Faction Grand Jedi Ball - Open to Jedi + Jedi Sympathizers

[Iris Arani]

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"They get mad if I paint inside."

She did raise a brow up though, glancing to Cora. "Mmm. Okay, yeah, clean robes make sense." It was a party for Jedi to enjoy themselves, to just be something other than Jedi for a night. Buuut Iris had gone a bit toooo lax on it all. She idly wiped some of the paint still on her hands on her shirt. Gotta be presentable. But her gaze shifted to follow Zaiya and Aris. "They're young. I hope that means they can enjoy the connection they have. Typical teenage drama, normal problems. But they're Jedi so, we'll see."

Corazona von Ascania

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kahlil let out a chuckle as he watched poor Roman. The fact Valery went so far as to tease the Padawan had him doing his best not to laugh any more than the chuckle that had escaped him. They were here to have fun, after all, and it seemed some of the Padawan's still thought the Grandmaster unapproachable. Probably didn't help the fact she was flanked by both him and Thirdas. Who wouldn't be intimidated?

Especially after drinking some?

"Take a breath, Roman. You're not in trouble or anything. Don't let Valery here make you think otherwise, yeah?" He reached up, ruffling Valery's hair. Only a little he didn't dare mess it up less he end up the one in trouble. "Just figured it'd be good to talk to you. You've got a good head on your shoulders from all the reports I get."

Roman Vossari | Valery Noble | Thirdas Heavenshield

 

[Matsu Ike]

Caltin Vanagor Kassogtha Cthylla Amani Serys

She gave a nod of her head for it. "It can be done and I can visit to see what else would work there. We have gotten more and more improvements to our engineering. Even power plants for entire planets can be scaled down." She said it and there were two... oen the size of a grain of sand and one much much smaller they used. "It has also allowed me to better develop some classes for training. As it stands now, We have near forty force traditions being studied by students. Hybridization of techniques has yielded a stronger generation of padawan in some cases as my daughters have shown and we have managed to standardize saber design. Allowing them functionality that used to be considered niche or rare." She remained there though. "So we can offer a lot and that is before I show you how to manipulate matter within the force to form what you need."

 

[Kassogtha Cthylla]

Amani Serys​

Caltin was sufficiently occupied between conversing with Matsu and dancing with his wife that Kass felt it prudent not to divide his attention any further. She instead turned her attention toward the conversation between Rani and Amani. Funny how similar their names were. Didn't Amani have a relative named Ran Serys , too? Hopefully it wasn't too confusing for her.

"That's right. Good to meet you. It was my pleasure."

"You must be quite the thrill seeker to enjoy such a stressful experience," Rani said with a grin. "Then again, I've had my fair share of wild adventures and I can't say I would change a thing about them."

"I think Pylos would be a safe location. And having the defenses provided by a stationed order of Jedi helps."

Matsu offered a similar reassurance. Yet Oukranos' brow remained furrowed. He had lapsed into his usual silent brooding again. One of Kass' mouths leaned toward his ear. "Darling, what are you thinking about?" she asked.

He blinked, then shrugged. "I was wondering why the incredible technologies produced by Matsu Ike and her compatriots aren't more widespread."

"You'd think they would be," she agreed. "Then again, I imagine they're rather difficult to mass produce. Only so many materials you can grow or mine at once. Although knowing the Atrisians, they've found a way to synthesize just about everything. You know, I've heard they've even begun to colonize other galaxies..."

While she yammered on about Atrisia and innovation economics, her husband glanced at Amani and the others seated around the table, smirked and made a gesture as if pushing a pair of glasses up the bridge of his nose. Kass' many eyes caught it and she clucked her tongue at him. "You're calling me a nerd, when you're the one who first brought it up?"

He grinned. She swatted him playfully with a tentacle, then froze when she remembered everyone else was sitting around them watching. Rani laughed, the sound like the tinkling of a bell. "You two haven't changed a bit in twenty-five years. Still acting like young lovers. Reminds me of how Alistair and I were."

"Oh..." Kass murmured sorrowfully, realizing that Rani's husband was by now long dead. But Rani was quick to interrupt.

"Don't tell me you're still crying for me like you did when you were a little girl and learned I would only live to be twenty, Kass," she said, her tone patient and kind with her old and yet so much younger friend. "By our standards, Alistair and I had a long life together. And it was a good one. Besides, not many As-Aki get the chance to see their great-great-grandchildren."

 

[Aris Noble]

"You better think hard. I've already got my own idea in mind."

Aris just smirked as he watched Zaiya. Was he adding pressure? Yes. Was he doing so because he wanted to fluster her into making a mistake? Also yes. They didn't say they couldn't make it a little more difficult on each other to not keep focus on their dancing. But, his gaze did linger on Ayhan and Mahsa for a moment more. Ayhan was less ready for this than he'd thought. Part of him felt bad for just leaving him with the food.

But then again, he knew Mahsa was going to be here, and that meant Ayhan wasn't going to be alone at all. Those two needed a real moment to talk.

"He still hasn't left his cage. But, I think he's working on it now. Little by little, anyway. He just needs to start asking for help." The two were outside the dance hall now, so, Aris turned his gaze back to Zaiya. Mahsa and Ayhan had it, whatever it was they were going to do. He smiled all over again, once more tugging Zaiya into the next dance. Right now, she was all he wanted to think about.

"Don't get too distracted, though!"

Zaiya Ceti

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Formal Attire
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

The noise of the event preceded Aadihr’s force sight. The simple cloth wrappings over his vestigial space where Miralukan eyes would be. It should suffice, even if it didn't match the cheap formalwear Aadihr purchased on the way to Dantooine. Frankly, Aadihr couldn't see it, but was assured it was passable by the merchant who seemed honest enough from what he could sense. The suit was the most comfortable of those he tried on, and Aadihr liked the texture of it. Aadihr had not even bothered asking what color it was, as he had never seen hues in the visual spectrum, only the different hues of aura and alignment.

It had been four standard years since Aadihr had last seen a Jedi temple, almost immediately after knighthood. Nearly two years past since the last time he had contact with any other Jedi. He sensed no familiar signatures, but could vicariously feel the festive atmosphere through them. A healthy class of Padawans, he noted as a nostalgic smile splayed under his blindfold.

No more excuses, Aadihr thought. His self-imposed exile was over - the least he could do is mingle around other Jedi for an evening. There was no point lingering in the past. Ultimately, he meant to make for the grounds to meditate, but curiosity drove him to see if he recognized any of his old acquaintances at the dance. Standing among the throngs of close-knit groups and budding friendships, Aadihr saw the brightness of the force in all those around him. No singlular presence brought flickers of recognition to his mind. Important figures from his days as a padawan and others with complex auras were familiar enough, but Aadihr had never been important enough nor inclined to fraternize with leadership as a Padawan. One of the many contradictions within himself he made peace with in his travels.

His nostalgic smile turned bittersweet. Much has happened while Aadihr was wandering the outer rim in solitude and the swirl of New and old connections reuniting proved a potent reminder that the galaxy had never stopped turning while he was in isolation.

Aadihr quietly tapped his staff ahead of him, relying on tactile sense and hearing to navigate while allowing his mind’s eye to spectate on the many webs of connections among the other Jedi present, clouds of auras that the walls of the temple did not hinder. A wonderous spectrum of hues that only the force could show him - and sight he'd never trade for the colors of visible light.

Aadhir was too enthralled by the tapestry of hues that he'd failed to notice a presence directly ahead of him until his canegave the briefest of alert. The woman appeared to be looking for something and also distracted resulting in a slight collision.

“My apologies, I didn't notice you there-”​

Aadihr felt lukewarm liquid seep through his vest and shirt, recognizing the smell as wine. He couldn't see the stain of the fabric but he hoped the texture would return after washing out.

“I'm sorry, I think I spilled your drink, are you alright? Let me get you another ”​

Aadhir asked with genuine concern as he offered Azurine Varek the handkerchief from his vest pocket.

The woman’s aura was both tumultuous and serene, conveying a feeling of contradiction Aadihr had seen and explored within himself on his travels.

Azurine Varek​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Red Dress

Valery's amber eyes twinkled with amusement as she watched Roman try — and fail — to appear composed. His nervous energy was endearing, and she stifled a chuckle behind a polite smile. But when Kahlil ruffled her hair, her playful demeanor shifted for a moment into one of mock indignation. She squinted at him, raising a brow that silently communicated, Careful, love, or you'll be the one in trouble.

She was very fond of her hair.

Satisfied her warning had landed, she turned her attention back to Roman, her expression softening into one of encouragement. "Kahlil's right," she said warmly. "You're not in trouble, Roman. I've heard nothing but good things about you. You've got a very good head on your shoulders — when it's not spinning from drinks, of course," she teased gently, her smile tugging into a smirk.

Leaning in just slightly, her tone turned conspiratorial, though her teasing nature was still evident. "Speaking of spinning heads, did you come to the ballroom with someone else? Perhaps… a date?" Her gaze sparkled with playful curiosity as she waited for his reaction.

Thirdas loomed silently nearby, his imposing presence making the playful banter feel even lighter by contrast. Valery glanced briefly at the towering soldier before returning her focus to Roman.

She hoped to get him to loosen up a little.

Or, well, make him even more flustered, she supposed.

Kahlil Noble Thirdas Heavenshield Roman Vossari | OPEN!​

 

[Azurine Varek]

Take Tonight

Outfit: Dress | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman
Weapons: Lightsaber (hidden in arm compartment)

Azurine took a quick sip of the glass as she was headed towards the grand entrance where she had come in. She was already so late at this point that she could tell she was very likely to get a more stern talking to from Master Valery after everything was over.

She hadn't had much time to dwell on that, at least not long enough for it to bother her, before images flashed quickly before her eyes, foreshadowing her impact. "Son of a—" She turned quickly, a desperate attempt to move out of the way before it could happen, but all she succeeded in doing was making sure that what was in her glass didn't end up on the dress she was wearing. The glass itself got clattered to the ground beside them. It was enough to knock her back a bit, her violet eyes wide and stunned. Everyone involved was just lucky that she'd grabbed a glass of white wine, so much less likely to leave any kind of stain.

"My apologies, I didn't notice you there-"

After a quick moment of stunned silence, Azzie found herself laughing more than she thought she would. Of all the times to actually collide with someone rather than make the narrow evasion that she normally did, this was one of the worst times for it. The first thing she noticed was the immense strength of his aura, bright and spiking outward with his quick regret that took over the bit of enjoyment it had. "Stars above, are you blind, or am I just that unnoticeably stealthy?" She chuckled with a teasing grin, trying to make light of the situation. Though as she finally looked up to look him over rather than taking in what had happened, her whole heart dropped right into the pit of her stomach. The regret was immediate. He had a black cloth around his face... covering his eyes.

Shit.

Her hand quickly rose to grab the offered handkerchief, a sheepish and, frankly, embarrassed expression taking over her face. The glass hadn't even spilled in her direction—maybe a couple of drops of wine ended up on her arm—most of it ending up on Aadhir. Yet, she still did her best to laugh off her social gaffe. "Don't worry about it! Clearly, my dress survived the line of fire. I can't say the same for your poor suit, though." She quickly joked to make up for the earlier attempt and dabbed the handkerchief at the wet patch on the center of his chest. It would dry, albeit a little sticky probably, but at least it wouldn't stain given most had hit the black inner parts of the suit.

Aadihr Lidos​

 

[Roman Vossari]

Lightsaber: X | Talisman: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Kahlil Noble | Valery Noble | Thirdas Heavenshield | @Open

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Roman, feeling the warmth of the celebratory drinks seeping a little deeper into his system, stepped forward with a newfound boldness to shake Thirdas's hand. Regret washed over him instantly as the soldier's grip, like a vise forged in the fires of a thousand battles, clamped down on his fingers. Ouch. What are they feeding that guy? Roman's hand throbbed in protest, but the mention of Thurion, a name he had grown fond of, eased his reservations about the grizzly man.

He stumbled back, a sudden wave of panic washing over him as he realized he'd left his empty glass in plain sight. A frantic attempt to hide it nearly sent him sprawling, his limbs feeling slightly less coordinated than usual. Nailed it. No one noticed.

He caught sight of the amused grins on their faces and confusion bloomed in his chest. What was so funny? Was there something on his face? And what were these reports they kept mentioning? Was someone watching him? Oh no – what if they knew about the pranks he'd been pulling on the instructors at the temple? What if they knew about his next grand plan to disrupt Knight von Ascania's classroom? It was going to be sooo fun. Sneaking in, late at night, placing hundreds of cups of water all around it, surely class would be cancelled the next day. That was never going to happen now…

Their kind words, however, helped to soothe his jittery nerves. "Oh thank Ashla…" he breathed, a sigh of relief escaping his lips. His gaze flickered between Kahlil and Valery as Kahlil tousled Valery's hair, only to receive a glare that could melt steel. Uh oh, trouble in paradise.

Spotting a passing waiter with a tray laden with drinks, Roman seized one with the enthusiasm of a desert traveler finding an oasis. "These are SO good. You guys should try one," he announced, his voice a touch too loud, followed by another large gulp.

Valery's playful question about a possible 'date' sent Roman into a slump. "No…" he mumbled, possibly louder than intended. "My date is off… training or whatever…"

A sudden flash of inspiration lit up his face as he directed a squinty-eyed stare at Thirdas. "Last time I heard, she was with your father. Tell him to give her back."

He grabbed a plate of appetizers and shoved a handful of food into his mouth, chewing rapidly as he continued. "I'd rather be dancing, but it's not as fun without Anneliese."

 

[Eloise Dinn]

By the time they reached the dancefloor, Eloise had kicked off her shoes and snatched the decorative clips from her purple hair. Thus freed, she got a hold of Diogo like he was the gravity keeping her rooted to Dantooine. She was only a little bit tipsy, and yet she felt more intoxicated than she was. Dancing always did this to her. Dancing with a boy, doubly so. Though she would've preferred a faster beat to match the pounding of her heart, the waltz was enough to get her blood pumping.

"Zaathru sounds unique. And beautiful. Do you ever get to visit?"

"I get dragged there every once in a while to deal with, uh, family business," she replied. Then, eager to get away from the subject of her homeworld and family, she added, "You know, there’s something about you that’s unique too. I dunno what it is." Couldn’t be the green hair. Every other Padawan had a rainbow color these days.

"Also, you're right about Knighthood—it's just a title. But, as lame as it sounds, I think milestones still matter. Havin' somethin' to look forward to so we don't lose ourselves in tomorrow's worries, y'know?"

“It’s a goal to work towards,” she agreed. “Acknowledgment that you put in the work.” Without knighthood, she’d just be treading water. But she also knew that just having Amani wave a lightsaber over her head didn’t mean she was ready for… whatever the future held in store. Though it had been little more than a Sith parlor trick, the image of the red-haired woman in the magic mirror was never far from her thoughts.

"If it's any consolation, I won't take you any more seriously as a Knight," he said with a playful smile. "Unless you want me to."

"Oh, you should always take me seriously, baby, with or without knighthood," she replied. "Too many people make the mistake of thinking I’m just a joker.” Or a bully. Or a wolf in sheep’s clothing…

“We probably won’t see each other again after this,” she muttered, her tone and manner losing some of its mischief. “I’m with the Vonnuvi Enclave… and I don’t get out much.”

Diogo Talon​

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Cora's lips curled into a sneer as Iris wiped the still wet paint onto her shirt. She placed her datapad down in a huff and retrieved a napkin from the table, discarding the silverware it had been wrapped around.

The blonde grabbed Iris's hand and began cleaning. The swipes of the napkin slowed in thought. She glanced to the young couple once more, and her grimace started to melt.

"Do you worry? About them?"

Iris Arani

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Formal Attire
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

"Stars above, are you blind, or am I just that unnoticeably stealthy?"

“Yes actually, to both perhaps?”
Aadihr responded, lightly laughing. He was blind, though not enough to excuse a collision like this - he was simply distracted.

He sensed the woman look up at him and saw her aura shift with embarrassment, then something curious - her aura shifted again as if in reaction to mine. Could she see within the force as well?

Aadihr smiled at the sound of her laugh. Her accent sounded Iridonian, and her voice seemed ill-accustomed to the sound of embarrassment. It was endearing, in a way, seeing one normally so confident willingly reveal a bit of humility.

"Don't worry about it! Clearly, my dress survived the line of fire. I can't say the same for your poor suit, though.”

“That's for the best I think, it's not a major loss on my part”
Aadihr joked, though he held back concern that what little money he carried from his travels already dwindled and he would have to make sure the suit was fit for the next formal event.

Aadihr had not, however, anticipated the iridonian woman to begin dabbing the kerchief at the wine stain on his chest. Aadhir slightly flinched at the touch, unaccustomed to the sensation after years as a drifter. Feeling the blood rush to his cheeks, he gently reaches to take back the handkerchief and respond,
“Thank you, I think I can get it from here,” hoping that his blush was not prominent.

“It really is fine - and I’m glad your dress is unscathed, it clearly makes you quite happy,”
Aadihr continued, unable to see the hue of the outfit but only the rustling and layers of fabric, the way her aura showed relief when assessing it for stains - as well as the way she brightened at the mention of it.
“Wine aside, Are you okay? You seem to be in a hurry, is there any way I can help?”

He extended his hand in greeting, letting the warmth of his aura reach the tone of his voice,
“I’m Aadihr, by the way! Aadihr Lidos.”

Azurine Varek​

 

[Thirdas Heavenshield]

Roman Vossari Valery Noble Kahlil Noble ​

The huscarl noted how Roman's disposition shifted at the mention of his father, thinking it just another instance of his family's reputation preceeding him. He watched how the padawan seized another drink, eyeing him disapprovingly, then proceeded to stuff his face with food whilst lamenting his beloved's lack of prescence — a predicament he deeply sympathised with.

But it was the slanderous way he spoke of his father — making it sound like he'd seduced or stolen her away — that forced his hand. Thirdas broke formation, snatching Roman by the wrist as he attempted to stuff his face a second time, and stared him down with the fiercest fury. He could have snapped his wrist in half right there and then would it not offend Her Ladyship. Instead, he dragged him over to a nearby fountain and dunked his head in its sparkling water.

"My Lady, forgive me," he said in passing. "This is a matter of honour."

He did not chastise him there and then, in front of friends and colleagues, but rather brought him out of the conference room and away from prying eyes until they found themselves on a balcony overlooking the picturesque landscape of Dantooine. He sat Roman down on a stone bench whilst he remained standing with a disapproving stare, arms crossed.

"Have you no shame, Jedi? Acting drunk and disorderly in front of your superior. Where's your honour, soldier? I thought your kind better than this. I know Jedi are better than this. And you choose to dishonour yourself as well as a thousand generations in one moment of weakness. Shame!"

Sighing, Thirdas sat down next Roman, allowing a moment to pass so that he might cool his hot temper. He undid the top button of his uniform, finding its restrictive nature unbearable.

"Anneliese. Have you been parted long?"

 

[Azurine Varek]

Take Tonight

Outfit: Dress | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman
Weapons: Lightsaber (hidden in arm compartment)

Azurine took a quick second to look Aadihr over. For a formal event, he was dressed down more than some others that she'd seen, quite the opposite of how she was dressed, as though she was wrapped in fire itself. His stark white hair stood out in contrast to the jet-black hue of her own. She hadn't seen him around before, but then again, there were so many faces she hadn't come into contact with that it wasn't necessarily that surprising to her. Tilting her head slightly, her curiosity started to poke at her mind, wondering what had happened that he couldn't see or why he used a mask. She almost asked, but what little filter she had managed to keep her from shoving her own foot further into her mouth.

"Well, hey, on the bright side, it was a white wine. So, for the most part, no major harm done."

Suddenly, he flinched, and she immediately pulled her hand back, hoping she hadn't made the situation worse. Right, personal space. She had to remind herself and took a small step back as he took back the handkerchief. She'd only meant to help out somehow, but she had never been very good at figuring out where others lines were when it came to proximity, given how used to being put in positions where she'd have no choice but to be shoulder to shoulder—or closer—with others she'd been in in her life that she was. The pinch of pink across his face that accompanied it had her a bit puzzled, and she found herself searching his aura, trying to read for any spikes that would fill in the blanks.

Azzie was quickly taken aback at the mention of her dress in the way that he had, making it her turn for a small flush to cross her cheeks. He had already confirmed his lack of sight—it wasn't as though he could see it. So he was an emath of some kind then, if she had to guess, and he was paying attention to that instead. It was a type of compliment she wasn't really used to. Her gloved hand moved to brush a couple of loose hairs that didn't want to stay bunned in place behind her ear. "I didn't necessarily pay for it, so I'd rather not ruin it on its maiden voyage." She said, chuckling with a quick quip to bring the fire of amusement to her eyes.

"Azurine Varek, but you can call me Azzie." She reached forward to shake his hand with her right hand as is the norm, her right one just so happening to be the cybernetic prosthetic.

"A hurry? Oh shit, right. I'm supposed to be at the conference right now, but I think I got turned around a bit." She laughed at herself, shaking her head. She wasn't surprised at this point. It seemed like no matter how hard she tried to be on time, she'd still somehow find herself late. "I'm beginning to think the Force is actively trying to make me look like I have no understanding of how time works."

Aadihr Lidos​

 

[Iris Arani]

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"Look at us. Who wouldn't be worried."

It was an oddly flat statement from the usually aloof sounding Knight. Her eyes narrowed softly, focused on the haze of colors around them. So much brightness and joy, all these Jedi, gathered to simply have fun and be happy, regardless of their backgrounds or their orders. It wasn't something she saw in her time as a Padawan. She hoped it meant well, that perhaps this generation's paddy pack could be spared undue heartache.

But she knew better.

Then she blinked. Iris hadn't noticed at all that Cora had started to clean her hands of all things, and the Knight glanced down to her fellow before rather abruptly pulling her hand away. The loss of her pinky finger, cracked and ruined skin that still after all these years didn't heal right. She wasn't okay with people touching those scars, that much was obvious. Even her expression, which seemed nigh impossible to read, was filled with a sense of panic and self disgust. But as soon as the emotions surfaced, they faded back to neutral. ".. Ah- sorry. I don't- let people touch that hand. I don't feel most of it."

Corazona von Ascania

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Formal Attire
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

Aadihr didn't need to feel the metal gripping his hand to know it was cybernetic, its diminished, translucent force presence gave it away. As a courtesy Aadihr surpressed any psychometric readings as his bare hand shook the prosthetic. He did notice a spike of curiosity in her aura when she looked at his bandages.

"Azurine Varek, but you can call me Azzie.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Azzie.” Aadihr said with genuine warmth.

"A hurry? Oh shit, right. I'm supposed to be at the conference right now, but I think I got turned around a bit.”

Aadihr stifled his surprise at the curse from Azzie. She spoke like she was either deceptively old or very young. Aadihr couldn't place which.

“I happened to spot it on the way in, if you'd like I can walk you there?”
Aadihr immediately regretted his choice of words. It wasn't a secret that Miraluka lacked eyes, but he didn't want to confuse anyone or waste time trying to explain it - the wraps were mostly a social convenience for Aadihr.

"I'm beginning to think the Force is actively trying to make me look like I have no understanding of how time works."

Aadihr nodded in agreement. Perhaps his favorite part of drifting from place to place was how little he had to keep track of time, doing things at a natural pace for himself.

“Come on, I'll show you there. Anybody in particular you need to meet up with?”
Aadihr asked, hesitating for her response, then followed up to satisfy both of their curiosities.
“I'll tell you about the blindfold if you tell me about the arm.” He kept his tone playful to avoid making Azzie feel pressured to answer. Aadihr couldn't tell if it was a sensitive topic - he couldn't read emotions as well as a true empath, he just had to make due with subtle color shifts and vibrations from their presence in the force.

Azurine Varek​

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Oh dear.

Kahlil let out a sigh as he watched Thirdas take hold of Roman again. This time, he wasn't the one to clear the air though. The comment about Anneliese Kaohal , his wife's own Padawan, certainly seemed to have an effect on just how scary his smile had turned. "Yes, Roman. How long has it been since you were last with Padawan Anneliese?"

Valery Noble | Roman Vossari | Thirdas Heavenshield

 

[Lily Decoria]

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Outfit: Dress
Tags: Jack Wright

She felt the eyes admiring her physique and that did not bother Lily, for her, it was common for partners to observe the body and appreciate the micro expressions that the body goes through that most people were not as observant of. As she danced with Jack, she did note that Corazona von Ascania was nearby and it was clear that her attire was not something the fellow noble Jedi thought was appropriate. It made her grin and winked over to Corazona.

Their difference in culture and fashion style were worlds apart and Lily enjoyed teasing Corazona about those differences.

"I am not stationed on Coruscant. I visit there often but I go where my Master is, currently that is Naboo." Lily stated as they danced, she did miss Coruscant plenty when on Jakku but Naboo had plenty to do and admire so the desires for the Coruscant life was less needed nowadays. However, she knew that there was plenty to learn and people to meet there so she was willing to travel to the former capital to help out and train when she could.

"How about yourself? A Padawan or Knight?" Lily asked.

 

[Dreidi Xeraic]

Outfit: Suit
Companion: Grisial
Tag: Jax Thio

Dreidi looked at the wine that was being offered by the servers and shook her head as they extended the offer to her. "Could I make a request?" Dreidi asked, the waiter nodded their head and Dreidi stated the beverage that she would prefer over the wine.

Taking the flute glass of a bubbly concoction, Dreidi took a sip of the drink and shook her head, it was not the best but it would have to do for the foreseeable future. As she looked around the dance hall, she saw many people interacting and dancing with one another, it was good to see fellow Jedi dancing and celebrating their time together. Things felt dark in the galaxy but these moments were shining lights of why they needed to keep pushing forward and fighting.

Then her eyes settled on her step-father, drinking and looking pretty miserable on his own. Walking over, Dreidi took another sip of her drink. "Hey there Jax, not a wine fan then?" She noted. Dreidi was also disappointed her mother was not here, she would have liked to ask her mother some questions on some anxiety thoughts she was finding her mind flooding with. It was strange to be leaning on her mother so much lately but Jairdain knew a lot more on the current situation she was in than Dreidi was herself.

It was also her attempt to reach out and reconnect properly, ensure that their future was not as cold as the past had been.

 

[Azurine Varek]

Take Tonight

Outfit: Dress | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman
Weapons: Lightsaber (hidden in arm compartment)

"My arm?" Azurine started, gently rubbing the side of the metal that replaced what used to be organic. This one was new, an upgrade that had been encouraged very early on after she was awoken. It had yet to hold all of the echoes that the other one did, but the question still made her spitfire attitude waver a bit.

"It's nothing important now. I just happened to find myself in a rough fight that never should have happened." She did her best to shrug it off, make it out to be less than it actually was, but she still had nightmares to this day that included that raspy, wheezing voice. It wasn't even much of a fight and more of a desperate escape that went more poorly than expected. Yes, they had won that day, but at the cost of so many. It wasn't a story she liked to give in detail, nor did most actually understand its weight given how many centuries ago it had happened.

"But if you ever need a hand, you can always borrow mine." She quickly tried to relieve the tension, giving a teasing wink. It was such a cheap joke, but it was still hilarious to her to the point that she had to hold her hands in front of her mouth to keep from laughing too hard out loud.

"Honestly, I could really use a good shove in the right direction." Azzie said, quickly accepting his offer for help. "I'm supposed to meet with Grandmaster Valery and Master Kahlil, but it's important for me to meet with others of different traditions within the order itself. Where I came from, there wasn't an order at all, so it's nice to see all of the possible perspectives and discuss how we can be better for those who can't help themselves. If I miss it completely, I'll never live it down."

Azzie took a quick look back towards the ballroom that was so beautiful, her crystalline violet eyes catching sight of Aris and Zaiya once again. They seemed to be having so much fun, and she was so happy for them. Maybe, deep down, she wanted to dance a little bit as well, but she would never admit that out loud. She was much too stubborn and task-focused for that, even if a spike of disappointment shifted through her and lingered longer than she'd wanted. She didn't come here with the intention of this—hell, she didn't think she was ready for anything like a date just yet—and her closer friends, who she could have attended with, were occupied with the people they'd asked. So it was more a bittersweet fantasy than anything else, anyway.

Turning her attention back to Aadihr, she gave him a quick smile, "Whenever you'd like to head out, then, and maybe you can explain why you wear that blindfold."

Aadihr Lidos​