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Jan 22, 2017 16:11:29 GMT -8
Post by Lavinia Seri on Jan 22, 2017 16:11:29 GMT -8
*Lavi smiles nicely as she can at the man.*
No, its okay. I've had some time our in the forest here, it was quite relaxing. I feel okay now.
*She furrowed her brow at Dom's words to Farris, she leaned forwards to put a hand on his, a look of concern on her face.*
Live another day...? Are you dieing? Can I help?
*Her green gaze moving again to Farris as he patted her hand gently with a curious look on his face.*
Well, I can take your word for it Farris. Have him back to me? He can come and go when he wants, I have no monopoly on his time. His time is up to him.
*She leaned back in the booth, smiling warmly at the two of them. She didn't know who it was they were talking to, but they didn't really seem to get along so well. She looked across the room, taking in the young woman that Farris seemed at odds with. She tilts her head and with a friendly smile speaks softly at her.*
Why don't we all just form a book club, and share our books instead of stealing information from others books...?
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Jan 25, 2017 12:46:56 GMT -8
Post by Agent Dominion on Jan 25, 2017 12:46:56 GMT -8
Dominic was about to protest further, but put the case away, and stood with him, walking towards the 'Lobby' with Farris. He turned back quickly as he left the table towards Lavi, speaking to her, "Aren't we all dying a little each day?" And he would leave it at that. He wasn't fully trusting of her yet to give her more info. It wasn't that he thought she was some spy, but he didn't know how good she was at keeping secrets, and knowing something like this could be the right step to take down the Program if someone wanted to. To exploit it.
When Farris talked to Tanara about it, he would chime in with, "If you want to get to know somebody, you start talking to them, having a conversation. Don't be a stranger, Tanara." He followed Farris.
Once they were wherever they were going, Dominic would turn and say as discretely as he knew how, "I'm alright with returning the case. But the contents. You cannot get them in your system. Not that it would be wasting resources that I need, it's that I'm pretty sure it would kill you. At the very least, make us both dependable on the serum. Which then we both have a ticking clock."
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Jan 28, 2017 15:09:03 GMT -8
Post by Farris Argon Noble on Jan 28, 2017 15:09:03 GMT -8
Farris sighed slightly, not because Dominic was being difficult, but at the lack of faith Dominic had in Farris' intellect. It didn't really matter, the Polydroxol supposed. He motioned toward the closet he, himself, had rested quiet comfortably for at least half an hour without interruption.
Go in there, close the door and open the case- Take the vials out and put them in the cote. It is a medical cote after all.
Sure enough, Dominic would find all kinds of pockets of different sizes- some certainly meant for vials and syringes, even though he had the cote flipped around. Hidden pockets lined each side. It was something the Polydroxol had hung onto for years, having crafted it himself to fit his various...positions. Then I'll take the empty case back to the hotel. I suppose you can go where ever you want after that- but if anyone asks- tell them I'll meet them back at the villa. I had my own reasons for coming to Naboo- and it wasn't playing spy with you...though that was somewhat enjoyable- Nostalgic I suppose you could say.
He gave a small smile, leaning patiently against the wall, wondering if Dominic would continue to question him, or actually do what he was asked to do. Farris supposed he needed to explain part of the situation to Lavinia, so that she didn't feel like he was abandoning her like that other rodder she was following around. Honestly he couldn't understand why someone would just leave a woman like Lavi, all alone. She could be quite resourceful- and on top of that, she was nice... and pretty, he supposed, for a solid.
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Raven Alora
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Jan 28, 2017 15:51:36 GMT -8
Post by Raven Alora on Jan 28, 2017 15:51:36 GMT -8
The taxi ride back to the Inn was a lot less crazy than the trip to the space port. Raven could feel the conflict and dread in the Echani, but she didn't want to draw attention to it. She also didn't want to ask too many questions which might make Sinina more uncomfortable. Once they arrived at the Inn- Raven payed the cabby and and made her way into the Inn. Looking at Sinina, she gave a calming smile.
You look like you need some food....and a drink.
She said, giving the Echani woman a small pat on the shoulder.
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Jan 28, 2017 18:16:35 GMT -8
Post by Sinina Riso on Jan 28, 2017 18:16:35 GMT -8
*Sin looked out the window most of the ride back from the spaceport, her mind not with them in the speeder, nor did she say much, it was like she was lightyears away. She couldn't shake this odd feeling that she'd seen the last she would see of Jashin.
It wasn't even until Raven tapped her shoulder that she realized they'd even arrived. She looks up at Raven and throws her a smile, if Raven digged deeper, she'd know it was for her benefit, not for the young girls own. She climbed out of the speeder, and looked at the Inn, a drink may be a good idea. She walked with Raven inside, finding herself a place to sit at the table where they had departed from. She looks up at Raven with a curious look.*
Now I just need to find someone who can open my Datapad... I always forget how to get into it... More often then not I need someone to slice into it for me...
*She looked sidelong at her crate of belongings with a longing look, she bites her lip softly, hoping the tale sounded believable to perk any hacker to pip there interest and make them say something. The sooner that she found somebody the better she would feel.*
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Agent Dominion
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Jan 29, 2017 22:06:12 GMT -8
Post by Agent Dominion on Jan 29, 2017 22:06:12 GMT -8
Dominic did what he was told, taking each syringe out of the case, counting them as he went. 9 left, as he had used one already. Each one lasting for about 18 hours, that meant he had almost 7 days left... He needed to use that time wisely. To get more would be his top priority. Which meant he had two options. Get back in the good graces of the Program... Or steal some from Agents who come after him. Getting rid of the need to use the virus would be better, but he wasn't sure how to do that, if it was even possible for him at this point. He had been using this for so many years... He wasn't sure if it was possible for him to be treated.
After it was all vacated, he would shut the case and hand it back to Farris, then deeply sigh. "I don't know what I'm going to do, forget where." As much as he had seemed like a stone cold Agent before, he was certainly looking like a confused individual now.
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Jan 31, 2017 12:06:31 GMT -8
Post by Thea Lockwood on Jan 31, 2017 12:06:31 GMT -8
*Pizza. That was good, right? Actually Atton couldn't remember ever eating something like this before. It wasn't as if the Jedi were adverse to many varieties of food, given the multiple races that comprised the Order, but this was one of the cuisines he had yet to sample. How strange that it had taken him this long to encounter such a thing.*"You should try Corellian ale sometime." *He took the ale from Thea and took a swig. It was a little flat, but booze was booze and he was a guest in Thea's house so there would be no complaints from him. Although it did make him pine for a nice tall glass of the Corellian stuff all the more...*
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Jan 31, 2017 21:16:09 GMT -8
Post by Adi on Jan 31, 2017 21:16:09 GMT -8
He snorted as he jumped awake. How long had he been asleep? Where the kriff was he? More importantly, how much of that greenery -had- he used to make the special butter he had put on...and in...his panna cakes?? They had really done a number on him. He was kinda glad no one else had grabbed any off his stack. Then again...he -did- eat about seven or eight of them.....
...Moderation. Adi had yet to learn that skill completely.
Looking around, he realized that he was in the parking area outside of an inn in the city of Theed. He recognized it slightly, having checked here for the man that I'vaya had originally sent both Adi and Raven to Naboo for in the first place, resulting in this so-far crazy ride. He hopped out of the speeder, and shielded his eyes from the sun. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a pair of sunglasses, and put them on. He figured that the rest of the crew had decided to let him sleep, and go inside. Somewhere in his still foggy mind, he made the decision to at least go check the place out.
Opening the door, he stepped inside. His eyes took a while to adjust, but he saw a quiet corner he could retire to. Until he had a regular cup of caf, or at least some tea, he wasn't ready to really interact with anyone. Reaching into another pocket, he pulled out a small chunk of brownie wrapped in plastic. Raising an eyebrow, he was trying to remember if it was a special one or not. Deciding not to take the chance, he put it back in his pocket. Waving a service droid over, he ordered a cup of strong caf, and a glass of cold water, along with some toast. Grumbling to himself as the droid tottered off, his head plopped over on the table.
He wasn't pleasant when he woke up.
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Feb 1, 2017 14:38:57 GMT -8
Post by Tanara Ajahn on Feb 1, 2017 14:38:57 GMT -8
*It wasn't even until Raven tapped her shoulder that she realized they'd even arrived. She looks up at Raven and throws her a smile, if Raven digged deeper, she'd know it was for her benefit, not for the young girls own. She climbed out of the speeder, and looked at the Inn, a drink may be a good idea. She walked with Raven inside, finding herself a place to sit at the table where they had departed from. She looks up at Raven with a curious look.*Now I just need to find someone who can open my Datapad... I always forget how to get into it... More often then not I need someone to slice into it for me... *She looked sidelong at her crate of belongings with a longing look, she bites her lip softly, hoping the tale sounded believable to perk any hacker to pip there interest and make them say something. The sooner that she found somebody the better she would feel.*
She was somewhat suspicious of how loudly the strange woman had stated she needed a slicer, considering the encounter Tanara had just finished with. Still though, the woman was accompanying Raven, so she had to be a friendly. After a few moments of consideration, she decided to go talk to them. Once she was standing by their table, she addressed Raven first.
"Hi, you're Raven Alora, right? I'm Tanara Ajahn. My friend Zalor Anneri and I are joining to be joining up with you guys, at the behest of my dead godfather, Dash Vos, Loki's brother."She turned to look at the strange woman and gave her a friendly smile.
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Feb 2, 2017 14:19:14 GMT -8
Post by Farris Argon Noble on Feb 2, 2017 14:19:14 GMT -8
Farris took the case, and turned slightly from the door as Raven Alora and Sinina came back through the door- lacking a Jashin. The Polydroxol frowned slightly, wondering where the golden Fox had scampered off to. He hoped it wasn't the cold dead heart of space.
Dominic's words brought him back to the present and he peered at the Agent for a critical moment as he gently and inconspicuously tucked the case within himself. I'm working on that. You just have to give me time to think. He shrugged slightly and shook his head. You're problem intrigues me- and that's probably the only reason I'm still here, so thanks for that, I guess. He turned, as if to leave, then looked over his shoulder with a thin frown. That and...you have my cote... I'll be right back.
And with that, the shape shifter walked out of the Inn- the smallest traces of red hair starting to form on his silver head. He'd seen the woman up close now. He could get her perfectly. The best part was he now knew her voice also, just in case someone asked what he- she was doing.
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Feb 2, 2017 14:26:53 GMT -8
Post by Raven Alora on Feb 2, 2017 14:26:53 GMT -8
Raven Alora grabbed a cup of water and started drinking it slowly, coming back to her normal light hearted frame of mine. She raised an questioning eyebrow when Sinina said she couldn't get into her Datapad. She supposed it could be a common young adult problem- but, the Jedi simply found it odd.
Don't give it to me... I'm terrible at computers.
She said with a smile. She was about to say more when the Twi'lek girl walked over and introduced herself. Alora looked up at her with a friendly smile and motioned for her to sit at the table with them.
It's very nice to meet you Tinara, and I'm very glad that you'll be traveling with us...wherever we may go.
She shook her head and then glanced over at Adieumus- who seemed to have just staggered in. He looked very tired, or confused or something. She wasn't sure if she should wake him up or not.
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Feb 2, 2017 20:28:51 GMT -8
Post by Lavinia Seri on Feb 2, 2017 20:28:51 GMT -8
*Lavi sighs softly to herself, she was seated by herself seeing as Dom and Farris hadn't returned yet. She watched as a man walked in, he looked like he just woke up after being passed out in a gutter for a while. She slowly rose and floated almost across the room, unable to see her legs through the long feathery gown, and with how graceful she walked it made it appear like floating. She slowly lowered herself into the booth next to the man. She placed a hand on his shoulder and looks sidelong at him. Her voice softly dancing across the air between them, it sounded as soft as a a cloud.*
Are you okay, Stranger...? You look like you been run over by a speeder...
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Feb 2, 2017 20:50:09 GMT -8
Post by Sinina Riso on Feb 2, 2017 20:50:09 GMT -8
*Sin eyes the woman closely a moment, it seemed like there was no problem talking to her, seeing as she appeared to be a friends with Loki and Raven. She smiles warmly.*
My name is Sinina.
*She fiddled again with the datapad. She bit her lip even as she "tried" different things. She sighs as she leans back into the chair she sat at, then looked up at Raven as she spoke.*
Thanks anyways Raven...
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Feb 3, 2017 15:56:42 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2017 15:56:42 GMT -8
From the spaceport, a lavish speeder slowly made its way through the lanes of Naboo, in no particular hurry. It's driver, an unassuming servant droid, had been given specific instructions to take a more scenic route to their destination - an inn, of some class and repute. In the backseat, an elderly Firrerreo of some seventy-five years gazed out the window, taking in the waterfalls, arches, and domes of the famed master engineers from the Nubian schools or architecture. Very few worlds - perhaps Alderaan - could come close to mixing aesthetic beauty and functionality into such a graceful form.
Idly, the elder thought back on the last time he had been to this planet. Indeed, it had been long ago, some two hundred years by his estimation, and he had been a far younger sentient. Then, his teeth were still sharp, his hair still two-toned, his golden skin still bright. To think back on that youth, how he missed it, how he missed it indeed. "Who could have prophesied that age would bring such perspective?"
For he was Arcturus Sorreaux, "The Immortal." Well, so the legend was told. In truth, Arcturus in his youth had been strong in the force and had lusted for power - and pursued knowledge above all else. It was true he had devised a way to transfer his essence into a new body. But, after many transplants over hundreds of years, he had found that a little bit of his essence remained with each body he had left. Immortality? No...not hardly. Longevity was perhaps a better term. And now he was in his final body, living out a natural lifespan after what had to be...
...well, he couldn't remember how many years he had been alive. Another side effect from the transplantation process, only made worse by advancing age. Regardless, he had the presence of mind to know that the last time he had been here on Naboo, he had been a very different man. A dark man, full of hate, full of war...he had killed many Jedi on this world, so long ago. But then, the galaxy itself had been very different then, the stars above filled with ships and armies. Those times had come and gone. Now...now was another age, an age of relative peace.
That peace was being threatened, though, on several fronts. This so called "First" Order, a new Imperial regime, and their Knights of Ren, the new Sith. Troubling indeed. And then the events of some time ago, when he had felt his book - a relic forged long ago in darker times - had been accessed and its powers used. Equally troubling. In all, though, Arcturus had not paused in his wanderings, content to collect knowledge, catalogue it, and live out the remainder of his days in obscurity. It was only when he felt a divergence in the force - the result of his son setting his grandson on the path after Raven Alora - that Arcturus had taken pause, evaluating the state of things.
His family, for one, he had left well alone - for if Arcturus resumed politics once again, assuming his rightful place as Count of Sorreaux on Serenno, another Empire would be the result: and Arcturus had not the patience nor the inclination to run such an affair. Beyond this, his own son had tried to kill him over two decades ago...and his other son, Duval, had faded into relative obscurity. His family, what was supposed to be the proud line of Sorreaux, had essentially imploded on itself. Arcturus had simply let it, interfering only enough to extricate him from the entirety of it.
Now, though, Dante was dying, Duval had risen to try and attempt to quell civil war on Serenno, and his grandson, Jashin, was apparently on some fool quest to destroy his book. It was obvious Dante was trying to get his attention. He had no way of reaching Arcturus, so he got attention the best way he knew how - by destroying things. Given the nature of Dante's disease, and his son's transformation from dark to light, Arcturus had a fair guess at what his son wanted...
Soon, Jashin's powers would awaken, and Dante wanted Arcturus to train his grandson. Give family another chance. And, ultimately, to attempt to rebuild House Sorreaux.
What foolishness. Arcturus had been tempted to simply ignore it all. Yet...he was curious about his grandson whom he had never met. Was he a hopeless womanizer like Duval? A gambler like Dante? An alcoholic after his grandfather? All Sorreauxs had some vice - and it would be interesting to see who the boy took after. Besides the fact, it had been long, very long indeed, since Arcturus had interacted with the galaxy at large in any measurable fashion. And if anything, age had made Arcturus sentimental indeed. Perhaps now was the time...
The time to try again.
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The lavish speeder gently settled onto the ground just outside the inn, and the servant droid hurriedly exited and walked around the vehicle to open Arcturus' door - waiting patiently while the elderly Firrerreo climbed out. Arthritis or no arthritis, the droid knew better than to attempt to help its master. Exiting finally, Arcturus nodded to the droid, who entered the vehicle and drove off to park. A shake of his head, a mutter under his breath, and Arcturus tapped his cane against the ground several times before striding forward into the inn, various sentients hurrying out of the man's way. For, if they were not intimidated by his species, they were intimidated by his station; the spitting image of a noble, the Firrerreo was dressed in the finest armorweave silk trappings of a Count, a cape slung over a shoulder, and a vjun cloak pulled tightly around him, all in alternating layers of various shades of black and gray. In his right hand, an ebony cane with chromium handle tapped away against the ground, and, on his left hip, in plain view for all to see, a chromium plated lightsaber hung from his belt.
Entering the establishment, he cast about, holding up a hand to any clerks that might wish to speak with him, signaling that he did not wish to be interrupted. He found who he was looking for all too soon. The building practically radiated the force with so many sensitives in one spot - and the giant Zabrak wasn't exactly a stealthy figure. Among them a Twi Lek, an Echani, a Polydroxl, several humans, a S'kytri. Ah, and there she was. A little older, but looking essentially how he had left her - Raven Alora. The diminutive woman speaking to the Twi Lek and Echani - even now glancing to the door where Arcturus was at yet another force sensitive entering the door. This one quite strong - enough so that it made Arcturus raise an eyebrow slightly.
Ignoring practically everyone, Arcturus walked forward - effortlessly scooping up a glass of wine from a patrons table and depositing several credits in one motion - before coming to a stop in front of the woman. "Raven Alora...you are difficult to find." A pause, a sip of wine - followed by a look of disgust and said wine being poured out on the floor, the glass being set carefully on a counter - before finally he continued. "I trust you have my book still, and my idiot grandson hasn't done anything untoward with it yet."
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Feb 3, 2017 21:03:36 GMT -8
Post by Zalor Anneri on Feb 3, 2017 21:03:36 GMT -8
Zalor waited for Loki to respond, but the giant Zabrak seemed distracted, deep in thought. Zalor stood silently, awaiting Loki's response. While he did so, he saw Raven Alora, and the mysterious dark-skinned Echani woman that was traveling with them, emerge from the Ja'raak Inn's front entrance. When Tanara went over to introduce herself, Zalor decided he would join her. He was hoping that Raven would help round up her little entourage, most of whom had seem to have taken over the Ja'raak Inn's front lobby and cafeteria, so they could leave. Zalor was suddenly anxious to embark upon his new quest, and he wanted to get out of Tryn's hair, and let him run the Inn again. He was also specifically interested in the Echani woman, he had never seen anyone like her, and the Echani culture intrigued him all the same.
Zalor strolled his way out of the cafeteria, back into the front lobby, where Tryn, Vaili, and other employees of the Ja'raak Inn were talking, preparing for Zalor's big sendoff. R2 rolled up right behind him, hot on his heels.
Zalor was about to greet the Echani woman with a smile when he stopped and watched as another tall, very high-class, well-dressed figure next to them dump a whole glass of wine on the floor. Zalor was stunned, especially when he spotted the bottle it came out of on a nearby table. He didn't want to offend the lordly character, and yet - all the same, he frowned quizzically at the man, pointing at his wine glass.
"Um, you do know that was a Elliet de Fonte' Chardonnay, 135 BBY, right? Those aren't exactly bottom shelf."
Without missing a beat, however, he turned and shot Raven a smile, then turned to the dark-skinned Echani and focused his warm, friendly demeanor on her. She wasn't wearing Jedi attire like Raven, but Zalor could sense she was unusually strong in the Force, so it wasn't a stretch for Zalor to assume that she was one of Raven and Loki's companions.
"Hi. Name's Zalor. And you're an Echani. I've met many of your kind. And, uh...actually, my last girlfriend was an Echani, too. Except, I don't think I've met one quite like you. We'll definitely have to spar once Master Raven and the rest of us get to where we're going. The Echani say that the best way to get to know someone is to duel them, am I right?"
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Feb 5, 2017 18:48:16 GMT -8
Post by Tanara Ajahn on Feb 5, 2017 18:48:16 GMT -8
*Sin eyes the woman closely a moment, it seemed like there was no problem talking to her, seeing as she appeared to be a friends with Loki and Raven. She smiles warmly.*My name is Sinina. *She fiddled again with the datapad. She bit her lip even as she "tried" different things. She sighs as she leans back into the chair she sat at, then looked up at Raven as she spoke.*Thanks anyways Raven... |
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Feb 7, 2017 20:28:22 GMT -8
Post by Raven Alora on Feb 7, 2017 20:28:22 GMT -8
Raven noticed how quick the Sky'tri was to aid the topsy turby Adi- and her eyebrows knit together. This woman was going to give her a run for her money on being nice to people. Perhaps the Jedi Master should step up her game. She smiled idly to herself, amused at her own thoughts, and even more so, at Sinina's calm, responce to her absolute inept answer about computers. She was about to comment when something- some energy of the force spun its way through the air, and the Empath turned her small brown eyes briefly to the door where the elderly Firrerreo had entered only seconds earlier. In that quick glance- she knew exactly who he was. He looked different, he even felt different, more refined if that were possible- but he was absolutely the same.
And he wasted no time in fluidly making his way right over to the Jedi Master. For a small moment Raven was transported back in time- to another table, a darker light setting, louder sounds and the much more lively, chaotic marryment of the night club on Zeltros. A smile came to her face at the realization that, save the Firrerreo- no one else here really knew how much she frequented that planet and that particular night club, and she doubted anyone would see her in a place like the Scarlet Arya. But it had happened- and she had met this very strange, dark and distinguished man, standing in another form before her. And he told her she was difficult to find which wasn't too far from the truth. No one had found her for the better part of two years, and only now because she had revealed herself. Though, she half expected because no one had looked for her. Apparently she had been mistaken.
Well that's because I'm small... She said without hesitation, taking another calm sip of her water. Then he mentioned the book, and it was all the small jedi master could do to not choke on the liquid. She recovered though, with only minuscule flinching. Though her mind was asking accusatory questions left and right- the Empath knew very well how to keep her emotions to herself. Lesson 1 while a Jedi knight, because it was so much easier for her to impress her feelings on others without realizing it. She had become controlled out of necessity. She figured that if he did ask about the book's location and even it's use, she would only ever be honest with him- even though the idea of no one else- other than Zendora and Alkor- knowing Raven Alora herself had been the only one to tamper with the book, left an almost guilty knot in her stomach. She would tell A Arcturus, but only if he asked.
Your grandson only knows the planet it's on. I can assure you it's still quite safe.
And it was. She'd checked with Zendora as soon as she made contact with the greater galaxy again. Everything was still in order, and Raven had no doubts in the alien's ability to keep it that way. The woman was strangely incorruptible, and unyielding. Alora knew there was no better person to put trust of that magnitude in while she was away. So she had confidence in her response, as she took another drink of water.
it's been a very long time. Would you like to sit down? Her smile was as radiant as ever when she looked up at her old conversation partner. I was very surprised... to find Jashin was indeed related to you. It's good to see you.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2017 11:57:28 GMT -8
"Um, you do know that was a Elliet de Fonte' Chardonnay, 135 BBY, right? Those aren't exactly bottom shelf."
"Elliet de Fonte? Where I come from, that is bottom shelf. Call me when you find yourself a bottle of Dome de Imperialis - Emperor's Reserve. Then we'll talk." Shot back Arcturus without skipping a beat, referencing one of Emperor Palpatine's favorite wines, and notably only affordable by the sickeningly rich.
"Your grandson only knows the planet it's on. I can assure you it's still quite safe...it's been a very long time. Would you like to sit down?"
"You greatly underestimate his tracking ability. I assume you know exactly where he is?" Arcturus sniffed haughtily before pulling out a seat - carefully pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket before spreading it on said seat - before seating himself, his cane bouncing on his knee. He gave no mind to those clustered around him, they were, in truth, beneath his notice. He could not help but recall the last time they had spoken - the Scarlet, so many years ago. Those were different times indeed...very different times.
"I was very surprised... to find Jashin was indeed related to you. It's good to see you."
"He is, unfortunately. And it's good to see you as well. The years have been kinder to you than I. You are, I will note, still a sickeningly bright ray of sunshine in a markedly depressing galaxy. I would have thought you'd have dimmed a bit."
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Feb 8, 2017 15:51:54 GMT -8
Post by Sinina Riso on Feb 8, 2017 15:51:54 GMT -8
*She bites her lip looking the woman up and down a moment. She seemed to be a friend of Loki's and Raven's. She lowered her voice as it seemed she may have just found what she was looking for and didn't need to talk to the entire room anymore.*
Well, it was my mothers, this thing has been through ship wrecks, explosions, and who knows what else.. Its old. And tempermental. Being the daughter of a Nightsister, and an Assassin... its been password protected heavily... And I am horrid at remembering them all... I locked myself out of it.. I need someone to get it open for me..
*She bites her lip softly as she spun the pad onto the table with an exasperated huff. The datapad itself did look like it was older, and a number of scoring that looked like it could match the story. Sin wasn't really lieing, though she didn't know truthfully what all it had had to endure. She looked up at the second person to address her. She rubs at the back of her neck awkwardly as he mentions his last girlfriend was Echani.*
Well, I.. um.. How would you know I'm so unlike others if you don't even know me? But you are correct on the dueling.
*She frowns and her ears perked up as mention of Jashin was overheard at the table. She looked at Raven a moment, but then turns away looking solely at Tanara, her gaze fixated on the woman expectantly waiting for her thoughts on the datapad. She did keep her ears open for what the man had to say. Her fingers clenched into small fists, she did the best she could to conceal and control her emotions, worry, helplessness, uncertainty. She wanted to be out there, she wanted to be more in the thick of it with him, knowing he could be out there hurt, in trouble, she knew how much he was good at getting into trouble. She closed her eyes taking a deep breath, letting it out slowly. She had to be careful, if they were being watched as Jashin had explained, she needed to act natural. Her could feel the heat rising inside her, the soft outline of runes, NO.*
Kark it. I'm sorry. I need.... I need to step outside..
*She pushed her chair back and was to her feet in a flash. She turned on a heel and headed for the door. Until she heard the older gentleman and Raven talk of Jashin again his name was mentioned. She stopped dead. "Unfortunately" Who says that about their own grandchild? She thought of stories her mother spoke of her grandfather, she thought of how angry she was with her mother at being sent away. Her fists clenched tighter, her knuckles paled, nails digging into her palms. She was mad, but not just because of his opinion of Jashin, but how someone could cast such a remark about their own blood. She turned on her heel again, she could feel the darkness rising inside her again, and like a snake coiling up her leg the runes glowed again. Her words dripped like poison, her tone colder then ice.*
Shebla. One should not disrespect family. Old Di'kut.
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Feb 8, 2017 16:43:18 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2017 16:43:18 GMT -8
"Shebla. One should not disrespect family. Old Di'kut."
Arcturus didn't deign to turn towards the young woman, simply chuckling at what he saw as rampant naïveté. "And what would you know of our family? House Sorreaux, sixteen generations strong - founded by me, over a thousand years ago?" Arcturus scoffed aloud at the woman, shaking his head, his cane gripped tight. "Each Sorreaux has a solemn duty to their House. To abandon their duty is to abandon their family! Besides this, by all accounts Jashin follows the old Firrerreo ways - having renounced his clan, he himself no longer has a family. That I, patriarch of the House, have so much as graced him with my mere presence and words of guidance is more than he deserves!" As he spoke, anger, sharp and irrational - disproportionate to the words spoken to him - quickly flared. The cane in his right hand splintered to pieces, and Arcturus rose, turning now on the young woman. His face a rictus of fury, his left hand drawing his saber and igniting it in one smooth motion; the *snap-hiss* of the crimson blade silencing chatter, the crimson blade scattering various patrons.
"You scorn me, my house, and our heritage? You have the audacity to suggest familial dishonor on the part of Count Sorreaux?!" Shouted Arcturus, his face draining from gold to silver, his right hand coming up in a pinching motion. A flicker of thought was exerted - and if successful, would pinch the Echani's throat closed and lift her aloft. Arcturus was too furious to notice if he was successful, and, indeed, the entirety of the world had fallen away - his anger creating a tunnel-like focus where only he and the Echani existed. "You dare come here, into my own citadel, to spit your lies while I sit upon my throne? The very throne by which I have ruled for generations!? You dare speak to your king, your Count like he is some middling commoner!?"
The elderly Count's voice grew greater and greater, and such a vast rage was in him that he practically shook; and though he was old, his fire was plain to all who looked upon him. A master of his art, he held his saber in a perfect Makashi dueling grip - and his will, fueled by equal parts rage and righteousness, created what would be a virtual telekinetic vice. Thusly, it would be wise for those gathered to calm him, and get him to recognize the rage and anger for what it was: age fueled dementia. Indeed, it should be obvious to anyone gathered based on his words - mixing events long passed with the present time - and, with his focus so razor keen on Sinina, they would very likely have great success in snapping him out of it. provided they approach it right, of course.
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