THIS! IS! HUTTBALLLLLLLLLLLLLL! [CIS Dominion of Azterri | S-36]

[Paragon of Virtue]

[member="Alden Akaran"] | [member="Xobos Yakieer"] | [member="Voph"] | [member="Kiff Brayde"]​

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[member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Helly Reyne"] | [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] | [member="Khyros Tani"]​

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PLAYYYYYYYYYY BALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL​

First person to grab the ball has it! Run with it a little, throw it to a teamate, PvP with the enemy, or anything else.​

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BUT REMEMBER​

If you hold the ball for too long, IT WILL GO BOOM AND YOU WILL NEED TO RESPAWN!​

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PSST....​

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The fires are ON after this post. Make sure not to get burned!​

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Starting Hex: E-7
Finishing Hex: C-7
My Team: [member="Helly Reyne"] | [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] | [member="Khyros Tani"]
Enemy Team: [member="Alden Akaran"] | [member="Xobos Yakieer"] | [member="Voph"] | [member="Kiff Brayde"]

The game was ON! Madalena grinned from ear to ear as she moved sideways (moving to hex C-7), her glowing eyes focused on the enemy team. Adrenaline pumped through her body as she readied herself, inviting and welcoming them all to come take her on. Nah, she didn't really think she could win a 1vs4, but she was sure going to give them a challenge and go down wildly laughing and smiling.

"GRAB THE BALL, HELLY!" she screamed at the top of her lungs as she bounced in place, "I'M OPEN I'M OPEN I'M OPEN!"

Averting her gaze to all the Wormpugs, she giglged again, "you're going downnnnnnnnnnn!!!"

 

[Celestine deWinter]

Open to interaction​

The game held no interest for the young CEO of Streghe Arx, though it seems to hold some interesting moments to it as her brown gaze wandered across the gaming area. One factor was far more interesting than anything else done though - [member="Scherezade deWinter"]. Her cousin was in the game, playing with the other players. It had been months since the two cousins had crossed paths. Last they had met, Scherezade had asked a very curious question, one that had Celestine stumped. Enough that she had sent it to her own Mother but rather than getting an answer from Lady deWinter, as she somehow suspected would be the case, she had received a question.

It had been the last time the two deWinter generations had discussed that question. Since then, her Father had returned from the dead and Mother seemed to have found a way to human after all.

Atzerri, the planet where this semi-interesting event was being held, was a trade world within the Inner Rim. That was what had captured the young deWinter-Cavataio Princess' attention; why she was there. When one held their own company, even though it didn't truly belong to her but her paternal grandmother, it was her duty to be involved in the makings of trade and the market. To be aware of the opportunities. Today, she was here to see what Atzerri had to offer or even other business people.

Yet her eyes kept wandering over to the other deWinter, wondering what she had been up to. Perhaps today could be the day the two caught up.

 

[Karlie Lynn Destat]

Interacting with: Vera Mina and some rude blonde
Posts: 3



Wait...what was that ?
Had they assigned seating up here?...Karlie looked about for seat numbers or plaques. No seat numbers or plaques that she could see on the comfy seats...fuzzy or otherwise. Well, except for the seat next to her that she had spilled champagne on it, that clearly spoke Karlie.

"You don't wana sith there..." She waved her hand over the damp seat next to her, to show her it had her champagne on it, slurring some of her sss.
"I sure ain't gona sith there if I was you ...hell, maybe sith Metus should sit there...hahaha..." She burst out laughing thinking about the sith lord sitting on the wet seat. Oh that would be the bomb.
Then it hit her, maybe Miss Personality had marked the seat Karlie was in...you know, like a canine queen would mark her turf.

"Oh shoot!.. you mean this seat!" Karlie suddenly scrambled off her current seat and looked again to the seat on the left. nope that one had her own mark on it. Then the one Vera was sitting on. Well she couldn't ask Vera for her seat now could she? That would be rude of her now, wouldn't it?...Why, that would make her no different than Miss Personality who wanted Karlie off the seat she had marked.
What was a girl to do?...what... was... a ...girl... to do?
Well, Karlie was not only the prettier of the two blonds, as her hair was natural, unlike what the other could be. That would be anyone's guess and right now Karlie wasn't at her best in guessing.

"Oh.... sorrrrrry.... " Karlie responded through a wide , ear to ear smile at the blonde wana-be.

"Ok, seat's all yours..." She continued with a cheesy smile before she hopped on over the back, and on to the seat behind the one she had occupied.
Fortunately for the other blonde, Karlie was a happy drunk. Otherwise, true bitchiness which most likely would be flagged and censored by the referees all the way down to where the large mass of out-of focus blobs seemed to be screaming and playing. But again, fortunately for the other blond, Karlie was quite set and playful as the alcohol were passed along to her fun portion of the membrane which was her brain.

Purrrrfect! Now she were not only sitting behind her Vera, but then took to lean forward to the older woman and rested her chin on Vera's fine silk clad shoulder.
"Hello..." As one good happy drunk would say with a smile on your shoulder.
Yes, Karlie loved Vera. Not love as in a sense of LOVE...but as one would love someone who saved her arse. She loved Vera for sticking with her despite she had been one difficult client. But Vera had put up with her shiet and saw the entire Melida/Dan incident and being accused of the death of Riggs, which by the way was one of [member="Darth Metus"] son. Vera had seen it all through and helped prove Karlie's innocence. She loved Vera for that.

She loved Vera this moment in her drunken state.... Vera was her friend...had always been her friend...her only friend in Castle Morpheus....Vera, Vera, Vera...
Hell, she could prolly love the prissy blond who had wanted her marked seat too, if she were nice to her. But Miss Personality there (that would be [member="Veronika Fleischer"] ), seemed too preoccupied at looking around and getting her marked seat back, than to just be nice and introduce herself and start over on a new foot. Some women were just jealous of her, so it seemed to Karlie.

"Ohhh... that is softer than it looks..." Karlie pulled herself off Vera's shoulder and went to feel the material. It was indeed softer, silkier than it looked. This was armor weave? Vera in armor? Karlie looked at the voluptuous goddess that was sitting there before her.
Hmmm....Yea...yea, she could reason why Vera may need armor...yea.

"Wow... you must have a few pissed-off loosers that you took to the cleaners in court, to go around wearing armor..." Yes, that was her reasoning. Well, the only one that her brain were able to log into her fuzzy logic.
"...oh yea...nice..." She went on feeling the fabric between her fingers, like her interest was really into it.
Although it could have been more like Karlie trying to focus her eyes on the material. That was pretty much the coin toss.

But as far as intoxicated Karlie was now feeling, Vera had been amazing. As she recalled many times in her head, the woman made the prosecution look like a bunch of school boys who had botched up their investigation and looked for a scapegoat, Karlie. Half of the prosecutors, their minions and interrogators were now either doing CIS time or had fallen into some black hole, as they were no where to be found. God, she loved Vera. And she were here now with her again.

Of course, moving to the seat behind her favorite lawyer, Karlie stopped taking notice of the other blonde. Karlie had moved off the blond's marked territory and on to another seat. That should have been the end of that. That is, until Miss Personality (that would be Veronika) took to trying to strike up a conversation with her Vera.
At that moment of realization, Karlie wrapped her arms around Vera from behind, pressing her cheek to Vera's.
"Vera's with me..." She said, giving a slight affectionate snuggle to the woman in her hold.

"Vera's my bestie... find your own Vera..."




[member="Vera Mina"] ~ [member="Veronika Fleischer"]

 

[Keva]

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[SIZE=11pt]Near: [member="Veronika Fleischer"] [member="Calum Neth"] [member="Karlie Lynn Destat"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Teenager was an interesting way to call it, when in the perspective of humans Chiss always seemed so much younger than they truly were: Keva was a full grown woman, and a veteran of her dozen conflicts against a wide variety of enemies,[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Such were the joys of varying lifespans, it seemed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Huttball, that’s what they called it. She listened to the crowd roar this time, showing nowhere near such similar enthusiasm towards the whole thing: she was a meticulous sort, taking in all the details actually being presented to her for the sole reason of just being able to actually do [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]some [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]sort conversing with the other confederates.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She tried saying the name, Huttball, muttering it under her breath. The actual success of such a thing painfully varying in it’s effectiveness, but eventually, she at least decided she was close enough. Practice makes perfect, as they say.[/SIZE]

 

[Helly Reyne]

Starting position: F-8
Ending position: D-8
Passing ball to [member="Scherezade deWinter"]

The audience was packed, the positions were set, and the game had begun. With the ball in sight, Helly swiftly grabbed hold of it with her right arm, her left holding a lightsaber. As quickly as she had grabbed it, her feet pushed away from the position and took her to D-8 where she had a clear view of Madalena above her. She tossed it up and immediately turned back around, igniting her second lightsaber as she faced [member="Voph"] in case he decided to come after her. Helly wasn’t afraid to tussle with this man if need be.

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Starting Hex: H-12
Ending Hex: H-10
Tags: [member="Voph"] [member="Alden Akaran"] [member="Kiff Brayde"]

Xobos barely had a moment to think before the game was started and, quite unluckily for her team, the other team had acted quicker and had started by quickly grabbing the ball. That was perhaps due to the way they lined up that gave them an advantage, but it was still unfortunate for her team. And since that was the situation they were in, they needed to act quickly to stop their advance and begin a march of their own towards the goal.

As soon as the ball began to move backwards, in an attempt to pass the ball off to someone else, the Miraluka decided the best course of action would be to push forward and try and force them back even more, while waiting for the best time to steal the ball away. This decision in mind, she charged forward to where she would be just about parallel with the ball.

The stairs up to the top platform where the main players were standing was now behind her, though there was a set of stairs in front of her. At the top of those stairs, however, was standing [member="Khyros Tani"], looking tall and ready to make sure she didn’t get past him. Frowning lightly to herself, she glared ahead at the tall man while speaking in a low tone to herself. “Ambrus..Ora..I could use a weapon just about now.”

The combined voice in her head, Lagos, roared to the front of her mind, and her body filled with the dark side of the force momentarily. "Of course you do, master.." After a few deep breaths, Xobos clasped her hands together, slowly beginning to draw them apart. In the gap in between, a long black shaft of dark energy began to form, eventually filling out to be a long, 8 foot spear. It was basically the only thing she knew of the force at this time, as her training had barely started with master Adron.

Still, it was a frightful thing to see, especially as she twirled it efficiently, before stopping to point it at the man in front of her. Her voice raised at this moment, a grin peaking at the edge of her lips. “Everyone! I’ll hold off this goon. Get the ball and push forward!”

 

[Daxton Bane]

A steady stream of food, drinks and entertainment made a procession to Daxton’s private booth as petitioners came and went. Rumor was a foot that Daxton had 15,000 galactic credits riding on the Wormpugs drawing first blood,this was on top of side bets on whether the first pass would be successful or intercepted, in fact there was another rumor going about that there was a 10,000 credit reward for the first sentiet being to knock deWinter off her feet. It was hard to say if he was serious or not, when there was over half a million credits stacked in front of his table and Sith Lord was pounding it with closed fist causing the cred sticks to jump up and down.

“Blood for the Blood Gods!” Was the warcry that enveloped the table, whether this was for the Huttball game or something entirely else altogether was unclear at this point.

 

[Veronika Fleischer]

"Personally tailored huh. Interesting... interesting indeed."

The blonde twisted the cap off the bottle of whiskey in her hand and poured herself a drink without a glass. The bottle went to her lips and she took a long shot, feeling the warmth of the dark liquor sliding down her throat. Veronika might be more addicted to alcohol than she wanted to admit, but at least she was not on pills today. No, she was going to behave herself real good until night time.

"I don't think it is that easy to mix armourweave with fabric while allowing the clothing to fit onto the body nicely. I really should meet your tailor someday," she smiled and took another drink, a smaller sip this time while waiting for [member="Karlie Lynn Destat"] to move away. The woman who had occupied her seat was getting drunk after some glasses of champagne. What a weakling. Veronika shook her head, hoping that Karlie would just hurry up and go.

"My dress is specially tailored by Chrisyakova and it is made of shimmersilk."

Veronika smiled when [member="Vera Mina"] asked about her clothing, more than happy to show off her tailored outfit to interested parties. She took the opportunity to mention about her own fashion house, knowing that interested parties who were keen on fashion would usually be more than happy to ask her more questions. People who never bothered to ask usually meant they were not interested to purchase.

By now, Karlie had somehow slumbered her way into the seat behind her, still kicking up a drunken fuss.

"Vera right. Your friend can't seem to hold her liquor. You should take good care of -"

Her words paused as she noticed the strange expression from Vera, the lawyer's hand gripping tightly on the seat.

"Why, you looks kinda pale all of the sudden..."

Her emerald eyes turned yellow as she summoned her formidable mental powers to slowly attempt to read Vera's mind, but felt nothing. It was like she was hitting against a wall. Surprised, she blinked once, emerald green filling her irises as she called off the mental probe and looked at Vera intensely. There was something strange about the raven haired woman, but she could not point out why.

 

[Alessandra Creed]

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Location: VIP Section​

Tag: [member="Adron Malvern"]​

Wearing: XoXoX​

Alessandra was not entirely fond of these sorts of events, however, the invitation had come with the promise of allowing the Confederacy getting to know this world in a more informal capacity. Most of the negotiation regarding fair trade had already transpired. She had been inundated for days with paperwork and incessant griping about the bottom line, but in the then, they found agreeable terms. It seemed that the victory over the Mandalorians on Eshan had added a sense of support in most of the worlds adjacent to their sphere.

At least it wasn’t a total waste of resources.

The Minister of Commerce often withheld her opinion on political matters. The raven-haired beauty dealt in numbers, empirical data, and high-yield outcomes. War was a measure that was intensely costly. Especially, when they went to war, for someone else. There was no fiscal gain to the Confederacy for riding to the aid of Eshan. It was a matter of heart. Of right and wrong. When it came to her work…She tried to remain as impartial as possible. Even if the pleasant little creature in her womb tried to make her feel and think otherwise.

“At least the seating is comfortable.”, she intoned to [member="Adron Malvern"], whom, she had not seen nearly as much as she would have liked. That was another reason to despise war. It stole away the man she loved far more than it had a right to. He belonged to her. She didn’t understand why the rest of the galaxy couldn’t grasp that. Her fingers were wound around his, possessive as ever, as she perused the rest of the people in the VIP section. “And I don’t have to shoot anyone I don’t like.”

Pregnancy had done many things to Alessandra. Her temper, if possible, was even shorter. Her emotions were all over the place. From happy to sad in a moment’s notice. The entire time that the majority of the Confederacy had been engaged in wiping out the Clans of Mandalore the Minister had assumed the role of the designated survivor. In this case, it ensured that the government of the Confederacy wouldn’t fail, even if, the Vicelord and both Exarch’s fell. The Minister had done this many times.

She liked it less and less, each time, the Vicelord called for it.

The statuesque woman was wrapped in a shade of amethyst. Not surprising, at all, considering she chose to wear a very patriotic amount of purple. The top was a styled with crisscrossing fabric and a low back to draw the eye upward instead of down. It flowed well enough over the stomach and hips to keep her growing stomach from showing too much. Unless someone was truly paying attention to her mid-section they probably wouldn’t notice at all.

She sat down in the overstuffed chair and felt her body sigh in relief. Everything seemed to ache more than normal, but, she had been rest assured that it was normal. All of this felt anything but normal. Nevertheless, she was incredibly protective over her unborn abbe and followed every instruction she had been given to the letter. Contrary to popular belief activity was actually a good thing. “Who do you think will win? I admit…I don’t understand the rules.”

That wasn’t unusual. She knew some things, like shockball, but huttball? It seemed so… backwater.

She moved the armrest from between them and leaned into the Exarch’s side. Alessandra had missed him. He would note it in the little things she did. The way she kept close, held his hand, and kept pressing little kisses to his jaw—As if he might forget that she was there.

“Pass the popcorn…”, she nudged her nose against him before turning her eyes back to the game. At least, if she had to watch this, there were snacks.

 

[Kyyrk]

Starting Hex: E-10
Ending Hex: D-8

Voph charged forward as the bell sounded, letting [member="Helly Reyne"] grab the ball uncontested. The staff in his hands came up and he waited for the moment to strike. As the girl prepared to throw the ball, he dipped his shoulder, moving in to knock her off balance, and position himself to grab the ball from her as it left her hands. His staff came up to intercept the ball, attempting to slam it down towards the ground where he might scoop it up before it reset, and lob it towards his team mates. Voph wasn't here to tussle. He was here to win. He didn't have to utterly destroy his competition. He just had to keep the ball from entering their hands...

 

[Adron Malvern]

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Location: Huttball Arena {VIP Section}
Objective: Watch the game
Tags: [member="Alessandra Creed"]

This had to be one of the stupidest events Adron had ever been to. Why the hell would he want to watch a came called Huttball? The namesake alone revealed he would not much care for anything to do with the game. Still, a number of CIS personnel had been invited to the event and if nothing else the Exarch was keen to keep an eye on the warriors of The Confederacy. Adron led [member="Alessandra Creed"] through down the walkway, his eyes darting down to the arena for a few moments before chuckling softly. If nothing else, it did seem to be somewhat amusing, from a certain point of view. Once they found their booth, Adron held Alessandra's hand as she sat down.

He took a moment to look over her, smiling softly at the woman who had stood beside her. She'd been there during their strike against the Jen'ari and she had ever been his support. When it came to the invasion of Eshan, he could not dare take her to such a dangerous combat zone. So deep in enemy territory, he did not dare bring her. As he sat down, his free hand sliding over her abdomen, he smiled at her silently. He could feel the soft presence within her and smiled happily. When her eyes danced over those around them, the Exarch chuckled at her words. "I'd prefer you not kill anyone. It would just mean a mess of paperwork for me." He joked, with a wry smile.

When Alessandra aimed her question for Adron, he shook his head at her inquiry. "I really don't know. I never even knew sports like this existed. I'm not surprised, but still. I always found more interest in pod races. At least they require some talent past...Whatever this is." He explained.

Adron's eyes glanced over to Alessandra when she closed the distance between the two of them. He could feel her warmth flow over him and it caused his smile to deepen. "You know. I'd much rather we just go back to the ship. I can think of a few things we could do over the next few hours." He promised in a sultry tone, before handing his would-be wife the popcorn they had brought to eat. Lately Adron found there was a void anytime he was without his Alessandra. As he sat now with her he was reminded of the days on Cularin, when her spectre of the future revealed itself to him. She had been pregnant then as well, yet what they had now was only deepened to a level he could not comprehend.

"Alessandra Eva Malvern." He repeated the name she had spoken that day, the words her own being had not yet truly spoken. It was a reality to come, though it had already passed. "My Alessandra Eva Malvern." He corrected, the smile on his face showing no chance of fading. He pressed his lips to her cheek for the briefest of moments, enjoying the feel of her soft skin against his own lips.

"Soon." He started, a single hand pressed to her cheek before he spoke softly, barely a whisper. "My Queen." Adron's eyes had a certain glow to them. Not like when he used The Force and they gained an Amethyst hue, no. The emotions this was born from were so much more powerful than the those he used to access the Dark Side, something that would last far past his anger. "The first supply ships leave for Illyria tomorrow. They'll start with the capitol city and work outward from there. The city should take a few months and it will be costly, but with the Phrik the world holds as well as it's other resources we should never go wanting."

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

Starting Hex: C-8
Ending Hex: A-10
Objective: Kill Alden and Kiff
Tag: [member="Alden Akaran"]

She grinned at Alden. Oh this wasn't the cute adorable grin of an adorable fifteen year old girl. No, this was the deathly psychotic grin of a creature who had every ability to end his life. Her large sword pointed at the man, and as the game began, she rushed over towards him. Oh she didn't need to worry about the ball. No, she just had to make it so two of the people were incapable of fighting. Oh if she damaged the suit, they would have to get a new one. And it would take time before they could respawn. The force user, planned to use force body, to attempt to cut the man in half, and see what was stronger: The suit, or her.

Sadly, at the moment, [member="Jerek Zenduu"] wasn't on her mind. So her normal methods of self control were not in place. So, as she got close, her eyes glittered wild with malevolence, and violence. Normally she didn't want violence at first. However, the man's comments made her change her mind. Kid? He clearly didn't know anything about Mandalorians. Oh, but he would learn shortly when she tried her best to stick her beskad through his heart!

 

[Luca Donskoi]

[SIZE=12pt]Starting Point: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]A12[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=12pt]Ending Point: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]C13[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=12pt]Objective: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Lure the angsty teen[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=12pt]Tag: [/SIZE][member='Allya Vi'Dreya'][SIZE=12pt] | [member="Kiff Brayde"][/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=12pt]Perfect! She took the bait just as Alden had thought that she would. She was a Mandalorian after all, she couldn’t afford to let anyone jeer at her and she not retaliate in some for or fashion. Her honor wouldn’t allow for that. Alden just hoped that [member="Kiff Brayde"] was on the same page that he was. If so, it would very easy to use their numbers to their advantage and what better way to get a leg up other than to take out one of their opponents in the early goings of the game. Not only would it be embarrassing to be first blood, but the time you’d have to wait before you could actually return to the game would almost seems like anguish. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Alden reached out with the Force to touch Kiff’s mind, choosing not to speak openly as to not key the hard charging teen to any of their tactics. Alden was hoping to ensure they both saw the same play unfolding and there was no better way to do so than to simply talk. This was a team game, after all; those who lone wolfed it were doomed to fail. A lesson he hoped to teach Allya early on in this game. <<Kiff, we got a live one coming in. I’m going to bring her your way and them let’s go ahead and knock her out. Ready?>>[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Alden spoke to Kiff through the Force and began to backtrack his steps, retreating at an identical pace to the young girl’s advance. If all when to plan, Allya would soon be caught in an ambush and hopefully overpowered and forced out of the match for a time. However, this all hinged on Kiff and what he was going to do.[/SIZE]

 

[Kiff Brayde]

STARTING AT: D12
MOVING TO: D12
TEAMMATES: [member="Voph"], [member="Xobos Yakieer"], [member="Alden Akaran"}[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT='trebuchet ms'][SIZE=12px][COLOR=rgb(72,214,204)]OPPOSING TEAM: [/COLOR][COLOR=rgb(248,248,255)][member="Scherezade deWinter"], [member="Helly Reyne"], [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"], [member="Khyros Tani"]

Kiff couldn't help supressing a shiver when the telepathic communication rang inside his head. He didn't see why Alden couldn't just use the handy-dandy communication devices inside their helmets, but from what Force Users he had interacted with, he knew that they liked to use their powers as much as possible. He had to make a catchphrase for when that happened, he mentally reminded himself as he nodded and keyed the power for his vibroblade on. Unfortunately, he couldn't do the same fancy-shmancy telepathy that Alden could, but he still had his comm device and he pressed the button for that, giving a somewhat quippy response, "She's a just a girl. I'm more worried about this being legal than getting hurt."

Kiff shook loose his tense muscles and peered around the corner, dashing out as the fifteen-year-old Mandalorian girl sprinted past him. He was quick enough to intercept her, aiming a kick at her thighs and a upward stab towards her throat, moving in close to be out of range of the pesky longsword; being close enough to brush against the Mandalorian teen would mean she wouldn't have the room to hit him with her blade, putting her at a serious disadvantage with his vibroknife at the moment being stabbed straight towards her throat.

 

[Vera Mina]

Post: 3

"She is totally freaking out!" Magnus laughed as she watched Vera with her own binocular vision, watching her sister struggle not to squirm in her seat from the sudden weight of all the butchery she had commited. Then her eyes fixed on someone getting into a seat behind her.

"Dude..." Magnus breathed to her organic brother as she stared. "Dude..."

"What?" Jerri asked, munching on a nerfdog as he watched the game.

"You're not gonna fething believe who she's with." Magnus laughed. "Its that scientist that was our guest..."

"This will interest Mother..." Jerri remarked, sipping a soda. "What's she doing?"

"Trying not to lose it." Magnus answered, grinning with mischief. "I keep turning her processor on and off."

"Did Mom tell you to do that?"

"She told me to turn it off to see what would happen." Magnus replied, watching as Vera tried not to squirm in her seat, especially when Karlie's face nestled next to her. Oh, that poor blond. She really should convince her sister to cut her loose. It could only end poorly. Vera had been made to be a murderer. But if Vera could not be convinced...then what?

Magnus was not looking forward to trying to confront her sister over it. Arrogant though she was, when Vera knew she had made a mistake in combat she generally didn't try to make it again as per her protocols.

"Maybe we should quit, Maggie. We don't want her to fry in front of them all. Is her processor still off?" Jerri asked.

"Yeah. But I'm gonna give it a minute I wanna see what happens..." Magnus trailed...


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Vera's heart would not stop pounding, especially when [member="Karlie Lynn Destat"] closed the distance of her own volition, obviously very tipsy, but that didn't matter to the killing machine with a law degree as Karlie pressed her face next to Vera's. In between seeing flashes all those she had torn apart, her thirst for Karlie taking on entirely new dimensions as their faces made contact, horrifying emotional guilt that made her want to scream and tear her hair out, and the sudden, immensely unwelcome suspicion of [member="Veronika Fleischer"] , Vera had her hands full.

"Its the crowds...I...I'm not usually fond of crowds..." Vera answered hesitantly, though Karlie's assumption about her having enemies did filter through.

"One does tend to make enemies when you're as good as I am..." Vera joked about her armored clothing to Destat. She was covering, trying not to have a nervous breakdown in front of them. Her remaining processors were very warm.

Suddenly, all the guilt and doubt and fear went away and Vera was her cold, calculating self as her processor was turned on at a distance.

"I'd love to have a copy made for you if you are interested..." Vera spoke easily again, smirking at Veronika. Her heart still pounded being so close to Karlie but now she was enjoying herself again. And Karlie was drunk. Vera decided to try and give it a jog.

"So Karlie, how's your research coming as of late? Any free time coming up?" Vera asked, not wanting to move from Karlie's presence. A rather excellent way to cheer up after dying horribly. Did she like ice cream. Most humans did. Would it be appropriate to send her some? Would that be too obvious?

A processor dangerously close to overheating made her right pinky twitch. She had to get out of here. But it would look too suspicious. And Vera loathed feeling guilt for even the minor time she had experienced it. Utterly loathed it. She forced a smile, mentally salivating as Karlie's arms wrapped around her.. Mother had put her in a difficult position. But what was the test?

More importantly, how did she pass it?

 

[Karlie Lynn Destat]

Interacting with: Vera Mina and some rude blonde. Wait..did she say her name was Chrisyakova? Shoot, I DON'T KNOW!!
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She mimed a fake impressiveness of the snobby blond's curvy white designer dress -Ohh a Chrisyakova- I'm so, so impressed...Ohh-la-la... when Veronika just had to show it off. Even Karlie in her happy go lucky stae could pick up vanity like that. then again, the other blond was blow-horning it...no one, but no one could miss that! It was a feeble attempt at best for the other blond to show Karlie's Vera as to how chic she were with that sprayed on shimmersilk designer flour sack she actually had on.
'Yea, right...' She giggled to herself '...in her own fantasy world'.
Ok, so Veronika's designer dress was out of focus and it looked like a flour sack. But hey, what was one to expect when karlie was drinking?

The other woman couldn't ever be anything like Vera, as she had to call attention to herself. Whereas, Vera just had to walk in and all eyes were instantly on her. It were the aura surrounding the goddess. Her every movement, her every breath...eyes, hair, lips, oh my!...goddess.
The blonde?...sigh...sadly, at every syllable spurting out of her mouth, she seemed more and more like a buzzing annoying fly..an insect....a pest in Karlie's ears.
But a happy drunk could put up with it....hopefully not all freakin day, for Palpatine's sake!

"Oh poppycock..." Karlie sighed and pulled away from Vera, sitting back in her seat. it were her reply to the blonde's comment on her not being able to hold her drink.
Well that were true.
Still, that blonde was ruining everything. Ruining her time with Vera. Vera, Vera, her Vera....

"Correct Miss Chrisyakova..." That's what her name was, no?
" Hmm..." Well it were the only name she heard, so...
"... I don't have a wooden leg.... I've a condition..." She had meant the wooden leg part for the blonde, but being drunk kinda sometimes makes one skip their train of thoughts.
Ok, so what condition did Karlie have to explain?
"Shiet...forgot what it is though..." For the love of Palpatine she knew the condition, but not the term. 'Weird...' Karlie though as she were the one to come up with the diagnosis and term for it, but just couldn't think of it at the moment.

Well it didn't matter. The blonde wasn't even paying much attention to what she were saying or not saying anyhow.
Looser! It were written all over that dress. No, no, take that back....it were not the dress itself that was a looser, it were what was inside that dress. Yep that was it. Karlie gave her Vera another snuggle before she looked over to the server, the same staff that had brought her her bubbly. And yes, he now had another bubbly on his tray with three new flutes.

"Wait. Hold that thought.
I need to go pee." Was the foremost thing that then popped into her head.
Yep for sure she really couldn't hold her liqueur, even though it were champagne. The sugar levels in alcoholic beverages just played havoc with her system. Even the crono on her wrist couldn't adjust her metabolism to compensate for alcohol. All it could do was keep her sugar levels at par. So yes, that meant she had to expel more often than others what her body was trying to rid her of. Of course sometimes Karlie paid no mind to her own diagnosis and just wanted to have fun...drinking.

"Sigh..." Yep, Karlie had a diabetic condition that surfaced due to her lack of midis, a condition she had inherited by choice, unfortunately. A choice to rid her head of those nasty little voices and mostly that of her sith mother's ghost whom had haunted Karlie since the woman's demise when Karlie was still very young. Basically Karlie's cells and blood were for the most part midi free. At least her own cells were. What midi floated about within her body were from ingestion and aspiration. But those midis didn't last too long as her immune system was attuned in hunting down and destroying what midis were ingested through food, drink and breathing.

"Anybody wana come with me?" Oh good lord, not the single girl in a stadium needing a chaperone to go with her to the refresher scenario? There were two possibilities in answering Karlie's call to nature. One; fun, fun, fun ....or Two; fun, fun, fun..
Naturally, she asked with an eager smile, for in her state it were nothing out of the ordinary in asking.
It weren't really her need to have somebody go in with her, per say. Karlie were mostly in need of somebody with better clear eyesight to point her..or rather get her to the right door, as she just wasn't able to keep her eyes in focus. Most of everything around her was one colorful blur..except for Vera. But Vera was close enough to Karlie for her imagination to fill in what her eyes could not.

...and of the game and the cheering fans down and around the arena?

Just noise.



[member="Vera Mina"] ~ [member="Veronika Fleischer"]

 

[Asher Mossa]

Near: [member="Celestine deWinter"]​

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Asher had never heard of this game called huttball. The recluse had often seen others playing different games and simply spectated to see if he could discern the rules. This was no different. A large game had been set up for everyone to enjoy, and Asher was delighted to see how it would pan out. Just because he lived alone and avoided others most days did not mean he could not enjoy some good entertainment. Aside from the sport, the mead was promised to flow, and sure enough he had a large glass of mead in his hand as he looked on at the playing field.

There was a bit of flare to the game, but as far as he knew, Asher had yet to figure out how it was all supposed to work. That was fine. He still found delight in spectating.

Others around him seem to get into it. The cheering and the taunting seemed to be even more entertaining than the game itself. Asher smirked at the sight of two fans of opposite teams nearly duking it out over who was going to win. Clearly those two had stomached too much mead. There were others there who simply were there. They neither seemed enthusiastic about the sport, or repulsed by it. It seemed they were there because they had to make an appearance. People watching ranked high on Asher's list of things to do.

A rather large gulp of mead later, and Asher was sucked right back into the game. It was going to be a dramatic finish most likely, and the flames, that was a cool touch. He certainly hoped none of the players got burned.

 

[Paragon of Virtue]

[member="Alden Akaran"] | [member="Xobos Yakieer"] | [member="Voph"] | [member="Kiff Brayde"]​

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[member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Helly Reyne"] | [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] | [member="Khyros Tani"]​

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GAME IS ONNNNNNNNN​

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WE HAVE A FIGHT HERE, BETWEEN VOPH AND HELLY! WATCH OUT FOLKS, LET'S SEE HOW THEY DO!​

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IF ANY OF THEM "DIES" THEY WILL RESPAWN ON THE SIDE OF THEIR COLOR!​

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Next update will be in 48 hours​

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Fires are STILL ON​

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Starting Hex: C-7
Finishing Hex: C-7
My Team: [member="Helly Reyne"] | [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] | [member="Khyros Tani"]
Enemy Team: [member="Alden Akaran"] | [member="Xobos Yakieer"] | [member="Voph"] | [member="Kiff Brayde"]

Madalena had been standing ready, her hands flying up and down, wanting to catch the Huttball that Helly had thrown towards her. And yet as she stood there, her focus so keen on the game, something broke it.

"What?" Madalena asked out loud, confused. There was that feeling again. No, not exactly that feeling, but one that she recognized. She had sensed it when she and Brayden were on Naboo. She had sensed it when she discovered she had an uncle during one of the Life Day events. That uncle had said they were more, but he'd been so keen on making her feel wretched that she had simply shrugged it off as an attempt to mess with her mind.

Her parents had told her that there weren't any others. It was them, and her, and her brother, and that was that.

But she could smell it now. All her Blood Hound senses picked it up, and she knew, she knew that there was a family member nearby. Well, maybe not a family member per se, since family was a heavy and hefty word, but it was definitely a blood connection, and a close one at that. She looked up, but could not see the source of the scent ([member="Celestine deWinter"]) from where she was standing.

And so, distracted by the scent she had caught, Madalena failed to notice the ball coming straight at her, only to punch her in the face and fly right back towards where [member="Voph"] and [member="Helly Reyne"] were.

"Ouch," she mumbled with disappointed as she felt the bruise beginning to form on her cheek.