Populate A Winter's Blessing | THR Life and Name Day Thread [Resource Hex]

[Isla Reingard]

Objective II

Isla's laughter nearly burst from her lungs at the unexpected profanity spilling from Phillip's mouth. Hands braced on her knees, she wheezed, "Kriffing kark? Phillip, you can't just drop that kind of language! Warn me so I don't pass out!"

Before she could revel in the moment, a decent throw from Phillip snapped her competitive spirit back to life. Absolutely not, she seethed. She refused to be outdone by someone who apologized to furniture.

Tossing off her glove with dramatic flair, she ground out, "Better luck next time," in a mimicking voice. Then she retrieved her axe, ready to prove her superiority.

Just as she threw, a jolt seared through her chest. The Force prickled with unease, prompting her gaze to dart downward to the spot where her glove had fallen. The glove lay alone, no bag in sight. She didn't even track the throw as she spun to Phillip, her voice laced with fury. "Where's my bag? It was right here! Why weren't you watching it?"

She scanned the surrounding crowd, her panicked eyes locking onto a familiar figure. Abishai, the miserable, hooded scoundrel, skulked among the spectators. How? Why? She jabbed a finger at him. "THIEF!"

Immediately, heads turned. Isla didn't waste another moment. She tore after Abishai through the snow, fury and adrenaline coursing through her.

"HEY! RETURN MY STUFF, YOU KRIFFING...!"

Phillip Slate | Abishai Jade​

 

[Lorn Reingard]

Objective III
Tags: Ala Quin​

Lorn's breath exploded from him in a strangled gasp. The jab hit him right in the gut, utterly out of the blue. He folded over, hands flying to his stomach as a sharp, immediate pain bloomed. Faint stars swam at the edge of his sight.

"Force," he managed, thinking, she was feisty today. Before he could even begin to recover, Ala was on him. A whirlwind of wool and sheer panic, she babbled apologies so fast his dazed mind struggled to keep up.

"Harry?" Lorn rasped, his voice barely a whisper, a mix of airless disbelief. "You... named it?" Her mitten was still pressed against his abdomen. He let out a wheezing laugh, which came out choked but undeniably amused. "Ala... it's fine. Harry's fine. Completely... unharmed."

Her horror only seemed to deepen, which, Force help him, made the situation ten times funnier. He straightened up slowly, wincing but starting to feel more like himself. His hand gently closed around the mitten still fussing over him. "For the record," he murmured, "this doesn't mean you win."

He stepped back, tugging her hand just enough to throw off her balance. "But my word," he added with a low, pained chuckle, "you pack a punch for someone made of ninety percent winter clothing." She squeaked as she went down, not roughly, but guided into a soft tumble in the snow. Lorn followed her movement, snagging his staff and pivoting with an easy grace that belied the lingering ache.

In one fluid motion, he planted the end of his staff on the puff of clothing, leaning in just enough to hold her there.

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

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Objective I - Lights of the Ovli Market
Outfit: x | Equipment: x x x x | Tag: Makai Dashiell

Myra nearly choked on her hot toddy at the white girl wasted jab, laughter bubbling up bright and unrestrained before she could even pretend to smother it behind the rim of her cup.

"Oh absolutely not," she managed between breaths, eyes sparkling as she swatted lightly at his arm. "Last time that happened I never lived it down that I passed out on the speeder drive home after that dinner with Junior. I've learned my lesson."

Maybe.

But the teasing softened as he spoke of Kellan, of Bale, and the words that never needed saying aloud. Myra glanced at him sidelong, her thumb brushing a slow arc across the back of his hand. She didn't press. She didn't need to. She was the only one he trusted with that quiet anger, that ache for the boy, and she carried it gently.

"We'll make space for him," she said quietly as snow gathered in her dark curls. "For whatever he grows into. Whether it's frogs or microscopes or Tooka kittens."

She bumped his hip lightly and fflashed him a grin.

"Though if you bring home two Tookas, you're the one explaining it to Kuro. Our grumpy old beast already thinks he's senior staff."

The market opened wider around them, lanterns swaying in the breeze, music threading through the crowd. Myra let herself soak in the moment of holding warm drink in her hand, crisp cold air, and her gorgeous husband beside her looking entirely too good with snow stuck in his hair. They deserved this night. Just them, without reports or deadlines or sticky toddler hands.

Then he mentioned a gift.

A gift bought for himself… with her in mind.

Myra slowed her steps, her lips curving into a dangerous, knowing full lipped smile as she turned her head toward him.

"Oh? Saved for a childfree evening, is it?" She angled closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. "You do realize you can't tease me like that without expecting consequences."

Her gaze skimmed down him and back up, deliberate.

"And trust me, Makai Dashiell -- I am very capable of taking advantage of date night in public."

She leaned in to brush a slow kiss at the corner of his mouth, barely there but a promise more than contact.

"I don't need to get white girl wasted to misbehave," she whispered. "I just need you."

A beat, then she straightened and tossed him a perfectly innocent smile.

"Now," she said brightly, "let's find our daughter an ornament for the tree before I torment you further."

That's when she gave him a slight side eye.

"Besides... a new commission piece should be arriving just in time for Life day..." she said as she took a long sip of her hot toddy at the perfect moment.

 

[Adelle Bastiel]

Axilla, Ukatis
Tag: Aurelian Veruna

Adelle scoffed, amused by the thought of getting personal invitations from the interim Chancellor. "That would be a scandal and a half. But probably one of the safest scandals you could do, since no one wants to piss off a Mandalorian. Well, no one smart, that is."

She reached up and scratched Phantom's chin, smirking at his quiet comment. "That's why she's leashed."

Aurelian flashed a smile that promised trouble before hefting his last axe. His throw was clean, and landed damn close to the center of the target. Adelle clicked her tongue and hissed out a sigh, her sense of competitiveness bristling at the seeming injustice of an excellent throw after all their mediocre ones. Had he been deliberately sandbagging her? This might be a sign that she should not enter further competitions: eyes on her just made her worse apparently.

"If you'd consistently thrown like that," Adelle said, humor replacing the slight injury to her pride, "I might have been bringing you a bouquet of vibroknives in the future. A shame. Although I'm pretty sure someone else would use those knives to kill me."

She smiled wickedly back at him, returning mischief for mischief. "Since this is your party, I'm sure you know where the good stuff is. I'll follow your lead."

Snow floated down from the sky blanketed with thick clouds, golden lantern light spilling over the sparkling drifts. The Ovli Market buzzed with people. Snow wasn't a particularly common sight on Corellia, and certainly not Coronet City, but being with the Jedi and her recent date with Eenia Vahn at the Zinder event gave her more familiarity with it. It still didn't get any less pretty. Unless it was on Hoth. Snow on Hoth was evil.

"You sure she won't be mad we're going out for drinks instead?" Adelle asked, eyes glinting with teasing. "I'd rather not ruin my chances to get personal invites to any future parties."

 

[Ala Quin]

Snow puffed around her as she hit the ground, landing in an undignified bundle of winter woolies. For a heartbeat she lay perfectly still, staring up at him as his staff pressed lightly, but decisively, into her padded torso.

Then her lower lip began to tremble. Just slightly. Her eyes widened, glassy and shimmering with pristine, weaponised tears. “...you pushed me,” she whispered, sounding like a betrayed woodland creature. She gave a long, slow, soft and quivering inhale. “So…mean…”

The crowd made a collective sympathetic noise. Several children glared accusingly at Lorn.

And then...Ala’s gaze sharpened.

In one smooth motion, her hand snapped up, batting his staff aside with surprising speed. She rolled backward, boots kicking up a spray of snow as she popped to her feet...much more gracefully than a creature encased in three layers of winter clothing should have ever managed.

But the moment she stood, she froze.

Her coat was soaked. And muddy. And sagging. She stared down at it with an expression of absolute betrayal. “No. No, absolutely not. I am not fighting in this.”

Her hands dove for the buttons, and she shrugged the massive coat off her shoulders in a flurry of fur and frustration. It hit the snow with a wet splat. She stood revealed in her white tank, pink-cheeked and definitely cold, breath fogging visibly, though her indignation seemed to keep her warm for the moment.

The snow pants squelched when she moved. She grimaced. “Ugh...these too.”

Ala began tugging them off with hopping, determined little motions, muttering under her breath as she wrestled the heavy fabric down over winter boots. Hop. Tug. Hop. Tug. And then a final victorious yank.

She kicked the pants aside, now in loose, flowing training trousers that actually allowed her to move. She shook out her hair, straightened her tank top, and levelled her staff with a suddenly far more dangerous glint in her eye.

Her voice dropped into something calm and deceptively steady.

“Eyes up here...Mr. Quin.”

| Tag: Lorn Reingard |
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[Connel Vanagor]

Baby Shower
Ukatis
Celebration

Omega Squad Every Day Gear Locations

• Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
  [Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
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  • Nano-Tech Armor (For Emergencies)
  • Headset Microphone Comm-Link
  • Mobile "Bodycam" Datapad
  • Lightblaster
  • Shortsabers (“Night” and “Day”)
  • Throwing Lightknives
  • Force Blinding Flashbangs
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  • Bonemer enhancements to strengthen structure of the body
  • Muscle enhancements.
  • Hemo enhancements for blood flow
  • Hawkeye implants for eyes
  • Advanced Medical Implant
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• Shadow Sanctuary - Enterprise

Wasn’t really looking to interrupt as Cora was the center of attention (as well she should be right now). However she waved, and therefore he would not turn that away. So Connel, Chrysa (and Buster) walked over, there was a reason he was wearing the cloak he was wearing (he NEVER wore cloaks unless he had to) and once they were in front of her, Cora would see.

Hey Kiddo. This is for your impending kiddo. A plush of an Aak dog like Buster, but in a Taun Taun costume. He also showed her the “reservation/certificate” that there is an actual Gallinorese Mountain Aak Dog puppy waiting for them when she is ready to give them a buddy.

That is when his mother Chrysa surprised her with a donation to the charity of her choice in her, Makko’s and their child’s name. It wasn’t much, but it was hopefully something thoughtful. I don’t know why I’m in the mood for ice cream.

He was clearly uncomfortable. Not because of the company, just these parties are not his thing. He pointed out to her each member of Omega Squad, they were here in regular clothes, again, she was one of the FEW who would know them without their gear.

Corazona von Ascania • Makko Vyres • TAGS • ARE • OPEN
Personal Effects - Omega Squad Loadouts​

 

[Phillip Slate]

Tags: Isla Reingard Abishai Jade

"I'll...I'll kriffing say what I karking want! Okay?!"

As much as he was doing his best to sound frustrated, there was something amusing about Phillip cursing away. Acting as if it wasn't incredibly out of character for him. His whole thing was meant to be flowery language. Poetry and whatnot. Not trying to sound like some kind of brutish thug that snapped out curses wherever he could.

His gaze had been focused on the throw Isla was doing next...Up until he heard the sudden fury in her voice as Phillip turned around, confused as to what he had done wrong, and actually quite hurt with the sudden tone used. His gaze flicked towards the snow where Isla's bag was meant to be. Emphasis on the meant. Someone had stolen it...and she was blaming him for it.

Great. You can't do anything right.

Phillip's hands clenched into tightly held fists, as he tried not to listen to that side of himself. It was true though, wasn't it? Before he could wrap his head around the situation, Isla was bursting off after the thief. Phillip's eyes darted towards one of the axes for a moment. A rather...violent thought crossing his mind. He could stop the thief. If he got one good throw. Sure, it'd cause a lot of problems for himself...but it was worth it if he could stop the thief. His hand hovering near one of the axes, as he debated...before Phillip broke out into a sprint of his own. There wasn't anything he could do but...He wasn't good at throwing. Knowing his luck, he'd hit someone innocent.

He couldn't do anything to help.

 

[Elian Abrantes]

OBJ:2-->OBJ:1
Shade
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Elian didn't pause long, just enough to feel the weight of the moment settle into that sweet space between confidence and competition. Snow drifted past his lashes as he lifted the bow again, nocking a third arrow with the easy grace of someone who'd grown up around targets, training fields, and the constant need to prove he could keep up with his older siblings.

He drew in a steady breath.

The string pulled taut, humming faintly beneath his fingers. His stance shifted, grounding, aligning, carefree demeanor melting into a brief flash of unmistakable focus. Anyone watching closely enough would see it: the Abrantes precision beneath all the charm.

"Alright," he murmured, half to himself, half to the Force, half for the dramatic effect he knew his brother hated. "Let's make this one sing."

He released.

The arrow flew fast and clean, slicing through the snowfall in a perfect arc before burying itself deep near the center of the target, close enough that the crowd gave a small, appreciative murmur.

Elian let out a low whistle, tipping his head as though impressed with himself. Well, there was still much game left to be had, perhaps even come back and try the ax throwing, but for now, he smelt the sweetness of spiced hot chocolate in the air.

He had to go get some. He walked over to Cassian and Shade, tapping his brother on the arm. "I'm going to get us some hot chocolate, I'll be right back! You better keep hitting dead center Shade!"

And then he was off!

 

[Kas Larsen]

Kas Larsen

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"I'm a Jedi Sentinel, using everything in my arsenal to keep the peace."

TAGS: @ OPEN
EQUIPMENT: Kas' Gear | Echo Stone
CURRENT LOCATION: Ukatis | Axilla | Ovli Market
OBJECTIVE: Objective I - Lights of the Ovli Market

Finally, arrived in the docking station of Ukatis within the capital of Axilla and heading for the Ovli Market mainly for browsing but Kas had brought a gift for Jedi Knight; Corazona von Ascania. Corellian Wine was brought for the new mother to be Kas couldn't think of anything else apart from may be flowers but he suspected Caden, Kharis or others bombarded Corazona with many gifts already. Taking a little wander within the marketplace to see if there would be anything else to pick from or meet fellow Jedi or High Republic officials he had accompanied in assignments, studies or training since he joined the Jedi Order out this way.

"Well, I'm here now guess I better find Master Ascania and give her this gift. Hope she likes it."

 

[Kharis Larsen]

Kharis Larsen

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"I'm a Jedi Guardian, my lightsaber is an extension and it will serve to protect."

TAGS: @ OPEN
FURTHER INFO: BIO
CURRENT LOCATION: Ukatis | Axilla | Ovli Market
OBJECTIVE: Objective I - Lights of the Ovli Market

Coming out of the J-1 Shuttle as Caden and Kharis pilot the vessel to arrive in the Docking Bay within the city of Axilla, the capital of Ukatis. It looked like the celebrations and attendees were already underway having the time of their lives amongst each other's company. After heading out from the Docking Bay and leaving her ship behind as Caden and Kas went off into the Ovli Market it'd be another opportunity to find fellow Jedi that Kharis had accompanied on missions, studied and trained with since becoming a Jedi. Flowers and toys were on her mind to find as gifts for Jedi Knight; Corazona von Ascania so Kharis wandered through.

"Hmm some items for the mother-to-be and the little sounds about right."

 

[Kiran Arlos]

Persephone Dashiell Corazona von Ascania Makko Vyres Jonyna Si
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Kiran hesitated only a moment before following, careful not to crowd but unwilling to let Persephone wander off alone into what already looked like a social minefield. He adjusted his grip on the hot chocolate, weaving through the press of marketgoers until he caught up near the dais where Corazona von Ascania sat, radiant under the lantern light.

He lingered just behind Persephone as she delivered her… characteristically blunt greeting. The words 'Knocked up, I see' hit the air like a thrown pebble into still water, rippling through the nearby onlookers. Kiran winced internally but maintained a polite composure, stepping forward with a practiced smile that softened the edges of Persephone's delivery.

"Good day," he began, voice even and respectful. "I'm Kiran Arlos, Persephone's friend." He offered a courteous nod first to Cora, then to the dark-haired man beside her. "Congratulations to you both," he added after a brief beat, glancing uncertainly between them before finishing with a small, good-natured grin. "And, uh… apologies if I've got this wrong, but, are you her, ah, well...um? Regardless, congratulations still stand."

 

[Caden Larsen]

Caden Larsen

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"I'm a Jedi Consular, study and use the Force to defend and protect others."

TAGS: @ OPEN
FURTHER INFO: BIO
CURRENT LOCATION: Ukatis | Axilla | Ovli Market
OBJECTIVE: Objective I - Lights of the Ovli Market

The J-1 Shuttle made its arrival upon Ukatis, headed into the capital city called Axilla and Caden was already wandering through the Ovli Market since many Jedi and members of the High Republic, family and friends were invited to attend. In a previous lesson he attended that Jedi Master Durak'Tur held Caden had met with Jedi Knight; Corazona von Ascania. It was when his master, Jedi Knight; Anneliese Kaohal-Delaine was chatting away with Corazona where she told Caden to lookout for Anneliese. He hopes that he will keep to his word as well as learning and training under Anneliese throughout his time as a Jedi Padawan Learner.

"Hmm. I wonder what to get for Master Ascania. I heard she is quite the talented Healer. May be some hand med-packs, medical utilities? Hmph."

 

[Dominique Vexx]

Dominique would have replied to Sibylla's question, but the energetic woman moved on as quickly as she'd asked it. There in fact were, but no where remotely near the extent or caliber of Naboo. In fact, Sib's world was one of the few the Director of Denon hadn't plans on trying to develop. Even someone powerful like herself needed a retreat, and Naboo could certainly fill that role in location and scenery.

Sibylla and Dominique chuckled together at the thought of the Voice offering herself as tribute to win a sculpture contest. There weren't many that garner more than a polite laugh from a woman submerged in political intrigue. So few genuine people in her life; which was precisely why Dominique went to such lengths to try and protect Sibylla. Credits could be recovered, but people like her were irreplaceable.

"Be sure to let him know later, so he can be suitably mortified at missing such a chance." Aurelian Veruna was much like herself. Someone that had volunteered to endure the pressures of a wider world. Burdens that did not often leave room for humor and relaxation. Trust, alone, was difficult to manage. Dominique tried to insert himself into his life to help -- and because of his influence, of course -- but he was a slippery one. Not that he didn't involve her in critical matters, but his attention was so often torn she felt as though she hadn't made as deep a connection as Dominique would have liked.

When they came upon the meet-and-greet stage, Dominique was equally beside herself staring at the scene. To think a Princess of an otherwise... humble world garnered so much attention. Perhaps she'd have to plan a Spring party to get such attention! Though people should know well enough Denon's value. She needn't be pregnant for attention, Dominique hoped.

As she reflected on the scene, it was Sibylla that grabbed her and pulled her out of the horse's way. Her hand landed atop Sibylla's as they stood together with golden eyes briefly following after the horse. Her gaze swung back to Sibylla with a smile on her lips. "Quite alright, Love. You?" Dominique chuckled to herself. "That is not something that'd happen on Denon. I suppose we should be more mindful this world is more apt for such... encounters, but do you think the rider is in control of that steed?" With the all the noise it seemed doubtful. But if Ukatis were rural and horses were a thing, shouldn't they have better riders?

"Well, if they're quite done trying to run us all down, perhaps we should say hello. You know, rank does have its privileges, Sibylla." Perhaps a characteristic of her station the Voice -- and acting Vice-Chancellor -- did not often indulge in, but it was there all the same. Dominique would make a way through the crowd if nothing else. There was no need for someone as important as Sib to be caught out in the open, standing perfectly still for some assassin to strike.

Sibylla Abrantes​

 

[Solaina Embarri]

Her entire body shifted as if preparing for a verbal spar with his question. A single brow arched as her words flowed like a dagger being prepared. "Will that be an issue?"

Her retort left little to the imagination about how it was received. Shoulders squared properly and gaze locked firmly on him without acknowledging his assistant watching the exchange between them. She was more than qualified for the position. Had put in the time and effort needed to proudly wear the title. But he hadn't been beside her after a certain point. And that fact reminded her he may not have been entirely aware of her presence in some capacity.

Or had skipped briefings running headlong into the unknown still. The rise in her temper dissipating as quickly as an exhaust nacelle on one of the High Republic's starfighters as Dominic glanced to his assistant.

Her tone leveling back to civil as she ignored the question of her last name. If he were genuinely interested in knowing how she had been of late, he could unbury himself and make an effort to meet with her privately when their joint project wasn't the focal point of this meeting.

Not that she was unhappy to see him doing well for himself.

"Isotope-5 isn’t a simple fuel swap," Solaina said quietly, keeping her voice low and precise. "It distorts gravity and electromagnetic fields even in trace amounts, which means the Outbound Flight design will need reinforced containment, isolated reactor control, and a complete rework of our power distribution. Cooling, storage, and transfer protocols all have to be rebuilt from the ground up; if any one system fails, it won’t be a malfunction, it’ll cascade."

Cutting herself off as they were greeted by the one who was apparently their procurement specialist. If the name didn't set off alarm bells, the mention of their status within the Sith Empire acted like a cathedral bell.

Her smile was deeply strained.

Her mind already awash with the potential issues of meeting with such a person. No less during a festival to celebrate life and unity. For a project that was as fragile and easy to topple as Outbound Flight was. Never mind the potential issues of High Republic Intelligence services gaining interest in Dominic's business partners. Or the optics behind him making deals with someone that had an active warrant out for their arrest.

Her eyes slid to Dominic for a brief moment, wondering if he had gone off the deep end finally beneath the pressure. It was no wonder that Dominic had kept the details of this meeting so tightly capped.

She accepted the hand Quinn offered, with a swift snap of her eyes fixated on Dominic when he spoke for her. Giving her name freely to a princess of the Sith Empire.

"Solaina Embarri, Chief Engineer." Her smile a thin line at the number of things trying to disrupt what was supposed to be a streamlined project. "I will be acting as an advisor for Senator Praxon with my technical knowledge."

It was too late to back out of it now. An accessory to meeting with a wanted being. Making deals with the Sith Empire. For a project that had yet to even get the proper green light for anything beyond projections and potential. On the one hand it was outright idiocy. She was still waiting for the punchline to drop in her lap. Some unknown coming out of the crowd to tell her she had been in some elaborate prank before the Quinn before her was unmasked and Dominic made light of her reaction.

But it didn't happen. And it wasn't likely to happen as they began to walk toward a more private meeting room. And that fact did little to help the little part of her that found it all so very exciting.

Solaina to her credit did not make any side trips for goodies to nibble on or drink from. Taking the time of their trip to sort through the mounting hurdles Dominic continued to pile upon the Outbound Flight Project if the wrong person spotted them at the wrong time.

Dominic Praxon | Quinn Varanin

 

[Naniti]

It was nice to see Cora's face light up at Lysander's approach. As much apprehension as there had been, it seemed things were going smoothly from the start. No one shouting for the guards or trying to pretend they weren't there. That being said, the Togruta noticed a little... Well, a sense of that strange kind of acceptance that didn't sit right, but you full embraced it anyway because you wanted to see someone despite an outstanding disagreement or dispute.

The Princess had been on the Death Star as well? With 'her'?

With a slight step to the side, the Togruta gave Lysander's a quick elbow in the lower back after his remark about planetary destruction. Really best to avoid touching on the details of such things unless he wanted to risk having a "lively" conversation in public.

A slow nod accepted the Princess' gratitude for Naniti's attendance. Then Cora leaned in a little, which prompted the Togruta to do the same to hear what the woman had to say in confidence. "I'll be sure to do just that for anything unplanned." Training was often full of trouble, so she couldn't hold him accountable for that. Well, usually.

What? Naniti cause him trouble? Well, of course, but that didn't mean he should correct her about it in turn.

After Cora entreated Varin and Ace in turn, she turned her full attention back to Lysander. Which he probably foresaw coming and why he'd been apprehensive. This and the conflict over Light and Dark, but probably moreso story time. Then again that was sort of ironic going from being afraid of the dark (lack of light) to wielding the Dark (Side of the Force). From what Naniti had picked up earlier, however, it was best not to vocalize that observation. Just smile. Really smile over at Lysander. How embarassing.

With a slight bow, Naniti excused herself and turned to depart. Lysander started talk of a test of strength nearby. "I was just thinking the same thing," said said when Lysander just barely brushed her arm. "This should be fun." A relaxed smile returned as she looked over at the man by her side. Cora hadn't frightened her, but it was a bit awkward meeting family and trying not to stumble over any unforeseen social mines. Things had gone well though. Well enough. Maybe later she'd ask him more about it. Just when surrounded by others.

A small parchment was slipped out and unfolded from her pocket for Lysander, and the other two, to see. It contained a crusde map for attendees to know some big attractions and their locations. "It should be over... there," Naniti pointed ahead and off to one side.

Lysander von Ascania | Corazona von Ascania | Varin Mortifer | Acier Moonbound | Makko Vyres

 

[Shade]

Shade watched Elian vanish into the crowd like a spark leaping from a fire—bright, warm, impossible to miss. Once he was gone, the edge of her posture eased by an almost imperceptible degree, enough that Cassian would recognize it instantly as her version of… being comfortable.

She looked back at him then, her hand still resting in his, the heat of his palm a quiet, grounding presence. His praise, warm and unfiltered, brushed against something deeper than pride—something far less familiar.

Her gaze flicked from his eyes to the target, then back again. The smallest shift of her mouth—half a breath from a smile—appeared.

"You have already stood at the wrong end of my aim," she reminded him in a calm, matter-of-fact murmur. "I missed."

A dry note of humor threaded through the words, subtle but unmistakable. And very real.

She held his gaze one moment longer before adding, a faint tilt of her head, "Do not become too confident. It will tempt me to test my aim again."

The hidden smile returned—there for a breath, a flicker of warmth in the cold glow of her eyes—before she turned toward the axe stand.

She picked up the second axe, weighing it with a slow, measured sweep of her wrist, feeling the imbalance in the handle and adjusting her grip to compensate. The crowd around them dimmed into background noise. Snow drifted softly over her shoulders. Lanternlight glinted along the edge of the blade as she stepped into position.

Cassian spoke again, low and encouraging, and she paused just long enough to answer without looking back.

"Your brother is…enthusiastic," she observed, a note of quiet amusement threading her steady tone. "I understand why you keep him close."

Then, with a breath that sharpened her focus:

"Watch closely."

She drew back her arm, every line of her body aligned with precise intent, and released the axe in one smooth, fluid motion.

A heartbeat later—THUNK.

The blade buried itself cleanly into the wooden target, vibrations rolling through the post and echoing softly across the snowy range.

Cassian Abrantes Elian Abrantes

 

[Makai Dashiell]

OVLI MARKET

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Myra Arceneau Dashiell

"We will."

Hand squeezed hers in silent appreciation, taking another sip of his hot toddy in that to-go cup. Ellie knew what to say even without uttering a word. It was all he needed. That and apparently being checked out by his wife. The up and down gaze as they slowed all but undressed him. Undressed him all because he mentioned the potential of a slightly scandalous gift coming her way.

A small chuckle, he was in danger.

"Consequences? I have heard this before, it normally involves you falling asleep before the nightstand light is turned off."

Two could play this game. With both of them working at the respective family corporate powerhouses, a curious toddler, and a teenager on the verge of leaving the house life was busy. They both were big on the talk but actions were shelved until date night - if they both remembered anyway. A quick kiss in return just before the subject was changed to what they were really here for - shopping.

"Buy an ornament?" Disappointment laced his tone, so much so the half-Galan missed the comment about her newest piece by Life Day. "Ellie, what happened to our ornament making tradition? Buying them is so....yes we have some purchased ones mixed in but tradition. We started when Phoebe was still floating around in the womb."

It was one of the traditions he looked forward to the most beyond getting a new journal. Makai had never been a fan of Life Day but once Ellie had became pregnant he purposely made an effort to start traditions for their Starlight. He still wasn't big on the day but anything for their daughter.

"I even got all the things for Phoebe to make handprint ornaments. That's going to be her gift to all the grandparents this year."

 

[Varin Mortifer]

She didn’t throw away his gift? He expected that to happen since he was a Sith afterall, but she held on to it. It drew a curious look out of Varin as she brought her question to him while admiring the beads.

What game does he normally hunt?

Varin gave a small smile as he presented his answer.

“It really depends on what the season is or just how hungry I am. These beads hold a real significant past life to them.”

He paused for a moment debating on telling her what it was, but he supposed that if he did say and she refused the gift he would understand.

“The bones of a Tuk’ata. Not just any hound though, this was the pack's alpha. It issued me a challenge, I responded and hunted for it. It took weeks.”

He watched her admire it once more.

“I hope that you have a healthy child. Congratulations to the both of you, Sith or not this is a very special occasion.”

He gave a small bow of respect and backed away for others to continue, seeing she was already being swamped by more citizens. As he stepped back he felt a nudge as someone bumped into him. His gaze looked downward to an orange Cathar. Varin’s eyebrow raised as the Cathar spoke.

“Chit!”

Varin looked him up and down to get a quick look at him.

“Excuse me.”

He replied softly as he turned to face him.

“Quite a few people at this event, easy to bump into someone.”

Corazona von Ascania | Nir Si | Makko Vyres | Lysander von Ascania | Acier Moonbound | Naniti​

 

[Liana Organa]

Roman Vossari​

"Hm." Liana huffed with a tinge of amusement. This Roman fellow was entertaining at least. His antics reminded her of some of her own as a troublemaking youth back home. Except in this case the culprit was a grown man. She couldn't decide if that was a sad lack of maturity, or an admirable embrace of holiday whimsy.

"Is this your way of passing the smoking gun off to me?" In spite of his personal definition, what little of the story she'd heard certainly sounded like stealing. Liana took the reins anyways, concluding it couldn't be that big of a deal if he was still loitering. She handled the steed like one versed in horsemanship; It was hardly an uncommon hobby among aristocrats, especially aristocrats who were also teenage girls. After only a few minutes of pets and brushes, the mare was following her lead like they were lifelong companions.

"So, whats your name? Where're you from that you're a big deal? And how big of a deal are we talkin'? Bakery level? Or like..."

"Liana." She answered pointedly, given it was the second time she'd answered the first question, "Liana Organa." If he was aware of the name at all, that alone would probably answer his second question, but she spelled it out for him just in case, "And I suppose that depends on how you rank Princess of Alderaan on the scale."

 

[Aurelian Veruna]

Objective II - Ukatis Warriors Challenge (Axe and Archery)​

Event: Axe Throwing & Archery Competition Participation: To participate in either the axe or archery event (or both!), a buy-in of 5,000 UCS is required per event.

Mechanics:

• Each participant will make three (3) standard d20 dice rolls for their chosen event.
  
  • This can be done through the board dice mechanic or a screenshot discord roll.
• Your total score for the event will be the sum of these three rolls.
• Faction Sponsorship Option: For 10,000 UCS, a Faction may allow one (1) reroll for a chosen participant, to be used on one of their three dice rolls per event.

Winning:

• The individual with the highest cumulative score in the Axe Throwing event wins that event. The same applies to the Archery event, determining a separate winner. Prizes (Separate for each event winner):
• A split of the collective UCS buy-in pot for their respective event.
• A unique forum flair commemorating their victory.
• The esteemed privilege of submitting a name recommendation for the Dowager Princess Corazona's expectant child.

All credits pay to Aurelian Veruna


Axe Events:

Adelle Bastiel (5, 7, 2 = 14)

Aurelian Veruna (3, 4, 16 = 23)

Isla Reingard (13, 6, 3 = 22)

Phillip Slate (10, 1, 10 = 21)

Shade (7, 18, X = X)

Archery Event:

Elian Abrantes (9, 1, 20 = 30)


Unknown but have paid for the event:

Lysander von Ascania , Varin Mortifer , Acier Moonbound , Naniti

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