Dominion The Masquerade | EE Dominion of Empty Hex

[Eleena Salwa]

Location: Ballroom, Castle
Attire: XxX │ XxxX │ xX
Direct Interaction: Trinity Harris

Eleena felt herself growing closer to Trinity with each word that left her lips, which quickly manifested in a physical sense as the Twi’lek finished off her drink, leaning in close to the slender-framed scientist as if the woman’s deep brown eyes were generating a magnetic force. The shorter Twi’lek didn’t even reach the scientist’s shoulders, but the height difference presented no obstruction as she was drawn into her gaze, hanging on every word as her pale features continued to explode with pink blush. Heedless of the waiter taking their empty glasses, Eleena gave a soft giggle before moving in ever closer, the scent of alcohol mingling with that perfume in the process.

“You’ll just have to tell them that some little wormhead swoop thief robbed you on the way.” Eleena purred, playfully batting her lashes as she did. “...And she didn’t want to give them back~”

Now with her hands free, they found purchase around the taller woman’s waist as the conversation shifted back towards their common interest. Eleena listened with all the intent of a student, hanging onto every word that left the professor's lips with unflinching concentration.

“I was trained up on the 74-Z, before moving to jet swoops.” The Twi’lek answered. “Buuuut, I’m not very familiar with many classics, unfortunately.” Eleena frowned. “I can imagine the issues that might have caused, but a lot of the older designs don’t have any dynamic deflectors or friction shields. Without those, there’s really only so fast you can go.” She finished.

“But camping? We’ll have to make plans. I burned most of my leave on a vacation to Denon, but I might be able to wrangle something.” She contemplated softly.

 

[Trinity Harris]

Spoiler: Equipment and links

Ship: Luminary class light explorer exchanging crew space for biolabs

Spoiler: wearing

Interacting with: Eleena Salwa

Trinity was enjoying the company of this woman, the fact that she was both flirtatious and in to similar things made her smile like a young girl, and she just didn't seem to care who was watching them. "I have a few classic bikes I should show you, they aren't as fast but you really feel like you are doing all the work instead of some flight computer"

As Eleena put her arms round her waist, Trinity felt her heart skip a beat and felt her body responding in kind. They began to dance together "Did you just refer to yourself as a worm...? never mind," she took one of her hands and gently ran the back of her fingernails across Eleena's white lekku. "your lekku are so beautiful, and your colouration is stunning"

Trinity put her other arm around the hourglass waist of the twi'lek, but with the height difference it was more of her lower back. There was literally no way she could hold her dance partner like this without her hand venturing inside the dress, at least Trin hoped that excuse would hold.

She continued stroking her Lekku with her nails as Eleena spoke.

“But camping? We’ll have to make plans. I burned most of my leave on a vacation to Denon, but I might be able to wrangle something.” She contemplated softly.

Her heart briefly sank, either Eleena was letting her down gently that this evening was a one night deal and there was no interest in further relationship, or was just letting her in on the realities of a future with someone in the military. "I suppose an Imperial scientist on expedition in hostile territory could request a military escort?" she grinned naughtily, "but I bet I wouldn't get to pick you specifically"

She was getting way too in to this girl who may have just signalled that there was no future. But either way she was going to enjoy this evening and she wanted her wholly. "What ever happens in the future, right now you are all mine" this might not have made sense to the twi'lek as she wasn't party to her inner thoughts, but she wouldn't get a chance to respond just yet as Trinity squeezed her back with her hand and pulled her in close, attempting to kiss her.

 

[Ivixa Nera'kas]

Location: Ballroom, Castle
Attire: XxX │ XxxX │ xX
Direct Interaction: Tovald Kahmen’’a

The massive, crinoline-style dress had initially made moving awkward for the tiny Asa’nyx, not being as intuitive as her armor or any other casual outfit. Nevertheless, Ivixa had gradually gotten used to it, though she initially hesitated at being asked to sit by the silver-masked man. Slightly lifting her skirts, she lowered herself into the chair at an angle, her legs swept to one side as she did. Then, with a breath of relief, she gave the man a soft, cordial smile.

“Thank you, but I have to decline.” Ivixa said. “I need to be alert early tomorrow.” She added, the statement sitting partway between a lie and a truth.

“I’m Ivixa, by the way. Ivixa Nera’kas.” The Agent began, extending her hand out in greeting as she did. “W-what kind of cat is that, if you don’t mind me asking?” Ivixa continued, her eyes twinkling with curiosity as she took in the strange, white-furred creature’s many short legs. If anything, the cute, fuzzy-looking feline was a welcome distraction from her work and the aches still lingering in her body.

“Do you mind if I pet it?”

 

[Eina L'lerim-Vandiir]

Eina L’lerim-Vandiir, the First
Princess of the Eternal Empire and Terraris; Angelic mascot and representative of the Ashlan Crusade
Matriarch of the Valkyrja; Leader of Sanctuary; Liaison of the Fjölkyngi Smiðr Guild​

Location: Gardens, Castle
Objective III.: Try to avoid the too awkward situations.
Equipment: Elegant attire | Mask || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m
Writing With:: Geiseric

[ Hijo de la Luna ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

"I don’t know if I’m like that… I’ve never been in a situation like this in my existence." she said in a little confused voice. "But I think you and I are more suitable for the gardens than they are. Because we seek beauty, peace and purity in a beautiful and pure place, they do not…" she whispered softly.

True, the woman was not so close to anyone. Adrian was different, the boy had been raised by her since he was a baby and was actually brothers. So it was different. She was not only the leader of her people but also a mother figure, and she made no distinction between any Valkyrja. She had friends, allies in the Netherworld, and among mortals as well, but still they all seemed somehow different. To pray, she smiled involuntarily, kindly. Another infinitely innocent act, so she thought, though she had already seen the man fight.

"There is too much emotion swirling in this place, I can also feel it. But maybe I can help with this." she offered kindly.

That's why she asked for the man's hand to give him a present. They looked into each other's eyes for a few moments, then the man stepped back. Eina was completely embarrassed for a few moments, she did not understand. Did she do something wrong? However, when Geiseric reached for the drink, she calmed down. She has always forgotten that mortals must eat and drink. The Valkyrja just watched the man with a kind smile, thinking nothing bad of him. Rather, she scolded herself how she was able to forget this.

The way their fingers intertwined this time filled her with pleasantly warm feelings. She felt the crusader's hand incredibly warm and hot. Eina was about to take out the gift from her small bag when the motion was stopped by the man's words. She looked into the man's eyes, surprised and a little confused. The Valkyrja usually saw Geiseric as determined, so it was weird for her. She put her free hand to the man's chest, just above his heart if the man did not pull away due to her action.

"You are at lost, my lord?" she asked kindly as she gently squeezed the man's fingers. "Do what your heart and soul desires, you are an honest person, a man of honour… I don’t think you have any wishes that you should hesitate about."

 

[Tovald Kahmen’’a]

Wearing: Outfit/Mask
Weaponry: None
Tags: Ivixa Nera'kas

Ah that was fair, being alert is important as much as being a little frizzy and besides, it leaves more for him. Because he was enjoying it too much to care if he couldn’t share.

He’s glad for the company. Ixivia is an interesting name, rolls of the tongue, he had to pronounce his Clan Name 5 times before someone understood it. Which was nerve frazzling even at the best of times.

He remembered his manners. He too should introduce himself, it’s only proper. Putting down his own glass he reached over and took her hand in his.

<“Hello Ixivia, I’m Tovald, it is a great pleasure in meeting you tonight.”> He replies shaking her hand and scratching Vee’s ears with the other. What made him sit up straighter is her question, no one usually asks about his companions, at least not. They mostly raise eyebrows and shake their head.

<“This cutie-pie here is a Loong-Cat, small cats with lots of little feet, his name is Vee and yes, he loves to be petted on the head especially around the ears.”> Tovald replied as Vee looked up at Ixivia with big soft sapphire blue eyes that sparkled in the Ballroom lighting.

 

[Geiseric]

Attire | Mask
Writing with Eina L'lerim-Vandiir

​

"You are at lost, my lord?" she asked kindly as she gently squeezed the man's fingers. "Do what your heart and soul desires, you are an honest person, a man of honour… I don’t think you have any wishes that you should hesitate about."

"No, that isn't true," as she held his hand a little tighter, he did the same, readying himself to tell her what he thought, "desires of the heart lead only to darkness. They lead to attachment, and that leads to fear, of losing the ones close to you. I have already lost my people, my homeworld. I cannot bring myself to allow these.. bonds. In the short time I've known you, Eina, something has overcome me. And I fear those feelings. This war has cost us greatly already, and if we don't all die, those who survive will do so without many of the ones who stood beside them. We cannot afford to listen to our hearts, or the toll of this struggle will destroy us."

​

 

[Eina L'lerim-Vandiir]

Eina L’lerim-Vandiir, the First
Princess of the Eternal Empire and Terraris; Angelic mascot and representative of the Ashlan Crusade
Matriarch of the Valkyrja; Leader of Sanctuary; Liaison of the Fjölkyngi Smiðr Guild​

Location: Gardens, Castle
Objective III.: Try to avoid the too awkward situations.
Equipment: Elegant attire | Mask || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m
Writing With:: Geiseric

[ Hijo de la Luna ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

Eina didn't understand these, for her the friendship, brothers and sisters in arms was most, or the sisterly love she knew. Throughout her long life, there were disappointments in her life, she felt grief, she knew loss. But what Geiseric said and what she felt after that was quite different. The Valkyrja didn't understand why the man was saying this or what he was thinking, she just felt her soul and "heart" break to pieces. She had never felt such pain before.

"Did I do something wrong?" her voice faded away.

She didn't understand, it sounded to her as if the man didn't want to see her anymore. Eina didn't understand, nor did she understand why it hurt or what she should do. She couldn’t have known that most women would probably have been kiss the man in this situation, or slap him, or they just tell him they love the man, too. She just stood, looking into the crusader's eyes as tears ran down her face.

"I… I do not understand. I don't understand all this. I don’t know what’s happening to me… I’ve never felt this. It hurts, it hurts a lot… I… all I know is that I love being with you, I always feel better when you're around. I love your company, our conversations, when we practice and fight together. Yes, I'm worried about you, so I searched for months after everyone else thought you were dead. That's why I went for you and brought you home. Everything is so different with you… living, good. Because of you, I am happy to come to Realspace, hoping to see you. I… so far I thought friends… companions... peers... mates are there to help them defeat this together to strengthen and support each other… Everything I’ve done so far has been evil and wrong?" she asked confused and bitterly, still not understanding and therefore misunderstood. "Is that why you don't want to see me anymore? Is that why you're saying goodbye?"

 

[Eleena Salwa]

Location: Ballroom, Castle
Attire: XxX │ XxxX │ xX
Direct Interaction: Trinity Harris
Theme: Find You

“I suppose I could get with a few classics, as long as I get to ride with you…” Eleena said with a coy grin as the two women began to slowly dance, swaying together in a slow, romantic manner, their bodies pressed up against each other in a warm, intimate fashion. Just then, Eleena giggled softly as the scientist drew a few symbols across Eleena’s lekku, the sensitive appendages electrifying her nerves with each gentle caress. She couldn’t help but to feel inspirited from Trinity’s compliment even after she had jokingly referred to herself as a common slur for her species.

“Oh, thank you.” Eleena answered softly. “I-I thought of getting them done up with henna patterns, but I never had the time.” She added, as she placed her hands around Trinity’s lower back almost insistently keeping the woman close, within a firm grasp that belied the short-statured Twi’lek’s strength, honed through a lifetime of riding powerful, physically-demanding jet swoops.

“As for my skin, well...let’s just say that I don’t think you know sunscreen as well as I do!” She giggled. “Maybe when we….eventually go camping together...you can help me put it on.” Eleena added, playfully batting her eyes as she spoke, in the process unwittingly the door open for something greater to form between them

"I suppose an Imperial scientist on expedition in hostile territory could request a military escort?" she grinned naughtily, "but I bet I wouldn't get to pick you specifically"

“You might just get a bunch of Ultranauts for company.” The Twi’lek added with a frown. “But, if you’re traveling via speeder bike, then...there may be a chance!” Eleena piped up. “You’ll need me, then.” She winked.

Then, before Eleena could talk more, the kiss shut her up with due haste.

And yet, she accepted it with every fiber of her being, the scent of alcohol and perfume superseded by the taste of Trinity’s lips, the scent of her conditioner, and the overbearing sensation of abrupt, unexpected passion which had defined the night between the two women. Initially, Eleena’s muscles tensed at the suddenness of it all, unwittingly pulling Trinity closer to her body with more of her well-honed strength. Nevertheless, she quickly embraced the silky softness of the scientist’s lips, the height difference making the act somewhat clumsy and wild, especially as Eleena continued to fall into her own passions, as if the night might be the very first and last time she made love with Trinity…

Or would it?

 

[Ivixa Nera'kas]

Location: Ballroom, Castle
Attire: XxX │ XxxX │ xX
Direct Interaction: Tovald Kahmen’’a

Perhaps she was already doing her job.

Ivixa gazed at the silver-masked man with eager eyes as he introduced both himself and his cat, idly wondering how well she could charm him, if at all. Before long, she set her attention back on the cat, which stared at her with sapphire eyes that seemed just as cute as they were curious. With a deep breath, Ivixa extended her hand to the cat, letting the creature sniff before moving to scratch it along the head and ears, a smile forming across her cyan features as she did.

“Thank you.” She said softly as she gauged the creature’s reaction. “I’ve never had a pet before.” The tiny Asa’nyx added. “My parents don't like animals, especially dogs. But...I might be able to wean them on cats, if all of them are as cute as this one is.” Ivixa said, her smile widening into a grin as the cat moved in response to her strokes.

After a few moments, Ivixa pulled her hand back and shifted her attention to Tovald, intending to at the very least, learn something about the man sitting across from her. Perhaps it might be good practice for later.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, Tovald.” The Asa’nyx answered. “I...must add that, I love your mask by the way. I feel like it's...judging me, with the smirk." She added playfully, a coy smile forming across her lips as she did. "I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it. Is it of a certain style?”

 

[Aximand Sicarus]

TAG: Adenn Kyramud Ingrid L'lerim Open

Aximand's eye flashed with a subtle ferocity, which was contained beneath the surface for now. It was short lived however, as it was clear that the Mandalorian's demeanor was jovial in his response. If he was misinformed about the exact scope of the damages suffered, then Aximand would need to have a serious conversation with his intelligence officer. "Be that as it may, one life lost is too many when the whole affair shouldn't have happened at all." Aximand was not a pacifist by any means. He understood the wounds war inflicted upon civilizations, but Panatha was no war. It wasn't even a battle within a war. It was a failed attempt to forcibly remove perceived threats by the Ashlan Crusade. Under any other Emperor, both nations would already be at war over the incident. But he had already spoken his peace on the subject, and thought it best to move on. The Commodore chafed at the Alor's correction of calling him lord. His mastery over Galactic Basic was respectable, if not slightly accented given his native language was High Nelvaanian, but he wondered if the gap in understanding could be chalked down to some sort of language or cultural difference.

"You misunderstand, Battlemaster." Aximand said flatly, a grin that waxed a bit on the wolfish side as he tried to soften the blow his deadpan voice often carried: "Ranks and titles within the Empire are not merely hereditary titles one is born into either, save for the upper echelons of the Aristocracy. Even then, a family only ascends to such a level when one of their kin earns said privilege through distinction, per the Empress's discretion of course. They only maintain their position as 'Lord' through military service - the Empire does not believe in leeches." He said that last bit with a bit of pride in his voice. The Eternal Empire could be called many things, but weak was not among them when one could say that all of the nation's aristocracy was involved in the armed forces. Of course, the system was not perfect, as a sense of entitlement did not prevent some Barons from securing cushy assignments for their sons and daughters. It was not so common as to cause a widespread problem, as doing so habitually tended to earn the ire of the Empress. This brought to mind a follow-up point for the Commadore: "One could look at Empress L'lerim herself as an example. She certainly "earned" her station and position, as well as the title of 'Lord' - and she reinforces her worthiness at every opportunity, it seems." He raised his glass slightly at his sovereign. He wasn't intentionally trying to be overly flattering to the Empress, but she had done much to earn his respect as of late. Perhaps it was the alcohol talking.

To round out his counterpoint, he turned back to the Mandalorian chieftain. "Plus, while my grasp of Mando'a is likely not as strong as yours, does not Alor translate to "leader" or "chieftain"? Is not a lord also those things? Certainly a man worthy of being called lord." Adenn's modesty did him credit within the Commodore's eyes. Should the situation arise, he had the feeling he wouldn't mind serving alongside him in battle.

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim Ragal Terassi Vandiir
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud, Archon of the Primyn Group
Empress of Terraris, Supreme Commander of the Terraris Command, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Location: Ball room, Castle
Objective I.: Try to having fun.
Equipment: Elegant attire | Mask | The Last Gift || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m
Tag(s): Aximand Sicarus | Adenn Kyramud

[ Hijo de la Luna ]
<"High Nelvaanian language"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ ​

"Lord Grayson's intentions were clearer than the sun. And admit it, they worked. Another issue is that not only did he make a trap there, but also Lord Carnifex. In fact, it is surprising that no one else has lived with this situation and no attempt has been made to lure the former emperor out of hiding. Yes, I am thinking primarily of NIO and GA here." she intervened in this part of the conversation.

That is why she wanted a political marriage between House Grayson and the House L'lerim so that such events would not happen again. It was hard to read anything about Ingrid, not only because of the mask, but because she was perfectly in control of her emotions, body language, and facial expressions. She only revealed as much, allowing others to see as much as she wanted. She hid everything else perfectly. And the red-haired woman turned to Adenn again.

"I’m not going to try to impress you with nice words because it would be unnecessary. I am confident that I can prove this on the battlefield as soon as possible that I not only want to take advantage of you, but I really see and consider you and your people as an equal." she said.

The Mandalorians were warriors, the fighting situation was better for that. The woman also preferred it; no one couldn’t blame her for it, she also came from a warrior culture. She didn’t like if anyone mentioned her family, because they had always been influential. Without them, Tacitus would not have been able to create the Eternal Empire. Another issue is that after that they had to wait a long time to be noble again. The Commodore's words made her a little tense, but she didn't show it.

"I was a simple intelligence agent. My clan may have been a noble house on Nelvaan for millennia, and like you we are a warrior culture. But when Darth Tacitus arrived on the planet, he abolished the clan system and founded the Eternal Empire. I started from the lowest grade, never asking for a reward for my services. My place is more on the battlefield, I feel better there and it is easier to serve the Empire there." she explained. "I don’t like to brag about my merits, I just do the duty that the Empire expects of me. I am also a subject of the Empire, the citizens, and the state always comes first."

 

[Arturo Braga]

Tags: Stardust Solus Skirae

"I understand." Arturo said, meaning it. If not for her height, Miss Stardust would have been able to blend in with the rest of the party-goers without batting an eye. As was, it was difficult to stop people from looking. Is it her dress they're interested in? He wondered, staring back at those who took their sweet time about it. Or is it her height? Arturo's money was on the latter, though he had never been a betting man, and wasn't going to start now.

Choosing not to comment further about his motives -or lack thereof-, the Underboss saw off the rest of his champagne. A passing waiter took his empty glass; he didn't bother collecting another.

"Ingrid's good people." He said instead, his eyes scanning the room for the redhead. "Not good people, mind. She was the previous Emperor's right-hand woman after all, and one of the Empire's most accomplished assas-... Intelligence Agents." She still was, if he was being honest. It had been quite some time since he'd last worked alongside her, but if the reports that landed on his desk had any truth to them, she was still very much an active participant when it came to serving the Empire, both in court and on the field of battle.

"But she's kept her word more often than she's broken it. If your people could put aside their pride for a little while, I'm sure she'd be willing to prove to you that she's a good ally to have." He turned to gaze up at Stardust, cringing slightly. "I know we just met, Star, but trust me when I say she looks after her own."

She looks after her contractors anyway, the Underboss thought, his eyes locking on the distant figure of the Empress as she continued to battle her courtiers.

"If you don't mind me asking, what clan do you belong?"

 

[Geiseric]

Attire | Mask
Writing with Eina L'lerim-Vandiir

​

"No, you have done nothing that is evil or wrong, you... you are innocent, in many ways." he tried to comfort her, but it seemed like he'd struck a nerve. She loved him, but he couldn't return it. "and this is not a goodbye. You are my friend... and all I'm saying is that it must remain that way. I am the one who's been wrong. There are feelings a Jedi must never indulge... such things I feel for you. Some combination of love and lust, neither of which I can abide. You have been a light in the darkness, and I don't wish for that to change... but there is only one that I can love, and that is Ashla."

If she let him, he placed a hand gently on her cheek, wiping tears away with his thumb as he looked down deeply into her eyes. This was a painful mess. War was easier than this. Purging the minions of the Dark was easier than this.

 

[Tovald Kahmen’’a]

Wearing: Outfit/Mask
Weaponry: None
Tags: Ivixa Nera'kas

Vee purred loudly, leaning into the pettings. He loved the attention he was getting and once the stroking ended, he let out a small meow in something similar to sadness that he wasn’t getting attention anymore.

Tovald resumed the ear scritches, which the Loong Cat happily purred to in response. Which allowed the Ubese to focus on Ivixa fully, it was a shame her loved ones didn’t like animals, but there may be some luck with cats. Well, everyone liked them. His brother is a paradox in almost everything he does, he says he hates them but, could be found just giving Vee a quick pet here or there.

<“Cats have a way to enter and stay in your heart.”> A pause and then, <“the trick is to get the right cat that fits, you’ll be surprised how quickly a cat becomes part of a family.”>

He soon considered her next question this time about his mask, the thing’s been stuck in his wardrobe for quite a while and he didn’t exactly know where it was from or if the place it was from existed anymore. As for the style, he reckons it was something centuries old. It did have a strange smirk to it, but it was part of the design.

<“You know, I am not entirely sure. I think it’s theatre-based by its design.”> He replies after a brief pause, really giving her question thought. He thought it was ugly at first but it soon became something he wanted to keep for a special occasion just like this one.

 

[Eina L'lerim-Vandiir]

Eina L’lerim-Vandiir, the First
Princess of the Eternal Empire and Terraris; Angelic mascot and representative of the Ashlan Crusade
Matriarch of the Valkyrja; Leader of Sanctuary; Liaison of the Fjölkyngi Smiðr Guild​

Location: Gardens, Castle
Objective III.: Try to avoid the too awkward situations.
Equipment: Elegant attire | Mask || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m
Writing With:: Geiseric

[ Hijo de la Luna ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

Eina still didn't know what she was feeling, she still didn't know what to do. The Valkyrja was confused and it all hurt. However, she found it reassuring that it wasn’t a farewell after all and he wanted them to stay friends. Love, lust? She had never felt anything like that, that is, she felt love, but she had recognized it, not even then when the man had said it. She understood friendship, not the other half; and she did not understand why it hurt so much. And the lust is really far from her, as the man said, she was too innocent for that.

As the knight reached her face, Eina trembled for a moment. The mask was uncomfortable because of tears, so she unleashed it with telekinetics and let the mask fall to the ground. The man's hand on her face also felt infinitely hot. She, too, looked deep into Geiseric's eyes; since she was not using Force now, her eyes were blue, her eyes were not glowing with golden light. Now, however, there was not happiness, care, joy, determination, and kindness in her eyes, but confusion, incomprehension, pain, and wounds.

She was completely lost, in that sense she was like a teenage girl and not the determined matriarch. Since Eina now had an almost perfectly human body, even if in her veins a golden ichor flowed it was not blood, her "heart" was beating quicker and the Force was flowing faster in her body. She tried to speak, but no sound came out of her throat. The Valkyrja was still holding Gei's hand with one of her hand and holding their fingers tied together, but what she leaned on the man's chest fell to her side. It took at least half a minute for her to able to speak again.

"Is anything going to change because of this? Or are we still going to talk, train together, fight together? Can I still come to you if I want to? Can I stay the same as I have been so far?" asked perfectly innocently, without any ulterior motives, with pain and despair in her voice. "I also want everything to stay the same as before… I just want you to be happy." she was still crying and she still did not understand why this hurt so much…

 

[Ivixa Nera'kas]

Location: Ballroom, Castle
Attire: XxX │ XxxX │ xX
Direct Interaction: Tovald Kahmen’’a

Glancing over at the cat, Ivixa felt guilty for having stopped petting the creature so soon. Fortunately, Tovald took over, which the Loong Cat purred happily to, much to her relief. For a few moments, she wondered what her parents would say if she offered to buy such a creature, especially as Tovald described how cats could quickly become part of a family. Would T’Samey and A’risa be okay with having what was essentially a miniaturized predator animal in the house?

Unfortunately, Ivixa knew that it might take quite a bit of convincing.

“They look-” Ivixa gestured to the Loong Cat. “And sound wonderful.” She answered, her big ears twitching as the cat let out yet another adorable, satisfied purr.

“Whatever culture or...perhaps art form it’s derived from, I love it.” Ivixa smiled. “I wasn’t very original in choosing mine. Pink just goes well with my skin.” She continued. “The feather was an extra touch.”

Then, a pause, as Ivixa briefly considered her next words.

“How are you with dancing?”

 

[Geiseric]

Attire | Mask
Writing with Eina L'lerim-Vandiir

​

"I... don't know," the hesitation in his voice was clearer than ever, and he wondered if this had been the right thing to do. He wasn't turning away from her, not really, but it felt like it. It wasn't in him to disavow all emotions, for all the Jedi talked of conquering such things he knew that Jedi were just people trying to find their way, tasked with the hardest job in the galaxy. What he did know, or so he hoped in this tense moment, was the right time to act on emotions, to indulge feelings. It wasn't that time, and Eina made it all the more difficult.

"I've seen the Light, but I don't know if we can win this war. Not without completely committing ourselves to it, to destroying the Dark Side. I think..." he stopped, carefully planning his next words. Ultimately it didn't matter, and he figured it would be best to say nothing more. "I think I need to go." he let go of Eina and stepped back cautiously, as if the ground might crumble beneath him for this transgression. He turned swiftly, not bothering to pick up his mask or what was left of his wine. Those things, this lavish party, they didn't matter. This world was turning dreadful... he was just thankful that the garden held less prying eyes to watch his march of shame away from the woman he loved. Part of him wanted her to stop him, but he knew that even if she tried it wouldn't matter. He needed solitude, real solitude...

 

[Tovald Kahmen’’a]

Wearing: Outfit/Mask
Weaponry: None
Tag: Ivixa Nera'kas

<“The Holonet is full of Cat videos. They are a very popular creature.”> Tovald agreed, giving Vee a cocktail meat square. He spoils the little cat rotten, well, why not? Cats are the best animals out there. Even if this one stole 6 pairs of his finest novelty socks in the past 5 months. Especially his moth printed ones. Oh well, socks are replaceable.

The subject switched to her mask, which was a very interesting choice, the pink contrast was striking, and he liked it. He thought it was very pretty. Also, the feather was an equally nice touch. He wondered where it was from. He’ll be sure to ask her. Fortunately for Ivixa Tovald is a pretty good dancer and liked to dance. But he’s never taken it up as a full-time thing. As the last few months have been very stressful, he didn’t feel like it up until now.

So he would certainly dance with her and show her his dance moves. The Ubese stood up and offered her his hand. Vee had curled up in a small nest of napkins for a little sleep. So he’ll be fine for a bit.

<“Well, shall we dance?”> Tovald asked Ivixa with an eagerness to get out there and dance.

 

[Eina L'lerim-Vandiir]

Eina L’lerim-Vandiir, the First
Princess of the Eternal Empire and Terraris; Angelic mascot and representative of the Ashlan Crusade
Matriarch of the Valkyrja; Leader of Sanctuary; Liaison of the Fjölkyngi Smiðr Guild​

Location: Gardens, Castle
Objective III.: Try to avoid the too awkward situations.
Equipment: Elegant attire | Mask || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m
Writing With:: Geiseric

[ Hijo de la Luna ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

As the man spoke, she felt the world collapse around her. She wanted to ask why. She wished there was someone here to explain it all. Even though she didn't understand, she was now sure he was saying goodbye. She suddenly felt it was a mistake to rush to their aid there in the Nether then and not send them away, even with violence. She should have stayed home, away from them. She was unable to move as the man continued to speak and stepped away from her.

She couldn't decide if the crusader was a coward or herself. Something came to mind. If she doesn’t give him what she brought now, she may never have a chance again.

"Wait, just a minute, thereafter I won't stop you anymore. Take this with you, please!" she asked.

The Valkyrja reached for the man to stop him. Now she didn't have the courage to hold his hand or touch his skin. So she only tried to grab him gently and do it on his clothes, wrists, or forearms. If she succeeded and man gave his attention to her she spoke.

"I know you’ve lost your own… and I’ve seen people make gifts to those who are important to them to say thank you for something. Thank you for taking me home that day and… and thank you for our joint memories." it now sounded like a farewell from her. "I call it Ashla's favour."

With telekinetics, she took the rosary out of her small bag and floated it to the crusader. If Geiseric touched it, he could immediately feel the beneficial effects of the crystal as soon as the crystal bound to it.

"May Ashla guard you and take care of you on your way, Geiseric… forever!" she said softly, hoarsely due to the crying. "The goddess is greatly fortunate with you…"

 

[Geiseric]

Attire | Mask
Writing with Eina L'lerim-Vandiir

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His heart skipped a beat feeling Eina grab a hold of his jacket. He stopped dead in his tracks, but didn't turn around yet, just listening to what she had to say. When he felt her lift something with the force towards him, he turned to see what. The rosary dropped into his open palm and he looked down at it, then up at her.

"Thank you, Lady L'lerim." he rarely called her such, but right then he couldn't bring himself to voice her name. He wondered if she knew how much this meant to him. He stood frozen, paralyzed by his thoughts. He wanted to embrace her, but he couldn't. He had to leave promptly... continuing here would only make things stranger for him.

He turned away again and continued his somber walk out of the gardens towards his ship. The words she called to him as he left resonated in his mind the entire way back to Bosph.