Election Night Party (Fringe+Kiskla)

[Aran Finn]

Alen finished his smoke with a few power draws and headed back inside, passing @[member="Lord Dissero"] on the way. Incidentally, the man was asking the victor of the duel about Vaapad Lessons ... there weren't many subjects that Na'Varro would offer advice on to someone he didn't know. Vaapad Lessons were an exception.

"Poison created in the deepest depths of Hell itself by alcoholic children. I'd stick to beer if I were you." His low voice, influenced by years of Dark Side use and the abuse of alcohol and smoking, intoned deeply. He then acknowledged @[member="Rave Merrill"], throwing her a thumbs up. "Nice moves out there, slugger. I'll sink my next coldie in your honour. Speaking of which..."

Alen realised that his hand was mysteriously empty. He was one of those guys who preferred to be clutching something during times like this. Something cold and hard ... like a glass of beer!

"I'm off to the bar. Evening to both of you.."

 

[Darth Vazela]

| @[member="Ashin Varanin"] |

The Dark Master moved through the crowds towards the Grand Admiral, hands clasped within his sleeves. When he arrived in the vicinity of Ashin, he asked, "What is this election for, if I may ask?"

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The whole battle was rather interesting to say the least, but it had ended as he had expected. While Circe was a Sith Master, she could not stand up to the power that Rave possessed, and thus the fight had ended without any surprises. What did surprise him was watching that damnable mouse droid slink away into the shadows with one of Circe's arms into one of the ventilation shafts, to which Kaine ominously peered down and muttered, "I'll never understand that droid." under his breath. His voice came out feminine in accordance with his illusion form, which made it all the more convincing. He then turned away the vent and returned back down into the election chamber, and grabbed himself a slice of cake that was yet unmolested and began to munch on it silently back in his nice and dark corner.

It was better than he had expected.

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member="Kitt Solo"]

The thread with Daxton Bane hadn't concluded yet, so it was still up in the air whether Hannibal had come out of that encounter unscathed. Fortunately Hannibal had absolutely no idea he was jeopardizing his continuity by being here or that, at any moment, he could vanish from existence pending the results of that unconcluded thread. If Hannibal had such knowledge, he would be a very nervous man. He decided to not address that sentiment from Kitt.

"Two million's only enough t' cover ya medical bills afterwards. It ain't worth it."

Hannibal was aware of the prestige that could arise from such a capture, but he'd rather be alive and anonymous than dead and infamous. And even then he'd only be infamous for a couple of years or until the next Gulag Plague. Terrible risk-reward factor. He couldn't understand why Kitt persisted.

"I wouldn't go near that bounty with a supa-star destroya at my back." He surmised, watching as a disgraced and brutalized Circe was escorted off the roof. "You oughta drop it 'for he kills ya."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Vilox Pazela"]

The slightly tipsy dictator cleared her head with Detoxify Poison.

"Seats on the High Council, Vilox," she said quietly. "To sit alongside Sargon Vynea and Jared Ovmar. I would have thought you'd be running. I'm retiring, you see -- if I like the High Council's composition after this election, anyway. I've built what I needed to build, and there are now...some interesting options."

 

[Darth Vazela]

| @[member="Ashin Varanin"] |

"I have no interest in leading the Confederation at this time. I am currently happy with my position." He smiled a moment before asking, "You'll have to tell me more about these options."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Vilox Pazela"]

Ashin nodded. "Once this election concludes and the new way of things begins, meet me on the Coldharbor over Silver Station. I'll show you a thing or two you've not seen before."

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien watched as the fight came to a decisive conclusion. He watched as Circe was carried off on a repulsor, then he returned down stairs. He found his servant at the base of the stairs "It's a good job it wasn't urgent" Lucien hissed "come with me I need to sit down" He said. He walked back to Meret's table and took a seat on her left side offering his good left hand, His servant knelt beside him and began to clean Lucien's cut right hand. He turned to his fiance "Sorry I had to go Darling there was a Kaggath and duty demanded I be present, I shan't be going again I don't think." He said gently squeezing her hand.

His servant now began pulling the shards of crystalline glass from Lucien's hand. He grimaced and squeezed Merets hand before quickly apologizing. He tilted his head back and waited for the results.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

"I've got you, breathe for me." I whispered into @[member="Meret Blackmoon"]'s hair as my fingers wrapped around her hand and I felt that centre she talked about. Stunned, I am. Stunned like a grapefruit in the kitchen watching @[member="Bundori "]grab Mommy's Chainsaw. Meret's emotional patterns are levelling out and it all seems to be going better than I'd expected for a giant fight with a plant-mutant-monster from outer space and @[member="Rave Merrill"]. There's cake and sugar and expletives flying around, and then finally @[member="Lucien Cordel"] comes swaggering back in demeaning and proper. All my empathic imprints receive are swathes of sentiments I have no definition for. I back the frell off, sitting on Meret's right. 'Bleeding woe betide, girl. Breathe. What's with the emotional shatter?'

The moment her mind goes to hell hits me like a physical slap in the face with a hand made of ice cubes. My gut wrenches, the delight and centring calm shatters for confusion and fragmentation. I want nothing more than to pick up and leave. I offer a wave and nod to Lord Cordel, "I would offer my hand, Sir, but I'm no sadist. What with the glass and all. Anders Sivas. Medic, among other things."

My voice is tight and controlled, wound around a burning ember telling me to run. Why? I've done nothing. I check my data pad and grimace. "Pardon me, Meret may I see you for a moment? It's about the campaign." I stand up and offer Meret my hand, my eyes are bearing into her, flickers of the mutual calm in with the tumult of kaggaths and cake dragons.

 

[Meret Blackmoon]

Meret rolled her eyes as she had no sympathy for Lucien. "All this in fighting is so childish. If they could work together, they would be so powerful. I don't understand. We are a faction, an educated technologically advanced faction, not a warring tribe that has an alpha male and a beta trying to take over. It sickens me to see such a pathetic waste of talent." With that Meret with drew her hand from Lucien and thought:Where were you when I wanted a simple kiss on my lips? Meret excused herself and followed Anders as she was curious to hear what he had to say.
"Anders? What information do you have about the election?"

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien turned to Anders "I had a glass in my hand, Rave screamed and the glass exploded into my hand" He said smiling weakly then his wife to be addressed him first physically then mentally "I couldn't agree more My darling but someone who was still in posetion of their faculties had to be there" In answer to her mental question he stood up his hand half bandaged and knelt in front of here. "Sorry about that" he replied mentally as he leant in to kiss Meret. For real this time.

 

[Meret Blackmoon]

"Not in public darling...excuse me there seems to be some election news." Meret followed Anders.

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien was slightly taken aback and backed away sitting back down. He struggled to understand courtship sometimes. He put his hand back in place and the servant continued. Whilst his servant tended to him, Lucien silently monitored his wife's thoughts. He could sense that perhaps Anders wanted something more than friendship from his wife he wanted to make sure the feeling wasn't mutual.

 

[Kitt Solo]

@[member="Hannibal Oryen"]

"Yeah, well, you're also not the one sexually attracted to said bounty," with a lopsided grin, she tipped her drink back and set the empty glass back on the bar-top counter. With her accented-tone it was hard to tell how much of the comment was meant as a joke. Going after Shorn was a rush. It had something to do with her addiction to the force-mumbo-jumbo power hunger thing.

Yeah, try explaining that one to your mentor.

"If, say, you were going to go near that bounty, how would you do it?" Chestnut-brows rose as she looked at Hannibal, gaze pausing on the scene between @[member="Lucien Cordel"], @[member="Meret Blackmoon"], and @[member="Anders Sivas"]. A caramelized chuckle left her lips. "What are we on, a Soap Opera Holovid Reality show? If I didn't know any better I'd say there's a spark between our medic and the Gentlemanly Snob's lady friend. I hope our only medic doesn't end up dead."

 

[Lord Ghoul]

The searching @[member="Sargon Vynea"] felt a conflicted presence, seemingly deep in concentration, outside the convention room. Probably somewhere in one of the nearby offices.

Meanwhile, Shorn simply stared at @[member="Kitt Solo"] as the girl appeared and shoved food through his incorporeal face. The girl's eyes seemed to drink him in hungrily. Mikhail smirked, then turned back to Sargon, ignoring the 'bounty hunter'.

He watched appreciatively as Rave gave Circe the beating that apparently many thought she deserved. Shorn hadn't had many encounters with her. Plants weren't his type. Speaking of... Pale eyes saw @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] enter the room. The Doppelganger's mouth twitched, his cocky demeanor wavered for a moment. He felt as though a hand had wrapped around his heart and squeezed. Unbidden lavender-scented memories passed through his thoughts. Disturbed, Shorn shoved them out.

"Cya around," he said to Sargon. Without further notice, his form evaporated.

Mikhail Shorn reappeared next to Kitt Solo. Right next to her. Pale blue eyes like daggers of ice seemed to pierce into her soul. They were filled with a mischievous light.

"I hope our only medic doesn't end up dead."

"Funny," Shorn said, voice dripping with a sardonic tone, "I was thinking the same thing. You might need him if you keep it up."

@[member="Hannibal Oryen"].

 

[Isar]

Faenrovon ate the cake @[member="Kitt Solo"] offered in a single snap. As a reward for her courage and kindness he decided not to eat her too.

 

[Carré Inirial]

Graceful, measured steps carried the woman inside, where the buzz was all about the battle that had taken place up on the roof of the building. Carré lofted a brow at some of the stories flooding the air and wondered why it was that she'd missed one more fascinating and vulgar display of power. There was other drama to be had, of course, as any gathering of this magnitude was bound to produce, but that too involved people and relationships she was wholly unfamiliar with.

If she were to be honest with herself, she would be forced to admit that there was still a great deal she did not understand. Then again, when one takes a five hundred year nap, one misses a few things...a few people...the Knight carefully smoothed out her shimmering sweater in an effort to calm her swirling thoughts behind carefully erected shields.

She shook her head before entering the main party space, sauntering over to the bar to take a seat. Tarnished silver eyes took in the sights before she gave her attention to choosing a drink. Dissero was somewhere nearby, her senses told her, with the familiar taste of his power echoing against her shields. She tactfully brushed her mind against his by way of greeting, shifting on the barstool she'd chosen.

"Vaapad Lesson...double in a glass, please."

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member="Kitt Solo"] | @[member="Mikhail Shorn"]

Hannibal choked on his drink when Kitt declared her lady-boner for Shorn. He wouldn't comment on that either. To each their own, even if their own was a super-powered psychopath that looked like he belonged in some romantic drama aimed at teenagers. Then again, Kitt was like, what? Thirteen? These were the things Hannibal did not bother himself with. He regained his composure, swallowing down that mouthful of Vapaad Lesson. At least now she was asking a question he could tangibly answer. Strategy talking for bounties was always something Hannibal was game for, even if he had been discouraging her from pursuing said bounty not several moments ago.

Hannibal followed Kitt's gaze over to who she had described as their medic and a gentlemanly slob. Hannibal was not terribly familiar with any of them and confirmed this when he said: "I ain't got the slightest idea who any 'a those mooks is. Now, lissen'-"

Before the Fondorian could continue his lecture on how to choose a proper bounty and the principles of a cost benefit analysis chart, the subject matter appeared directly behind her. It was like a blink. It was a blink. One moment, there had been a distinct absence of Shorn, now there was one more than Hannibal could tolerate. The surprised cyborg gave an abrupt warble of surprise before nearly falling out of his chair. Of all the bounties in the world, why did she pick one that could do that? Why couldn't she pick a drug kingpin or something? It had to be the space ninja.

 

[Meret Blackmoon]

Meret's thoughts were known by most in the party. She hated having no privacy. Her head was about to explode. If everyone knows what you are thinking then why ever talk or sing or kiss? If this is evolution there was something very, very evil about it. She glanced towards Lucien and then saw Kitt Solo looking at her and Anders. Meret shot her a thought: It's none of your damn business, troll. Meret held onto Anders' hand his energy was the only thing keeping her calm. Lucien just did not understand Meret's simple character. She mentally spoke to Lucien. Spying on me darling? We won't make a scene, your friends are so important to you.

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien ignored her to reply would be to admit guilt. He was however quite shocked that she had seen him he was normally so ... subtle. His face didn't show his shock though he kept the same grimace he had worn since sitting down. His friends were however very important to him but so was his wife's love. His hand was sore and he was drunk to add to his issues he had been summonsed to a meeting after the election.