suicide slum's finest
There was always a case.
It seemed as if Kai concealed certain details, maybe even lied about them. Corin felt it in the air while eyes narrowed on the suspended frame of the newly deemed criminal, left to float between the blue-lit restraints in the depths of the detention cenre. He wondered, even if briefly, if this little venture became motivated by spite. It was no secret that neither Corin or Kai were the best of friends of any sort, there was no love lost when the latter became a convicted felon sentenced to three full years. Hell, some pettier side to the Suicide Slums local almost went there to boast; their lives fell in different directions, after all, and one appeared much better than the other. In an objective sense, that is.
Kai almost dared him to do it. Challenged Corin against Iris' resolve, or so the elder of the two imagined.
He awaited Iris on the steps to the Jedi Temple, the afternoon sun cascaded over the countless stairs that lead towards the busy street, otherwise indifferent to the activities of the Jedi. Between the streams of Padawan learners in their more traditional attire, Corin stood out like somewhat of a sore thumb in the expected leathers those two Jedi watchmen of Denon often wore, leaned on. Even if she tried to veer from him, the newly made knight was on the move.
"Iris." His voice cut through the excess chatter.
"I need to speak to you about Kai." He continued once closer with a softer, more subtle volume.
Iris Arani
It seemed as if Kai concealed certain details, maybe even lied about them. Corin felt it in the air while eyes narrowed on the suspended frame of the newly deemed criminal, left to float between the blue-lit restraints in the depths of the detention cenre. He wondered, even if briefly, if this little venture became motivated by spite. It was no secret that neither Corin or Kai were the best of friends of any sort, there was no love lost when the latter became a convicted felon sentenced to three full years. Hell, some pettier side to the Suicide Slums local almost went there to boast; their lives fell in different directions, after all, and one appeared much better than the other. In an objective sense, that is.
Kai almost dared him to do it. Challenged Corin against Iris' resolve, or so the elder of the two imagined.
He awaited Iris on the steps to the Jedi Temple, the afternoon sun cascaded over the countless stairs that lead towards the busy street, otherwise indifferent to the activities of the Jedi. Between the streams of Padawan learners in their more traditional attire, Corin stood out like somewhat of a sore thumb in the expected leathers those two Jedi watchmen of Denon often wore, leaned on. Even if she tried to veer from him, the newly made knight was on the move.
"Iris." His voice cut through the excess chatter.
"I need to speak to you about Kai." He continued once closer with a softer, more subtle volume.
Iris Arani