Karana Malora
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Post by Karana Malora on Feb 21, 2014 22:04:23 GMT -8
For a criminal who was always on the run, and never kept to a schedule for more than a few days at a time, events such as these never came at a convenient time. But it didn't matter. The Writer had a schedule to keep, and the Writer didn't mind interrupting daily life, whether it be a mundane smuggling run, or the starship heist of the year. And so here I was, unpleasantly scooped up with mere hours of warning, and transported away for the great yearly spectacle. I didn't really and truly mind, because I loved the Writer, and I loved the Sithies event. But I would have liked a little more time to find something presentable to wear, rather than being snatched from the streets of a fashion-forsaken Outer Rim world and told to make do with whatever I could find.There actually had been one solitary shop selling the latest ladies' Coruscanti fads on Cloud City, but they didn't have anything that would fit an Epicanthix. Oh no. Their clientele consisted exclusively of the petite, pure-blooded human wives of Imperial upperclassmen. My presence in the store might have caused quite a stir had it been during business hours, so naturally, I chose to visit after hours. That way was a lot more fun, anyway. The only downside was that I had to try on clothes by glowrod, which made any bright color look distorted and muted. The burglary had been a mixed success. No one noticed me, but there were no dresses my size. I had to settle for an azure blouse whose sleeves were six inches too short. Ten minutes' work with a knife later, it was sleeveless, and much more comfortable. The skirt was a little easier --- I found a nice black one that was intended to be ankle length, and it comfortably came to just below my knees. The waistband was tight, but as long as I didn't eat very much, it would be survivable (or so I hoped).And then, poof, here I was, my face still bloodied from breaking through a glass partition on our last mission, my hair only hastily pulled back, and my combat boots badly in need of a new coat of shine. Still slightly in shock at the sudden transportation, I stood in the middle of the hall, glancing around cautiously as I sized up the crowd. I felt half-naked without my blasters, which had magically disappeared some time in the last thirty seconds. Mentally, I began tagging potential threats and victims, even though I knew the security policies were extremely tight. There were some habits I just didn't know how to turn off. Nonetheless he made his way toward Liya, who appeared to be casing the room. With a smirk on his face he touched her lightly on the shoulder to get her attention, "If I didn't know better I'd say you felt out of place."Firmly ignoring the presence of Adrien Draykon (at least until she could grab the stickiest drink concoction she could find and pour it all over his head), Malora strolled up next to Liya, scanning her friend with an approving expression. Amusement burst over her face as she glimpsed the blouse. “Nice sleeves, Tawaza,” she smirked. “Totally hiring you to edit the next fancy-shmancy gown thing I steal, ‘cause…” The trouble-maker gestured to the little black dress stretched over her frame, and the massive peek-a-boo cut-outs carved into the back and up the sides of the skimpy gown. “…MY hackjob didn't turn out quite so epic. There were flowers. Couldn't stand ‘em.” She wiggled a foot at the Epicanthix. A foot, clad in dirty smuggler boots. “At least you found shoes. Not that I don’t love my boots.” She gave Draykon an icy smile. “Better for kicking asses I don't like.” |
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Adrien Draykon
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Post by Adrien Draykon on Feb 21, 2014 22:07:17 GMT -8
He laughed inwardly at her comment, she was right, they were both out of place and as she nodded toward the crowd he knew what she was thinking, "Yeah, I've had my eye on a few pieced here." He said with a cocky tone and smug grin, leaving the statement purposefully vague for her to take it as she will.
And when she spoke again he laughed aloud, it wasn't an uncommon occurrence for women to threaten or imply violence toward him, and most of the time he probably deserved it though he rarely remembered why. Still laughing a little he nodded, "I wouldn't be surprised if you did." He thought about making a crude comment but decided against it for now, "It has been a while hasn't it? Couple of years at least. But I'm doing well, obviously, got some new crew, dropped some old crew. But that's neither here nor there. How have you b--?"
He almost got out before Karana showed up, obviously ignoring him which again made him smirk with a breath of laughter, "Nice to see you too Freckles."
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Liya Tawaza
The Unfair Advantage
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Post by Liya Tawaza on Feb 21, 2014 22:31:49 GMT -8
Draykon's vague comment didn't escape me. I wondered if he was talking about pieces out in the crowd, or pieces currently standing in front of him. Probably both.
Karana's appearance was expected, and I was staring directly at the open space where she materialized, but her exact mode of entrance still escaped my senses. It was less alarming than it had been the first year, but I was still surprised not to be able to discern anything. One millisecond, no Karana. The next millisecond, Karana, with all her predictable humor. I glanced down at my feet with a laugh. The boots I'd worn were technically aimed more at function than style, but they were an upgrade over my clunky military ones. "Funny story about these." I wiggled my toes inside the scuffed black boots. "Until four hours ago, they belonged to a security guard. I thought I was going to have to break into the menswear department to find anything my size, but he saved me the trouble by falling asleep at his post." I paused, giggling. "I hope he was able to walk home. I left him the largest pair of heels I could find. Didn't quite fit me, but they might have fit him." My attention shifted to the hazardous alterations 'Lora had made to her gown, and I just shook my head slowly.
Turning back to Adrien, I shrugged at his last question. "We're still flying, so that's all that matters. Fel went and got himself pinched by the Imperials, as you can see, so I imagine we'll be playing mind games with their prison system soon." I waved in the direction of the stormtrooper contingent. "There's never a dull moment with this crew." I patted Karana on the back, including her in the statement. "I couldn't be happier."
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Cuyan Skirata
The Vegemite Enclave
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Post by Cuyan Skirata on Feb 21, 2014 22:53:31 GMT -8
"Amazingly well, I am the recently declared Emperor of the Galactic Empire. We defeated the Mandalorians and Sin has been consolidating power together under herself as Dark Tide went from a darkside faction to an honest to Bogan empire. We are working on a WW2 style cold war and everything is splendid. I have been branching out to write with new people and enjoying the experience of meeting and learning about those who had not crossed my path previously." She sipped the whiskey in her right."How about you? Death treating you well?" "Empress? Very impressive. I have always been wary of most empires myself, but I certainly wish you the best of luck. As for Death, it's going swimmingly. I recommend it. It is nice to enjoy some mortality now and again though. One misses the extra burn of mortal liquor, the liquor in Manda is too smooth sometimes." |
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Corr
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Post by Corr on Feb 22, 2014 3:41:07 GMT -8
Perhaps armour was inappropriate for such a setting. Certainly armour that still reeked of sulfur, carbon and death. Smoke still curled up from the charred edges and intense heat emanated from the impressive figure that stood in the doorway of the main hall. The visor-that-was-a-face looked out impassively from its position of neutrality at those assembled here, the mind wryly noting that nearly every being was an enemy, or at least someone who'd benefit from a blaster to the face. He was acutely aware of the empty holsters at his side, and just as acutely aware of the various weapons of devastating destruction that called his armour home. The helm tilted to the side as he once again entertained the notion of nuking the entire site, once again lamenting the fact that Eralam was sure to have adopted countermeasures for such an instance.
At the thought his eyes sought out the Not-So-Robot-Space-Ninja-These-Days mingling through the crowd in his Dresden-form, a slight twist to Corr's lips asserting itself upon the visor, twisting it horrifically to the right. The song from the Wizard of Oz sprang to mind, Tinman wishing "If I only had a heart..." Now you did, bitch, and it could be stopped just like anyone else's. That the former Shard was mingling with the common folk was interesting, but not enough to prompt Corr to investigate. He'd already been here too long in his estimates. He hoped deep down that Sidara would stand him up and he'd be forced to kill himself in despair rather than endure this, but seen as she likely didn't know the Sithies were on (Unless Sarah told her, then he was doomed) he was probably stuck.
With a sharp turn to the right (See Robocop) Corr marched around the edges of the crowd, his heavy footfalls counteracting his obvious attempt to remain unnoticed, he traversed the room until he found himself at the bar.
Gar taab'echaaj'la...
The words growled out as he passed by Reyn, informing the man of this as if Corr was unsure whether he knew or not, before he finally reached the bar and rested his savagely spiked elbows on the neat surface. The heat was enough to blister the fine wood, rendering the surface as scarred and defaced as Corr's own face... thing. At an imperceptible command the lower part of Corr's visor slid away to expose his chin and mouth, with which he ordered an ale and a tihaar chaser...
He hoped that nobody would talk to him for a while as his writer will be out all day and they'd fnd themselves talking to an empty shell... Standard then really.
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Ice Matango
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Post by Ice Matango on Feb 22, 2014 4:48:50 GMT -8
Somewhere in a corner of the main hall three figures suddenly appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Ice Matango, Jena Shaewe, and Lyssa Ramaela. Missing from the party was Alisha Mercotti. The other three would just chalked it up to her and Ares still being in the infamous hot tub. There was just something about water that those two couldn't resist when they were around it.
Looking around, Ice saw some familiar faces, gave a little wave to some of them, and saw that most of the people were dressed in formal clothing. Raising an eyebrow she realized that they must have been sucked into the alternate (not so IC, or OOC for that matter) timeline know as "The Sithies Awards". Glancing down at her own clothing then back at Jena and Lyssa, she noted that they were all dressed to the nines for the yearly event. She wasn't exactly sure if she liked what her writer had her dressed in, she wasn't much of a fan of formal gowns anyway, but the little black number did look surprisingly good on her. Pushing the ever present round rimmed sunglasses up on her nose, and shrugging her shoulders to no one in particular, she briefly eyed her two companions before moving toward the bar."Since we're here we might as well drink."
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Ael Jade
The Jedi Order - Corellian Jedi Academy
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Post by Ael Jade on Feb 22, 2014 6:11:54 GMT -8
Wilhelm was a little disappointed when that sneaky Corellian bastard stole his whiskey from his hand. To be fair, the situation was suddenly made better by the fact Shia offered him some of her Tihaar=Dr Wilhelm Van Buuren=Well thank you Shia... Wilhelm accepted a the offer of the Tihaar, having never experienced the deliciousness of Tihaar before. He couldn't quite descern if the taste was made better by the fact it was Shia's Tihaar, but he was going to just assume it was the reason. Wilhelm noticed the man that was watching him and Shia, when he raised his hand to about mid height of Shia's back to use as a guide=Dr Wilhelm Van Buuren=Perhaps you would like to join me in the VIP area? Keep prying eyes away...
The Mando female followed Wilhelm's lead reflecting that it had been awhile since anyone had placed a hand on her back and lived to talk about it. At this point she did not look back at Reyn, aware that she probably wouldn't be able to keep a straight face if she did since he probably had a distinct thought-bubble floating above his head by now. |
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Wade
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Post by Wade on Feb 22, 2014 8:27:57 GMT -8
“…You stole yours too, huh?” Firmly ignoring the presence of Adrien Draykon (at least until she could grab the stickiest drink concoction she could find and pour it all over his head), Malora strolled up next to Liya, scanning her friend with an approving expression. Amusement burst over her face as she glimpsed the blouse. “Nice sleeves, Tawaza,” she smirked. “Totally hiring you to edit the next fancy-shmancy gown thing I steal, ‘cause…” The trouble-maker gestured to the little black dress stretched over her frame, and the massive peek-a-boo cut-outs carved into the back and up the sides of the skimpy gown. “…MY hackjob didn't turn out quite so epic. There were flowers. Couldn't stand ‘em.” She wiggled a foot at the Epicanthix. A foot, clad in dirty smuggler boots. “At least you found shoes. Not that I don’t love my boots.” She gave Draykon an icy smile. “Better for kicking asses I don't like.” He laughed inwardly at her comment, she was right, they were both out of place and as she nodded toward the crowd he knew what she was thinking, "Yeah, I've had my eye on a few pieced here." He said with a cocky tone and smug grin, leaving the statement purposefully vague for her to take it as she will. And when she spoke again he laughed aloud, it wasn't an uncommon occurrence for women to threaten or imply violence toward him, and most of the time he probably deserved it though he rarely remembered why. Still laughing a little he nodded, "I wouldn't be surprised if you did." He thought about making a crude comment but decided against it for now, "It has been a while hasn't it? Couple of years at least. But I'm doing well, obviously, got some new crew, dropped some old crew. But that's neither here nor there. How have you b--?"He almost got out before Karana showed up, obviously ignoring him which again made him smirk with a breath of laughter, "Nice to see you too Freckles."Draykon's vague comment didn't escape me. I wondered if he was talking about pieces out in the crowd, or pieces currently standing in front of him. Probably both.Karana's appearance was expected, and I was staring directly at the open space where she materialized, but her exact mode of entrance still escaped my senses. It was less alarming than it had been the first year, but I was still surprised not to be able to discern anything. One millisecond, no Karana. The next millisecond, Karana, with all her predictable humor. I glanced down at my feet with a laugh. The boots I'd worn were technically aimed more at function than style, but they were an upgrade over my clunky military ones. "Funny story about these." I wiggled my toes inside the scuffed black boots. "Until four hours ago, they belonged to a security guard. I thought I was going to have to break into the menswear department to find anything my size, but he saved me the trouble by falling asleep at his post." I paused, giggling. "I hope he was able to walk home. I left him the largest pair of heels I could find. Didn't quite fit me, but they might have fit him." My attention shifted to the hazardous alterations 'Lora had made to her gown, and I just shook my head slowly.Turning back to Adrien, I shrugged at his last question. "We're still flying, so that's all that matters. Fel went and got himself pinched by the Imperials, as you can see, so I imagine we'll be playing mind games with their prison system soon." I waved in the direction of the stormtrooper contingent. "There's never a dull moment with this crew." I patted Karana on the back, including her in the statement. "I couldn't be happier." "Well I think you both look ravishing." The voice came from one Wade Connors, or at least that's what he'd heard his name was. Even after being sucked into whatever transdimensional plane this shindig took place on, his memory had only been coming in bits and pieces, and mostly the pieces about other people. Anyway, he wore a simple enough suit that seemed to be tailored for him, and a smirk that most definitely was. His eyes shifted from the two women to one Adrien Draykon, and somehow he managed to keep from outright glaring at the man. "You, on the other hand, have definitely seen better days. You look tired, Draykon. And the eyes... There's something different about the eyes. Colder, maybe. Not sure how that's possible though." His smirk turned into a half-smile as he spoke, then he glanced around the room, taking in the various security measures, before returning his gaze to Draykon. "I guess now would probably be a bad time to figure out who'd win that fight we never had, huh? Maybe later." Stepping between Malora and Liya, he wrapped an arm around each of them and glanced between the two, his hand sliding decidedly lower on Malora's hip than it did on Liya's (which actually took more effort than you'd think, seeing as Liya was of a height with him). "Now you two look like you could really use a drink. I think I saw a bar over this way." He figured if he just kept moving and didn't give her the chance, Liya might not try and break his arm, so to that end he began pulling both women in the direction of the aforementioned bar. "You can come too, Draykon." He said over his shoulder as they stepped off into the crowd. turning his head back forward, he addressed both Liya and Karana. "So how're things with the crew? It's been a while and I've been a little busy getting tortured and experimented on to keep up. How's Fel? Seros? The immortal duo? And who the hell was that nutjob with the blaster pistols on coruscant?" |
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Lord Sinistra
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Feb 22, 2014 8:31:14 GMT -8
"Oh please, Reyn'ika, if I would eviscerate someone for calling me a Lady, what do you think the punishment is for calling me Empress?" There was a playful wink as she slapped him on the arm. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Adrien Draykon. Leaning forward to deposit a kiss and a plea for a her to step away for a moment on his cheek, she turned and finished off the tihaar, leaving the glass on the tray of a passing waiter. She was not familiar with the pair of women in character that Adrien was talking to but the writer behind the Sith Lord was very acquainted with their writing and admired the smuggler women greatly. Another male joined them and Sinistra started to wonder why she didn't have more smugglers in her employ if they were all so charming and intriguing. She smiled as she stopped before the quartet, a warm twinkle in her eye. "Welcome, ladies and gent. I don't believe we've had the pleasure. I'm Sinistra, pleased to meet you all. It's an honor."
A roguish look crossed her face as she leaned in to plant a kiss on Adrien's cheek. "And you, Ade, it has been far too long."
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Cuyan Skirata
The Vegemite Enclave
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Post by Cuyan Skirata on Feb 22, 2014 10:22:31 GMT -8
Reyn inclined his head politely as Sin excused herself, and he smiled as he saw Shia walking off with the doctor who seemed quite taken with her. He chuckled a bit and did another line of spice, then sipped another drained his tihaar and had it refreshed. He heard the mando'a spoken to him, and he turned to see a very rough looking Corr Vhett sidling up to the bar.
"Dar'kyr'adyc, ib'ca ner'vod."
It was then he looked up and saw his granddaughter Isis walk in, and he smiled broadly, in but four long stride he loomed over her, his arms wrapping around her waist and picking her up high like a child, embracing her joyfully.
"Bu'ad!"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2014 10:40:00 GMT -8
"With someone like you, Z'har, one is never entirely sure what to expect," Jade informed him archly, pleased with the results so far."
Sinistra's greeting surprised her initially, though she recovered within half a second and responded in a similar fashion. A Sithies event. She had never actually considered attending one before.
She was pleased that Aya did not intend to police herself and the Admiral for the evening, and shortly after she left, the two of them headed over towards the bar in a leisurely fashion.-Z'har Well, you could either never expect anything & be surprised every time. Or you could expect everything & be wrong most of the time. It really depends on what you prefer.Nodding a greeting to the Sith he had not see in ages, Z'har let Jade lead the way deeper into the building. From out here they could watch the awards being handed out with the bulk of the crowd, as the results & speeches were being projected in several places throughout the room.
After Jade's name was called, she vanished for a moment only to reappear after giving her speech. -Z'har It would seem that a congratulations are in order. Well done on winning the Best Duo award.Turning to the padawan that was not far away by this point, he continued.-Z'har Congratulations to you as well, I have a feeling that we might have the pleasure of up meeting in character before too much more time passes. |
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Feb 22, 2014 10:54:33 GMT -8
Somewhere in a corner of the main hall three figures suddenly appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Ice Matango, Jena Shaewe, and Lyssa Ramaela. Missing from the party was Alisha Mercotti. The other three would just chalked it up to her and Ares still being in the infamous hot tub. There was just something about water that those two couldn't resist when they were around it.
Looking around, Ice saw some familiar faces, gave a little wave to some of them, and saw that most of the people were dressed in formal clothing. Raising an eyebrow she realized that they must have been sucked into the alternate (not so IC, or OOC for that matter) timeline know as "The Sithies Awards". Glancing down at her own clothing then back at Jena and Lyssa, she noted that they were all dressed to the nines for the yearly event. She wasn't exactly sure if she liked what her writer had her dressed in, she wasn't much of a fan of formal gowns anyway, but the little black number did look surprisingly good on her. Pushing the ever present round rimmed sunglasses up on her nose, and shrugging her shoulders to no one in particular, she briefly eyed her two companions before moving toward the bar."Since we're here we might as well drink." -Aya Indeed you should.This was said by a slightly below average height zabrak as she held out a trio of short glasses held expertly in a single hand. A fourth was held in her other hand & was already nearly halfway empty. All four glasses held a golden coloured fluid that seemed to swirl under its own volition.-Aya I am Aya D'Ordinii. If I am not mistaken, you know my father.This last statement was coupled with a nod toward Ice. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2014 11:28:48 GMT -8
There were Mandos. Lots and lots of Mandos. Era nodded to Corr as he passed, then headed over to Sin and the other bucket head, one he didn't recognize without his writer to provide OOC hints.
"So who's this charming fellow?"
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Ael Jade
The Jedi Order - Corellian Jedi Academy
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Post by Ael Jade on Feb 22, 2014 11:51:42 GMT -8
-Z'har Well, you could either never expect anything & be surprised every time. Or you could expect everything & be wrong most of the time. It really depends on what you prefer.Nodding a greeting to the Sith he had not see in ages, Z'har let Jade lead the way deeper into the building. From out here they could watch the awards being handed out with the bulk of the crowd, as the results & speeches were being projected in several places throughout the room.
After Jade's name was called, she vanished for a moment only to reappear after giving her speech. -Z'har It would seem that a congratulations are in order. Well done on winning the Best Duo award.Turning to the padawan that was not far away by this point, he continued.-Z'har Congratulations to you as well, I have a feeling that we might have the pleasure of up meeting in character before too much more time passes."With this, as in all things, I should think balance is necessary." She appeared at his side again, letting him know she was back with a surreptitious pinch to the bum. "MIssed me?" She rolled her eyes at him and smiled, "Thanks. I suppose this warrants another private celebration later perhaps?" Following the line of his gaze over to Terra, "Indeed. My padawan managed to put in an appearance." |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2014 12:01:11 GMT -8
Z'har gives a somber & serious nod in such a was as to indicate that he was being far from serious.
-Z'har
If you think that would be best. However, why waste it on something so uncommon. There are plenty of thing to celebrate: Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner, Brunch, waking up, going to sleep, standing up to stretch. Why if we tried, I'm certain we could find reasons to never stop celebrating something or another.
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Ael Jade
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Post by Ael Jade on Feb 22, 2014 12:10:01 GMT -8
"Suits me just fine. You know we do have a lot of lost time to make up for." She eyed him lasciviously and then slipped an arm around him. "So...time to party. Anyone you want to talk to?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2014 12:18:10 GMT -8
-Z'har
Yes well, fifty years is a fair bit to make up. For now, perhaps we could try out the dance floor?
Off to one side of them, a rather large Ballroom was visible from where they stood, & Z'har motioned to it as he spoke.
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"Don't mind if I do!" she replied brightly, before adding, "Though you seem to imply you have something you need to keep prying eyes away from," she finished her retort, before snatching her drink back from him and partaking thereof herself. After all, she had offered to share, not to give it to him entirely.
The Mando female followed Wilhelm's lead reflecting that it had been awhile since anyone had placed a hand on her back and lived to talk about it. At this point she did not look back at Reyn, aware that she probably wouldn't be able to keep a straight face if she did since he probably had a distinct thought-bubble floating above his head by now. Oh Shia, you wound me... You don't have to be mine, for us to have a little fun... Besides it's hard for me to allow someone so beautiful to not enjoy the extra privileges in life... Wilhelm lead Shia past the guards into the spacious lounge area that was equipped with its own bar, couches, entertainment system, live uplink to the stage, as well as privacy screens that could be activated should the situation arise (a feature Wilhelm had specifically asked for)=Dr Wilhelm Van Buuren=So... What do you think? Wilhelm asked as he winked, before managing to slip the mug of Tihaar from Shia's hands and taking another swig of it. He had a distinct feeling this was going to be fun |
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
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Post by Karana Malora on Feb 22, 2014 12:48:30 GMT -8
"Well I think you both look ravishing." The voice came from one Wade Connors, or at least that's what he'd heard his name was. Even after being sucked into whatever transdimensional plane this shindig took place on, his memory had only been coming in bits and pieces, and mostly the pieces about other people. Anyway, he wore a simple enough suit that seemed to be tailored for him, and a smirk that most definitely was. His eyes shifted from the two women to one Adrien Draykon, and somehow he managed to keep from outright glaring at the man. "You, on the other hand, have definitely seen better days. You look tired, Draykon. And the eyes... There's something different about the eyes. Colder, maybe. Not sure how that's possible though." His smirk turned into a half-smile as he spoke, then he glanced around the room, taking in the various security measures, before returning his gaze to Draykon. "I guess now would probably be a bad time to figure out who'd win that fight we never had, huh? Maybe later." Stepping between Malora and Liya, he wrapped an arm around each of them and glanced between the two, his hand sliding decidedly lower on Malora's hip than it did on Liya's (which actually took more effort than you'd think, seeing as Liya was of a height with him). "Now you two look like you could really use a drink. I think I saw a bar over this way." He figured if he just kept moving and didn't give her the chance, Liya might not try and break his arm, so to that end he began pulling both women in the direction of the aforementioned bar. "You can come too, Draykon." He said over his shoulder as they stepped off into the crowd. turning his head back forward, he addressed both Liya and Karana. "So how're things with the crew? It's been a while and I've been a little busy getting tortured and experimented on to keep up. How's Fel? Seros? The immortal duo? And who the hell was that nutjob with the blaster pistols on coruscant?" Yeah, what was he now? Lover? Ex lover? Friend? Stranger? What do you call someone you used to sleep with that seemingly died and left you for two years, and then shows up a few months ago wanting everything to be how it was? Malora flailed a hand as they neared the bar, looking for the right words, but she came up short. “Um. He ran with Fel and I before you two showed up. We thought he was dead. Apparently not,” she said, shrugging. “Hell of a gunslinger, missing more than half of his marbles, definitely. He’s actually helping Oz and I track you down, Connors.” She patted the hand on her hip. “We’re coming to rescue you! And then we're going to rescue Fel, 'cause the brilliant Cap'n went and got himself nabbed by the Imps."She smiled as she stopped before the quartet, a warm twinkle in her eye. "Welcome, ladies and gent. I don't believe we've had the pleasure. I'm Sinistra, pleased to meet you all. It's an honor." A roguish look crossed her face as she leaned in to plant a kiss on Adrien's cheek. "And you, Ade, it has been far too long." The smell of strong drink and expensive perfumes (and slightly burnt wood, Corr?) caught her attention, as did the absolutely stunning woman approaching their little group. If elegance had a name, it was definitely Sinistra tonight. “DUDE!” ..Probably not how you address a super sexy dangerous Sith, but protocol was never ‘Lora’s thing, and she was far too caught up in a mini out-of-character fangirl freak-out to care. “Huge fan!” she squealed, wrapping the woman in a quick hug. “Sorry, lemme just…” With effort, Malora wrangled Writer Lor back into her cold, Hothcago reality. She’d promised not to interfere tonight, but, well, everyone knows how excitable Lor can get. “ ‘kay, much better.” Malora rolled her eyes. “Writers. You know how they get. Anyway, honor is all ours. Heard a lot about you. Bee-tee-dubs (btw), ‘grats on your Sithies win! I’ve only read the first bit of ‘Whiskey and Philosophy’, can’t wait to read more.” |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2014 14:10:11 GMT -8
*Morgan had went with Jake to get some food, and the food here here was, as expected, really good. But despite the selection, Morgan of course was more interested in the sandwiches. They probably could have been a little bit better if she'd been able to make them herself, but they were still really good! She had half-finished one when she heard someone call her name and he spun around to see Terra approaching!*Terra! *Morgan beamed and leapt up to her, wrapping her arms around her neck and clinging to her.*I didn't know you were here! Oh, congratulations! "Thanks, Morgan. It's really good to see you again!" She hugged Morgan for another minute before releasing her.*Jake made sure to sample all he could, without eating too much and prematurely filling his stomach, but the temptations of each dish were too great. He was doing his best, but there was a particular dish, barbecued ribs, that he just couldn't get away from. They were a bit messy with the copious amount of sauce, but that's what made them so amazing! He didn't think anything could draw his attention away from this, but then he heard Terra and he jumped, turning around to see her approach and Morgan go to embrace her.*Oh! Terra! Hi! *A quick glance at a nearby reflective surface revealed just how messy his mouth was. Eep! That was no way to present himself to a lady! Quickly he started to wipe his mouth off on his sleeve— No! That would ruin his jacket! Too late. Darn, what to do now! He set down the luscious meat and grabbed a napkin and scrubbed at his jacket to try to clean off the sauce as best he could, to little success. Groaning, he instead just wiped off his mouth and hands and gave Terra a sheepish little smile.*Hi Terra... oh, and congratulations. *Sigh, this wasn't a good start to the night. He should've been paying more attention, thinking more straight, but nope, his jacket had barbecue sauce stains on the sleeve and he'd given off a goofy first impression. Well, not first impression, but it still wasn't a good one. ... wasn't the worst way he'd presented himself to Terra before, but still.* "Thanks, Jake. It's good to see you too." |
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Corr Vhett - puts the "Laughter" in "Manslaughter"..... 
