Public Jedi Jubilee

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra blinked hard at Acaadi, who had never rejected her offer for fun before. And to ditch her to dance with the friend she was already hanging with?

Oi. The teenage angst of their little circle was really just too much for the not-yet-drunk padawan just looking for an escape. Amani fled her arms. Kat shot Kyra a glare. Jerek and Allya looked unexpectedly on. A 12 foot bronze statue of a man dragged over a man bubbling with anxiety( Subject 648 Slipknot ) . Kyra shuddered, taking a step back from them all.

For the first time she wished she wasn't an empath. It was a deep, gut wrenching desire. One that left her crawling in her skin.

"Excuseme," she murmured, barely audibly as she turned from the group and slipped away. And she was slippery-- her lithe form made her quite agile after all the training they had been undergoing in that new outdoor obstacle course.... Kyra shuddered again, goosebumps appearing on her arms as she felt their emotions drag across her skin like waves of mist. Breath in, breath out, close off your mind...

"Drink pls," she snapped to the bar tender at the bar. Of course she had run there, her hands were now void of both glasses and her mind was still painfully clear.

A drink was placed down. She gave it a miffed look.

"Another."

She felt a gaze on her back. She glanced over her shoulder, recognizing the source in an instant. Damian Starchaser "Oh chit." She grabbed the first drink without complaint and ducked, slipping to the side.

Oi with the poodles already!

She wrapped an arm around herself and chugged. It was harder to feel people when sloshed? Question of the night.

Acaadi Amani Serys Jerek Zenduu Allya Vi'Dreya Ura Iolar Kat Decoria Damian Starchaser Subject 648 Slipknot Lord Commander Relian Dorn @this group is so big sorry if i missed you @kyra's glass of something pink

 

[Subject 648 Slipknot]

Lord Commander Relian Dorn Kyra Perl Acaadi Amani Serys Jerek Zenduu Allya Vi'Dreya Kat Decoria Damian Starchaser Ura Iolar

Slip looked around when someone called to him, then turned and noticed Lord Commander Relian Dorn . Slip blinked a couple times, making sure that he was really seeing this. The huge man in armor was massive, bigger than any person Slip had ever seen before. Slip wondered if this was another hallucination, as his hallucinations could be very realistic, and could even change his use and perception of the Force. But this man felt different, unlike his hallucinations. And judging from the reactions of the people around the man, Slip's mind wasn't making him up.

The voices screamed to not trust him and to run away, but Slip shut them up. Well, more like he insulted them into submission. Yep, he had an argument with the voices in his brain. He was truly losing it.

Slip walked over to the man and looked up at him. Something felt odd about him, like he was different from most other people. Slip had felt it before, but he couldn't put it down.

"Are you real? Or are you just another figment of my- you know, hallucinations?" Slip asked, pointing at his head. Then, he realized how insensitive that was. "Gah! I'm sorry!" He apologized sheepishly. Slip noticed the way the man seemed on guard. Then, it clicked in his mind, the man was a genetic experiment, too! "Are you a genetic experiment? So am I!" He said excitedly, then he switched back to sheepishly apologizing when he realized that could also be insensitive. "Right, ah- I'm sorry. Hi, I'm Subject 648, named Slipknot, but you can call me Slip." He introduced himself. Slip was all over the place, jumping from one emotion and set of thoughts to the other. His mind was racing, one thought would start, and it would cut off halfway and another one would start. His mind was a jumble.

He noticed all of the other people in the group. A pink girl ( Kyra Perl ) seemed distressed and overwhelmed, like, really overwhelmed. Maybe she was an empath, and she could sense all of the other's emotions. Slip could feel it too, there was a lot going on and a lot of strong emotions. And Slip probably wasn't helping with his overwhelming anxiety and unpredictable emotions. Wait, was the pink girl hearing all of this in his head? Gah! It probably would do more harm with his sporadic thoughts and all of that. Kat Decoria seemed miffed and jealous at someone, most likely at Kyra Perl . And... was that pile of sand speaking? Weird. But really cool!

"Hi, I'm Slip." He introduced himself.

 

[Auteme]

T H U S T R A
Tag: Ryv ​

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"You should review drinks on the HoloNet." Auteme took her glass and took a sip, making her own judgement about the drink. Ryv's antics were adorable as always, though she felt like this was the first time they were really doing relationship things in public. Was that bad? Maybe here they blended in, but on Peace there definitely weren't as many people, and fewer who were active romantically.

She took another drink of the fruit juice, the initial sourness knocking away the silly thoughts running around her head. It was a party, shouldn't they have fun? Well, not too much fun. "I'm not old enough to have alcohol anyways," she reminded Ryv. "The human brain's development pans out at around 25 standard years, so if you want me to drink alcohol, you'll have to wait until then." Her gaze swept over him, and she quietly reminded herself not to talk too much about 'using' substances and stuff like that around Ryv.

Unlike her date she had dressed for the occasion, as best she could -- she wore a simple but elegant green dress, the colour almost matching her eyes. Their slightly clashing apparel reminded her of how different they were, and why she loved spending time with him. Sometimes she needed to relax a bit, and he was so often the breath of fresh air she needed.

"Friends? Um..." Her eyes wandered off, scanning the crowd. She knew people, but she hadn't talked to them in so long. Would they even remember her if she said hi? She focused on Kyra for a moment, then shook her head to Ryv. "I mean, I didn't meet Aaran before I went to Peace. The Silver Jedi Order's still a big organization. I only really knew a few people." She gave a slightly embarrassed smile and scratched her hair.

The mention of the queen perked her up a bit. "I actually want to meet her too. The Sephi monarchy has been quiet and relatively isolationist for a long time... the last time the Jedi had been here, their king was supposedly killed by the grandmaster at the time, Master Yoda. Time does heal all wounds..."

"We could go thank her for hosting the party, if you want. Or we could go dancing." She grinned, wondering if Ryv was any good on the dance floor.

 

[Ryv]

Ryv downed the rest of his drink, biting back as much of his initial response as possible before tossing it into a nearby waste bin. He looked back at Auteme and wiped at his mouth. "You see, I can read the reviews, but that most definitely kills the fun of trying something new if you already know what to expect," he answered her point with his usual abstract thought before pulling out his holodevice. He tapped away at the screen for a moment before pulling up the drink the two were enjoying. "Yeah, it looks like the Thustrian Fruit Punch is made up of an assortment of sour and sweet fruits. Apparently, they can make a wine out of em as well, but it loses a bit of that sour flavor. I dunno if I'd like that, sour foods and drinks are pretty good," he slipped the device back into his pocket before slowing to a stop.

"First of all, I know you can't drink, Auteme. It was meant as a joke. I'm not too big of a drinker myself," Ryv's gaze slipped in the direction his companion looked, searching the crowd for whoever she sought out. "I gotcha love. I don't have any friends from my time spent with the republic years ago. Jedi training isn't open to socialization most of the time," he eyed the dance floor as well, considering the idea of dancing. Was Ryv any good at dancing? No, not even close. Would he do it for her? Absolutely.

"I'm down to dance," the kiffar turned and started moving to the dance floor. "Not to disappoint the queen by making her wait, but dancing will probably be a lot more fun than me struggling through royal etiquette and the like," he'd gently push past the crowd of people on the outskirts of the dance floor, muscling through the crowd where need be. "Besides, it'll be fun to show you off a bit. I can't say I've ever been lucky enough to catch a date with someone as gorgeous as you," he'd steal a quick kiss before turning on his heel to take both of her hands and lead her into the crowd.

He looked around the crowd before spotting a couple dancing. "Gimme a second, I think I can solve this dancing issue," Ryv slipped away towards the duo. As they broke apart and twirled, Ryv swooped in and took the gentleman's hands. "What's up man?" as his bare fingers slid across the silken glove of his new dance partner, Ryv's eyes momentarily glazed over. Visions of a dozen or so dances from this evening alone flashed through his mind. At some point, the gentleman dancer had done some sort of jig that involved a lot of jaunty legwork. During another, he and his female partner were pressed close, something a tad more intimate and slow-paced as Ryv came back to he twirled away, footwork befitting a semi-experienced dancer leading him back to Auteme.

"Alright, I'm ready to do this thing," Ryv reached out to grasp her hands once more, falling into a somewhat smooth rhythm with his well-dressed partner.

Auteme ​

 

[Elara Amadis]

She wasn't really prepared for such events this black dress was not the latest of styles but it fit her well which surprised her. She had thought that having children would have well thickened her hips but somehow she had managed to stay away from that.

She remembered admiring the form of her husband not in that way the young look upon each other. No she looked at him and remembered how he looked that first time they met, and how much they had endured to get to this point in their life.

Her sister looked at her, "Oh you're mooning over him again aren't you?" She laughed, "Well he's out there waiting for you to appear so..I got this feth the kids take care of me more than I do of them"

Children, yes their children, a gift that neither of them had ever considered possible and yet they had survived the combined genetics of their parents. Amazing to her and to Kei Amadis .

"Ok. Don't let them stay up too terribly late."

"They are probably going to lure their Aunt into a game where I lose badly, and they dance in victory. But I'll do my best" Her sister Kei had brought her out, and she Elara could not find the words that would properly express how she felt about it. Kei could ask anything and she would do it not just because of the bonds of love they shared but because he had given so much so freely for her family.

 

[Acaadi]

"Oh?... Oh!"

Amani's cheeks flushed a darker green as she pushed herself out from under Kyra.

"I-I'm really not much of a dancer! It probably wouldn't be much fun for you. I mean, dontgetmewrong-" Amani started stumbling over her words as she tried to come up with a way to excuse herself. She was not in the mood to embarrass herself in front of Acaadi so soon. Or anyone else for that matter.

Acaadi was faced with the realisation that he was not the most awkward person in this particular exchange. It gave him an odd burst of confidence that he wouldn't usually feel in the situation.

"You don't have to be a great dancer to enjoy dancing," he replied. "Otherwise you'll spend the evening eating the food and watching the dance floor thinking that you should have danced. Which is fine, if that's what you'd like. Or..."

The mirialan grinned as he held out his hand. There was a band playing and the dance-floor was only at half capacity but it was not as if they would be the only people there. At least the giant man in armour wasn't going to tread on them.

 

[Damian Starchaser]

It took more than ducking off to the side to avoid Damians sight, afterall he had invented that move. There was a special art to blending in with a crowd to not be noticed, and the bright pink girl was already at a disadvantage in that regard. His body moved on its own instinctually. Why? He wasn’t anyone to questions others decisions and yet he sauntered on over.

Saunter? No it was more of a meander or perhaps a trundle? Damian supposed none of those really described his trip towards the bar. His movement was fluid but with erratic direction, he approached the target on an innocuous oblique angle to arouse no suspicions.

And then he struck! With absolutely no speed he wordlessly slipped into a chair next to Kyra and put up a finger ordering some sort of local flavor. He sat there silent for but a moment, “You know I’m not really the person to judge,” the drink arrived and he took a sip for a minute before placing the glass back down onto the table and reaching into his jacket to produce his flask. A small portion of the content was poured into the glass before he placed it back into his jacket and took the drink to hand again, “but you should slow down”

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra's eyes watered, her throat stinging against in the burn of alcohol. She didn't react to his arrival. By now in life she knew there was no avoiding ole uncle Damian when he got a twinkle in his eye. She usually didn't try to, either. By now it would be apparent to him something was up. The youngest Perl was not often seen dour or low.

Hell usually she'd be half in his lap buzzing with energy as she begged for a glimpse of his latest new gadget... But she had grown since their last encounter, and maybe it was just the way of teenagers, but she was moody as all hell today.

"Yeah," she croaked, tossing back another half of her glass. "You really aren't." She watched him deposit the flask into his jacket pocket, a spark of curiosity about her before she turned back to him.

"Was there ever a visit you didn't have that at your hip?" Came the soft-spoken sass. She rubbed the condensation from her emptied glass, debating how much he might actually care if he saw her grab another.

 

[Atlas Kane]

The taozin larva's fledgeling carapace burst with a wet crunch. The resultant goo painted the mortar and pestle a vibrant orange. A gloved hand tipped a small heap of green powder into the paste. Its hue shifted first to brown, then blue, then settled on a dark purple. Another wet crunch and thick blue mucous seeped into the mortar from the broken restrained carapace of the giant limb still attached to its futilely flailing arachnoid.

A darkness settled over the cliffside, the sun's last rays finally died out over the red desert of Korriban. Howling winds crashed against the red stone, tearing at the black robes of the figure kneeling at its zenith. The wind had a malevolent drone underlying its relentless cries. The air was yet replete with warmth, but what comfort it brought was quickly dying out.

The figure dug up a simple, triangular talisman from beneath its robes. Visible strands of power began to flow through its metal, twisting and warping reality all around them. A thick glove came off from one of the hands, falling to the ground and quietly stirring the sand around it. Long scars ran along its back, becoming more prominent as the fingers wrapped around the talisman and tensed as the darkness slowly seared new marks into them.

The figure whispered ancient words, too quiet to hear over the wind. His voice rang with malice that dripped from every jagged syllable. Once the incantation concluded, the figure brought the mortar up to its hood, where the viscous liquid poured down the humanoid's throat. The mortar was discarded without giving another thought and slowly the still-gloved hand rose, fingers splayed but curled slightly without tension. A bright burst of light illuminated the darkness as golden arcs of lightning shot forth from the fingertips and directly onto the arachnoid creature. The high pitched scraping of lightning rang out across the empty desert without a soul to hear it.

The golden arcs vanished into thin air. As quickly as the dark had yielded it returned to claim its territory once more. The arachnoid's many legs had faltered under the assault, it lay still even as its restraints were broken with the invisible touch of the force. For several moments it could do nothing more than wallow in the aftermath of the lightning, but soon enough it recovered, and so it did with a vengeance.

Black eyes shot open and focused their gaze on the figure. The arachnoid towered over the shadow, its gaping maw serrated with sharp blade-like teeth. Without the restraints to hold it, the creature lunged, unceremoniously biting into the figure half-way down its form before ripping its head up to finish its meal. A victorious shriek howled across the dunes.

The creature made to turn itself around, hoping to find its orientation upon this alien world before its efforts were interrupted by a surge of power from within its own gigantic body. Golden arcs once more coursed over the arachnoid's dark blue carapace, locking its nerves and joints into stasis with relentless agony. The arcs did not let up this time, however, only further intensifying. Soon enough the beast's legs gave out and its body dropped to the stone floor. Another shriek echoed over the dunes, weakly fading out and concluding in a loud, crunching pop.

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Public banquets were always quite a hassle. Proper etiquette, the correct attire, mannerisms that had to be closely regulated, it all made for a rather tiring affair. However, a discovery of a very serendipitous nature had made the entire ordeal worth it.

He moved past the vaguely pink-skinned girl and the stack of glasses next to her and her companion to a robed individual further down the bar's table. The morellian's face was unmistakable if a little different now that he viewed it in person.

He slid into the chair next to the Jedi Master and waved at the bartender to provide another drink. He pulled the corner of his mouth up into a smirk as he turned to the renowned Terror of Tython. The usual mask had been left within his starfighter for this occasion, alongside many of his other staples. Dark brown eyes stared at the Jedi. He'd really outdone himself, as though the last three decades had never happened.

"Master Morga, I extend my most respectful greetings. The name is Atlas, it's a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance." his words were smooth if a little accented, unlike the damaged rasps his former face had produced. He noted the change as another perk of the ritual.

The new face he wore still felt odd, but with every new word and expression, it felt a little more like it had always been there. With the taozin amulet just below his white robe - he felt a little nostalgic - and the small amount of effort to conceal the presence of the darkness within, he appeared almost indistinguishable from any other Jedi assembled here.

Wyatt Morga

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Damian wasn’t a good Jedi by most definitions. His command of the force was niggling at worst to his enemies and best to his friend. What possible advice could he give in good conscience? When he was her age, or at least relatively so as his cloner accelerated his aging, he was literally robbing a casino to get his clone donors attention. And then he found his master who had taught him best she could and tempered him a bit.. Of course Coren had put her in prison, talk about awkward family drama. His next big adventure was breaking her out of said prison, fighting a few jedi and shenanigans. He had tried to fight with a saber, and wasn’t horrible at it, but prefered other methods. No he was pretty bad with the Jedi’s primary weapon. Can barely use the force, can barely fight with a saber, and definitely can’t give sage advice. Damian was the worse Jedi.

“When you were little,” he responded to her sass about the flask. “I didn’t have it around when you were little.” Turning to the bartender he flashed a few signals with his hands. The man turned and began to work.

Damian was a bad Jedi, but he was a good liar. Well practiced and often too eager. He’d say what he’d have to say and use who he’d have to use to get a job done. So what could he tell this girl now? The answer was simple; the truth. He shrugged. “So I assume you’ll trust me when I say that there isn’t an answer at the bottom of the glass, and you won’t ever drink enough to both function and stop recognizing the person in the mirror.”

The bartender returned a drink in his hand which he put in front of Damian who, for his part, slid it to the girl. “So do you want to drink that, or talk about it? I’m here for you regardless of which choice you make.”

Kyra Perl

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra swallowed hard, her gaze falling down to the glass in her hands. The 'don't tell mom' was unstated, yet she liked to think they had an understanding. There was very little shenanigans she had not been down for growing up. Far as momma Perl was concerned, her youngest and brightest was at the top of the world at Silver Rest.

She preferred keeping it that way.

Kyra frowned into the contents of the glass as he spoke. "I dunno, I look kinda funky when I tilt the glass this way." She let him have his reaction, then slumped, her shoulders turning in as she looked up at him.

"What if I did both?" She counter offered. She always did that with him-- weaseling her way to more palatable middle ground where he could feel like he had ticked some box of being the responsible adult, while she allthewhile got what she wanted anyway. Her lower lip stuck out in an un-abashed pout, her lashes giving a pleading bat-bat.

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Pouting. That’s a face he had long gotten used to, but not seen in what feeled like an age of man. “I’ve half a mind to scold you just for giving me that face.” Damians face went stern as he made direct contact with her eyes staring into them and not breaking.

“But that would be rather hypocritical though, I was allowed to make my bad decisions at your age.” he shrugged as he sipped his drink maintaining his stare. “Besides education is the remedy against alcoholism, better you learn now what is enough and too much.” And better with him here than not he supposed. A bit of a safety net. Maybe the baby doll eyes were working.

No that was unacceptable, it was time to go for the headshot. “Besides, I trust you.”

Suppressing an urge to smirk he looked flatly at the girl, “But why all of this anyways?”


Kyra Perl

 

[Amani Serys]

Amani had half a mind to just stick to her guns and stay where she was. Standing around eating and people watching didn't sound all that bad. But, it's not much of a reason to come to a party. Her voice trailed off as Acaadi spoke again, and she looked down while weighing her options.

"....Sure."

She took Acaadi's hand, and pulled herself in to whisper in his ear,

"But if I look bad I'm blaming it on you," she tittered.

 

[Kyra Perl]

He'd see his words hit their mark, an ever so slight wince rippling through the corner of her eyes. She looked away from him, the pout dashed in a heart beat.

She took a deep breath, considering his question. She wasn't one to lie, not to family and not where it mattered. It was just. Her head was so crazy now a days. She wasn't even sure she could put it to words.

"...Do I have one liver, or two," she started, her voice clearing.

"I'm really not sure. I think Mum has two. I've seen her drink like it. And Yula? But we have different dads. What if I'm less like her and more like you? How do we know? We don't," she stated simply.

She fell silent for a moment, then started up again, her rattle gaining steam.

"And people are so loud, you know? Just aaaaaah," she shook her hands like one might shake an annoying baby, her drink sloshing. "In my head! All the time!" She licked up her hand, getting a little frazzled as she looked up at him. "There's a lot I don't know-- can't do-- can't hear-- It's just all so- blah!" She looked back away, her features pinching in distress as she shook her head.

"...Ever since Kintan. I just... I don't know. And I can't ask Mum. And I miss Yula. And- One liver or two???" She demanded, her voice squeaking high with strain.

Damian Starchaser

 

[Acaadi]

Amani Serys

"Oh so you don't want me to do the funky Rishii then?" Acaadi laughed. He immediately fell into a particular type of science. In the way of most teenagers he frequently tried to be funny and then worried too much that he was making an idiot of himself. It didn't help when Amani whispering in his ear made him feel seven kinds of self-conscious.

Acaadi turned towards her and started to dance. He look very much the same as every other untrained teenager did on the dance floor. Jedi training gave him a sense of balance, but it certainly didn't give him style or rhythm.

"See? No one cares what we're doing!" he declared.

 

[Kei Amadis]

Waiting for his wife? Nope! At the first sign of Elara. He strode over to her through the crowds, anyone who called his name didn't even exist. Eyes fixed on her. Kei picked her up off the floor in the middle of everything, and kissed her like the first time they’d met. That first time. Holding her off the floor in his arms till he placed her down. He didn’t let her go. “Feel like its been years.” He said into her ear. Kissing her cheek again. It’d take ten Wookies to get her out of that hug.

She lived with him, their ship or log cabin both homes they held dear, but a three-week break to Coruscant politicking was three weeks too long apart.

Holding her hands he pulled back and nodded, “black.” Was all he said, with that grin that was only for her. He had a lot of grins, but only one look of love. Unconditional love for her. When he stepped closer, he linked her hands in his, their engraved rings together again. Kissing the engraving like the first day he’d hand carved it, remembering the day he’d asked to be his.

“Mrs Amadis.”

He extended his arm for her to take. “How was your week.” Kei would listen to her as if it was the first time in too long apart. Of her sister, their children, their home, Patches, Zacka, and any detail she wanted to tell him no matter how small.

Tag: Elara Amadis

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Damian reached over with an arm and gave the girl a quick squeeze. “There are certain techniques available to Jedi to help quiet the mind, meditations and the like.” Damian took a deep breath releasing the girl and sat upright in his chair. He was really bad at this. “You just find the center and breath, take in your surroundings and don’t allow it to overwhelm you. Empty yourself and allow the force to fill the void.” A calming aura passed over him as he breathed, but only for a moment. “Also there are easier ways to tell if you have two livers. You can ask a doctor, or I can just go find a medical scanner and tell you.”

Of course there was a bit of an underlying question that he himself could relate to. “You know I’m a clone,” was a horrible segway into a conversation but it came out of his mouth anyway, “but I had a mother. And a gene donor who she used to create me.” Yeah awkward, nice.This was a conversation he never thought nor wanted to have. “The point is I never knew him, but I found him. I stalked about him, learned about him, robbed his casino. It didn’t bring me any peace.”

He let out a sigh. “Whatever you decide you know I’ll be around. What else have I got to do?” A lot was the answer. But a lot was also annoying and boring and more important it was less important. “You want to find answers? I’m there. You want to just let it lie on the plate like a bag pierogi, I can do that. You want to drink yourself stupid, I’m here staring disaptovingly.”

Kyra Perl

 

[Kyra Perl]

She glowered into the glass, hearing all his words, which was quite the feat for the flighty Perl but he would notice her undivided attention none the less. In the end his words offered no tangible solution. Kind direction, sure. Even solace. But besides the comfort she gleamed from his hug, very little felt right in the moment.

Because there was no easy fix, she realized. Only small steps she could take-- many of which he offered.

She stirred her pinky in her drink, giving him a tight smile.

"Thanks, Uncle Dam. I'll be okay." She lifted her glass to her lips, eyeing the flashing piece of tech on his wrist. "Do you even have a body scanner on you. That's just creepy." Despite the tease, her grin grew wider. Her mood seemed to shift as quick as the wind, but that was nothing new for her. Away from the confusing angst of her group, she was now faced with the pleasant vibes of party-goers around her. It was more her vibe any day.

He would start to see her perk up to the beat of the music around them. She was so much like her mother in that regards.

 

[Damian Starchaser]

“I mean,” Damian protested, “I don’t have a body scanner on me.But if this is really an issue I can get one.” he shrugged and smiled back at the girl. It was genuine, something he’d done more since his association with the Perl gang. It used to be he’d flash a smile and while charming and disarming it would be hollow internally. He pressed a button on his watch, the lifesigns scanner activated. Putting the watch up he let it beep rapidly detecting the lifeform in front of him, as he centered the scannery on the girl it’s ping increased while the display showed the rest of the people around them. “Am I detecting a light mood?.”

“Can’t be. I could have sworn I was sitting next to a moody teen.” He turned the sensor off and broadened his smile. “Less moody than I was though. Go have fun, forget complicated questions and let loose a bit.” Damian stood up to leave the girl and go skulk in a corner to watch over her, “but please be responsible.”

Kyra Perl

 

[Kyra Perl]

His cheesy tactics had their affect. She laughed despite herself, her smile growing to match his own. "You're such a doof," she dismissed. She hopped down, not needing to be told twice to go have fun. Especially when a dance floor was involved. She left her drink where it laid, her heels clinking against tile as she stood up with him.

She was taller now, and it wasn't just the stilts. Still, the hug she gave him required rolling onto her toes, her thin arms wrapping around his torso. "Thanks Uncle Dami." She gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek, her fingers light as she gave him one last bear hug of a squeeze.

The flash of silver dashed out of his coat folds, his flask floating behind her back.

She pulled away, smiling sweetly. "I will." With a flourish of her skirts, she turned to leave him, her fingers groping blinding for the flask as she tried to tuck it out of sight.

"See you!"

Damian Starchaser