Ael Jade
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Post by Ael Jade on Feb 24, 2014 18:46:29 GMT -8
"I know it is outright heresy, but it's a bit sweet for me sometimes," she replied to Reyn, then included Wilhelm, "Have you ever tried uj'alayi before?" She preferred a bit less sweetness and a bit more saltiness when she was in charge of the comestibles. The Mandalorian dessert was very rich indeed, and she only partook of it in small portions on rare occasions. "I am just glad to see you at a rodeo once again, vod'ika," she informed him, whilst slipping an arm around Wilhelm and taking a drink of her tihaar.
The band shifted from the sedate Vienna Blood Waltz into something a little more party-like.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2014 19:03:26 GMT -8
Wilhelm had regretablly never tried uj'alayi yet, but there was always a first time for everything and this seemed like a damn good time to try it
=Dr Wilhelm Van Buuren=
Alas I have yet to try some, but it seems like a good time to try some...
He slipped is own arm around Shia's waist as she slipped her own arm around him. He then turned towards the band as it went to a more party like tune, before turning back to Shia
=Dr Wilhelm Van Buuren=
Care to have a dance first?
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Ael Jade
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Post by Ael Jade on Feb 24, 2014 19:08:33 GMT -8
"Love to," she replied with alacrity, tossing back the rest of her tihaar and setting the mug down, before stepping closer to Zion and linking her fingers behind his neck for a moment of close dancing before the two of them busted into separate dance moves.
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Feb 24, 2014 19:35:40 GMT -8
*Morgan grinned at Terra's thanks, then thought about her question, if she was going to "hit the dance floor." Morgan started to shake her head, then stopped and looked over it, at the people dancing, at the lights and sounds. She thought about it a moment, then shook her head.*
Maybe later, but not right now.
*She would probably get out there eventually, but she wasn't really in the mood for dancing right now. Maybe if the right song came on or something, she'd head out there. Or someone to invite her, but the odds of that happening were fairly slim.*
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2014 19:52:20 GMT -8
Wilhelm downed the last of his own Tihaar, before tossing the glass away just before Shia linked her hands behind his neck as they danced close together, giving her a kiss on the forehead, before they seperated moments later to bust some of their own seperate moves, following along the with the songs music video moves
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Feb 24, 2014 19:58:04 GMT -8
The bartender had a bottle saved just for such an occasion. Actually, it was a mason jar, filled with a slightly reddish liquid and with unidentifiable chunks of...something floating in the bottom.
On many planets, the locals would take the raw liquor produced, usually called moonshine or white lightning or firewater, and would chop up bits of fruit and let it sit in the potent beverage. This had a tendency to both mellow and flavor it, rendering into something that the average human could handle without much difficulty. This jar was prepared in the same way, but with a different purpose in mind. It was only to be given to one who had proven themselves worthy of the challenge it would present
Instead of fruit in the bottom, there were ghost peppers. They had been soaking for well over a year. The human in front of him had proven, thus far, to be the most capable drinker of the bunch. It was he who would face the fire. Jud would have his chance to prove mastery before the world. It was a shame he wasn't warned beforehand.
"Well..." Jud said, lifting the sealed jar closer to his face, to study the contents within the glass. Was his face already burning? He felt hot, his hand tingled as he put the jar back down to the bar. He leaned back pondering if he should drink it, or cut his loses. with a deep huff the Old Sith finally nodded his head. "Well, it isn't like it will kill me, right?" He asked aloud, hoping in a way that someone would pipe up and tell him he was wrong. His hand clasped the jar and the other the lid, and with a little elbow grease the lid gave an audible pop of suction.
The reaction was almost instantaneous as soon as the lid was lifted off and placed on the bar. Jud's eye started to sting and water, his nose started to tingle and when he took a breath it strung at the back or his parched throat. The Sith took this information in as he watched a fly buzz dangerously close to the jar and spontaneously combust into a comet before fizzling out. "Oh, good..." Jud said sarcastically, as his hand gingerly clasped the jar and brought it closer to his face. His eyes teared up unwillingly, and he tried not to breath as he put the lip if the jar to his lips.  |
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Cuyan Skirata
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Post by Cuyan Skirata on Feb 24, 2014 20:37:15 GMT -8
"It is good to be at a rodeo again."
Reyn smiled, happy to see Shia dancing and smiling. He saw Corr at the bar, and thought he would catch up on news of the clans. Still puffing his cigar and draining the bag of tihaar, he called for a Narcolethe and leaned against the bar next to Corr.
"Su'cuy vod. What news from the clans?"
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Liya Tawaza
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Post by Liya Tawaza on Feb 24, 2014 20:40:35 GMT -8
The words seemed to put Baylan at ease, and he simply tipped his whiskey glance in response, glancing around furtively while he rubbed his head. He began to open his mouth to respond, but thought better of it at the looks he received from Dante and Arcturus. At Liya's words, Dante simply snorted and stood from his seat.=Dante= "Please - it is the mark of a truly beautiful and graceful woman to be radiant regardless of what she is wearing. The fact you make something you deem unpresentable into something of elegance is a testament to this fact, and, may I add, has been done with far more success than some of the others here..." As he spoke, he stared at her boots, aye, men's boots they were; and found the ordeal most endearing. Arcturus just rolled his eyes at the words, and muttered something about "Someone not having been to Serenno in too long" whatever that meant. Still, Arcturus gave the oddest of smiles, and simply turned to Baylan, finally, and mercifully, filling in the newcomer with details of the event. Frowning, Dante cleared his throat, and Arcturus shot Dante a questioning look, cutting the conversation short.=Arcturus= "...Yes?" =Dante= "...Am I free to go master?" =Arcturus= "Oh good GOD. I was your master, what, a hundred years ago? Get over your daddy complex. Go. Mingle. *Insert animated hand flutter* Dance." Rolling his eyes, Dante turned from Arcturus and eyed the ballroom, before turning back to Liya. Giving a slight bow, he held his right arm flat against his chest, and held out his left hand in offering.=Dante= "...Would you indulge an old Count who is far out of practice in a dance? Far be it that the Fel crew, and company, should drink the place dry before the festivities even start." It was, perhaps, an odd side of Dante. A Dante from Serenno - a Dante of Counts, courts, diplomacy, and refinement; far different from the near insane and unstable Dante, so prone to violence and ill temperament. Maybe it was a hint of things to come in future stories. Maybe, it was a sad hail to side of character that would always be just...out of reach; forever dying, but never dead. Or maybe...maybe Dante just liked to dance. Whatever the reason, Arcturus simply rolled his eyes, pointing at each individual in the group, and filling Baylan in on the histories of each. Pointing at Arcturus, Baylan shot Arcturus an inquisitive look, and Arcturus just shrugged. Barely audible, one could just hear him reply...=Arcturus= "I have no idea how many spoons that would take. Maybe you should try forks." Ah. Poor Baylan. Perhaps he WASN'T being educated afterall...indeed, after a few short minutes he looked even more confused as ever, his drinks disappearing ever more rapidly as Arcturus spoke. |
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Post by The Major on Feb 24, 2014 21:01:50 GMT -8
"What a strange confederacy we have here. If I imagined your lives as written text, and tried to read this narrative, I'd most kindly have a point to make. Oh. My head hurts." She said, apparently towards Tess.
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Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Feb 24, 2014 21:16:04 GMT -8
"What a strange confederacy we have here. If I imagined your lives as written text, and tried to read this narrative, I'd most kindly have a point to make. Oh. My head hurts." She said, apparently towards Tess. Tess' s eyes narrowed. "It's not my fault you're an alcoholic sociopath. " |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2014 22:24:02 GMT -8
The mood was set by the beats and tunes of the bands and the low lights, well, that and the copious amounts of booze. SIlently, Baylan looked about the room with owl like eyes, seemingly having given up on trying to understand, and just content with experiencing for a while. Little did he know that this, too, was a tradition; there were always three characters in the Sorrows family at all times, representing three different aspects of the writers consciousness. Arcturus, the good one, though impulsive and childish. Dante, the dark one, utterly loyal, though prone to extremes of emotion. And lastly, the neutral - Baylan, weak, fearful, though always aspiring to be something more. Baylan being the newest, it was something of a tradition started long ago to keep the newest in the dark, that is, until the oldest moved on. There was a time when Arcturus had been kept in the dark by a different of characters, Dax and Kell, and there would probably be a time when Baylan would continue that tradition. Maybe. Eyes scanning the crowd, Baylan met Liya's gaze briefly, and noting how intense it was quickly looked away in embarrassment. It soon drifted back though, and his brow furrowed...something about her seemed, familiar almost...was it the color eyes? No...that wasn't it. Maybe it was...oh! Ohhhh...
Silently, Baylan brought a hand up and scratched the corner of his eye, as if removing some piece of detritus, and gave a wink.
Dante, meanwhile, took Liya's hand, and just rolled his eyes. "Great and noble Count? Not in many years, and I'm afraid I pale in comparison to mister head of the house over there." He nodded his head towards Arcturus, who was once again talking animatedly about...something...to Baylan. "As for the flattery, we'll see, there's certain rules and decorum to be observed after all." A wink of his own, a few steps into the room, and suddenly the pair was off into a more clear section of the dance floor. Giving Liya an odd look, Dante smirked slightly, and gave a small bow. "Nothing too raucous, Miss Tawaza, I am a married man after all." The music started then in their little corner of the room, a nice, slow, and dignified Valzer, or waltz, from Serenno. Many strings, some winds, it was overall a little more mournful than the party warranted...but it somehow seemed to suite Dante and Arcturus' dress. Taking Liya's hand and slipping an arm around her waist, he took the lead - naturally - into a traditional Serennian court waltz, an elegant affair that was all circles, twirls, and occasional dips. It went on for some minutes, the pair swaying and twirling in ever wider circles, until eventually the music drew to a close, and Dante released her and gave a closing bow. "My my, someone seems to still remember a few things. Thank you or indulging me." There was a pause as Dante straightened, smoothing out his jacket, and then a sad look, almost bitter. "Shame I'm going to try and kill all of you. But, you never know...play your cards right, and maybe you guys can save me. Maybe. What I've come to learn though, is that there's rarely a happy ending for a Sorrows...we all die in tragedy, you know? Thats why our last name is what it is." Another bow, and he took his leave, walking into the crowd, he seemed to fizzle out of existence, returning to whatever dimension he came from...and forgetting the entire experience here at the party.
Watching him leave, Arcturus just sighed a little, and reached over and picked up Dante's glass of wine, polishing it off quickly. "Poor guy. Never could come to terms with the Sorrows curse."
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Post by Liya Tawaza on Feb 24, 2014 23:42:10 GMT -8
Dante needn't have worried about my intentions. He was already edging me out of my comfort zone. "Of course not. This is just a little practice, right?" For all his self-deprecation, Dante was a masterful dancer, and, because he made the waltz steps look so easy and fluid, he was a good teacher as well. My mind rarely forgot anything I saw, and so it did not take long for me to capture the sequence. From there, with the relatively slow pace of the music, it was a simple matter of playing back what we had done on the previous pass. The music was incredibly sad but incredibly beautiful --- more fitting, I suspect, for Dante's own life and family, than for the occasion that had brought us together. I actually managed, at least for a few moments, to focus my over-analytical mind on the music and the story it told, rather than on tagging potential threats as they swayed and twirled around us.
As the music came to an end, so did the lapse in attention, and as Dante bowed and thanked me, I could feel my face reddening considerably. "You're quite welcome, Mr. Demici." I paused to remove a quantity of hair from my eyes, and the sarcastic smirk returned with my next words. "How can you kill me, though? I'm already dead, I have the papers to prove it. It might be pretty hard to do it a second time." That was better. I was responding flippantly to a threat against my life. Now I felt a little more like myself again.
"Don't be so pessimistic, just because your family has a tragic past doesn't mean that past has to define your future ---." I replied as he turned and made his rather mysterious exit.I gazed at the spot where he had disappeared, a trifle disappointed, and wondered whether that last piece of wisdom was something I said to comfort him, or because I was still trying to believe in it myself. "--- Goodbye." I finished awkwardly.
Returning to the bar, I ordered a glass of wine almost at random, and commandeered Dante's abandoned seat in time to catch Arcturus' last remark. "It's amazing how he holds out hope that his wife is still alive, after all these years. He calls himself a married man, but it's almost certain that he is a widower." I sighed, and sampled the deep red wine that had just been handed to me. It was silky smooth, with a rich, chocolate-y undertone. "I didn't know Palpatine's Empire first hand, but I've heard enough stories. The long term survival rate for slaves, especially females, is grim. I fear what Dante may do when he realizes the truth."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2014 0:13:50 GMT -8
"A widower? Probably. But Firrerreo mate for life...until the day comes that he sees her body, he won't accept anything less, and won't move on. That's what I saw in Dante, so very long ago...he has the capacity to surpass me in power, not because he's the best duelist, or the most powerful, but because of that iron will...a seeming grudge against the universe, always trying to get revenge for being born. He'll spend hundreds of years looking for that woman if he has to, killing anything in his way, plotting schemes that take decades to be fulfilled...he devotes his entire being to one purpose, and will die trying to fulfill that purpose. And once his mind is set...nothing stops him. He'll run toward it with all his might; cut off his legs and he'll crawl; cut off his arms and he'll use his teeth to pull himself across the ground..." Arcturus shook his head slowly, and smiled. Sharing some private joke with himself. Waving for another glass of brightly colored alcohol, Arcturus just sighed at Liya's summation of the Empire. "Dante is...the most dangerous of my sons. I trained him in deception and illusion...skills that are even more useful to a species with such a long life span. Jace, my youngest son, keeps him in check...but I fear the loss of his wife will make him uncontrollable, even with Jace." Arcturus smiled idly, and shrugged. "That, or it will just break him. Even Dante can only go so far, grudge or not. Regardless...be very, very careful Tawaza...very careful indeed." With a mischievous wink, Arcturus nodded at the dance floor. "Ah, but this is the happiest I've seen him in some time. I remember a time when he danced and chased after Countesses on Serenno...I do believe you did him a great favor. Shame he won't remember it."
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Feb 25, 2014 7:39:46 GMT -8
As Ice, Jena, and Lyssa made their way through the crowd toward the bar, Ice heard a voice she hadn't heard in a few years. One she'd never thought she'd hear again. Just as she turned around strong arms swept her up in a big bear hug. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she laughed. "Reyn! By the Gods, I never thought I'd ever see you again! You look amazingly well for an old dead guy. You should come have a drink with us." She grinned with a teasing sparkle in her eyes. Reyn had been one of the few Mando's she knew and respected - and by some twist of fate and a long drawn out story that we won't get into right now, he was hers and Jena's ancestor. When he set her down on the floor again she gave him a kiss on the cheek and pulled him toward the bar. She was about to order a drink when another woman, a Zabrak (Aya), introduced herself. Arching an eyebrow at the woman, Ice was confused at first by the womans notion that she knew her father. Looking a little perplexed, Ice drank down the shot of whiskey the bartender placed in front of her. Eying the woman, Ice realized who the womans father might be."Your father? That wouldn't by any chance be The Admiral, would it?" She asked, with interest, as she took three of more shots from the bartender and handed them to Jena, Lyssa, and Reyn....... -Aya That would in fact be correct. draining her own glass of strange fluid, she turns to the only male in the group.Greetings again Reyn, it has been a while. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2014 7:56:50 GMT -8
Eventually Jade made her way over to the bar and slipped gracefully onto a stool. She tapped the counter absentmindedly with her fingers, tracing the patterns in the grain of the wood. Then she looked up and finally ordered a Corellian ale, noticing that Eralam, Major, and someone called Tess were just down the way. -Z'har I have a gift for you.At this his other hand produced a single Alba rose.-Z'har It would seem I have a habit of giving you roses, however I felt I should save that certain colour for more special occasions. After all, the mere gathering of the most powerful & influential beings in the galaxy doesn't quite compare. The light tone of the last statement made it clear he was making a small joke at the expense of those present, himself included. |
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Corr
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Post by Corr on Feb 25, 2014 11:07:43 GMT -8
Corr snorted under his breath at the mention of the clans, straightening from his ease to stretch languidly. Pulling a tobacco pouch from a pocket he began to refill his pipe as he addressed Reyn's question.
"Tratyc, ner tat..."
His tone was resigned, holding an abstract pain that was hard to pinpoint. Done packing his cone he returned to his leaning position, idly fingering the brandy glass as he continued.
"In light of the debacle caused by this so-called holy war the clans will likely fragment and go their own way again..."
Placing the pipe in his mouth he struck a match on his chin and lit the bowl. Speaking around the device, smoke wreathing his face to once again give it a demonic aspect, visor burning a devilish red, his tone became stern and forceful.
"A good thing if you ask me. We have had nothing but trouble trying to unite under one banner, the Kry'bes a poisoned chalice these days..."
He sighed heavily, removing the pipe and holding it in his left hand as he lifted his brandy in his right.
"Vhett will do as it has always done. Fall back to Concord Dawn and attend to our affairs. I was careful to keep most of the clan separate from this madness, following Cassus' lead and remaining neutral from galactic war..."
He shook his head sadly, raising the glass to his lips.
"It was devotion to duty and the Resol'nare that drew me in."
He fell silent for a moment before downing the fiery liquid. Setting the gglass down and gesturing for a refill he seemed to shake off the morbid mood.
"What of you, ruug'la sol? How is death treating you?"
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Cuyan Skirata
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Post by Cuyan Skirata on Feb 25, 2014 15:00:36 GMT -8
Reyn grimaced when Corr's report matched his concerns. His people did not learn as well as they should.
"I warned them what acting like an empire would bring. Times are not what they were, the grand crusades are far behind us now. A shame none would listen. Who wears the helm now?"
Reyn had another drink, beginning to feel a slight tingle, and took another long drag of his cigar.
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Corr
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Post by Corr on Feb 25, 2014 15:21:21 GMT -8
He shrugged as he watched the bardroid refill his glass, jaw working as he puffed on the pipe wedged twixt his teeth. Nodding his thanks to the silent machine he picked up the drink and turned to lean with his elbows on the bar, looking out at the twirling figures on the dance floor.
"After the debacles at Yavin and Kuat who knows..."
He shook his head again, amusement creeping into his tone.
"That madman Ashrah still perhaps. That barve is very hard to decamp never mind kill."
He shrugged again as he removed the pipe from his lips.
"What does it matter? The empire is no more so the Kry'bes don't mean a damn thing now."
He lifted the glass and nodded his head to the other man, mouthing the ritualistic toast of their people.
"Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum."
Corr smiled, thinking it particularly apt him actually saying it to a dead man. Its a funny old world, wot? He drained the glass and held it nonchalantly in his hand as he continued to watch the dancers.
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Post by Cuyan Skirata on Feb 25, 2014 15:45:38 GMT -8
Reyn smiled, touched by the gesture and raised his glass to Corr.
"Health to your clan ner'vod. I fear my time will soon be up here. Please, excuse me."
Reyn bowed and headed off, his mood slightly darkened. It was a sad time for his people.
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Post by Corr on Feb 25, 2014 16:18:02 GMT -8
Corr watched him go, saddened that he'd had to relay such ill tidings. Though what choice did he have? He wasn't exactly going to lie about the sad state of affairs, nor was he one to sugar coat such things. No. It was best Reyn heard it from him, and heard it straight. Turing back to the bar Corr positioned himself on the stool, elbows resting on the bars surface, and held out his glass for a refill. He thought of Cassus and Amy, of Sidara and Jaro, all so far away from here. He thought of the good times and the bad, the light and the dark, the happy and the sad...
"We had some good times here, cyar'ika..."
He didn't know to whom he spoke, or what he meant, only that words seemed appropriate. His posture sad, his faceless expression whimsical, he raised his glass again, eyes rising to some heaven only he could see...
"Mando'ad draar digu..."
{A Mandalorian never forgets...}
He downed the drink, swaying slightly as he struggled to set it down on the bar with adequate skill. He smiled winsomely and he waved a hand for the bardroids attention.
"Adol tion'tuur haryc b'aalyc."
{Even when drunk.}
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