Faction Grand Jedi Ball - Open to Jedi + Jedi Sympathizers

[Eloise Dinn]

Location: Ballroom
Wearing: xxx
Tags: Diogo Talon
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"Geez, is that how you say hello?"

Thankfully he was laughing. It was funny, yeah. Not at all embarrassing... "No, no," she replied. "I'm sure I could think of a better way to do... that."

Nailed it.

He accepted her offer to get him a new drink. She looked around for a bar, but instead spotted a serving droid carrying a tray full of drinks virtually identical to the one he'd been holding. Grabbing two glasses as it passed, she held one out to him, feeling compelled to apologize again. "Sorry."

"I'm Diogo," he said with as much nonchalance as he could muster. He extended his hand. "And you?"

"Eloise." She shook his hand. "Nice name you've got there, Diogo. Where are you from?"

 

[Sazo Vass]

Tags: Open

Sazo smoothed out her black dress for the umpteenth time as she entered the grand ballroom of the Dantooine Jedi Temple, a little self-conscious. By nature she didn't attend galas, balls, and generally resplendent events like this because...they didn't have them in Haruun Kal, and for the past year (had it been a year?) she had been Coruscant...a little bit before the invasion, so mostly Selvaris Enclave. So, when the call went out, she took the plunge.

Sazo looked around the room. Master Ran Serys was in conversation with a Jedi she had never met, as was Aris Noble with Zaiya Ceti . Wait, no they were...dancing. And Aris was smiling. Sazo smiled and gave her friend [and his date(!)] a wave, before continuing to scan the room. There was Eloise Dinn - she hadn't seen her since that mess on Myrkr- with another Jedi she'd never met and...well, that was it.

She snuck a glance at Master Serys to see if she was watching, and surreptitiously glided around the dance floor, to the bar. The bartender stared at her expectantly. "Um...your best Vardosian red", Sazo mumbled. The bartender stared a bit longer, then shrugged and poured it for her. Nodding in gratitude, the Korun youth took a sip of her wine, as she began people-watching.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"It would be good to talk to some of the newer Jedi. Being couped up in the office with all that paperwork hasn't let me do much at all with meeting the others in the Order. Hmm.."

Something he'd need to fix, going forward. Right now though, he nodded his head to Valery. "I've done what I can to help with that, yeah. Not just because he's Thurion's son though. Someone important to my sister is someone I can't help but trust." Even if things hadn't worked out between him and Nida Perl , there was no doubt in his mind that she thought of him as a good person. The type of person he'd trust the protection of his pregnant wife to.

He glanced to the figure that was stopped before snickering and giving a nod. Too many drinks indeed.

"Jedi rarely get a chance to let loose. Let's hope that doesn't bring with it any crazy incidents."

Valery Noble | Thirdas Heavenshield

 

[Briana Sal-Soren]

Outfit: XoXo | Equipment: Lightsaber, Echo Stone | Tag: Open
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It was strange attending such an extravagant event that primarily involved Jedi.

Briana had been to plenty of galas and sumptuous parties in her life, but usually those involved dignitaries or members of the nobility, with some scattered Jedi throughout. It was a breath of fresh air, in a way, to attend an event with so many lightsiders, not to mention that it gave her the opportunity to see the Enclave on Dantooine for herself… although it did make it a little more difficult to pick out the people she knew from the crowd with so many Force presences nearby, and had thus spent most of her time wandering alone.

Not that she necessarily minded; Briana didn't often have the time to be alone with her own thoughts for very long these days, and it was peaceful being able to meander and take everything in without being interrupted for this reason or that.

For the night of the event, Briana had braided her hair over her head in one of her signature crown-like styles, with the exception of a black ribbon made of shimmer silk tied in. It was simple enough, but gave her look an extra ‘pop’ without being too over the top. She didn’t think the Jedi would care if she was dressed to the nines or not, and had opted to go with an outfit that, while fashionable with its sleek lines and delicate fabric, was not as eye-popping or over the top as some of the other pieces stuffed away in her closet.

Which was just as well — she hadn’t come to this event to dance the night away or try to dazzle, she’d mostly come to attend the conference. Briana wasn’t sure what all that would entail, but in the least, she could listen, observe, and maybe come away with a new perspective she’d never considered before.

Grabbing a wine glass from a passing server, Briana moved from the main floor and towards the direction of the gathering crowd.

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[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Red Dress

Valery chuckled softly as she watched Thirdas expertly block an overly eager attendee from approaching. The shake of his head and the sheer presence of his cybernetic arm had been more than enough to send the individual retreating in defeat. "Efficient as always," she remarked lightly, her voice carrying both humor and appreciation. "Though I suppose too many cocktails would make anyone bold enough to try their luck."

As they reached the top of the stairs, Valery glanced around at the growing crowd of Jedi and allies gathered in the upper floor’s conference area. The energy in the room was vibrant, filled with anticipation for the evening’s discussions and festivities. It was a good reminder of how important nights like this were — not just for the Order, but for the connections and camaraderie they fostered.


When Kahlil brought up Jedi letting loose, Valery’s smirk widened, and she gave him a playful nudge. "Oh, maybe I could let loose tonight," she teased, her tone carrying a mix of mischief and warmth. "Soon enough, I’ll be waddling around and barely able to fit into a dress like this, so I might as well enjoy it while I can, right?"

She let the playful moment linger before giving his arm another affectionate squeeze. "But don’t worry, love. No crazy incidents from me tonight. I’ll save all my chaos for when the little one is kicking my ribs at three in the morning."

Her tone softened as she turned her attention back to the crowd, her presence poised yet approachable. "For now, let’s mingle a little before the conference starts. You should meet some of the newer Jedi — maybe even recruit a few to help with all that paperwork you’ve been buried under." Her smirk returned, her teasing directed now at the thought of her husband delegating.

"And Thirdas," she added, glancing toward the Colonel with a small, appreciative nod. "Thank you for keeping an eye on everything. You make it look easy, but I know it’s not."

Kahlil Noble Thirdas Heavenshield | OPEN!​

 

[Roman Vossari]

Lightsaber: X | Talisman: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Open

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Roman finished his drink, the cool liquid doing little to quell the rising warmth in his cheeks. He turned from his spot at the table, gazing over the balcony once more. The vibrant ballroom scene below seemed to shimmer and sway, a kaleidoscope of light and movement.

As he leaned further over the railing, peering down at the dancers and revelers below, his world began to spin. A dizzying sensation washed over him, and he gripped the edge of the railing. He quickly righted himself, flipping back around to the table, his face a mixture of confusion and embarrassment. He surveyed the small high-top, a scattering of empty glasses littering the surface. Chit, how many had he actually had? They were practically handing out the drinks like water. A wave of realization crashed over him -- he needed food, something to absorb the drinks.

Just as the thought solidified, a server approached, and Roman quickly grabbed a small plate and another drink from the man. "Thank you, thank you," he muttered profusely, piling his empty glasses onto the server's tray with an almost manic energy. He needed to regain his composure, and food was the first step. Refocusing, he stuffed his face with the small savory bites, hoping to ground himself. But the food alone wasn't enough, he needed a chaser, a way to wash down the sudden onslaught of food.

The sudden hush that fell over the conference room drew his attention. Everyone had turned to the entrance, their eyes following the ascent of two figures up the grand staircase. The Noble's, his mind supplied, recognizing the pair. Roman's eyes widened in a sudden surge of panic. Chit again! He wouldn't want them to get the wrong impression of him.

Despite a sudden, almost overwhelming urge to wander, to strike up conversations with anyone and everyone, Roman fought it down. He stayed within his little bubble of the conference, observing the others, a careful observer amidst the sea of swirling robes and curious gazes. A small, nervous smile played on his lips, a subtle acknowledgment of the escalating chaos within himself and the unexpected turn the evening had taken. He hoped, perhaps somewhat desperately, that the food would be enough to steady him.

 

[Jack Wright]

Taking a long, refreshing sip, Jack smacked his lips at the aftertaste of the punch, and found it... Meagre. Wasn't bad, but nothing to write home about for a traditional, fancy party.

Settling himself at a table, the young Knight continued to observe the festivities, noting the variety of Jedi and allies walking around, mingling if not participants of the dance floor. The night was young, he could bide his time, hoping someone might come to him rather tha opposite. Inwardly, the youth nearing his thirties had still frozen up.

Socializing... Wasn't his strong suit. Asking one of the many beautiful women at present for a straight-up dance would be... Nightmarish. Baby steps, Jack, baby steps...

 

[Aris Noble]

"What I'd give up? That doesn't sound as fun. How about a bet instead. First person to step on the other's toes has to do one thing the other asks of them." He couldn't think of something he'd give up as a loss, but this at least would delay the thinking part of the bet. When he'd win, then he could think about it. There was no denying that deep down Aris was as competitive as Zaiya was, even if he kept a calm expression throughout.

But she'd feel it. The competitive edge. If she'd been practicing to keep up, then, she'd be able to follow the dance he pulled her along onto. Hand in hand, out stretched. One hand on her waist. It was a very formal kind of dance, but as royalty it was one he'd been taught. But unlike the first time they'd danced like this, when they were younger, Aris wasn't stiff or robotic. He was flowing, smiling and confident.

Simply put, he was having fun.

Zaiya Ceti

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

OBJECTIVE ONE: THE DANCE
Interacting with: Aris Noble

"You sure you want to do that, Your Highness," Zaiya quipped, her tone light but threaded with just enough challenge to spark their usual playful banter. Her skin shimmered faintly, a confident impish sweep of deep cyan and gold painting her stripes like the bold patterns of a Bha'lair ready to pounce.

That determination, however, wavered the moment Aris's hand settled on her lower back, the warmth of his touch sending a tiny electric pulse down her spine. The pressure was steady and sure, guiding her closer for Aris's sensitive nose to catch the faintest whiff of her own hyacinth scented shampoo.

Zaiya's breath hitched. Oh. They were dancing close again - - really close. Her hand found its place on his shoulder, while his fingers curled gently around her other hand. When he smiled at her, that easy, confident grin of his that practically oozed charm, her heart skipped a beat so hard she knew he heard it.

Swallowing against the sudden rush of heat, Zaiya focused, willing her knees against the urge to trip over her own feet. Losing the bet immediately? Yeah, no thanks.

"I've won all bets so far - - height doesn't count!" She immediately chirped out! She wasn't about to let him outshine her, though, and her bioluminescent stripes rippled in defiant brightness.

As Aris began to lead her into the rhythm of the dance, Zaiya's body instinctively mirrored his movements. The music and his proximity gave Zaiya a rush of giddy, fluttery joy and excitement. Nerves were waning amidst Aris's quips - - although the more he'd look at her, the more she flushed in pleasure, ever brightening in vibrancy over her skin as if feeding off the energy it gave her.

 

[Aris Noble]

"Sounds like you're scared to loose if that's the case. Almost like you don't want to break that winning streak." He fired back, smirking as he watched her. Aris could feel her focus and determination, her attempts to keep from tripping up to avoid loosing the bet right away. Even though she tried to get him to give up on the idea, she was just as serious as he was to win. So he didn't slack either.

The dance itself was straight forward enough. He kept the lead, all smiles and joy as he kept pulling Zaiya along with him. He wasn't making it easy for her not to mess up her footing, but it wasn't as if he was trying to make her mess up. Just the dance, at it's fullest and most enjoyable.

"Do you have an idea on what you'd ask if you won?"

Zaiya Ceti

 

[Diogo Talon]

TAG: Eloise Dinn​

She wasn't laughing, clearly not finding it funny. "You alright? Didn't twist an ankle or hit your head or anything?" His tone stayed playful, but the concern in his eyes was genuine.

"Thanks," Diogo said with a cheerful nod, carefully taking the glass, doing his best to avoid brushing her hand and adding to the awkwardness. He swirled the drink thoughtfully. She seemed genuinely sorry and he felt bad. "Don't worry about it. It's just a drink. I'm sorry about your hair and dress and stuff."

He considered toasting to 'ballroom safety' or something, but thought better of making a joke at her expense. Instead, he held his glass up, nodded, and took a sip.

"Thanks, Eloise," he said, mirroring her intonation. "I'm from Niamos. Outer Rim. Beaches, overpriced drinks — a paradise for yuppy Inner Rim tourists." He smiled at her. "And you? Where do purple haired troublemakers come from?"

 

[Lily Decoria]

Outfit: Dress
Tags: Open

A Grand Jedi Ball seemed an interesting idea and it being on Dantooine was a chance for Lily to visit the world. She did not think she had been to the world before and it was always a great opportunity to explore new places when attending events such as this one. Her Master Briana Sal-Soren was also attending though she was going to the conference, Lily had decided that she would have more fun attending the dance, getting a chance to interact with others and enjoy a dance or two if she got the chance.

Lily was sipping a glass of red wine while she looked around, there were familiar faces attending and she knew there were other Jedi she would know attending the other events going on. Seeing the faces that she did not recognise was enjoyable and Lily was keen to meet new people all the time. As she was sipping her wine, one such unfamiliar face approached her. It seemed that he wished to dance, Lily smiled politely and accepted the offer. She enjoyed dancing, especially more formal dancing styles that occurred in a ballroom setting.

"What type of Jedi are you aiming to be?" Lily asked, as they began to dance.

The man smiled, "a consular, something exploring the mysteries of the Force. I am not a keen fighter personally." Lily nodded her head, mentally unsure how she felt about it. She did not wish to force others to fight but it was also so culturally important to her that hearing others not enjoy it or even disapprove of it felt weird.

"I am sure there is plenty to learn about when it comes to the Force. I heard there are nexuses in the Force, even here on Dantooine, could be interesting to explore." Lily mentioned, attempting to maintain a polite conversation as they danced.

"Oh definitely. I have been to several and they are great help in my studies on convergences in the Force." The fellow Jedi mentioned as he continued to talk about his studies and the importance. Lily attempted to follow the conversation best she could but her mind drifted from time to time since it was a field of study she held little interest.

An issue of having hyper fixations, she struggled with her concentration when it came to topics that did not prick that mindset.

 

[Jack Wright]

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(Tags: Open)

Absent-mindedly twirling his inactive saber above the index finger, Jack continued lounging at his empty table, cheek rested on the propped fist. Starting to get a little bored, only observing. Though it seemed that idle observation than gathering the courage to find someone was starting to pay off.

When he saw a platinum-haired beauty in the midst of her own waltz, alongside some other Jedi. An Echani, Jack noted, the skin and natural hair colour telling, honestly surprised to see one given combat was their game, not ballroom dancing. Nevertheless, he had no complaints.

With a small smile, Jack could tell she was trying to stay interested in whatever her partner was spouting off about, a flicker of amusement shadowed his expression. Ceasing the twirl and gripped his lightsaber hilt, Jack didn't see any harm in at least admiring the beautiful Jedi from afar, provided in a manner that didn't come off as creep-esque.

If she caught his look, he'll just simply look away. Simple as that.

 

[Sen Kai]

Objective III: Moonlight Meditation

TAG: OPEN

Sen had come to this gathering of diverse followers of the Light. He had come in hope of seeking some solace, to train himself to purge great pain that was wrought beneath the Twin Suns. Here in this tranquil place, a grove lit by the moonlight, his Sacred Robes soaking in the blues and bright whites as if he himself was mirror. His mask reflecting a still pool of water upon which he knelt and bent his legs into a sitting position. There the water was as silver, reflecting the great luna above him. Reaching out with his arms he began to center himself, a drop of water rose from center of the still water and then fell back to create rings that spread out, voices began to come with a wind,
"Sen! Sen! Yodurea! Yodurea! (The Child)"
There was sound of blaster shots that echoed across the ripples and the voice of another,
"They are animals! Slaughter them all!"
The pool began to shake violently, the edges of rings rising as microwaves that beat the sides of the rock as Sen tried to go further, to explore this weight.
A raspy voice said,
"If you love these animals so much.. you can die with them Mando!"
Blaster shots echoed once more.
Suddenly the water of the pool spouted up as geyser before the Mandalorian who felt himself lose control and he tipped over just as the waters fell back down.

Sen felt his body shake from his helm to his boots, he drew away from the waters that now had returned to stillness and took shelter beneath the great gnarled branches of a tree. He threw his cloak around him, his back pressing against the trunk which made the branches sway from the shake of his body. Sen had never felt the dark side save in the memories that he had stirred, the actions of phantoms haunting him. As a Mandalorian he was sworn to avenge those he lost, as a Jedi to find a way to process the loss and find some measure of healing. Then there was his Tuskan charge, as the last of their tribe he was tasked with keeping their traditions alive.. he grabbing the woven cloth of his robes, said a prayer in the Tuskan Tongue as he leaned against the wood and began to remember a different scene, one that was beautiful, the day he had met her at the Well...

 

[Jack Wright]

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(Tag: Lily Decoria )

...Kark it, what did he have to lose?

Gathering some much-needed, very needed, courage, Jack pushed himself from his seat onto both feet, and strode over the dance floor with purpose. Blue tux swaying a little, even as he fought off every anxiety attack currently wrestling in his brain. It was one thing to casually flirt with other Jedi on a daily.

Here was another level.

Clearing his throat on arrival, between the Jedi Echani and her companion, Jack offered his most disarming smile, hazel eyes focused more particularly on one over the other. Asking with his best charm, "May I take over?"

 

[Lily Decoria]

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Outfit: Dress
Tags: Jack Wright

Lily had observed that someone was watching her the moment his gaze focused on her. She did not let on that she had spotted his observations though, Lily was more interested in seeing what he would do, if he would do anything other than observe. She knew that this was a ball for mostly Jedi so there was a sensation of feeling safe and knowing that anyone looking at her was unlikely to be someone she would have to feel threatened by. However, she was curious if he would just stare or draw up the courage to strike a conversation.

Then he approached.

When he approached, the consular she was dancing with looked to Lily and she offered a polite smile before looking to Jack. "Sure, I don't mind." Lily stated, it was awkward having to turn down either one but she decided to see what this new person would be like. "Lily Decoria." Lily introduced herself, "I am glad to see you decided against merely studying me from afar."

While he attempted to bring some charm to disarm her, Lily was more than happy to tease him for catching him looking well before he decided to approach her.

 

[Jack Wright]

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(Tag: Lily Decoria )

The small bout of laughter was genuine, Jack found himself gently gripping the young woman's hand, leading her away from the dismissed Consular. Then coming to admire the lights sparkling her platinum hair, as they settled into the relaxed, dancing posture, "Well, I would have looked away if you found it discomforting, Lily."

Already leading, that's if the young Jedi recirprocated. Even so, all urges of nervousness were swiftly fading away, greeted with the face of her lovely visage, now up close while they commenced the waltz. Relaxed. Simple.

"Jack Wright," Opting to introduce back, the young Knight smiled in that friendly manner, entranced by the steel of her eyes. Polite, his brows raised in making his own observation, "I did not expect to see your kind here. Echani do prefer the dance of combat over the dance of pleasure."

 

[Ran Serys]

Tags: Gil Horn Sazo Vass

She laughed, took his hand, and sipped her drink. Her ears pricked up at his name. The name Horn was common in certain sectors but was also famous, infamous, and even mythic in the annals of history. His first name was less so but she liked it all the same. Three letters, nice and short. They had that in common.

"The honor is all mine, Master Horn." She assumed and straightened for her introduction. "Ran Serys, I've come from Selvaris to be here tonight." Selvaris was a backwater and the enclave there was hidden to most. It was a secret to anyone but the members of the New Jedi Order. Additionally it wasn't even a year yet. There was a distinct possibility that even he might not have known it.

"It never ceases to amaze." Ran agreed. Her life had been nothing but war for thirty years. Only when she found the Jedi did she come to know peace, and since then she's clung to every moment of it possible. "But I have to wonder when this small moment will end. I wish it weren't so fleeting." She let the thought slip from her mind. It wasn't her intention nor her nature to be a downer, but still her words came with a wish, a hopeful wish for the future.

"Forgive me. I just mean- I wish everyday could be like this." She corrected as she looked into the crowd. The dancing, the laughing, the camaraderie and all left her with an overwhelming feeling, a most welcome feeling. It was an amazing moment of respite from a galaxy in the midst of a multiple faced war.

She continued peering into the crowd and her focus switched. She could see her teenage padawan Sazo Vass sat at the bar with a glass of wine in her hand. Ran's attitude changed as she began waving her hands like a lunatic from across the ball. Trying to get her padawan's attention she stared daggers into the young woman. In the most animated way, more like a mother than a Jedi Master, she threatened and instructed her padawan to put the drink down. A series of points, idle threats, and a few gestures that conveyed the message to cut-it-out followed. Still there was little she could do across the room to prevent the underage padawan from having another cheeky sip. She sighed a bit from embarrassment but also the weariness the young sometimes brought onto the old.

"Naboo. You say?" She shouted awkwardly to Gil, changing the subject after the silly display. "Why Naboo?" She asked, having detected what she thought was a Corellian accent. As corellian as his whiskey, this man. Ran thought even though her mind still somewhat lingered on her padawan. Ran would be sure to get Sazo later.

 

[Lily Decoria]

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Outfit: Dress
Tags: Jack Wright

"As you should." Lily stated simply, she followed his lead in the dance, her hair was braided with jewellery that added even more sparkle to her hair than normal. The jewellery and dress were clear signs of her wealth and status beyond the Jedi Order as someone of nobility. She moved gracefully and effortlessly, following the movements of the dance with the practiced ease she had.

She smirked and let out a small laugh, "seems that you have fallen victim into stereotyping my people, Jack. Just because we are a people who communicate through sparring, does not mean it is all that we are." Lily pointed out, "I do not expect a Mandalorian to only know about weapons. Nor do I expect a Corellian to only love flying."

"I have a fondness for dancing, not as much as I do for sparring but I learnt many styles of dance." Lily stated in a cool tone, curious to see how the Jedi might cope with her counter.

 

[Jack Wright]

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(Tag: Lily Decoria )

He didn't bother to deny the allegation, "Yes I have a habit of running my mouth. Sorry," The good man teased, offering a light-hearted smirk. "Even so, your appearance is a striking one, not just simply in one of your own being present."

Unable to resist the urge to wink, Jack continued to lead in the waltz, steadily finding his anxiety upon arriving evaporating. Be it the ease of the dance or the charming company, but why can't it be both?

"Still, it's nice to have a fellow appreciation for the arts, that being lightsaber combat," Jack noted, again making an assumption, but the Force nudged him on in addition, "To be truthful, my love for the sport would rival the most common Mandalorian's thirst for a fight. If you so much as teased, I'd likely accept a lightsaber duel, right in the middle of the ballroom floor," The laugh that escaped from his self-inflicted humour was well genuine.