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Post by Nathaniel Bloodrayne on Sept 17, 2013 11:53:44 GMT -8
Silence is a rare thing in a city, even in the supposedly quiet area of Naboo called "The Lake Country". Yet, I felt the silence around me, disguised under the veil of everyday noise. My clothing would fit in with these wealthy kinds, a wealthy young adult on a vacation from his life that most likely would be assumed to be a bore. The truth was far from that assumption, and even now the smirk on my face would betray that thought. Well assuming they could read minds, which I knew even powerful Jedi could not do that, so I guess a cocky wealthy young man would be the assumption. Yes, assumption, the mother of all failures. Interesting how much fails due to a misconception of the truth.
The real reason I walked through the streets with the wealthy was a man, a man that pays very well. Only this man lacks the knowledge of the money he is about to give me. That draws an interesting thought to my mind and another smirk to my attractive face. I walk past who I guess from the way she dresses is a young attractive Naboo noblewoman, her eyes fall on me and a coy smile crosses her face. I watch it and send back a slight charming smile back which causes a smile to break across her face. And just like that I was gone from her sight, but into my own sight came where my unknowing employer happens to reside. A restaurant that had quite a good reputation according to my research, and my payee happens to frequent this restaurant a fair amount.
I take a seat in the far corner, it is lit up nicely and I smile at the flowers on the table before me. So much beauty, specifically designed to affect your psychology. The 'experience' of the Chateau de Britannia, well along with it's brilliant blend of Naboo's finest dining with the exotic flavors of the galaxy. I see the man that is yet to pay me quite handsomely walking over to an attractive young woman, and I begin to wonder if I am going to have to rid myself of her. My Hi-Sense eye begins to scan her face through the facial recognition software installed, but nothing comes up. Not a Naboo local then, and seemly non-existent in any governmental databases. Strange for a human to not exist, must be from somewhere not so civilized, interesting.
My 'employer' seems to approach her with some ill-intention, and I sit back and watch silently. A waiter walks over and asks if I am ready for any beverages and passes me a menu. I take it, nod, and thank him politely. I place the drinks menu in front of me and look over the top at what seems to be unfolding before me. I wonder if this was a planned meeting or whether this was some strange fetish of the man's. I look at the restaurant around me and see it it moderately busy at the moment. My mind begins to buzz as I start my formulation of the plan to execute my mission so I can get paid. There is quite the pay out if I succeed, so I believe this shall be quite the mission. I look up at the waiter who has now returned and smile politely.
I wish to buy your best Red Wine you have, a bottle of it. I turn to look the waiter in the eye, something unnatural in my stare, almost as if looking into his soul. I would like you to pour both the couple over on table sixteen a glass of wine as well, but add these pills to each glass now so it has dissolved into the beverage. Then I think you should forget that you ever saw the pills or the act of placing them inside at all and continue work as usual. Thank you, kind sir.
I watch as the man does as he is told without question or even voicing anything, almost like a drone or slave. I smile as I sip on my own wine slowly, my eyes stare straight at the couple there. The girl and my target, the greasy old man who deserves to die more than most. This is justice, a cruel justice that can not simply be denied. Death is it's own reward for the foolish and evil, and sometimes in order for good to overcome evil, it must become an even great evil. This is the galaxy we live in, a brutal existence. One that I have mastered, and few others have ever realized. I let myself relax in my chair, and my right hand falls to my side. A pistol is concealed there, but I do not believe it will be needed to be used.
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Post by Iilena Dom on Sept 17, 2013 12:42:24 GMT -8
The bulging look of the old mans eyes was revolting as they dragged down her body, so suggestively it felt like an actual touch. She held back her revulsion however and a small, shy looking smile contorted her full lips as she let a small sigh escape them.
"I was supposed to meet somebody, but I don't think he is coming..."
She plastered a small sad look on her features for a split second, playing the role of a girl stood up by her date with perfection. She pulled her arms closer to her sides and hunched her shoulders slightly, making herself look even smaller than she was and vulnerable. As expected the man responded quickly, his hand sliding across the table like a pale, hairy worm to cover her own. She wanted to recoil, but instead she raised her eyes to his with a look of appreciation for the "comfort". He shook his head, his saggy jowls moving with the action like two meaty curtains surrounding a purplish mouth that parted to speak.
"Then my dear, whoever you planned to meet was a fool. A pretty girl like you should never wait for anyone"
Her mind almost laughed at how quickly and easily this man was playing into her hands. She wondered how any girl actually fell for his false sincerity as she saw through it like glass, it was crystal clear what he was after. She uttered a small tittering laugh, manufactured to sound teasing yet innocent at the same time. She met his eyes as she grabbed her bottom lip in her front teeth gently, raking across its surface before letting it go slowly. Withdrawing her hand from under his to tuck a piece of hair that had escaped from her coiffed bun behind her ear she let out another sigh.
"I suppose you are ri-...."
Her words were interrupted by the arrival of two glasses of red wine from the waiter. She assumed the man had ordered them before he sat down, but none the less she was annoyed at the disruption. As the man thanked the waiter she wrapped a hand around her previous drink and finished it with a gulp, placing it down she took the toothpick and stabbed the small olive at the bottom. The sharp wood piercing the skin, watching how it puckered for a second before giving in and allowing the rough spike through to the red pimento in the center. Raising it she placed it into her mouth, enjoying the salty taste as she chewed. By the time she swallowed her target was watching her with interest, watching her lips as she darted her tongue out to savor the last of the flavor of the olive. His pursed looking lips raised at the edges into a smirk as he took a healthy swig of his wine. Iilena did not touch hers, the slight warmth in her muscles telling her the martini would be her only drink this evening, she needed to stay sharp.
Boring of this slow cat and mouse game she went to stand, slowly and languidly, making sure the target got a healthy eyeful of her cleavage when she leaned forward to push out her chair before revealing the rest of her taut, shapely form.
"Well, perhaps I should-...."
Before she finished she pretended to waver, wobble, feigning intoxication. The man leaned forward to catch her, guiding her gently back into her chair, his hands on her upper arms. Once she was down he let his hands fall, brushing her chest as if by accident.
"Are you all right my dear?"
She brought her finely manicured hand to her forehead, giggling again as if embarrassed.
"I..I'm sorry. I seem to have had too much to drink while waiting for my friend."
His eyes gleamed, obviously pleased with her seeming drunken and defenseless state. He stood and moved over towards her, but she noticed a slight hitch in his step and saw his face was quite flushed. Looking at his glass of wine she saw he had only had half of it, and she wondered if he had been drunk before he arrived and she hadn't noticed? She didn't normally miss something that obvious, but it was clear he was not sober. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet.
"No worries, I have a room upstairs, you can come and call your friend there..."
She nodded, as if she believed him, and gave him a appreciative, soft look with wide eyes. Wrapping her arm around his she leaned on his shoulder as he led her out of the dining room and up the stairs. They reached his door and he swiped his card, the metallic beep of the lock disengaging followed by the click of him opening the door. Cool air conditioning met her as they walked into the luxuriously decked out room. He gestured to the phone, which was conveniently right next to the large bed. She walked over and sat down heavily on the bed, kicking off her high stilettos. She felt the man move closer, and she looked up at his looming figure hovering over her...and she smiled at him. That was all it took before he leaned down, hands on her shoulders to push her down onto the bed under him
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Post by Nathaniel Bloodrayne on Sept 17, 2013 13:30:14 GMT -8
This is interesting, the girl seems to be interested in this man. Perhaps he hired a companion for the night, that would explain why he is leading her upstairs. She seems to either be an amateur or she is an amazing actor, I am not yet sure which it is. I leave credits on the table with a generous tip, nothing compared to the amount I am about to make. I walk upstairs and reach a row of doors, obviously this is a hotel as well being a chateau, and not a cheap one either. I switch my Hi-Sense Optics to reveal trace heat signatures and see a slightly warmer hand print on one of the doors and begin to walk toward it with a calm smile on my face. If I am correct, he should be encountering the effects of the drug.
The poison is extracted from a rare snake found on a jungle planet far from here, it is expensive but very effective. And best of all it tends to dissolve into the blood stream completely undetectable, except through a nerve biopsy. Something never done these days with the technology on hand so easily, he seemingly would have died of a weird neuro-disease. I walk to the door and wonder how to open it, I probably have a total of seven minutes until he is dead. 4 minutes until he is totally paralyzed. I turn to look down the hall way and see one of the cleaners, I look at her and suddenly without question she walks over abandoning her cleaning trolley and unlocks the door with her master key. She then turns and walks back as if she never even saw me, the power I have over her is child's play.
The weak-minded tend to be easy prey, but they are also the sheep that run this galaxy. The gears and levers that make the galaxy turn and continue onward. They are important insignificant people, there to be dominated over, but to also be preserved until to time for them to sacrifice themselves for the greater good as come. This cleaner wouldn't remember seeing me, her memories replaced with false ones. I push the door open softly, times up, paralysis will be hitting him in thirty seconds. I walk into the first room and turn to walk into the bedroom where I expect the man to at least trying to achieve some sort of carnal pleasure off this unfortunate escort's date.
I begin to question whether I will have to eliminate this woman as well or whether I will simply let her go after a slight probing. I reach into my trench coat and turn the safety off my pistol and let my hand rest nearby. I have much practice quick drawing it, and its almost second nature now, regardless, such weapons are such messy things and worse so, traceable. The assassin's tool that should only be a last resort. Regardless, some things are important, and contingency plans are one of them. Five seconds, four seconds, three seconds, two seconds, one second. Paralysis should kick in right about now, and even as I count down I walk around the corner and there is my unfortunate, for him, employer.
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Post by Iilena Dom on Sept 17, 2013 21:17:05 GMT -8
His hands were all over her, his mouth hooked onto her neck like a leech and his sweaty palms dragging on the silky material of her dress as he almost frantically groped her body. She scooted herself back onto the bed a few inches, forcing him to readjust and crawl towards her on all fours. This gave her time, in the dim light of the room to pull her hairpin dagger out of her thick auburn bun without him seeing the gleam of the razor sharp blade as she held the slightly bulbous end in her palm in a way that kept the shaft flush against the inside of her wrist...concealed. His breathing was heavy, and he clumsily flopped onto her, the sudden weight actually pushing the air out of her slight form as she was crushed into the bed. That was the first warning bell, while this man was not graceful in even the most flexible usage of the word, he was being exceptional inept in his seduction of her. As he attempted to grab the hem of her dress and pull it upward it seemed liked his fingers couldn't grasp it and she heard him murmur a slurred swear under his breath. At this point Iilena was in tensed, something was very wrong. His mouth covered hers but instead of his lips or tongue moving as one would expected he just covered her mouth, stationary. Her eyes flew open wide as she noticed his breathing slowing. She turned her head, her hands flying to his shoulders as she tried to push him off of her, fully aware now that he was having some sort of medical problem. As convenient as his preemptive death would be, it was a disruption in her plan and she didn't like unexpected changes. He wasn't dead yet, and he seemed almost unaware that he WAS dying, his body still flopping on top of hers like a fish out of water in his pointless attempts to undress her. It seemed the man would die as he had lived, in an endless pursuit of pleasure.
Slowly his movements ceased, and with a slow wheezing exhalation he stilled completely, his life slipping from him. Iilena wasn't phased by his death, she had been the bringer of many's untimely passing in the past, but she was phased by the position she was now in. As he died his body went limp, and seemed to grow infinitely heavier. His form was like a sweaty, greasy blanket covering her and her lack of leverage left her essentially pinned under a corpse. Her mind was racing with a million thoughts, a million plans popping into her head and her mentally going through them all and dismissing those that were impractical or conspicuous. No matter his cause of death, which appeared to be natural, it would be monumentally inconvenient to have to give a report to the authorities. She needed to get free from his body quickly. Not to mention he wasn't going to smell any better the longer he stayed on her and already his stench was no doubt soaking into her clothing...and this was her favorite dress. Right as she was about to attempt to flip him off of her and onto the floor she heard a small sound from the entrance. The soft whisper of the door opening, and she stilled completely, even stopping breathing so she could hear better. Her irritation with her position heightened as she realized she couldn't even see over the hulking form of her would be lover on top of her. However the moonlight coming from the window offered her another way to spot movement. She looked at the wall to her right and saw the shadow of what appeared to be a man or a very tall thin woman, and within seconds she came up with a plan.
"Is...is somebody there? Please, oh no...oh please help me. He isn't moving, he tried to-"
She paused for a split second and let the end of her sentence go up into a sob, as if she was so overcome with emotion that she was having a hard time speaking
"He tried to, FORCE me. Please..."
Her voice cracked and she forced tears to her eyes, which wasn't hard as she was about to cry in frustration anyways. This whole assignment was blown to hell now and she was lucky if she even got half the pay promised, and now she might have to kill this intruder as well if he tried to contact the authorities. She disliked mess, it cost her time to clean up and time was money. Her hand containing the blade was facing away from the person in the doorway, and she made sure her arm was pinned to her side to further conceal it. Her game would be up if her "rescuer" noticed his damsel in distress was armed.
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Post by Nathaniel Bloodrayne on Sept 18, 2013 2:40:50 GMT -8
I watch as the man collapses on the woman, and have to stop myself from releasing a laugh that would split the air like lightning. I merely let a smile cross my face, a slight darkness etched into it's appearance. Walking slowly over to the woman, I allow myself full vision of her face and allow my eyes to meet with hers. She would notice the cybernetic eye most likely first, followed by my handsome face, which is partly covered by dark black hair that seems to flow over my face messily. My mildly dark smile continues to stretch across my face, as I lock eyes with this seemingly attractive innocent looking girl. It will be a shame if I have to kill her, I let my left hand fall to my side and turn so it is near her face. My eyes continue to stare into hers, piercing eyes that seem to be reading her core.
It is unfortunate that you have entered this room and found yourself in this position. I am not an expert in such things, but I think leaving you where you are is important for investigations surely. I know you are not meant to touch anything at a crime scene and the fact that he died makes this a crime scene surely? I am sorry, miss? I do not know your name, sorry.
The funny thing about life is that it only requires too things to kill someone without being near them these days. One, a face of which to recognize, and two, a name. I let my smile twist into a slight frown of feigned worry. It would be perfect imitation, such that it actually looked perfectly real. A master of deception and manipulation, I guess I can not be expected to have anything less than perfect acting abilities. I divert my gaze away from the woman and look at the ground almost as if thinking, but also with a degree of worry, or at least so it would appear. I raise my right hand and brush my dark hair to the side, removing the fringe from my eyes. For a moment, you can tell just how young I was.
Maybe we should contact the authorities first, they will know what to do.
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Post by Iilena Dom on Sept 18, 2013 19:31:06 GMT -8
The shadows moved and the man, she now saw it was indeed a man, moved into her vision. Her eyes focused on his face, her own expression still that of a traumatized and panicked young girl. He was attractive from a purely physical stand point, his features were pleasingly even and masculine. Yet even with the thought, she would have no problem killing him or seducing him, which ever suited the moment better.
Then he spoke and while her expression barely changed, her mind flared with even more annoyance. Was he daft? She was trapped, why would he even consider leaving her like this? Either he was touched in the head or he was playing a game with her, and neither prospect brought her any relief from her overwhelming feeling of irritation. Her eyes widened ever more and took on a pleading look, and she let out a pathetic whimper as she slightly shook her head. She squirmed a bit under the dead body, moving purposefully so that her dress rode up and showed her naked upper leg. If she learned anything about men, it is that whatever the situation a little leg never hurt.
"Oh..oh no. Please, I can't hardly breathe, he is so heavy. Please sir, just get him off me..."
She struggled slightly under the man, her breathing coming in small gasps
"My name? Ashlyn Greene. I am here with my, my fiancee. I was waiting for him downstairs and he was delayed, this nice man offered to let me use his comlink to contact him, and then he...well he, oh I can't even say it! Please, let me go and you will have my eternal gratitude. My fiancee is a public official and I am afraid of what this getting out would do to him...."
A small hiccup as her voice cracked, as if she was overwhelmed with shame. Her small frame was shaking, well as much as it could while flattened by a corpse. Yet as she externally appeared distraught, mentally she was cold and detached. Her hand clenched tighter around her blade, considering killing this man anyways for the delay he had caused her but deciding against it. She didn't know who he was and she didn't need to create a bigger mess than was already created by her targets unassisted passing.
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Post by Nathaniel Bloodrayne on Sept 19, 2013 6:05:38 GMT -8
Interesting that she continues to prod for me to release her. I feel that some level of empathy or sympathy will have to be feigned. I look at her in the face and look worried. I turn and walk back to the door and peer around it, checking no one was coming, I grab the man by his feet and drag him off her body. Probably wasn't the most pleasant thing for her to have happen, but its the easiest for me and the safest option. I wonder if I might accidentally rip her clothing in this process. Her leg is already showing quite a lot of skin, and I look away quietly from it. I might be a male but I have a strong resistance to such things. Especially in a tactical position with an unknown element.
Are you alright miss? I hope you are not hurt. We should contact the authorities right away!
I wait for her reaction, my body moving slowly to find a comlink within the building. I can sense her presence and if she makes any sudden movements, I hopefully can react. My back itches slightly and I grimace at the memory of what happened all those years ago. Soon, I shall be free again as I once was free. If this girl must die, then so be it, but I do not wish for unnecessary death. I will change this galaxy in the end. Even if I need to cheat and hurt others, I must persevere. To that end I must become carnage incarnate. I must spill yet more blood, so that the blood already spilt will not be in vain. Alas, this woman is expendable, but I do not wish to waste a potential future tool either.
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Post by Iilena Dom on Sept 19, 2013 19:04:15 GMT -8
Finally he seemed to be spurred into movement, he glanced at the door and then moved towards her. He disappeared from her vision and then she felt the rather heavy body being dragged downwards off of her. His sweaty frame caught on her dress, and with a quick tension and release she felt the strap of her dress snap, and this last addition to this mess of a mission, the ruination of one of her favorite dresses, nearly made Iilena scream with anger. Instead she turned it into a sob of relief, well, it would sound like that at least. As soon as she was able to move she slid of the bed, holding back from leaping out like she really wanted to. She had to stay in the character of a scared girl if she had any hope of escaping this without further delay. Standing she turned to the man, looking disheveled she was sure with her strap hanging limply off exposing one pale shoulder. She met the mans eyes, noticing his odd looking eye again and wondering what he saw through it.
He then turned away as if looking for a comlink and she raced to find an option to stop him. She really didn't want to kill him, he was an unknown element and she didn't like killing those who could cost her. She liked her freedom too much. She moved towards him quickly, her blade still in her hand but concealed. She reached out with her other hand towards his shoulder, gently but enough to hopefully stop his search.
"No, no, I beg of you. This situation is already bad enough..."
Her voice then calmed, she paused for a second and bit her lip as if thinking. Her eyes traveled to the door, then met his pointedly, continuing in a less pleading tone.
"I mean...it won't look good for EITHER of us now will it? How did you even get in here? I don't know what happened to him, but it was natural..."
She gestured to the man now slumped half on the bed and half off, he looked like he fell that way actually and a quick glance around the bed revealed no traces of her presence.
"I am sure the cleaning droids will discover him in the morning...and will alert the authorities then. "
She lowered her hand, letting it slightly caress his arm as she did so. It looked accidental, it wouldn't be "normal" for a victim of such a horrid crime as she was supposed to be to be seducing another man now would it? Yet if he found her desirable he might be more apt to listen to her advice.
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Post by Nathaniel Bloodrayne on Sept 21, 2013 7:44:32 GMT -8
She seems pretty eager to get out of the room, but too much time has past to try and put the pressure on to see if she releases any information that would be useful. If I stay here too long, I will get incriminated and that would prove to be quite the complication. She seems to already be mildly suspicious of me being in the room, but hopefully the confusion caused by his death will slow her thought process. A second body would prove to be even more complication and I don't think that would prove to be helpful to my case either. Women, always the ones to make men's life hard it seems. Regardless I turn to face the rather attractive woman and smile softly but somewhat sheepishly.
I guess you are right Miss Greene, I think we should probably head to Theed. Is that where your fiancee is? What is your soon to be husbands name might I ask?
I begin to walk toward the door, looking over my shoulder to make sure Ashlyn Greene is following. I wonder if I will have to dispose of her, just before the corpse is out of sight I turn around and face it. A sad look crosses my face, and I hope the woman sees it. She would be out of my field of vision for a few moments, and that is all I need to grab the evidence that my target has had his life end. I will finally be able to grab the rest of my pay and be on my way. I wonder what would happen if the person responsible for me coming to Theed was discovered to be who they are. Political uproar most likely, and the problem with someone like me is I will sell such a persons identity.
Personal gain will eventually be the gain of the galaxy, I am an idealist. No, not just an idealist, but a visionary. Ideals alone will not change this galaxy! But I shall, slowly and surely. Through power, force, manipulation, and eventually fear and respect. Mutual control of the entire world, the rotting galaxy we live in will fall, and from the ashes of the pathetic realms, shall rise a new empire. I shall fight in the shadows, destroying all who stand in my way. Slowly, me, the unknown being, shall rule the galaxy we stand in. The Jedi and Sith will bow before me, and the Mandalorians will kneel. The scoundrels, pirates, slavers, and smugglers will all obey me, and slowly they will become nothing but pawns.
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Post by Iilena Dom on Sept 22, 2013 0:52:40 GMT -8
Iilena was glad when she seemed to see a look of resignation cross his face. His words just confirmed her thoughts, he wouldn't pursue contacting the authorities, which was a huge relief. She was sure she was going to have to kill him for a moment there, and the tension she felt loosened a bit when she realized she might be able to escape this without having to further dirty her hands. However, from one complication to the next it seemed. He now wanted to accompany her to Theed and was questioning her as the the name of her fictional fiancee. She had already come up with a pseudonym for herself to provide to her target if he asked but this fiancee was a recent figment of her imagination thought up as a quick cover story. Now her brain was quickly trying to come up with some name that sounded convincing but not of a real person. She cleared her throat, before letting out a small sigh.
"Yes, Theed. We were supposed to meet here but he works there, I assume he must have been detained by business of some sort. His name is Jacken Keen, like I said he is a public official so I would appreciate your silence on this whole...embarrassing, matter. I would of course afford you the same courtesy."
He had yet to explain his presence in the room, the room she was sure was locked behind her and the target. She assumed now he was most likely a thief of some sort, as if he had been an employee of the establishment she was sure he would have said so by now...same thing if he was a family member. He started to head for the door and Iilena followed, her hands going to her hair as if to make herself more presentable as they would be leaving the room, but really she was concealing her dagger back in her hair for safe keeping. She grabbed her bag as she passed the small table where she left it, in it was a small device that held a potent poison that slipped over her tongue...only activated when pressed to her target, usually their neck. With this line of thought her eyes went to her "saviors" neck, it was a rather nice neck and she wouldn't mind having to get close to it to use her device if need be. As she was entertaining this thought the man paused, his gaze going back to the dead body with an almost sad look. Iilena's brow furrowed slightly for a moment, this behavior seeming slightly odd to her. Yes a man was dead, but she just explained he tried to rape her and he was...she assumed, a complete stranger to him. She slowed her movement towards the door, looking at him with interest
"If I am going to be accompanying you to Theed it would be helpful to know your name, and it is only proper since you now know mine and that of my fiancee. So, what is it?"
She looked at him expectantly, her eyebrows slightly raised and her stance impatient.
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Post by Nathaniel Bloodrayne on Sept 23, 2013 7:44:27 GMT -8
I look at her and let a slight smile cross my face, and begin walking in front of her. I suspect she would follow, and as such it gives me a moment to think. I decide against saying anything right now as my mind determines the next best cause of action. She speaks rather good Galactic Basic, so her having a wealthy and political fiancee would work well. I have never heard of this Jacken Keen before, I will have to search him up when we get to Theed. He could be of use to me, and I think I like that this woman came into my path a little more. She could be of use yet, especially if she likes creature comforts like most people marrying upper class men do. I look over my shoulder and finally speak, just as I leave the Chateau to walk into the open perfectly warm air.
You may call me Nathaniel Bloodrayne, or if you rather, Nate, for short. I am not actually from Naboo, but I have lived here for the last couple months. I dwelled in Coruscant before that, and Dantooine before that. I find myself bored of staying still and idle, which is why I originally became a tourist travelling around. Now I find work where ever I can, but slowly I find myself drawn to politics myself. Though I am not exactly a welcoming face to most, well, perhaps to some I am. Here on Naboo that would be impossible, maybe a political advisory role would be better suited.
I pause in the street for a moment and look over my shoulder at Ashlyn Greene, a pretty face, the most dangerous weapon of all. I start walking to a public transport area, while it is probably lower class than what Ashlyn is used to, I think that the amount of people on here will make tracking us virtually impossible, at least for the moment. I walk to the ticket booth and pay for both of the tickets and walk to the landspeeder transport. I wait for Ashlyn to enter first, rather gentlemanly of myself, and smile softly as she would walk past. I wonder what she is thinking right now, and wonder if she is all she appears to be. I doubt it, she is hiding something, but I am unsure what it is right now.
Ashlyn Greene, I would very much like to meet this fiancee of yours.
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Post by Iilena Dom on Sept 24, 2013 20:21:57 GMT -8
She took in all the information he was giving her, mentally categorizing it into useful and not useful. The thing that stuck out the most was his interest in politics, and her realization that perhaps her spur of the moment excuse had actually been the best thing she could have said. This man was starting to view her as a tool, that much was becoming clear. He saw her as a asset, something that could help him gain his own ambitious goals. The more valuable her cooperation became, the easier in turn he would become to manipulate and eventually slip free from. She was quiet for a moment as they stepped out into the warm night air, heavy with the scent of night blooming flowers. The wind tickled the few strands of hair that had escaped her sleek bun into movement, the dark red hair floating around her face as her lips curled into a slight smile. She looked at the man and turned the smile on him to acknowledge his words, yet she kept her expression cool and restrained. Playing the role of the innocent little rich girl effortlessly, as it was one she effected quite often. It seemed men all wanted to ruffle the angelic feathers of the good girl and see what lay beneath. Sadly for them what lay beneath was usually a dagger or poisoned needle waiting to end their pathetic little lives. She would say "That will teach them" but it is hard to learn anything when you are a corpse.
They reached a ticket booth and, as would be expected, she held back to let him pay for the tickets. She wasn't playing the role of someone who would be accustomed to paying for anything herself, and frankly it was a role that suited her just fine. She wasn't even sure if she was going to be paid for this botched mission, so no matter how inexpensive public transportation was she wasn't about to use her money to pay for it if it could be avoided. She followed him into the vehicle, hardly even noticing his gentlemanly behavior as she expected it by now...good craftsmen always treat their tools well. Once on board she crinkled her nose at the smell of several bodies, some human some not, crushed together in a small metal container. It was in character but also not far off from the reaction she would have had anyways, she enjoyed traveling in luxury, not squalor. Lucky for her the people who hired her usually understood her excuse of needing to stay "in character" when she requested they pay for her to travel in a way expected of a rich girl.
Looking to the man standing next to her she listened as he mentioned wanting to meet her fiancee. She nodded slightly, looking slightly bored and impatient as she did so. Her eyes drifted from him to her perfectly manicured hand, and she let out a sigh of irritation at her chipped nail polish. Rubbing it as if self conscious of not looking perfect she replied.
"Yes, well...Nate"
She said his name as if addressing someone in such an informal manner was something she was unaccustomed to
"I suppose it is the least I can do since you freed me from that embarrassing position. However his not meeting me must mean he is tied up with something so I am not sure when I can arrange such a meeting..."
She said this in a slightly worried tone, as if she was just remembering her "fiancee" didn't meet her when he was supposed to. Making this man wait for the "meeting" would be beneficial as she could simply disappear once she left his presence. She really needed to get back to the man who hired her to let him know of the recent developments.
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Post by Mistia Atsumi on Sept 26, 2013 20:47:45 GMT -8
I held mist close for a moment." I….I broke a rule." I moved Mistia back, and uncovered my right eye, letting her see the blue mark that Had there been a place for me in the royal Lineage, the blue pigmentation would disqualify me." My people… the Instramtans have been around for longer than you could quite realize. My people's history starts out as far back as the days before the cold war, as a Cult. A man named Loranos desired life outside of a war like state, and through his words gained followers until there was a colony of Pilgrims looking for a respite from the oncoming war." I knew that with every bit that i revealed i risked losing Mistia in fear of some insanity. but i had to be honest." Like all pilgrims, Instramtans were not welcome anywhere they went. so they traveled for 5 months and 28 days till they were as far away from "Civilization" as they could. They used all their ingenuity to Build an artificial planet. they wanted to live out their days from there away from violence. But their dreams were crushed on the day that the Aing-Tii monks learned how to flow walk." I paused for a moment." Legend says that that evening a magnetic disturbance, an Aurora, occurred in the upper thermosphere that forever altered Those of the planet. although the generation that endured the change lived as normal being, the next generation began to receive gifts of life beyond death. some received gifts of prophecy, and nearly every child received the gift of the force. The new instramtans were defended against illnesses that had plagued their ancestors. But when a new Instramtan was born, the parents would gain blue pigments upon their skin preventing them from utilizing the special powers that were granted to them. My people swore that they would only use these powers to protect, on fear that they would receive Blue pigment if they used this for their own ends… so for centuries the Instramtans maintained themselves from the others, only appearing in the background if someone attempted to flow walk with the malcontent of altering time, even the slightest." A tear dropped from my right eye, leaving a trail of pink skin from the duct till the edge of my mark… but as the saline evaporated… the blue pigment returned."I am not completely blue.. but, i did something that was outside of the rules. and this blue mark is my punishment."
Okay then....
She turned her head to face him with a solemn expression, yet there was no judgement in her eyes
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2013 21:11:35 GMT -8
"I'm sorry"
All i could mutter, I didn't know what to do going forward... should i set her up somewhere, provide for her well being... Or does she want to be around me? Does it even matter? Looking into her eyes I said the only words that could come to mind
"...Please say something..."
Though my pleading eyes looked at her for any sign of contemplation, my waiting was not long as the sound of a .... something flying toward the bedroom
<<Daddy!>>
I quickly saw the form of a toy dragon fly toward me. As it impacted i tumbled back onto pillows, whoever this was didn't seem familiar... but then the mark snapped into place and i figured it out
"Mist... i know what i did wrong. Somehow i stepped out of time to bring back an old friend. Mistia Atsumi... i would like to introduce you to Puck"
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Post by Mistia Atsumi on Sept 30, 2013 15:28:46 GMT -8
Mistia watched the toy tackle Monte with an indifferent expression, her mind still trying to wrap around what he had said a few moments ago. Yet when he introduced her to the toy she smiled and nodded to it
Hello, Puck
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2013 15:47:29 GMT -8
As soon as i enjoyed Daddy for long enough, i sensed another aura next to him, so i cautiously investigated stepping into the new lady's lap and nuzzling my head against the lady's tummy. i needed a name to call her by
<<Mommy?>>
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Post by Mistia Atsumi on Sept 30, 2013 15:53:25 GMT -8
Mistia's eyes widened in surprise as he climbed into her lap and she looked down at the tiny form on her knees. Then she turned her gaze to Diamonte, silently pleading for an answer to give the toy.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2013 16:10:51 GMT -8
I smiled gently touching my forehead to Mist's and momentarily letting my lips touch hers. As honestly as i wanted to tell her yes, this was not a choice i could make. There were still the bombshells from earlier that mist seemed distant on... yes i wanted her to say this, but it was her choice, and my watery eyes told that tale
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Post by Mistia Atsumi on Sept 30, 2013 16:19:46 GMT -8
After a moment, Mistia leaned away from Diamonte, looking back down at Puck
Yes... Of Course
She looked back at Monte for a second before offering a smile
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2013 16:39:42 GMT -8
I smiled and curled up into the new aura
<<MOMMY!>>
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