A Touch of Midnight | CIS Dominion of Omwat / Adras

[Vytal Noctura]

Objective: Entertain Party Guests
Location: Main Hall Room > Graveyard, C.S.S. Caleuche
Costume: Countess
Tags: Open | [member="Karlie Lynn Destat"]

Once they arrived at the graveyard, they'd find a hangar filled with soil, tombstones, statues, mist, and with the ship-board lighting off in favor of lanterns and candles. Set among the tombstones were tables and chairs for comfortable seating. Waiters and Waitresses milled about; some of whom were dressed like the Living Dead. Though they weren't actually risen.

Okay, a few of them were, but only if they looked conspicuously healthy. Couldn't have people with jaws barely hanging on or missing limbs shambling about the place.

Vytal waved [member="Subject 74 Lucky"] over and looked from him to [member="Jorah zos Darnus"]. A cheerleader pranced over and deposited a list into the Nightsister's hand. "Not including the three of us, there are eight people that have made the list for their year's selection. I want you to pick one of them that stands above the rest, and another I'll leave to whatever criteria you like. I need your decision quickly, however, before the Smash. Do you have any questions?"

After a moment she turned her attention to Jorah in particular. She repeated what had been said in case it had been too much for what the youth knew of Basic to comprehend in full, "Bisi etedo res lu het shureen, enena sar vakavi yot dyn melo res janc coila I'sharen kel au uizel. Ci peledyn chu hai uifra ku het sharen yot tok besin res ahasu, azza anoth Ci fro'tlesu bu hai kȃ avt k'larilȃn chu id. Ci perak pu fifaya fik, naekitil, atreui res Fanlakhi. Tlesu chu dyn sito baejen?"

 

[Cali Ziiva]

Objective: Par-tay!
Location: Entryway, C.S.S. Caleuche
Costume: Cute Biker Chick + Attitude
Tags: Open | [member="Xobos Yakieer"]

"Mm hm!" Cali sported a broad smile at the Miraluka's question. "It's powdered dry ice. Evaporates super fast, but stays around for just a bit because the drink is cool." Crazy means of spiffing up a drink totally interested the Zeltron. Like, you could get brandy or gin or whiskey anywhere but if you started asking for specialty garnish like powered dry ice... now you're just being silly! Unless you were at a party and totally needed something others didn't have. Ta-da.

In short order after Cali whispered in Xobos' ear, the 'blind' women turned red. Was Cali amused? More than usual anyway. Who could tell, but the Zeltron was definitely smiling. And she wasn't trying to keep her distance at all. Despite all the blushing and nervousness, however, the pink woman was pretty confident the Miraluka enjoyed herself. After all, they kept hooking up, right? Had some good times together. Didn't see any harm having a few more. And unlike Xobos, Cali wasn't at all worried about the Sith Lord.

The sparkling drink was set aside at Xobos' "admonishment" of the Zeltron's hushed words. She turned back toward the Miraluka, and as she calmly moved Xobos' arms aside set her foot upon the step of the other woman's seat. "No. Not because of a drink." Cali lifted and crossed one foot over the Miraluka's lap before she found somewhere to sit -- in the Miraluka's lap. Both arms lifted to cross behind her dark haired head. Bright eyes shone under the ambient lighting of the Spooktacular. "And there is definitely no one else I want to spend tonight with."

With a smile on pink lips, the Zeltron awaited Xobos' next move. And the next hue of scarlet.

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Objective: party hardy with a pink alien and find a certain witchy witch
Wearing: Pink Sun Gang space biker costume
Post: #5
Tags: [member="Cali Ziiva"]

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Xobos listened to the description of the dry ice, eyes widening at the prospect of drinking such a cool idea. It certainly wasn’t often that she got to have fun like this, and having an interesting drink that was purely interesting for the sake of being interesting was a nice change of pace of running for her life in a swamp or killing businessman that for some reason had it out for her pink friend. The final product was more than she thought it’d be, grinning to herself as she watched the cloud of white ice spill slowly over the glass’s lip while the purple liquid bubbled lightly within. She began to speak, congratulating Cali on picking the perfect drink for the night.

“Ok, now that is super neat. Great pick Ca-!” Her voice raised an octave quickly as she felt the contact of her pink partner sitting her way in Xobos’s lap without a word to the poor Miraluka. Her eyes snapped up to see the Zeltron smirking down at her as she wrapped her arms around the apprentice’s neck. At this point, Xobos was practically sure that the other woman could feel the warmth being put off by her neck and face. Everything from the contact to the words spoken by Cali had her blushing, breathing in and out of her nose as she desperately attempted to regain some sort of composure.

After a few moments, and Ora stating the quite obvious, being, “She’s…quite close, little master. Do something,” Xobos was able to look up and meet Cali’s eyes. She reached forward, pinching the skin near the top of her shorts lightly, just enough so that the Zeltron knew what had happened. With a growing smirk, she spoke over the music, raising a teasing, questioning eyebrow as she did so. “Oh? And is you sliding your way into my lap your way of proving that little statement, miss Ziiva?” She gave off a quick giggle, and another pinch to the Zeltron’s leg as she awaited her answer.

 

[Subject 73 Red]

[member="Haastal Verd"]
[member="Kathryn Foster"]

Red looked around, looking for where the voice came from. Then, he saw the speaker, in doing this, he saw that the turrets were active and aiming.

Red pressed a button on his helmet and said into his comm,

"Commander? We've got an issue. Someone's talked to us through a speaker, telling us to leave. And the turrets have activated. I'm going to have to go radio dark for a couple of minutes, as I deal with these turrets." Then, Red flipped out of the way of the laser barrage, dodging it and moving out of the way. A droid near him got caught in the fire and was obliterated.

 

[Kathryn Foster]

Tags: [member="Haastal Verd"], [member="Subject 73 Red"]​

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No matter how many times she blinked and tried to figure out if she was sane or not, the red threatening color still filled the hangar bay outside the windshield of the shuttle. She had seen alot of strange things through her journeys across the galaxy, but this was something completely unknown. It resembled something out of an old horror holo-movie she had seen. Only now, she were inside it herself and the chills up her spine were almost going outside her body. It was real. It was so real.

Deep within her own thoughts, Haastal's voice startled her a bit.

''Bodies? No!'' she replied while catching a breath from the scare. ''Not yet...'' she finished in a lower voice.

''Got you, sir...''

She exchanged looks with the B1 pilot droid and drew her blaster out of its holster. The pilot droid still sat, slightly confused, in his seat. That would not do and Kathy went to a nearby rack of E-5 blaster rifles and threw it one.

''No time to kick back and relax, tin man. You're programmed to use one of those, right?''

''Roger, roger.'' the droid replied with its buzzing voice before standing up and went into guard mode by her side.

If not having been wearing a helmet, that sudden thundering boom that broke through the entire shuttle would have hurt the ears for sure.

''HOLY-!'' she exclaimed and pulled the droid along with her to a wall of the shuttle, away from the roof if anything was to come through it.

Then. Except for a deep gulp, just barely passing the heart that felt like it jumped up to her throat. Silence...

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

Objective: Public Appearance​

Location: C.S.S. Caleuche "Graveyard"​

Attire: [HERE]​

Tags: Open​

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There were so many new people for the woman to watch, and she was more than pleased with that. Her golden-hues slowly moved over each of them, watching them as she smirked softly. She noticed the pink zeltron so eagerly climb into another's lap, simply brushing it off as two lovers or close friends enjoying the night together. She watched as children rushed off into the maze looking for candy bars or other scares for the night, and she watched as what was apparently a student stayed close to his teacher. A soft smile grew where the smirk had been, once more revealing her fangs, though she'd figure people would brush it off as part of some costume.

Once more bringing the sanguine liquid to her lips, she took a long sip of her drink, though golden-hues remained peering over the rim of the glass. As she brought the glass back down, resting it upon the table, she shifted slightly. Her legs carefully uncrossed before slipping one over the other again and leaning back a bit more. After all, she was only there to keep up some kind of public appearance and relax for the night; though most did not know exactly whom she was - a perk of always wearing a helmet to cover your face. With a soft sigh she carefully ran one of her fingers along the rim of the glass, a soft melodic tune slipping from the glass.

She was sure though that soon enough the festivities would reach their high point, as guessing from the earlier call for judges for the costume contest. Perhaps she could volunteer, she mused to herself, though figured she'd rather watch and enjoy than judge others. After all, if someone had taken the time to work on a costume, even if it came out looking like a melted hutt, shouldn't they get just as much appreciation and adoration as someone who spent the last year working on their costume?

 

[Subject 74 Lucky]

Objective: Enjoy the party
Wearing:

Tags: [member="Vytal Noctura"] [member="Jorah zos Darnus"]

Lucky noticed Vytal Noctura wave him over. Lucky walked over to where she and another person were waiting.

Lucky listened to what Vytal said, and he nodded,

"Nope. No questions here. Actually, there is one: who is on the list of the people who made the list?"

 

[Vytal Noctura]

Objective: Entertain Party Guests
Location: Main Hall Room > Graveyard, C.S.S. Caleuche
Costume: Countess
Tags: Open | [member="Amelia von Sorenn"]

Vytal nodded and extended a list to both [member="Subject 74 Lucky"] and [member="Jorah zos Darnus"]. On it were eight people with eight costumes, along with their current location for visual review and consideration.

Amelia von Sorenn: Feathered and Regal Black Witch
Xobos Yakieer: Pink Biker of the Grateful Dead
Daxton Bane: Literally Covered in Orbalisks
Tempest Yore: Scare Bear / Scare Bunnies
Kaia Verd: Renaissance Lady with Lace Mask
Katrine Van-Derveld: Captivating Green Witch
Damien Van-Derveld: Joke's on MacDonald
Eli-Mae Forrest: Robed Witch of the Night
Karlie Lynn Destat: Super Girl and the Insistent Droids

The Nightsister regarded the list at a glance. "Seems you've ended up on the list," Vytal commented with her eyes shifting in [member="Karlie Lynn Destat"]'s direction.

"Now, be quick about it. After we have our selection, everyone will be on the dance floor as the night reaches its zenith." For they couldn't sacrifice the people to sate some ancient spirit or some such -- that would be illegal. Nothing said they couldn't have people unwittingly participate in a ritual, however. Quite harmless to those involved. Just a little spiritual energy to bring balance to the world. It was for a good cause.

 

[Cali Ziiva]

Objective: Par-tay!
Location: Entryway, C.S.S. Caleuche
Costume: Cute Biker Chick + Attitude
Tags: Open | [member="Xobos Yakieer"]

The pink Zeltron wiggled her hips to shake off Xobos' pinches. Little nips like that weren't going to deter Cali! She'd weathered a Jedi Master's endless caution against the 'Dark Side,' she could handle a few pinches.

The fingertips of Cali's right hand trailed along the Miraluka's jawline until they came to rest beneath Xobos' chin for a second. Gentle pressure encouraged the woman to tilt her head back slightly. Meanwhile the Zeltron's other hand rested palm down atop the captive Biker Chick's right shoulder. With a smile set upon her lips, Cali bent in and leaned down toward her prisoner. "Proving what again?" She stopped just short of a kiss. Her voice lowered, but still loud enough to be faintly heard given the proximity and environmental noise; though at times Xobos might need to strain to hear it. "That I can't let you go? That you're mine for the evening?"

Obviously Xobos felt comfortable with Cali. Obviously Xobos wanted more because she always blushed, never refused (verbally or otherwise), and was even -- at times -- playful. Like, Cali had dropped plenty of big hints in the Miraluka's lap, which she devoured, but rarely returned. Made a girl think maybe that was how things were in this relationship of theirs. That being the case, the Zeltron knew just what her snuggable partner required.

"Of course, if you object, I could always stop." Slowly the pink woman straightened her upper body, but took no move to slip out of Xobos' lap.

 

[Jorah zos Darnus]

Objective: Understand these Outlanders
Location: Graveyard, C.S.S. Caleuche
Wearing: Nan Quan | Krama Scarf
Tags: [member="Vytal Noctura"]

The Nightsister explained their task.

It was much words. Many words. Very little understanding, as the young Dathomiri was able to catch a word here or there, with the bulk of the explanation escaping his comprehension.

That is, until she'd repeated the instructions in Dathomiri.

The second version had been much easier to understand. If the galaxy would only speak the Allyan tongue, then everything about space would be a lot easier for the Talay native.

He was still quite uncertain what the purpose of this contest was. But, he knew what he liked. And so, reviewing the people on the list that the Nightsister provided, it was easy for the youth to arrive at a very clear answer to the question of which costume would receive his vote.

"This one," the boy offered, pointing to the entry of [member="Amelia von Sorenn"]

 

[Eternal Rapture]

Tag: [member="Kathryn Foster"] | [member="Subject 73 Red"] | [member="Haastal Verd"]​

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Once the turret was silenced it wouldn't take long for a skilled slicer to unseal the command deck. From there it'd be one last obstacle of getting Command's door opened before anyone could step inside.

Inside, the command center would be found just as spotless as everywhere else the boarders had seen. All except for a long figure dressed in a red and gold outfit with a bejeweled crown upon their head. When the doors parted and life -- or machine -- entered the figure turned its head with a slight twist of its shoulders in their direction to level its red eyes at them. A face-splitting smile was carved in the ivory mask it wore. A white gloved hand pointed at them. "I told you to leave. I have enough of you to feed it for a time. Or," its eyes grew brighter, "do I need to escort you out?"

Beyond the figure that stood in the center of the command area, displayed on a large window that spanned the width of the room was an image of some kind of energy field. Those with keen eyes might note the label 'Laboratory' and 'Experiment 2935' in a corner of the screen.

Tag: [member="Ashla Vella"] | [member="Jenmae Ophiro"] | [member="Seren"] | [member="Cerria Rene"] | [member="Celiana"]​

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"Show," the word sounded as though bellowed from far below and with such force that the station itself trembled beneath under its sway. "My," loud creaks snapped and popped as the station groaned under the strain. The last word was drawn out for several seconds as bulkheads cracked in half, "Self." All around them the station shook. The vibration grew and grew. The sound of countless pillars and supports cracking, breaking, and being twisted away from the walls and pathways they were intended to spare from the cruel disregard of the void.

With an ear-piercing screech the way ahead simply vanished as the station tore itself to pieces. Where the rest of the station 'fell' would never be known. How air had not rushed by and sucked all occupants out into the void was just as mysterious. As was the swirling mists that was splayed out before their eyes rather than an endless field of stars.

Another loud bang shook the corridor as something massive struck it from above out of sight from the broken station. There wouldn't be time to investigate, however, as something far more captivating would appear before their eyes.

With its thirty-foot tall head soon risen from the deep, a creature's burning gaze peered at those in the broken hallway.

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[Pom Stych Tivé]

Costume Party​

Events like this are no more than a ruse to this Mistress of Malcontent, a means of entertainment to sway the attendee from focusing on the truly critical state of the people. Pom often wondered if the Mandragora need the CIS at all to thrive. To remain under the governance of the CIS is merely a truce per say. No different than an acquiration which the CIS have since lost interest in. But the luster of the Mandragora is in no way tarnished; it is flourishing.

In her experience within the relations among the ranks over the past year, the CIS is no closer to accepting the ways of the witches and warlocks than they are of the enemy; they accept the loyalty of a stranger sooner than they do of their enemy. The Mistress Malcontent often wondered if the Mandragora shall awaken as a whole, and remove its veil, to evolve as a force to be reckoned with, in ways it is meant to be. The Mandragora are like a beast with its teeth filed down, one which must seek other unnatural creative outlets for its rage, if even it can awaken from it’s forced induced slumbering. Already their secured artifacts are more than are known to most, the secluded hiding places that the Nightsisters have not revealed to the masses. Their purpose gains the Mandragora more protection and ability than they have even studied to this day. An arsenal of sacred and magickal items no mere human can counter, as easily as they verbally contest to be less superior. Magick akin to, but not surpassing that of Dathomir, complied into one phenomenal supportive mass.

Such a small token of this splendor does this Mistress Malcontent don around her neck in her Talismans. But she wears no festive costume, nor flaunts her sexuality like the early hours of a bonfire dance. Is not the fact that the witch is a witch frightening enough? Only the Nightsisters understand such a mindset. Pom would rather be studying some ancient skill overlooked by women of the current era. Such amazing finds only confuse most during a battle today, granting the wielder the edge, certainly.

She has learned one thing good since coming to this region, that slavery is bad. But also people still require an enforcer, for without it they create too much trouble for themselves. Might this be also the way the CIS view the Mandragora? As a people needing to be contained? She isn’t certain as of yet. Can she truly be the only one who wonders about this?

Tonight she comes because she wants to see for herself what is so good about such fantasy themed gatherings. She had her ideas about what she would like to do to the naysayers, things their hostess [member="Vytal Noctura"] shot down entirely, leaving Pom out of this wonderfully planned mayhem altogether.

Vytal, her sister, the sensible one.

 

[Subject 74 Lucky]

Objective: Enjoy the party
Wearing:

Tags: [member="Vytal Noctura"] [member="Jorah zos Darnus"]

Lucky looked over the list. Then, he spotted one that he was genuinely terrified of: [member="Tempest Yore"] 's costume. It looked like a deranged teddy bear, and Lucky loved it.

"That one." Lucky pointed at [member="Tempest Yore"] on the list.

 

[Subject 73 Red]

[member="Haastal Verd"]
[member="Kathryn Foster"]

Red noticed the screen with the labels "Laboratory" and "Experiment 2935". Red was unnerved by the label with the experiment thing, because he was an experiment himself.

"But we haven't even started, why would we leave? Besides, you aren't a very good host, you haven't even introduced yourself." Red said calmly.

Red noticed that the figure had red eyes, like him. Great, Red didn't want to have something to relate to this figure with. This figure was... unnerving. Red didn't like where this was going.

 

[Eternal Rapture]

Tag: [member="Kathryn Foster"] | [member="Subject 73 Red"] | [member="Haastal Verd"]​

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Behind the sole occupant of the station they'd encountered a terminal sat lit up with a display mirroring that on the large screen.

"Oh, hoo hoo," the masked figure's head snapped to the right and regarded Subject 73 Red at an angle. "Why would you leave? Why."

Instantly the red and gold garbed figured appeared before Subject 73, its mask scant inches form the other man's face. Had this unknown entity moved? There hadn't been so much as a flicker of movement before it simply ceased to exist in one spot, and existed again in another. "Because I asked nicely."

A throaty hum hum followed its soft recounting of why. "But you're right. Let me... introduce myself." The figure straightened up, now two feet away from the man with its permanently affixed, black and empty grin. "I... am GRAND... Master of the Unknown, Unknowable, and Unseen. The Grand Moff of Terror. The Emperor of Fear. I..." the tips of all its fingers pressed upon its chest, "am the humble servant of the Abyss. And... you are?" Its right hand slowly unfolded out toward Subject 73.

 

[Subject 73 Red]

[member="Kathryn Foster"]
[member="Haastal Verd"]
[member="Eternal Rapture"]

Red blinked. The figure was standing right in front of him. How did he do that? He wasn't there before, and know he was inches from Red's face! Red stood there, unfazed by the figure standing in front of him and with a calm demeanor. Red stared right into the figure's eyes. Red listened to the figure's description of himself. Hmm, well, this figure defiantly isn't humble.

"I am Subject 73, but you can call me Red. I'm an experiment. Vigilante, detective, commando, agent. I'm a genetically modified supersoldier. I'm a keeper of peace, and dealer of justice. Pleased to meet you, Grand. You see, we can't leave until we figure out who sent a distress beacon, and why it was sent. Surely someone with such vast knowledge such as yourself could help us, Grand." Red said. Well, this guy seemed off to Red. It would probably be the best decision to be nice and courteous to this strange and bizarre figure.

 

[Karlie Lynn Destat]

Objective: Party Hardy
Location: at the Caleuche's promenade deck party
Attire:

Tags:Open... Vytal Nocturahttps://starwarsrp.net/user/21495-vytal-noctura/
Post: 5


She were amused.
Not many things amused the blonde, but a mock graveyard with old bare oaks and spooky mist rolling through the tombstones was quite a sight.

She would have commented on the authenticity of the graveyard, but in reality what did she really know of such places really? Castagne had long since done away with such antiquated means of remembering their fallen and loved ones. But there were archives, records of such gothic places like graveyards in it's history...but that were many Millenniums past.
So she simply kept pace with her host, somehow not straying too distant from her. She were after all in a spooky graveyard and somehow had gotten into it's vibe.

It were rather comical at times seeing her duck at times,when one of the flying rodents, bats as some systems called them flew about. It were difficult to distinguish whether they were real or automatons. Hell, it didn't matter..they were both frightful. Of course, she hoped for the latter, not being real.

As it were, the graveyard although not a jumping party hardy place, was nevertheless more enjoyable as it seemed so real to karlie. especially being led about by Vytal in a vampiric type of dress costume, which of course in the course of following her, Karlie discovered it were of a Duchess...or Countess. Still, whatever it were supposed to be, it were one of her favorites that she had seen thus far.

It were to her surprise when in the middle of the spooky tour through the tombstones that Vytal were delivered a costume list and for some oddball reason, Karlie found herself on that very list. Weird...
She didn't remember entering any costume contest. Hmm...
But apparently maybe it were by nominations or something along those lines.
"Oh?..." She took a moment to look over herself a bit. well, aside from the crazed Ewok and Deranged rabbit costumes, everyone else had a more befitting costume that mirrored the theme of the party...gothic, eccentric and spooky.
"... well, it is well fitted. Just that it stands out like an LED emitter.." Yes, the flash red, yellow and blue of her spandex costume. It was way off the scale compared to the rest. Still, if someone had liked it and nominated her for the contest, then sure she was in.
If anything Karlie thought of maybe winning the oddball costume."Tte he.." She let out a chuckle thinking about it.

"I like yours, Vytal..." She then said, pointing out the obvious.
"Although why aren't you on the list?"

 

[Vytal Noctura]

Objective: Entertain Party Guests
Location: Graveyard, C.S.S. Caleuche
Costume: Countess
Tags: Open | [member="Amelia von Sorenn"] | [member="Karlie Lynn Destat"] | [member="Subject 74 Lucky"] | [member="Jorah zos Darnus"] | [member="Daxton Bane"] | [member="Tempest Yore"] | [member="Kaia Verd"] | [member="Damien Van-Derveld"] | [member="Eli-Mae Forrest"] | [member="Xobos Yakieer"]

Vytal looked to the young Nightbrother as he offered his choice. It was quite apropos for the young man; no doubt appealed to his sensibilities. That said, she didn't think it a poor choice. In fact they were all quite good. Personally she found the one with a sinister smile and a yellow suit striking -- it was so unusual. Yet so was Karlie's blue outfit with its large 'S' -- what did it stand for, she wondered?

Then Lucky made his own announcement, which drew Vytal's gaze. Another good choice, as the giant teddy bear with its razor sharp teeth and claws eager to tear into flesh was certainly one of the few terrifying choices in the list.

Karlie spoke up about Vytal herself not being on the list. The Nightsister turned to look over at her. "Thank you." It did feel nice to be noticed from time to time, even if she rarely found time to consider being complimented. It might not be as beneath her as she felt the day she left Dathomir. A little recognition even for something cosmetic. "I am new to these gatherings, but it seemed inappropriate to list myself." Contests. It was an interesting idea. Not that the women on Dathomir did not engage in contests. They were people like any other -- not that she'd ever say that -- and were competitive with one another as a clan family. While this offworlder method was quite...difficult, the one overseeing affairs often excluded themselves.

"Yours is eye-catching. I have never seen anything like it," Vytal admitted. "Perhaps after the announcement and dance we can speak more." It seemed such an outfit had an origin. Quite a vibrant outfit. It might be interesting to learn more of it.

With a nod, she looked back at the two men. "Let us adjourn to the dance floor then. There is a... strange custom I have found some offworlders enjoy this time of year."

The pale woman turned then to the side in Amelia's direction. "All are welcome to join. It should prove entertaining to observe if nothing else." If the holovids of such frivolity were to go by.

 

[Subject 74 Lucky]

Wearing:

[member="Vytal Noctura"] [member="Jorah zos Darnus"] [member="Karlie Lynn Destat"]

Lucky nodded to Vytal. "Okay! I would like to see this custom, too! I've never been to a party. You don't get to have much social events in a lab or on a battlefield." Lucky admitted.

It was true. He had never been able to socialize with people before, he just never had the time. Besides, he had grown up in a lab as an experiment, so there wasn't much socializing with other people other than other experiments, but they were all weird as him. Lucky had rarely had a chance to meet normal people before.

Lucky followed after them to the dance floor.

He was excited. Maybe he could finally figure out the mystery of normal people!

 

[Daxton Bane]

Tag: [member="Vytal Noctura"]

The hulking living mass of pulsing flesh and writhing insects seemed unstable at first glance, but as Daxton approached the dance floor his lumbering form gradually grew more graceful with each step he took. Anyone who could sense the Force would note the sudden flare of Dark Side energy that granted his bulbous form an unnatural grace. To those who could not sense the Force,they grew wary as the insectoids covering his carape seemed to grow agitated and restless in their movements.

They say fighting was like a dance and this performance by the Dark Lord was rather unique indeed. Sharp robotic like movements contrasted against smooth muscle contractions and Daxton moved to the beat on the dance floor, culminating in dizzying spin on one leg while bench pressing another guest over his head. Think old world ballet meets pop locking and bastardized swing, all on acid and would scratch the surface of that performance piece.