Here With Us Among the Clouds | The First Order & Atrisian Government

[Varian Alaric]

Location| Somewhere Private, Carbonite Contessa
Objective| Do stuff with [member="Varas Ren"]
Equipment| 1x Lightsaber(crimson)
With| [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | Anyone else who wants to Join
Status| Willing to take any Risk

After the hiatus from everyone else who was on the ship, to where it had just been him and Varas...he just wanted to stay their forever now, with her. Primat didn't really have any need or desire to go back into the ballroom right now. Even though it would be nice to say 'hello' to Marriskcal, he just wanted to stay right where he was right now with Varas. He didn't want to leave her side, especially after...their little interlude. His glacier blue eyes looked towards a digital clock on the wall. Primat didn't believe that the two of them had been in here for a long time. Though, just a brief glance at the current time told otherwise. Something that both shocked the young Disciple, and made him smirk with a hidden mischief from which only the two of them knew about. Primat wanted to stay here with her, he didn't want to leave. And strangely, he didn't even want to go back to the Ren. Something which, he had never thought of before, not believed he would ever think. And the notion of that, intrigued him with the risk prevalent. However, Primat knew he couldn't. He had firm and steadfast loyalty to Sieger and the First Order...and Varas.

Primat kept his jacket off, instead folding it up beside him for the moment being. Their wasn't any reason for him to put it on now anyways. He adjusted the collar of his white button-up shirt, and his fingers were fiddling with the tie...something that he hated wearing. Though, he kept it on because Varas had thought it looked nice earlier when they were in the ballroom. Though, he adjusted the tightness of the tie around his neck to allow him more breathing space than before. But it was still mundane and he still hated the notion of wearing this tie which felt like it was constricting his air-way every waking second. He didn't jump when he felt a pair of fingers slide over his hand, he knew who's hand they belonged to...all he did was turn his head to stare at her, with a smile on his face. And he could have sworn, that the little smile they both shared was about the same thing. When he heard her words, he didn't break eye contact with her. "Well...we don't have to. I mean, let's just stay here and talk. If you want to do that, that is?"

 

[Armand Temi]

Thank the stars, Primat wanted to stay and talk. As he fidgeted with his tie, Varas placed her slender fingertips upon his neck to help him loosen it. The barrier of intimacy between them had been broken. In a strange way, she felt that her skin had a right to be against his, as clear as the right to breathe oxygen or to serve their Supreme Leader.

The Knight of Ren had worn a shimmering glove to cover her right hand which was cybernetic, and as she slipped the silky fabric back over the metal appendage, she felt terrified for a moment. How mortal they both were all of a sudden! Before this moment she would rush into battle like a machine programmed to fight for her father on behalf of Sieger Ren?

But now? So much more seemed at stake. If she died tomorrow at the hands of a Jedi saber through her midsection, she would never get to see, to touch or to taste Primat again.

“Yes, let’s stay and talk,” she said with a grateful, if melancholy smile. “Are you hungry? I’m starving now!”

The exclamation wasn’t exactly a profound thought, but those were always difficult for the clone to express. Instead, she rose, dress now covering her figure but her feet still bare. From a shelf she snatched a glass decanter of whiskey, popped the top off and delicately drank from the bottle. Bringing it back to where Primat sat, Varas plopped down and asked, “What did you think about all that? Just now? What we did?”

[member="Primat Ren"]

 

[Varian Alaric]

Location| Somewhere Private, Carbonite Contessa
Objective| Do stuff with [member="Varas Ren"]
Equipment| 1x Lightsaber(crimson)
With| [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | Anyone else who wants to Join
Status| Talking with Varas

Primat was surprised at first when he felt the slender fingers of Varas press upon his neck. He was relieved that she had helped him loosen his tie some, while at the same time feeling embarrassed at trying to loosen his tie poorly. Though, he appreciated her helping him, now with it. Even though he didn't like messing up in front of her like he was doing so now, he was more comfortable now messing up now than he was earlier. But now, he was more afraid of losing her now than he ever was before. With the moment the two had just shared moments ago together, he had not realized how much more of a soldier he had acted previously in combat. Now, however, he was more afraid of death than he previously was. He still did want to serve Sieger, though the prospect of death did strike fear in the young Disciple...more now than it had previously ever done. The idea that he could lose Varas or that she could lose him wasn't something he had given much thought before. But now all of that was different, it was all more complicated and personal now.

"Yeah, I suppose I'm still a bit hungry. I mean, I'm not as much as I was earlier when I---uh, sorry," Primat couldn't help but sheepishly smirk at Varas, hoping she knew what he had meant by what he had said. And he hoped that she wouldn't be mad at him for that, though he couldn't help himself. Normally, he wouldn't act this way. Though with alcohol in his system and a warm feeling inside from their recent experience, his mind was a bit more loose and less restricting on certain things he wanted to say. Such as what he had just recently said. He was truthful that he was sorry for what he had said, though it was hard to resist especially in his state right now.

Primat's hand clasped around the bottle of whiskey she had put on the couch, drinking from it slow and enjoying the feeling of the liquid drain down his throat and into his stomach. It wasn't food or anything, and yet it made him feel more energetic. Or at least, that's what he thought it was feeling like. He wasn't entirely sure why he was feeling energetic, though he didn't much care. When he heard the question from Varas, he was surprised at first. Though that surprise didn't halt him from responding almost right away. "I thought it was absolutely beautiful and spectacular. I really enjoyed it....I enjoyed, doing what I did, with you. It was definitely different, and different in a good way. It was like...nothing else mattered except for the two of us, and only the use of us in what we did together with each other. It was beautiful what we did, and it should remain a moment only known between the two of us. We don't need to tell anyone about it, we can just keep it...a personal thing of our's that no body else know's about to try and savor the moment, forever. What about you? What did you think of what we just did?

 

[Armand Temi]

Varas smiled at Primat’s innuendo. Even when he tried to be a little smarmy, it turned out cute and endearing. She wasn’t mad. The brunette clone could never been mad at him, not when he’d done such phenomenal things to her body, so unlike the pain and agony she’d experienced on the battlefield.

After her brother took a pull off the neck of the whiskey bottle, Varas did too, and like him, the alcohol warmed her esophagus and stomach. She could get used to this type of lifestyle - a more languishing and indulgent one. The Knight of Ren knew there were people in the galaxy who lived like this all the time. Did Sieger Ren exist to luxuriate? As the rest of them fought for him like chattel?

But mid drink she stopped and looked at Primat.

“Do you want to keep this a secret? Are you that ashamed of me?”

By the stars the words just tumbled out, and maybe they were influenced by the alcohol in her veins, but she worried that he wanted to hide their romance because of her. Not necessarily because of their circumstances.

[member="Primat Ren"]

 

[Varian Alaric]

Location| Somewhere Private, Carbonite Contessa
Objective| Do stuff with [member="Varas Ren"]
Equipment| 1x Lightsaber(crimson)
With| [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | Anyone else who wants to Join
Status| Talking with Varas

“Do you want to keep this a secret? Are you that ashamed of me?”

As soon as Primath had heard those words from Varas's mouth, he was absolutely surprised and shocked. He didn't know why she would be thinking about such a thing, or why that type of thinking would even come to her mind. Had he said something that she had not liked? He was being perfectly honest to Varas, and telling her all that he truly thought about the two of them. And yet, telling her the truth like he would always do and always would want to do...it was, it was just upsetting her in the here and now. He just wasn't sure why she thought that he would be ashamed of her. If anything, he would have expected her to be ashamed of him. He was weaker than her, less well-known and not as well respected as she was. If it was anyone who should be ashamed of being with someone, Primat believed that it should be Varas who she be ashamed to be with him.

Taking in a deep breath, the young Disciple's fingers clasped around the real hand of Varas. He needed to know why she was feeling this way right now, it couldn't wait. And if she continued feeling this way, he wanted her to just...not feel like that he was ashamed of her. "Why, why would you think that, Varas? I would never be ashamed of you, of being with you. I don't want you to ever feel like I would be ashamed to be with you, because I would never feel that way. Trust me, Varas. I don't want to hide our romance and our feelings for each other because of you, I'm just...I'm terrified at what the others would think. Marr would of course be fine with it, but I don't know about how Kyrel or even Sieger would react to such news. Especially your father, you know he doesn't like me. I just don't want him to try and stop us from trying to be together. And if anything, you should be...you should be ashamed to be with me. I'm not as strong or powerful as you, I'm not as respected as you...I'm just, not worthy of being with you..."

 

[Seto du Couteau]

Objective: Enjoy
Equipment: A favorite suit
Directly interaction: [member="Marriskcal Lati"]

Posh events and social gatherings had always given Seto an excuse to refrain from his training, not that he opposed to the standards of his new Order But, it can be a bit stiffing. Perhaps a tad too nonchalant, if Seto had been honest with himself, but he never allowed the seriousness of the galaxy way him down for any length of time. Such as now. His hands clapped once as he maneuvered himself through a small crowd near one of the many bars on this cruise ship.

Seto twirled himself around, gracefully his right hand tugged on his vest to straightened it back right and his left hand gestured towards a guest to excuse himself. Seto had nearly forgotten how light he actually was when compared to the armor he had forced himself to lug around in for the past few missions, and he almost felt weightless as he once again shifted himself past a couple.

"Ma'am, Sir," Seto replied quickly as he bowed and smiled his way through yet another small crowd. Words such as "You'll never believe this!" or "Shush, this is where the good part starts," would sway Seto in and out of different circles. Perhaps the Force, or rather Seto felt at ease, he enjoyed the small bits of stories and rather peculiar jokes from the assortment of people gathered on the cruise.

Will make reading their bluffs much easier. Seto schemed to himself, the Sabacc table had yet been pulled out, and already he counted several high rollers in the crowd. His mind raced with ideas as he floated himself over to a friendly face, perhaps the least intimidating Praetorian physically but Seto had learn to be wary of his friend.

"I suggest the White Chocolate, positively wonderful, to die for even," Seto suggested to Marr. He walked over to her right side and pointed at the desert with his left hand. "Having fun? Shame we don't enjoy the high life more often," Seto asked as he smiled towards her.

 

[Armand Temi]

Varas had locked right onto the one statement from Primat that could be ambiguous. She was a young and somewhat emotionally unstable clone after all.

She tightened her grip on his comforting hand and listened to his words, bluish-green eyes wide and hopeful.

“Oh dear Primat, you’re right. I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions. And I would never be ashamed to be with you either. I want the entire galaxy to know.” She set the bottle down on the sofa where it was now precariously balanced. Kark it, a droid would clean it up later if it spilled.

“But you bring up a good point. What would Kyrel think? Or Sieger? I think fraternization like this is forbidden though I’m not sure it’s written down anywhere, like in some rule book.” It was worth a search when they were both back in the Bastion of Ren.

“Besides maybe we can try to change that! That’s my promise to you, Primat. You are worthy and I am so very grateful to have… done what we just did.” Varas knew there was likely a more poetic way to put that, but she did not have either parents gift of elocution. Perhaps she would someday. “My promise is to find a way that we don’t have to hide this.”

She suddenly kissed him on his lips tasting the smoky trace of whiskey, realizing she’d never tire of how her body responded with such excitement at the touch of his skin.

[member="Primat Ren"]

 

[Varian Alaric]

Location| Somewhere Private, Carbonite Contessa
Objective| Do stuff with [member="Varas Ren"]
Equipment| 1x Lightsaber(crimson)
With| [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | Anyone else who wants to Join
Status| Talking with Varas

Primat's soft and cautious glacier blue eyes watched Varas with intent and nervousness. He wasn't sure how she would react to what he just recently told her, though he hoped that she would react positively. That, she would be reassured that he was not ashamed of her. He would never be ashamed of her, there was no reason for him to be ashamed of her. And he hoped that she would know that and know that he would never feel that way about her. Once Primat had heard her words, he was filled with relief. Relief that she was not thinking that he was ashamed of her or of being with her. And, he was overjoyed to hear that she wasn't ashamed of being with him. It was something that he had been worrying about after they had just done....what they just did. It had been nagging at him. Although the nagging fear hadn't been in his mind for a long time, it still had unnerved him yet now, he knew better than that with her words of comfort.

“Besides maybe we can try to change that! That’s my promise to you, Primat. You are worthy and I am so very grateful to have… done what we just did. My promise is to find a way that we don’t have to hide this.”

'You are worthy and I am so very grateful to have…done what we just did.' At hearing those words, Primat's fear were vanquished at once once he had heard those words from the mouth of Varas. He was overjoyed to hear that...that she thought he was actually worthy to be with her. Something which under normal circumstances, he normally wouldn't have told Varas his fears and doubts. Though now, feeling confident after doing that thing together and with alcohol in his system...he felt he could tell her in all honesty what he thought of the two of them. And tell her what his fears were and doubts were about them being together and him being with her, doubting himself.

Any fleeting worries of his were washed away once he felt her lips press against his, kissing him. He enjoyed the smoky taste of the whiskey of her lips, though he would never get used to how his body reacted when he kissed her. And that was something, he was fine with.

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Praetorian Initiate
Equipment | Lightsaber & Training Lightsaber
Location | Dessert Bar, Observation Lounge, Carbonite Contessa
Objectives | Try this supposedly super-duper awesome dessert!
With | [member="Seto Du Couteau"] (directly bothering)
Status | White chocolate ice cream sounds really wonderful

Alone, and left to her own to wander about the luxurious atmospheric craft, Marriskcal kept up a pleasant mien as she wandered the edges of the vast halls. While the blonde knew that majority of the people gathered here today were civilians, the sea of strangers made her wary. So while she crafted an amiable smile for the world to see, she wore her force presence around her like a protective cloak, her eyes sharp and observant as she made her way towards the dessert bar that her sister has mentioned before they parted ways.

[SIZE=11pt]When Seto stepped in place to her right, the wash of his familiar presence soothed some of the minute anxiety that has prickled at the edge of her senses. While she was able to conduct herself perfectly even when she was by herself, Marriskcal liked the feeling of security and comfort at knowing that there was someone she could trust staying by her side. And the fact that it happened to be one of the brother she has taken a great liking to only brightened her up all the more.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Immediately, she drew closer to Seto’s side, her smile curving into something truly genuine even as her gaze fell to the dessert he was gesturing towards. “Then I will try just that,” the blonde said, giving the waitstaff a decisive nod before turning back to her brother. “It is my first time trying ice cream, and there are so many different varieties that it is just… hard to choose.” While she was not exactly deprived now that she was able to participate in assignments, her secluded life on Skye previously meant that she never really had a chance.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Now that she was this close to being able to sample what Varas has described as tasting like utopia, the older male’s presence served to temper some of her impatience. As he spoke, Marriskcal looped an arm around Seto’s own, giving him an inquisitive glance. “Well, I actually find it to be more of a chore. But I will admit that the sheer variety of the spread is most appreciated. What about yourself, brother? From your words, you sound like you derive enjoyment from such events.” And she was definitely curious, as she has only seen any event that involve socialising with civilians wearying and unfortunately, a necessary part of her job.[/SIZE]

 

[Seto du Couteau]

Objective: Enjoy
Equipment: A favorite suit
Directly interacting: [member="Marriskcal Lati"]

Seto waived at the waitstaff, already he had grabbed enough candy to last him until the end of the night. With a raised eyebrow, Seto was not sure how to exactly respond to such a claim. Never had ice cream? It sounded even stranger in his head, it was like asking how air tasted. Regardless he returned Marr's smile with his own and with a wink he added "Aren't you a treasure," with a chuckle he gestured with his free right hand around them.

"Well, since I'm more of an adopted brother of the Order, and even before I joined the Imperial Inquisition before it fell, I grew up with rich parents and even richer neighbors that enjoyed throwing lavish parties," Seto explained, he snapped his wrist twice and out appeared a small chocolate candy he gracefully caught with his mouth. "-I grew a taste for these kind of social gatherings, which isn't surprising for me." Seto added with a quick laugh.

He felt more out of place whenever he found himself with anyone from the Ren, truthfully whenever these events transpired and he found time to interact with the rest of the Order it had truly been a blessing from the galaxy. It almost felt impossible to weave himself into some of those in the Order, Truly an Adopted Brother of Ren sounds even more fitting now that I think about it. Or perhaps he simply did not want to meet more people with missions in sewers anymore.

"This party certainly smells better though," Seto suggested, a grin grew on his lips, "-And I hear there are some dishes here that are some sort of squid that you eat alive. Think of how enjoyable that must taste to have something squirm its way down into our stomachs," Seto furthered joked, his right hand fluttered fingers in a way to suggest how the dish would act.

Seto bowed his head as the waitstaff came over to deliver Marr's desert, and he leaned over a tad closer to Marr to whisper "Should we try it?" He asked. His right hand closed with his thumb pointed up, he alternated it from up or down to gesture a "Yay" or "Nay".

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Praetorian Initiate
Equipment | Lightsaber & Training Lightsaber
Location | Dessert Bar, Observation Lounge, Carbonite Contessa
Objectives | Try this supposedly super-duper awesome dessert... eventually!
With | [member="Seto Du Couteau"] (directly bothering)
Status | Are we really doing this?

[SIZE=11pt]The… Imperial Inquisition?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Marriskcal has heard about it in the passing, of course. It was hard to avoid news and hearsays when a close ally such as the Galactic Empire was embroiled in a civil war. And it definitely made more sense why Seto was referring to himself as an adopted brother if he was originally from the Imperial Inquisition. “[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]But you are with us now, so as far as [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]I [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]am concerned, you are [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]my[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] brother[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt],” she stated with an imperious lilt to her words. A childlike ‘[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]so there[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]’ remained unspoken but was heavily implied from her earlier tone. The blonde tugged lightly at the arm she was holding on to, drawing herself closer to Seto as though she was worried that there would be a sudden revival of said Imperial Inquisition and they would want her brother back.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As she has no memories of a life with a family and has grown up within the confines of the Academy, the blonde listened intently as her brother provided her with a rough sketch of his life. “[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]I suppose if these social gatherings were something you grew up knowing, it would make sense why you would find yourself comfortable. I hope I will get used to them eventually[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt],” she said desolately, plucking at the hem of her dress with her free hand.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]At the slight allusion towards their first meeting, Marriskcal wrinkled her nose, giving her brother a pout at the reminder of the terrible time they had in the sewers on Lothal. Granted, Seto bore the worst of it considering she was at least protected in her suit of armour, but [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]still[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]. As he continued to draw her into conversation about this… horrible sounding dish, the blonde found herself wrinkling her nose again, this time in disgust at the thought of eating something alive. The wave of his fingers as he described the way it wriggled only made it [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]worse[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]. Once again, Marriskcal ascribed this weirdness as something inherently [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]civilian[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Accepting the pure white dessert with a soft ‘thank you’ from the waitstaff, Marriskcal gave her brother a wary look. But as weird and repulsive as this dish sounded, the blonde would admit that her curiousity was piqued. “[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]It sounds absolutely disgusting, but if it’s something [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]civilians[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] could stand to eat, I say that we will both be able to stomach it[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt],” she said firmly, her arm that was looped around Seto’s raising with a thumb pointing upwards. She was not one to usually back down, especially if it came to a dish created by the weird sensibilities of civilians, even if the thought of eating something alive made her slightly uncomfortable. Marriskcal consoled herself internally that at least even if it tasted terrible, she still had her dessert to balance out the ick. [/SIZE]

 

[Seto du Couteau]

Objective: Enjoy (And try not to turn green)
Equipment: A favorite suit
Directly interacting: [member="Marriskcal Lati"]

"Now and forever your brother." Seto responded a bit quietly, such a different aspect of the Ren, one that he was not against at all. In fact, Seto had found this 'family' feel a much better alternative than from his previous Orders. ​Far better than some Inquisitor's constant attempts to read my thoughts and look out for treasonous intentions. The tug on his arm quickly brought him back to the present and out of his darker memories. No, he doubted anything in this galaxy could tear him from his new home.

Seto chuckled, he understood his lifestyle had certainly allowed him adapt to social events easier than his Sister Ren. Though some peace and quiet sounds good at times. Of course, compared to an active war zone almost anything else appears 'peaceful' and 'quiet'. "Getting use to comfort is easy, but difficult to maintain," Seto commentated. Especially with our duties and line of work.

With Marr's desert now safely in her hands, a regret formed and Seto should have ordered one as well, but quickly his regret became greater at Marr's next suggestion. Oh. "Oh, well then, an order of something disgusting to try." Seto stammered slightly with a short laugh, he had not intended his joke to go far but it seemed the galaxy at large would have the last laugh today. With a visibly concentrated effort to keep his poker face up, Seto gestured for one of the nearby booths.

"Ah, Waiter, yes, can we perhaps have one of those-" Seto began his order with a gesture towards another table, "-One of those delicacies over at that table,- yes for two." He finished as he sat in the rounded booth. He gave Marr an inquisitive stare, quite unsure of how to handle her bravery for exotic foods.

As no doubt there had been little to prepare the dish with, it was after all still moving to some extent, the grey skin certainly gave Seto the impression of something not right. "Personally, as once a Civilian, my stomach only improved with military service. And a little bite certainly wouldn't hurt," Seto explained as he feebly attempted to encourage himself. "-But better to have regrets of trying than to have them of never attempting," Not that he subscribed that belief to every facet of his life, it mostly applied to foods and eating different things. Well, Seto learned there were a lot of things he could stomach if given the opportunity. Insects in candy sounded like a dream though when compared to his current situation.

"I am curious of how you became apart of the Order," Seto began, his own attempt to distract himself from the still squirming dish. Is it trying to escape? "-Or we can talk about other things, like maybe why in this galaxy anyone would not think to put this fish over an open flame first," Seto added, his eyes gave the dish a serious stare of uncertainty.

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Praetorian Initiate
Equipment | Lightsaber & Training Lightsaber
Location | Dessert Bar, Observation Lounge, Carbonite Contessa
Objectives | Try this supposedly super-duper awesome dessert... eventually!
With | [member="Seto Du Couteau"] (directly bothering)
Status | You try it first, brother...

[SIZE=11pt]At her brother’s words, her usually bright grin softened into something shy and gentle. While Marriskcal was a creature who allowed her impulsiveness to get the better of her and declared her sentiments, she had never once expected the other to return it. Feeling slightly at a loss when the unfamiliar curl of warmth and gratefulness welled up within her person, the initiate averted her eyes for a brief moment.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Now and forever…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]When Seto continued to speak, the blonde gratefully grasped on to the opportunity, as she was never one to feel comfortable when it came to dealing with her own feelings. Emotions were messy and troublesome. She had a much simpler life when she just knew whether she cared for a person, or whether she detested a person. The vast spectrum of the emotional scale merely confused her. Like how she experienced guilt over omitting details during her conversation with her friend, even when she knew that it was a necessity. Like how her heart felt both too big and too small for her chest at the same time when Seto said those words to her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Allowing him to lead them both towards the circular booth, she slid in and seated herself close to her brother, placing the cold dessert in the middle of the table between them to let the other know she was willing to share it with him. “Is it really that difficult to maintain?” Her tone was filled with curiousity. Marriskcal herself has never wanted or needed much from life, as she has lived an austere one all this while. And whatever she required for an assignment was mostly given to her without question, so she had never wanted for more. [/SIZE]Her only concessions were the many trinkets and knick-knacks she has picked up while on various assignments for the First Order. While they were belongings she treasured, when she thought deeper about it, they were things she could discard with only a slight pang of sadness. The one thing she wanted most keenly and fervently in life was to serve the Supreme Leader, and it was already a path she has started her journey on.

[SIZE=11pt]When their dish arrived, with the little white-grey looking dianoga creature sitting on top of it, the blonde felt more than a fair share of regret. “Rations and nutrient pastes definitely looks a lot more appetising than this…” She stared incredulously down at the bowl in front of her. “[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Well[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]… At least after this, we will be able to know for sure if this is something we will want to try again in the future.” The answer was a strong and resounding ‘[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]NO[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]’, but Marriskcal was not about to accede defeat without at least an attempt. The creature looked like it was staring back at her, its tentacles waving even more frantically after a light sauce was poured over it, as though it was trying to convince her not to eat it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Who knows what goes through the minds of some civilians…”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She looked up at her brother, thankful for the brief reprieve from the ‘dancing’ creature that was the highlight of their meal. “And I don’t mind talking about it, but my life is not even a fraction as interesting as yours as I grew up within the Order of Ren. I don’t remember anything from before the Academy, so I can only presume I was taken in when I was around two or three years of age. My clearest memories…” Marriskcal paused, giving it some thought.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Considering that her life on Skye was one of rote and repetition, her days often merged together, making it hard for her to really recall each individual memory. She mostly only remembered instances where she either got into trouble or received a rare praise from her instructors. “Oh! Yes!” The blonde clapped her hands together in delight. “My most favourite and fondest memory from when I was a youngling was when my combat instructor complimented me for being the quickest to pick up on the Shii-Cho sequences and velocities. He told me I have potential.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]And she stood here today, a Praetorian.[/SIZE]

 

[Seto du Couteau]

Objective: Enjoy (Maybe alert the Waiting Staff about a runaway squid?)
Equipment: A favorite suit A Fork
Directly interacting: [member="Marriskcal Lati"]

Difficult to maintain? Seto often pondered his nuggets of information and figured that perhaps that one didn't exactly hold much truth. Well at least for me, when it came to credits he had plenty. "Some don't have enough credits, others don't have time and some people just can't keep up," Seto explained as he wondered where he fell in those categories. Yeah, don't have the time now a days.

Seto though felt as if time slowed as he stared at the poor dish, he gently prodded one of the tentacles with his fork, it wrapped itself around it and Seto gently placed it back down on the table. Huh. With a weary smile he looked back over to Mar and nodded to her response. "Perhaps, but all the same, military rations don't try and fight back as you bite into them," Seto countered, he raised an eyebrow at the squid dish and weakly chuckled at its attempt to move around.

He listened intently to Marr's abridged version of her earlier life, not that Seto could claim or judge a life more interesting or less than others, but he did find her life quite regimental to say the least. Seto himself had a long list of instructors and trainers, all with varying degrees of compliments and scorn for Seto's past younger self, but his parents wanted to train a successful heir to the family company, not a warrior.

Life in this galaxy has a tendency to go off the well beaten path. Seto returned Marr's excitement with an excited smile of his own, to be recognized for one's talent always brought on a sense of happiness and pride. "A natural talent perhaps? And combined with your dedication to hard work, no doubt I'll be looking up to you in the near future, forging us a path forward." Seto commentated, "-So don't worry about having a 'boring' start in life, it's more about present and the future fun," Seto added.

"I was a silly kid growing up, never listened to my parents and thought the galaxy owed me everything." Seto cast his glance back at the poor squid, its feeble attempts to move closer to the edge of the plate. "My parents would have loved a daughter like you," He sighed, a quiet voice as he once again grabbed his fork. A chance to perhaps see me agai-. His eyes shot wide as the words he spoke replayed in his mind and Seto quickly ran through different things to say immediately. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts.

"You know, before I learned to play Sabacc, or even became halfway decent with any gambling games, one of my favorite things was playing music." Seto explained, his right hand began to tap on the table with his fingers. A slow rhythm built up as he talked, "-Timing is key, it has helped me understand fighting, dancing and of course life in many regards," Seto added as he spun his fork with his left hand, it matched with the rhythm that came from his right hand.

Seto flipped the fork, his eyes focused on his execution and he grabbed it as it fell to the tune of his rhythm and he stabbed into the dish. Seto blinked a few times as he realized he had stabbed into not the Squid but into the small rice bed it had previously occupied. "Where. . . ?" Seto started he glanced around heard a small thump sound as if something hit the floor.

He gave Marr a shrug and a concerned look, "-How's the ice cream?"

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Praetorian Initiate
Equipment | Lightsaber & Training Lightsaber
Location | Dessert Bar, Observation Lounge, Carbonite Contessa
Objectives | Trying this supposedly super-duper awesome dessert... finally!
With | [member="Seto Du Couteau"] (directly bothering)
Status | Cheers to the determined squid who wanted to live another day

[SIZE=11pt]Hm[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt], so credits were apparently more important than she expected. Feeling slightly sheepish at her lack of understanding when it came to monetary issues and intergalactic economics, Marriskcal silently vowed to read up on those topics during the next time she found herself with time on her hands. While she has never ran out of credits on her chip before, it would probably serve her well if she ever needed to play the part of a civilian. As it stood, she still had difficulties placing worth on the price of the trinkets she liked to purchase every now and then. Why was sapir tea more expensive compared to a music box? And why was a crystal necklace more expensive compared to a set of well-balanced knives? It was truly perplexing.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“I cannot say for sure, but I’m definitely going to continue to work hard. Whenever the knight is in residence, we hold several sparring sessions. Though he still holds back a lot, I can almost last against him for a full eight minutes now.” It was an achievement which filled her with fierce pride, considering considering she lasted less than two minutes against him the first time they sparred. “You better catch up, Seto~ Because I will not accept anything less than having you standing by my side,” she said mischievously. “I will drag you kicking and screaming if I must.” Despite her playful words, this was something the blonde was very serious about. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Now and forever.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]No[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt], no one Marriskcal cared for was allowed to remain stagnant. She did not allow people into her heart only for her to see them hurt, or worse, end up dead in a battle. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She may not know what Seto has experienced, nor was she the type to pry into a brother’s past, so the initiate could only applied what she herself knew to be true. “Everyone has their silly moments. But I think what is most important is that we continue to move forward and improve ourselves based on our experiences.” She eyed the creature with a wrinkle of her nose as it continued to squirm. Why did it have to be alive? She would be more willing to try it if it was not-moving, even if it was still raw. How was it even considered a delicacy when there was hardly even any preparation that went into its creation?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Learning music is considered low on the list of priorities by my instructors, but I have good timing when it comes to dancing… does that count?” Her gaze followed the waving of the fork, watching with amusement when it stabbed into the a bowl that was emptied of its edible dianoga-like creature. Was she saddened by the fact that they avoided a terrible fate? No, most definitely not. In fact, Marriskcal was cheering internally that it has escaped, giving both of them a convenient out. She refused to look at the ground from where the muffled thump came from, deciding that the squid has earned its freedom.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Now that she was not being stared down by their meal, the blonde regained much of her cheer and bubbliness, pushing the bowl of ice cream towards Seto. “Have the first bite. I have already waited for a few weeks to taste it, an extra minute will not hurt.”[/SIZE]

 

[Seto du Couteau]

Objective: Enjoy (Ice Cream!)
Equipment: A favorite suit | A Spoon
Directly interacting: [member="Marriskcal Lati"]

The image of the much shorter and younger Marr that dragged Seto up a mountain brought endless amusement to Seto as he only nodded and his left hand kept his laugh in check. Honestly, he had often dealt with people who encouraged and others that bragged or even spoke with a sympathetic tone but never had someone like his sister not just egg him on, but so proudly declared her intentions for Seto to keep up. Of course, I can't afford to lag behind.

Seto maneuvered himself slightly to his left, his body leaned closer to the ground as he took a quick moment to examine the ground before he straightened himself and agreed with Marr about her lessons on dance. He had very few moments in his life to actually practice any dance, not since he had left his home Mostly been one fighting technique after another, followed by some battle or war. "Certainly it counts, when we dance, play music or even fight, we find a flow and follow it the best we can. We can say it's like the Force for us, but in the end it's our choice that we follow." Seto agreed as he laid down his fork.

After all, he could not undo his past choices nor was it possible try and forget any of it, those choices were his and his alone. And I'd be damned if I let anyone else take credit for them. Perhaps pride, or more so his own belief that even as the Galaxy around him tore everything around him down, he at least would still be able to make conscious decisions.

Seto carefully shifted himself closer to the new bowl being offered, Ice Cream had always maintained a top priority on the desert tier whenever he attended parties. Except for that one party. . . Seto shrugged off the memory, the Garlic Ice Cream had the best argument to be one choice of Seto he wished to forget. "Who am I to say no?" He joked as he scooped some with his spoon.

Eyes closed and a slow breath, Seto enjoyed the treat as he allowed the sweetness fill up his mouth and help bring about memories of other sweet moments. "Be sure to remind me to bring along an instrument for our next assignment, our lives can't be all fire and flames," Seto chuckled.

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Praetorian Initiate
Equipment | Lightsaber & Training Lightsaber
Location | Dessert Bar, Observation Lounge, Carbonite Contessa
Objectives | ACHIEVED!
With | [member="Seto Du Couteau"] (directly bothering)
Status | I think my perspective of the galaxy has just been shaken

[SIZE=11pt]Marriskcal covered her lips with a hand politely as her brother attempted to look for their runaway delicacy, a gleeful unladylike grin finding its way to her features when he did not report any sighting of the creature.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]All her life, she’s lived with the force provided her with its omniscient guidance. But like Seto has said, it was up to them to heed its call or to ignore it. There were many a times when Marriskcal has ignored her instincts when it came to her training duels. “I have never thought of it in such a manner before, but now that you’ve likened it as to the flow of the force… it makes complete sense.” It was a bit strange to discover how music and dance were connected to combat. But as she thought more on the matter, about how her body flowed when she was the middle of a dance and how her lightsaber flashed as she alternated from one style to another, Marriskcal could certainly understand her brother’s views.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]But as Seto picked up his spoon and dipped it into the pure white ice cream, the blonde found herself watching his expression intently as he placed the spoonful into his mouth. From the enjoyment she saw, it must have been every bit as good as Varas described it. “I will! I’m interested in listening to you play.” And Marriskcal would never say no to learning something new about her brother, especially when it was so clearly something he was interested in. Tentatively, the initiate took up her own spoon, and cautiously dipped it into the concoction. It gave way more easily than expected and she held up the melting cream, giving it an eager glance before she popped it into her mouth.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]And oh, it did like very much taste like utopia. The ice cream was sweet and soft, immediately melting in the heat of her mouth. It felt a little like she was eating sugared clouds. Marriskcal pulled the spoon out of her mouth and looked down at the treat with utter amazement sparkling in her eyes. “It really does taste like utopia,” she stated to Seto, her awe clear in every nuance of her voice. [/SIZE]