Public A Night to Remember (Open to TSE and CIS)

[Via]

To say there were nerves and anxieties, would be an understatement. With every step she took, she trembled internally. She felt as if each breath rocked her body. She wrapped herself in the Force, stifling her signature.

Outwardly, she exuded a quiet confidence. Practiced in the many years since she escaped Ryloth, a cool head has helped her in innumerable ways. Even saving her life. So it was with calm, measured steps that she entered into the lion's den.

She stepped into the entryway to the gran party, and paused. Her eyes blinked slowly as she poured over the room and all those gathered within. Perhaps the only hint to her underlying anxiousness, she smoothed an invisible wrinkle in her black satin gown, which was trimmed with scarlet threading. Already quite tall, she had forgone the usual high heels in exchange for flats. One could read into that, naturally. That she was unsteady on thin edges. That she wasn't daring or a risk taker.

All assumptions would be false. Her lack of heels tonight was for a purely utilitarian purpose. She had no idea what the night may bring, and if she would need to make a hasty exit.

As one of the servants offered her a mask, she took it with a gracious smile. Pretty. Black with silver accents. She donned it, feeling slightly more at ease now that she was as the others were. Taking a breath, the Lethan Twi'Lek stepped into the gathered party goers.

She slid into the crowd, smiling dazzlingly at everyone. She had a mission though. Find a drink. Ah ha! A passing servant paused, offering her a clear liquid in a tall fluted glass. She gave the servant her thanks, and took a glass. Lifting it to her lips, her eyes slid around, wondering what the night would bring.

 

[Lady Marrow]

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Tag: Arctus Silmar / Ishani Dinn / Jane lovett
Equipment: Marrow Blade
Hair: long locks // Dress: dress // Mask: masque

Lady Marrow would listen intently to each of the perfumes, offering to try them if they were available to her, cocking her head quizzically at the one that seemed to allure others to her. She liked the sound of that, was not entirely sure why, but the thought of being able to make many more friends at the whiff of a perfume sounded delightful to her. Not reading into any of the more subtle nuance of how dangerous an item like that could be if it fell into the wrong hands. The creature would look up at the woman as she finished her list, asking "Wow, that's incredible! you have so many of them! It must have been a lot of work to create them all. Do any of them use natural materials? Plants or pheromones from them as key ingredients? Scent is not something I ever really considered with my garden you see... what about that one?" She would indicate to the direction of the "love potion," not knowing what alchemy of magic processing had gone through each of them.

She would keep her eyes on the vials as they would continue to talk, until a familiar voice would echo through her mind, calling to her attention. Straightening up with some force she would whirl around hoping to see where the directionless voice had emanated from. Finding nothing in the immediate vicinity until further back she would see the figure of Lady Jane. Waving somewhat excitedly to see the person who had taught her a lot about the force, and even how to use her Saber had Marrow somewhat eternally grateful to the woman, so long as she wouldn't attempt to finish her off. Lady Marrow understood now that as far as Sith went, she was a rather abysmal one. But, freedom was something she craved, and required for her exploits. To this extent, their morals aligned entirely.

Marrow had not quite learned the art of speaking telepathically, she knew that Shaper almost sat in her mind, able to read her own internal dialogue more than having her return with telepathy. So, instead, Lady Marrow would wave her friend over, hoping that she would move over to them. Deciding to answer her question out loud should she approach. Gushing at the complement, forcing her to toy with her hair as she would almost appear bashful "You're looking pretty lovely yourself Jane! Oh, Jane, this is Ishani, she's super pretty too! And makes perfumes which do some really cool things, and also said that I could name myself!" The excited child, dropping almost all formality as some attention would be traced to the Marrow Born standing atop a chair, drake in her hair half calling to someone as they approached from across the room.

It was certainly a sight.



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[Felix Aquila]

Attire: Clothing // Mask
Equipment: Thunderbird Talon - // Light-saber
Tag: Quinn Varanin // Kyyrk

Felix found himself melding into the scenario in which he found himself placed, although he couldn't help but allow his smirk to broaden that minutia wider creeping up his lip as Quinn accepted to continue to hold his. Internally brimming as physical touch sparked heat to almost radiate from Felix's features, he was warm to the touch, warmer than most as he had acclimatized to desert conditions his entire life, his natural body heat ran hotter than most. As Voph would call out his suspicions of the Knight, learning that this man was another of the Knights Obsidian certainly put his mind at ease that section more. It answered a couple of pertinent questions, though raised a couple more. No interjection was by accident, no action without purpose rhyme or reason. What was his?

Felix would nod, "I apologize, some familiar faces have me a little on edge here. I didn't mean to be so rude." An eye would attempt to keep note of Alina's position, he hoped that she'd not be moving any closer... the position of his saber burning into his side hot as an iron as his mind would ensure to remind him of its position should he be needed. But without word he would right himself, moving to focus more on the conversation that was being had, as she became the subject of further intrigue. Felix caught the eye and subsequent wink of Quinn, allowing him to let out a light chuckle in response. But at the idea of her visiting CIS space more frequently, Felix would have to interject before Voph was able.

"Well, Should the day come I'd be happy to show you around, I'm sure I can make it entertaining for you." Felix would fire back in the sly manner of jest that he considered one of his stronger suits, a light squeeze of his hand to subtly reinforce the statement. However, it was there he would see Quinns eyes fall out of focus, somewhat a master of light and the human eye the studious light manipulator would know quickly at least that her sight wasn't on them... but someone else. Not for long, but he would notice the small shadow of frustration dance its fingers across her cheeks and lips in fleeting moments before she became absorbed once again in conversation. Announcing her name and position to the newcomer as introductions began, Felix would also bow his head, holding out his other hand to shake as he too announced himself.

"Felix Aquila, Of Ryloth and House Aquila." He'd state with, not pride but instead a sense of apprehension. Depending on how much this individual knew. He would wait for the newcomer's response before continuing any further, hopefully some revelations to his position would answer a couple more of his implicit questions... But only time would tell.
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[Jane lovett]

Tag: Lady Marrow Lady Marrow , Ishani Dinn


Attire: necklace, dress, Mask


Jane smiled as she walked up to Lady Marrow turning a couple of heads as she did. She didn't really have time to talk as miss Marrow started talking right away Jane was happy that she was enjoying herself. "Thank you for the compliment Marrow please get down before you hurt yourself" she exclaimed worrying for miss Marrow as she got closer "you enjoying yourself here?" She asked standing next to her offering her a hand down. "And what's this about naming yourself?"She asked puzzled she had yet to address the drake in miss Marrows hair but she would get to it.

After helping Marrow down she looked to her hand "how's your hand?" she asked Slightly concerned resting a hand on miss Marrows shoulder. After hearing her answer she turned to miss ishani "I hear you make perfume dear they seem special" she said sensing a slight aura about them

 

[Kyyrk]

S O C I A L I Z E
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Voph stepped forward, his right hand extending to gently take Quinn's and bring it tenderly towards his helmet. He did not remove his helmet, nor did he allow it to contact the back of her hand, but the gesture was understood all the same. A mime of kissing her hand, as was proper in high society. Voph guided her had back to its original position where he had taken it from, then released it to turn to Felix, and offered a hearty handshake. "Well met, Princess. Felix. I am Iskellion. Former soldier of the Confederacy, turned Knight of Obsidian after the discovery of my Force Sensitivity."

Voph's hand was withdrawn, and placed neatly at the small of his back, leaving his mechanical hand to hold his drink at chest height. Unlike his counterpart, Voph did not carry a lightsaber on his person. An oddity to be sure, for a Knight. "I think it would be expected of me to encourage you to pursue that desire, my lady. Though I am understandably biased. For all its flaws and triumphs, the Confederacy and its planets shall always be my home. Perhaps I would even be able to convince the Council to offer you an escort throughout your stay." He did not explicitly state his meaning, but he did not need to. It would be clear enough Felix was who he had in mind. His right hand came up to lift his helmet slightly for another sip of his drink before returning to its place.

Voph's helmet lingered on Felix for a moment, before turning back towards Quinn. "I trust Eshan is faring well, my lady? Last I had the honor to visit, it...ah...needed work." Quinn's mention of her family name had triggered another memory in him. Standing atop the Palace of Eshan, looking across the lake at the devestation wrought at the crashing of a star destroyer. Watching in horror as a new alien lifeform spilled from the wreckage to wreak havoc in the battlefield. Then, he'd known them only as Xenos. Now, the entire galaxy knew them by a different name. Bryn'adul. Voph had been one of the first to anticipate them as a threat. But his hands had been tied. None of the other nations found Confederate help worth stooping for. And so, he continued his work in private, preparing for the day when the Confederacy and Bryn'adul would finally meet on the fields of battle. "I am proud, however, to have assisted you and yours in an effort to overthrow the oppressors. My Master's heritage aside, I have always held Eshan in a special regard."

Quinn Varanin || Felix Aquila

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[Pandora]

Pandora

"Oh? I was wondering what your given name was~! All right, Alina, I shall call you as you wish me to. I do hope you don't regret giving away your name so easily to strangers some day."

Pandora's playful grin remained on her face, even as her wrist was grabbed by the vampiress. Slowly pulling her hand away, Pandora tilted her head at Alina Tremiru 's question. Humming in thought, she blinked once, twice, before shrugging.

"That is information you would have to ask my darling Master for. He's never deemed it important for me to know what fortunate creatures he used to create little ol' me~! Truthfully, I've never thought it important for me to know either, so I never asked. If you truly wish to know, I would suggest asking for a private audience with him after the ball, for another time. Besides! Tonight is to be a night of merriment, is it not?"

A playful giggle came from Pandora as she looked up at Alina, before looking over to where the other woman was looking earlier.

"Though something tells me there's possibly someone you'd wish to speak to more than me or my master, hm~?"

 

[Ishani Dinn]

Marrow seemed quite interested in the perfumes, which Ishani appreciated. “Yeah, it’s all botanicals. The alchemy is unnatural, of course, but that’s the only thing about it that’s—” Marrow was already pointing to the vial of Blush, chattering away excitedly. “Oh, that, um… it makes people really, really like you. As in, they might fall in love with you. Although that’s technically not how it works…”

But Marrow’s attention was abruptly seized by the arrival of another person, a “Lady Jane”. The woman strolled over on high heels, rainbows gems sparkling at her throat and her sheer white gown trailing behind her. She spoke to Marrow in a concerned, maternal manner, then addressed Ishani.

“Uh, hi,” Ishani replied, her eyes averted and her smile a bit strained. Just when she was beginning to get comfortable conversing with the high-energy Marrow, another stranger came and joined in the discussion. It didn’t help matters that the buxom blonde could easily pass for a supermodel—in fact, Ishani had a feeling that Jane was a model, for she oozed the catwalk-strutting confidence associated with such women. Ishani felt far more intimidated by her because of this, and found that she could barely speak. “Yeah, I um… I make alchemized perfumes.”

Lady Marrow Jane lovett​

 

[Talohn Atar]

The cathar grins. "I don't plan to do any boot licking. It's not very hygienic. I could get a disease." He then whispers. "Especially with how often lords get blood on their boots. I also don't plan to die here. but they can certainly try to make it so." He then breaths a sigh of relief as she takes his chin her her hand, eyes meeting as she agrees to help him socialize with these high society folk. Normally, no rational person would find looking into a sith's eyes to be soothing, yet for Talohn, Zlova's eyes calmed a sea of strife. He nods. "Alright, lead on then." He was happy to have a sith her to teach him how to deal with sith. Not to mention, he trusted and liked Zlova. She had yet to do him or his child wrong, He doesn't mind her running that hand down his neck and over his arm as she grabs his hand. She always seemed to enjoy it, running her hands through his fur. It was soft after all, he took good care of it. Much like the regular person needs to have proper skincare, cathar need proper fur care. Hell, more likely went into caring for fur in comparison to skin.

"Never waits for me to be ready? Maybe I should have brought my armor. But.....you liked the suit, so it wasn't a total loss." Then they move on to the lecture, he absorbs it all intently, eyes on her as she speaks to show she has his undivided attention. "I automatically get suspicious of people who seem willing to risk something like a mountain of credits or themselves at a first meeting. It means they're liars, or even worse, they are fools. And fools are more likely to lead you to your death in my experience, no matter how deadly a liar is." It seems he was taking everything Zlova told him quite well. Then again, in this world, the people they were currently amongst, it was either adapt, or sink, never to be seen again. Talohn chose to adapt. "There are few people in this world that I believe would actually do it when they say they'll risk their own lives for me." He'd thrown herself into enemy fire to help Zlova a ways back. Would she do the same? He didn't know. Only time would tell.

Then she moved on to talk about their egos. She wasn't telling him anything new in that regard. He knew how egotistical they could be. He'd done work for lower ranking sith. "That's a typical mercenary tactic. Pass off your job that you did for them as their achievement instead of yours, and they're happy, and when the boss is happy and satisfied, they pay more. Like milking a cow. When the cow is well fed, more milk is produced. You get more money when you feed their ego." As she raises his arm to do the twirl, he playfully pulls her close, arm going about her waist when she faces him once again as the spin ends. This causes their noses to touch momentarily. He can't help but chuckle at the comparison of sith to infantile gods. "Thanks, Zlova." He winks. "I'm feeling a lot better about all this now. You wanna...well. After this party's over, you wanna spend some time together? Just you and me on the ship? Winding down in a less...politically charged atmosphere is....much preferable."

The she closed the gap between them once again to compliment the suit. "Well, It's also about the fact that I'm a mandalorian. A mandalorian going without the armor is considered a bold move last I checked, considering how strongly most of the ones I know cling to theirs. Charming and bold makes for a good first impression. And considering how enthralling you look tonight, I can see we're of the same mind in that regard." Those eyes drift about as he looks for someone suitable. It's then that he spots someone good to start with. "I think so....Care to give me a good luck kiss?" He raises a brow. He wouldn't be insulted if she didn't, public appearance was important, and kissing at a high life party might mess with that. No matter her choice, he offers her his arm for her to take as they make their way over to his chosen conversation partner.

Oleander would likely notice the masked cathar approaching. He's wearing a simple black suit and tie that contrasts with his grey fur, though it matches the stripes. He gives a polite bow of his head. "Evening to ya. I figured I would finally stop standing in the corner and actually talk to people." he offers his hand for the man to shake. "Name's Talohn Atar. Mercenary by trade. Though I make the odd gun and gadget here and there for fun." Was that a completely smooth introduction? Probably not. He'll get there someday.

Oleander Webb Zlova Rue

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Felix Aquila //: Kyyrk //: Alina Tremiru //:

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Quinn’s eyes caught Alina’s, and she watched as the woman speaking to her reached out. The woman’s hand was caught, but still, Quinn let her face tell of her annoyance at the interaction she watched. Then, pulling her attention away, she returned to listening to the two men beside her. Felix continued to be a gentleman, but Voph made her for just a moment forget her annoyance with Alina.

“Oh, you’ve been to Eshan?” The fact that the man had visited her beloved planet put him in her favor. However, she still held onto Felix’s hand and returned the gentle squeeze, letting him know that she hadn’t forgotten about him in this exchange. “Your manners are exquisite, Iskellion. Are you one from a noble family like Felix?” As she mentioned the Ryloth noble, she looked at him and gave him a soft smile.

The princess mused over the thought of visiting the Confederacy. “I think we’ll have to make arrangements,” As she spoke, her thumb would caress along the curve of Felix’s thumb and hand. She did her best to try and quell his nerves about the individuals that put him on edge. “I would rather enjoy spending time with you, Mr. Aquila.” She moved closer to him if he allowed it.

“You should revisit Eshan if your Master allows Iskellion; I’m sure my sister would enjoy thanking you herself also awarding you something for your efforts in helping Eshan retain its freedom from the Bryn’adul. They are a plague on the galaxy - I wish more were willing to fight them and prevent them from consuming more of the galaxy.”​

 

[Alina Tremiru]

"The only people who should fear giving out their names are those who don't think they'll be able to protect it." There was a far more dangerous smile that formed as the Vampress spoke. It wasn't too surprising that such origins were kept secret. Given Pandora 's almost playful nature Alina could only assume she was told as much as she needed to be to keep her on task. But, she was right. This was a night to party and have fun, not be all business. Some was unavoidable.

Her attention was pulled once again towards Quinn Varanin and her newest friends as Pandora brought them up. For the briefest moment there was a hint of anger. Jealousy, on Alina's otherwise calm features. It was gone in the blink of an eye. Perhaps the most annoying part was she couldn't figure out if it was again seeing Quinn with another, or the fact the other happened to be Felix Aquila .

"You would be correct. Come, why don't we go say hi?"

Why she was even bringing the Sithspawn along wasn't something she could figure out. Still, she crossed the room, head held high until she reached the trio.

"Why, I thought I saw you, Quinn. And Felix, it's good to see you in one piece." The kind smile she gave to Quinn was real. But it was all too obvious the one to Felix wasn't. Her golden eyes then fell on the third as she dipped her head in greeting. "You I don't know. Alina Tremiru, a pleasure."

 

[Pandora]

Pandora

Pandora turned her gaze back to Alina Tremiru just in time to see the ever so slight hint of anger. Hatred, even. And was that jealousy that followed? Oh Alina was just getting more interesting by the second! There was nothing like seeing someone stare with thinly veiled hate, truly. People could go through emotions so quickly, and it was fascinating to the Sithspawn. Really, people were far more interesting than her master gave them credit for.

"Oh~? As long as you introduce me to your little friend~!"

Giggling quietly to herself as she walked beside Alina, Pandora's gaze fell on Quinn Varanin as she twirled the fringe of her hair around a clawed finger. The girl was cute, but definitely not on the table for Pandora to play with if the way Alina looked at her was any indication. Pandora followed Alina's gaze to Felix Aquila and smiled playfully at the boy.

She had found her new target to play with.

The man in the helmet seemed far too serious to entertain her shenanigans, but perhaps if Kyyrk knew a few jokes, Pandora'd give him a bit of attention!

"A pleasure to meet you all~! I am Pandora. I do hope the festivities my master has prepared have exceeded expectations? Though, if there are any complaints I promise I won't tell him~!"

 

[Felix Aquila]

Attire: Clothing // Mask
Equipment: Thunderbird Talon - // Light-saber
Tag: Quinn Varanin // Kyyrk // Pandora // Alina Tremiru

Felix would feel the warm touch of his newly met hand running across his as his hand would flex a little in response, affirming it silently as he would simply enjoy the contact of her soft skin across his. It would relax him, keep him calm as he would watch the interactions between Iskallion and Quinn. Him taking her hand into his, going through the phantasmagorian process of placing a kiss on her hand, little more than puppetry beneath his helmet. The eyes of the young lord keeping to the party as a whole as it seemed that he was very much not the intended target of Iskallion's conversation. He accepted it, a lord and businessman like himself hardly compared to the intrigue of a princess of one of the noblest worlds in the galaxy. The Boy had the mind of a schemer, as flickers of red would jaunt across his amber eyes.

Idle pleasantries passed, and with them he would smile at the comment of his family being noble. "I'd hardly call the family of mine noble, wealthy, sure. But most of them were just, scoundrels with fine taste in interior design." He would open himself up for her to stand as close to him as she wished, without hesitance as he in turn would stand a little closer to her to accommodate, a silent mutuality implied in the action as the clinging ivy that was his persistent smile would become more genuine, reflected as the red in his eyes would fade to pink. The talented luminaire still unable to control the unfortunate reflection of his mood through the forces expression in the colours of his iris.' Giving birth to an unfortunate but also charming meaning to the term mood rings.

"I think I'd quite like that as well, Quinn." There would be weight to Felix saying her name, punctuated by gaze that spoke to him seeing her, using her name rather than Miss Veranin to be more personal. Speaking to the intent as if he were to say 'You, not your family or your title.' It was only then he would notice the apprearence of the others from across the way, at first he could sense the presence of something inhuman, looking to see Pandora, a creature that seemed a person upon first gaze. Although it wouldn't take much for him to almost taste an air of alchemy surrounding her like a thick perfume, to his nose it was sulfur and death... like many such arts of the sith were so oft submerged in. The one accompanying her however... was Alina.

Felix would stiffen a little, like a deer caught in the headlights as he would have to take a deep breath to steel himself, he could feel the pulsing space where his concussion had once been, and still bore the scar of his force energy having been almost totally drained from his body, not to mention his damned vitality. This woman had almost killed him the last time they met, he had hoped that their next clandestine meeting would have at least had some distance between them. She would speak, playing coy to last they met.

"Well, you know, cuts and bruises mostly, I learned a lot. How's your arm?" He'd say dryly, as the spawn would almost blindside him as she approached. Pandora huh? Fitting. Although she... it? Seemed charming enough, Felix would opt to focus some more attention on it for now. So this was the Shaper's familiar? He would have to be sure to treat them well in that case, as them having a high opinion of him would intrinsically translate into Arctus himself having a better opinion of him. But he couldn't help but be blissfully aware of the irony, considering all that was said by Alina in respect to her relationships with monsters. "I can assure you, your master has spared no expense or detail on this party. It's truly exquisite."
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[Lady Marrow]

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Tag: Arctus Silmar / Ishani Dinn / Jane lovett
Equipment: Marrow Blade
Hair: long locks // Dress: dress // Mask: masque

Amazed at the concept of not only one or two, or a few being made from botanical, but ALL of them made Lady Marrow veritably gush with excitement. She wanted to know these perfumes better, to understand them. They would consume her attention as she would mule over the love poultice that, at her own admission would make others fall in love with her. While she wasn't sure what the implications of things was, however, she knew that other people had said that they loved her creations, that she was lovely, once again re-affirming the term as something positive, a highly affectionate term that held little weight or meaning to the Marrow Born. "ALL OF THEM!? THATs INCREDIBLE"

At the arrival of Jane however she would cut off her exclaiming as she would pipe down, smiling and nodding as she would jump off of her chair, and introducing the two of them, looking a little confused at the question about her hand, looking at her hands trying to figure out for a moment to what she was referring. Clicking as she would remember what precisely had happened in their training. "OH! It's fine, see?" She would hold up her finders, all of them intact and all of them restored to their perfect shape. Although there was a light ring around the finger that had been removed where the new skin met the old, she had decided to keep it there, a reminder, a scar, she thought of it like a ring within a tree that would show its growth.

"I told you it was fine before, I'm pretty good at regrowing things you know. Its kindof my thing." She would move a little closer to her new friend as she mentioned her perfumes. "Yes! They're amazing! Did you know they're all made from plants!? I wanted to know what kinds. OH! Do you have a garden!?" Eyes would transfix on the new friend with ardent enthusiasm, her tails flitting back and forth in wave motions potentially threatening those immediately behind her were they to get too close. Thankfully the barbs on her tails had been retracted, making them safe, but the annoyance factor could still more than persist.

As Marrow would eagerly await her response, she would pay a little bit of mind to the Shaper, they had been quiet in the mean time, she did notice that it seemed the harlot that had been draping herself over him had moved on. Good. It seemed she had moved with another of the sith, one that smelled like death to a group that looked really pretty with what they wore, as well as a really tall man in a helmet. That girl can stay there. She'd nod to affirm her thoughts, swinging her head back around to ensure no moment of her two new friends interacting was missed.
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[Kyyrk]

S O C I A L I Z E
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Voph's head tilted slightly, his gaze turning back to Felix as he preempted the question Voph had been asked. He was quick to downplay the effect of his family heritage, stating that they were hardly nobility, merely good business men. Knowing Ryloth, Voph couldn't help but wonder how much of the family fortune could potentially be confiscated under close inquisitorial scrutiny. The smile faded from his face as another image shot through his mind: A flag in tatters, billowing in the wind. "Yes, and no. Unlike Felix, my own family did carry a modicum of nobility to them. But, I suppose it matters little now." Voph lifted his helmet long enough to drain the rest of his drink, which he placed expertly upon a passing tray without even looking. "What good is nobility when war and ash has consumed it?"

His family was dead. He didn't directly state it, but his meaning was clear enough to the perceptive. His tone expressed no sorrow, however. Instead he spoke with admiration. Respect. His noble lineage did not disappear into the storm of war, but sacrificed itself to it. "And please," he continued, holding his left hand up in a gesture of cessation before returning it to clasp his other at the small of his back. "I've no need of gifts. I've done my duty, and that is reward in its own. Though, I may still accept your offer of a visit. My Master offers a certain degree of...flexibility, provided my reasons are good enough."

Before he could continue, a new pair approached them. One, a Sith Spawn. The other, a Vampire. Voph would recognize those two life-forms anywhere in the galaxy, amnesia or no. The Sithspawn wasted no time introducing herself, and asking after opinions on the party. The second hand of the Shaper, it would seem. Pandora, she called herself. The Vampire introduced herself as Alina, though called the other two by name. Felix may have been an excellent actor, but to Voph's trained eye and senses, he was not happy to be standing within the same room as the Vampire. The banter confirmed that whenever they had last spoken, it had been with blade and fang.

"Iskellion." This statement was accompanied by a tilted head of greeting; a mirror of the gesture the vampire had granted him. "The party is adequate, Miss Pandora. My utter distaste for such events ignored, one would find it exquisite." Just because Voph didn't like parties didn't mean it was a bad one. But he had little patience for such things. Were it not for his orders to be here, he would certainly have stayed home. But where his master went, so too did he. Such was his duty....

Quinn Varanin || Felix Aquila || Alina Tremiru || Pandora

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[Jane lovett]

Tag: Lady Marrow Ishani Dinn
Attire: necklace, dress, Mask

Jane smiled " I'm glad you are all healed up" she said happily. Jane looked between the two women she was worried she was interrupting something or atleast making ishani uncomfortable from. The sense she was getting from young woman " so you make alchemized perfume that is incredibly unique" she said hoping to make ishani more comfortable with her presence.

Plus she never would have thought to apply alchemy to a perfume it was ingenious idea "If you would be interested in telling me about them I would love to buy a few" Jane said sincerely interested in what alchemized perfume could do.

 

[Zlova Rue]

Zlova laughed with Talohn's pleasant analogy. "Exactly."

"Just you and me?" Her eyes narrowed a hair while she smiled in the face of his invitation. "Only if you survive conversing with a Sith Lord or Lady you aren't already friendly with." Couldn't make it easy could she? No risk, no reward.

A soft chuckle followed as the Mandalorian crowed about his armor. Bold for one of their kind. Doubtful many Sith would be as impressed. For someone that knew him as more than a tool, however, Zlova could respect Talohn's sentiments. Mandalorians didn't throw lightning about with a flick of the wrist. Their armor was a great asset, which made they a formidable foe.

He wasn't wrong about being charming, however. What Sith didn't appreciate a strong wit and cunning? Not to mention the bloodlust in his fashion. With that in mind, Zlova reached up to take the Cathar's chin between her fingers. Slowly the Twi'lek leaned forward until their lips were scarcely parted. "Careful. If another Sith Lady tries to steal you from me you might get blood in your fur." Promise made, she closed the gap with a firm kiss. The lack of subtlety and discern was the point. She was a Sith, not some chaste Jedi bashful about kissing a forbidden lover or some nonsense.

After releasing him from the embrace, the lethan took up his offered arm with a smile.

Zlova was silent as Talohn introduced himself to Oleander. Her golden rings shifted between them slowly. It wasn't a bad introduction. Aside from not introducing her as well, but then again she wasn't a 'plus one' in this engagement to need one. For the moment, however, she'd refrain from interrupting. It was his moment. That said, he wasn't satisfying Zlova's condition chatting it up with Webb. Well, plenty of the evening left for Talohn to find a prickly soul to play with.

Tag: Talohn Atar | Oleander Webb

 

[Ishani Dinn]

“I mean, the base ingredient is either alcohol or oil, and the oil comes from plants. If there are flower or fruit notes incorporated into the scent, it’s all real, it’s distilled from the actual flowers and fruits… No, no garden of my own—but I’d like to have one. I usually just take what I need from the Royal Academy gardens.”

Ishani did her best to keep up with the flurry of questions from Marrow. In addition, she rattled off a list of fairly common species of flowers which she often used, the strawberries, cherries, and “angel’s kiss” (really a concoction of pheromones and scents that were supposed to be pleasing, like vanilla and anise) which made up Blush, and so on and so forth until she was rambling on like the perfume geek she was.

When Lady Jane mentioned buying a few, Ishani repeated her presentation, offering up the complete list of perfumes she had available, as well as their (quite reasonable) prices:

Spoiler

• Infinity
• Blush
• Chthonic
• Sphere
• Echo

It pleased her to think that people were interested. She was used to being mocked by her peers at the academy, who were only interested in using alchemy to make weapons and Sithspawn to fight their wars. Something as innocuous and supposedly benign as perfume wasn’t considered worthy of the ancient Sith art. But here, outside that narrow circle of hyper-ambitious students, clearly it wasn’t looked down upon quite so much.

Lady Marrow Jane lovett​

 

[Oleander Webb]

INVENTORY: x | x | x
TAG: Gerwald Lechner | Srina Talon | Arctus Silmar | Darth Empyrean | Talohn Atar | Zlova Rue | Open

“Knight Webb…It is good to formally meet you.”

Grey eyes met ice with neutral expression, a look of recognition (or lack thereof) hidden by masks both of the physical and trained variety. The face of Srina Talon was familiar, no doubt, especially paired with the voice and a mask that didn't cover too much of the face. But her name? It was...it was... Gerwald Lechner had mentioned it, once, at one of those viceroyalty sessions. Exarch...Talent? Something like that. Either way, he offered a nod in agreement. "Indeed. My employer has spoken of you before. A formal introduction seemed prudent." Whether what he'd heard before was good or bad, he'd leave up to mystery.

What conversation they might've had was cut short, as to be expected of such an event. Perhaps another time, Death given form would exchange more than just pleasantries with the Exarch in white. In the meantime, however, he was pulled once more to attention as others, Arctus Silmar , Darth Metus , and shortly later, Darth Empyrean joined the cluster of confederates.

His posture straightened upon the approach of their gracious host, somewhat in part due to Gerwald's warning that had kicked off the night, but with it, another sensation that far more wholely captured the Anzat's senses. All around him where force sensitive of various skill levels, truly a buffet meal if ever there was one. Set a few free into a woodlands, wait a few minutes before starting the hunt in earnest and he'd be in his own culinary heaven.

But it wasn't just the sheer amount of power exuded by many that held his interests. Indeed, when the Shaper approached and addressed each individually, Oleander's gaze had shifted from pleasant disinterest to very keen interest in the Sith who'd hosted them. His presence felt familiar, not like a personal friend but rather a familiarity borne out of associations than actual interaction. The sort of engrained reaction to that of ones' own kind, though the sensation not as clear as he would've liked, clouded like an imperfect match. Fascinating.

They eye contact lasted for maybe moments at most though it felt much longer before the Shaper spoke. Oleander's brow furrowed, hidden behind his mask. The Sith's own words saw a small smirk tug at the corner of his cheek, the ghost of a chuckle finding peace before it could make itself noticeable to others. "Leisure or work, predator or prey, the hunt waits for no one, lest the soup grow cold."

And I suspect you, of all here, would know this. Or perhaps did at one point? He kept the unspoken message short, leaving his doubts and questioned to be pondered later when there were not nearly as many others to greet.

Just like that, the moment was over, the Anzat's attention shifting once more as another newcomer, Darth Empyrean , joined the gaggle of individuals. A rare occasion of an individual Oleander did recognize, if only from whispers of the Sith's vast network of intelligence, something the reaper would be more than interested in having access to. "There are worse ways to pass the time," he offered in response to Maliphant's observation. Maybe not something he'd personally call entertainment, but such meetings certainly had their uses.

Such as meeting new people, something Oleander had gone from being utterly horrendous at to suddenly not horrible with, judging from the furred individual who approached with a Twi'lek woman in toe. His hand, a couple degrees cold to touch, reached out to grasp Talohn Atar 's in a shake. "Oleander Webb, Knight Obsidian. middle-management of mortality." His gaze slid to Zlova Rue after the introduction. "And you?"

 

[Talohn Atar]

He raises a brow. "Survive? I'll be fine. My existence has this terrible habit of sticking. I'd assume people who don't like me find it annoying." He gives her a wink. "My death ain't anytime soon. I still got a lot more to do."

Realizing his good lick request had gone through, his arms go about her waist as she takes his chin in her hand. "Don't worry, you and I both know my favorite color is red." He teases. After all, she was the only one in the room he had that sort of a attraction to, and she was the only one he had an inch of trust in. Were anyone else here to start flirting with him, he'd instantly assume there's an agenda. At the end of the day, Zlova's presence here was invaluable in the aspect that she was here to help him unconditionally. He asked for help, she gave it. He'd return the favor later, of course. Perhaps find a fun job for them to do? Who knows.

He holds her there, the kiss lasting for a little bit before he breaks it off. "Soul shaking as always." He gives her a playful salute. There were always some butterflies in his stomach when this happened, though the cathar would be hard pressed tp admit such things up front.

After introducing himself, the cathar nods in response. "Ah, knights of obsidian? I meet them time to time, but I interact with one of them in particular quite often. She's pleasant, sweet as can be." Zlova knows who he's talking about, he loves to poke fun like that. Then when Oleander asks for Zlova to introduce herself, it hit him. "Uh, was it rude of me not to introduce you? I know at a regular party you would but...?" He asks Zlova a brow raised. "I mean, like, this is a masquerade. I assumed you only give out names with consent. Otherwise the masks are pointless." He scratches his head. Not being a native to the galaxy's culture, to this day there were some things he had yet to catch up on. One of them was that the masks in a ball weren't actually meant to hide identity. He's scratching his head, confused. Either way, it was too late now, so he allows Zlova to introduce herself.

It's then that he spots someone else a ways off, and his eyebrows raise. His eyes wide a bit at the sight of lady marrow. He gulps a bit. "Hey...Oleander? who.... do you know who that is?" He proceeds to slightly gesture to none other than lady marrow. "I didn't even know they left their territories. What's a Shar'viri zêi'kora's kolara eshi'mayu doing here?" He asks, his words coming out in a massive blur of catharese. He's not disgusted or afraid, just more of shocked. He then shakes his head. "Nevermind, not the topic right now. So, any interesting info going around?"

Oleander Webb Zlova Rue

 

[Lady Marrow]

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Tag: Arctus Silmar / Ishani Dinn / Jane lovett
Equipment: Marrow Blade
Hair: long locks // Dress: dress // Mask: masque

Lady Marrow would nod affirmatively at Jane at her concern, Jane would likely notice changes in lady Marrow, her eyes keen from experience, she had changed, though how would yet to be determined. Although she was still hyper and energetic, her tone didn't trip on large words like it used to in the same way. She had trouble deciding what the best words were, but it was more like she was caught between the use of two different languages more than not being fluent at all. Her new skills had allowed her to learn and grow at an astonishing rate, however thanks to the instruction of her master, she had not become voracious in her will to devour knowledge from others, instead hoping to pick her targets like a collector hoping to gain the most value for her ensemble.

However it seemed that this girl Ishani was quickly becoming a candidate, she knew so much about interesting things, and it seemed she liked plants as much as Lady Marrow did! But at the thought of needing to buy them, rather than simply having them, Lady Marrow would look upset. Pouting as she would watch the exchange carry out between Jane and Ishani, arms folded with an objectively jaded look of jealousy in her eyes. Money was not a commodity she had, she didn't need it, she traded everything she needed to with people on Kushibah, and usually offered services for things. Credits and wealth had never interested her, in fact she found something so standard and routine as delightfully boring. While the haggle and back and forth of trade and service were much more enjoyable to the curious critter.

Should anyone ask or inquire, she'd simply let out a huff stating; "I don't use money... so I can't buy them..."

The thought of her not having her own garden yet however gave the Mycetic Criptid an idea, sparking to mind within the recesses of her thoughts as she concocted her scheme. Maybe there was a service that she was able to provide. "You know, I have a garden, and It's beautiful even Jane and Arctus say so! So, if you wanted, you could use mine! Maybe I have some cool things you could make perfume out of! Aaaand as a trade... I get one of each of those perfumes!" She would exclaim happily, proud of herself for negotiating such a deal. How she wasn't a Moff, she would never know. This whole making deals and diplomacy thing was easy!
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