Amour Rapide | CIS Dominion of Stobar

[Daxton Bane]

If Daxton was smiling or smirking it would be unclear under the silver glitter makeup the covered him from head to foot. The oily wax was designed to moisturize at the same time affect an air of gaudiness which appealed to the Zabraks sense of fashion, be that as it is. Since no one had distrurbed his ruminations with small talk it would seem his strategy to left alone was working, allowing him a rare moment to indulge in quick hologame of Legends League, as he nicked a Wookie Sniper and Corellian Blaster in a wicked Double Kill with his Aura of Pain.

“Not today pretty ones. Not today.” He mumbled under his breath as he made his to the enemy Laser Tower.....

 

[UBD-028]

Objective: Calm the angry droid down.
Tags: [member="Adelle Bastiel"]

Kaz lightly played with the table cloth, his mechanical fingers running against the design it had tattered onto it. His fingers traced along the quilted design before he looked up to her grin, tilting his torso at her a bit, seeing as he pleased her he let out a little whine of excitement almost similar to a astromechs. The bot moved his hand to the under side of the table gripping it firmly and crumpling the under side like a piece of paper, having not known his strength for a couple of centuries it was clear he was still getting use to his body being back in action, his finger twirling around the table cloth and bringing the embroidered cloth where it should be sitting. Watching as she finished her whiskey.

Despite the brawling that was happening behind them, the droid was rather calm and honestly-..excited to learn about her, whatever this new emotion came from it really made him crave for knowledge and want to learn about her, Kaz actually leaned forward to continue to listen and look at her, nodding every few seconds she mentioned something. Though he was interested about one thing, her heterochromia, leaning forward he was amazed to see the genetic mutation in her, a human out of all the ones that could have the genetic mutation he brought his metal plated finger forward to poke her face curiously of course, his finger was a bit cold though, though smooth, his hand stay dormant on the table close to her still observing her oddity.

"The one dislike I can think off the top of my head are my eyes. Heterochromia. Distinctive, sure, but they're an oddity. People like to stare." Kaz tilted his head at this deciding to say something about it he rose his voice a bit so she could hear over the brawling that the warriors a few tables back were having. "A genetic mutation, nonetheless, but a beauty, it compliments your-..face well." The droid spoke like a human, though it was hard, he had been picking up speech patterns around the bar, as he heard the next question he internally sighed looking around the bar to distract himself of what he had to answer trying to find a answer for her question, what did he like was the question, did he even have likes?

"This-..unit likes to fight, and learn about others, relaxing like this or taking down time from a primitive objective such as fighting is relaxing to Kaz, Kaz sometimes wants to relax or take long walks" He said reaching forward to play with his other hand, "Kaz is expected to destroy and kill, Kaz want's respect and not to be treated like a heap of metal." Kaz said very loudly, his voice was plain and deep, but with a edge to it, gripping the table a bit, his rage was clearly defined, he wanted to be treated as all other humans, his hands gripping the side of the table and crumpling it lightly as he tried to calm himself down, had something happened when the droid was reactivated? Perhaps had its code tinkered with? Nonetheless it was different then most of the factory set droids, which made himself interesting in its own way.

 

[Alvida Osulf]

Objective: Date Night! | Wearing: xxx | Tag: [member="Kelsie Sylvan"]

Do you believe us now? It's poison.

'That would be good, then I can show you what real alcohol tastes like.' Alvida chuckled, a sarcastic note to her tone. Often people were very defensive about their choice of alcohol and, despite her wild and unruly nature, for once Alvida did not want to offend her companion. Kelsie mentioned that she drank a lot, and Alvida furrowed her brows at this statement. 'I do not think anyone can drink enough. My Father says drink till you forget what you had for dinner.' She nodded, almost as if she believed her Father's word to be the truth.

She shook her head rapidly at Kelsie's request to fetch her something to wash it down. 'No, I will grow fond of it in time. Just as I have grown fond of you.' Alvida grinned, and also lifted her hand to bring the waiter back and order another round of drinks. She could already feel the tingle at the tips of her fingers from the previous one, now she was down the rabbit hole she might as well let herself go. Not wanting to let the conversation wane Alvida piped up with another question. 'Do you like to hunt? It is a popular pass time on my planet, and for wolves.' She lifted back her top lip to flash her sharp canines.

 

[Kelsie Sylvan]

"Ha!" Kelsie laughed. She was always up for a bit of a stronger drink, and to her that sounded like a challenge -- one she would definitely accept. "This is pretty light... I had this drink on the Wheel one time, I woke up the next morning and couldn't move for the whole day." She didn't really care much about brand loyalty or sticking to a specific type of drink, she just liked the taste of a good Corellian Whiskey. It reminded her of her time. Her home.

Kelsie had drunk too much often, but Alvida's father sounded like a real whack job. She shrugged, flashing a small smile. "Well maybe not that much, I guess."

Alvida really reminded Kelsie of herself. Really, just drinks and flirting was most of her free time and personality, and so again she smiled to her companion. The young woman nodded to her question. "Yeah... I've never really hunted for sport, though. I can live off the land, but... well, occasionally I do bounty hunting, or I'm assigned a mission. Tracking, killing, all that fun stuff."

[member="Alvida Osulf"]

 

[Taozi Fuyuan]

Location: Kahoshi's Lament​

Attire: XOXO​

Tags: [member="Aya Clarke"]​

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Lace laughed as Aya played along with the joke, before sitting down across from her at their table. A small chuckle escaped her lips as Aya mentioned not starting fights if Lace won't. "Oh but my dear Aya, how bold of you to assume I won't join a fight in order to defend your honor. It is my job, after all, and these heels are very pointy." A smirk spread across her face as the waitress brought the menus. Deciding upon one of the stronger wines, Lace told the waitress her order.

"I think it was our first meeting, on Naboo. At least, ones that didn't get interrupted by other matters. My duties as a Knight Obsidian were quite... extensive before becoming your dedicated bodyguard."

 

[Aya Clarke]

Location: Kahoshi's Lament​

Attire: XOXO​

Tags: [member="Lace Vi'dreya"]​

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"Of course you would, that doesn't mean I can't hope you've learned restraint." She smiled and waited quietly for both her drink to be served, and to listen to Lace's recollections. "So little time... I imagine your duties are no less extensive even now. I can only imagine the torment that is sitting here with me and watching to make sure one does not decide today is a good day to be punched by you. IT must be dreadfully dull." She thanked the waitress when the first drinks were served, and lifted her cup up to Lace in a small wordless toast before taking a drink.

And then, another. Another. And in what seemed a short while, Aya had drained more than a couple of glasses, most of which sat on the same side as Lace's. Why you may ask? Well, the Viceroy had found it dull and boring, about five drinks in, to be using up more space like they had been. She had decided then, to move herself to sit on the same side as Lace, or more accurately seated in Lace's lap directly, arms draped about her shoulders for support to keep from falling off with her fits of giggling and laughter. Several other drinks in and the poor sister to the Vicelord had more than a few lipstick stains across her face.

"Mmm... I do think I'm quite enjoying myself, would you agree little Zerker?" She giggled and kissed Lace, again, before she could answer.

 

[Ascendant Muse]

Quite...a bit of Chaos had ensued.

If the timekeeping Droid were programmed with any sort of actual emotional responses, it might have taken the...fervor...quite differently. However, its existence was the definition of simple. If a bomb went off inside the room, it would still perform its primary directive unless directly patched to do otherwise. As a result, above the din a blare erupted from the unit denoting that the current matches had gone to time. It then announced the new seating arrangements and began a one minute count-down for the shuffling into place to conclude.

Spoiler: New Seats!

1. Gerwald & Cardinal
2. Uthixo & Alvida
3. Adelle & Voph
4. Amelia & Krystal
5. Tamaraz & Keva
6. Allya & Xobos
7. Genesis & Valencia
8. Kelsie & UBD-028
9. Shakti & Alkor

 

[Krystal]

[member="Gerwald Lechner"]

[SIZE=11pt]“Thanks!” Krystal smiled. She toyed with the little umbrella in her drink as she listened to him. So he also [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]didn’t know quite what they were supporting tonight -- good to see the Confederacy kept all its members equally in the dark. “Hey, that sounds like fun to me--”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Krystal was interrupted by a sudden rather obnoxious noise. She spun around and realized it was coming from the droid meant to tell them when to switch tables. Official business or not, though, Krystal would have been inclined to throw a plate at it had it not gone quiet shortly after. She looked regrettably at her companion. “I’m terribly sorry! I guess herein lies the flaw with speed [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]dates -- they always end too soon.” She supposed all her relationships did, then laughed internally at the angsty parallel. She began to gather her stuff until she realized that she was supposed to be the one waiting at the table. “I do hope to see you around again, though, Gerwald! And have a wonderful rest of the evening.”[/SIZE]

 

[Shakti Sweet]

Wearing: Still Too Much​

[member="Xobos Yakieer"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Anansi M'Bali"]​

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She had been chatting quietly with her sister for a time, at least... Xobos had been kind enough to chat with her sister while the redhead had been eyeing up the brawling across the room and tolerating the need to remain seated. It wasn't Xobos' fault, honestly. While there was no doubt that their Master had chosen two apprentices that were going to someday be formidable... Today they were a child and a brawling psychopath. And as the droid proclaimed that it was time to move, it also announced that her new dance partner was to be that man she'd met so briefly on Kuat... Shakti wasted no time in lifting her fist to her chest and rotating it in quick circles in way of apology to Xobos as she lifted herself from her seat.

Stark green eyes moved from the simple tables that filled the room and instead turned to [member="Alkor Centaris"]. The Mandalorian was engaged with what appeared to be a sword-wielding Sandali warrior. She recognized the man as the Sandali she'd been sharing the stands with at the Fire Festival while watching the other man that was engaged in combat. Interesting. Small galaxy.

The outfit she'd worn hadn't really allowed for weapons, nor did she think for an instant that her Master would allow her to come armed to the teeth to a charity event. So in her lovely, fitted black dress, the Firrerreo started off at a trot towards the brawl. Despite the fact that Anansi was raising a sword with what appeared to be murder in his eyes, the mute picked up speed and balled her fists as she ran.

This was a strange way to date, but she'd also never actually been on a date before... So perhaps this was just a different way to go about doing it. If this was dating, she'd need to try it sometime. That was what was running through her mind as she darted in and started to swing, intending to land a blow on the Mandalorian while he was otherwise engaged with his other opponent.

 

[Valencia Hadley]

[member="Amelia von Sorenn"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Genesis Rostu"] | [member="Kelsie Sylvan"]​

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The Viceroy remained the picture of polite interest as the two women seated themselves in the booth with her, keeping quiet as Amelia and Madalena introduced themselves to one another. She'd been to enough of these sorts of functions- well... Perhaps not these exact kinds of functions. But she'd been to enough CIS functions to know that much of the earlier hours were spent running through introductions and pleasantries. It was often the first few hours of any event that left her feeling the most worn down. It got earlier with practice, and the woman had a way with recalling the names and positions of nearly everyone she met... But it was those later hours where she truly shone.

Just as they were getting comfortable and finishing introductions, she could hear over the muffled din in the next room, the buzzer that sounded to alert all those partaking in the speed dating of their new partners. It didn't take more than a moment for a droid to make its way to their booth and lean in, alerting both Valencia and Ms. von Sorenn of their newest partners. Valencia smiled for two reasons; she knew Amelia's newest partner - the woman had acted as her security detail recently running some errands on Manda, and of course, Genesis was who she had arrived with.

The Viceroy leaned forward against the table to thank the droid and glanced between the two stunning women she was currently sharing the booth with, "Ladies - I am pleased to say that I know both these newest purposed additions. Would you like to invite them over?"

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Objective: BYOO
Dress: Click
Tags: [member="Amelia von Sorenn"] [member="Valencia Hadley"] [member="Genesis Rostu "][member="Kelsie Sylvan"]

OOC Note: Although this is Scherezade, this is unknown IC at this point, so please refer to as Madalena Antares (if rank needs to be referred, it's Knight Obsidian Pathfinder or just Pathfinder)

As Amelia von Sorenn said she would prefer being in her armor, Scherezade could do little but nod enthusiastically. She often felt the same way, though armor was a recently new thing for her. But she still never went anywhere without at least a few knives, and there were a bunch of blades hiding in her boots and beneath her dress right at that moment anyway.

As the woman introduced herself, Scherezade gave her a nod and a smile. She had no clue what troubled history there had been between her and the Confederacy, but even if she had… Scherezade was probably the last person who could be judgy about things like that when all was worked out in the end. After all, she was the woman who had hacked into the Confederate database and removed any trace of her having ever existed there before, and created a fake file under the name of Madalena Antares. She didn't want to think about it right there and then though.

Taking another sip from her cold cream, she heard the buzzer as well, guessing it was for the speed dating thing. It was rough; couldn't they have chosen a sound that did not resemble the one they'd all heard back when Confederates had been kidnapped for the same purpose?

As the Viceroy asked if new people could join, Scherezade just now realized that perhaps… Two. Right. So both these women were meant to be part of the speed dating portion of the night. Was she keeping them from going on to enjoy their dates? No. The Viceroy offered to bring the two new people to them.

"Sure," she said with a soft smile. More people. More people she probably didn't know. And still no one kicked her away from the table. So weird. How could she make sure these things kept happening once it was known she was not Madalena? She didn't want to think about it.

 

[Alvida Osulf]

Objective: Date Night! | Wearing: xxx | Tag: @Keslie Sylvan

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Who takes orders from a man made of metal?​

She liked the woman's laugh, it set sparks flying in her stomach and made her cheeks feel flush with heat. Alvida felt she must have said something particularly funny to be graced with a gift such as the laugh Kelsie had just bestowed on her. Though her pleasure did not last very long, already Kelsie was speaking of something Alvida had no memory or knowledge of. Leaning forward, moonlight fingers spread across the table to support her weight, she spoke. 'What is the wheel?' Her tone was genuinely curious, honestly questioning.

Her expression turned gleeful as she commented on her Father. 'Yes it is much, but he is at least eight of your feet tall.' Her hand shifted a little to indicate what she meant. Of course, she was talking about his height. 'It takes three casks of mead just to get him merry. Never mind forgetful.' She chuckled at her own comment and shook her head at the memories it produced.

Once again the waiter returned, with the same amber coloured liquid that he had produced the first time round. Alvida's fingers went shuffling round the leather satchel attached to her belt to find the right credits. 'It is not for sport, no. We have three settlements to feed.' Alvida placed the credits onto the tray one by one, each of them clicking sharply against the metal. 'My town, my home, we do all the hunting for our entire planet. We trade the furs and the meat in the market and keep some back for ourselves. We hunt a lot out of necessity, that does not mean it cannot be enjoyable too.' Alvida slid the drinks from the tray and placed one in front of Kelsie again, just in time for the droid to announce the shift in partners.

Alvida's face turned into a frown almost instantly. 'What is that metal man saying? That we must move?' Everyone else seemed to be standing from their seats, switching round according to the strangely voiced... thing. 'Does this mean goodbye?'

 

[Kelsie Sylvan]

Kelsie tensed up for half a second. Did the Wheel no longer exist? That'd be horrible, she loved a grimy casino... so many great information brokers and expensive drinks. But then she remembered Alvida wasn't the most worldly of people... or rather, galacticly. "It's a space station. Maybe we can check it out sometime. Not exactly a nice place, but... nice place in a different way."

Alvida's father seemed like an impressive man... but Kelsie would bet on herself in a drinking contest with the man. Still she smiled to her companion. "Maybe I'll have to meet him and out-drink him."

A planet that hunted for its food to feed its people... she didn't realize places like that still existed in the galaxy. Eight hundred years and the galaxy still couldn't become fully civilized... and yet, Kelsie desperately wanted to go now. Live off the land, eat food you hunt for yourself. She wanted to go very very much.

Before she could speak the droid buzzed. Their time was up... at least, for now. She grabbed her glass, took a sip of the amber liquid, then spoke. "Goodbye for now... how about I meet you at your home in two weeks? We can hang out, hunt, and you can show me around." She smiled to the blonde, leaning back in her seat.

Now, though, it was time to go. "I think you're at the next table, I'll just be here if the other guy starts to bore you, yeah?" She gave a small wave to her companion, then waited for her next date.

[member='Alvida Osulf']

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

EL POCIÓN DE AMOR​

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T H E L O V E P O T I O N​

‘Love.
Icky love.
Eew!’
Pom sighed.
‘Gag me.’

KISS nailed it. “He loves her...she loves him...he loves somebody else…”

Of course she had known it, for a few days, and an eternity in her past lifetime. Now she harbors no healthy respect for men. Sorry/not sorry. It is the way of the Dathomiri women. Not a bad thing for those who know the extreme opposite of an independent woman's lifestyle.

Pom does not understand what the hold up is. Just…you know…get to things, and get to making the waffles already!

Yet every witch knows there is a fix for stagnation. Only $29.95. No side effects...depending on what you may decide to wash it down with.

Little balls of goodness. A good time, or better defined as the prelude to the sharing of waffles, smothered in chocolate exceptionalism.

Pomsty’s specialty. One of the enchanted eats she has most in abundance these days, because everyone else is engaged with the one who they want! Right? Or they just gave up the search for that click; that is actually most likely the reason she has so many Love Potion goodies in her possession…even for the low price of $29.95…

Here is a group which looks like they wouldn't mind a little boost. Their benefactor and purveyor of drinky-poos does not wish to be remembered as a failure. $29.95 looks like a grand deal to him!

Pom stood across the bar and flipped open the lid to her Love Potion enchanted chocolate delights. Even their appearance seems as alluring as their wicked enticement.

It goes like this: two consume them and lock eyes, and the attraction starts. It wears off by the following morning...unless there are waffles for breakfast; who won’t stay for waffles??

‘I cannot think of anyone whom I would stick with, if they did not like waffles; I know, I’m sad.’

Pom is not sure wether or not she will hang around and watch the fun. She is a newcomer to the group afterall. She does not want to become public enemy number one. She truly doesn’t believe she will be, this is afterall her way of life. She brews Potions, for herself, for others. She elevates the waiting, and the grueling dating scenario! Someone might even pay $49.95 or better yet even 3 installments of $19.99 for such immediate results!

It’s a living. Her customary fast food dinners, eating alone every night, ain’t cheap!

The bartender paid in full, and silently plotted how he would dispense his goodies to his guests. Pom paid him no mind after their initial exchange.

 

[Adelle Bastiel]

Objective: Go with the flow
Tags: [member="UBD-028"] | [member="Voph"]

"This-..unit likes to fight, and learn about others, relaxing like this or taking down time from a primitive objective such as fighting is relaxing to Kaz, Kaz sometimes wants to relax or take long walks" He said reaching forward to play with his other hand, "Kaz is expected to destroy and kill, Kaz want's respect and not to be treated like a heap of metal."

As Kaz spoke, Adelle could feel a growing buzzing in the back of her head, similar to what she felt when interacting with Leigh: a sense of being more than just metal and wires, mechanical components. A presence in the Force. And even if she couldn't sense him, his anger came through his voice modulator perfectly well. She nodded sadly, knowing Leigh expressed similar frustrations during some of their more trying encounters.

"My friend Leigh has a large canon instead of a right hand. Most people are quick to . . . notice the difference," she said. "I have heard droids' rights have—"

A klaxon blared overhead, loud enough to make her ears ring. She winced, envying droids and their ability to instantly adjust volume input at that particular moment. It took a moment for her to hear the new matches, given the difference between the alarm and the speaking volume. Her new match was someone named "Foff?" Adelle smiled sadly at the gargantuan in front of her. Admittedly, she'd grown fond of him. Perhaps not enough to pursue a relationship, but Kaz had been a wonderful surprise.

"Guess that means we now play musical chairs," she said. She reached over the table to shake Kaz's hand. "It was wonderful meeting you, Kaz. Good luck with your next partner."

 

[UBD-028]

Objective: Meet a new stranger.
Tags: [member="Adelle Bastiel"] l [member="Kelsie Sylvan"]

His grip loosened on the table as he looked at her nodding a bit, accepting the realization he hadn't made the cut for what she wanted,
"My friend Leigh has a large canon instead of a right hand. Most people are quick to . . . notice the difference, I have heard droids' rights have—" And thats when the bell finally chimed in. The durasteel table slipping from his grasp it lightly tumbling and teetering, looking down towards her as he heard her departing words, bringing his hand upwards back to hers and grasping it, his hand was warmer now, almost like it had heated up rather then keeping its cold outwards feeling.

His hand soon releasing as he nodded. "Kaz-..thinks it was great seeing you aswell, safe traveling.." He said with a shake of the torso, he sounded a bit sad but he couldn't keep her here forever, he knew she had to move on, letting her hand go as he stood up pushing his chair to the side and pushing it back against the table, the hand snaked against the table giving it one last drum with his fingers before departing, his footsteps shaking the floor around as he walked and departed from the friendly conversation he had.

The droid stood up scraping against the roof as he scanned amongst the new tables he would be stationed at, navigating through the crowd was his first problem, not wanting to bulldoze through everyone he slowly made his way through, letting people walk around him like he was a obstacle or taking small steps to get through the crowd. Finally being able to make out his table from the sea of people he moved towards it, seeing the short brown haired woman sitting at the table, he had noted she was nicer looking then Adelle, but everyone had there own quirks, beauty didn't matter to the droid, even though he could never give someone a real relationship or love.

Kaz still wanted to know about others or even given the chance at something so rare, even though he had never experienced he wondered if he could find someone that cared for him like his old master, after his masters passing he always wondering if he could find someone else in the universe, the galaxy that could take care of him once more, though he always had two mindsets of his battling eachother, one to serve the confederacy, and another to find a stationary home with someone he could take care of.

His hand hovered over the chair that sat at the table, his fingers unhitching and curling around the top of the chair to drag it outwards. The chair scraping against the floor as he pulled it out to sit on, the colossal like droid sitting against the chair that squeaked against the droids heavy weight. Kaz angled his torso downwards looking at the small being with a tilt of the head.

His hands now sitting dormant against the table scraping his mechanical fingers moving along his own hand, intertwining two other fingers with them his fingers now crossed together as he looked at her, trying to cough up something to say, his bow-tie was a little bit crooked, which honestly just made the droid more goofy and non threatening, maybe the droid wasn't all combat, maybe he just needed some time to relax from the combat he was stationed against. His large arms were rather hard to fit into the space he had to sit, he honestly looked too big for this area all together, maybe it wasn't the best to cram a droid in such a small space.

Deciding it was time to talk he rose his voice to the other person at the table with him, "Greetings-..I am Kaz." He stated dully and simply as he sat there in his chair, his fingers playing with the table cloth that was presented to him. "Kaz wishes to know your name." UBD-028 said running his hand against the metal table, creating a satisfying table of metal on metal, it was quiet but it was something he did to pass the silence that was being presented, taking note about her outfit and how she held herself, making sure to remember how she responded.

 

[Kyyrk]

Objective: Survive. Try to have a good time. Probably get drunk.
Tags: [member="Adelle Bastiel"]

Voph had sat alone at his table for the first round, taking in the din of the brawl without comment. Suited him fine. Awkward small talk with women wasn't something he particularly cared for. Not that he was bad at it, he made small talk all the time back in the old days. All to disguise the fact he was browsing for traitors. But....dating? Voph took another sip of his drink at the thought. He stared blankly into his glass, contemplating ordering another. He missed the simple days. Back when he was on Nar Shadda. But those days were over. She was dead. And it was time to move on. And as Voph gestured for another drink, he realized he wasn't sure what he was more concerned about. Having to participate in this..."speed dating", or actually finding someone that might make a good partner.

He drummed his fingers on the table idly as he waited on his drink. He paused to adjust the gauntlet worn on his left arm, purely out of habit. Everything he wore was custom tailored to him, yet he couldn't shake the habit of adjusting an ill-fitting gauntlet. He was glad to be rid of that arm, though, and thanked his lucky stars that medical technology allowed for more organic solutions than cybernetics. Voph looked up as the server brought another glass over and thanked him as the siren sounded to signal the second round.

He took a sip of the drink, and noticed someone approaching him. Human. Mixed with...Voph wasn't sure what species that was. Seemed familiar, but not one he'd dealt with on a regular basis. He stood as the girl approached his table, offering a slight bow, and revealing how tall the man really stood. Six and a half feet of toned muscle, concealed by a rather ornate robe, black and green with a tasteful sprinkling of gold. He smiled gently at the woman, the scars on his face twisting with the gesture. Most were small, and healing. A trained eye might identify them as blast wounds. Explosion at close range. But the most prominent one ran the whole length of his face, from the left side of his jaw along the right side of his nose and right eye-socket, disappearing into his hairline. It was much older than the other scars, and had not healed to the extent the others had.

As he straightened back up, several loose strands of hair fell about the simple cloth blindfold he wore. Pale white, as if he were advanced in age, yet the rest of his features seemed youthful. Perhaps only in his early thirties. Overall, a rather large Miralukan, but a Miralukan all the same. "Greetings," his low bass rumbled, "I am Voph." He gestured to the seat across from him, and resumed his own post once the girl was seated. "Commander of the Octarchy Covenant, and forger of blades. A pleasure to meet you, Miss...?"

 

[Taramaz Arcturus]

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Wearing: Dinner Suit, BB-L145​

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Location: Table Five​

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Objective: Amoure Rapid​

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Tags: [member=Keva]​

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A puzzled look came across the Veteran Knight's face. He had utterly no clue how to go from here. So he simply took a seat, and slid a few credits across the table to pay for the woman's meal. He'd rather not play a game of chances when his odds of success were already bad. Let the woman buy her own things instead of trying to predict. He stared at the scares for a second, wondering. Then the bell droid made the announcement for table switching, and he was paired with the who he could only guess was the woman before him.

"Name's Taramaz. Perhaps you've heard of me, perhaps you haven't. I won't lie about anything, I'm no legend, just a veteran. Vicelord's elder brother. I try my best not to be arrogant."

He ordered a burger, and started eating.

 

[Keva]

Objective: Be a proper stereotype
Location: Dating Circles
Tags: [member="Taramaz Laurs"]

Keva was a cold woman when it was needed, a defense mechanism to not let her guard down. There was of course fire, and passion, and all the other emotions that drove someone to commit grandiose acts within their life. This, was not one of those acts, this was some sort of penitence. But, she would not be completely rude. Not intentionally at least.

"Keva'Sol'Loro."

She always responeded with short phrases, it was as far as her language extended. Merely easier on her mind. She slid the money back, shaking her head. She knew the gesture, but rather than merely not wanting it she had her own morals about being paid for: she had a military salary, and was independent enough to not need to mooch off of someone else. They deserved to keep their Credits.

Taking a brief moment to read through her Holopad, she whispered a few words under her breath before speaking again.

"You're right. Never listened to your name."

Well. It was close enough.

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

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Location: Stobar​

Objective: Drinks with the Ladies​

Attire: Lace Dress​

Tags: [member="Valencia Hadley"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Genesis Rostu "]| [member="Krystal Estain"]​

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As the alarm blared and the sounds of the conflict from the other room didn't appear to be dying down, a heavy sigh escaped her lips as she finished off her first glass of the night. As the droid arrived to inform their booth that said alarm had apparently been the signal to exchange tables, she motioned for a refill. Leaning back slightly, her hand gently pushed out a few wrinkles of her dress before her attention shifted between the two women whom had been her companions; her mind already putting the words together to bid them a farewell before the idea was presented to them that they invite the other two to join them. A soft smirk grew upon her lips as her hand gently took up the now refilled glass, a hint of her fang revealed again as her golden hues peered towards the door.

"I think that would be lovely my dear. After all, drinks with more guests are enjoyable, and perhaps we'll be able to save a few more from that conflict that has broken out, or from a bad date."

Her voice cooed softly before she took a sip of her glass, carefully setting it down on the table as mused to herself about others joining them. There was the chance that one of these new individuals may have some minor problem with her, though she would leave that up to chance. As she remained leaned back, she carefully crossed one knee over to rest on the other, her arms coming up to rest along the length of the booth as she relaxed for a moment. Closing her eyes, she took a slow, steady deep breath in before exhaling as she smiled softly.

"While we wait, I'd like to get to know you more my dears. Tell me Viceroy, how is Manda this time of year? Does it have much of a nightlife?"

Then she turned her attention to the young woman to her right, admiring her for a moment before she permitted her smile to reveal her fangs slightly as she leaned forward, taking the moment to seemingly study her a bit more closely.

"My dear Pathfinder, please do speak up if you feel I am ignoring you, I would hate to leave such a bad impression upon you when this is our first meeting; though I hope not our last. Now then, tell me my dear, anything interesting happen in your world?"

Amelia was showing a genuine interest in the two women; albeit one that seemingly would likely be seen from those looking in on the outside of their conversation, as though she were hunting more than conversing. With a soft smile, she took up her glass once more and imbibed the sanguine liquid within, carefully catching an errant drop with her tongue to prevent her cosmetics from being ruined.