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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2015 4:34:17 GMT -8
Although Rebecca had not orignally planned to be at the sithies, she had decided at the last minute to show up, since she had had a nomination this year, not that her and Zion's work had won an award, but it was good to see it have been nominated anyway, as she made her way out of a hoverlimo, dressed in the only dress she had for these sorts of occasions, mostly since her writer was too lazy to find anything different and photoshop it to perfection. She quickly made her way up the red carpet and into the hall, before finding where Zion, Summer, Winter, Bahamut, and Fenrir were all seated"Hurry up! I got us a table and everything!" Rebecca She then lead the group across the Main Hall and into the Theatre itself
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Post by The Sithies Admin on Feb 21, 2015 6:34:09 GMT -8
during a brief break, the screens around the Main Hall and those being projected on the outside of the building played the following video
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2015 7:37:29 GMT -8
Accepting Morgan's hand with a smile when she reaches for mine, I let her guide me back towards the bar where her father and the others are gathered, waving with her when we arrive.
Tchin, my right lekku, swings back and forth behind my back to gather the momentum required for it to make a last swing up onto my left shoulder, where it proceeds to curl around the front of my neck with its prehensile tip draped over my right shoulder while I pat Franz on the shoulder as I greet him with a smile, "So nice of you to join us. And, I nod towards those that have accompanied him, you both as well. Noting that ushers have begun ushering attendees towards the theatre, I nod when Andros suggests that we begin making our way there ourselves, saying, It looks as though that is where we're wanted," and then begin making the trek to the theatre.
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Aedon Gavin Montrose
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Post by Aedon Gavin Montrose on Feb 21, 2015 8:05:14 GMT -8
*The corners of Logann's lips twitched into brief flashes of frowns as their fallen comrades were mentioned and the glasses were clinked.* *He totally hadn't thought of that, overtaken by joy that he'd crossed paths with his brother and the Bothan crewmate once more. How many of them were left? Where were they all now? Did some of them even want to come back?* *His mind switched to happier thoughts as he downed the scotch, then he grinned at the compliments to his taste in ale and he spread his arms.* Got used to the stuff after a while. It was... well, the only thing I'd wanted. But I guess I've grown fond of it. *He smirked, then surveyed the hall.* Well then, what fun activities shall we partake in tonight?
"Heh...I'm sure we'll manage to find something to get into around here..."
Taking another sip, he managed to spot an...unlikely pair, one of whom he hadn't expected to see in quite a while. He nearly spat out his drink, but, kept himself in check for the moment.This is black-tie, right? Fancy gowns and flashy heels and perfume an’ shit? Okay. Oblivious to anyone and everything except for the tunes blasting from the headphones tucked against her ears, Malora danced into the main hall, baggy sweatpants, bare feet, black hair an absolute bedtime mess, and an old red tank top with the words ‘I went to Mustafar and all I got was this horrible burnt flesh’ across the chest. In fact, the ‘off duty’ smuggler (because seriously, it’s like 2am and there’s no kriffin’ way I’m gonna spend twenty minutes scrolling the net for a sexy gown picture right now) made it all the way to the nearest bar before she realized she was at the Sithies and not back in her bedroom. “This shindig again?” Malora moved one end of the headphones off her left ear, taking quick stock of the gathered peeps in all their sexy-glam glory as she busted another ridiculous move. “Oooh. Underdressed.” She spun on the spot, popped a hip-sway, and snapped her fingers at the bartender. “POW! Don’t care.” A grin. “Hit me with a chocolate milk, yo! Make it yummy.” Because he totally knew what that meant. This was the Sithies. These bar people are magic. As he plunked the frosty glass down in front of her, he added a few liberal shots of something 'yummy', and Mal tossed a straw into the mix. "I'd tip you, but apparently all my credits are back in reality, so... hmm." She paused her dancing, taking a sip, and patted her non existent pockets. The tender looked on expectantly. "Uh...oh! Here." She disappeared below the bar for a moment, shakin' her booty the whole way down to pluck the little silver toe ring from her foot. "Mazel tov, give your fake girlfriend a present." With a smile and a nod, Mal deposited the jewelry on the counter in front of him and nudged her headphone back over her left ear, rolled up the volume, and bounced to the beat on the spot as she sucked down all the cold chocolate yummy-spiked goodness.
*But that would be something for a later time. For now, there was a party to get to!
The tan-furred Bothan followed his Captain's gaze with some manner of proficiency. Spotting the other members of Fel's crew, he shook his head ever-so-lightly. He knew what effect that devil-woman, Malora, had on Aedon. It was a challenge to keep him from going off the deep end every time they got tangled up. But, surprisingly, Aedon didn't seem perturbed by them at all.Raising an eyebrow, he simply took another sip of his scotch - which he didn't really care for, but hey, it was liquor - and continued watching the crowd in silence. |
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Post by Lanette Shan Terr on Feb 21, 2015 8:46:46 GMT -8
"Crazy stuff? What kind of crazy stuff?"
The young embodied AI could not stop smiling. It never even occurred to her that she should try. Then, something dawned on her.
"Wait, you've been here before?"
She turned on him, jumping up and down excitedly.
"Show me around! I wanna see everything!!"
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Liya Tawaza
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Post by Liya Tawaza on Feb 21, 2015 8:49:30 GMT -8
Waving a hand when Liya says that she could be told about the whole Fel in Stormie armor thing, Connie grins and says chipperly, "Nah, I'll let him 'splain in when ya see him, if, ya know, ya see him, or I guess when ya see him, whether that's here or out there ona boards. Giggling when Liya 'splains 'bout how Epicanthix are all immune ta the whole Force mind trickery stuff, Connie says, 'Course I know that! Pffft, who doesn't, like, know that, right? It was jussa a joke. Cool! Connie says when Liya says she'll join her an' the Umgul crew. Before they can make their way over though, a couple'a things happen, one being the arrival of Wade and 'Rana, which causes Connie to squeal in delight, Hey, it's some'a the rest'a the Fel crew! Yay! An' they're in jammies! That's, like, totally cool! Next year's Sithies should have a jammie theme! *Tom had merely been passing by the talking women when the middle-aged man standing at a little over six feet stopped and took notice of the woman who was a little taller than he was. Curious, he stopped to briefly examine her. Certain features of hers... Yes, most obviously her height, but other, more subtle details. He smiled to himself and stood in front of her.*Apologies if I seem rude, I was merely a little curious, and if my suspicions are correct... You are Epicanthix, are you not? "I am. What's it to you?" I held the death gaze a second longer, but then my face softened. Connie was babbling again, and my writer was too amused by the whole sequence to let me stay angry. Ordinarily, I would have jumped to the conclusion that some xenophobic outburst was about to follow from this stranger, and have already planned six different ways to maim or kill him, but the Sithies always seemed to switch off some of that instinct in me.Then a tall dude that's rockin' a mustache come up an' asks Lya if she's an Epicanthix, to which Connie replies while giving the dude that's worried about bein' rude a thumbs up, Got it in one duder! Go you with your mad recognizin' alien species skills! Tiltin' her head to the side and lookin' at the dude with a speculative squint, Connie guesses, Normal human, right? Introducing Liya, Connie gestures from mustache dude to Liya as she smiles and says, Liya Tawaza, mustache guy. Mustache guy, Liya Tawaza. I'm Connie, 'cept when I'm Tehia, or sometimes Anzhelina, dependin', ya know, on, like, who ya ask or where I'm at an' all." "I don't believe I'm familiar with your work, Mustache Guy." We didn't seem to be making much progress in actually joining the rest of the Umgul characters, despite Connie's invitation. But perhaps that was just as well, since out of the corner of my eye, I'd already seen at least one slap and one punch among their group. I absolutely wanted to meet the well-known group, but I wasn't about to get drawn into some domestic quarrel, either. Not on a night like this.Glancing around the room once more as some of the crowd began to filter toward the Theatre, I picked out a familiar Zeltron face (Aedon), and a momentary look of surprise jumped into my face. The Sithies always brought old faces out of hiding. |
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Ljiljana Jankovic
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Post by Ljiljana Jankovic on Feb 21, 2015 8:51:54 GMT -8
There is that thing right now that is bothering me ... Are you experienced enough? Lifting my sunglasses to look at that billboard, and I look like crap, I admit, I do not even know where I am or where this is, Oh nope, that is the logo from that club last night ...
I have been sneezing earlier, someone has been talking about me, there are the culprit, slapping baby girl and Lyov's arm for no reason at all but just ... "Stop talking about me, Winking at the pair and greeting everyone there that I know from that story in Umgul even if I have not met Madieke in universe yet. I feel like crap hence the sunglasses, the lights are too bright."
Looking at hot stuff since he could very well do something about that matter, I slap his arm gently. "Be useful hot stuff, and fix me up before we head to the theater, you are a doctor, da?!"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2015 8:59:35 GMT -8
Her jaw dropping when she spots a familiar face heading into the theatre, Connie jumps up and down, waving her hands as she goes into fan-girl mode again, momentarily rendered speechless. Only momentarily rendered speechless, Connie tells Liya and Mustache Guy at an exuberantly elated and excited and rapid clip, "OhmygoshIgottagoIjustlikesawsomeonethatIlikeabsollulleyhaftagoandseeI'llseeyaguysinnatheatrelaterOK?OKbye!" Bolting towards the theatre as though an angry Rancor or something equally frightening is on her heels, the tiny, pale-skinned Nagai holds her dress us as she manages to bolt even in the the stupid high heels she is wearing so that she isn't quite as tiny as she normally is when not wearing ridiculously high heels.
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Crystal Kayne
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Post by Crystal Kayne on Feb 21, 2015 9:06:31 GMT -8
You won't give me any reason to regret suggesting you have a drink, will you?
"Very but a pity that a few have not arrived just yet." Pouting softly and knowing that it could or could not happen for Mace and/ or even Raan's appearance, she'd actually like that to happen.
But the arrival of her brother, and Franz along with Lily who was wearing black sunglasses made her smirk in amusement. "You were there? And you did not call, really Jankovic, did they play our current hometown's theme song?"
Taking a sip of her wine while looking at Lyov, they could certainly become friends, hopefully in the long run once all that thing was cleared back home but either way, the story was the story, this was the Sithies and they were all friends, family even. "Uh, Atlantis, a creepy guy is standing behind you..." Looking at AJoker in amusement before shaking her head. "If he sucker punches you, don't take it personally, he has a phobia of clowns."
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Post by Delaana Wan on Feb 21, 2015 9:23:48 GMT -8
"Where am I, and what am I wearing...? Delaana just got there, not because she was nominated for anything, but only because she was to be supportive.
Scanning the area, she noticed a few people that she knew, and she also did read back more or less, her secret was out, at least in this version of reality, but at least her cover had not been blown yet in uni. Walking towards Elika after waving her hand at every, Lana placed a hand onto Elika's shoulder.
"So... Yep, Andros planted me there apparently... But it doesn't mean that I won't be honest about my feelings in the long run. In any case, shall we head to the theater to cheer on the nominees and winners?
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Post by Eliana Shan on Feb 21, 2015 9:25:42 GMT -8
She offered a return nod to the bare-chested man, signaling to the bartender for two more for the two of them, then turning back to the man beside her.. who was currently downing two more shots of that weird blue stuff.
"This stuff does not have the same kick to it as it used to. But hey, it'll do the trick eventually."
"Where do I know you from?"
He looked at her and just smiled. "C'mon, Elly, you'll figure it out. You always were the smartest one of them all."
She raised an eyebrow, eyeing him suspiciously, her left hand flexing to start the emitters up just in c-..
"Oh, come on! You think I don't know about those? I'm the one who put them there! You're meant to be the brains, Elly, not the brawn. Use what I gave you, hun!"
It took her just a moment to realize that she had been the one to put those emitters there, and that meant that, in this Sithies-inspired atmosphere, there was only one possible explanation.
"You chakaar! You killed me!"
He winced slightly, then smirked with a sorrowful gleam in his eyes. "Yeah, but I brought you back.."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2015 9:57:12 GMT -8
Nodding with a laugh when Crystal clarifies that it is only strong drinks that might lead to her dancing on the counters, Lyov pats her hand and jokes, "Well then, we'll just have to do what we can to see that you stick to wine for the evening then, no? Looking over at Ljiljana when she slaps his arm, Lyov smiles as he points at Crystal and says with all of the seriousness he can muster, She started it. It is good to see you Miss Jankovic, Lyov tells her, and then when Delaana joins them as well, adds, and you as well Miss Wan. Standing when Crystal suggests that they make their way to the theater, Lyov offers her his arm and smiles as he says, We shall." Glancing over his shoulder to see where Helaine has gotten off to, Lyov inclines his head in the direction of the theater to let her know that their group is heading that way and then begins making his way there.
Clapping when Morgan spins to show off her dress after stating that she likes the color purple, Helaine smiles as she says, "Well, you are very beautiful in the color Morgan." Following Master Roma and Morgan to the bar, Helaine then joins the group as they all make the move to the theater.
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Atlantis Vyridian
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Post by Atlantis Vyridian on Feb 21, 2015 10:03:09 GMT -8
Atlantis had shaken his head to Connie to say that he wasn't going to hint at all who was winning that category for Best Female character. But then she had soon gone to do he did not know, since he had a hard time following right now truth be told,
Peka!
"Nah you are not later, it's the trend, just showing up when you can right? Who cares we are only here to ha—..." His sentence trailed off when he saw that AJoker behind him, that got Atlantis to laugh, only because his author right now was laughing.
Oooo the recurrent joke. DO YOU WANT TO KNOW HOW I GOT THESE SCARS?!
Atlantis wiggled his eyebrows in return and started at the AJoker playfully surprisingly, despite what Crystal has said, he no longer had that much of a phobia of clowns.
"I am doing it right, you Asstrlian! You know that it all started from chat, which reminds me, I got the sinceriously hoodie." Atlantis wiggled his eyebrows obnoxiously again before smiling widely.
Considering that they were being ushered to the theater and apparently Lily felt like crap, something about their current hometown theme song...? Oh right that!!! And with the glass of whatever he was drinking in hand, he danced it off towards the theater. "C'mon everyone I got an award to present in five hours and half!!!"
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Post by Jake Palmer Calmcacil on Feb 21, 2015 10:45:16 GMT -8
"Crazy stuff? What kind of crazy stuff?" The young embodied AI could not stop smiling. It never even occurred to her that she should try. Then, something dawned on her."Wait, you've been here before?" She turned on him, jumping up and down excitedly."Show me around! I wanna see everything!!" Yeah, a couple times! Haven't won anything, but that's okay. I'm nominated for Best Male Character, and so's my dad, and Morgan's nominated for Best Female Character! I hope they win... *He didn't feel entirely confident in his ability to win, especially considering who he was up against. Him? Best Male? He was just a little boy! Everyone else were established men, with deep history and such. Far as he was concerned, he stood no chance, but his dad certainly had one!
Jake watched her jump and down excitedly, smiling, finding it cute. She wanted to see more... and just in time too, as ushers directed people into the theater. Jake grinned and took her hand.*Well let's go then! *He led her to the theater by the hand, blushing a little as he did so.* |
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Tom Klanzo
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Post by Tom Klanzo on Feb 21, 2015 11:31:37 GMT -8
I met the questioner with a cold stare. "I am. What's it to you?" I held the death gaze a second longer, but then my face softened. Connie was babbling again, and my writer was too amused by the whole sequence to let me stay angry. Ordinarily, I would have jumped to the conclusion that some xenophobic outburst was about to follow from this stranger, and have already planned six different ways to maim or kill him, but the Sithies always seemed to switch off some of that instinct in me.Then a tall dude that's rockin' a mustache come up an' asks Lya if she's an Epicanthix, to which Connie replies while giving the dude that's worried about bein' rude a thumbs up, Got it in one duder! Go you with your mad recognizin' alien species skills! Tiltin' her head to the side and lookin' at the dude with a speculative squint, Connie guesses, Normal human, right? Introducing Liya, Connie gestures from mustache dude to Liya as she smiles and says, Liya Tawaza, mustache guy. Mustache guy, Liya Tawaza. I'm Connie, 'cept when I'm Tehia, or sometimes Anzhelina, dependin', ya know, on, like, who ya ask or where I'm at an' all." "I don't believe I'm familiar with your work, Mustache Guy." We didn't seem to be making much progress in actually joining the rest of the Umgul characters, despite Connie's invitation. But perhaps that was just as well, since out of the corner of my eye, I'd already seen at least one slap and one punch among their group. I absolutely wanted to meet the well-known group, but I wasn't about to get drawn into some domestic quarrel, either. Not on a night like this.Glancing around the room once more as some of the crowd began to filter toward the Theatre, I picked out a familiar Zeltron face (Aedon), and a momentary look of surprise jumped into my face. The Sithies always brought old faces out of hiding. It's a pleasure to meet you Connie, and you as well, Miss Tawaza. *He shook her offered hand, and even offered Connie a handshake as well.*My name is Tom. I did not mean to intrude, I simply haven't had the pleasure of meeting very many Epicanthix. My apprentice is an Epicanthix, and I've met his family as well. They are good, strong people. *Mostly. Probably best not to mention that their sister was a darksider, trained by another Epicanthix, and their father was a Sith... but those details weren't important. Far as he was concerned, a few sour grapes weren't going to ruin the whole bunch, and Zemear more than made up for the ill-intentioned individuals on his own, let alone his brother and mother as well.
It seemed the ushers were directing people toward the theater, so Tom took a step back and smiled warmly.*Well, it seems we're wanted elsewhere, if I am a bother I will let you go your own ways, but it was a pleasure to meet you both. *Something he barely managed to get off before Connie bounded off toward the theater herself quite... sporadically. An excitable one, her.* |
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Aerandir Calmcacil
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Feb 21, 2015 11:43:25 GMT -8
That said Andros focused onto Aerandir and smirked knowingly since he did see the action of the character there and the proud expression from Cassie over there also. "Michael, be proud of that, you are the only one that has that title and that makes you an Elitist Jerk, like me, and all of us, I think?
But oh hai, shouldn't we go to the theater or something I heard an award had been announced already and yadda yadda, congrats to Jensin, awesome work, that makes him an elitist now as well! Eyup." Please, we're all elitist here, now let's go be elitist in the theater. *He took baby Lucy from Cassie so as to give her arms a break and gestured toward the theater, the two of them heading in so that they could more fully enjoy the awards presentations...* |
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Post by Logann Renji Montrose on Feb 21, 2015 12:07:05 GMT -8
Looking around, Aedon knew just the sort of "activities" he wanted to partake in. There was no shortage of beautiful women there at the event. And the more he looked around, the more he felt like it was time he kicked off the night with all manner of flirtation and desire. Taking a long drink from his finely-aged glass of scotch, he flashed a smile at his brother, indicating with a nod toward the crowd.
"Heh...I'm sure we'll manage to find something to get into around here..."
Taking another sip, he managed to spot an...unlikely pair, one of whom he hadn't expected to see in quite a while. He nearly spat out his drink, but, kept himself in check for the moment.A blast from the past, as it were. Funny how Aedon could mean that literally with every single word. The idea that Karana was here meant that the rest of the Fel crew likely wouldn't be far behind. As a point of fact, Aedon could've sworn he'd seen the fiery redhead, Liya, walk in not but a few moments ago. He made a mental note to say hello to her later. Aedon dared to laugh a little at Karana's getup. He knew of none other that would scream "KRIFF THE RULES" than the raven-haired little punk that he grew up with on Coruscant. Aedon missed that mentality. He'd had to tear his former persona out of him and replace it with someone that he - come to think of it - didn't like. At all. A man who was obsessed with vengeance. Whose only care was going to be for those who were already long-gone, but still haunted his mind. And the few who were still living, who were being shuffled around like cards on a table. The Zeltron longed for a home. Where he could rest his weary legs and finally contend with the demons that plagued him.*
*But that would be something for a later time. For now, there was a party to get to!
The tan-furred Bothan followed his Captain's gaze with some manner of proficiency. Spotting the other members of Fel's crew, he shook his head ever-so-lightly. He knew what effect that devil-woman, Malora, had on Aedon. It was a challenge to keep him from going off the deep end every time they got tangled up. But, surprisingly, Aedon didn't seem perturbed by them at all.Raising an eyebrow, he simply took another sip of his scotch - which he didn't really care for, but hey, it was liquor - and continued watching the crowd in silence. I've known you for a while, bro, but never seen you almost spit out scotch because you saw a chick in her PJs. You know her or something'? |
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Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Feb 21, 2015 14:18:17 GMT -8
The Old Sith had managed to stay out of sight and mind; the hammock projecting it's dizzying rays of disillusion on only himself. He was drunk, drunk drunk, maybe too drunk to be drunk. A drunker drunk of drunk, if there ever was such a drunk... but now he was getting redundant, and in thinking that - thirsty.
Jud looked at the bottle in his hand and shook it. The absence of any sloshing goodness within bringing only a sigh of disappointment. He tossed it lazily with the rest; a clattering pile of excess and delight. The Sith's hand arched up, craning like the neck of some rapturous bird, moving from side to side as if surveying not only the contents of the bar-shelf, but the people beyond in their cacophony of dialog.
"Anything worth noting?" The Sith asked his own look-out hand, to which the hand shook a "no". "Ok then, the boozes, and something with some substance (Ha, a pun)." Jud asked, only to get a sidelong glare from his own hand. "Hey," he retorted, "I'm not the one who picked out the pre-made gallon of margaritas, was I?" His hand stayed locked on him for a moment before shaking it's "head" in utter contempt and going about the task it was ordered to do. It only took a couple of seconds before Jud's hand returned, and with a bottle of...
"Rodian's delight..." Jud breathed, the image on the bottle that of a compromisingly positioned Rodian; thankfully the type on the labeling obscured the worst of it. "You got me Rodian rot-gut, smut liquor?" He asked his hand with a stern face, to which his hand just nodded. Jud's free hand took the bottle from his errand-hand, and a smile parted the Old Sith's face. "Good call, I was feeling smutty." And without so much as a pause the bottle up ended into the Sith's face. "Whill's be damn!" Jud cursed, his face contorting into an unknown variation of emotions. "I'm not sure how I want to know the fermentation process..." He trailed off, turning the label away from his eye, as not to draw any further conclusions to such quandaries.
Jud shook his body and peaked out the back of the bar. "Well well well..." He said, spying an all too familiar feminine figure (Ice) in the distance. "Ninja time."
Jud grinned, took another swig, convulsed, grinned, then vanished.
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Sol Canto
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Post by Sol Canto on Feb 21, 2015 14:26:00 GMT -8
Sol Canto walked into the Main Hall. Any initial concern of creating a existential paradox of self-awareness was eclipsed by simple shyness and anxiety of talking to other people without making an idiot of himself. Though he attracted more than a fair share of positive attention while he attended the Imperial Academy, it was usually in a classroom, and any wit in conversation, including comedic banter, related to studies. He never attended “events” such as sports games or award ceremonies. On the other hand, he was always considered good company and never had any trouble finding dates. Of course, Sol wasn't here to find a date, his main purpose was to mingle and make contacts.
“Why do I find it easier to make contacts while killing people than in established social gatherings?” he thought to himself. “Perhaps I'm just not used to this context...”
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Plu Or'dinii
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Post by Plu Or'dinii on Feb 21, 2015 15:38:53 GMT -8
Pushing her dark grey half shelter cape back as she sits in the chair across from Plu, Neassa smiles unseen beneath her buy'ce as, guessing that it's alright to act as though their past is known to them both even though they have yet to get around to actually writing that shared past out, she greets him warmly, Buir! Me'vaar ti gar? *A bit of polish and some touch up to the paint on her red and black beskar'gam all the formal wear she felt needed for the occasion, Neassa glances around at the other attendees as she applauds the winners that are announced, spotting a few faces familiar to her even though she has yet to actually meet them in the version of reality existing outside of the Sithies. Perhaps she will go over and visit with them later, Neassa thinks as she returns her attention to Plu and switches to Basic as she asks him, So, which award will you be presenting? * The warrior exclaimed in surprise as he reached across the table and laid a hand on her wrist, giving it an affectionate squeeze. "Cuyi oyayc bal kandosii." ** Plu was thrilled to see her, as it had been months since their last meeting, and he had not been sure if he would be allowed to acknowledge her presence until their backstory was finished. But it seemed that the puppet-masters inside their heads thought there was no harm to be done, so long as the topic was not mined too deeply. "I am presenting the award for Best Male Character later this evening." His eyes twinkled. "Spoiler, you didn't win." Plu's author would like to point out that he was, of course, sworn to secrecy as to the actual winner, but Neassa was a girl and thus ineligible, and thus Plu was not giving anything away that was not already obvious ... yeah I don't know why I'm adding this ...."How have you been? Enjoying your adventure with the Draykon crew, I hope?" He took another long sip from the mug on tihaar.____
* Hurrah, hello, my dear daughter!
** I'm alive and awesome.
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