First Reply Toil and Trouble

[Sunyia]

The Nightsister had escaped the tumult of Tatooine and had with the help of a Deadeye eluded another grim fate. It was becoming apparent that being a Witch in this galaxy was “toil and trouble,” and a lot of rubble.

The Nightsisters had decided to cover herself in some tan robes that hide her crimson Dathomir clothes, along with her amulets. She had learned the hard eay that advertising you were a Dath Witch called trouble.

The Gravis Ringworld was where this lost Sister found herself now. The Ring World was unsual, as she walked it like a city on a planet, between buildings and yet look up and you could see roof far above the sky. It was an unusual world, and here she hoped find some solace, and perhaps put her sister days behind her…

 

[Senestra Sylverian]

Spoiler: Music OOC

The cantina might have been her first stop upon getting off her ship but, to be honest, it was probably filled with miscreants that she couldn’t be bothered to deal with. She didn’t know much about Gravis, except that it was just another space station in place of a planet, but such a public environment as that kind of establishment was not her particular acquisition.

Instead, Senestra Sylverian wandered the station’s markets along its promenade, if for no other reason than to walk on her lonesome, comfortably purposeless without much intention for a purchase. She had enough credits as it is and, if she didn’t, her family did; but any rich position or politics wasn’t her interest at the moment.

It was those in her midst, that person and this one, watching them while walking. There were smiling faces, there was laughter; there were frowning faces amid those gathered. So much difference in the midst of these denizens, she couldn’t help but envy them in a sense.

Aimless. Endless. Like sheep. Yet it wasn’t a thought wrought in hatred or prejudice. Where there were a hundred sheep and one shepherd, which one might be considered the loneliest? A stupid question. Find something. Buy something.

Wandering in the appearance of no Sith but just some woman in a casual outfit, minus the sunglasses, Senestra wondered if some object might catch her attention, whether from a kiosk vendor or a store built within. So far nothing did. Maybe that would change any moment from this.

Sunyia

 

[Sunyia]

The Nightsister wandered the streets looking for opportunities to work. Magick make a full belly and she was very hungry. She came to a shop selling very unique objects, one she recognized. It was a crystal from her homeworld, it appeared as gray emerald. She entered in and gave a bow to the stone, the shopkeeper, a very stout but short woman in a yellow apron with raven black hair who bent hee arms on her plump sides,
“Lookin hit the street, I don’t need more window shoppers.”
She took a broom and sweepes into a metal bin that immolated.
Sunyia turned to her,
“Do you have any job openings?”

The Shopkeeper stopped sweeping, “No wages could afford that stone missy.”

Sunyia lowered her hood, her white shoulder length hair falling against her pale skin,
“Please, I haven’t eaten in some time. I would work to eat.”

The Short Shopkeeper squinted,
“Hmm.. you know anythin about sales?”

Sunyia Looking back at the stone ahe nodded, “That is a Nightsister Crystal from Dathomir. Its value ia great and will bring luck to any who possess it”

She conveniently left out that if was a tainted crystal, but this was about landing a job, and that bit of information could be relayed later.

“Hmmm.. not bad, make a sale and you have the job.”

The Witch was very nervious, the Shopkeeper pointed her broom handle at the door, “Well.. go out there and draw in costumers! Your not gonna make a sale standin around!”

The Nightsister stepped into street with passersby of all sorts, she leaned enough to show her amulets swing beneath her neck. Her eyes glowing green as flame as she tried to draw attention. Her crimson robes also peeksd beneath the tan, when the Shopkeeper poker her with a broom handle.
“That outfit is ugly.. anythin beneath?”

Sunyia sighed and took off the pauper robe to reveal a fine scarlet tunic and leggings with four flap like pieces of skirt. Sunyia bowed to the Stout Old woman,

“That better.. now get someone to come in!”

Sunyia tried her best, some approached out of curiosity at her complexion and outfit.

“Please come inside and see rare relics, one will give you the best fortune.”

The Couple laughed at her as they passed by. Sunyia kept looking into sea of strangers, hoping to illicit at least some interest. So she used her Magick and disappeared into swirl of green and black smoke, and then returned with Kryat Dragon Pearl.

“Come! See the rare gem of the Beast that roams Tatooine! The dragon of the desert! It is said to possess magic..”

A little girl Twi’lek of green was in awe, “really?” The parents stood behind her. With a hand she made the pearl poof away. “Where so you think it is?”
The Little Twi’lek whispered, “where?!” She pulled it from beneath her lekku and held it.
“Right there! Ha!”

The Little Girl giggled and she did get the Twi’lek father to inquire about the price, which she said, “120,000 credits.”
The Twi’lek Man laughed heartedly as he took his daughter and walked away.

Looking back in she saw the skowl of the old Shopkeeper. She was running out of patience…

Senestra Sylverian

 

[Senestra Sylverian]

So far there was just not any number of objects to capture her interest, from mundane equipment to plain trinkets. Senestra took a breath, held it, wondering where to head to next. She sighed out her uncertainty when she spotted a shop in the distance and a particularly peculiar person past its entrance. And she sensed. Whether the Sith recognized the Nightsister for who and what she was remained to be determined and vice versa.

“That pearl seems expensive,” the woman in black denim and tan pants suggested. She gave nothing away on her face, didn’t even suppress her signature within the Force, for better or worse, but decided that a game of wordplay may take the cake. “If I guess where it is will you give it to me for free?”

120,000 credits did seem a bit steep but, to be honest, Senestra was less interested in the object or the purchase so much as the experience. She simply stood there with her arms folded, sticking a hip out, appearing as casually as any woman might be when faced with the incredulity of these circumstances.

Sunyia

 

[Sunyia]

The Nightsister’s spirits were rather down when she looked up after hearing a voice remark on the steep price, and if she guessed where it trlepeoorted to could she have it for free. To this Sunyia said,

“The pearl is indeed worth much, I cannot part with it but for that price..” she paused looking at Shopkeeper eyeing the potential of a sale.
“If you guess.. I will give you my amulet.”
She removed the golden looking necklace, it was probably her last best hope at a meal, but if she made a sale she’d have steady income, not just a one off that goes fast.

Holding up the pearl, her eyes glowed peridot and she made a whirlwind green add gray smoke engulf it and it was gone.

“Guess..”

The Witch was nervious, her amulet waa precious to her because it reminded her of her coven on Tatooine and the life she could have lived if she had accepted the post of Nightsister. A piece of home, and yet it was important to survive, and if she had to part with it, then it was the Will of the Twin Deities.

Senestra Sylverian

 

[Senestra Sylverian]

Pearl. Amulet. One useless trinket was as good as the other for her. Senestra was after something else, something greater, something more powerful than wealth. Then it became rather obvious as to what kind of character she was dealing with. Sith. Witch. Sister. There were all kinds of orders and garments but there was no mistake about this other woman's gifts.

This Sith had no lekku but she did have hair. Then again the pearl could be anywhere. It just couldn't be on Sen's person or she would have felt it, sensed it, far quicker than the little girl did who hadn't even been Force-sensitive to begin with. So...where is it? On the performer's person? Whatever kind of practitioner she was, she might not know that the silver-haired woman before her was a sorceress of her own.

"In your pocket."

She said and, as a Sith, Sen had her own tricks, but her answer was honest, right or wrong.

Sunyia

 

[Sunyia]

Sunyia considered revwalinf it was on her boot in the ball of her foot, but she poofed it silently to her pocket and dug her hand into red velvet pocket and pulled the pearl out.

“Right you are!”

She then turned and began to remove her golden chains and amulet with its runic language. She handed it to to the Woman, and said, “As promised.”

It was hard to let go, to hand over one of last pieces of her past, and yet at the same tike there was weight lifted as she was now shedding what left of who she had been. With this gift she eyed the Shopkeeper who looked disappointed in the window and she teleported the pear back inside the shop.

“Well.. I clearly failed to make a sale. Thank you for participating in my little game.”

The Nightsister had a perky demeanor despite that it meant she’d go another night without a meal. She refused to let life get her down even if her belly grumbled loud. The sound actually broke a silence between them.

“Sorry..”

Her very gray complexion warmed with some pink from the embarrassment. She tried to get control of the noises that gnawed inside her empty stomach.

Senestra Sylverian

 

[Senestra Sylverian]

This witch, whoever she was, surely did appear to be overly nervous. She was young, but didn't look to be much younger than Senestra. Whatever her demeanor, it didn't really matter, and neither did the fact that Sen had won the bet to be given the amulet as her reward. Instead, she waited until the conjurer had finished her depression with her flushed complexion then handed over the amulet back to her.

"I don't want it." Maybe this girl had the distinct belief that victory claimed meant prizes could not be exchanged or returned but Senestra wouldn't have it. She was not after trinkets, even powered amulets, but information. She didn't care whether the item had been in the pocket or not, it was the act of it that mattered to her. "I want to know who you are and what else you can do with your...power."

Sen checked her presence, looked right, looked left, decided now was a good time for it. "You going to stand here all day? Or do you want to join me for some food?" Spoken in a tone that suggested Senetra would pay.

Sunyia