First Reply Treasured Goods

[Phryne Dithe]

"Good," Phryne praised quietly, drawing her hand up a rough, coarse femur bone of one of her dying Animations and shooing off the last wisps of darkness that clung to it. Sticky strands of mock muscles and false flesh tying dry bones to each other.

She untied the Gorraskin pouch always attached to her belt, slipping the femur bone in with the others. A few were splattered with Siti Gital's blue blood but Phryne would clean those later. The most important fact remained: Once more, the Arcaenic Coins were in her possession.

Glass from the shattered showcase Phryne had crushed crunched beneath her heavy boots and the dark necromancer smoothly moved towards the balcony. She tapped in the passcode and the doors hissed open with a blip sound of warning. A wash of heavy, humid air slammed into Phryne and she pulled her cowl down low to shield her from the sun's blistering touch. The chilly air conditioning of the apartment contrasted heavily with the reality out here.

Whoever claimed beaches and sand were peaceful had never been to a desert, clearly.

Rolling sand… busy markets and high flying ships all rusted and worn. Phryne gazed down at all of it. All creatures and beings of all kinds destined to live and live and then die here.

No matter.

Phryne finished her job. Rolling her shoulders back, Phryne turned on heel. It was time to leave! She had a good feeling about Icar, the star system next to this one. She could sell the Executioner’s Carver next! It was an aggravation to keep it in her hold, it made so much noise!

 

[Remy Singh]

Phryne Dithe

Deserts were peaceful... sometimes they could be beautiful and after her master disappeared well she had taken the chance to return. The sun beating down upon her red skin while she stood there. THe lightsaber tonfa's in her hands with her breathing coming out evenly. SLowly she moved rotating in a small circle she had carved to dictate her movements. Facial tendrils twitching for only a moment to indicate discomfort. Her bare feet on the ground so she could connect more with the planet. Tantorus was far off... the jedi was a part of her as other purebloods made it difficult to get good traction among the masters.

History showed how hard it was but the Je'daii had purebloods among them. Her breathing came out when she spun and the blades activated with a snap hiss as orange blades gleamed. The sound coming to her ears and she slowly continued the kata as in the distance she could sense people at the markets of the world. THey gathered every few weeks in larger groups and it was usually an indication of being able to come and get supplies when she opened her eyes and started walking. The kata and meditation finished while she walked through the sand using some of it to scrub at the dried sweat and clean it off.

"Ah you are back." She heard the familiar voice and looked over at the woman with a bow of her head. Presenting her equipment sack of things scavenged from ships and some credits for supplies that were set to the side. No need to speak.. no unneeded interaction. Just the tall pureblood coming out of the desert for supplies and she would be able to go back as her tendril twitched again... she looked around for threats and didn't see anything but a few stares. Modesty was not important in the small threadbare shorts and top. Strictly for interactions with people like this. She was moving and her tonfa were on pn her back.