.

She wasn't sure what to expect as the music blasted into her ears and the strobe lights pounded to the beat. She saw bodies grinding and writhing on the dance floor, her dark eyes widening as she just watched all the people letting loose. She felt like a small fish in an ocean at that moment.

 

[Eira Dyn]

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Outfit: Dress
Tag: Kaila Irons | Viers Connory

Eira could sense some familiar faces in the dance currently, there was Viers. One of the highest ranking members of the academy that she met with. Even trained with Viers once. It was quite the experience since all her charms were going over the poor girl's head it seemed. As she ordered her drink, she felt the presence of Kaila as she walked over to Eira. Eira felt her hips shake to the beat of the music as she allowed Kaila to approach her, seemingly unnoticed.

Leaning back up to stand fully to attention, Eira smiled as she saw that Kaila was looking pretty amazing. The dress was nothing to complain about at all. Being bold in the moment, she stepped closer to Kaila and gave a small kiss to the Sith Knight. "Hm. News can wait till after the dance, yes?" Eira asked, wanting to focus on the enjoy of the moment. "A drink?" Eira offered.

Her senses were attempting to focus on Kaila to ensure the other woman knew the amount of interest she felt but there was a sadness she could sense in Viers. The fellow acolyte rarely seemed to be the sad type of woman. It was strange and Eira felt bad that she was not able to go offer some comfort.

Instead, she decided to use her telepathy and send a message to Viers. Hey, if your date fails to arrive, come find me and I will ensure you have a dance that make you forget the fool who will regret not being here. Also, there's meat at the food table and I heard you were a big fan.

Eira then felt able to turn her attention fully back to Kaila, "a dance then? Enjoy the night to the fullest that we can?" Eira smirked and winked to Kaila.

 

[Maiza Vex]

Outfit: Suit | Sneakers
Tags: Abishai Jade | Open

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Would they even believe their eyes if they saw her right now. They all probably would have thought the animal would just wear trash bags to this event or an orange jumpsuit. Instead, she wore what looked like a red field generals' outfit with some comfortable sneakers. Now they were probably asking themselves where she got this outfit from, if they guessed she stole it they were right but from where she wasn't telling. Though the sneakers were gift of sorts, payment for services owed more like extortion.

Then there was the cane in her right hand with a sleek golden handle. That was a old family heirloom or so her father had told her, most likely it too was stolen just not by her. It also had a few nifty tricks about it that she might try to pull tonight. It was good to keep the prison guards on their toes, and didn't want them to get too soft. Tonight was about one thing; Maiza had heard there was a crown on the line. Not the one she really wanted to steal but that would come with time, this was a test run.

She just had to get her eyes on the crown first though before she could put a plan into place. Of course, she could just try to get the crown the old fashion way by trying to win hearts and minds via a popularity contest but that seemed too boring. That and it took way too much effort you had to socialize and pretend to be friendly. She could be friendly or at least force people to think she was but again that just lacked style to her.

She was casing the joint the music thumping in the air, her head bobbing slightly to the beat. As she was walking, she was nearly ran over by a lizard looking mofo who hissed over his soldier at someone. "Excuse you…." The lizard just kept on his way though not even acknowledging her. She, however, did followed his sight line to a pervy little boy about an inch shorter than her. The boy was looking up at some scantly clad woman in a silken dress.

The woman was gorgeous, then again who wasn't around here. Which made her wonder if she would run into pretty boy Iskendyr Yvarro , she seemed to run into him all the time as of late. She shook those thoughts from her mind as she once again locked her sights on the pervy little boy which gave her a bright idea. "Oy, boy did you pay to look at one of my girls?" She blurted out with pure confidence in her voice towards Abishai Jade . Even going as far as to point the end of her cane towards him.

 

[Kaila Irons]

Location: Bar
Wearing: Dress
Tag: Eira Dyn

Eira neared closer and closer until Kaila froze upon realizing that she wasn't going to stop. She kissed her. She kissed her after everything? It made sense the longer she thought about it, for the young darth had never mentioned Ala Quin to her before, how would she have known not to take this approach anymore? But how could she have informed her when Eira continuously ignored her?

What do I do? What do I do?!

She had to say something, didn't she? She and Ala had confessed their feelings in the cave, that made them... official, didn't it? Even if she wanted to take Eira back after all she'd done, was Ala even the sharing type?

"a dance then? Enjoy the night to the fullest that we can?"

Kaila blinked, the rest of the conversation having gone by unnoticed in her panicked state. She continued like this for a time, glaring in something similar to horror at nothing and no one in particular until the music slowly began to fade in and light register beyond the cloudy haze.

"We... need to talk." she managed after a time.

Kaila swallowed and turned to her after a time, remnants of that distant expression still marring what should have been a joyous face as golden eyes drifted down upon the smaller woman, their corrupted glow faintly visible in the dim light along the dance floor's edge.

"...we have for a very long time."

Her voice soft and quiet, but not in a loving way. It was frail, summoned from a heart that had cried red tears so many times that one had to wonder if there was anything left for the sith to bleed from her.

Yet it broached no argument.

"You don't get to leave me on read this time. Not here."

 

[Lucette]

Avalonia, Dosuun​

Lucette fidgeted with the hem of her black and purple gown, its flowing fabric catching the soft light of the terminal as she paced impatiently. The dress was perfectly tailored, accentuating her figure while maintaining an air of elegance befitting the evening's event. Her hair was swept into an intricate updo, with a few stray curls framing her face. Despite her polished appearance, her expression was anything but calm.

She tapped her foot rhythmically, glancing at her chrono for the third time in as many minutes. "Ancients above, I told him to be ready hours ago!" she muttered under her breath, her tone sharp and clipped. "But no, Kaivaan had to get lost in another one of his books. Honestly, he's worse than Ser and Thea combined."

Her grandmother Fiolette sat nearby, her regal demeanor unmarred by her granddaughter's frustration. She raised an eyebrow as she observed Lucy's pacing. "Perhaps if you hadn't thrown books at him, he might have been ready sooner," she said dryly, sipping from a glass of red wine.

Lucette whirled around, her eyes narrowing. "I was encouraging him! He wouldn't even move until I started aiming for his head. And even then, it took Uncle practically dragging him out by the arm to make any progress!"

Across the room, Serrah snickered, clearly enjoying her sister's plight. "You're awfully worked up, Luce," she teased, leaning casually against a pillar. "Maybe it's because you're trying to impress someone? What's her name again? Oh, right, the Corellian."

Lucy's face turned a shade of red that matched the icy mountains of Korriban. She turned on her sister, pointing an accusatory finger. "This has nothing to do with Viers!" she snapped, though the heat in her cheeks betrayed her. "This is about not missing an event I traveled halfway across the galaxy for!"

Serrah smirked, folding her arms. "Sure, sure. But if you happen to bump into her tonight, don't forget to mention how long it took you to get ready. Very impressive."

"Enough, girls," Aerys's voice cut through the banter like a blade, calm yet commanding. She walked over, her Marine's uniform impeccably pressed as always. "Kaivaan is ready now. The shuttle's waiting. Let's not turn this into an interstellar incident."

Lucette gave her mother a grateful smile, smoothing the front of her dress. "Thank you, Mother." She turned to her grandmother. "Tell Uncle I owe him one for hauling Kaivaan out of his book-induced stupor."

Fiolette raised her glass with a faint smile. "I'll be sure to let him know."

Kaivaan finally appeared, looking slightly disheveled but presentable enough in his formal attire. He adjusted his collar with a sheepish grin. "Sorry, Lucy. I got caught up in my research—"

"Not. Another. Word." Lucette cut him off, pointing toward the exit. "Move it. Now."

With a dramatic sigh, Kaivaan followed his cousin toward the shuttle, leaving the rest of the family chuckling behind them. As they boarded, Lucy took a deep breath, willing herself to calm down. The flickering lights of Korriban awaited them, and she wasn't about to let Kaivaan's tardiness ruin her night—or give her sister any more ammunition.

After all, Viers might be there. And that, definitely, wasn't why she was looking forward to the evening. Not at all.

Eventually.

Viers Connory | Taeli Raaf [For Amusement]​

 

[Iskendyr Yvarro]

Iskendyr reclined in his shuttle seat, the hum of the engine a steady undercurrent as he sipped from a crystal glass of Dosuunian cider—diluted with just enough water to appear respectable. His white and gold uniform shimmered faintly in the shuttle's soft lighting, the tailored fit perfectly accentuating his regal bearing. The red cape, lined with gold trim, was draped over the armrest, lending him an air of unbothered elegance.

The flickering holo-display in front of him played the latest episode of KraytDragon Z, a CorelliaDigital production that he'd been meaning to catch up on. He wasn't fully focused, though; his thoughts wandered back to Ozzuk Thren. The Trials had been grueling, but what stuck with him wasn't the survivalist gauntlet—it was the people. He wondered if the kids he met back on that derelict... Maiza, Micah, and Naami would show up tonight. If they did, he doubted the night would remain uneventful.

A shrill beep interrupted his musings, and Iskendyr sighed, setting the glass down with a faint clink. "Always when I'm relaxing," he muttered, tapping the comms button. The screen flickered, and the familiar face of his cousin Luce appeared, looking distinctly flustered.

"Iskendyr, we're running late," she said in one breath, her frustration evident.

He raised an eyebrow, already anticipating what came next. Before she could explain further, two more faces popped into view: Vikar and Aleya, Kai's siblings, each vying for the spotlight.

"Oh, let me guess," Iskendyr drawled, folding his arms as a wry grin tugged at his lips. "Kai got lost in one of his tomes again?"

"It wasn't just the books," Vikar interjected, grinning. "It was flying books. Luce had to hit him with one to get him moving."

Aleya smirked. "He had it coming. One minute, he's all 'just a little more research,' and the next, we're an hour behind schedule."

Iskendyr chuckled, the sound deep and warm. "Such are the faults of Sith-kin. All that power, yet no sense of punctuality. You'd think with the Force, someone would've invented a chronometer they couldn't ignore."

Luce groaned, visibly exasperated. "Next time, I'm riding with you, Iskey."

His grin widened. "Oh, Luce, I'd be delighted. But only if you can manage to be ready on time. I do have standards, you know."

Her indignant sputter was cut short as Iskendyr raised a hand, his smirk as polished as his uniform. "Relax, dear cousin. I'll save you a dance. Assuming, of course, you can make it before the night ends." Ancestors preserve him, his family was exhausting.

Ending the comms, Iskendyr leaned back, picking up his glass and taking a measured sip. His thoughts drifted again as the anime resumed. The vibrant colors and dynamic battles of KraytDragon Z played out before him, but he found himself pondering what awaited him on Korriban. The ancient Sith traditions, the dance floor, the political intrigue—it was all a stage, and he intended to perform spectacularly.

As the shuttle began its descent, he glanced at the reflection of his pristine uniform in the glass of the viewport. The light of Korriban's icy mountains shimmered in the distance. A faint smile graced his lips. Whatever the night held, Iskendyr Yvarro would ensure he owned it.

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Accompanying Naamino Zuukamano

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Naami had brought the Cat Carrier around to the entrance, where servants seemed to be falling over themselves to park the Darth's speeders, but Seven scoffed at the notion of valet parking.

"I'll just park myself, thanks," the onboard pilot droid declared flatly. "Better yet, I think I saw a car wash three blocks back. I'm due for a spa day. Particularly after Crash-Lord parked me in the desert. I swear I've had sand in my hinges for weeks."

And so, with that, their ride summarily left them at the entry.

The cat had settled on a long-tailed coat with a high collar and electrum foil accents that supplied intricate designs. Subtle frills at the neck and sleeves added a vintage touch. Still, he wore short pants because Cathar legs were meant to be wild and free. The entire ensemble was of his own tailoring. And with Professor Madrona A’Mia in attendance, he'd wanted to show off a little.

Well, maybe more than a little. After all, he was on the arm of one of the Sith's most eligible Iridonians.

...also the most broody. But he could work with that.

"So, uh..." the cat began, still awkwardly trying to find words to ask the other boy to dance. "Did... did you want to see any of the aerial acts?" he asked, diverting into what he hoped would be a small diversion while he tried to find his courage.

 

[Naamino Zuukamano]

Accompanying Micah tol Powl

So much had happened in a few short weeks, so much conversation and introspection, more than a little confusion on Naami's part about what Gavin Vel seemed to be implying about feelings. All of which was happening between increasingly rigorous course work. Naamino's mind felt like it was buzzing with bizkian hornets and recently when he thought of trying to untangle the mess of advice he'd received from a few trusted sources, his chest felt tight despite the fact he finally had better fitted garments.

The zabrak was hitting a height plateau, at least for now, after his rapid growth spurt and bulking out a bit. Diarch Reign had seen to it that he was well outfitted for not only the dance but for school as well. Gone were the days of borrowed fatigues and hand-me-downs from Kor'ethyr's student resources program. With his mentor's generosity, he arrived to the dance in finer clothes than he'd ever worn in his life.

Synth-silk layered robes with well tailored form fitting pants beneath, subtly colored after the general Rakghoul House palette and given the final touch of gold embroidery along the neck line. The boy even wore dress boots, still fit for winter but a far cry from the dirt and sand kickers he normally had on. Naami had also sheepishly asked to partake in a cultural tradition of adorning his horns for the occasion. He'd been fitted with several gold rings in an asymmetrical pattern, and on the opposite side wore a gold cuff on the shell of one tapered ear.

All tension and uncertainty temporarily fled when he'd first seen Micah, icy blue eyes melting a bit unbeknownst to him. The drive to the dance had been fun even, with more than one unnecessary turn to take a better route for speeding and taking corners too fast. The teen's stern demeanor returned as they made their way into the dance. Neck tense, eyes discerning, and with a faint scowl that seemed to be his unfortunate "on mission" resting face.

His expression softened marginally as his gaze was drawn to his companion. Naami gave a nod, setting his shoulders back a bit.

"Good idea, scout this place out a bit and get the lay of the land."

It was clear from his tone that somehow he was still treating this dance with the same seriousness he reserved for exams. The bump and flow of music, the low roar of people talking over it or singing along, the light shows and overall atmosphere was incredibly overstimulating for the zabrak, but he had to admit it was far preferable to the cacophony of war.

Naami put a hand on Micah's shoulder as they made their way, a silent and unconscious way of grounding himself. He leaned a bit nearer so he wouldn't have to holler too much.

"By the way, those are some nice clothes! Did you seriously make all that?"

 

[Abishai Jade]

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It took him a few moments to realise the comment had been aimed at him. When he did finally pry his eyes away from the dazzling aerial display, he found himself to be addressed by a youth not barely much taller than he. Being taller would not normally have been an issue, but this girl seemed to already look down on him. It was a shame that fate had granted her the stage on which to do so.

His judgmental gaze assessed her quickly. She was dressed well enough to be a business person rather than a student. Her facial tattoos were certainly unique themselves, but having tattoos on her face was not uncommon here. In fact, the only thing truly unique about there was that of their colour. All in all, she could be what she claimed, but she just looked too young.

He smirked. It was one of those smiles that rich, entitled brats gave when they had an idea about how to rib it in. It was one of those smiles that said, "I am better than you, and now I am going to prove it." It was a smile that Abishai was very good at, and one that had gotten him into no small amounts of trouble.

"Why yes. I did. In my tuition payments. Did you pay for those clothes? Or did you find them under your grandmother's bed?" He said with barely a hint of bother.

He smiled. And turned to walk away. The Zabrak's attempt to claim ownership over the aerial artist had rather sullied his impression of the dancer's beauty. Guild by association perhaps?

His attention was taken by a group of performers that gesticulated almost in sync with one another. Their slightly offset rhythm was timed in such a way that it made it look like waves, and motion.

"Fascinating..."

Maiza Vex
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