At the Fashion Show

[Lady Emerald]

Nobody appreciated clothes.
Not the way they should. There was so much about that could be said with the shade of silk in a dress, or the cut of a suit. Emerald eyed the shimmering red organza that was draped around the form of a Twi'lek reporter. This was a woman who appreciated fashion, but perhaps did not have the funds for designer clothes. The dress she wore was a knock off. Emerald could always spot a knock off a mile away. Like that womans shoes, or that mans suit.

She smiled her best winning smile as she glided through the crowd, glass in hand. She greeted fashion icons with familiar smiles and fake kisses to the cheek before moving on. The show had been a complete success. Her fall fashion line had been received with great applause. Especially the last gown on the runway, the real showstopper. A dazzling sea green, dripping with teal and white stones. It's five foot long train may have been a bit excessive, but Emerald did not believe in subtly. That could not have been more apparent by her gown for the event.

If there was a color she wore well, it was black. But, of course, everybody wore black well. It was a great color, figure flattering, elegant. But it could become dull and fade into the background if one did not know how to design with that in mind. For this dress, she chose to work with the colors ability to elongate a body, making her dress long enough to sweet the floor and create a stately, towering silhouette. Of course, that alone did not an interesting gown make. With a heavy velvet, she created large cloth roses and had them accentuate the neckline, almost dripping off of one shoulder. Asymmetry was all the rage this season, after all.

 

[The Angry Cheese]

(( Where is this located? I may want to cause some chaos, if you so allow it ))

 

[The Angry Cheese]

On top of a distant hill overlooking the building, an armored figured stood. He took a pair of macrobinoculars, placing them to the upper part of his T-visor so he can observe the party. While it certainly looked like a fun place, with plenty of beautiful women (and pompous bastards who's shebs he would gladly kick) to hit on, that's not why he was here. He was here to find the target his employer- Who happens to be anonymous, for some damnable reason -hired him to capture.

Whatever this businessman did, he certainly pissed off his employer; His worth, if captured alive, is worth a million credits! But, he can also get 500k for proof of his death. Not as much as he would like, of course, but he would take whatever he could.

Besides that, he could easily find a twi'lek at the closest cantina that's worth anything. He chuckles to himself at his thought process.

You're on a job, and you think about shagging a twi'lek babe. Fierfek, I amaze myself all the time.

 

[Lady Emerald]

"Lady Amaria," the fashion designer said leaning in to place an air kiss on each one of the other womans cheeks, "Such a pleasure to see you again here!"

She grinned, taking a gushing complement before moving on to the next. She passed by one of her models from the show, smile fading instantly. The clumsy oaf! She already spotted a loose thread on the broken hemline! She had to resist every urge in her body to grab her, snatch out her sewing kit, and make that repair immediately.

"Self control, Emma," she quietly reminded herself, pulling on a fresh grin.

[member="Tracinya be Gra'tua"]

 

[The Angry Cheese]

(( Assuming Lady Amaria is the target, correct me if I'm wrong. ))

Seeing his target- one Amaria -pass by his macrobinoculars' view, he nods to himself. Setting it back on his belt, he soars into the air on his jetpack, rocketing towards the gathering. Whether they heard him coming or not was inconsequential; 'Lady Amaria' is all that matters. Her death or capture was his priority, not stealth. Besides, Mandalorians aren't known for their subtlety.

When he reaches the building, he rockets down to the ground a few meters away from the entrance, his twin Westar-34 blaster pistols already out and spraying rapid bursts of blue death into the group of guards that were outside. A few shots glance off his armor, but this wasn't any old Imperial 'plastic boy' armor. While not exactly Beskar'gam, either, it certainly does the job in keeping the user alive.

Not paying any mind to the screaming people running about, he steps over the corpses of the guards, sending a shot into the face of another guard who was crawling towards his weapon. When he gets inside the building, he tosses a flash grenade into the crowd, so he can minimize the difficulty of his mission.