Public [Zinder Event] Celebrating Mutually Assured Devotion!

[Darth Nefaron]

TAGS: Corazona von Ascania
EQUIPMENT: Finest Black Robe, Walking Stick

She called his bluff.

Powerful indeed. ​

Having lost this bout, Nefaron leaned back, standing upright as he locked eyes with his opponent. Nefaron's sadism at last found its match in Lady Corazona's stubborn commitment to the light. She found strength in her wits, but Nefaron knew he could coax emotion out of her if he could simply find the right words, the right dagger to drive into the heart of his foe. Where other Sith had failed, Nefaron would find success. He would plant doubt in her heart, doubt that would one day lead to fear, and that fear would drive her to the Dark in search of answers.

It must be so.

He would make it so.​

But he was not above playing her game. He did not attempt to stop her as she knelt to care for that which Nefaron had so lovingly destroyed. Instead, he simply moved to stand beside her, his dead eyes watching on as she employed her pathetic power to return life. What was the point of such a display? Her little parlor trick was just that, she could do little to stop him from again killing the plants with a burst of lighting. Yet he played along, as was the gentlemanly thing to do, and watched as she moved her fingers over the dead, rotting remains of the plants to give back what was taken.

"But you are hardly unremarkable, are you?"​

Nefaron regularly updated himself on the members of the Jedi Council. Every piece of information he learned may one day become useful in his schemes, and yet Lady Corazona seemed unremarkable outside of her charity work. But now he was learning so much by simply engaging in this conversation, but there was not enough to break down her walls and allow Nefaron access to her carefully guarded mind.

He wanted in. He needed to get in.
​

"Don't pretend as if life is so simple. You and I are remarkable beings. Opposites in almost every way, yet we find ourselves here, in this garden, enemies conversing instead of battling to the death. Would you not call that remarkable?"

It was. In truth, the sheer number of Sith and Jedi who had attended this event was startling. The Sith prepared to advance on the core and slaughter billions and yet none made so much as a move here. Was it not the duty of the Jedi to safeguard the innocent?

"In truth, you should kill me now. You should seek out your Grand Master and eliminate the Sith who have come here. But you do not, and so innocents shall suffer because of it. Tell me, what comfort will it be to those who watch their family die when you tell them it would not have been proper to unleash your power and rip the life from me?"

Oh yes, he would goad her into his hands. Let her pretend to remain calm all she wished, in the end, something he would say would at last crack her perfect mask and allow him a glimpse into the truth of her.

"Perhaps, despite all the suffering it has brought you, the ideal of love has not left your heart. What happens when they lay lifeless in the dirt? What happens when I stand over them in triumph and tell them exactly what happened here? How you failed to protect them?"

Who would it be? Another Jedi? A Senator? A Common Citizen? The new breed of Jedi were so free with their love that they risked obsession. It was not frowned upon as it once was, but the Sith could only benefit from it. Perhaps he would dispatch his Apprentice, allow him to hunt anyone close to this Jedi Princess, and bleed them dry for the Corpse Lord's amusement?

"Do you want to know the true ending to your next story?"

Nefaron leaned in, peering over the Jedi's shoulder as she finished her work

"Everything she loved withers and dies. She was not strong enough to save anyone. That's reality." ​

 

[Trayze Tesar]

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CURRENT MISSION - Love Drives All Men M.A.D.
Immediate Goals -
1: Kick her karkin' arse

BLUFOR - Darth Malum of House Marr

OPFOR - No enemies, just annoyances...

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Lirka Ka || OPEN FREQUENCY

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Does she really want to be forward? Now? ...Alright then.

"Aye." He answered. "In this arena. In the one on Besberra. For so long as that bloated tick on Korriban draws breath and shadows the Force with his foetid stench; so long as there are those of you foolish enough to gorge yourself upon the living, who destroy and dominate for destruction and domination's sake."

Red eyed glimmered, a passion not dark, but brilliant. A defiance, not petulant, but when the inner cannot tolerate the outer and so took arms against it. "For so long as you, whether in the Jedi or of Kaine's sycophants. I deny you. I defy you."

He raised his fists, recognizing that he has spoke both treason and blasphemy beyond the pale of mere complaint of his technical boss, the one who gave him the Letter of Marque.

"Lirka Ka, and whoever comes after you - I accept this challenge and tilt my lance 'gainst you; from now 'till evermore."

Was it dramatic, and fitting of the romanticism of the theme? Yes. Did Trayze mean every word of it? From now 'till evermore. For his passion was that love of love, and love drove men to madness where glory and destruction awaited him.

 

[Lirka Ka]

As she heard the words of Trayze Tesar Lirka let a wicked grin rise under her mask, she had gotten what she wanted. The chance for a real fight, now this little bout? It'd just be a formality. An appetizer before the main course of their bloodbath on Besberra. His passion fueled her, she was like a leech growing off the emotions of her would-be-suitor. And it reminded her of the thing that was most important.

Trayze Tesar truly had some of the most disgustingly kind ideals she had ever seen in a Sith. Sickening. But, she let her voice hum out in mockery, amusement in every word. She should've been angrier at his heresy against her lord, but really? Hatred of Carnifex just seemed par for the course at this point.

"My precious Captain Tesar, perhaps you should have become a poet? Or perhaps a bard! It would suit your softness."

Always taunting, that was her way. Like a schoolgirl just...200 years old, massive, and a mass-murderer. In an instant Lirka lashed out a him, swinging a fist for his nose. But it was a messy strike, she wanted to get them into a clinch. Let his foul touch encourage her body to writhe and squirm till she could knock some sense into his oafish head.

But even cruel cruel Lirka could admit: she respected his melodrama.

 

[Valery Noble]

Valery arched a brow at Tarw's question, her smirk unwavering. Sparring? "Yeah, no," she said, voice laced with amusement. "I get enough of that in my day-to-day life. I don't need a dramatic reenactment of Zinder's masterpiece on top of it." The teasing was light, but the truth was? She was here for one thing and one thing only — her signed copy of Mutually Assured Devotion. That was it. No duels, no theatrics, no unnecessary distractions.

At least, that had been the plan.

Then he lied to her.

Valery's fiery gaze flickered with knowing amusement as he coughed, stumbling through his claim that the book tucked under his arm was a mere gift. Oh, he was trying — she'd give him that. But did he really think he could get away with lying to a Jedi? To her?

"Bold," she mused, crossing her arms as she tilted her head slightly. "Lying to a Jedi. To my face." Her smirk deepened, her expression practically dripping with I know exactly what you're doing. "I felt the hesitation, Tarw. That book isn't going anywhere but your own personal collection."

But then — he pushed back.

His eyes glinted with mischief as he pointed out what she had to lose. The Sword of the Jedi, caught at a Zinder event, here for a romance novel. Valery's lips pressed into a thin line. Her fiery gaze narrowed just slightly.

She stepped in just a little closer.

"Tarw," she said smoothly, her voice dipping lower, her smirk fading into something more unreadable. "You do realize it's in your best interest to keep this little moment between us, right?" Her tone wasn't threatening — not exactly. But it carried the weight of you don't want to test me on this.

Then, after a pause, her smirk returned, playful once more. "Because if I go down, I'm taking you with me."

Tarw Rhyfelwr ​

 

[Tarw Rhyfelwr]

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Location: Attempting to sneak out with the signed Lady Velvet novel
Attire: Fancy suit
Tag: Valery Noble

"I didn't I would ever hear that you had enough sparring." Tarw chuckled deeply, he had heard plenty that the Jedi Master was a big fan of fighting and sparring. Though it was mostly connected with her husband. So it might be that seeing others spar or sparring with others just did not have the same heat and connection that it did with her husband.

When Valery called him out on his lie, Tarw sighed and did not attempt to further deny it. "Well, I had to try. Bad enough being caught at one of these Zinder events without a date. Let alone coming here for a Lady Velvet novel." He shrugged his shoulders, there was no point in hiding the reasoning behind his attempts at deception.

"Valery." His smirk returned to his lips, "I think we both know that my embarrassment might last a while, yours would be much larger and go on for much longer." He winked, demonstrating that he truly had no intentions of revealing Valery's presence here. "However, a proposal for you. I'll gift you my signed copy of Mutually Assured Devotion so you don't have to risk crossing paths with another person."

He then gestured to the dancefloor behind her, "for a dance. Who knows, we might have some fun, and it'll be our secret that you were ever here." Curious to see if Valery would take him on the offer of a dance. She knew that he would never reveal her secret, they were friends and he valued her friendship a great deal.

Tarw was just keen on spending more time with his friend. Perhaps even discuss the Lady Velvet novels. If fortune was on his side.

 

[Tamsin Graves]

Theme: Girls Just Want to Have Fun
Dress: Here
Tags: Quinn Varanin | Kaila Irons | Eira Dyn | Kirie | Serina Calis | Zahari Kaan

"I cannot believe you people are my friends."

As Kirie spoke those words, and then smiled Tamsin looked confused, not sure what to think. She didn't get the joke, but Kirie was clearly flustered by all that was going on. Was she not as good as they said or was, she embarrassed by her talents. Then she quickly peeled away from the group trying to get away from it leaving Tamsin even more confused by what the hell was happening.

"Well, Tamsin, Lady Velvet is simply just a romance-"

As Kirie peeled away with Eira, the assassin let a little slip that it was all just romance. The bad aftertaste of what she had just drank and the newfound information cause Tamsin's jaw to drop slightly. Her pale cheeks against her dark hair began to turn red. As she realized she just asked her own sister to teach her about romance.

Chit, chit…..oh crap this was bad she didn't know what to say or do to remedy this. It was getting hot in this moment as she was left with Quinn and Kaila alone.

"Well, I'm sure you'd do fantastic m'dear. Probably one of the best masters of Lady Velvet's technique."

Then Quinn came up to her and Tamsin's eyes grew wide, as she meekly looked up. Seeing the woman blink for a moment with some concern in her eyes. Tamsin almost thought she was going to say something wise and royal, instead she just made the whole thing worse. Tamsin now slowly realizing what she had just asked of her sister and all of them.

"Uh…" Her brain froze her mind whirled with how to answer. As she mentioned, training with Eira and later her personally training Tamsin. Tamsin for a second looked around Quinn for a second to see Kaila's face. Tamsin would be lying to herself if she said Quinn wasn't alluring, regal, attractive, and powerful. Even Eira had a dark gritty allure to her that Tamsin could not deny. Yet still they were or had been part of Kaila's heart and Tamsin would never take that from her sister. She just nodded her head, not sure how to answer exactly.

Then she was alone for a moment as Quinn pulled away with Kaila for a second, allowing her to dwell in her thoughts of embarrassment for a moment. She had exposed her master and made a fool of herself. In that moment the demon cackling in the back of her mind reminding her of its truth.

Then they came back to her.

"Tamsin! I've convinced Kaila to explain things to you."

Again, Tamsin just nodded and then Quinn left Tamsin standing they're with Kaila. Tamsin looked like a guilty child in front of her sister. Her feet shuffled as she looked up at Kaila with puppy dog eyes.

"A word, please."

"I'm sorry…" Those words that came out of her mouth so often in front of Kaila from Tamsin's lips. "I didn't mean to, I didn't know." She knew Kaila wasn't scolding her, but she felt bad, felt responsible for everyone walking away. That little spark of confidence she had when she confronted the waiter. She moved closer to Kaila, she was thoroughly embarrassed by the carnage she had caused it just reminded her she was a bad omen.

"I hope your friends aren't mad at you. I can apologize to them for my behavior." Chit there she went again trying to fix things and save her master and not be a burden. But oh god that aftertaste of what she drank was horrid and she let out a little burp in that moment, nope that mad ethe taste worse. "Excuse me, I do need something to wash away this awful taste though. I don't know what the hell I drank but it was not good like the wine."

 

[Eivii]

Outfit: Dress

"...I can't believe it! You don't know how to dance either!"

"Bold of you to assum-"

Eivii immediately stepped on her own dress, losing balance and would otherwise fall flat onto the ballroom floor if not not Shan's grip (assuming he didn't drop her).

If so, the end result was a completely accidental dip that appeared bold and confident in the sudden es of the motion. Eivii was left looking up at the Miralian (either within his arms or from the floor of the ballroom)

"I don't exactly get many opportunities to practice..." She confessed.

Shan Pavond​

 

[Shan Pavond]

Shan wasn't a Jedi for no reason. As soon as it seemed like Eivii was going to fall to the floor, he kept his grip on her, leaning forward with the sudden dip before blinking to himself. He hadn't exactly planned for that. Though he was sure Eivii hadn't either as he pulled her back up to her feet, making sure to check her over in case she had hurt herself.

"It's fine. The only dancing I get to practice is fighting. And even then, I'm not the best at it. I'm a whole lover, not a fighter. Nor a dancer."

He chuckled to himself at that, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked around for a moment. Dancing was a lot more fun than he expected. It was still hard work but it was fun.

Eivii

 

[Trayze Tesar]

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CURRENT MISSION - Love Drives All Men M.A.D.
Immediate Goals -
1: Kick her karkin' arse

BLUFOR - Darth Malum of House Marr

OPFOR - Lirka Ka

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Lirka Ka || OPEN FREQUENCY

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She sprung upon him like lighting before thunder, but Trayze Tesar did more than speak words - he lived them. Barely a grunt escaped his lips as his stance parried the punch, compelling his body to move as one - drawing his shin against the back of Lirka's lower leg to trip her. It was almost dancelike, the execution, but it was not for mere aesthetic that this execution would be undertaken.

It would be a show.

For he designed to press her down, striking her where the mask meets the face, having her taste her own blood. After which, he would unmask her, and do something that would wound her far worse than Carnifex ever could in their sadomasochistic exchanges. He would find the beauty in her, comment on it, and let her choose to hide or embrace it.

Trayze Tesar lived these words, not for amorous games, but because he would deny, defy, and destroy what the Kainites and their tyrant-tick preached. He would deny that death was the sole purpose of existence, defy those who would use that power for their own ends and ensure that their defeats would be dishonorable, and destroy any notion of the peace that could come with entropy.

For Peace was a lie, there was only passion; through passion, he gained strength; through strength, power; through power - victory!

Through victory, the chains are broken! The Force shall set us free!

 

[Kaila Irons]

Wearing: Suit + Tie
Tag: Tamsin Graves
Nearby: Kirie Quinn Varanin Eira Dyn

"Hm? what- no, nevermind all that."​

"What did you drink...?"

Kaila asked worriedly, seeing that it was still affecting her sister.

She leaned forward, almost at eye level whilst giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze and a thorough look over. Aside from being a little red, she had a hard time finding anything wrong with the young woman.

"Well, you look healthy enough, I suppose." she sighed in quiet relief.

Then the young Darth stood, gently nudging Tamsin along whilst she looked for a waiter.

"That drink was not meant for a human, just as surprised it's palatable by Dathomiri. Though, I feel like a hypocrite that I once assumed you were human. I'm not either, always hated when people assumed otherwise."

She chuckled nervously before swiping another drink for Tamsin, and silently hoping that she was sober enough to even make that call.

Once she'd handed off the drink to wash out Tamsin's acidic mouth, she took another for herself.

"Now we can talk about Lady Velvet..." she groaned, quickly downing her glass.


Kaila took a deep breath, and swiped another drink as she passed by, leaving the passing waiter with her previous glass. Tonight was going to be a long night.

"It's uhm. It has nothing to do with actual sorcery, or love magic or..."

"It's smut." she said bluntly.

Better to admit it now, rip it off like a bacta patch, than to drag it out any longer.

"I was just... embarrassed, for anyone to know that I was reading such fiction. Lady Velvet's novels range from cute, if a bit dramatized to uhm. A little graphic, I suppose. There's certainly worse you could read though."

"Not... not that I've read them!" she clarified, hurriedly waving her hand as if it would banish the assumption.

"Anyway- it's not that I'm opposed to you reading them, It's just an awkward conversation that I thought hiding the books from you would postpone,"

"But I suppose, if you really do want to read, I've a small collection in the bottom desk drawer-"

"Wait..."

Kaila stopped in her tracks, brows furrowed. Did Tamsin even know what she was talking about? She never knew her parents, and it seemed that as a slave, she'd spent more time doing manual labor than anything else before Kaila and the others came to free her.

"Have you ever had the talk, Tamsin...?"

"The uhm-" what was their equivalent to the birds and the bees on Tatooine?

"Well, you know... when uhm... When a mommy womp rat and daddy womp rat love each other very much, that talk?"

​

 

[Lirka Ka]

Showmanship was what Lirka did best. She was a Sephi at heart, and what were artists if not painfully melodramatic?

Unsurprised to see her first blow parried, she felt the shin of Trayze Tesar against her leg: a limb more like a musclebound tree than a leg. She decided to play his game, and the man's attempt to trip her soon changed into Lirka grabbing onto him and throwing herself to her back with his strike. A resounding thud as she hit the floor, but utterly undeterred. One didn't live life as a goliath without learning how to fall, after all.

The first strike hit her mask, unfortunately with it being an ornamental design rather than anything particularly practical, it shot right back to her nose. Lirka could feel the chemical taste of blood in her mouth, well...that may have meant Tesar had gotten first blood. But she wore a mask. And that made it mighty easy to hide things.

When his hand attempted to loose the mask from her face, there would be little give to find. One did not wear masks and helmets as long as Lirka Ka did and leave them so easy to pry off. A tisk tisk escaped her lips before she spoke.

"Now Captain, its very brutish to not at least ask first."

She responded to his attempts in the only way she could deem appropriate for the atmosphere: a "Gladiator's kiss". Shooting her head up to slam her mask into his face as an impromptu weapon. Let them both feel the sting of combat, for while Trayze Tesar may have fought for the grander goals of spiting the Kainate, Lirka fought to spite him

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

The words had long since stopped spilling by the time she had arrived, whether that had been due to her nearing presence, or simply newfound self-realisation that spouting that which had been kept in sketchbooks close to his chest, was perhaps not the wisest of ideas, he could not at this moment find himself to care.

Instead he simply sat upon the chair, cold drink in hand, gazing out into the darkness illuminated by the moons' glow. He was quiet as she spoke, a voice that so often was comforting... was now instead simply an additive to all the troubles that seemed to plague his short existence. That she brought out with her another, was perhaps the icing of that proverbial cake, as she simply...

...Refused to leave him alone.

Her dress was something indeed, the red complimented her well, but of course as a Sith, as her, what surprise was that? He doubted that there was any dress that could not make her look... utterly ravishing. Yet, this one in particular, eyes drawn to her bare... naked... back...

The whiskey burned a hole down his throat as he took it all in one swig, resting the glass with a harsh thunk upon the table, as he began to pull himself up, the mask upon his face, one unfamiliar to the Princess sparing them both the need to have a particularly empty and annoying conversation, as wobbly legs brought him to the bannister.

Why did she touch his shoulder...

A champagne flute was found in his hands, as he closed his red eyes from the world...

...How did she imagine this would go, why was she doing this to him?

He opened his eyes, facing the sky, a silent plea, that as always went answered, his mind turning to Susevfi, an idea pooling in his thoughts... "I am going to be in honest, Lady Varanin, I am really not in the mood to..." He stopped himself, having no idea what he could possibly say, as he pulled away from the bannisters towards the exterior staircases, a near limping gait, as he turned away from the Princess, that who so...

"I am... not in the mood." He finished, having nothing better.

Quinn Varanin

 

[Tamsin Graves]

Theme: Girls Just Want to Have Fun
Dress: Here
Tags: Kaila Irons
Nearby: Quinn Varanin | Eira Dyn | Kirie

"Oh um…not sure what it was it was green and bubbly." Tamsin said as her sister knelt down to investigate if anything was wrong with her. Tamsin felt fine other than the bad after taste in her mouth. It was awful partly like licking a battery mixed with peas, oysters, and lime with a hint of copper to it.

As Kaila nudged her along to find a waiter the word was said out loud for the first time since Zonju V. Dathomiri Tamsin wasn't even sure what that meant for her, along with what else she had found out on that Planet. She only knew a little bit about the witches from Kaila who had gone out to learn some of their ways.

"I wish I was human instead of what I am." She said as they walked but she quickly pushed it to the back of her mind. She would talk about it with Kaila just not now, not here. The thought and implications of what they had found out had changed things, it was hard to process and being Dathomiri had only been the tip of the iceberg of who Tamsin really was.

A drink was handed to her, and she looked at the pink liquid of champagne for a moment. Then looked up at Kaila again and tried to put on a half-smile of gratitude. She wanted to say she was sorry again but held her tongue. She wanted to say she knew things had changed and they couldn't go back and redo the dice roll of fate. Before she could say anything though Kaila revealed the truth.

"It's smut."

In her left hand she held her glass of pink champagne but her right hand came up quickly to cover her face of shame and embarrassment as Kaila said it. Her skin, still visible, was turning even redder than before and the heat in the room felt like it shot up a thousand degrees in an instant. She had figured it out from Eira Dyn 's words but to hear Kaila say it to her just made the awkwardness death inducing. She wanted to just vanish from the face of the earth at that moment. Dead in the ground would be preferable to living with this shame.

She listened to Kaila stumble through her words and even out an out lie about not reading the books. "Oh, God, I asked you to…." Before she could finish it just got a million times worse, and Tamsin begged for death. All the times her and Kaila had gotten themselves into predicaments where they could have met their end, this was the one where she truly just wanted to die.

The Talk she had never had the 'Official talk' but she had been around a Hutt's Palace so knew the quick and dirty version. "Please no….."

"Well, you know... when uhm... When a mommy womp rat and daddy womp rat love each other very much, that talk?"

"Oh God no…" Tamsin lifted her hand from her bright red face and took a sip of her champagne letting it wash away a bit off the taste of the toxic waste she drank. She looked at Kaila pleadingly. What could she say, she knew what Dancing the Rancor's jig was. "Please stop….not here….I beg you?" She pleaded with dying eyes she had utterly died inside in this moment and the demon was just eating up which caused Tamsin to grit her teeth. "I get it!" She yelled a little more loudly than she would have liked.

She wanted to run away right now and jump off the nearest cliff she could find. "If I asked you to kill me right now, would you?" The question came off half serious half out of her embarrassment wanting to just escape this all right now. "Why couldn't I have been the one who got a drink spilled on me? Then I could have been talking to the hot Torgita instead of here right now."

 

[Trayze Tesar]

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CURRENT MISSION - Love Drives All Men M.A.D.
Immediate Goals -
1: Kick her karkin' arse

BLUFOR - Darth Malum of House Marr

OPFOR - Lirka Ka

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Lirka Ka || OPEN FREQUENCY

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To be wrapped in the limbs of one's romantic prospect may have been the end goal for many who had attended this venue. But as he felt the cold, writhing flesh press against him, his brain barely had enough time to turn his head just the way to bear the brunt of the headbutt.

Bogan above it stung, but any pain was better than permitting defeat - he smelt the sickeningly chemical scent of blood beneath her mask, the limited venues of escape that the adrenaline sharpened Force senses glided along the arena floor and across the once-Sephi's body.

There was no way out but through, and the limited venues of escape meant that the few ones that could be found would be pressed with far more vigor than what was advisable. Twitching fingers willed the two forward, twisting the two in a sprawling attempt to press the other against the floor until one would hypothetically yielded. If Trayze found himself above Lirka, he would continue to direct the momentum downward, to give the gladiatrix general one helluva rugburn - perhaps shedding blood in a way that could not be so easily hidden. If for some reason Trayze found himself beneath the massive creature, he would press to either right himself to scar her, or to escape the clutches through erratic movements, to allow himself to remain afoot and reclaim momentum.

 

[Kaila Irons]

Wearing: Suit + Tie
Tag: Tamsin Graves
Nearby: Kirie Quinn Varanin Eira Dyn

Kaila paused, giving Tamsin a wide but sidelong stare as she shouted.

"Ah? so you have had the talk then...?"

"If I asked you to kill me right now, would you?"

"What? no! absolutely not." she spoke as if denying a very real request.

"Why couldn't I have been the one who got a drink spilled on me? Then I could have been talking to the hot Torgita instead of here right now."

Kaila took a moment to drink and collect her thoughts. It was admittedly strange to see Tamsin this way, embarrassed and a bit glum as well. But she'd have to live through it for now, payment for revealing her master's greatest secrets, as from her love life of course, although she suspected that too had been revealed already. Or that conversation real? Who knows, she was too drunk to remember now.

More importantly than what was and wasn't real, she had a new task now.

"Well, would you like us to find one for you...?" yes, she knew how to help her sister now!

"A hot togruta to speak with, maybe even dance?"

Kaila gave her a curious look, and then a proud, hopeful smile.

"I think it would do you some good! I mean, we've spent so much time training and fighting, and tonight is all about living, right?"


"You deserve a break." she hummed somberly.

In an instant, she'd taken Tamsin's hand and was marching determinedly towards nowhere in particular on her new quest to find her apprentice a date, her half empty glass sloshing with each step.

"Come on, we're going to find you the nicest young man or woman or young what have you, they're going to compliment your cute dress, you're going to sweep them off their feet and have a lovely dance."

"I'll be right there, and you'll know exactly what to say!"

"Because we have have-" she tapped the side of her blonde head, wearing the proudest of smiles at her totally fool proof scheme.


"T e l e p a t h y y y y ~ !"

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Zinder Event​

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Tags: Open​

Outfit: Here​

The gleam of chandeliers reflected off polished marble floors, the air thick with the scent of wine and expensive perfume. The hum of conversation and laughter swirled through the ballroom, refined and controlled, a stark contrast to the storm raging inside her.

Alana barely noticed any of it.

She hadn't meant to be here. Hadn't meant to let her feet carry her past the gilded doors, past the line of guards who barely spared her a glance. But here she was, standing in the middle of a world that did not belong to her, wrapped in the frayed edges of her own unraveling.

She kept her head down, her hair casting a shadow over her face as she moved along the edges of the room. Every brush of silk and embroidered cloth against her dress felt like a reminder that she didn't belong in this place. A reminder that she wasn’t really a person. Just a collection of broken memories struggling for relevance.

A drink. Drinking would help.

It always did…didn’t it?

She could feel the weight of passing glances—some curious, some judgmental, all unwanted.

Alana clenched her fists, keeping them at her sides.

Just keep moving. Don't stop. Don't look back.

A waiter passed by, balancing a tray of drinks. Without a word, she plucked a glass from it, downing the burning liquid before setting it back on another passing tray. The taste barely registered. It wasn't enough to drown the thoughts clawing at the back of her mind, but she hadn't expected it to be.

It did help her legs step trembling.

She needed air. Needed out.

But the moment she turned, she nearly collided with someone. The sudden contact jolted her, and for the first time, she looked up—really looked—into the eyes of the person standing before her.

And for the first time that night, she felt truly seen.

Right when she wanted to remain invisible.

She quickly looked away, reading disgust in the strangers face.

Why had she even bothered.

The prison and gang tattoos across her shoulders clearly weren’t helping…probably a mistake to wear this dress.

 

[Tamsin Graves]

Theme: Girls Just Want to Have Fun
Dress: Here
Tags: Kaila Irons
Nearby: Quinn Varanin | Eira Dyn | Kirie

"I uh…" This was not a topic of conversation she wanted to have with her sister right now, maybe not ever. "I was a slave of a Hutt……" Would that be enough to get her to drop it for now probably not so Tamsin went on a bit more. "So not exactly, but I have seen….well enough to know." God she hated this so much why wouldn't Kaila just grant her request to die. Why couldn't she just be a good siste rand put her out of her damn misery instead of firmly and in her dry way just out and out deny the request.

"Well, would you like us to find one for you...?"

"What?" Tamsin snapped a bit out of her embarrassed state of absolute misery as Kaila mentioned finding her someone.

In a slight panic Tamsin looked out at the people dancing, talking, and standing alone. She reached up and scratched the back of her head looking about red as a tomato as she was.

Tamsin had never really thought about that kind of thing, just like on New Cov when her sister had mentioned a similar thing. Unlike Kaila she wasn't exactly a social butterfly that just attracted people. Though Tamsin suspected it might just be because of Kaila's height, giants were noticeable.

"I mean your not wrong, but I'm weird awkward and short." Had she not blurted out the line about the hot Torgita she wouldn't have gotten herself into this new mess. She hated herself even more in that moment god damn her loose tongue it got her in more predicaments today then any other time. Maybe being quiet would save her.

Then Kaila grabbed her hand, and she was being yanked around again. She could feel the pride and determination in her sister. "ahhh…." Dammit now she was going to have to do this. She was going to have to talk about this weather she liked it or not. "I have never really done this before. I look at people male, female, or whatever, go oh their pretty. I have never talked to them unless they knew you." She openly admitted to Kaila because with a demon inside her she always thought she was to weird and before that she was slave and saw no future for her own desires.

"What am I even going to talk about?" As she reminded Tamsin of telepathy and that she would be right there. Oh god they were really doing this now. Tamsin saw herself looking around the room for someone to talk to as Kaila stood behind her.

Then the Demon spoke into Kaila's mind.

"Oh, this is going to be amusing."

 

[Lirka Ka]

The thought of wrapping her arms around a lover was almost enough to make Lirka vomit on the spot from the sheer unholiness of the act.

But to have her arms wrapped around a sworn enemy as they beat each other bloody? Well, that was almost enough to warm her cold dead hearts.

They fought, and they scrapped, and for perhaps the first time in this miserable bullying-gone-wrong attempt Lirka was having something close to resembling fun. And perhaps to some small extent, she gained a bit of respect for Trayze Tesar that day. Lirka's warped and delusional mind was a much simpler thing than she let on, all it took was beating the ever-living-hell out of each other for her to become a rather chummy person. Strength respected strength and so on, even if this venue was a monumentally unsuitable thing.

In a rather odd turn of events, she let him have his fun. Allowing the young sith to take a dominant position in their bought, but laughing all the way. If it was in mocking or actual enjoyment was anyone's guess.

"How impressive, Trayze Tesar! You can actually fight!...in a play arena that is."

Always teasing, always taunting, never realizing when the time had come to shut her off. It was truly a miracle of the force Lirka had lived over 200 years without someone finally shutting her up for good. A grunt as the blood dribbling down her nose began to ooze a bit further, almost leaking out from under her mask. Unfortunately, she'd never let him win that easily: even if she was nursing his pride a little for their later bout. Lirka had more than few quirks wicked form, and nails as hard as stone and filed to be like knives was one of them.

If he had deemed it acceptable to take a cheap shot at her mask, well, what was the harm in this? Her arm reached out for the nearest bit of meat she could find, raising a clawed hand to the air before slamming it into him as hard as she could muster in their current twisted state. He needed to leave here with at least one wound after all. It wouldn't be a good story without one.

 

[Valery Noble]

Valery chuckled, shaking her head as she took a step back, arms still crossed over her chest. A dance? The amusement in her fiery gaze only grew. "I appreciate the offer, Tarw," she said, tilting her head slightly, "But you and I both know that's just going to get me caught faster. And I am not in the mood for that."

Her smirk lingered, playful but firm. It wasn't that she couldn't dance — she could, and she had, but her husband was the only person she ever really entertained the idea with. Anyone else? Typically just not her thing. And certainly not here, where one wrong move would have her name plastered across some Holonet gossip page for sneaking into a Zinder event, where she'd be caught dancing with someone else.

Besides.

She arched a brow, glancing past him toward the dance floor. "And you?" She gestured lightly toward the crowd. "You're not going to find a date if you're busy trying to drag me into this mess with you." Her smirk deepened, and she nudged him lightly with her elbow. "Go chase after someone actually single, huh? Unless you came here just for the books?"

The teasing edge in her voice made it clear she wasn't letting that one go.

With a satisfied sigh, she adjusted her stance, glancing back toward the signing area. "I think I'll take my chances getting a copy myself. Maybe make a quick escape before someone recognizes me." She turned, offering one last look over her shoulder. "Good luck, Tarw," she mused, her smirk widening.

Tarw Rhyfelwr ​

 

[Tarw Rhyfelwr]

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Location: Attempting to sneak out with the signed Lady Velvet novel
Attire: Fancy suit
Tag: Valery Noble

He figured that Valery might turn down his offer, he had nothing over her truly and they both knew that. It was also a case of Valery was very much keen on not getting caught while attending the event. Which was understandable since it would be something that was talked about all over the magazines and chat forums. Especially if she was caught dating with a random nobody at the Zinder event. More scandalous than Tarw had initially thought it would be but he appreciated the kind way that she had turned him down.

"I suppose your infamous two left feet would get you standing out right away. Especially with an amazing dancer such as myself." Tarw winked as he teased Valery a bit. Just a gentle poke of humour between two friends.

Looking around the event, Tarw shook his head, "I doubt my chances are high tonight. I think there are more people here to grab the signed copy and sneak out. Such as yourself." Tarw grinned as she hinted that he might have only come for the book, "Maybe, maybe not. You'll never hear me confess to it though." Tarw chuckled deeply. Feeling a bit more comfortable sharing his love of the books with Valery. A secret they shared together now it seemed.

"Good luck sneaking in and out of here without being caught. I will say, your dress is gorgeous, damn shame I can't enjoy you in it more." Tarw winked to Valery with a soft, slightly flirtatious chuckle. "Best be quick with the book, few women wear a dress as well as you do."