Mambo no. 5 [CIS Dominion of Thaere Privo | V-41]

[Mathilde Brennus]

Objective: Protect the Blue Blood
Wearing: This conservative cocktail dress with some blades and other assassin things hidden underneath.
With: [member="Leah Winsclav"] (Open to other interactions and imprinting.)

The situation went from zero to lightspeed lickity split, as the stranger suddenly got physical with Winsclav with no warning. The Countess had just about the reaction one could expect from a prim and proper noble, flashing a mortified expression for an instant, clearly uncomfortable. However, in the next moment, she had regained her composure, trying to diffuse the situation. Mathilde had a feeling that after the boldness displayed by the Eldorai already, that she wouldn't relent.

That was it. Time to get to work.

The Echani rose, slipping past her would be admirer to stand beside Winsclav, silver eyes narrowed at the space elf.

"We can continue this cultural exchange after you take a few paces back from the good Countess. Galadranni do love their personal space, even more than tea."

[member="Fiore de Noir"] [member="Tanaski Yumi"]

 

[Fiore]

Objective: Prove Eldorai are better than Echani
Interaction: [member="Mathilde Brennus"] [member="Leah Winsclav"]

The reaction was something one would normally and typically expect, though with whatever was in that drink that was being handed around Fiore was confused. Shouldn’t that type of advancement be what people wanted? To touch and to feel the one that you’re absolutely in adoration over – they liked that right?

As Leah pulled away, Fiore tilted her head in confusion. It was then the Echani reacted and the pointed ears of the space elf moved back showing a sign of aggression. She stood along with the Echani and waved her hand slightly. “I think there was a misunderstanding.” This white-haired woman was in the way of what the young Eldorai desired. She had an unrelenting need to be around the Galadranni and there was now an obstacle.

“The only one that needs to move a few paces back is you.” The soft features of the Eldorai frowned as she didn’t back down. She took a step forward even.

 

[Leah Winsclav]

Objective: Don’t get caught in a elf sandwich

Leah could sense that tension was building, but the moment the woman said her guard needed to take a step back, she immediately moved her way back. Leah stood up and moved back and stood away from the pair of them. She didn’t want to get involved.

She then gave Mathilde a look, shaking her head softly and mouthing “no weapons”. She didn’t want the pair of them at each other’s thoughts, with so many people in the close area, there was a decent chance that someone else was going to get hurt. If she was going to fight, then it had to be taken outside.

[member="Fiore de Noir"]
[member="Mathilde Brennus"]

 

[Mathilde Brennus]

Objective: Protect the Blue Blood
Wearing: This conservative cocktail dress with some blades and other assassin things hidden underneath.
With: [member="Leah Winsclav"] (Open to other interactions and imprinting.)

Mathilde would have much rather had Winsclav stay put and just tell the woman to leave rather than scurry away - Galdraani were also infamously indirect - because the Echani wasn't much interested in fighting anyone at a cocktail party, especially a drunk without any sense.

"It looks like my friend is ready to move on from here, so I will bid you adieu."

Slowly she backed away from from the Eldorai, a forced smile on her face as she regrouped on Winsclav. Then she wrapped an arm around the smaller woman's shoulder protectively and tilted her head toward Winsclav's ear.

"I hate to do to this to you," she whispered, one eye still on the Eldorai. "But I think it's best we just leave. Something just feels wrong about this whole crowd..."

[member="Fiore de Noir"] [member="Tanaski Yumi"]

 

[Fiore]

Interaction: [member="Mathilde Brennus"] [member="Leah Winsclav"]

Seeing that this was going to end faster than it had started. Fiore did her best to regroup and walk away, but something kept her where she was. The two women regrouped, and Fiore took a step forward and raised her hand hoping to stop them.

“Hey, it seems we uh got off on the wrong foot. There’s no reason to leave.” Forcing a smile, she did her best to remain friendly, but the fact that the Echani was holding onto Leah was bothering her to no end. “Let’s just get something to drink and chat. Fiore kept moving closer hoping to cut the pair off from their exit.

“I think it would be a good idea to stay and have fun.” Seeing that she had cut off the exit, she stepped closer. Fiore needed to get the competition out of the way. A quick kick to the Echani's inner knee would hopefully catch her off guard, enough to pull her away so that Fiore could get between her and Leah.

 

[Tanaski Yumi]

Location: Bar
Status: Love drunk-at [member="Mathilde Brennus"]
Wearing: Simple black collar button shirt and suit pants
Post: 3

Tana finally noticed the other two people who were currently residing at the table, the first being the women whom the assassin was accompanying. The other being human in appearance with the hint of other race, voided in the force through some other means though like the first did not seem to captivate his gaze like the Echani at his side. It would have made someone question what sort of drink they were selling in this place but as far as he knew it was a natural and genuine attraction from the heart.

Speaking of which the pale beuty if the body guard came back with a reply, it was short potlie but straight to the point, Tana able to note her want of privacy without it sounding harsh. Her voice seeming to just being a soothing sound to his ear just perpetuating the boys desire. “Oh but what is more enjoyable then spending time with such beautiful women as you? I do. O think I’d want to be anywhere else but at this table”, he replied leaning against the bench via elbow, gazing at the Echani with a coy but sweet smile.

Unfortunately It seemed such time would be inttuded upon as the women went to work safe guarding her charge. Such dedication and strict adherence was certainly nothing to ignore for Tana, but it was a slight let down as she moved away. As the trio conversed he walked up behind the Echani one more, poking his head around her shoulder, “is such really so wrong, a party like this is a time to relax and let lose, drink and be merry, not stress”.

[member="Leah Winsclav"][member="Fiore de Noir"]

 

[Sigrid Forsberg]

Wearing: Traditional Valkyri (read: Space Viking) Dress
Status: Sober, but probably not for long.
With: [member="Eustachya"]

Escorting a Jedi girl to a party. That was probably one of the strangest requests that she had received to date. Usually, when people made requests of Sigrid to do things, it involved heavy lifting of blasting a hole through something.

It was a welcome change for the soldier all the same, not having done any serious partying since her last visit to Midvinter months ago. Five straight nights days of feasting, drinking, and satisfying other passions. It was pure bliss. The only reason the feast didn't last longer is that she eventually had pull herself away to visit with the rest of her family who she hadn't seen in years.

She could already see now that the CIS people's party wouldn't be nearly as wild, but as long as there were drinks, then she would have a good time all the same!

Near the stairs, her charge addressed her, explaining that Sigrid didn't need to stick around. Sigrid just grinned in response, bending over to pat the comparatively tiny blonde on the back.

"Nonsense!" she roared. "We're in this together!" she was fluent at Basic at this point, but still had a heavy accent.

Eustachya had an interesting choice of dress, a quaint style much closer in appearance to Sigrid's traditional Valkyri wear than all the trendy clothing on display at the party. With her delicate features, she reminded Sigrid of the Aelvar.

"Sergeant Rozeveeil remarked that you came from an icy world like me...Sarkis Nova*? What's it like there?"

*Character is saying Sargus Novis wrong.

 

[Srina Talon]

Location: Expansion Region - Thaere Sector - Thaereian System - Thaere Privo [Confederate Celebration]
Standing With: [member="Adron Malvern"]
Attire: Normal Boring White Ect...
Love Status: ...Drunk

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“What would you name your war? The Great War has been done to death…”, Srina trailed off entirely conversationally, truly, curious about what he might label such a thing. The slip of a woman had ideas of her own, but, they all involved weapons of some kind. Certainly, Adron would have more creativity than she did in this matter. Her silver eyes remained inquisitive, nearly innocent, when she asked about Alessandra’s state. Pregnancy didn’t seem unthinkable.

That had been secluded on a relatively unknown world for quite some time. What else was there to do in-between foraging for food and avoiding cholera?

“Marriage does not necessarily need to come first.”

She paused, elegant brows creasing as she thought it over, before amending it. “Though if you wish them to legitimately carry your name I assume that would be best. Regardless…Alessandra will make a beautiful bride.”

Srina didn’t have many interactions with the Minister of Commerce but she had heard that the woman had an impeccable sense of style. The way she carried herself, with such personality and confidence, occasionally made her stare in curiosity. The young Apprentice had her own presence, as many claimed, but it was different. Srina seemed to stand out because she was colorless in all things. She was a painting that an artist had forgotten to color in. Not to be touched—observed from afar.

When Adron picked up where she left off about a wedding the slender beauty felt a shiver run down her spine unbidden. He would feel it when his hand met her back. Srina would have stayed there until her unwanted embarrassment faded, secure against the wall of his chest, but a waiter interrupted to bring them some of the marron wine that seemed ever prevalent. She pulled back just enough to take one.

“To a promising future.”, she trailed off, nodding her head solemnly, while her cheeks cooled. Realizing that he had congratulated her on something she realized she had not done the same. Pleasantries encouraged quid pro quo and a faint smile started when their glasses met. “Blessings on the many offspring you will soon create.”

There. Totally appropriate.

Srina took the smallest sip of the wine. She didn’t intend to drink the whole glass. More than anything it was a distraction, something to change the flow of conversation, till she could discuss her engagement without falling apart. Adron glanced down at her as she reached to set down her wine on the nearest table. When she looked back up, meeting his gaze, she felt a particular light-headedness that was immediately accompanied by butterflies in her stomach.

She didn’t process it. Or anything else. The abrupt shift in her being left her feeling confused. The slender Echani brought herself close to him once more so that she could rest her head against his chest. Moments before, she had turned to him for protection, safety, and this was no different. She could defend herself in a fight, and more often than not, win, but in this arena, she was more than vulnerable. Emotions were overwhelming. Breaking. He smelled of expensive cologne, something spicy, but not enough that it tickled her nose when she breathed in. It was nice. “…Why don’t you ever dance with me?”

Her voice was hard to discern. Hurt? Teasing? Either way, when she tilted her head back up, it was akin to a flower greeting the sun. Adron had very symmetrical features and when she leaned up on her tiptoes her lips came incredibly close to his chin, caught, in a state of being so close and not actually touching at all. “Dance with me Adron…”

Her lips curved into an almost wicked smile before she rocked back on her low-heeled dress shoes. This was a deviance in her typical behavior. The only one that might recognize it, wasn't here, and certainly wouldn't be happy at the tone of which it was delivered. Her soft voice carried through the notes of the music that rolled in the air, weaving through the beat, all velvet, all honey.

“Or fight me. Your choice.”

 

[Daisy Americus]

Location: Entrance​

Dates: [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] & [member="Scherezade deWinter"]​

Wearing: X-O-X-O​

Daisy started to protest when Scherezade Mads announced that she was leaving them alone. Already? Her lips formed a small frown, however, she had said it would only be for a moment. Still. Part of her wondered if she knew how the Mandalorian felt about the Jedi before her if Mads would really have left them alone so quickly. Part of her wanted to hit him upside the head so hard it spun. No matter the depth of his involvement she was certain, somehow, that he’d aided in the disappearance of her friend.

The other part of her… Wanted something entirely different. Weird.

The buxom brunette was gone before anything else could be said. In a flash. Literally. “Too much stim in the cream for that one…”, she muttered, teasing, though her right arm had come to hold her left. Daisy felt awkward in this lavish setting where everyone seemed to slowly be devolving to either loud angsty discussions or making lovey-dovey eyes at each other. It was really too much.

Seafoam green eyes rose to [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] once more and the golden-haired woman couldn’t help it when she swallowed hard. She was quite content to be irrationally mad at him. But, he had the face of an angel. It was a hard thing to keep going when he kept making noises from his face. Talking? Daisy had caught herself daydreaming loftily to the simple sound of it. What was he saying? “Brother?”

“Oh. That brother. Yeah…From the looks of it, not just yet, partner. She was gone faster than a bullet with all that hootin’ and hollerin’ someone was doin’ over there.”

The healthily tanned young woman stuck her wine glass in one of the many fountains that seemed to be circulating alcohol and happily refilled it while the Jedi took a moment. He passed on a compliment and the southern spacey found herself blushing a little. Her nose crinkled and she bit her lip in an effort to stop it before she finally decided to hide it in a little more liquor. “Ah think ah picked her actually—But, thank you darlin’... Not too shabby yourself...”

Her accent would be prevalent in most words. It was thicker than a day old bowl full of oatmeal, but, such was the case growing up in with parents that spoke the same way. It was a regional thing, but, rare enough that most people couldn’t usually place it. She sipped at the wine absently while she watched the long-haired hottie over the edge of it. He was a tall drink of something, that was for sure, but the words that followed next caught her off guard…

Something ailed her? A youthful brow furrowed for moment. Ailment? She wasn’t sick. His follow-up fancy pants dialogue let her know what he was going on about via context clues. Ah. So he’d picked up on her initial reaction? Silently, she cursed, and wished that she was better at hiding how she felt. It wasn’t a conversation she wanted to have with Mads so nearby. “It’s…Nothing. Not really.”

Daisy paused, before reaching up to run her fingers through her hair, taking a glance over her shoulder, before she looked back at Josh. “Scherezade.”

“You were involved in…Taking her away. She was my friend. Is my friend. Ah love Madsy…Ah do. Ah’m grateful for her…But…”

Her shoulders shrugged, a little sad, and her eyes averted to the floor. It would be clear that the subject hurt her. That despite it having been months, she still, hated the decision that had been made. She outwardly respected it because she had to. What friend would she be if she told someone she loved that they couldn’t take their pain away because she would miss them too much?

Josh may or may not have done it. But he’d been involved enough in the events that followed. The music seemed to taper off, falling away, when for a brief moment her eyes glimmered. Daisy wouldn’t cry over Scherezade…Not here. She wouldn’t want it and Madsy would worry. “Ah just wasn’t prepared for…This….”

Not the party. Not confronting this subject, and definitely, not all this sugar laced liquor. It was going to rot her teeth.

 

[Adron Malvern]

Location: Thaere Privo
Objective: Get love drunk?
Tags: [member="Srina Talon"]
Post: III

Srina's question caught Adron a bit off guard. Generally speaking he did not amuse hypotheticals since they had no bearing on the world around them, but this time he felt no reason not to play along. “I'm not really sure. I know it would be a war to end all wars though.” He admitted with a rather sly smile coming over his face.

Again Srina's slender form fell into his, seeking the comfort that he so freely offered her. He set his own flute down on a passing tray so his free hand could fall into the dip of the small of her back. A single finger would play a soft line as he listened to her words.

A dance. How unexpected of the young Echani, yet in the same tone, how appropriate. Echani were physical beings and dancing was another form that likely came to the peak of physical communication for them. Adron arched a brow at Srina, his hand fell over her soft cheek when she looked up at him. An almost challenging eye played over the woman as he too acted on the effects of his spiked wine. “The music is never right.” He responded while his finger ran down her cheek and back down the small of her back.

When she insisted they dance he could not help but release her and clasp each of his hands over his cane. “Then we'll dance.” He tapped the foot of his cane against the floor before leaning it against a nearby table. His hands flew over his surcoat as he began to uncuff the links, his eyes never leaving the woman before him. “Dance or fight, dance or fight, dance or fight.” He pulled the coat off, placing it by his cane as he moved to the Echani, a hand extended out to her. “Either way, I am your superior. I assure you.” He challenged, a devilish gleam in his eyes. Dressed in the slate vest he almost seemed more man than noble, yet still the air of refinement around him was unmistakable. As was that longing gaze that fell over Srina. His hand would wrap into hers and in a deliberate pull he would bring her back into his chest.

“You remember our first fight? The excitement? To think it was so long ago. Yet fresh in our memories.”

 

[Epistor of Phasekion]

~ Location: Walking down into the venue ~​

~ Wearing: Chiton / Hair ~​

~ Status: Uninfluenced by Thyd {god of desire} ~​

~ Drinking: Bothan grain wine ~​

~ With: [member="Sigrid Forsberg"] ~​

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Likewise, Sigrid reminded Eucha of the Giants of Old, but she wouldn't dare to say so. For some reason, the still slightly culture shocked Sargus Novian thought that such a compliment wouldn't be taken as such outside of her homeworld.

For a long moment, Eucha was left blinking, lost, at the mention of her home. The Valkyri's poor pronunciation was not the cause; rather, it was the name itself that caused her confusion. She had known the ground below her feet to be the skin of Sargus for so long that the new name was still unusual for her to hear, though not to use. It was a strange transitional time for her.

"Sargus Novis," the padawan gently corrected before nodding in affirmation. "Yes, it is in what galactic scientists call an ice age. But my people believe too that our god of the many seas is angry at us. Four islands are protected--terraformed, you call it--but the rest of Sargus Novis is covered by an iceway named after him."

The Daphis Iceway.

Eucha suddenly shuttered as memories of her exile into it flashed through her mind. True, she had almost died, but that was not why she was bothered. She was not even bitter at her kin, for surely she had been as scared as they. And she still was, though they seemed not to be.

She forced such thoughts out of her head so that she could continue her explanation: "It's much more comfortable inside. A temperate climate and a peaceful society." For a moment, she smiled fondly, but then her expression dropped as did her gaze to her upturned palm. "At least until..." Cymothoë stole the words off the girl's tongue, causing her to trail off before stopping altogether. She lowered one hand back to her side and did so with the other only after flourishing in the air in front of her. "That is not important."

"Ladies, a drink?" suddenly, their--or rather her--aimless progress across the dancefloor was halted by a waiter holding a tray of assorted drinks. He looked between them, nodding slightly with a friendly smile.

One of her own spread across Eucha's lips. "Of course," she replied enthusiastically, walking towards him. Without regard for color or smell, she picked up a tall wine glass that reminded her somewhat of her native world's art. "Thank you, good sir."

 

[Damsy Callat]

Form: Humanoid​

Wearing: Fish Net (literally); hair​

Status: Love Drunk​

Tag: [member="A'Runda"]​

Damsy didn't know what dunes were. She didn't even have a guess. Sand was not common on Kamino as there was no real sediment source left above water. Thus, the ocean was filled only with cohesive, mature mud and clay, and neither held even ripple marks, let alone megaripples or dunes.

Still, she listened intently, intrigued even though she wasn't sure what everything the Tusken referred to was.

"How 'bout for a Sithspawn?" she finally worked up the courage to ask. "Could I visit? I mean, I know I can, but...should I?"

 

[Faye Malvern]

Wearing: xxx | xxx​

Location: Gardens​

With: [member=Brayden Antares] | [member=Alwine Lechner] | [member=Gerwald Lechner]​

Post Five​

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How could she have been tricked by something so simple? When she had kissed Gerwald it was false, when they had desired each other that too was entirely false. As Faye entered Brayden's arms she was sorely reminded of the truth of it all, the real sensations and feelings that coursed through her body. His arms snaking around her waist spoke volumes of just how unreal the past hour had been. Everything felt weak in comparison, though if she was honest with herself it all felt a little hazy. His next words took her breath away and flushed her cheeks with a soft rose tint. She wouldn't try to deny it, there was no use in pretending it didn't exist. It was created the moment they set eyes on each other, it had just taken this long for one of them to admit it. As the shield cascaded down over them she relaxed her hands, resting them against his muscular chest where they had always belonged.

'Brayden...' His name left her lips, pouring out of her like the sweet berry wine she had drank on arrival. She thought for a moment that she would stumble through the words, but they came easily and with an air of confidence so great it was hard to deny the truth of them. 'I am undeniably and completely in love with you too. I have never known anything like it and never wish to again.' She reached up with one of her tanned hands, fingers traced the chiseled line of his jaw and came to rest on the tip of his chin. Without thinking, without any time to breath, she drew her body into his to catch the kiss he offered. The shimmering gold fabric encasing her caught the flickering light of the shield Brayden had erected, it bounced fractions of it back into the dimly lit gardens. She could feel the heat of three sets of eyes on them and she knew once her brother caught wind of it all there would be no end to the lectures. Yet, all Faye could concentrate on was the rapid thumping of Brayden's heart against her chest, and how it seemed to beat in perfect time with her own.

When she pulled away again the garden had turned a dull brown with the bright orange and red of flame dotted around. The life had been all but sucked away by the young woman. It was only when Faye looked at her again that she felt the anger radiating off her, felt the heartbreak of a first love lost and the pain and destruction of each individual bone as she shifted. It might have been an entirely fabricated emotion but Faye couldn't stop the surprise that bubbled up from her stomach at how real it all felt. It tore her so deeply tears welled up in her eyes, despite the fact that the anger and pain didn't belong to her. She should have been livid, she hadn't forgotten the blazing inferno of anger seeing the two of them together had caused. By now her dark orbs should have faded into the volatile amber that came with the intense emotion, but they hadn't.

Faye had no legitimate reason at all to want to help the woman who had at first crushed her, but she couldn't ignore it. The emotions grated on her as if they were her own. Her fingers curled around the crisp suit Brayden had adorned. She wanted nothing more than to freeze the moment, to be with him alone in those precious few minutes for all eternity, but she couldn't ignore the situation. It would come back to bite someone if it wasn't handled properly. A subtle sigh broke the silence between them as she gazed up at him.

The fire was easiest to deal with. She peeled her fingers away from Brayden repentantly. As she worked her hands moved as fluidly as the water she lifted from the fountain in the center of the garden. She refused to move her eyes from the startling silver-green of Brayden's as she doused each inferno in turn. Faye couldn't hear the hissing and popping of the flames as the water splashed over them, but she could feel the heat dying and the cool night air returning. The browned shade of the garden would be a little more complicated, it would take much longer and mu ch more energy on her part but at least the fire was gone. 'What shall we do about her?' Faye's voice came out more broken than even she expected, the pain Alwine felt along with the heartbreak was apparent and littered Faye's word with overwhelming emotion.

 

[A'Runda]

Wearing: X
Loaction: Bar
Status: Drugged/In Love
Tag: [member="Damsy Callat"]

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Sithspawn?

A'Runda would've never imagine that she a Sithspawn, just figuring that she was a of a different species. But then again it didn't matter to him. Not one bit, she was perfect in his eyes, in fact it seemed the more he knew about her the perfection that she was just kept getting better and better.

However, she then asked if it would be wise for her to go to such a planet. The Tusken thought of what to say for a good moment. Damsy has been letting him know that she's far more an aquatic individual then a land fairing one. So despite wanting for himself to ask her to come with him back to his home world, and find out if she could see the same beauty in it as he could. His better judgement and kept him from doing so.

"Personally, I don't believe Tatooine would be a good place for you to be. Even though I may actually like it. The extreme conditions of the world are probably ill fit you." If they truly were to be together, they would most likely need a compromise at least. Considering that Damsy has trouble walking on land and A'Runda can't swim. "But we could find another place to be. I'm sure there's planets with plenty of land and water. Ones with vast tropics, or sprawling oceans and lakes." He was sure that if there love for each other was real, then a simple road bump like incompatible planets shouldn't stop them.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

[member="Daisy Americus"]

At first, Madalena's friend would deny any sort of problem, and Josh just stared at her in response. He didn't believe her. He didn't believe her one bit. He knew those looks, he knew the stares. And he wasn't stupid. He was also aware that Daisy had been a friend of hers since before Madalena, as she had brought her up in the past but hadn't gone into detail until she was Madalena. The odds of there being a problem was likely. But after a few moments, even she couldn't seem to come to grips with the fact that she wasn't being sincere and told the truth.

“You were involved in…Taking her away. She was my friend. Is my friend. Ah love Madsy…Ah do. Ah’m grateful for her…But…”

Josh let out a sigh. That was it, then. He slowly nodded his head. "I... I see" He spoke softly. Well, this was awkward. He needed a drink. And since he wasn't on alcohol right now, water would have to do as he would gulp it down. Putting the glass down, he would move forward and gently take her hands. It wasn't from the effects of the water, not yet. He just wanted to try and comfort her. But now that he was looking at her...

"Look... The truth is, I didn't want her to do this any more than you wanted her to" He would admit. "We fought over it, over and over again. We fought up until the last minute before she did it. But Scherezade made her decision, and I had no say in the matter. One minute we were fighting, the next she had said her incantation and..."

He bit his lip. "And that was it for Scherezade. All I've done is honor her last requests. She wanted me to help her get her affairs in order, keep her identity a secret from her new self, keep her ship hidden so she didn't trigger her memories earlier than planned. I stayed with her for eight hours until she woke, then made sure she was actually ready to go without any side effects before she moved onto the life she had craved."

He squeezed her hands. An unconscious thing, he'd done. The woman was a stranger and yet that was a method more for people he cared about. Either way, his goal was still crystal clear.

"I miss her too" He would admit. "But she indicated that she wanted her memory back eventually. She said so long for now... Not so long forever. As much as I didn't like she did this... And I would still rather she hadn't... But...

I've decided that I'm going to trust her. Maybe it's time you did too. She needs us right now. More than ever."

 

[Srina Talon]

Location: Expansion Region - Thaere Sector - Thaereian System - Thaere Privo [Confederate Celebration]
Standing With: [member="Adron Malvern"]
Attire: Normal Boring White Ect...
Love Status: ...Drunk

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“Who needs music?”

Her words were soft, as always, but filled with an agreeable trace of a mischievous song. Srina leaned against her fellow Exarch without any worries of being rebuked. She could read the body better than most humans could speak Basic verbally. His solid frame said what he didn’t, as if he knew, there wasn’t any need. How strange. Had they always been this way? So very, very intimate? Why had she only just truly noticed the cerulean shade of his eyes now?

She couldn’t answer any of that.

What she did know, for certain, was that if she had to stand still for one more moment she might break. His hand to her back was a welcome security, but it was the touch to her cheek, that made the need to challenge Adron rise higher on her list of priorities. Did he move as well as she remembered? Tatooine had been a long, long time ago. If she thought back hard enough she could remember the play of muscles beneath his Imperial garb, and even, how gracefully he accepted the loss. There was something to be said about someone that could recover from such a grievous injury mostly unscathed.

It took strength. Perseverance. And no small amount of Sith Magic and Bacta…

When Adron let her go rose petal lips formed a frown. It was almost petulant, however, it soon smoothed away when he agreed to her terms. Laughter touched silver eyes when he seemed to debate with himself what he wished for more. A fight, or a dance. Srina would enjoy either to the fullest extent.

If he could keep up.

The seemingly delicate creature raised a finely arched eyebrow when the Serenno man claimed that he was her superior. “You are such a wishful creature Adron Malvern...”, she breathed, taking his outstretched hand, so that he could pull her back to the wall of his chest. Srina allowed it and let her form rest against his. The words that followed were just as coquettish as teasing as the first, “Wishes, even on stars, do not come true. You shall not best me again…”

Adron spoke of their duel on Tatooine and she partially wondered if he’d been skimming the surface of her mind. She reached up with her free hand and let her fingers play at the buttons of his collar. There was an almost irresistible urge to know what his skin felt like, warm, and certainly wonderful. Instead, she let her hand move and rest on his shoulder. He was a full head taller than she was, but somehow, with their hands wrapped together—it seemed natural. “How could I forget?”

“…Do you remember the Force-Bridges that brought you to Ryloth?”

The first time he had appeared in her rooms, late in the evening, while the habitation sphere on Ryloth simulated proper nightfall. She could still smell the scent of roses coming through her bedroom window. She’d been placed, for the most part, on house arrest after nearly being killed by a certain Imperial that would not be named. Their Master had been incredibly worried she would seek vengeance before her health was fully restored. Instead, Adron had appeared in her Sanctuary. He had come to her.

A song started anew and the pale Echani began to sway with the slow beat, slowly, coaxing Adron toward the dance floor. There wasn’t any room with tables and wine fountains dotting the entire area and she didn’t intend on letting furniture ruin their night.

He chose to dance. Winter gray eyes were ever so luminous in the dim light…They might still fight.

 

[Daisy Americus]

Location: Entrance​

Dates: [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] & [member="Scherezade deWinter"]​

Wearing: X-O-X-O​

“You were still there, darlin'.”

He had been there. Close at hand. Kept in the loop. Daisy had been informed, some ground rules had been set, but that was all. Come a random morning she’d suddenly found herself staring at a woman she both knew like the back of her hand and didn’t know at all. Her eyes stung. The feeling intensified while a cold feeling wrapped around her heart, chilling the faint, flickering warmth that had begun to burn.

Daisy almost pulled her hands away when the Jedi seemed to impulsively take them in his own. Any other night, any other person, she might have hauled off and decked him. Something kept her from doing so. Be it the drink, or, the goodwill of the person standing in front of her…She didn’t know. So, the golden-haired woman stood, pole-axed, and filled with misery that she had been bottling up for months. It probably wasn’t healthy—but that’s what it was. “You couldn’t have stuffed a sock in her mouth or somethin'?”, she questioned, weakly, trying to mitigate the trauma.

It was a well of emotion that darkened her usually sunny disposition in a way she didn’t like. Bad feelings were like a cancer. Cutting them out was the best way to go, however, that would mean cutting out her friend too. So she accepted the good memories with the less enjoyable. The notion that Scherezade had craved this life, this state, of nonexistence caused her to shake her head.

“She didn’t crave this.”

Still, he held her hands. He seemed genuine…She didn’t begrudge him that. But, he seemed to have his own opinion on it. She shook her head again, before taking a fortifying breath, so that she could continue without plumb falling to pieces. “She was hurting. When ah met her she was hurting. So badly. Everything inside was all a broken jumble. Scherezade…Her friends, her family, they all betrayed her or left her alone and she just wanted the pain to stop. She thought she wasn’t good enough because she didn’t smile and glow like all the shiny happy people…But she was.”

“She was more than good enough, for me. She was real.”

Scherezade had been her only friend. The only person in the Confederacy that didn’t really seem to think that she was just a silly dumb blonde that was exceedingly top heavy. Josh squeezed her hands, trying to reassure her, and it almost worked, until he seemed to insinuate that she didn’t trust her. Daisy’s eyes hardened and she pulled back from his grasp. “Ah have trusted her all this time.”

“Ah trusted her when she was wielding more knives than she had fingers drunker than a skunk on moonshine. Ah have been here. Loving her, loving Mads, and that won’t change. That doesn’t mean ah have to agree with it.”

Like, what would happen to Madsy when Scherezade did come back?

Her delicate jaw set and she tore her gaze from the Silver Jedi. He was cute, for sure, but he kept putting his foot in his mouth over and over. Daisy reached over and snagged another glass of something way too sweet and fancy and took it back like it was clean water. Slowly, she sighed. “Listen. Ah’m not gonna be good company tonight. Ah’m sorry. If you want to go mingle with someone more fun…”, Daisy trailed off, not really looking in his direction, for fear that she wouldn’t be able to walk away correctly. Normally boys didn’t faze her all that much. A muscled hottie was a muscled hottie. This one? “Ah don’t blame you.”

He was seriously distracting.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Wearing: This ittie bittie white dress | Honey Boo Prototype Combat Boots
Wielding: 3 Czerka knives, in the boots.
Location: By the entrance
Tags: [member="Gerwald Lechner"] [member="Brayden Antares"] [member="Faye Malvern"] [member="Alwine Lechner"]

She'd arrived. She was there. She had followed her brother's signature, always now so close to the beacon-man's signature, her head entirely confused. While others had drank and made merry, it appeared that this would be yet another party at which Madalena would not manage to have as much as a sip. If this was a new pattern, she was definitely going to have to change it in the future.

By the time she reached the four that had been standing in the gardens, the damage was already gargantuan; gardens were supposed to be green. This… This wasn't a green garden, it was black, and almost dead. And where she moved her eyes to, she could see the short woman that had introduced herself as Alwine that night on Hypori several weeks ago.

Madalena wanted to scream, to yell at her to stop as the surroundings lit on fire. But something kept her mouth shut. She heard the short woman's words as she began to rip benches and whatnot and throw it… Brayden! Worried eyes moved to her brother, who was in the embrace of a woman that Madalena did not recognize. Focusing on her for the briefest of moments she discerned the family blood line, but nothing of her involvement with Brayden was known to Madalena. Still, there was a shield around the two. For the moment, her brother and the woman with him were safe. That was the thing that mattered the most.

She noticed the heat before she realized there were flames. Moving her gaze to the woman again, she felt it. She could almost drink her pain, and it tore at her from the inside. When she tried to look at beacon-man, he was… A wolf? Of course. Their files had said Lupines. Wolf shifters. But then why…

As the fires continues to expand and lick, Madalena rushed forward. Alwine was in the process of changing, but it seemed so… So painful. Something inside her let her know that this was safe, that she was not hurting because of the shift, and still…

Madalena crouched by the shifting woman, a hand over her. There were flames. She could not bring water from the skies, she could not put the flames out, only make them worse. A shield immediately went over both her and the shifting little Lupine, her other hand reaching out for the other wolf, offering him the same barrier protection. She could handle three when two of them were smaller than humans. She could do it. She could keep them safe until the sprinklers turned on and the fires were off, keep them safe until [member="Faye Malvern"] doused all the fires out.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

He smiled sadly when she asked if he could have put a sock in her mouth. "Then she would have tried to kill me. And that's if I'd even had any idea what she was doing. She didn't say it was a mouthed spell or anything of the sort either, she just said she was going to... Do it. And then she did it. It was instantaneous."

It was clear he'd upset her, when she would rip her hands away. The Jedi would stare for a moment before lowering his head.

"No, you're right. It was wrong of me to assume" He spoke softly. "My apologies. I've been struggling with this plan of hers myself. It's... Not the same, seeing someone walking around in the body of your friend. As wonderful as Maddy is, and I don't want to say goodbye to her either, it's going to be painful either way... It's just not the same. And I get that Scherezade was in pain. Massive amounts of pain and this might have been the only way to move past it if she wasn't able to fix it through traditional means.

She said that she had a plan, but... It looks like neither of us know what that plan is. Which doesn't make this any easier to bear - for either of us. I wish I knew. I wish I knew what her endgame was. All either of us can do is trust her, but..."

He let out a sigh. "I was honestly hoping to ask you if you knew any more than I did on the matter."

The tone had been snuffed out like a light, all of it. When Daisy would say she wouldn't be great company, and that she wouldn't blame him if he went to mingle with someone else though... He shook his head, and gave her a soft smile.

"No, you're perfect" He responded. Was this just him being him, or was the drink talking? A little voice in the back of his head was telling him that something was wrong. But Josh wasn't sure what it was.The smallest little alarm was blaring, but it wasn't giving him any context clues. "You're honest and genuine. Despite the content involved in our mutual situation... I'd rather your company than most" He would explain. "The fault is mine. I get a bit... Out there, when it comes to Scherezade. But it doesn't excuse my accusing you of not trusting her, or anything else. I'd like to remain in your company, if you'll have me."

Though something else continued to draw him to her far more strongly. He found himself wanting to take her hands again, but... He at least still had his wits around him enough to know it would probably only upset her further.

[member="Daisy Americus"]

 

[Adron Malvern]

Location: Thaere Privo
Objective: Drink, Dance, maybe fight?
Tags: [member="Srina Talon"]
Post: IV

Srina's words seemed like a song as they fell from her lips, yet in the end he would not shake that almost challenging smirk of his. The silver on his tongue turned to gold as he kept the woman placed firmly against his chest. "I would almost say that sounds like a challenge, my dear." He said, arching a brow at her before leaning down to close the distance between them. His lips lingered only a few inches from her cheek as he peered into her pristine eyes with his own deep blue orbs. "You want to fight me again that bad?" He asked,

Srina spoke of their mental connection and Adron could only nod silently. "I recall, I recall vividly the woman sitting on a fountain, so inviting even though she had just been poisoned by my blade."

She pulled him to the dance floor and he followed with a paced stride. It went without saying that the nobleman had been to his share of dances and could manage. However, as the two began to move it was as if his mind had abandoned to the task to his body. They moved to each others cues and leads to perfection as if it had been something rehearsed. He pulled her in close before gauging her expression, appearing to be deep in thought as they moved. "If it wasn't for you I would have never joined The Confederacy. I'd probably be in the middle of that Imperial Civil War. I would not have found my sister or ended the feud with my brother. If it was not for you, I would not be me once again. I owe you a debt."

His hand moved from her back to her waist before he would usher her into a delicate spin. One that made the wind around her one filled with refinement up to the moment where they were together once again. "How shall I repay it?" He asked, with a meaningful gaze.