Music of the night [Open to all Silver Jedi]

[Lief]

Screw champagne.

Who was she trying to impress? Exactly nobody, that's who!

With her drink in hand, Mandalorian Whiskey on the rocks - a classic! - Kyra turned away from the bar and smiled. Genuine awe, every way she looked, it was as though the Heavens themselves had rained down on the affair. Not that she believed in such things. But it was a nice thought all the same.

She walked away from the bar and mingled throughout the room. Stopping to make passing remarks at dresses and masks, saying her hellos without once dropping her name or asking for theirs. After all, this was a night of mystery. She wasn't about to break the allure any time soon.

Her eyes lingered over the floor, as though searching for someone... A slight falter to her smile when she did not find what she was looking for. A moment later it returned.

Tonight is not the night for moping around, you idjit.

It felt as if someone was watching her, the hairs on the back of her neck prickled, but when she glanced up into the rafters there was nobody... Nobody she knew at least. A woman, blocking the view of another. Whoever it was had lost interest rather quickly. But what did she expect?

Everyone seemed to have their cliques. She watched as Younglings scurried away from the buffet and into a backroom, the brief glare of lights and sound from inside oddly welcoming. If only she had been a couple of decades younger, she'd have been right in there with them. Holostations indeed, in her time there were no such things.

At least none she knew of.

A stranger approached her, at least a head taller in height, and offered out a hand to dance. His mask was a little odd, almost full face and in truth very beautiful to look at. If a little garish. Full of confidence, this one was, the way he held himself.

As I say, a lot can be deduced by the mask alone...

Still, she was here to enjoy herself. So she slipped her hand into his and joined him on the dance floor. The flow of the music was in truth a little too slow for her liking, and she felt as though she was being swept across the dance floor without retaining much control. Then again, she did suppose that it was tradition for the men to lead their ladies in dance.

He leaned in and whispered something, which had her both blush and slightly recoil in one. Then she laughed, the same light laugh she always offered that was completely unoffending to the ear.

As the song came to a close, and she was released from his dance, her eyes trailed over the dance floor again. Who knew, perhaps Galen was here... Or someone else she might know.

Or maybe you can man up and approach a stranger the way you were just approached.

Oh, but everybody seemed so lost in one another's presence.

"Thank you" she said, with a charming smile in the direction of the unknown man, in truth grateful that she hadn't had to do any of the work. Kyra could not dance, after all, it wasn't something she'd ever had need to learn. No room for error if someone else decides the motions...

But there was very little fun in that.

He asked for her name, and even tried to peel away her mask, but she tssked at him for spoiling the fun and stopped him before he could. Her name, though, she could give her name. After all he'd likely never see her again after this was over. It wasn't like she'd just danced with the Grandmaster.

"Kai... I mean, Kyra. Though you mustn't tell anyone."

Another cheeky grin, before he laid a kiss upon her hand and waltzed away before she could respond.

Men! Acting like they owned the place. Best she go recover her drink... Then again, might be safer to just grab a new one. The ice has probably melted at any rate.

 

[Lief]

With a small intake of breath, Mysa made her way down the steps from the topmost balcony with one hand delicately resting upon the banister rail. Despite the ice and snow this was a far cry away from Midvinter, and she felt horribly out of place.

Look at how beautiful they all look... Their dresses, their masks, the way they simply radiate with confidence and attraction.

By contrast Mysa felt like a fool. A complete and utter fool. Her Mother had insisted she attend, her Father had given his blessing, she knew that both of her adoptive parents would be here... And yet still she felt as though she should have been elsewhere.

Maybe with the fish beneath the palace. Out of sight and out of mind.

It was a good job her thoughts were her own. Because she was doing her damn hardest to appear indifferent, confident even. One step, two step... Right on down the stairs until she could feel the slight slip which accompanied the ground floor. Ice, who would have thought to make a ballroom out of ice!

The Silvers, apparently.

She smoothed down her dress and inhaled slowly, gaze moving about the room in search of familiar faces. Her beloved parents... Okay, her Uncle and Auntie... were showing up the rest of the dancers with their pure radiance. Yet she knew the look in their eyes, and they were entirely unaware of the awe they were receiving.

That is so like Coci and Thurion... So humble and honest in their love.

For a second she watched as they kissed before she averted her gaze, such a thing was sacred among the married and she felt ... intrusive. Her thoughts however could not help but think back to the Huntsman of Midvinter.

Do not torment yourself, Mysa...

But it was too late, she could already recall the way she had felt tucked safely in his arms, his lips upon hers... So innocently, too. Alas he was nowhere to be found, she had learned very quickly that he had no clue about the greater Galaxy and her first and only attempt at showing him some of what lay outside of Midvinter had ended in disaster.

How was I to know he would take it so badly?

No... There would be no [member='Gideon Crowseye'] this evening. Perhaps she could find [member='Théodred Heavenshield'] though and demand a dance from him. He was her brother, after all, he did owe her at least one! And she always felt most confident around him, because nothing mattered when the menace was on the loose. It always ended in adventure!

 

[Sorel Crieff]

Social events? Give Sorel a rancor any time. Even a rancor with a raging toothache. A rancor with a raging toothache, a migraine and throbbing bunions. Yes, she concluded as she headed into the grand hall, entirely preferable.

Her apprehension was something she was dealing with. She calmed her mind in true Jedi style and with it her nerves abated. It seemed the Force could even deal with social anxieties. Except she suspected that even the Force hadn't reckoned on this being a formal event. She'd stopped reading at the part where it said there was an event. She'd scanned the invitation to find out the time and venue and entirely blanked out the rest.

So she stood at the entrance dressed in her traditional Jedi robes. They were her cleanest - granted - but they were just her run of the mill tunic and cloak. Not that she had any alternatives - other than different types of robes for different needs. She almost turned tail and left but was sure that her entrance would have been noted by someone and so sucked in a lungful of air, then exhaled and then walked into the venue.

She presumed it was a formal affair - judging by the gowns and masks. Although some wore fancy dress, and wondered if they'd misread the invitation. Not that she was one to judge on this score. So she quickly strode to the long bar and asked for a glass of water. With ice for good measure! Perhaps it was part of one of the glaciers this morning? Why was her mind rambling?

She checked to ensure it was her mind going off at a tangent and her mouth was closed. Thankfully it was. So she turned her back towards the bar and took a large sip and waited. Perhaps a rancor might show and provide a welcome distraction?

 

[Nico Ike Qarmast]

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] | [member="Gideon Crowseye"] | [member="Judah Lesan Jr."] | [member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Adiara Drelas"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Nico Minuro Ike"] | [member="Lily Hex-Volsh"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Sorel Crieff"] | [member="Arisa Yune"]

Nico looked at Lily with a nod of her head at the outfit her padawan had on and she spoke. "Oh you look very good padawan." Nico's outfit wasn't the most modest or the most extravagant but she was wearing the tanks top with its look and the baggy jeans more for show and she could dance in it. Made her look very different then the normal jedi robes... Well the jedi bodysuit she normally wore because she had to admit that she didn't like having loose fitted outfits and clothing so she wouldn't snag anything on the area. A good bodysuit that she was able to wear until letting her attention go to the things there seeing more of the people before here that she knew from reports but she preferred working with her padawan over many of them. Nico stretched looking like some artisian holopop sensation ala [member="Arisa Yune"].

 

[NightSister]

After a few minutes of standing motionless by the side, Aria's feet were itching to dance, her heels tapping incessantly on the icy dance floor in time to the music. She was considering just downing a shot and asking somebody for a dance when she realised somebody was coming up behind her. She couldn't identify [member="Judah Lesan"] Jr from what she saw of his face, but the flower he offered was a flattering gesture that instantly brought a smile to her face. A romantic? Probably not, but he was a gentleman if nothing else.

"Thank you," she said quietly, tucking the rose into her hair, beside her mask. It probably looked excessive, but in an odd way she quite liked it. "I'm hardly hoping to stand out, but it's beautiful." A serving droid passed by the two, but wheeled off before she could grab another glass, leaving her hand awkwardly lifted.

Well done, Aria. Excellent start.

The amount of alcohol it would take to keep standing awkwardly by the side and socializing would likely be enough to inebriate a rancor. Aria could see only one other alternative - only one that she actually wanted to do, at least.
"Care for a dance?" She extended her hand in the gesture that was recognized as the offer to dance. The music had just changed to an infectiously happy polka that would make a sarlacc dance. She didn't care if her mysterious new companion could dance for the galaxy or if he had two left feet - there was no way she was staying still the whole night through.

[member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Adiara Drelas"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Kyra Sol"] [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] [member="Coci Heavenshield"] [member="Nico Minuro Ike"] [member="Sorel Crieff"]​

(sorry if I missed anyone)​

 

[Judah Lesan Jr.]

Judah was too busy feeling slightly awkward about his introduction to notice the complete failed attempt to grab a glass of champagne. He was more pleased that he had not failed entirely to flatter the woman who was still a complete stranger to him. He had not been among the Silver Order in some time due to personal reasons. The masks helped because he could act as if he knew those around him, however that was not the case. At least the rose was accepted as the kind gesture it was, and he nodded as the gratitude was offered.

"Still, it suits you," he offered with a smile.

The next words which came from [member="Aria Vale"]'s mouth had him terrified on the inside. He was hoping to avoid dancing, and here she wanted to. JJ had put himself in the position of being a gentleman, so how could a gentleman refuse. The younger Lesan did find her to be pretty, what over her face he could see for that matter, and knew it would be a shame to pass up a chance to get to know someone because he was afraid of killing her feet. A fair warning then.

"I must warn you that I was raised in the country and the only dancing I have done are the kata's my old master made me perform each day. Your feet may not survive the encounter, but I shall do my best to see you enjoy the evening."

There was something about the outfits and the atmosphere than made JJ try to be a bit more refined than he was. He took Aria's hand and led her out to the dance floor. Judah at least knew where to place his hands, and he was somewhat familiar with the steps. While he was extremely nervous, and while he knew Aria would feel it emanating from, Judah put a smile on his face. He led off as the others began, cautious, but kept pace with the music.

"My name is Judah, by the way," he offered in an attempt to make some small talk, but nearly stepped on her foot for lack of paying attention. He offered an apologetic smile hoping his awkwardness didn't put her off.

 

[Thoja Arlos]

Thoja was not a Jedi. He'd be brought to The Silver Jedi because of his military experience, and now they were having a ball while the galaxy was in turmoil. He'd have to put on a happy face for the moment, seeing as he'd dressed up in a nice suit. And this time he hadn't arrived alone. [member="Arisa Yune"] had decide for some unknown reason to accompany him, and considering this was his first outing with her as anything other than colleagues, he wanted to make a good impression. Arriving at the door, he turned to his companion.

"Ladies first."

[member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Adiara Drelas"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Kyra Sol"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | @Nico Minuro | [member="Sorel Crieff"] | [member="Judah Lesan Jr."] | [member="Aria Vale"]

 

[Joza Perl]

The trouble with glitter was that it got on everything. As such, the glitter from her mask had gotten onto her hands, and thus the champagne flutes. Connor might notice a few wayward sparkles on his own fingers after taking the drink.

“Just making my rounds. The night is still early.” Her voice was bright and untroubled, as such she was unable to help the playful wink that accompanied her words. Being here among the festivities made her feel lighter, somehow. Even though they were all of the Silver Order or otherwise allied, she felt detached from her responsibilities for the night. Perhaps that wasn’t exactly a good thing, but she couldn’t deny that she felt like some sort of socialite rather than a combatant. Mirroring his movements, Joza raised her glass to his.

“Mm,” She hummed in what sounded like agreement to an unasked question, the flute pressed to her lips as she took a generous sip. Her stomach flipped a little at his words, but she attributed it to the trickle of alcohol down her throat. “I have.” Her tone was a bit more tentative that she’d have liked, and she idly swirled the liquid in the glass as she thought. “I am doing my best to settle.” Joza offered him a placid smile and honest words. Transitioning hadn’t been easy, but she had faith that things would feel more natural given some time. Barring any…interruptions.

“You didn’t answer my question as to why you’re hiding out away from the party.” Clearing her throat, she crossed her arms and quirked her brow, that same playful tone from before leaking through. “Don’t you like parties? If you don’t know how to dance, I can teach you.”

[member="Connor Harrison"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Connor nodded to Joza, flicking his eyes down to the crowds for a few seconds at a time, ever watching, but always listening.

"Good. Good. Keep yourself out of trouble and we'll see you right."

With a lob-sided smile, he held the flute between his fingers and rested back over the railing, pointing to random guests. Some danced. Some ate. Most drank. All chatted and smiled.

"I prefer to watch. Someone needs to keep an eye on things and I've had my share of these events to last a life-time, not to say I don't enjoy them, but in general I'm not the most social of Jedi you'll meet." He swung the flute gently in thought. "So I like to make sure everyone else has a good time. Make sure they're safe."

He probably sounded pretty pathetic about now, but he did what he felt was right. The Stormtrooper still walked around. The Grandmaster and wife still danced. New faces still arrived. And then, the food caught his eye again. He'd have to eat sooner or later. He turned his head to Joza, eyes fighting not to drop below her head.

"Shouldn't you be down there anyway. You're a Zeltron. You live for these sort of things, right? Don't let me detract your fun tonight with my simple ways, please."

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Junko Ike]

Junko had heard about the party and she was arriving for a more comfortable time. Bringing two attendants as she was wearing her finest silks and with a small entourage while they walked in dispersing so she could stand there for a moment with her obscenely normally long hair that went past her ankles now up in a hair cone that pointed exposing her neckline while her shoulders were covered with small pads that went down to her sesh over the dress. Slowly Junko walked to give a better impression until she was seeing all of the people there. "Well this place looks very nice." She stayed with a couple of things seeing the different people that were all around them. Seeing Nico with her padawan made her miss her padawans but there wasn't a whole lot she could do with the ones here offering smiles to some and roaming around the party by herself was not exactly the best idea. She might be able to find a purpose or someone who was also alone or at least unattended of anyone. She was going around to see a few of the other things that they had before tapping finger gloved fingers on the ice offering a small look towards someone she didn't really know as she went over. Might as well socialize with someone who seemed interesting... Maybe or maybe she didn't do much else. "Hello." Junko let her voice come out soft and warm with the barest hint of a smile while she was looking at [member="Kyra Sol"]

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] | [member="Gideon Crowseye"] | [member="Judah Lesan Jr."] | [member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Adiara Drelas"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Nico Minuro Ike"] | [member="Lily Hex-Volsh"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Sorel Crieff"] | [member="Arisa Yune"]| [member="Thoja Arlos"] | [member="Relina Zhan"] | [member="Kyra Sol"] | [member="Mysa Snowstrider"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Out of trouble. Easily said, but not so easily done. Especially not for Joza and her…alarming track record.

She drifted a little closer to the railing, peeking out at the crowds below as they danced, ate, drank and talked. As a whole, everyone looked as if they were enjoying themselves. “Of course. It looks like you missed one, though.” She gestured towards the resident Stormtrooper, a wry grin on her face. Younglings—she presumed—could be so imaginative.

At the mention of her race and racial inclinations, a brow shot up. An assumption about her that was…partially correct. “Yes, all Zeltrons live for fancy parties with no strobe lights, spice or orgies.” Perhaps her response was a bit inappropriate, but there wasn’t much appropriate about Joza tonight. Her subtle eye roll didn’t help. “A few caged dancers would really make this an event to remember.”

That was her life before the Silver Jedi, before the Galactic Alliance even, and she remembered it well. At times she missed it, but at least her current situation was more stable than a waitress who scraped pennies to get by. “And don’t let all the pink fool you. I’m only half.” Genetics worked in strange ways, leaving Joza to inherit her Zeltron mother’s looks. It was clear that she had not inherited her gentle personality, however.

She took another sip, this one smaller.

“I want to thank you again, for helping me after Ruusan. The first Ruusan.” She quickly made the clarification, the second battle having taken place not too long ago. Her mouth thinned at the thought but quickly returned back to an even smile No sense in letting that ruin her night. “I don’t think I’d be here without your guidance.”

[member="Connor Harrison"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Taking another small sip of the drink from [member="Joza Perl"] - whatever it was - it was very sweet on the back of his fruit. Very rich. Connor smacked his lips and chuckled at the young [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] in his get-up.

"There's always one who slips through the net."

A few faces caught his eye - [member="Mysa Snowstrider"] who had a look of the Valkyrie about her, probably related to the Heavenshields in someway - and [member="Aria Vale"] dancing without a care in the world. The new Shadow was on the cusp of great things, and hopefully this night would help her find herself as part of the Order she wanted to protect.

"You don't need thank me, Joza," Connor said. The words 'Ruusan' chilled him, especially after the encounter in the Triumvirate temple and the fresh signature from Matsu Xiangu left under his eye. It still hurt.

"You knew you needed some direction, and I gave it you. You're the one who used my words to come out the other side. You did that yourself." He went back to looking at the glittering couple of the night in [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] and [member="Coci Heavenshield"] dancing away. "How is your heart after recent events? And I don't mean biologically. I hope it's not broken after everything you've beeen through."

[member="Gideon Crowseye"] | [member="Judah Lesan Jr."] | [member="Adiara Drelas"] | [member="Nico Minuro Ike"] | [member="Lily Hex-Volsh"] | [member="Sorel Crieff"] | [member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Thoja Arlos"] | [member="Relina Zhan"] | [member="Kyra Sol"]

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

It had been several weeks since the journey on the Great Maw had ended. It was an event that most Valkyri men partake in, a rite of passage as the boy becomes the man. It is a hard journey that tests not only the body but soul and mind and it was on this journey that Theo, his father and uncle had happened upon a mysterious Isle south west of the continent, and on this Isle the met the people, the Beorni.

"Hello Kiriko", he greeted the youngling with a smile, before noticing the plate he held up to him. "Oh, thank you". Kiriko's white furred face seemed to show the marks of eating as his muzzle was stained with food. Theo picked up one to the spiced kabobs and took a bite, "I hope you have been keeping out of trouble?", he said a little muffled with food in his mouth. "Do have fun though and don't work, after all", another bite, "It .. is a dan... ", Theo swallowed hard as his eyes spotted someone who had just entered the room and looked lost.

"Bloody hell!", the words flew out of his mouth before they could be checked, a trait he gets from his father. Yes, it was Mysa his sister, he would know that girl anywhere regardless of the mask. He took a swig of his drink to push down the meat that was stuck in his throat, "Come on Kiriko I would like you to meet someone", he voice lowered as if still choking on the meat, and a belch followed soon after, again a trait from his father.

Theo led Kiriko around the edge of the dance floor until they approached her, "Good evening my Lady", he said looking her over from her amazing hair to the tip of her shoes. It was a deliberate act, and he searched for something to tease her about, but he could not, Mysa simply looked beautiful. And deep down he did not want to. "Wriggles, you look so beautiful tonight", he said revealing his identity in his words.

​

[member="Kiriko"] | [member="Mysa Snowstrider"]​

 

[Lief]

As she stepped onto the dance floor, which thankfully was less slippery than it had first appeared, Mysa could not help but do a full turn to admire all that she could. Her gaze then lifted up high as she span for a second time, watching the chandelier blur. A small smile had captivated her lips, and when she looked back ahead she took a moment to gather her balance.

Maybe tonight won't be as bad as I thought... Afterall, everybody seems to be enjoying themselves. Of course there were a couple of old trouts who refused to partake in the evening, Master Harrison high up in the rafters, some stranger man she had never once seen before - and Mysa had at least seen most of the people here during some dominion or another. Maybe it was a man thing, to want to seem indifferent.

The music picked up, and rather than standing there awkwardly as would have been so easy to do, Mysa decided instead to sway with it. Nobody said you had to have a partner to dance with, after all. She wasn't very good at it, but she also didn't care. Nobody was looking in her direction, everybody was transfixed on their partner. Which allowed fools like her to get away with going it alone.

A voice put an end to that.

She knew it immediately, of course, and while the rising urge to yell out Fishbrain became almost unbearable she instead turned to look upon Théodred with a tender smile.

"Good evening, Ser," she offered, the smile turning almost cheeky for a second, before a trace of doubt passed over her expression to his follow up words. Beautiful? Her? No way.

"Who is your companion, Brother?"

Far be it for Mysa to exclude an individual, especially one who happened to be accompanying her brother. As she awaited a response she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Théo, breathing in his scent. She had missed him, so dearly, since his trip away. Sure they had seen one another at the Wedding but that had been so formal and afterward... Afterward Mysa had disappeared for a while.

Okay so maybe it was partially her fault. Didn't mean she couldn't miss him, and it - for once - did not matter who saw this show of affection toward her brother.

"Missed you, Fishbrain, and you're looking handsome this evening."

A whisper, for his ears only. No use embarrassing him after all.

[member="Théodred Heavenshield"] [member="Kiriko"] [member="Gideon Crowseye"]

 

[Lief]

"Another drink so soon, Miss? Mind you don't lose your head!"

Kyra practically cringed an apology before accepting the fresh glass, trying her best to ensure the bartender that she could hold her own. Whether or not he believed her remained to be seen. Besides, I only had a couple of sips from the last glass! Not that he knows that, of course.

Still, the bartender seemed amicable. She had overheard a few humorous and charming conversations while waiting to be served, the man most definitely suited his profession. No doubt Kai would have struggled, at least when it got to the drunk patrons.

Just two steps away from the bar and she heard a voice, naturally one she did not know due to the circumstances, and oddly enough found it directed at her. She turned her head and found a woman done up so regally that her eyes felt as though they might pop out and roll across the ice. Her mouth was agape for more than a second, before she slowly closed it and recomposed herself.

"Good evening" she said, toward [member='Junko Ike'], unable to keep the awe from her expression. Even her tone practically dripped with it. She took a sip of her drink to steel her nerves, and felt it tingle warmth through her core. Chaos give me strength...

Noticing the entourage, Kyra could not help but wonder just who this woman was. Clearly someone of import... She had to be. So why of all people had she come to Kai?

"I simply love your hair, and that dress... Is that Denebrillan?"

Kyra had once had the privilege of carting a small shipment of that particular silk across the Trade Spine... Never had she had so expensive and priceless a shipment in her life, not that she could recall at least. She wasn't going to forget the look of the silk any time soon.

 

[Gideon Crowseye]

The entire event was simply overwhelming, hundreds of little things he just didn't understand or found damnable curious enough to poke at. Scents he couldn't match names to, and foods he didn't have an idea what they'd be like. He wanted to try them all, but only bits to see what they were like. The people smelled different, perfumes by the dozen filled Gideon's rather sensitive nose as he tried to catch his bearings. It made him honestly consider for possibly the first time ever what he smelled like?

After snatching a few odds and end he moved about the ballroom trying to slowly chew as he did categorizing all he was tasting for home. He wondered if it would be OK to grab a few samples for home, Gods knew they'd never believe all this. He was far from fully adjusted to accepting the galaxy at large, but he wanted to, was willing to. If nothing else for her, if this was the world she lived in then perhaps that is what he'd have to do. Well, at least he'd try, if she let him.

It was then he found her as his mind settled on the positive side, and his stomach twisted inside of him. She was stunning, his breath was caught in his throat as he just stared for a moment before the rest of the scene played out in his head. She was dancing already, dancing with another, and of course she was it was a party wasn't it? Her mother had already told him she didn't know he was coming it wasn't as if there were actual terms on them either. What they had was still innocent and simple, a few stolen kisses. Yet the way they held each other as they danced so comfortably, and he smile as she whispered to him, perhaps this was something more? Perhaps he was invading on something he shouldn't be?

Uncertainty hit him in the gut as he simply stood and watched his mouth gone dry and his skin flushed as he suddenly snapped his eyes away looking for a corner to retreat to. Perhaps this was what she wanted him to see? To see she part of a bigger world he didn't belong to? Perhaps he was being ridiculous and they were at a party which involved dancing something he was quite foreign to. Maybe that was the nature of things for everyone to dance with everyone and he was being a jealous fool. Moving his eyes back he moved back to lean against an ice wall and wait. Too many maybes for him, sure he might be in for the embarrassment of a lifetime, or maybe one an amazing night. There was only one way to find out, and the door wasn't it.

[member="Mysa Snowstrider"]

 

[Eugen Aker]

"Thank you kindly, General," Arisa said as she moved ahead of him for check in.

She dropped off her handbag, and slipped out of her coat to reveal a black cocktail dress to go with a gilded gunmetal mask she currently wore. It was a simple number, but it was the best she could do in the Outer Rim. Most of her things were on Kiribi, but she hadn't stepped foot on that planet in the better part of a year. It had been straight from Yutan to Voss on her personal mission to complete her training as a Jedi.

Accompanying her was General Arlos, a special forces commander she had served with at Kashyyk. Part of the Republic diaspora currently spreading across the galaxy. He was little more than an acquaintance, but at this point, she welcomed any familiar face as she navigated through the world of the Silver Jedi.

It was a good thing she had the mask because she didn't feel like putting on an act like her compatriot. She just wasn't feeling the party going in, having just stepped off a warzone. She didn't feel like she should even be present, still guilt-ridden over the hundreds dead under her direct command as Marshal at Kashyyk, adding to the thousands of others over a decade of bloody warfare.

After removing her coat, she offered a bare arm for General Arlos to hold while she eyed the bar. She rarely drank, but tonight she may make an exception.

Spoiler

[member="Kiriko"]
[member="Aria Vale"]
[member="Judah Lesan Jr."]
[member="Nico Minuro Ike"]
[member="Connor Harrison"]
[member="Coci Heavenshield"]
[member="Lily Hex-Volsh"]
[member="Théodred Heavenshield"]
[member="Joza Perl"]
[member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]
[member="Gideon Crowseye"]
[member="Adiara Drelas"]
[member="Aria Vale"]
[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]
[member="Mysa Snowstrider"]
[member="Junko Ike"]
[member="Thoja Arlos"]

 

[Joza Perl]

She tilted her head when he brushed off her thanks. “The fact remains that I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t talked me down. You played a part in this too.” She wasn’t entirely sure what this she was referring to, and lapsed into a momentary silence as her eyes caught sight of one [member="Sorel Crieff"] sipping on a glass of water by the bar. Her brows scrunched together as she realized the Knight was wearing her Jedi robes. Jedi robes! To a party! Joza personally took every chance she could to wear something cuter in place of the traditional attire.

Sorel was a pretty girl, but that did nothing to quell Joza’s girlish urge to drag the other woman back to her ship and attack her with her arsenal of cosmetics. She was certain that the Knight would stand out given a flattering dress and a bit of mascara!

Concerning the status of her heart, Joza was unsure of how to answer at first. She sucked in her lower lip briefly, teeth coming to rest on it in indecision before turning back towards [member="Connor Harrison"]. “I won’t lie, it still hurts. I almost didn’t want to go back to Ruusan out of fear for what I would find there.” Taking another sip of her drink, she reveled in the warm burn of the alcohol against her throat for a few moments. “But I’ll be alright. How about you? How are you doing after your confrontation with the Zombie Queen?” From what she could gather, Ruusan had not been his first encounter with Matsu Xiangu.

 

[Thoja Arlos]

Arlos took his companion's arm, and followed her gaze which was directed to the bar.

"My thoughts exactly." He said, a smile creeping across his normally stern face. He'd then head to the bar, hopefully followed by Yune.

[member="Arisa Yune"]

 

[Junko Ike]

[member="Kyra Sol"]

Junko thought about it for a moment while she was looking at the woman and nodded her head. "Vine silks, my family produces it." She said it though with a smile and looking at her shoulder while the others with her dispersed going off to do their own things but the party here was starting to get into a full swing it seemed. She wasn't certain who else would be arriving but she was giving her undivided attention here to the woman she had just met. "I am Junko Ike." She didn't need to brag about what titles she had it always seemed strange compared to some when they were working on establishing themselves and as the jedi knight thought about it there was always if she was lucky a chance to just relax here. "I have not seen you around, I know a fair amount of people within the order but not you."