Dominion The House Always Wins -- Darkwire Dominion of Bovo Yagen Hex

[Rika]

Jorj had strolled around the casino complex without much interest. Nearly every human he crossed paths with was convinced that he was in costume, wearing the ears of some, to them, adorable little critter. The fortunate part was that no one seemed to want to pet "fake" ears, so he either responded with an uncomfortable smile or occasionally a "thank you for liking my costume" and moved along before anyone wanted to test how "real" his ears were.

Costumes were not really his thing. He'd never even owned a nice set of normal clothes. Why wear something nice if it was just likely to get ruined and run down anyway? How could people afford to buy so many different articles and accessories and then also afford to keep them looking so new. Or wear them in combinations that made the garments seem like they had never been worn before. The Leporine man could admit that he was fascinated by the whole concept. If he ever had disposable income, maybe he'd spend some time looking around some of the fashion districts on Denon... Or maybe elsewhere. Denon was often far too techie for his tastes. Still, he snagged a mask that had been forgotten on a side table. That was more his speed. He felt at ease behind the shield of anonymity.

His wanderings eventually brought him to a bar. They always brought him to a bar. There were some rowdy patrons in one corner which typically was something Jorj would avoid. Behind his mask, though, he felt more confident. Approaching the corner to investigate, he heard talk of a drinking contest, all expenses paid. There's nothing better than free drinks when you can barely pay for the transit fare for interplanetary travel. Free food wasn't bad either. But if the game involved binge drinking? Then Jorj would hold off until he was sure his food wasn't going to end up on the floor, in the 'fresher, in a disposal unit or, worse, all over another patron of the bar. Besides, the sweet oblivion of the bottom of a bottle called to Jorj. If anything, not having to pay for the effort was just a bonus.

"I'm in too!" he said, excitedly, sitting his fluffy bottom down at the table with the other contestants.

Ruby Jaxx | Kittani Eris​

 

[Magena Dray]

B . Y . O . O .
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Wearing: Outfit, Shoes
Tag: Judah Lesan

Four months. That was how long she’d been awake after having spent more than eighteen years as a wall ornament for Fallo at his palace on Nar Shaddaa. Something she very much wanted to forget and log away in that dusty corner of the mind with the rest of the crap situations she’d lived through, so she could seem like a semi-functioning adult.

She was tired. Tired of being the one always getting trampled underfoot, tired of being collateral damage. No more. She had paid her dues thrice over, and in a currency far more precious than gold. While nothing would ever repair the damage done to her children, nor to anyone else that had the misfortune of getting caught in her pheromone-ridden orbit, Magena Dray finally held the reins to take back the control over the future that she’d lost years ago. Or more specifically the datachit, that would give her the leg up she so desperately needed.

Passing over the threshold into the buzzing hive of vice, Magena inhaled a deep breath, relishing the mixture of sweat, slick bodies, and sweet cigarillo smoke while cerise eyes took in the array of electric blues, acid greens, and hot pinks. It was definitely her sorta scene, and there was no small part of her that didn’t wish she’d come only for the high, the rave, to dance and gamble the night away.

Go hard until she dropped. That wasn’t tonight's goal, but perhaps if things went accordingly, there’d be time enough to indulge later.

Lavender curls bounced lightly with each sway of her curved hips, the micro-mini skirt softly whispering as she walked, keeping cadence with the steady click-clak of the black boots that reached high up on her toned pink thighs. Magena knew there were eyes on her, feeling the heat of many a lascivious gaze from the patrons on her backside as she slipped into an empty seat at the bar, one slender leg draping over the other.

Leaning forward, revealingly so, Magena caught the eye of the barkeep and flashed him a beguiling crimson smile, tucking a long ringlet behind her ear as he bounded over to her.

“One sonic servodriver, please.”

Now, she just had to wait for her company to arrive.

 

[Daiya]

Spoiler: ALSO

Location: Luminous Sun's Ever-Summer Casino, Bovo Yagen
Objective: Finding some new friendships at the pazaak table
Wearing: Jacket, Dress | Zabrak costume (makeup, fake horns), HH Undercover, Sithliner (Lolcat) | DL-13 Holdout Blaster
Tags: Deryn Kaaldos , Cassus Akovin , Danielle Mueller, Calixte Diantha, Palm-Imer , Darth Argentum

Daiya stuck out her tongue at Cassus' remark about appropriation. She was clearly not going for that, so he could keep his prissy little morals to himself. Pool Boy hadn't exactly shown himself to be a shining beacon of humanity, anyway, so who was he to talk? The girl smirked at that thought, the expression deepening as her teenage counterpart took her proffered wager.

"Oooo, I can't wait to see what originality looks like on you. But if it's anything like your costume, you're going to need a bit of luck, too." Daiya caught that smirk through his latest glitch, impatient for the moment when she could wipe it off his face. She tried to focus herself on the other players who had joined in, a strange Muun, and the trio of other women. One of whom acceded to Daiya's claim of best costume, and the teen tossed a toothy grin her way. "Thank you, Palm! Your dress is a-mazing, by the way."

Still, the girl couldn't help but overhear Cassus comment off to the side at the Muun newcomer and the masked figure who seemed to be his partner for the day. Chummy with strangers? 'Chronic losing?' Cassus was being weirder than usual, she noted. She blinked and shook her head at the exchange, frowning as she heard something about a deformed Zabrak playmate. She stole another glance at the Zabrak man sitting among them, even if he was missing a tooth she thought it was pretty rude to call him deformed.

A passing wish of 'good luck' went around the table, and Daiya found herself nodding and offering her own as the dealer began to hand out cards. The game began as they all drew their cards, and she learned what her luck would be like during the game. So far, so good for the young shadowrunner it seemed. The girl didn't have any of the rarer cards in her hand this time, but she had enough of a variety that she felt ready to take on the game.

Some of the others were already beginning to make their moves, and Daiya wondered if they had only learned to play by reading a HoloNet article. She giggled to herself, putting down her card but without pretending to be smug about her chances. "I'm Daiya," she offered the rest of the table, in case no one else had heard Pool Boy identify her by name. Addressing the only remaining teenager in the group, the curious teen shadowrunner struck up a conversation, "So, Dee, is that short for anything or just an alias? I mean, I've met a few people with really short names, but nobody with just a letter for their name. Kind of sounds like you're a spy or secret agent!"

Daiya held back a giggle with a broad grin instead, waiting for a response and for other players to take their turn.

 

[Danielle Mueller]

Location: Luminous Sun’s Casino, Bovo Yagen.
Tagging: Deryn Kaaldos | Cassus Akovin | Palm-Imer | Calixte Diantha | Darth Argentum | Daiya
Objective: Mix & Mingle.
Wearing: Click here.

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Danielle glanced up from her cards, looking across the table to Daiya curiously. "An alias?" She smiled a little at the thought, as if there were so much excitement in her life as to need to go undercover with a false name or identity; "Nope, it's just short for Danielle" she grinned further, shaking her head a little and glancing back down over her cards wondering what the heck she was to do with them all.

There were certainly some interesting folk about, all manner of persons she had no clue as to their names or places they'd come from. She had heard that they weren't all from Confederate Space which certainly intrigued her, never having met anyone from outside of the Confederacy of Independent Systems before now.

Dee soon reached for her drink however, choosing to gulp down the last of it in order to smooth her nerves a bit. The Casino was only growing busier and the influx of activity was gradually gnawing at her anxiety, likely the youngest among those at the table, let alone having been allowed inside at all. The training under her Master was certainly paying off in those regards!

Looking back to Palm-Imer slightly, Dee found solace in the familiar face of her older friend from Illyria. She couldn't see the Woman's cards but she could tell that Palm had a bit more of a clue as to how to play than Dee herself did. She hadn't caught much of what the dealer had said, having spoken so fast over the rules as though they were easy to follow, yet she was also the type to stay quiet and not ask for help despite needing it.

She soon found herself wondering if there were people that came around to every table to serve drinks. The uncertainty in the game seemed to be making her thirsty for another!

 

[Karlie Lynn Destat]

Location: Party central... carnival/dance
Wearing: Favorite costume
Tagging: Open
Posts: 1

Ok, so her attire were in many ways comical. But it were Karlie's favorite and she had made it herself some time ago. Incidentally, it weren't the first time she sported it. Again, her favorite for such dressing up in costumes...

"Thanks. I made it myself...
You too...love the wings.." She commented back to one individual Lunara Azure in passing, not really sure if it were indeed a prop or real wings. Still, the girl nailed it, wings and all. It was in fact pretty good. Just that Karlie herself were a sweetheart and to dress up as one was too cliché for her. Reason she chose some super villain costume...or at least she thought it were some bad-ass villain she were sporting.

Anywo, the party in her current location was rocking it like the previous two other party centrals. This was by far one of the easiest dominions to date. She didn't have to watch her back, as other onlookers were...lol
Hey, it were the alcohol influencing her...so yea, she were having a blast.

 

[Palm-Imer]

Wearing: XxX
Tagging: Deryn Kaaldos ~ Cassus Akovin ~ Danielle Mueller ~ Calixte Diantha ~ Daiya ~ Darth Argentum

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Palm allowed her golden gaze to fall to her hand only once everyone held their own. It was not terribly good, it was also not bad. One of her cards was a +/- 3 modifier and she was glad for the advantage of picking whether it would add or substract from her total. When the dealer put her card out, she saw it was a 6. It was one below the one that Deryn Kaaldos had received, but it was also risky to use on of her own modifiers so early into the game. She only had the four for the whole three hands after all. So, she ended her turn and allowed for the next person to decide on their play as their card was put on display.

She returned Daiya's grin with one of her own, "Well, thank you! It is not a costume but I guess its every bit as quirky as the rest of the outfits I've seen tonight." Indeed, seeing as how a costume was not a choice she had gone with the next closest option: something...bizarre. Her gaze then moved towards Danielle as the two girls spoke. Just as if they had heard Dee's mental plea, a couple of waiters approached the table with drinks and fancy-looking snacks, clearly summoned by the sudden density of patrons that had accumulated around it.

Palm replaced her empty glass of whiskey for another one. She had a taste for stronger alcohols, excepting her new found love for wines she had acquired during her time spent on Illyria. She then directed her gaze at the adults, Deryn Kaaldos , Darth Argentum and Calixte Diantha. Had she been more serious about the game, she would have tried to decipher what luck had dealt them based on their expressions, but right now she seemed to be more in the mood for socializing than actually winning anything.

"What about you, got a name?" She asked, gaze settling on the redheaded woman and the Muun on the table who were the ones that remained nameless. Her tone was friendly and her comment off-handed enough that the strangers would be able to brush it off if they so wished. She wouldn't be surprised, after all, if some were here for pazaak and nothing else and found the conversation...well, annoying.

 

[John Locke]

Location: Casino | Bovo Yagen
Wearing: This is John
Tagging: Alistair Key | Mr. Antilles

The blue and gold casino chip caught the light for a moment as it tumbled lazily through the air before falling into the waiting hand, reappearing a moment later as it ran across the backs of the man’s fingers. Round and round it span, past fingers and knuckles, glinting as it caught the light before it vanished again before being flicked up into the air.

It was the kind of slow repetitive motion that you could keep your hands busy with as you thought, as you focused on something else. For the man leaning against the bar, there was a comfort in that motion, that calm repetition. Something to focus on aside from the party, from the bustle of the crowd around him.

John had never particularly enjoyed parties, the press of the crowd and the constant pull from one person to the other, showing the flesh. Sadly, no matter how far he advanced, how high he climbed there seemed to be more and more of these parties to claim his attention, to make a claim on his time. For a moment the cyborg considered building an HRD to attend the parties in his place, to free himself of that responsibility. The corner of his mouth turned up, a ghost of a smile dancing across his face at the thought. He knew that the idea was a non-starter, he interacted with too many force-users on a daily basis to be able to get away with it.

Besides, it wouldn’t do to be too much of a hermit, lost in his workshop, in his business, in the responsibilities of his position. A laugh escaped John’s lips as he lifted the tumbler of amber liquid he held in his free hand to his lips, sipping at the amber liquid within. With all that on his shoulders, it was a wonder that he actually had any time to attend parties like this. Idly the man wondered if that would work as an excuse to get himself out of the next one, though a look at the floor rapidly killed off that notion.

As much as he hated them, it was important to be seen, to be present. Unlike the states of old they didn’t exist in an ivory tower, and besides it wasn’t like he couldn’t have some fun while he was here.

The chip span lazily through the air again before he pulled it out of the air, pressing it against the table sliding it towards the barman. He’d heard card games were based on mathematics in action, what kind of scientist would he be if he didn’t take this opportunity to put that theory to the test through practical observation.

 

[Cassus Akovin]

Spoiler

Report Accepted.
Anomaly Detected...

Cassus ignored Daiya's barbs for the most part, as he focused on the cards being dealt, and reading the rest of the room. Though he wasn't sensitive to the force, he could still feel and anticipate something unexpected occurring not only here at the table, but the Casino itself. It wasn't naturally explainable, but it was an intuition deep within him.

"Deryn," He leaned down, the beard like mandible underneath his Acklay face almost phasing through his shoulder. "I think I've found a mark that won't land us in hot water, so give me a tap once you've lost." The boy Bounty Hunter began to walk away from the table, seemingly aimless but follow a very particular digital trail...

Deryn Kaaldos Daiya Danielle Mueller Calixte Diantha Darth Argentum

 

[Darth Argentum]

Objective: And the Winner is....
Palm-Imer Daiya Deryn Kaaldos Cassus Akovin

The Muun looked over at the woman when she asked for his name. The Force sensitive woman, it so happened. He was about to answer when the disturbance hit his conciousness.

His mouth snapped shut and he frowned in concentration. Just where was it emanating from? His focus drifted for a few seconds. Then it occurred to him the woman would have sensed it too.

But he couldn't just ask. Not without compromising his own identity. Argentum gathered himself before finally answering.

"Maro Dansk," he said giving her the name he'd been born with.

He saw one of the presumed bounty hunters get up. Surely he wouldn't have sensed anything. Yet the timing was odd. Argentum didn't believe in coincidences.

His eyes followed the mercenary before he looked back at his cards. Idly, he calculated the odds of recovering from this poor hand were not in his favor. He didn't care about losing a few credits. But pressing on with a losing cause was not what he did.

"I'll fold," he said flatly as he pushed away his cards.

 

[Zlova Rue]

Zlova gave the droid a sidelong look as she drew near. They might not use the Force, but that cut both ways. Even a Sith Lord couldn't read something that wasn't an organic form of life; and if they weren't on their guard, they wouldn't have enough time to dodge a blinding blow. Was it any wonder most Sith didn't collect sentient droids? Mindless minions at their full command, certainly. Those able to carry out their own instructions? All but gouged one of your own eyes out with a need to step twice as quick.

A smile curled the Twi'lek's lips upward as Talohn's remark. "You can feel me, can you?" the red woman purred. Her species didn't have pheromones begging people to get within striking distance, but her deep red skin and lekku made a female Twi'lek an equally alluring huntress. And unfortunately for the galaxy, one should judge Zlova by the color of her skin. So kind of them all to be against such shallow appraisals.

The man's understanding of the Sith was surprising. Most were content with 'blood thirsty monsters.' Though, Zlova did question the use of the word 'pragmatic' to describe them collectively. Certainly some of them. Others? Opportunistic seemed more apropos. No need to offer her own thoughts on it, however. After all, she'd been curious what he would think of her should he ever find out.

Oh, but then the show started. Talohn seemed to have quite the thing with the Amalgam. Mm, yes. Quite the thing. The Twi'lek golden gaze regarded him intently as he spoke with earnest. Just feeling all the angst and terror churning within... A part of her quite appreciated the show. Then again, a woman didn't rise to the rank of Sith Lord by being squeamish or weeping at the sight of the poor innocent people being trodden under feet. Certain drinks were acquired tastes; well, Sith acquired the taste for conflict. And there was much conflict in Talohn.

Though his words about having a reason to kill struck close enough to Zlova herself that the Twi'lek wasn't lost in his silent struggle. There often was some plan behind the slaughter. Often. It was not a universal trait among the Lords, however. Some would be quite content to watch the galaxy burn. Obviously, the Twi'lek wasn't one of them or she would chafe ever so much among members of the Confederacy with all their bellyaching about law, order, peace, justice, equality, and so on and so forth. But don't dare equate them to Jedi, or the Silvers' jaws would drop and the Confederate's brows would furrow.

"It happens." The glass? No. Not that. "There are not too many pleasant ends for creatures consumed with power. In the end, with every mortal connection severed, what else would such endless hunger do? In the end, it is left to those remaining to crush such a monster." Or claim it, study it, and perhaps if you were extraordinarily lucky even tame it. Usually those that tried ended up dead. She'd cleaned up after a few of them. "Sounds like it was quite the fight. You survived. You must be quite able to handle yourself."

Tag: Talohn Atar

 

[Bron Vaashe]

WEARING: xxx
TAG: Lunara Azure | Karlie Lynn Destat

"Hey now... I said nothing about how you look... of course you look angelic," Bron admitted the last without even a blush. It was not something he did, ever. The Echani was very much in control of his body language when he was not running around like a crazed demon looking to kill everything in his path.​

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Bron did shake his head at her other question. "Those actions... it is remained to be seen whether they were for the greater good or another moment of senseless killing."​

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He did not care that she put her drink on his tab. Bron deserved that much for his comments, and the fact he had all but disappeared after the events of Dorvalla. While it seemed Lunara had not had any problem with his monster being freed, Bron found that it weighed on him. His life had been one of discipline and control. When the other took over, whatever it was, Bron felt out of control. Even worse, he felt helpless, as though there was nothing he could do to fight it. Whatever it wanted... it got.​

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This was supposed to be a party where he was supposed to enjoy himself. His attention was diverted toward a blonde that seemed to be in a similar outfit as she walked by and complimented Lunara's. There was soft smile as he nodded in her direction before turning back to the woman whom he knew. Bron was horrible with introductions and perhaps Lunara was better with them.​

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"He enjoyed himself, yes. You seemed content with letting him out as well, almost encouraged it in fact. I do not like it," he said taking a drink of the liquid in his glass. "You do not know what it is like to have no control over yourself, to be trapped in your own skin? Though I do not see why this will be an issue tonight."​

 

[Talohn Atar]

She would feel angst burning within the cathar, for certain. But terror? No, she would not feel an ounce of terror within him. It was all an anger, a deep and profound anger that drove it's way up Talohn's wine glass, forming that crack, similar in looks to a lightning strike. If she's able to delve deep enough, she would find that it was not just him angry...no, it was anger in the desfense of someone. Born from the need to defend another. Yet that anger burned with a terrifying presence all the same. However, it fades once he snaps back to reality.

The cathar frowns, tapping the crack in his wine glass. "Hope this wasn't expensive. I really don't want to pay for this." Then she states how it happens, beings consumed by anger, and an immense hunger. Talohn purses his lips. taking a slow sip of his wine as he stares ponderously. Then...He suddenly chuckles. "Y'know, I wish they would just sit down and eat some food instead of going on a slaughter if they're that hungry. Seriously, it's not that hard to order food." Following that joke, he looks between Zlova and Yula, and his shoulders slump. Those orange eyes turn to Madlad. "That was a bad joke, wasn't it?"

Madlad's singular lensed face simply nodded in response. "Absolutely terrible, cat. In every way imaginable. Words can't even begin to descri-" Talohn silences the droid by putting up a hand.

It's then that Zlova inquires about Talohn's skillset. "Eh...Yea I'd say so. I was just a random merc back then. It was before I joined up with the mandalorians, y'see. Didn't have my armor, blaster wasn't working. Amalgam had just slaughtered a jedi. Picked up the dead bastard's lightsaber..." He states, pulling the old lightsaber out of his tuxedo. It has a faded silver jedi order logo on it. He then once again puts it away. "Turned it on. I was taught how to use a viroblade back on cathar. Lightsaber's the same basic concept really, just has edges on all sides instead of one or two. Anyways, I lured her in with the challenge of combat. Fought her a bit....Activated a pulse grenade between us when I started losing. It sent us flying. Unlike her, since I'm a cathar, I landed on my feet after getting sent into the air, and took the time that she was picking herself up to get back to my ship. Wasn't over yet of course." he shakes his head. "Never is. When I was just about to get into the cockpit of my ship....She began...whispering in my mind. Terrible screams, thousands of voices." A visible shudder goes through him, the fur raising on his body. "It hurt....I fell on the floor screaming. Only reason I got out is cause Madlad here...." He points at the terror of a droid. "He threatened to blow us all, himself included, to bits with a void-7 seismic charge if she didn't back off. She let us go. Bluff of the century in my book."

"Yes....Bluff." The droid states in hesitant agreement, causing Talohn to squint.

Zlova Rue | Yula Perl

 

[Alistair Key]

Tag: Mr. Antilles | John Locke
Wearing: xxx​

TOUCHY!

The woman he was with was certainly moody about something. He might have forgotten the fact she hated terms of endearment, but the phrases and names come out of his mouth as easy a curse words in the mouth of a fleeter. This was going to be an interesting evening if the man could not remember to treat the woman as though she was...

...not.

Of course she never forgot a face, but at this rate it was not about informing Alistair about the fact she never forgot a face. Her goal was plain and simple, to keep Alistair in his place. His wrist was wrenched, and had she twisted a little faster, and just but harder, the bone would have been broken.

"Ouch! SO that's how you want to play it..."

Alistair giggled as he stepped back. The former law enforcement officer grinned with a mischievous smirk on his face. Lifting a gloved hand to his face, the criminal removed the mask from his face to reveal the scar and blinded eye which was the constant reminder of why they were here looking for John Locke in the first place.

"You mean this mug? I think I already lost it."

The smirk did not leave his face as the man placed the mask back on. It was not often that took his mask off like that in public, but he was trying to make a point. Mr. Antillies could threaten him all she wanted, but Alistair had already faced the worst that life could throw at him. Some would have said his mind was broken, but in truth he simply no longer feared what anyone could do to him. He could take the pain and laugh, not because he enjoyed it, but simply because he had been desensitized to it.

Alistair was not broken... he was very much alive.

He would keep the distance, long enough to satisfy the woman. The unstable man did not truly care about boundaries or other things which society deemed proper. Most of it stopped when his eyes set on the man they were there to find.

John Locke was tossing a chip in the air. He looked as though he would rather be anywhere else. Perhaps that was going to change in a few moments. Alistair pointed him out. Today it would begin. This was a moment he had been waiting for a long time. Alistair would have his revenge, and it would be sweet. He had learned patience, and would be exceedingly so.

"There he is... show time... remember we want him to only think he is seeing me here, and all over the room. Let's try to make a cyborg think he is hallucinating..."

Alistair shrugged as he moved to disappear into the crowd...

"...however we can figure out how to do that."

 

[Lunara Azure]

Tag: OPEN | Bron Vaashe | Karlie Lynn Destat
Wearing: This

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“Thanks, it was hard to get them to act like a set of real wings,”

The elfin woman reached out with the force again, the wings shifting and spreading out for a moment, the feathers catching the slight breeze as they waved. A soft smile touched her lips as she nodded at the other woman before waving a hand at Bron.

“It’s nice to see that someone here appreciates the work that was put into making a costume and an aesthetic, not like some people here.”

Blue eyes flicked back towards Bron, amusement dancing in the blonde’s blue eyes as she twisted to stare at the white-haired Echani, that glass of wine rolling between her fingers as she lifted it to her lips.

“Can’t they be both?”

Lunara took a sip of her wine, using the opportunity to gather her thoughts before replying. Once finger ran along the rim of her glass making it sing, the sound filling the silence before she started talking.

“I used to believe in justice, that if we followed the rule of law then everything would fall into place, that everyone would be able to live in peace and without any worries. Then the universe disabused me of that notion in the way that it does. Fire and death, innocent blood in the street. Sometimes death and that killing are the only ways to get anything done. The only way to protect the innocent is to kill anyone who might threaten them.”

The glass settled on the bar with a soft clink as she pushed away from the bar, turning to face the man.

“I let him loose and I’d do it again and again if that’s what it took to kill those who would hurt the innocent. I’d encourage monsters and demons to kill and maim if that’s what it took. But to be trapped in your own skin?”

A crystal laugh filled the space around them as she shook her head.

“I know that all too well. To not have any control over your life, over your actions. To have everything dictated to you by others, what you wear, where you go, how you act, what you eat. To be living in a gilded cage, someone else’s life. I’ve felt those chains weigh me down, but…if that’s what it took I’d unleash him again and again to protect the innocent. Tonight though…tonight you’re safe.”

 

[Judah Lesan]

WEARING: xxx
TAG: Magena Dray

There was a time in Judah's life if anyone had told him he would be frequenting places like cantina's and casinos on a regular basis he would have scoffed. The Jedi had once disavowed the lifestyle which had defined his past. That was simply it, it was his past, and the man had no desire to ever return to it. The force had other plans however. After the passing of his wife, Judah had found himself frequenting a lot places which made him feel as though he were living in his past, as opposed to what he had wanted his life to become.​

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Ever since he had been pulled away by the one woman he had found himself never able to say no to, Magena Dray. One mission, one time helping her had changed everything. Why it had taken her so long to tell him they had a son together was beyond him, and yet predictable for her. Judah had found himself training one of her daughters, and while he and Magena had never seemed to take off, it was apparent that his son JJ and her daughter shared something of a bond.​

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Eyes scanned the casino bar. Judah rarely found himself in the Southern Systems these days, despite still owning a vineyard on Naboo. He wondered if the bar here was carrying any of the wine LeStar had to offer. It was a simple play on his and his late wife's names. Force how he missed her most days. The red haired Corellian lived life at mach 10 with her hair on fire, and Judah had loved every bit of it.​

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He sighed as his eyes fell on the one person he was there to see. The one person who should have told long ago he could have nothing to do with, and yet... here he was.​

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Judah approached the Zeltron with his usual swagger. He may have been close to 50 now, but he had certainly not lost any of his charm.​

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"Magena Dray... always selling something... always getting into trouble. The frell are you dragging me into this time?"​

 

[Yula Perl]

Yula flashed the red woman and the Cathar man a toothy smile. “Yula Perl.” Waving over the bartender, she gestured for Talohn’s glass to be refilled and for Zlova to receive a fresh drink.

“Good to meet you both, Zlova, Talohn.” The pair seemed acquainted with each other given the more profound turn of conversation, and it occurred to her that she had likely interrupted something. Instead of wandering off, she gave a thankful incline of her head to the droid for giving up his seat. Sipping on her own drink, she enjoyed the view while talk of Sith and slaughter swirled around her. There was a hint of something in the air, and whether it was danger or the heady mix of spice, Yula reveled in it. As a Zeltron, she was in her element. She snickered at Talon’s joke, shaking her head idly.

But the emotions of the two with her cut through the haze of hedonism. Anger broiled in the Cathar, synchronizing with a spiraling crack appearing along the side of his glass seemingly out of nowhere. And the Twi’lek woman, Yula found with her newfound clarity, had a passive miasma of the dark drifting around her.

A Sith? Curious.

Yula sipped her Rum and Coci slowly, as if drinking in the realization. It wasn’t particularly uncommon to run into Sith in places like these. If one frequented nightclubs as often as she did. She was ambivalent to the situation until the Cathar pulled out a lightsaber hilt while relaying his war story to Zlova, and she caught the logo of the Silver Jedi etched into the side. Her eyes sharpened in the low lights, and Yula inhaled slowly, exhaling into an easy smile.

“Sounds like a tough fight.” She clasped a friendly hand onto Talohn’s shoulder, giving him a brief squeeze. “I think the galaxy would be much better off if everyone just drank and danced to their heart’s content every now and then, right?”

Zlova Rue | Talohn Atar

 

[Talohn Atar]

(Really short thing here. I can't figure out how to contact you, and uh, I need to tell you. Yula Perl
His hand is not touching the glass. The crack appeared in the glass without him touching it.)

 

[Zlova Rue]

Mandalorian? So the costume wasn't entirely made-up. Just the tux over the top of it. Well, the man needn't worry -- not that he knew otherwise -- Zlova didn't hate Mandalorians. Why would she? In fact, why hate anyone because of some arbitrary criteria? 'My Master said... ' 'My parents said...' 'Everyone says...' Please. Give a woman some credit. She could find reasons to hate individuals or groups just fine, and they'd be good, personal reasons too. Ones that demanded a crusade that would leave her or them dead. And, so far, it was always them.

Not that she expected anyone to return the favor. 'She's a Sith Lord. Kill her!' Inevitably everyone made a bad life decision. Zlova had yet to find someone that'd never made a terrible mistake at least once. Though that didn't keep her from killing someone that tried to kill her. An ignorant mistake was no less deserving of death. Know your enemy before you threatened them.

The dark rims of her eyes narrowed over the golden rings of her eyes for a second or two as the Cathar described lightsaber combat as being roughly analogous to using a vibroblade. The man's story was still in progress, however, so the Twi'lek bit her tongue, and continued to listen.

Zlova's eyes shifted to the side at the end of the story with the droid's less... passionate affirmation regarding its prior intent. Talohn's body language suggested that hadn't been the expected response. Frankly, she agreed with the droid. If you faced certain death you might as well do so on your terms rather than those of your enemy.

Now, the Zeltron, on the other hand wanted everyone to get along. As though that were a surprise. She'd been to Zeltros once. Nice place. Anyone ever whine about Jedi being hopeless causes, however, had never been to Zeltros. You want to argue philosophy about conflict and strength? Wrong planet to even humor the idea.

"There'd certainly be a lot more moaning," Zlova responded to Yula's question.

After a quick toss of her drink back down the hatch, the Twi'lek's gaze returned to the feline among them. A smile crossed her lips for a moment. "I hope you've learned how to properly wield that saber. I'd hate for you to damage yourself being excessively and aimlessly vigorous on your own." Her eyes slid toward Yula. "Wouldn't you? Might make him an awkward dance partner. Perhaps in a way drink couldn't cause him to forget."

"So, what brings a Cathar and his droid partner to a party like this one? Interested in dancing with a pair of lovely ladies? Or do you have more war stories for us to swoon over?" Well, just Zlova, probably.

Tag: Talohn Atar | Yula Perl

 

[Mr. Antilles]

// Location: Luminous Sun’s New Casino [Bovo Yagen]​

// Tag: Alistair Key | John Locke ​

// Weapon: Hand Canon + Mouth​

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Alistair Key was lucky that Mr. Antilles couldn’t read minds. Had she known that he assumed she was simply “moody” rather than simply being one-hundred percent correct? She would have pulled the weapon from the holster on her hip, likely without aiming, and shot out his right kneecap. As it was, he giggled when she glared and grey eyes bore holes into his core. “This is how I want to play it. I’m the House, you imbecile, and that’s why I always win.” ​

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Who had ever trusted this man with the safety and security of civilians? ​

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When Alistair flashed the U-G-L-Y face he had left she took another drag of her cigarette and tapped her foot impatiently. He thought he was funny, that, or the crazy was really coming on strong. He thought he was as much of a train wreck as he could ever be, but she begged to differ. She was connected and inventive. She was sure she could manage. “I learned to paint with all the colors of the wind a long time ago. Don’t underestimate a girl and her color palette, Key.”​

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She was far from intimidated. Mr. Antilles was aware that he held no fear, however, there was always a healthy sense of self-preservation that cropped up when it was expected the least. Whether it was natural or revenge driven—People had a way of being…Surprising. Or just straight-up doing the wacky. ​

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Key pointed out the target. ​

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Confederate big wig? Seemed like a sad, easy mark. He looked forlorn. Like a lost pup. ​

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“He’s barely human, I hear. Hot—But it shouldn’t be that difficult…”, she drawled slowly. The prettily painted jack-of-all-trades pulled herself forward and the click of exceedingly high heels led her toward an overly expensive suit. Alistair always liked to do things the hard way. Tucked neatly within her brassiere was a data-manipulation unit. It wouldn’t touch his internals. Nothing that would set off alarm bells directly, but it would affect the incoming packets. Unashamed at breaching his personal space she reached over his arm and picked up the tumbler with the amber liquid. “Don’t mind if I do--.” ​

She paused, following his line of sight. ​

“--You don’t want to play to that game over there. That dealer is so crooked he could hide behind a corkscrew.” ​

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She turned and claimed the empty stool beside the cyborg. One leg crossed neatly over the other and she leaned forward with one elbow resting against the counter. The other hand had his drink and she took a careful sip. “Oh. You have expensive taste. Though I should have guessed from that get-up…” ​

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Mr. Antilles tilted her head a little bit as she settled. The manipulation would be slow. Careful. Seeding itself in the data-stream where he wouldn’t be able to halt the spread until it was too late. The connection was supposedly secure in the casino, but, the dark-haired woman had learned that very few things were ever truly secure. ​

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Some things were just harder to crack than others. ​

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“Forgive me for saying…But you look like chit, handsome. Why the long face?” ​

 

[Karlie Lynn Destat]

Location: Party central... carnival/dance
Wearing: Favorite costume
Tagging: Still open for a good time
Posts: 2

"Yea... a Coruscanti Ice Tea please..." Yea, she was glutting for some bad hangover.
Karlie of course had no idea of what entailed the concoction, only that she had liked it the one time she sampled it. But that was it, she had sampled it, once.
Now?
Well, now she were coming close to empty and had exited off the dance floor seeking another fuel up...her third.

"..thanks.." Karlie gave the barkeep her pearly whites, as he slid her drink over to her.
But apparently he said something in return by which she barely heard.

"Who?..." She replied, looking over to where the barkeep were pointing to.

"I...don't see-" She squinted her eyes, sipping more of the concoction of the various sweet alcohol.
"Oh my! Yes, I see him... and her too." She spotted the gentleman, then the girl whom she remembered speaking with before.

"Haha, no..." She turned back to the barkeep. "...no, I'm not with him, no." She replied, before sipping more of the drink.
It was apparent that the barkeep had thought that the girl in the angel costume may have made her move on Karlie's date, seeing the man were sporting a similar costume. Funny that she remembered seeing his face before but had not noticed the similar costume as the man had been behind the angel...then with wings spread and all...
"But that is one bad-ass looking costume for sure... like way."
Karlie smiled as it dawned on her (in a buzzed state of course) that the woman may have demonstrated her functioning wings in an effort to hide her boyfriend from her.


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