I ain't got anything better to do (Fable)

[Fable Merrill]

[member="Jared Ovmar"] [member="Rave Merrill"]

Fable sat up straight with a tired salute, doing her best soldier imitation without leaping off of the bed like she would, normally. After all, the floor was occupied with Sith Lord, and she was really, really tired. Like, extraordinarily tired. She couldn't remember the last time she'd stayed up all night and it hadn't been a small-scale tragedy or an absolute necessity, let alone staying up all night to have fun with someone. That said, were she perhaps more worldly, Fable might have understood why having a grown man hanging out in her room while her Guardian was away might not be a cool thing.

"Good morning, Miss Merrill." Fable greeted formally, still sitting ramrod straight. "...Would you like to play with us? I've a third controller." She offered hopefully, before realizing that Rave might have had some plans requiring her or training in mind, and Fable was quite close to falling asleep on her feet. Way to disappoint your progenitor, stupid girl.

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Fable Merrill"] [member="Rave Merrill"]

Not to mention that this grown-up man was a Sith Lord with a reputation for insatiability - though said reputation wasn’t earned more these days… it was still a thing to be noted. Ovmar waved his hand lazily, still laying on the ground, and said with a tired grin on his lips:

‘Good evening? Merrill… I just got my ass handed to me by a teenage girl, multiple times in a row. I haven’t had this much fun since that one time you burned Savan with a cake - absolutely hilarious. I trust it your business has gone well?’

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Fable Merrill"] [member="Jared Ovmar"]

"Hello, Fable. It seems you've done well. Perhaps you can show me how to use one of these things sometime; I'm fairly sure even Lord Ovmar could defeat me in a contest like this." Rave smiled faintly. "The ritualized combat of the civilized."

She opted not to take a seat. It didn't seem...dignified. Standing here in the doorway was just awkward. With a Syn-level smirk, she leaned against the doorframe. "I'm contemplating killing off a few of the Silver Jedi. Not directly, you understand, but while I like their business, more than one of them have rubbed me the wrong way for the standard reasons. Assumption of moral superiority leading to assumption of authority -- like I said, the usual hypocrisies. And if not kill them, then at least teach a lesson or two. Interested?"

 

[Fable Merrill]

[member="Rave Merrill"] [member="Jared Ovmar"]

Fable flushed with modest pleasure, looking down. Sure, her wrist was in a splint and her nose MIGHT appear recently broken - but Jared had burn marks all over him, and not just his clothing. No doubt Miss Merrill was pleased! On the manner of teaching the closest thing she had approximating a mother how to play her games? "I-It would be my delight, Miss." Fable promised genuinely, bowing her head.

She didn't bother giving a vocal invitation to knock around hypocrites. If Miss Merrill was going into danger, Fable would be alongside to protect her. And occasionally carry heavy things, as needed. Hopefully not TOO heavy, though. She DID stand up and begin laying her clothes out for the coming journey - including the protective black leather coat they'd been selling recently - to prepare herself to leave the moment Jared gave her some privacy.

 

[Arage Bao]

‘ Sounds fun, count me in. ’ the answer came from the prone Sith Lord who did not seem to have any burn marks on him, illusions were a beautiful thing for a guy who liked to keep at least some small measure of an ego intact. Ovmar stretched for a second, gave a yawn and then finally stood up, giving the other Merrill a nod. ‘ ‘twas a pleasure, Fab. Gotta do it again sometimes soon - not the locking up into rooms and going berserk part though, I get enough emotional duress from Fen for a life time.’

Rummaging through his pockets he finally found a data chip, which he throw at Rave. ‘ Found something of yours, by the way. Thought you might want it back; sedated and secured in the usual location.’ the chip would contain a feed of a marginally smaller Leviathan of Corbos in relatively good health, Verd kept good care of his pets it seemed.

Then he brushed past Merrill and left the scene to give the ladies some privacy.

[member="Fable Merrill"] [member="Rave Merrill"]