Faction Social Harmony || The Confederacy + Open

[Jane lovett]

Socializing
Wearing: xx
Tag: Zoey Bradiss + Kirk Tektus

Jane had supported the confederacy for years. So when they gave her an invite she took it not knowing her sister would be here Jane had her hair done so to speak and didn't have any make up done. Still as she walked through the casino and Resort people came up to her wanting photos and signatures which she gladly did of course. When she walked into the casino she saw her sister talking to a strange man luckily she hadn't noticed Jane yet as she walked up " enjoying ourselves zoey" she said Zoey would know full well who it was behind her the galaxy wide famous model finished the distance between them.


She looked to zoeys company clearly older than Zoey and maybe jane"names Jane lovett" she said with a corusanti accent of her own hopefully her presence changed zoeys plans. And maybe his plans as well "hopefully I'm not intruding is it alright if I stay Zoey is my younger sister" she said looking at Zoey with a slightly disappointed look before looking back at kirk with a smile knowing full well what Zoey had planned.

 

[Kyyrk]

Wearing this for duration of thread, sans helmet

Voph lofted a brow and gave the woman a side-eye at Diana's question. He lifted his right arm from behind him to inspect the gauntlet that rested upon it. "I suppose this would be considered armor, wouldn't it?" Voph lapsed into a long silence, then quietly ventured, "I don't know." Voph stared at the back of his gauntlet as if he'd never seen it before. Why...WAS he wearing armor right now? He was off duty. Medical leave, technically. And yet here he stood, clad in armor sufficient to wade into the depths of war.

"It feels...natural. Almost as if I was meant to wear it." That sounded strange. Did it? Voph wasn't sure. He looked up from his gauntlet to glance at the red haired woman, suspicion written upon his face. "Is that...strange?" Voph held her gaze for a moment. "Like I couldn't imagine wearing something else." Voph frowned, looking out at the beach. "I am....at a difficult time. The armor is comforting, I suppose." Voph fell quiet again. His silence, and explanation, was sufficient to answer both questions, he thought. He was on Scarif to heal. Or at the least, to begin to heal. From what? He didn't even know anymore....

Diana Sophistica

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[Darth Metus]

Wearing: Executive Formal Wear​

SHOREHAVEN

"The day that Visanj isn't herself is the day it all goes to chit."

The man's response was amidst a hearty chuckle. When seeing Shuklaar, the Vicelord could not help but be reminded of easier times. Simpler times. There were so many years where he had struggled to rectify the differences of now and his past. When he was far younger, all that mattered was being strong so that he could do his best for Manda'yaim and his House. All that mattered was family and home. Yet now? The dizzying web of politics dominated his daily life. And for what? Family. For home had long since abandoned his lineage.

But even still, seeing his sibling - the warrior - made him long for the days when battles were straightforward. When matters were settled astride a Bes'uliik and not with pen and legislation. When the Galaxy was far less of a toxic cesspool then it was now. But, despite the current events, Isley could not revel in memories of the past. He had a responsibility - same as ever. To safeguard his family. To safeguard his House. And to safeguard the Southern systems. Thus, he raised his glass to his lips and indulged in a hearty sip of his beverage.

"I'm getting old, vod." he began. The glass was settled down with an ominous thump. "Beskar'gam weighs upon my bones like never before - as does the duties to my kin and Clan. Though the Force is mighty within me, it does nothing for those of our kind. I can move mountains, yes, but jetii ways are not our ways." He stepped forward, extending two fingers. They settled upon Shuklaar's chest - upon the iron heart.

"I must think of the future. Of our House. Of our Clan. Of all who look to me for guidance. Vod, it is time that I pass the torch to the next generation. That is what I have called you to discuss."

"For my heir is young. And he will need your wisdom. House Verd will need your wisdom, like never before."

Shuklaar Kyrdol​

 

[Phalsi Drynchen]

MISTRYL ENVOY
Locale: The Beach

On Her Person: The Encoil, Zerek Stowaway Node, ICE/iBorg Clarion Personal Translator
Outfit: Modest Swimsuit
Tags: Diana Sophistica Kyyrk​

She had continued along the shoreline, the wrap about her waist threatening more than once to come undone as she spied two figures along the shoreline. They were speaking. Ag least, given how closely they stood it seemed as though they might be speaking. One was adorned in armor, the other a dress of sorts very much appropriate for the beach.

There was a silent thought of avoiding even speaking to anyone, packing up her trip and headed back to Emeberlene to negotiate a more suitable meeting rather than...this.

The thought was dismissed quickly given the likelihood of having to attempt yet another visit in a similar manner. Or possibly worse. She had no idea really how to engage the pair. Rather than let the anxiety fester longer, she let herself walk forward until she was within earshot of the pair and gave them an awkward moment of silence as she attempted to make herself known without outright invading the conversation.

At least that was the attempt.

"Uhm. H-hello. I'm, Phalsi. Alright if I join you two?" Blurted words of a pseudo introduction paired with a forced smile. The nerves about her were going haywire with self doubt in that moment. She pulled the mirrored sunglasses up, making sure they stayed on her forehead rather than be rude and stay hidden behind them.

She did her best to not fidget. A measure she failed to do as her hands slid behind her back. Only to have a thumb and pointer finger rub together. The stances each held was something she had seen of the more military types she had been dealing with lately. Her feet were planted firmly but the muscles were prepared to carry her away with a single dismissal.

 

[Diana Sophistica]

Sunset Shore - Shorehaven
Wearing: This
Tag: Open to interaction + Kyyrk + Phalsi Drynchen

It took a few seconds before Diana replied. It wasn't hard to do... not in the slightest... but it was... almost like it was something she could have said. The man here stood with a posture that betrayed him more then he might have expected. She raised her hand and put the heavy metal hand as tenderly on his shoulder as she could. Her voice was calm, her torso slightly tilted to looked at him with the two emerald eyes, their soft glow betraying the Force that flowed through them.

"You are not strange. Any crossroad allows us to leave behind that what may drag us down. The only reason things are difficult, is because we have still yet to grow I suppose. So if the armour helps, then let it do that. Next time we meet on a beach, when you passed your difficulties, perhaps you will be standing here in something else."

She smiled, kindly. Her voice betrayed how much she felt that the statement was as much intended for herself as it was for the man next to her. The soft breeze tickling her face as she noticed a girl just beyond the man she was talking to. Reflective sunglasses on her face that made Diana question if she had something to hide. Only to see her approach further. A soft, kind smile slit over her face as the woman noticed the nervous disposition she had. If she didn't dare to attract the attention of the two, Diana would call out to her. But first she wanted to give her the chance to do it herself.

She did it, the girl mustered the courage to approach them. Diana slowly let her hand slide off the man's shoulder and with her other hand she waved the girl to approach them and come closer.

"Oh well nice to meet you, please come and join us. I'm sure my friend here doesn't mind in the slightest... do you?"

She looked sideways to Iskallion, and then back to the girl. She was younger then Diana. Less damaged then her too. She still dared to go out in a swimsuit, which was plenty of courage if you asked her. When the girl approached, Diana would ask the girl, with a soft gentle voice that had a motherly warmth to it:

"Did you just arrive here? I'm Diana and this here is Iskallion. It is a pleasure to meet you, what brings you here?"

 

[Alfhildr Ótta]

Location: Shorehaven Shore, at the edge of the jungle
Objective: Get to somewhere less nauseating...
Tags: Gerwald Lechner | Lunara Azure

She knew it would be painful, as Ǻsmund had told her so, but words could only prepare one so much. She didn't fear pain, for pain was only information, but all of this knowledge couldn't soften the reality. No matter how painful it was to have her body preparing to rearrange itself, it couldn't hold a candle to the breaking of her heart when she found herself all alone, and without warning. She knew the risk of the change for her sex, with the introduction of non-Lupo genes to her people, but the records showed her line so very pure, and yet - YET! - this is what she feared: death, for it would not be her alone that was lost.

"I... no, no-one," she shook her head. It should have been Ǻsmund, after him, Freya, but now, a... nameless one. Alfie rubbed at her eyes, pressing palms into them, where they stayed for a few moments while the nameless one and the woman talked, until he was addressing her again. Could she walk? Well... could she? Her hands fell from her eyes and her gaze rose to look not only on him, but the both of them.

"It hurts..." she replied, almost defiantly, "...but I can walk."

She would walk. She wasn't broken. The only way past this pain was through it - that she knew for certain. It couldn't be dulled, so that she might know the details of her full, true self. For the second time in so few minutes, Alfhildr Ástríðr Ótta began to stand from her crouch, gritting her teeth and refusing to let the pain deter her, this time. It was stubborn, it was prideful, and driven by embarrassment at even being seen like this by unfamiliars, but no-one was laughing. She had spent much of her young years with a key lesson impressed upon her, year after year: don't show weakness. Though this was meant when faced with the human element of Islimore, this was a foreign land.

Risen as far as to be bowed over still, her hands on knees kept her steady as she regathered herself, mentally, to complete the rise. Moisture stung at the corners of her eyes, an uncontrollable thing, she sucked in a sharp breath, her teeth closing up again, and pushed to rise to her full height, petite as she still was. A hiccupping sob escaped her as her limbs and spine straightened, followed by her turning and heaving up the remnants of her last meal into the sand, and spitting, dripping the awful, acidic taste from her mouth... but she remained standing.

"I..." she forced, through hoarse sobs, "...can walk."

She wished she could run away.

 

[Kyyrk]

Wearing this for duration of thread, sans helmet

Voph stiffened slightly under the touch. Another memory. A flash of colors. The smell of ozone. A factory. Twin shafts of light flying about him, clashing and sparking. There was a ferocity in the air that few could mimic. Blood. The earth sang for blood. Then, there was a sharp pain in Voph's arm. He turned his head to look down at the stump, only to be greeted with his gauntleted mechanical arm, framed by the sand beneath it. He drew a deep breath, his hand clenching into a fist. Diana had given him a task. The next time they stood together on a beach, he would be healed.

Voph's head raised, and his eyes squinted slightly as he looked out over the water. He heard the speech next to him. Diana was conversing with another. But that was not on Voph's mind right now. For reasons he couldn't explain, he was consumed by a single thought: He'd spent millennia trying to heal the galaxy. Now it was time to heal himself. Diana couldn't know the weight of what she'd just said. But perhaps one day he could explain it to her. Assuming she even cared. Assuming he ever understood it himself.

He stirred after a moment, realizing both eyes were on him. He offered a slim yet professional smile, and dipped at the waist in greeting. "Well met, Phalsi." Diana had already introduced him, so there was no need to speak his name again. Even if it were not his. A small part of him longed for the day when he could speak freely again. It would come in time. All things, in time...

Diana Sophistica || Phalsi Drynchen

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[Phalsi Drynchen]

MISTRYL ENVOY
Locale: The Beach

On Her Person: The Encoil, Zerek Stowaway Node, ICE/iBorg Clarion Personal Translator
Outfit: Modest Swimsuit
Tags: Diana Sophistica Kyyrk​

She had been greeted and even beckoned closer. A sigh of relief passing through her quickly as she stepped near enough to speak clearly. The both of them could see better now a silvery line tracing from center of her right shoulder starting from collar bone only to slip behind her back.

There was a timid smile about her, eyes passing over the woman before looking at the armored male. They had been speaking on something that caused him to pause. And that was something she had worried about interrupting in the first place.

But the worry had been brushed aside as she heard their names.

"Well met, Diana, and Iskallion. The pleasures mine." Her hands came forward, entirely unsure of what to do with them suddenly as the fingers twined together at her waist.

"Business...sort of? I'm from the Silvers. The Silver Jedi Concord I mean. The jedi...said that. Uh, they, the jedi-silvers I mean, helped Emeberlene recently. My home-home planet. And there's a group there, that I'm a part of. I'm here on behalf of them. They wanted me to bring a donation for the refugees. Discretely." Her hands rung together in front of her, not sure how much to share without learning more about them. Four more silvery lines could be seen across each index and middle finger knuckle. Each scar was perfectly set upon the top of each knuckle in symmetry to the next, running across rather than with her hand.

 

[Diana Sophistica]

Sunset Shore - Shorehaven
Wearing: This
Tag: Open to interaction + Kyyrk + Phalsi Drynchen

Her eyes caught a glimpse of his hand. A clenched fist. She softly squeezed his shoulder with her metal hand and let it glide off. There was more to it sure, but not for today. It took her a moment before her eyes settled on the woman again, she seemed nervous and on the suns gentle rays, she noticed something. The girl wore scars, almost... like it was a ceremonial thing. The color so different from her own scars. She approached the girl and took her hands in her own. The hands of the older woman were getting scarred constantly, one being completely metal and made by herself, the other a collection of what were clearly once beautiful hands, reduced to a collection of memories that stained her skin. Nails filed to the minimum for safely, but still given a very hard to detect paint.

"Dear, I would have to say you did not meet the discretion requirement. But I'll keep it a secret."

The woman showed her a teasing smile. Kind but also with a small tinge of seriousness still hanging to the words she spoke. She let go of the hands, and looked at Iskallion, his posture not much changed so she sent a few warm words his way as she looked just past him to see if a few beach chairs be found.

"Would you mind terribly if we get a few chairs to sit in? I do find that I'm... sinking."

With a playful smile she pointed her right hand at the now slowly sinking foot that was finding its way into the soft grains of sand. The woman now standing with her hip perked to balance out the stance. Her sundress flowing calmly in the wind as the sand between her toes started to almost feel... normal. It was not a thought she'd want to have, but surely the sand could be ok... maybe... probably still gonna be annoying to remove though. She smiled and shook her head before turning back to the girl. Her eyes glancing over her form and asking:

"We aren't stopping you from swimming if we would get a chair I hope? By all means I'd be happy to walk along the waters as well. I just can't swim quite that well these days, If you can forgive me."

She looked at the girl, then back at Iskallion and smiled at him.

"Though I'm not even sure where you came from? I never had a home planet to begin with, I live on my ship the Red Hare... what about you?"

There was a soft almost, sadness to her words but also a relief when she spoke of the ship. It had been damaged so often. It held her memories, her many collections of armours that she so obsessively collected, a small space she held out in case she got a student, and many more nooks and crannies that made that ship feel like her home. No planet would ever... come close to being that much of a place she felt connected too. Perhaps her parent's ship... but even that had long since become a destination for trips, not a haven to return too. Her eyes glaze over for a second as she snaps back with the soft crashing of the water on her foot.

 

[Sergeant Omen]

Sunset Shore - Shorehaven, walking along the forest path
Wearing: Standard spacer gear

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Equipment: Standard combat knife, Bes'bev flute, Datapad
Knife and flute are stored in his prosthetic arms and the datapad in his jacket
Tag: Open to interaction+ Shuklaar Kyrdol

Omen had a rough couple of weeks. The SJC was running him ragged with the supply trips he was being sent on plus the crash landing of his ship on the world of Roldalna's spaceport. He sighed as he thought about those osi'yaim repairmen overcharging him for the replacement coolant valve, giving him the reason that they didn't have any parts that would fit on his ship in stock when he clearly had some behind his desk. At least he didn't have to replace the whole engine block and the repairs went quickly which was something to be thankful for.

At least I got off of that rock... Still angry with that kriffing repairman though, no coolant flow values my arse... What a bunch of bantha poodoo...

He pushed the curses about dishonest grease monkeys back inside his mind. At least his ship had made this run without having any issues. He had been sent to Scarif to collect an order of some of the world's precious metals for starship building that the SJC clearly needed if it was going to fight off the Bryn. He also was using it as a bit of a working vacation of sorts, exploring sites that he never dreamed of seeing unless he was under fire. And buying a ticket to this event served that purpose just fine.

The path he was walking on opened up into an open cliffside overlooking one of the planet's many caverns. The clone took the time to sit down on a flat rock and pulling out a datapad, trying to catch up on what he had missed back at his so-called home. He winced as soon as he saw the main headline of a Bryn raid on Nal Huttal.

Even the Hutts with their massive fortunes aren't safe in this galaxy... We got to stop the Bryn, for the galaxy, and for the Silver Jedi's sanities...

He shoved the datapad back into the old jacket he had found in one of his vessel's storage lockers from the previous occupants and he was happy to find that the lizard's clothes fit him just fine. He couldn't exactly run around in his ARC armor after all. He already had enough trouble getting past the event's security droids who wanted to search his prosthetics for weapons which of course he did have. Thank god for supervisors who believed in a human over a living piece of metal or he might have never have gotten in. He pulled the Bes'bev that one of the Cuy'val Dar had given him (he thought it was Wad'e Tay'haai) from the hollow storage cavern in his right arm and started to play Vode An, the Mandolarian marching song he had known from the age he had started to walk. The audience of the birds and insects that inhabited the palm forest quieted down as the notes bounced off the walls of the canyon and rattled into the forest, interested in the new music they had never heard before. For the first time in a long time, the trooper started to relax and not have a care in the world.

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[Kyyrk]

Wearing this for duration of thread, sans helmet

Voph arched a brow for a moment, before turning to look at the girl. "Not very discreet if you're telling people, is it?" His face broke into a smile, and a soft chuckle issued forth as he turned to go find the chairs he'd been instructed to get. He said the words in jest, and intended no conflict. He picked up three of them with ease, and returned them to the spot the trio had claimed. Clearly, he had above average strength for a humanoid. But then, given his Sith Pureblood profile yet Caucasian coloring, he very clearly was not human. It was not clear what EXACTLY he was, but human was not it.

Voph slowly lowered himself into the seat determined as his own, when Diana asked him where he was from. This, he knew. Even without the loss of memory. Home had a way of finding itself. But it brought him pain. Pain to know that he'd failed his home once again. To know that when his people needed him, he'd abandoned them. His disturbance was written across his face for the briefest of moments. Vylmira. "I do not have a home, per say. I travel where I am required, when I am required. Sometimes on the same ship. Sometimes not." He smiled simply. "But all in a days work, no?"

Diana Sophistica || Phalsi Drynchen

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[Phalsi Drynchen]

MISTRYL ENVOY
Locale: The Beach

On Her Person: The Encoil, Zerek Stowaway Node, ICE/iBorg Clarion Personal Translator
Outfit: Modest Swimsuit
Tags: Diana Sophistica Kyyrk​

There was a brief dash of rose across her cheeks when both mentioned the distinct lack of discretion. Her lips curled in before making a small pop as she opened her mouth and thought a bit wiser of being sassy. She'd grown a touch keener of late to the when and where to dispense her opinions.

"I'm about as discreet as a thermal detonator. But thanks." She kept the sass in check, for the most part. The next question had her shaking her head a little too quickly.

"Ah, no. Quite happy to sit. The waters nice but, not for me today." She laughed lightly as she glanced to the glistening crests of lazy splashes across the shore. Her feet were fine, and the water temperate enough to offset the sun. But she wasn't planning on diving in today.

She didn't feel like tackling that monster today.

Her eyes drifted across the sundress, Diana's comment about not swimming prompting the glancing evaluation. Catching the hint of an augmented leg, she understood without pressing about the matter.

Adjusting her chair to see the pair better, her back was to them briefly, revealing the steristeel armored plates along her spine. Beginning from the back of her head, it trailed down to the lowest point of her spine before she slid into the chair with a bit of caution.

"Sometimes a home isn't a place, though. It could be a person, or a feeling even." She offered quietly. Eyes shifting between the pair as she felt a bit uncomfortable at having brought up the topic now.

 

[Var Talon]

Wearing: Obsidian-type Strike Armor​

SHOREHAVEN

The Echani still remembered the slap.

It had only been a brief while ago that the pilot had made a small scene aboard a vessel. When awaiting the next sortie, she had slammed her palm across Var's face as hard as she could. Frankly, he deserved it, given how things had ended. But today was a far cry from how their reunion played out. It was almost poetic that, while she had slapped him, he was the one pecking her cheek. Nonetheless, the Echani settled in and leaned back in his seat, practically unable to keep a smirk from his features.

I'm really glad you could make it. she said. And frankly, Var believed her. Sylvia's face was alive with a happy smile - not one of those fake ones she'd put on when higher ups were present. He knew when she was happy and when she was just playing the game; and this afternoon fell into the former category. That was good. Hell, she used to smile at him just like that all the time. Back when things were simple. When he parted his lips to quip back, he had to keep the word babe from slipping out. It was like riding a bicycle again - everything was just...so easy to pick up again.

While he masked the near slip of the tongue with clearing his throat and sipping the beverage, complimentary bread sticks were laid before them. Sylvia quipped about his growing tab, filled with "outta the fire" saves on her part. A bemused huff escaped his nostrils as he settled the glass down. "It's a good thing you have toes." he said, in that joking slash condescending manner. He then nodded to their waiter. "I'll take your ribeye, medium rare, mashed potatoes and the vegetable of the day." The order was simple enough - and he didn't need a menu to order it. Every restaurant had those items on the menu. Every single one.

He paused so that Sylvia could place her order and, when the waiter stepped away, he reached back out for his drink. "Sooo, bantha in the room..." he pointed towards her and then back to himself. The obvious. Var wasn't one to dance around a subject - especially when he was practically calling his ex by pet names. The mission had seen their friendship return. Seen those walls come crashing down. But friendship wasn't the only thing he could feel slipping back into his life. And he darn sure knew Sylvia was dealing with the same bucket o'chit.

"Where from here?"

Sylvia Alvaro​

 

[Diana Sophistica]

Sunset Shore - Shorehaven
Wearing: This
Tag: Open to interaction + Kyyrk + Phalsi Drynchen

She waited patiently. The soft rolling waves and the grains of sand shifting under her heavy leg. The salt drying out her lips a bit as the soft rushing of the beautiful nature came over her. Her body was tense, almost as if the serene nature of it all was too much for a second, and with a sigh she let it flow out of her body. Her whole stature slowly loosening as the man was grabbing the chairs. The other woman, quite a bit younger, adorned with an outfit long since behind Diana if she had anything to say in it, and now she finally felt... relaxed. Her eyes glimpsed at the two, going from one to the other as the woman had responded prior to their male companion getting the chair. She had waited deliberately, under the soft sounds of a creature in the sky squawking at the people, she offered a response in a far less kind-hearted tone and instead one that felt... personal, like an advice that she didn't want ignored.

"Dear... you will find that the detonator is far more discrete then the explosion it causes... don't consider yourself either, cause it would make you just a tool."

She glanced at the other woman, her face serious and caring, but also worried what would have made the woman think that it was the right way to describe her actions as such. But she couldn't find herself ready to breach that topic. She smiled. Soft and friendly while looking at the woman. She then turned, almost doing so on her heel like she did in battle, only to feel the sand gritting over her feet and lifting it with a soft sobbing noise and look at the sun reflecting waterscape before her. Iskallion returned with the three chairs, an impressive feat in itself she found and as he provided one for her, she placed it so she could see the two and still find a way to lay in the sun and tan her excessively pale skin at least a little.

"Iskallion, I could not agree more... My Red Hare is the first ship I ever got, and it has been my home since... but you are not wrong either Phalsi... I find that home is simply... where we decide it to be. Some of us find it in battle, others in our loved ones... but home is where we find the source of what makes us ourselves."

She looked over at the two with a sigh. Such deep talk after just a few minutes, but it was refreshing as well. The nostalgic feeling of reminiscing the day she received the Red Hare. It had been an odd ship to begin with, a bright white with blue ship that was lined internally with heavy pipes and tight corridors. Her parents had told her a story as she was young of a red hare and since she had not let it go. The first ship, the jumps it made and the home it was meant to become, it felt right to name it after the hare of the story. How it would jump from one moon to the next... she had made it her home. One day she would share it, make it a home for others so they could feel safe and be prepared for another generation to feel the safety it would guide them too. But now it was just hers. A small haven to return too, no matter how often it would crash or crumble.

"Iskallion, do you happen to know how to float things? Your strength is incredible... but wouldn't it be much easier to simply levitate them?"

She then turned her gaze to the other woman, her sass and presence as a whole reminded Diana of when she was younger, it made her smile and feel very good. It was her spine however that had her feeling slightly... off? It was long since that she started the idea that her body would never be the same it was before. But now that she was here, it felt strange to see someone having an augmentation so clearly hidden... yet visible. She couldn't shake it and after a few seconds she shook her head and tried to push it away. Everyone had reasons for their modifications, and some people had openly questioned her choice for such rudimentary designed prosthetics. To each their own.

 

[Sylvia Alvaro]

BYOO - Fireside Lounge
wearing: xXx
tag: Var Talon

It was almost frightening how easily the two of them fell into old habits - into how it used to be. From the way he spoke in that same playful, joking tone, to the food that he ordered, to the way he didn't beat around the bush or mince words. It was like nothing changed but everything felt so different, so foreign. It shouldn't have been such a shock. The two of them had gotten along since day one. Still, after she had ordered her meal - which consisted of two entrees and a selection of seafood, the smile faded from her expression.

"Where from here?"

It was the million-dollar question she didn't have an answer to. He would notice the tensing of her shoulders, as subtle as it was, the way her entire demeanour seemed to shift. It wasn't that she was uncomfortable.... just that... she was concerned, and confused, and a myriad of other emotions that were just as distressing. Sylvia hadn't been finished with their relationship that night when he told her to go. She hadn't been finished with it the nights that followed when she cried herself to sleep. She'd thought she'd been finished with it that day they'd met for that suicide mission. And by the end of that day when he was bleeding in the cargo hold and they were stranded awaiting rescue, she didn't know anything anymore.

She looked away from him and found that she was frightened to meet his eyes. Eye contact with him was a dangerous, dangerous thing. But lovely. God, so lovely.

"I don't know." She admitted after what felt like an eternity. And the admission was painful. Sylvia was not a person that showed emotions, that showed uncertainty, because that was the type of chit that got a person killed. She was made of stone, in control every minute of every day, and it was only the rare occasion when she was in the safety of a locked room, or a ship lost in the void of space, that she allowed those walls to come down. But right now, at that moment she didn't know how to be that person, the strong kind.

"I... don't know, Var."

It felt like a cop-out. She should have known what she wanted and it wasn't fair for him. After all, she was the one that invited him here. Maybe it was under the pretence of being friends but... there was a desire to rekindle as well. She wanted that, the romance, the affection, all of it. She'd missed him. But still remembered what he'd done, and what she'd done. What if it ended the same way again?

"I wasn't done with us." She admitted, still not looking at him because she might lose the courage to speak if she did. "I never imagined that we'd get married, or have babies, or I'd meet your family and you'd meet mine. But I never imagined we'd end the way we did. I figured we still had a few more years before I did something to piss you off and we fell apart."

Sylvia took a drink to busy her hands and steel herself. She'd never been good at these kinds of conversations. "I thought we could be friends again." She continued. "But friendship is proving to be difficult. Every time I look at you I remember what we had. I keep remembering the times we'd lay in bed staring at the ceiling, talking and laughing like a couple of idiots without a care in the world. Every time you smile, I smile. Every time you lick your lips, I want to kiss you. I remember everything and I miss it."

She sighed deeply and finished her drink. That was just another dirty habit that was getting worse. Alcohol, drugs, both were a crutch. something that took the edge off, and she was always on edge. "And then I remember what happened. That stupid mission and how we lost Larsa. And I remember what you said that night and how I left you there. I get so angry. And I get scared because I'm not good at relationships, or apologizing."

She paused to take a breath.

"I'm not done with us."

At last, she looked back at him.

"Where do you want to go from here?"

 

[Kyyrk]

Wearing this for duration of thread, sans helmet

Voph shrugged non-committedly. "I can. I chose not to. A wise woman once told me that one should respect power of all kinds. It is not to be used for frivolous purposes." In basic, Voph saw it as a waste to use the Force for such a mundane task. He smiled thinly at Diana, and turned to look at the younger woman. "I too lacked discretion once upon a time. Some days I still do." He waved an idle hand to dismiss her claims. "All in due time, young one. All in due time."

His tone was strange, spoken as one far older than he appeared. And yet he did not seem a day over thirty. Or at least, what would pass for thirty in a human. The being sitting before them was clearly not a human, so it was anyone's guess what passed for old in his species. He seemed like a Sith Pureblood of some description, and yet was pale as the two women sitting with him. "To your first point, however, If you are to embrace that technicality, I cannot say I've ever had a home. Simply places that I have stayed for a period of time."

Diana Sophistica || Phalsi Drynchen

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[Phalsi Drynchen]

MISTRYL ENVOY
Locale: The Beach

On Her Person: The Encoil, Zerek Stowaway Node, ICE/iBorg Clarion Personal Translator
Outfit: Modest Swimsuit
Tags: Diana Sophistica Kyyrk​

Diana's rebuttal to the thermal detonator comment left her grasping at straws. Unsure of how to dismiss the comment left her floundering for a response and instead shifted her focus to the next part of the conversation.

The mention of using the force for frivolous tasks made her smirk a little, given one of her less than stellar lessons had been using said force to flip a lightswitch across her room. Something she wasn't about to bring up, though it did little to stop her from smiling.

Her focus shifted to Iskallion.

"You don't have a quiet place to go and collect yourself? Somewhere private, you call your own? The question wasn't anything more than mere curiosity, the notion of his words at odds with what she was used to.

 

[Kyyrk]

Wearing this for duration of thread, sans helmet

The silence was...saddening, in a way. As Voph looked out across the water, it was clear his mind was somewhere else. A place he could call his own? Of course there was. Desolation. "Not anymore. The closest thing I've had to a home was destroyed." He glanced at the girl for a moment, and smiled softly, his every movement and expression laced with memory. "There was a ship. Once upon a time. It was never....a home. But it was better to me than all the worlds of this galaxy combined."

Voph's gaze returned to the water, now fully immersed in a memory he'd only just discovered. "I can still remember the day I first took command of her. It was just to be a training exercise. A day. Maybe less. That ship was my only comfort for the next five years. Her sisters fought valiantly alongside her, but by the first cycle, she stood alone." Voph's brow furrowed. "As fine a home as I could have asked for."

Diana Sophistica || Phalsi Drynchen

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[Lunara Azure]

O B J E C T I V E​

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Wearing: White dress​

Tagging: Gerwald Lechner | Alfhildr Ótta​

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The elfin blonde rolled her eyes, taking a step towards the young woman and the man crouched over her. She could feel the worry, the concern boiling off him, twisting the force in the clearing into a maelstrom of emotion. The pain and fear of the young woman and the concern and worry of the tardy and unpunctual Lord-Commander made it hard to breathe. You’d think that the man would know better but his concern for the young woman was palpable.

She hadn’t known about the existence of Lupins, of any shape-shifter until she’d left Zernia and stepped into the wider galaxy. A galaxy that constantly surprised her with what was possible, and with the price that it cost. Judging from the girl’s screwed up face, the pain that seemed to consume her entire being it didn’t look like it was the most pleasant of experiences.

One delicate hand came to rest on Gerwald’s shoulder, giving him a reassuring squeeze before stepping past him to stare at the girl on the ground. Crystal blue eyes swept over her frame before she shook her head.

“You’re obviously not ok, and you clearly can’t walk. What is it with Lupin’s being so cursed stubborn? Seriously, is it some kind of genetic thing, you need to act all tough and let your pride run away with you?”

The woman span around, a finger extending towards the brown-haired man, holding it in his face for a moment, unwavering as she glared at him.

“Don’t say anything Wolf, I don’t wanna hear it.”

Blue eyes swung back to the girl in front of her, the woman’s gaze softening for the barest hint of a moment as she reached down, resting a hand on her brow for a moment as she glanced down at the mess beneath her.

“You’re really not going anywhere. It won’t kill you to ask for help, otherwise, you’re going to end up like him, and that’s not something any of us want. I’m not sure the galaxy could handle two Gerwald Lechner’s.”

Straightening the woman span around, settling her gaze on Gerwald as she gestured with one hand, delicate tendrils of the force wrapping around Alfhildr, lifting her off the ground as if she were floating on top of some invisible litter, borne through the air by invisible bearers. In contrast to the woman’s words, the touch through the force was gentle, unlike the look she levied on the Wolf.

“So…where do we take her oh great and experienced one? You never thought about actually moving her if she needed it but you were going to leave her lying in a pool of her own vomit? Really? Does she need a doctor? Just a place to lie down in the dark?”

The look she turned on the man could flay flesh from bones, eyes cold as the ice that she was known for.

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