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

[Bron Vaashe]

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WEARING: xxx
TAG: Lunara Azure

A party, that meant more crowds. Bron was concerned about crowds. The looming question which was always in the back of his mind was whether or not the monster inside of him would take control and do great damage. There had been moments before when the Echani would come to and find himself surrounded by bloody corpses without any memory as to how anything had happened. He hoped that would not happen tonight.​

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It was with a sigh he pressed against the door which led inside the casino. His eyes scanned the rooms as he was welcomed by the loud thump of the bass and music which filtered over the building. The white noise of many conversations beat against his ears as the Echani came to the conclusion there was no one he knew within the vicinity of where he was.​

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Another sigh.​

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He moved too much, never took the time to get to know people. Perhaps he would meet someone here, or maybe he would run into one of the party from Dorvalla. Whichever occurred, Bron hoped he would not be spending the night alone. Who wanted to be the odd loner at a party? For all his oddities, Bron did like the company of other people. Even if he did hate crowds.​

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Deliberate steps carried him to the bar near some of the rooms which contained various games. Alcohol was not something the Echani often partook of, but tonight he would make an exception. Placing his palms on the bar top, Bron leaned in to get the barkeeps attention when he noticed a familiar face. A small smile curved his lips as he approached with his drink in hand.​

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"If Dorvalla was any indication... you are wearing the wrong costume. Wouldn't something with horns be more appropriate?"​

 

[Danielle Mueller]

Location: Luminous Sun’s Casino, Bovo Yagen.
Tagging: Deryn Kaaldos | Cassus Akovin | Palm-Imer | Calixte Diantha
Objective: Mix & Mingle.
Wearing: Click here.
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Danielle grinned broadly at the sight of Palm-Imer , hugely pleased to see that the woman only a year or two older than herself had come to join in on the fun, both of them having travelled from Illyria although Dee had come via public transportation where as she doubted her new friend would've needed to resort to such a method, what with the imaginary ship that Dee figured Palm probably had at her disposal.

It absolutely had nothing to do with the drink in her hands, and she totally wasn't a lightweight!

She didn't hesitate to take up the offer to tag along, approaching the table and looking to Deryn Kaaldos curiously, trying to follow what he was explaining about the game set out before them. Without truly understanding the rules or having a great deal of credits in her pocket, she plopped herself down upon one of the seats beside Palm and kept sipping at her drink through a colorful straw.

When Dani did pause to surface for air so to speak, she glanced back to her friend remembering that Palm had said something about seeing her on Bovo Yagen; "Oh yeah, I wanted to get away for a bit. The invite sounded like it'd be fun so...-Y'know" she smiled, glancing back to the male across from them, "My name's Dee by the way" she gave him a casual wave and returned her attention to the table, a slight frown creasing her brow as she went back to trying to work out exactly what sort of game she'd signed herself up for.

 

[Daiya]

Spoiler: ALSO

Location: Luminous Sun's Ever-Summer Casino, Bovo Yagen
Objective: Betting on cosplay brilliance
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

A casino on an unexploited world, it was just the sort of venture that the Corpos would be involved in. Upon arrival, Daiya had marveled at the massive scale of the complex, stretching across a series of waterways and drained marshes neighboring a quiet lagoon. The casino looked isolated, set down on the shores of the planet's singular ocean backed up against the retreating jungle, but if the likes of Luminous Sun had her way it wouldn't remain isolated for long. No matter the extent of the DireX's soft spot for Darkwire, it surely didn't apply to the ideals of the shadowrunners. Wherever the Entertainment Mogul invested, more industries were sure to move in to take advantage of Sun's customers in other ways.

That is, unless she got to them first.

Orange and black seemed to be the trigger, though why was anyone's question. A masquerade party at the casino seemed to be an ideal time to check it out, however, and the girl had her heart set on a horned visage of a Zabrak style. It even had a kind of scalp cap that Tawrro had to painstakingly thread her hair through. She wasn't one to shave her head —even partially!— for a costume. If the black lines of her made up tattoos and orange sithliner weren't enough, the girl's dark jacket had been thrown over a vibrant orange scuba dress just to sell the idea. If the casino wanted to take advantage of an orange and black-clad customer, Daiya was going to give them the ideal target in a sympathetic package.

At best, the casino was going to have to deal with a little girl crying her eyes out at the results of their scam. At worst, Daiya could just co-opt the costume and party on the dance floor until the costume contest was judged.

Sliding into a chair at the pazaak table, Daiya noticed it was already pretty crowded, with a few more players joining in. One of the players looked like he was also trying for the costume contest, wearing what looked like an approximation of a giant insect smashed onto a person's form. She giggled at the sight of it, but didn't glance again until she saw it flicker and reveal the boy underneath. "Cassus?!"

What was he doing here?

The rest of the table wasn't really wearing costumes, just elaborate party dresses or streetwear. That didn't make the girl feel self-conscious, though, until she eyed the other Zabrak at the table. He barely noticed her, but the young shadowrunner couldn't help but feel examined and outed for her costume attempt. She hadn't meant to culturally appropriate anyone, honest! It was just some fun for a themed party.

Trying to distract him, and herself, from any errors obvious to a native of the species, Daiya told Cassus, "I'm so going to beat you for best costume. Betcha my next round's winnings!"

She grinned coyly at him, panning around the table to take in the other newcomers. "Am I right? Him or me, which one is better?"

 

[Meili Feng]

B. Y. O. O.​

Location: Casino Roof | Bovo Yagen
Wearing: This
Wielding: This
Tag: Abel Denko | Fauvel Astier

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There was something about a duel, the contest between two people, unconstrained by any other factors. A pure match of skill, of ability. This wasn’t a battlefield where a thousand small things might interfere with a fight, shots from other soldiers, objectives that had to be completed. A battlefield was really no place for a duel, was the worst possible location for that kind of fight.

A rooftop in the rain on the other hand, that made much more sense, it was almost poetic. The woman could hear the sound of voices from the main room, muffled and quiet, unaware of the story playing out above their heads. The sound of the voices took her back, for a moment Meili was somewhere else, taken back to her first tournament. She could still smell the sand, the chalk in the air, could see her father’s face, impassive apart from that twinkle in his eye. The crowd had been ever present, their murmurs fading into the background, no louder than the current murmur that surrounded her now.

She’d won that fight, made her name and established that she was a true member of her family, had gained honour. Honour that this man had tarnished.

The half-Zanshi knew in her heart of hearts that it wasn’t her fault and that no-one blamed her for it, she hadn’t even been in command. It didn’t matter. She blamed herself.

They had been her people, had been her team and she’d failed them. Mei hated to fail.

Ever since that first fight, she’d hated it.

He’d been better than her, her opponent back then, faster, stronger, more skilled. There was no way she should have won that fight. Every kick she’d thrown had been blocked, every punch evaded with ease, while she struggled to stay ahead of him. So she’d played for time. Tried to stretch it out for as long as possible. She knew that eventually he’d catch her, that her opponent would be too fast, too skilled and knock her down. She had just hoped she could do enough to please her father when he did. Only…she’d gotten lucky. Somehow she’d managed to stay ahead of him just long enough for him to start to slip, a punch missed, a hiss of frustration and she knew she had him. She’d lasted long enough for the Red-eye to stary to take him, for him to lose control for long enough to be knocked out of the ring.

She’d been determined to never be slower, less skilled again. She knew her opponent now wouldn’t have the same problem, but she was far from the little girl who’d stood in the arena for the first time.

She could almost smell it when the man’s lightshield flickered to life, chopping at her arm with a familiar snap-hiss. There wasn’t time for thought, instinct kicking in as she dropped into a low crouch, feeling the breeze as his arm passed over her head. Mei pressed one hand to the floor, shifting her weight so she could sweep her leg at Able’s, sword blade coming up into a defensive guard. He’d been trained enough to avoid her first attack, but as she stepped up the pressure a crack would show, some weakness she could exploit. Like that first time, all she had to do was hold out till then.

Just hold on.

 

[Darth Argentum]

Objective: And The Winner Is...
Cassus Akovin Deryn Kaaldos Daiya

Yes, something strange was going on at the Paazak tables. Argentum decided that the best way to understand was to play. He knew the rules; it was, after all, just probabilities. The Muuns calculated those with an efficiency most humans couldn't hope to achieve even as children.

Was the game rigged? He thought so. But all the better to catch them so he could leverage it as a way into the racket. A little fear, a little blackmail. The oldest ticket in town. Besides, if the casino bosses didn't like it...well...he had ways of dealing with that too.

He slid into the final seat on the far end. The table was an odd group, now made even more so by the presence of the tall and slender alien. A pair of rough-looking sorts, likely hired guns and a teenage human female sat with him. The unlikely gambler gave them a thin smile.

"I'm in," he told the dealer as he pushed a credit chit across the table and received a stack of chips in exchange.

"Things seem rather festive this evening," he said to the table at large with a smile that didn't reach his eyes....

 

[Cassus Akovin]

Spoiler

Uploading Surveillance Program...

"I've tangled with them before. They certainly put up more resistance than Jedi." Cassus let the statement hang open in reply to his Guild mate. He was certain Deryn Kaaldos was plenty experienced for a Bounty Hunter, but the boy had been through hell and back (metaphorically speaking) when it came to his journey as a Bounty Hunter. Not only had he tangled with the Knights Obsidian, he did so on their capital... in the middle of government meeting with all their heads of state, with half a dozen other bounty hunters and got squashed. He was lucky to have been able to get out on bail given his child status, and first opportunity he had he jumped bail to Denon.

While he left that part out, he also neglected to mention that since that time, the boy had manage to capture the Grand Master of the Silver Jedi Order and delivered her to the Sith Empire with a much smaller team of Bounty Hunters. Using padawans for leverage was a weakness he didn't imagine the Knights Obsidian had, nor that they were as honorable to their word, but perhaps that was only his personal prejudice.

Then a woman that appeared to be wearing a chandelier and her friends approached their table, and asked to be taught to play. The boy observed as he had been, and smirked as it was revealed that misfortune had apparently not necessarily been haunting his compatriot... just that he was a bad player. The reflex of his mouth seemed to come unannounced, and quickly he suppressed it... not that anyone could see through the holodisguise. Quickly, he noted that the other players name was Dee.

As luck would have it, once more the child Shadowrunner managed to find her path crossing with his. Clearly a misfortune of running in the same circles bringing them constantly again and again at odds, whether or not they were working together. Fortunately, this time they could comfortably be at odds without having to suppress any urges in order to work with one another.

"Hmm, at least I didn't appropriate someone's species for a contest, Daiya ." The boy shot back at her remark, feeling a bit smug she had so easily handed him ammunition to use. "I'll take that bet, I think I've got a spark of originality on my side." Once again, a smirk came unbidden beneath the disguise, just as a momentary glitch occurred. Not great timing. He found himself thinking, and quickly he tried to banish such superfluous processing.

At this point a Muun appeared to take the seat, and the scene was starting to look a bit crowded. He had considered joining in, but with five to a table he'd probably just have to wait. That's fine, I can bother Daiya. Now his smile was faded. He did not like thinking about a person like Daiya so casually. What was wrong with him?

"Normally I'd agree with you stranger," Cassus began to say to the Muun, "But I'm stuck with this guy. Deryn, forget what I said earlier, keep spending your money, if she wins big I'm collecting it later to make up for your chronic losing." The Bounty Hunter clapped the other on the shoulder as the game began...

Darth Argentum Danielle Mueller Palm-Imer Calixte Diantha

 

[Abel Denko]

B Y O O​

Tag: Meili Feng

The Rain spoke to Him.

To stand upon the Apex of a building, adjacent to a skyline reminded the Lord of Home. Home was not the gilded halls erected by his grandfather, but rather the musty apartment on Nar Shaddaa. The cramped, sordid place that the Denko family survived within. It reminded him of those better days before becoming an Enforcer. Days where, though they struggled against poverty, they found happiness in one another. His parents, especially his father, always found ways to take their minds away from their circumstances. He'd tell his children bold stories of his days as a Jedi, or even of their Morjean heritage.

He'd paint worlds with the words of his mouth. Speaking of the oceans the first Denko swam. Of how the seas were their Kingdom.

Perhaps that was why, despite the fact that his life was on the line, Abel was completely calm. Maybe it was the trappings of Light within him. Maybe it was the Kral'jica blood. Yet the rain settled his nerves and inspired him to walk the line between thought and instinct. The battles of old cultivated immediate responses, whilst his mind planned ahead on the chessboard. In the moment, his arm swung in tandem with his Lightshield's activation. Yet, his adversary dipped low, avoiding his swing with ease. She adjusted on the ground, shifting weight and he responded - withdrawing his arm to cover his middle.

She swept, he raised the targeted foot and let her limb swing past.

He stomped. Yet when his boot collided with the rooftop, it was aided by his strength. The Force bellowed from his limp, sending a hefty push forwards. It was more than enough to, briefly, turn the ground beneath his foot bone dry - for all the pooled water had been hurled forward. The shove was enough to send a man stumbling back a few paces, he hoped it was enough to create some valuable breathing room.

Yet this was but the first piece. He would be the Victor. And with it, he would be Justice.​

 

[Calixte Diantha]

Objective: A little bit of everything, it seems
Wearing: [xXx]
Tags: | Palm-Imer | Danielle Mueller | Deryn Kaaldos | Cassus Akovin | Open |

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Well, that certainly hadn't taken long, now had it? One moment Calixte was surveying the room, the next she had garnered conversation and an invitation to a table. The redhead had shifted when the presence of her drink was announced and her fingers curled about the glass so that she could collect it easily enough. There had been a question hanging in the air, but Cali took the time to take a sample from her drink before she answered it. "It looks busy," she answered about the table games and such looking fun. "And busy is never boring." that brought a smirk to her lips, which were then pressed against the rim of her glass again so that she could get a more proper taste of the burning liquid held within it.

Cali had grown quiet from there; clearly there were acquaintanced littered about, and the last thing she wanted was to intrude upon old friends - or new friends, for that matter. Admittedly it was a disheartening that she found no one she recognized meandering about, but to be fair she had been out of public view and away from formal matters for quite a long time...a very long time. So, perhaps intruding and making her own new friends was ideal.

Thus, the invitation to the pazaak table was accepted. Calixte's frame shifted away from the bar and she followed along behind the dark haired woman who had done the inviting. When the table was reached, Cali had at first observed. Her brow creased and she made a soft, thoughtful noise as she studied the set up. She had also watched as the game was first explained by one of the remaining seated men...and then re-explained by the dealer properly. The redhead laughed softly and took up an empty seat. "Looks like there's plenty for all of us to learn, hm?" she quipped playfully, adjusting in her seat until she was comfortable, with one leg crossed at the knee over the other.

There were more exchanges between faces that Cali herself did not know or recognize. It honestly made things just a tad uncomfortable considering she had no one in her own corner, but it didn't deter her any. She had never been the sort to back away from a challenge of any calibur, and she wasn't about to start now. "Alright, I'm in." she sighed out to the dealer. "Lets see how good of a teacher our dealer truly is." She had credits to burn, so why not do so sitting here, learning new things, and possibly making new friends, hm?

 

[Yula Perl]

Tags | Zlova Rue | Talohn Atar | Open

From her perch at the bar, Yula took in the sight of a crimson-colored Twi’lek as she danced with a Zeltron’s confidence. Glancing over toward the other patrons at the bar—or as much of them as she could see in the mood lighting—it appeared that the performance had enraptured them as well.

When the Twi’lek had her fill and disembarked into the crowd, Yula turned back to her drink for a short moment. As she turned back, glass in hand, her gaze found the red woman again, hand grasping a large man’s jaw from behind. Ooh. She’s a dangerous one. The Zeltron couldn’t help but smirk against the rim of her glass.

“Wh-“ Tilting to the side just as a grey-furred feline humanoid hopped over the counter, she vaguely wondered what that was about. Still, she followed the man’s bright orange gaze to—you guessed it—the crimson Twi’lek. Shimmying from the stool, Yula approached the woman with a sly smile.

“Nice moves. Can I buy you a drink?”

Something in the Force ebbed and flowed, causing the Zeltron to glance behind her for a moment.

“And one for your friend, as well.”

 

[Taji Nelson]

Wearing a formal business suit that he had purchased, Taji was planning on messing with Corpos in order to make sure they suffered. Revealing his identity as Archer hadn't been the nicest thing in the world. It was a good thing he had planned just how he was going to mess with the organization known as "Corpos". Anyone in Orange and Black was having their systems hacked into that controlled the flow of whether they won or lost. In turn, he was skimming a bit from the house for himself that he could use in order to fulfill his long term goals. He was also messing with Corpos in order to do the exact same action that he was doing to those in orange and black. Namely, he was skimming their wins, and upping their losses so he could make more money in order to funnel it into the Thieves Guild for himself.

He knew that winning was not going to be an easy task. In the long run he needed to become someone else than Archer. After all the identity was lost because his brother Ezra had to step in. Best for him to leave Denon to his brother until he was strong enough to hold his own. He needed a weapon he could use as well as a new mantle for himself. As he approached the area where the Zeltron was, he used an invention of his own, namely The Crow in order to hack into the machines nearest her. Should there be one, it would spit out a massive chunk of credits for her. He didn't make it obvious he was doing so, however. Messing with Corpos was fun. Hopefully they wouldn't catch on until he was out of here!

 

[Kittani Eris]

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Kit hadn't expected to find herself travelling to a world she had hardly even heard of before, let alone wondering the extravagent corridors of its casino, but here she was anyway. Many games called to her though many of them simply reminded her of the casinos back home. Filthy Hutts had always wanted the people to waste cred after cred after cred making the big slugs richer. Regardless, she wondered if things were any different here. With a shrug, she turns to find a different source of entertainment, pulling the half-mask from her face, the small pieces of cybernetics which reside beneath her eyes glowing faintly as the mask hangs loosely around her neck. ​

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Stepping into the bar, the hollering from a table a fair distance away from the entrance seemed far too enticing. It wasn't a barfight, the place was far too calm. Not enough bottles being thrown, or.. anything being thrown for that matter. Disappointed, she wasn't about to start a fight herself. While it would probably be fun for her, it may not be so much for the others trying to enjoy themselves. Besides, she could always start a fight elsewhere.. there were plenty of places for that. This just wasn't one of them.​

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Stepping up to the table where all of the drinking was occuring, her brow raised curiously as the corners of her lips curled to a grin. Now this was her kind of entertainment.​

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"Room for one more?"​

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Tags: Ruby Jaxx , OPEN!​

 

[Palm-Imer]

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

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The table seemed to have attracted quite a few people, but this only meant there would be more fun to be had. Palm had heard the softly murmured rumor in the crowd about the games being rigged. If so, there was no better way to find out than sitting at one of the very tables. Her golden gaze fell an Danielle for a moment, before offering a nod to the rest of the people. "I am Palm, pleased to meet you." So far, she knew the girl was named Daiya and the younger man Cassus. The rest had not offered up their identity yet.

She couldn't help but chuckle a bit when the dealer interrupted the player to explain the game appropriately, following his words with attention and comitting them to memory. "Looks like it'll be a first time for most of us then," Her voice was friendly and relaxed, her laid back personality on full display even if her eyes were attentive and observant. They then moved towards the younger two, around Dee's age by the looks of it, and a smile stretched the corners of her lips.

"Well, both of your costumes are great but you do make for a very convincing Zabrak," Her point went to Daiya, although Cassus' choice of outfit was a very close second. Then the dealer called their attention as they finally got ready to begin the next game. It had been a lot of information to take in, so Palm would make sure to go easy on this first round. Perhaps beginner's luck would smile down on her.

As the cards were dealt, she took a sip of her whiskey and waited patiently until all the players had received their hand. All along, the amber gaze of the Obsidian Knight had rested on the man handing out the cards, eyes alert for crooked dealing. There was a faint disturbance in the Force, whether this was the source of it or not remained to be seen.

"Good luck, everyone."

 

[Zlova Rue]

The Twi'lek stood still as the man literally leaped out of his seat. Well that was a far rarer sequence of events. She'd startled plenty of people. Seduced others. Couldn't say she recalled how long it'd been-- Oh, wait, there was that one time. Though in her case she knew a Sith was coming, and not to talk Doom and Gloom. Jumping over the counter hadn't helped her, doubt it would help this one; but then she also didn't know how to move that fast. Would be a pain... if she were here to kill him.

Acquainted, the droid turned to face the 'assailant' likely assuming her position given something had to scare the feline senseless. Its raised fists warranted the briefest glance and the slightest downward curve of a lone brow. It was not her fault the vast majority of droids were far from even remotely a threat to a seasoned Master of the Force such as herself. So to see one suggest it was about to engage in a bout of fisticuffs was confounding at best, and program terminating at worst.

Golden rings shifted to Talohn as he poked his head up, and soon joined them on the right side of the counter again. Then to the alluring woman that strode up. What a delightful gathering. "It's not polite to turn down a drink from a beautiful woman." Zlova gestured toward the counter.

Her attention snapped back to the feline soon enough. "Rue." A small smile crossed her lips. "Zlova Rue." There were many reasons a person could gnash their teeth and ask themselves why they had bothered to get out of bed that morning. The red Twi'lek liked to make sure people had a name to go with one of the largest... but only if they earned such a ghastly fate. Others would merely ponder at the moniker and remain more captivated by her charms.

She strode toward the counter to join the pair, likely with another lovely woman in their small group.

"Seems that Amalgam left quite an impression on you, Talohn. Just like a Lord. Some people mistake the title for one of pomp nobility, but among the Sith it means something quite... particular. What do you think?" A little conversation piece to get them chatting. Might not be his favorite topic, but it was one of note. More than some random person off the street whose most interesting encounter was the time they got ripped off by a market vendor.

Tag: Talohn Atar | Yula Perl | Open

 

[Lunara Azure]

Location: Casino | Bovo Yagen
Tag: OPEN | Bron Vaashe
Wearing: This

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A single finger crooked, catching the attention of the bartender crystal blue eyes pinning him with a cold gaze.

“I’ll have a glass of that white wine right there, the 800 vintage, on his tab.”

The wave of a hand indicated the man who had approached as the blonde turned to face him, that cold smile still curling up the corner of her lips, even if it didn’t quite reach her eyes. Bronn seemed no worse for wear after his ‘ordeal’ although he seemed to still be bearing a little bit of a grudge about it.

“Are you saying I don’t look angelic? That our action on Dorvalla weren’t for the greater good?”

An amused light danced in the woman’s blue eyes as she took a half-step closer, leaning close to the Echani almost conspiratorially. One delicate finger reached up to tap against his chest, her voice a soft whisper.

“Are you saying you’d prefer we left them to the slavers? My, how evil of you, are you sure you’re not the one who should be wearing those horns? Mr devil-man wanting to let all those people die. Besides, I didn’t hear you complaining too loudly at the time, in fact you almost looked like you were enjoying yourself.”

Lunara reached for her glass, taking a sip of the wine as her eyes fell to stare at the patterns of light reflected through the glass. A rainbow sheen dancing across the surface of her wine as she looked up at Bron, resting her hip against the side of the bar one eyebrow arching.

“Or are you saying you don’t like my costume.”

 

[Meili Feng]

B. Y. O. O.​

Location: Casino Roof | Bovo Yagen
Wearing: This
Wielding: This
Tag: Abel Denko

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A fight was like a dance, the two combatants shifting around one another, hands and legs shifting around one another in rapid motion. You reached a point where you body was just reacting on instinct, the effects of years of training taking over as blade and body moved faster and faster. Blurred motions that even a trained eye could barely keep up with, your body reacting to the shift of muscles in someone’s shoulder or leg announcing their intention before anyone had ever moved. There was no way to think about it, you just had to trust in experience and training to react, let your mind flow along with the fight just providing a sense of direction.

Meili could remember training with her father, watching his attack blur in faster than her eye could see. She would barely have time to start reacting, to move her hand away from her guard, before feeling the impact of his attack time and again. No matter how much she’d tried she’d never been able to even come close to the smoothness of his block, the way he seemed to predict her actions without even trying. It had frustrated the young girl no end when they’d been training, while she’d been sparring with him.

Every punch, every kick she’d tried had been blocked, no matter how tricky she’d tried to be. The young girl had grown increasingly frustrated, her attacks and reactions getting more and more sloppy until in her frustration she’d forgotten to focus on blocking his attacks. The surprise on her face when her hand had flashed up to sweep aside his punch, leaving him open to a counter-attack had apparently been something to see. She’d learned to trust herself to react that day, a lesson that had helped her multiple times in the past.

That would help her now.

The petite woman could see the muscles moving in the man’s leg, letting one leg rest on the ground bracing herself before she flicked herself up into the air just as the man’s foot smashed into the ground. Mei could see the effect rocking through the air, the raindrops around them being blown backwards for a moment, the air around them empty for that heartbeat as she span in the air. Time seemed to hang for a moment, caught in that space between breaths before it all seemed to collapse. The rain came crashing back as Mei’s feet touched the ground, the blade in her hand cutting up across her body at her opponent, the silver blade cutting through the raindrops, leaving a trail in the air as she struck.

Don’t think, just react.

 

[Deryn Kaaldos]

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"You do realize that you're more likely to just get passed off as a normal disfigured looking Zabrak than being acknowledged as a viable costume, right?" Deryn said to Daiya as the dealer passed around the special cards. For some reason, the house forbid using personal cards and passed around their own, likely to prevent any tricks. Pazaak wasn't a game the casino could actually affect to make the House win, as it was a game geared between competitors. House Edge couldn't affect this game beside the cash on creds to play. Deryn had bet 50 Galactic Imperial Credits on the game, the usual amount. And to Cassus Akovin "Get pegged by your Deformed Zabrak Playmate, kid." Deryn said as he took a look at his cards.

His cards were pretty good, overall. He wasn't quite keen on the minus one, but they were passable. The dealer finished giving out the cards and so Deryn took the first draw. He drew out a five card, giving him a total of five, and so he waited for the rest of the group to make their draws. As he did so, he discreetly sent out a length of his musclecord, slinking under the table. "I'm feeling lucky about this round..." He remarked, trying to keep the unsuspecting of the length of his own muscle stretching out from under his coat - out of their line of sight already but better safe than sorry - to finagle his way to a win.

"The name is, uh, Kaaldos, by the way." He said, introducing himself to the fine ladies and.... Munn. He wasn't quite sure how a five player game of Pazaak would go but it wasn't like he had a concrete understanding of the game. Well, not anymore. "And as you can see, I'm the most likely to win the costume party, if entirely by accident." He jested at his own armor. It was Life-Supporting, according to the records. He was a former soldier, discharged due to injuries. Former Sith Soldier, to be direct, but that was overlooked due to his connections to Darkwire. He couldn't take it off, so he was allowed in with it, though he had to take off his the Flamethrower attachment.

Cassus Akovin || Daiya || Palm-Imer || Danielle Mueller || Calixte Diantha

Spoiler: Wearing

Not like he can wear anything else

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[Mr. Antilles]

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

// Tag: Alistair Key | John Locke ​

// Weapon: Hand Canon + Mouth​

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A sweet-scented cigarra sat at an angle between full cherry lips while skeptical eyes surveyed the area. The invite that she had received to this “event” hadn’t actually come with her name on it. The flyer had been lifted off a stiff at the last job. At first, Mr. Antilles dismissed it. If she was going to hit up some part of the verse for a wild, knockdown rave, that was full of rich suckers that wanted to lose their credits—It generally wasn’t here. That was Coruscant. Everyone that landed on that cesspool of bureaucracy and shame immediately quartered their own half-life. ​

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She passed the dance floor and took a slow drag of her current poison of choice. There was a whole other world going on behind liminal red ropes. It was a silly threshold that guarded the quotidian walkway from the sonic and chemical joys, transgressions, that would always be found where dry ice and wall-to-wall bodies hid small interactions. Somehow, someway, the sound and light didn’t overflow from its designated space. It was no less boisterous, but, no one was losing an eye yet.​

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Yet. It was a party, afterall.​

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She tilted her head to look at Alistair Key for a moment and blew the smoke in his face in a perfect circle. He was too moody by half, talk about a wet blanket, but he tended to have a solid line on spice and jobs. It was mostly legitimate work. Sometimes. Okay, that one time. Either way she felt like the Casino had some level of value. New faces, fresh from the South. Some north-bound techeads too. She was willing to bet that there were also more than a few ankle-biting pocket pickers running around.​

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“I never forget a face, sugar.”​

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Sugar. She hated it when idiots threw endearments into their dialogue for no reason. She had spent an inordinate amount of time in her life trying to get others to take her seriously. She had gone so far as to mystify her gender to ensure that when she signed up for a job, she was given equal opportunity. Equal pay. Equal, respect. ​

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It was a strange balance to wear the face of one who could never be read, never understood, and convince them that her observations and actions were sound. The number of times someone had tried to dismiss her with “Hon”, “Sweetie”, or “Dear” would be directly indicative of how many extra bodies she’d disposed of at no cost. Societal bias, could sod off. Mr. Antilles was lost in a rather vitriolic storm cloud of personal grievances, some, that were likely made larger in her head—But when a hand reached toward her head, she snatched the wrist of one unfortunate Alistair Key.​

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“If you touch me and mine, sugar, you’ll lose a lot more than your creepy mug.”​

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She shoved the prankster away and forced down the urge to put a bullet between his eyes. Instead, she squared her shoulders and cocked her hip to one side where a rather blatant holster was firmly attached to her thigh. “Between you and me?”​

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“Six mother-karkin’ feet. Six feet, and don’t you forget it.”​

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Before this night was through—She would thoroughly be investigating the bar. Likely, on this jokers dime. For fracks sake. ​

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[Talohn Atar]

Talohn sighs, taking up his drink to down the rest of it. "Sure, I'll take a refill. Thank you kindly." He nods respectfully to Yula. The droid stands up from it's seat at the bar, leaving it open for either of the few women to take. Though it seems wary, keeping an eye on them. Talohn felt his stomach sink at the sight of the Zeltron. Sure, they were pretty, but he can smell the pheromones those sort give off. Not to mention Zeltron seduction has lost him more than a few credits. The cathar allows himself a deep sigh. "Sorry for that reaction. I uh...I'm not a fan of when people reach into my mind like that. I can feel it, you know? Feel your presence as well." He states, gesturing to Zlova.

Then his eyes turn to Yula. "Thanks for the drink...wait." He chuckles nervously. "Already said that. Uh, anyways, name's Talohn Atar if you didn't hear. Mercenary by trade. These days though, I'm working with the-" He stops, taking in a sharp breath when Zlova brings up the Amalgam. He drums his fingers on the counter, pondering how to put it into word. Menahwile, the droid mutters, "Oh no...here we go...". Talohn, after a moment of silence, finally speaks up. "I believe, sith lords are called sith lords because of their power. They say that's all that matters in the sith world. Personally, though I'm no expert, I think otherwise. The sith have a treacherous political landscape, and you need more than just power to end up at the rank of lord. You need the brains to use it, apply it in the right places, all that sort of stuff. In my opinion, a sith, to survive in that world, needs to be...pragmatic. There in comes the issue with the Amalgam...That person...no." He shakes his head. "That thing. That is no sith lord. A sith lord implies that the person wielding that force behind the title is sentient, conscious. I have trouble believing the Amalgam is such. A sith kills, sure, but what I witnessed on that planet..." He shakes his head. "That slaughter was senseless, meaningless. Had no moral, logical, or tactical value. It was just killing, and killing, and killing." He hasn't noticed it yet, as he speaks while staring off into open space, but there's a crack slowly travelling up his wine glass, and his hand isn't touching it. "Sith kill, but they do so with reason, and a good sith has reservation about doing so. After all, can't dominate what's dead. I don't like most sith, but I can commend them for being pragmatic and at least knowing when and when not to kill. The Amalgam is just a bunch of dark spirits crammed into one body, all screeching for slaughter." He shakes his head, orange eyes slowly drifting to his glass. A low hiss leaves his lips. "Oops."

Yula Perl | Zlova Rue | Open

 

[Darth Argentum]

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

The Muun pretended to study his cards. Not a particularly good hand. But it was really everyone else he was observing. Another Force sensitive had taken her seat. He'd taken pains to minimize his presence in that sense.

Of course, the cybernetic man who called himself Kaaldos was up to something. Argentum couldn't tell what exactly. But he was being very deliberately nonchalant. Perhaps a loaded sleeve.

He could not do much due to hiding his identity. To reach out with the Force was to draw unwanted attention. So he watched.

Perhaps this Kaaldos was in the racket...

"They say paazak is as much about reading your opponents as it is your cards."

He gave another grin that didn't hold any warmth or mirth. Something like a shark grinning were they able. He cut his cold eyes to the hired gun.

"Isn't that right, Mr. Kaaldos?"

 

[Ruby Jaxx]

Tag: Kittani Eris
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"Eyyyyyyyyy," Ruby said as a plate of hot wings was placed before her. Someone, from behind, tied a little plastic bib around her neck to probably protect her clothing... like there weren't already food stains on her shirt. She dug in, savoring the flavor and the heat. It was nice to eat something hot, something freshly made, something she didn't have to pay for.

"So, what's the hold up on the drinks?" she called to anyone, eyes searching.

"Waitin' for a few more to join," said the same man that had signed her up. "It's a contest."

Contest? Ruby mouthed the words with a chicken bone sticking out of her mouth. Oh, right. That's why all the people had been chanting before. Her eyes shifted slightly as another woman had a seat at the table. She gave her a bit of a nod, wondering if she knew just what she was signing up for. But soon, the opposing side was taking their seats across from them.

"Hey," Ruby whispered to the gal next to her (Kittani). "Can you handle your booze?"

Meanwhile, the guys across from them were already smirking, thinking: this is gonna be too easy.