Private Just A Job

[Caelyn Malkavian]

The ground was soft...oh how she loved when the ground was soft. Not only was it easier on her feet - she preferred them bare when she could get away with it - but it gave her a real feel for the area around her. Not that hardened ground wasn't easy to maneuver around too. Over the years, Caelyn had worked up a toughness to the bottoms of her feet; it made fighting so much easier when you didn't have to worry about your opponent weakening your stance.

But the softness of the ground, it was promising. Not so much the loose dirt is it could be kicked up or thrown in desperation, but that was alright. The ability to read an opponent had been something literally beaten into Caelyn. To watch as the other person moved, to try and predict what they were thinking, to see what actions they would take in desperation to win. And it was always desperation to win. At least, it was where Cae was used to throwing down.

This place however, was different. The rules were different, which was something the redheaded fighter was going to have to remember - to keep in mind at all times. It was always hard transitioning from the Pits to mundane fights. The absolute need to win, no matter the cost, was hardwired into place after all. But this wasn't the Pits. This was a job, an assignment given to her by her grandmother, to carry out and see through to the end. No, this was just a way to garner attention.

Claudia Malkavian was a force to be reckoned with, a terrifying force at that - under the surface. The woman had the strongest, most unbreakable public facade that had ever been seen. It was flawless, so much so that at times? Caelyn actually believed her to be the picture of high society. But that was because her grandmother was careful, and when there was a message to be sent? Caelyn was that messenger.

Thus why Caelyn was here now - where? Honestly the redhead couldn't remember. Some moon where her grandmother had wanted to buy property, another place to hide more fighters. The best way to keep from getting caught with fighting slaves was to always be moving where they were located, after all. Unfortunately this particular purchase had been snatched right out from underneath the Malkavian matriarch, and naturally she was not pleased in the least little bit about it. Messenger or no, it was a rare occurrence for Claudia to release Caelyn from her sight at such a distance. The youngest of the bloodline was a prized possession, and not something her grandmother wished to risk losing. So that alone meant that Claudia was pissed.

And now Cae was here, just on the outskirts of this little habitat of a town on this moon she didn't recognize or remember the name of. The opponent across from her continued to snicker, to laugh at the fact that this child dare enter into such a fight - that it had been allowed was laughable! Who was she to think that she could oppose him? Such a strong fighter, unmatched thus far. A small thing like this redhead child was surely out of place, and just seeking attention - and in that he was not wrong. Caelyn was indeed seeking attention just from a singular source, the crowd that had gathered here to watch this fight was large enough after all and hopefully would do the trick. And when given permission to stand at the ready, her body slipped into a fighter's stance with the ease of familiarity, and she watched the tanned color of her opponent pale a shade when he seemed to realize she knew what she was doing.

A blaster bolt fired into the evening sky, and Caelyn's body moved. She did not wait for her opponent to strike first, or to gain his bearings nor recover from his shock. Her bared feet carried her across the distance, each step seeming to cause the earth beneath her feet to give way just enough so that she had momentum. And when she reached the man across from her, who by this point had at least realized he was being charged and put up defense, the step that carried Cae forward literally raised the earth beneath her to give her the spring and height she needed to land the first blow.

It was a solid connection, her fist to the space between the man's eyes, and yet while he was stunned and staggered backward, he did not go down. Caelyn touched ground again, clearly confused by this revelation. A big guy like that should have gone down like a rock in a pond. But he didn't, and now he was pissed and coming at her. The redhead blew at loose strands of hair that had fallen into her face, shifted her stance, and then met this guy head on. Cae was quick and nimble, but even that didn't save her from every hit or kick thrown her way. While she was going to be sore from it later, these lapses also told her everything she needed to know about this guy. He threw all of his weight into his attacks, which not only meant he was wearing himself down, but he was risking his balance. For only a short time she continued to exchange blows with this opponent, for as soon as she heard that first labored breath, a smirk that could only be mustered by the Malkavian women graced Cae's lips.

The next kick aimed for her head was ducked, and the girl brought both of her hand up, circled them outwards quickly, and then thrust them forward towards the man's torso. While her hands did not technically touch the man, he was thrown away from Cae with brutal force, and hit the ground hard enough to skid a couple of feet. She was quick to follow his collapsed frame, and was not bashful when it came to pummeling him with her fists - and she continued to do so until blaster fire sounded again.

Almost immediately Caelyn's body stiffened, she got up from where she had been hovering over her opponent's now battered frame, and she stepped aside. There were no cheers from the gathered crowd, the shock of what was just witnessed was tangible in the air. No, it wasn't until her winning was announced that shock seemed to melt into equal parts cheers and jeers. Plenty of bets were lost this night, Caelyn was sure of it. That wasn't her problem of course, and she stepped out of the makeshift ring without a backwards glance. She had her own credits to collect after all, and more than that? With the crowd now talking about what had just transpired she was sure to draw attention. As such she stepped off to the side where fighters could prepare themselves and worked to wash her hands while she waited and listened to everything going on around her.

She did still have a message to deliver, after all.

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[Adron Malvern]

DARK NIGHT​

Tags: Caelyn Malkavian | Donne Toulemonde ​

It was a quiet evening. A cool breeze flowed through the streets as Adron walked down them with a content expression. He was not garbed in the usual attire he wore for his station, long flowing robes or grand suits of amethyst and gold. No, today he wore a simple slate suit with a matching fedora on the top of his head. He did, however, have an ornate walking cane that let off a soft tapping as it impacted the ground below him. So what could bring the Exarch of The Confederacy and King of Illyria to this insignificant little moon? The same thing that his master had entrusted he and Srina Talon to seek out and destroy at every possible turn.

Slavery. The thought of the word made his stomach turn. What was a rather shocking concept for most individuals to grasp was that Adron could inflict horrid atrocities on thousands without batting an eye, yet the very concept of slavery infuriated him beyond reason. Why shouldn't it? Slavery was an industry utilized by the weak of mind and thoughtless. It was a false sense of economy that was always subject to being destroyed at a moments notice. So when Adron heard of whispers of slavery throughout territories not far from his own? He could not help himself. Although he was careful in the arsenal he unleashed upon these slavers. After all, it was a perfect time for Donne Toulemonde to present herself as a competent agent of the Confederate Judicial system. That was why the man had brought the silver haired Knight along.

The two moved down the street and Adron spoke carefully, yet not so loud that any other than his Guard could hear him.

"I had hoped by buying a large amount of property on this world I would identify myself as obviously wealthy." He explained to the woman. "Then those who were practicing in this trade would reach out to me in hopes of securing my riches or at the very least some kind of patronage. Perhaps I did not purchase enough of the lands, although I now have little use for them. Perhaps a storage port for our commerce fleet..." He mused aloud, before turning his eyes to the young woman.

"And you? How have you been adjusting to your place within the Order?" He asked her. Soon the two would arrive at a large series of warehouses that the Exarch had purchased under the guise of some alias or another. He paused for a moment in consideration as he looked over the massive buildings.

It had been less than three months when the Exarch assigned one of his best enforcers to the Knights Obsidian. The King held his ornate cane up, gesturing to the warehouses. "Well, if nothing else they are of decent design. For now we will maintain our presence here and hope the shadows shift to reveal that which we seek." He told her.
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[Donne Toulemonde]

Adron Malvern Caelyn Malkavian


Donne had spent more time travelling between different worlds than an amount of time spent on any of them combined. She had no real love for spaceflight and found it to be both a challenge and an exhaust of her motivation. Simply put, she'd like to stay put somewhere long enough to unload a hairbrush or two.

Her relationship with Adron Malvern was complicated. He was her Master, first and foremost. Her loyalty to him as Sith Lord were unabashed and unwavering. He was her liege, The King of Illyria. Growing up on the world, let alone being placed as a Knight-Bachelor, meant that she afforded him loyalty, as Monarch and Leader of her people. He was Exarch of the Confederacy, a somewhat new title that contended with her other notions. As a Knight Obsidian, she would recognise his authority above almost all others.

It was a complicated relationship.

Walking alongside him, she listened as he mused upon their being on this obscure moon and their mission.

A complicated relationship with a complicated man.

"The Order has its principles. I admire that. A Confederacy of people governed by the people, for the people. Its a startling new concept to me."

She smiled. She was making a joke! How strange, He might think. Having lived under a King of sorts, one way or another, it was refreshing to feel power rested elsewhere; for the meanwhile, at least.

They walked on. He spoke about the warehouses, of their acceptability for his purposes. She felt that that was how he lived his life; deigning things as acceptable or unacceptable. She passed his tests on a daily basis but she did have this nagging feeling that she might not always live up to his exacting expectations.

"How long must we wait?"

She ran her fingertips in a circle on each other, a habit she utilised when she wanted to expel a little excess energy.

"And what will you do with them?"

 

[Caelyn Malkavian]

Tags: | Adron Malvern | Donne Toulemonde |

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She felt the movement outside, the shift in power where there had been nothing moments before. Now there was certainly not nothing, and it made Caelyn sigh heavily as she stared at the wall across the way from her. The bodies outside did not know her, and at the moment they seemed unaware that she was here - or at least, was here with purpose. Unlike the woman who had raised her, Cae had yet to learn to hide her signature from others, but why would she matter to anyone on the other side of the wall - yet?

The crowd behind her was still restless, still divided between rage and amusement at her display and ability to take down their assumed champion. This no longer meant a thing to Caelyn, and she stepped away from the rumblings of noise that had become nothing more than background to her. Bare feet carried her across the warehouse floor, her gaze always returning to the spot on the wall where she knew the bodies on the other side were stood, and once she reached the door her hands did not lift to physically touch it. A soft movement of the hand and the door swung open calmly enough, allowing Caelyn's frame to step over the threshold and out into the open air. Another sigh, though this one was used to refill her lungs with fresh air rather than dirt and the musk of the crowd inside.

It was not difficult to spot the pair she had been focused on, they were out of place down here even if they weren't dressed to the nines. Odd, in the redhead's experience, people of money and power dressed the part to make sure others knew their position. Never the less, she approached the pair quietly. There was no rush, no movement to bombard the pair or attempt to strike out against them. In this moment, it would merely seem as if the girl were walking to meet the pair and nothing more. She was of course dressed the part of a fighter, bared feet, bloodied and cracked knuckles, dirty from the makeshift ring inside. But beyond all that, Caelyn was a child - a teen just out of the grasp of adulthood, and despite what she may look like, she was approaching with a message, and she meant business.

 

[Adron Malvern]

LITTLE GIRL?​

Tags: Caelyn Malkavian | Donne Toulemonde ​

He was darkness. So while his faithful Knight spoke, he delved deep into the Dark Side of the Force. It brought him a third avenue of knowledge that was unattainable to any but a Sith Lord. He could feel it. The pain, the suffering, and most importantly the greed. A lust for blood was thick upon this planet to the point where it nearly activated the primal instincts of the Force within him. He inhaled sharply, closing his eyes for a moment before turning to Donne with a fulfilled expression. "At least we know we are in the right place. Can you sense it?" He asked the woman. Although Darth Arbiter was a formidable shadow of the Dark Side, her experience was far less than that of her master. He never skipped a chance to remind her of this, as he was one who believed there was always more to be learned.

He regarded Donne's question with an almost dismissive tone. "We will wait as long as necessary. Surely time among the Knight's Obsidian has not eroded your patience in such a manner?" He questioned, yet the answer to the question was not needed as a soft padding could be heard approaching the two. Adron did not answer Donne's final question as they now had company and the answer was apparent. His cane rested against the ground as he turned his eyes to the young girl. Dressed as a fighter it seemed. She was exhausted, that much the Sith could see from her fatigued body.

He looked down on the young girl. He said nothing, those piercing amethyst eyes descending on her in a searching manner. His eyes began to shine faintly, casting out an amethyst light.

Fear. It was on the surface of her mind. An emotion that was muted compared to her exhaustion and some amount of...anticipation? Ambition? Interesting. The Sith Lord lips curled into a smile before he looked to the girl with a slight arch of the brow. "Can I help you little girl?" He asked, his voice as it ever was, like fine wine poured over a silver dagger.
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[Donne Toulemonde]

Donne rolled her eyes again. She was being lectured again by her Master. To say she found it insufferable was to put it mildly. She owed him everything but the least he could do her was grant her the benefit of the doubt, let alone the benefit of his wisdom.

"As formidable and wise as you are, Master, you ask questions that you surely know the answers to. Try not to waste your own time with such things."

He knew there was levity to her point. Her loyalty and deference was without question and so she exercised her humility through good humour.

A twinge in the base of the neck told her something was afoot. She felt it keenly, the Force alerting her to outward danger. A teenage girl stood. She absentmindedly reached for her saber, prepared to repel any assault that might come their way.

He spoke to her, almost rhetorically.

Adron Malvern Caelyn Malkavian

 

[Caelyn Malkavian]

Tag: | Adron Malvern | Donne Toulemonde |

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There it was, that condescending tone that Caelyn despised so very, very much. Even with the fear, and forced respect she felt for her grandmother, she hated it when the older woman used such a tone towards her. Yes, the redheaded teen was aware that she was young. But in her short amount of years, she has seen, done, and gone through more than most people ever do in the entirety of their lives. She was by no means a little girl. Nothing more than physically.

Still, that's not why she was here.

Cae watched as the woman across from her reached for what she could only assume was one of those annoying, albeit dangerous glow sticks. That could be problematic if she didn't watch out for herself thoroughly. For the moment however, the redhead exhaled slowly through her nose and took another few steps forward towards the pair. "Probably not," she finally answered the question that had been directed at her in a voice that was still young in tone but flecked in forced refinement. And surprisingly - mostly to herself - it was an honest answer. No one could help her, after all. "You're the one who bought up this batch of property?" It wasn't a question that really needed to be asked. Why else would this particular pair be here, in a place where they clearly didn't belong?

But good manners forced Caelyn to ask anyway, to be sure this was who she was looking for and why she was here.

 

[Adron Malvern]

DARK KILLER​

Tags: Donne Toulemonde | Caelyn Malkavian ​

There was something about this girl. He noticed that when he called her a little girl her anger flared. He would have to continue to take advantage of that temper of hers. He smiled softly to himself before glancing over to his trusted Knight. Her hand had fallen to her lightsaber already. At least her time among the Knight's Obsidian had not eroded her caution. So often he found the Knights enjoyed their own safety far too much, leaving themselves open to all manner of surprise. The Exarch of the Confederacy did not often find himself surprised, only amused.

"Indeed." He said in response to her words. He looked over the girls form once again before taking special notice of the physique of her body. He had seen its kind before only once in a girl as young as her. Danielle Mueller , his youngest apprentice who had been conscripted to a life of combat before taking on the extremely harsh task of serving as the Exarch's apprentice. The young girl before him was not the type to bide her time in flowers or boys. No, there was something so much more there, something that caused the man's amethyst eyes to shine brilliantly.

"Tell me." He said, a small smile coming to his lips as he looked to the young woman pointedly. "How many men have you killed little girl?" He asked, before chuckling softly to himself. "I can sense your kind exceptionally well. The anger that sits on the surface of your mind betrays you."

"Why are you here?" He demanded.
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[Donne Toulemonde]

Donne felt her sense moving beyond the conversation. She searched for any impending danger. She felt the tinge of distress, the echoes of fear and panic emanating from the buildings, residual energies from countless encounters. She watched as Malvern spoke to the young girl.

She listened intently to her Master as he persuaded the interloper to part with the knowledge he so desperately required. She kept her mind and mouth quiet; she had nothing of worth to add. Lord Commander Voph had reminded her, at most opportunities, that she ran so much with her mouth that her mind would often play catch up. She would show restraint...for now.



Adron Malvern Caelyn Malkavian

 

[Caelyn Malkavian]

Tag: | Adron Malvern | Donne Toulemonde |

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"Thirty-seven." The answer came almost before he could finish asking the question. Perhaps the number of lives lost to the redhead were unimpressive, but Caelyn was only sixteen, and to be able to call the number from the top of her head, unwavering and without hesitation meant that they were not just random kills. She kept track, and that was significant in its own right.

But that hadn't been the only question she had been asked, and the fact made Cae sigh slowly as her posture tightened. The answer to her own question had been in the affirmative, which meant this was why she was here. The odds here were not in her favor, she could blatantly feel that fact as she looked between the two in front of her. "I was sent with a message," she finally spoke up again, though her tone was tighter, just a little more strained than it had been.

She knew what she was supposed to do, and what would happen to her if she didn't. But there was something here, in this moment, screaming at the back of her mind and telling her that following orders was not going to end well for her. And yet the ire of her grandmother was more potent; the idea of losing the very essence of her own life so that her grandmother could remain young terrified Caelyn in a way that she would never be able to explain. She had watched it happen, was made to witness more than once for the very purpose of keeping her in line - remembering her place.

And that fear was enough to force Cae's hand. "Stop meddling in other people's affairs." From there, the girl seemed to conjure snaps of wind from around them, concentrated enough to be sharp as blades, and hurled with purpose straight for the woman she knew was going to be in her way.

 

[Adron Malvern]

POWER​

Tags: Caelyn Malkavian | Donne Toulemonde ​

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"Thirty-Seven."

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Now that was impressive. So much so that the Sith Lord's lips curled into a rather pleased expression. So he had been correct in his assumption. The Dark Side of the Force wrapped itself around this girl like a blanket of fire and hatred. She was a pure product of the Dark Powers that the Sith controlled so willingly. This was something he could certainly appreciate. He clasped both hands over his walking cane while his eyes glanced over to Donne with a silent, unreadable expression. ​

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He returned his eyes to the girl with an arch of his brow. Every movement the man made was one of careful calculation. He was not surprised this young girl was a killer. The Sith and Jedi bred killers from birth, she was no different. Both of the Sith Lord's hands were clasped over his walking cane, gripping the silver decoration with a slight twinge of anticipation. The woman offered a warning. One that caused the Sith Lord's eyes to become interested. However, her intentions quickly became reality. The Force quaked and the Sith Lord's eyes became focused, glowing vibrantly in response to the young assassin. ​

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Blades of wind. They flew with majestic whistles, aimed to slice through the tempting flesh of Adron's escort. ​

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Precise. Tactful. Deadly. ​

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The attack was nearly flawless. Yet the wisps of wind were unraveled at their core, so much so that only a faint breeze came across Donne's hair, shifting it ever so slightly. ​

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Behind her the Sith Lord held a hand up towards the Knight. That amethyst glow became more and more vibrant as he turned his gaze to the young girl. "How impressive." He complimented. Stepping forward, the Sith Lord spoke plainly. "You skill is considerable. However you lack..."​

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"Power." An immense weight fell over Caelyn Malkavian . Her knees grew tight and her joints would ache in response to the pressure placed upon her. Unable to move, she would feel the cold breeze that flowed around her, drawing her towards the Sith Lord. Darth Malphas raised a single hand to the skies and with it Caelyn began to float from the ground, her feet leaving the concrete for the very winds she sought to control. With a swing of his hand the woman's body crashed hard into the ground, unable to even protect herself from the hard surface below. There she remained, pinned by the unseen weight of the Dark Side. The Sith Lord allowed his dark power to spill out freely, filling the girl with a deep sense of hatred and disdain. He played on every emotion, every thought, as his hand wrapped around the very core of her being. ​

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"Who sent you, little girl?" He demanded. ​

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[Donne Toulemonde]

Donne blinked with disquiet. She hadn't expected things to turn so violent so suddenly. She was gifted in the art of deducing the past but perhaps she would need to practice her foresight a little more. Her mentor was clearly ready for such an eventuality. She allowed herself the coyest of retorts to the sudden fury.

"I could have handled that."

He was dealing with this attacker as he might any threat...she used the word threat lightly. She had offered little resistance to he skills he wielded. Very few could withstand such ferocity. Donne walked forward, the girls seemingly panicked looks wasted on her. Donne placed her hands on the girl, searching for anything that might be used as a weapon, concealed from their eyes if not Malvern's wandering and invasive mind.

"She's clean, boss."


Adron Malvern Caelyn Malkavian

 

[Caelyn Malkavian]

Tags: | Adron Malvern | Donne Toulemonde |

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The attack had been thrown with practiced precision; a tactic that had been quite literally beaten into the teen for years until she learned control. Caelyn had not been still after her initial attack, she knew better than to remain stationary, especially with more than one opponent in front of her. Instinct screamed at her, demanding her to stop. Before now, Cae and her instincts were always on par, never a split decision in anything she did, but now? Now her life very well depend on the situation at hand and she had just been about to break apart the ground this posh-appearing pair were stood on, despite everything inside of her telling her to cease.

It seemed however, fate and Caelyn's instincts were more intune than anything else.

The redhead's body stiffened, her joints locked, and yet there was resistance. It wasn't much, she was very clearly not used to coming across or dealing with opposition that dabbled with the Force, much less knew what they were doing with it. But two steps forward, the ground between herself and the pair cracked in warning, but did not give way before Cae was lifted from the ground. From there, no struggle would be found. Her thoughts raced, and yet it was not in fear of what would be done to her here. No, all she could think about was an image of a young woman who at first was bright, vibrant, beautiful and in her prime. The next thought was the same woman, devoid of life, looking as if her body were quite literally sucked dry.

This was the fear Cae knew. Enough so that she hadn't even noticed that she was being searched - not that she had much more than the clothes on her back.

When her body hit the ground, the small crater that was made was not from the force of her impact, but the pent up energy she had been ready to use against this man and his companion. Naturally all Caelyn wanted to do was curl in on herself, but could still not move. She could feel the weight of intrusion, could feel that the things building within her were not her own doing, but amplification of deeply rooted hatred. Her head struggled to lift, but she did it, and her teeth grit as her expression had contort with planted, seething rage.

"Claudia Malkavian." A woman of worth, true enough. But also a woman who was elusive, and always careful with her company, especially when it came to mingling in high society. Never the less, it was the required answer from the teen.

 

[Adron Malvern]

Sister​

Tags: Donne Toulemonde | Caelyn Malkavian ​

As the attacker was bolted to the ground through the power of the Force, Adron glanced over at Donne before offering the slightest smirk at her words. "You could have." He agreed, saying no more on the matter before looking down to the woman before them. She was so young. So impressionable, yet the Dark Side of the Force had already made itself at home within her. The Sith Lord's eyes lingered over the young girl for some time before Donne finished searching her, to find nothing. "I suppose killing her would be the easiest way to send a message to her mistress." He mused aloud, yet with each moment to pass the Sith Lord let the base of his cane tap against the ground below as he contemplated the girl's fate.

"Claudia Malkavian." He repeated.

"I am familiar." He said, running a hand over his chin in soft contemplation. "Or rather, I am aware." He said, before looking to Donne, speaking softly. "There is no one with any sense of status who does not know of the Lady Malkavian. She is an aristocrat, but her circles are tight knit and very private. Even I have not received an invitation to join them." He said, not caring to hide the bit of broken pride from the statement.

"Hmm." The man hummed softly, before slamming the base of his cane to the ground in a final motion. "I take exception to those who view my life as a piece in their game."

"My message will be clear and concise. Yet subtle." He said with some pride before looking over to Donne with a simple gesture to the young girl. "Take her. For her attempt on your life the punishment could easily be death. I will offer her a simpler path, with a single choice." With that the Exarch turned from the girl, making his way back down the street, towards their ship's landing pad.
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[Donne Toulemonde]

Donne shrugged. Her master's machinations were assiduous, if not mysterious and she didn't care to challenge them. The grasped this Caelyn's forearm and brought her up to her feet. She knew the girl wouldn't run for it would be a sentence of death. Whether Adron had the jurisdiction to execute in cold bloody in the street was neither here nor there. There was little he cared for less than irritating details.

Donne watched her.

"You shouldn't have done that." she said, almost taking the girl into her confidence.

"If you'd have killed him, you would have just made him mad."

Donne cricked her own neck and wiped a slither of dust from her clothing. The problem with these areas was that they put out all sorts of rubbish. She looked across at Caelyn.

How much trouble are you going to cause us? She mused, handing Caelyn a small candy bar that Donne kept on her person for when she felt a little boost was needed.

"Have you tasted Yolandan berries? These aren't quite as good but they're pretty exciting."

They walked on after Adron, making for the ship.

Caelyn Malkavian Adron Malvern