Bells and Blasters | CIS Dominion of Hex X-41

[Gerwald Lechner]

Objective: BYOO
Wearing: This
With: @Katrine Van-Derveld
Post: 4

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With the glass drained, Gerwald looked to Katrine and listened to her words. He may have been older, but she had seen more of the universe than he had, and that experience gave her wisdom that Gerwald simply did not have. There were moments he simply thought like a soldier, and yet she continued to remind him that he was meant to rule. With every reminder came the thought that he could not rule like those who would oppress the lives of those they depended upon for the benefits they enjoyed. It may be true that Gerwald would always belong to a world that operated on a caste system, but that did not mean he had to abuse it.

"I know," he said with a nod. "Still... what has hold on Stewjon must be replaced. They need to learn a new way, and Alwine and Varick must be free."

It was then he smelled something new. His head canted. Another Lupine was on the air, coming directly toward them. Several quick bursts of air were taken into his nostrils to be sure. It was like Katrine, but not. Family?

He looked to her just before the other came into the room, stood between them and addressed Katrine.

You...

Why...

They were the only two words, full of emotion. Gerwald could sense it and feel it only too well. It was a taste of what was in store for him when he met his siblings once more.

"Katrine?"

He didn't expect much of a response, but Ger was moving toward [member="Seren"] in case he needed the force the Lupine to leave. However, Gerwald was pretty sure that was not going to be needed.

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

Objective: Feeling guilty
Wearing: This (Dathomirian symbols across her exposed skin not seen in the picture)
Post: Six

With an inhale of a new breath, the air was knocked out of her lungs as the scent came through. Familiar, stored in her memory... it had been a while since Relovian, a while since Katrine had felt it. She had been affected by drugs that day, hallucinating. She had been convinced in the end the scent was nothing but the effect of those drugs. Now though, even as she heard Gerwald respond to her words, her head turned to the side, inhaling a new breath as if she tried to convince herself it couldn't be real. Not you too, she thought in a moment, soft features of a boy coming to mind with an ease. They had been all lost to time. One by accident, one on a mission, one years too late to convince anyone he was her twin. And now... a wave of pain struck her as she realized the single glass of alcohol couldn't have affected her so much that she was hallucinating. She wasn't.

He was here.

Gerwald had finished talking, she had heard what he had said, especially the very ending but now he had fallen quiet. He too could feel another Lupine though he couldn't know who it was. Katrine did.

Through the glass, she saw the figure approach. He'd opened the doors and entered. The face nothing like the boy she had last seem but the scent, it was him without a doubt. You. It was simple and self-explanatory. Her brother wasn't even looking at the other Lupine in the room.

W-Why. There was a question though it wasn't a question. There was a stutter in the words but it was those trembling hands that distracted her and the beautiful blues that were unique in their family. Entire family. Her unique, sweet little brother. Everyone leaves me, the memory suddenly rushed into her mind as the sight of him made he realize. Seren didn't leave her. "Seren," the word reached out, quiet as she moved, hand resting on Gerwald's arm to let him know it was okay though her sapphire gaze kept her brother. "I'm so sorry." Something bit into her right eye before she realized what it even was, still moving closer. Maybe weeks ago she wouldn't have realized. She hadn't realized when she had seen Ram. Instead of thinking the way she did now, she'd punched her twin in the shoulder because he hadn't come to her sooner but now, Katrine knew. Everyone left her but she, she had left her brothers when she had followed their eldest sister.

And she hadn't even found Chloe. Instead, she had found salvation from her curse, found her destiny, made a life, met Gerwald. A life far from the time that was hers. From the time she should have belonged in. She moved, wanting to hug him without knowing if he'd let her. He deserved to be angry with her, Katrine knew but right now, she couldn't help herself at all.

[member="Seren"] [member="Gerwald Lechner"]​

 

[Lyla Quinn]

| [member="Scherezade deWinter"] |​

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Quinn had a hunch as she watched the poor girl. The stiff set of her shoulders, like she was trying to keep something in, the throaty tension in her voice, the shaking glass between her fingers, the unbridled anguish in her vibrant green eyes as something caught her eye behind the Twi’lek. Her agony was palpable. Only one thing could rip a person up like that.

The smuggler followed the girl’s gaze, landing on the lovely couple wrapped in a kind of intimate half-dance in the other room.

Hunch confirmed.

“Oohh,” she mouthed silently in understanding, turning a sympathetic expression back towards the girl.

Don’t get involved, don’t get involved, don’t get involved, she chanted inwardly.

Was that…[member=Katrine Van-Derveld]? Quinn narrowed her eyes at the petite blond smiling brightly at the hunk of a man in her arms. Yep. Definitely her. Quinn’s sudden urge to stroll over and splash her drink over the two in brash defense of the drunk young woman’s tortured behavior lessened slightly as reason kicked back in. That, and picking a fight with the Nightmother was never a good idea.

“Woah, hey,” Quinn cautioned gently as the girl asked for a refill. “Easy there. You’ll need that liver later in life.” The Viceroy winced at the tone in the young woman’s voice, her own heart breaking for her. She got it, she did, she’d been there before herself, although something told her this situation was far more…complicated. It really wasn’t her business. But...
Don’t get involved, don’t get involved, don’t do it, Quinn.
There were a hundred reasons to heed that voice in her head.

With a sigh, she rose. “Leave the bottle,” Quinn nodded at the bartender. “And your bottle of Daranu, please?” The Twi’lek traded both containers for a few credits.

“Look, honey, you’ve made your appearance. You’ve officially attended the wedding. No one said you had to stay here for the whole thing, right? So you’ve got two choices then.” Quinn plucked the flask of Daranu from the bar. “You can be miserable here or miserable somewhere else. Although why you’d wanna stay here and torture yourself with that vomit-inducing snugglefest,” she shuddered, hiking her thumb over her shoulder at the lovebirds, “is beyond me. You got a ship? At least you won’t have to contend with the crowds, huh? Would be happy to walk you back, if you want some drinking company…”

 

[Rylan Kordel]

Location: Fortressa, Banquet Hall, then Ceremony Hall​

With:@[member='Firenne Van-Derveld']​

Post: 3​

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"You're welcome" he smiled a little, then he just listened to her speak and nodded a little, he wasn't sure how to really respond, a part of him wanted to see the footage, but at the same time, the imagery was all still very fresh in his head, "Honestly? Not sure what to say. Being there, in the moment is one thing, trying to talk about it after? It's a bit different... It's hard to tell someone who wasn't there what it was life, you know?" his tone showed he was a bit unsure on how to approach the matter, and he glanced at her again, trying his best to give her a reassuring smile.

As they shared their drink, the sight of another friend had caught his attention, he raised his glass in the direction of [member="Alessandra Creed"], then his mind began to wander for a moment, thinking about Coruscant again, hearing something about the gift, his attention came back to Fi and he smiled as she made mention of the drawings from when they first met, "Oh yeah? I look forward to seeing those. Should make for an interesting addition to a collection."

Propping his arm out for her to use, Rylan finally removed the hat from his uniform and pocketed it, using a hand to try and smooth out his hair a little, knowing full well it would be a mess from the cap, "I suppose we shall" he nodded.

 

[Petra Cavataio]

Location: Fortressa’s Ceremony Hall
Nearby: [member="Mira Cavataio"] and [member="La'Ca Cavataio"]
Outfit: dress without any footwear
Post: #8

Petra sensing her Mira on the ship made her smile. It also meant her fun of watching La’Ca hunt for new slaves would be ending. The girl was off but when it came to Mira. She was on the mark like how Petra designed it.

Changing her mind of what she was going to do, she got up from her seat. Petra walked out to meet with Mira. There was not much trying to seek the girl out. Mira came to her in the crowd and greeted her how it pleased her. Looking down at the kneeling girl with the sweet word coming from those lips, Petra reached down and slid her index finger under the chin. She slowly added pressure as she lifted her finger upwards. It was her way of guiding Mira up to her feet.

The deity leaned in closely to Mira. She whispered into that sweet ear, “Always wonderful to see you, my Optivus Res… just a little warning, since I had your gift pretty busy away from you. She is more likely going to make a scene.” Then moving away from Mira’s ear, Petra planted a tender kiss on Mira’s cheek. “Go have fun with your soul-mate, my Mira.”

 

[Mira Cavataio]

Objective: Surprise sweet La'Ca
Wearing: This (protective tattoos not shown on image)
Post: Seven

Finding her Goddess hadn't been easy as she was met with along the way, falling to the ground immediately and waiting until Petra herself reached out for her chin to raise her. Mira obeyed, standing. "Dea," she breathed quietly just as the Goddess leaned towards her to whisper. La'Ca had been kept busy so she was likely to make a scene. She smiled at that news.

A soft kiss came to her cheek, lighting up the Optivus Res with joy at the affection before she was permitted to find La'Ca and have fun. "Grazie, Dea," Mira responded, smile still on her face, a small nod of her head before she'd departed from her, moving through the Hall, aware of her precious girl as she walked towards. When she had seen her, she took in the sight of her, the dress, the behavior. La'Ca shouldn't have been surprised, she could see her the same way and yet Mira still moved beside, fingers tracing against her shoulder before she took a seat beside her.

"Any gifts for me?" She whispered. The Goddess had warned her of a scene and Mira expected it but it didn't bother her too much. There was beauty in La'Ca. In her madness, in her thoughts, in her behavior. And Mira enjoyed her treatment with her favorite. She seemed to be the only person in the galaxy she didn't grow bored with.

[member="La'Ca Cavataio"] [member="Petra Cavataio"]​

 

[La'Ca Cavataio]

Location: Fortressa (top secret, maybe behind you right now)
Nearby: [member="Mira Cavataio"] and sorry everyone else
Post #9

There was a wicked grin as the barely clothed in a short silver dress sat in the hall. Eyes were studying people and their behaviors. Taking a few mental notes of who to pick up; for example, the short slightly dress drunk talking sort of to the Twi’lek. Another example was the woman that so reminded her of Mira, like hard core, plus the man with her was yummy to keep too. Of course, back to the grin, it was there cause she felt one that always made her day. The one she did right by and was rewarded with this life now.

La’Ca always loved games, so she was not going to react just yet. Everything had to be perfect. How else would she please her Mistress? It was all game in the end.

Mira sitting down next to her might not be the surprise. The real surprise was that Mira actually left their home to do something. Not a complete slam or throwing shade. La’Ca had been running around without Mira. That was void which disappeared for right now.

The game started with La’Ca looking away Mira whispered to her and replied to the whisper with a smirky tone. “Shhh… I’m busy.”

The follow up before a reaction from Mira, she turned in her seat to look at Mira with a devilish grin. All part of her plan. Then right after showing off that naughty look, something quickly happened. So quick, even light said ‘damn that’s fast’. From sitting to in the air then down on top of Mira, La’Ca had pulled off a sitting pounce. The force almost broke the chair but did knock it over. Having pushed Mira back, her body laid over her Mistress.

Several seats were knocked over, and others pushed away. People around were focused up, and La’Ca was fine with that. She was happily feeling Mira’s lips against her own. Passionately sharing her feelings with the embrace while a hand of hers had disappeared to find where it needed to be with Mira for sharing the excitement La'Ca in the moment. All her loving being shared right on the floor with no shame.

 

[Seren]

He wanted to forget.

More than anything in the world, Seren wanted to close his eyes and go home - back to the way things were. To embrace his elder sister, to feel safe and loved once more...but there was no going back. There was no returning to their midnight sprints through the trees, running as wolves under a moonlit sky. There was no more hunt to be had, nor howls, nor the playful banter of siblings. There was no more Lupine inside the Young Wolf - a sacrifice made in order to get to this day and age.

He pointed a finger at her, halting her advance.

"I don't want to hear your apologies, I want to know why. Why did you leave me? Why didn't you just take me with you?! Do you know what it was like with them? With HIM?!"

The ire he had for their father was no mystery. But now, there was a fire inside his belly - an animosity directed towards [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] where once there was only adoration. A tremor ran along the length of his arm. An angry, vicious convulsion gripped the appendage. Fur laboriously sprouted from his flesh. His bones ached and cracked. His fingers became clawed, but stopped. Unable to proceed. Unable to become paws.

"Look at what I am now, Katrine. This is what you did. I lost myself - lost everything looking for you. Why dammit. WHY!"

[member="Katrine Van-Derveld"], @Gerwald Lechnar

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

Objective: BYOO
Wearing: This
With: [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] | [member="Seren"]
Post: 4

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Seren? Gerwald was certain they had not talked about all her siblings, but he did know, like Scherezade, that she had some which were out there somewhere. Part of him wanted to feel justified in having left his own siblings, but he knew that was he part of him which was selfish. Seeing Seren’s reaction only made him certain his own brother and sister were going to see things in a similar manner. Alwine would be angry, and Varick, he was going to be as well. He was pretty sure he was going to get his butt kicked by them both.

One touch was all it took to let Gerwald know this was okay. He knew he was the odd man out, but at the same time there was a in urge to protect as well. It was natural to Gerwald to protect what was his, and Katrine was all he had left at the moment. Yes, the plan was to get his siblings, but his own selfishness and dishonesty had ensured Gerwald only had one person in his life right now.

He opted to give them space. Gerwald would not leave the room, but he moved closer to look out over the floor at the other wedding guests. His eyes had been searching for...

There... and in a dress that left nothing to the imagination no less. She was drinking, more than she could handle. Ger could already see that she was tipsy. What had he done to her? There was still a tremendous amount of guilt. They were all still to close to the events that had caused all of it, and the wounds were still very fresh.

Something didn’t feel right. Gerwald turned to see Seren changing, or trying to. His arm was in a mad fit and it stopped somewhere between wolf and man. He took steps back toward the Lupine, or... was he still? Blue eyes looked on the disfigurement then back to the young man who bore it. This was not right, and there had to be a way to fix it or reverse whatever had caused it.

Ger took his place near Katrine once more. What was going to be a moment of privacy had now becaoke Gerwald’s business. This Seren did not seem stable.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: One of the seats in the back of the wedding hall
Wearing: This incredibly revealing dress + combat boots
Wielding: Czerka knives in her combat boots, a champagne glass filled with vodka
Tags: Lyla Quinn
Posts: 4

You had two people when you entered the Darkness. You will have none when you leave.

She was grabbing the bar so hard that her knuckles had turned white. All it would take to break the bar entirely was to add just a touch of the Force, the tiniest of whiffs. Force knew every inch of both her body and mind wanted to do just that. Break it all. Burn it to the ground. Sink the Fortressa. And suddenly there were no refills.

Scherezade blinked in confusion, only now realizing that the Twi'lek had spoken again, something about needing her liver later in life. She shook her head. If this was what life was going to be like, there would be no such 'later' that she would want in it. Besides, body parts could be changed in times of need. But what was the worry of her liver's fate in the future, when the pain ripped and rippled through her now, never ceasing, never giving her pause. She just wanted to breathe without feeling like her chest would collapse. She wanted to be held by the man who'd broken the first promise he'd given her, even though you couldn't get much stupider than that. She also wanted to grab one of the knives out of her boots and cut his heart out, make him feel the same sort of pain that she was feeling, cut it again and again and again until no amount of bacta or ichor could put it back together.

The Twi'lek was talking again. Scherezade nodded miserably, realizing that the woman was right. It was either be miserable here or be miserable somewhere else. The snide comment about the so called vomit inducing snugglefest made her just want to cry again. Maybe it was a good idea to leave. Maybe... Maybe she should just accept the offer, be walked to her ship, where she could punch the autopilot buttons just the way she had taught Gerwald to when she wanted him to learn how to fly so he would never have to depend on other people giving him a ride.

She turned to the woman, ready to say that she was right, that she should go, that she would appreciate the company, when her eyes fell on what was happening behind her again.

A man approached the private room. Scherezade knew a lot of the faces in the CIS. Not everyone, but enough, and that man was a stranger. Only he wasn't. A whiff of the Force curled from her, checking, tasting, her curiosity momentarily making her forget that she had just been about to leave, that this was none of her business, that she was more likely to get hurt again than feel better-

She knew who that was. The connection was strong enough through the Force.

The glass in Scherezade's hand combusted, small shards of glass flying everywhere. She could feel it splitting her skin, the tiny droplets of blood beginning to form.

Katrine's brother. KATRINE'S BROTHER! And they were walking towards each other! She didn't have to keep looking in order to know that next would come the warm and loving embrace between siblings who had not seen each other in a long time. She forced her gaze away, not willing to see it, not seeing Gerwald peek out of the room for a moment and seeing her.

She had been to the Van Derveld house. She had met her twin brother, her cousins, all the family that was there. This was just another one of them. Because Katrine got everything she wanted. Katrine got the position within the CIS, Katrine got her family, Katrine got the guy, Katrine got the promises that were not broken. Katrine got EVERYTHING.

Scherezade's other hand flew to her mouth, her teeth coming down hard, breaking the skin and the flesh, down almost to her bones in a single go. She couldn't scream. She wanted to scream. She wanted to tear this entire place apart. Katrine, who had been her sister, had claimed the man that Scherezade had loved while Scherezade fought for her life, and now she got to get her brother too, while Scherezade had to go on alone without friends, without Gerwald, without her twin brother, without anything.

Earlier had been too much to bear. Now it was much, much worse than that.

She said nothing as she released her hand and brought it forward, calling a bottle from the bar into her hands. The Confederacy would cover the cost. She, she had to get out of there. She had to run. She had to leave before she did ruin the wedding.

No words were uttered to the Twi'lek who had shown her kindness. She had no words to give her. Scherezade turned around and stormed outside. She had to put distance between her and them. It was the smallest of mercies that she had not opted for heels and had her combats boots on instead. You could run in combat boots.

Scherezade ran. When you leave the Darkness, you will have no one. There is no one out there for you, child. When you leave the Darkness, you will have no one. There is no one out there for you, child. When you leave the Darkness, you will have no one. There is no one out there for you, child.When you leave the Darkness, you will have no one. There is no one out there for you, child. When you leave the Darkness, you will have no one. There is no one out there for you, child. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one. No one.

She didn't know how long she'd been running. She didn't know which twists and turns inside the Fortressa she had taken. All she knew was that her lungs needed air that she could not give them and she had to stop. She was somewhere deep, long dark corridors, automated lighting. She was far enough. Far enough so their Lupine ears in their private happy room full of embraces and dances would have no chance to pick it up.

Scherezade screamed. There was no Force to aide her volumes, nothing she could call on, nothing that would happen upon her wishes. She screamed again and again an again, no longer able to remain back. She screamed, and punched the metal walls, the pain in her bitten hand long forgotten. She punched it again and again and again until bones broke and her other hand bled as well.

She hated them. She hated them both. She had been happy before the Darkness, happy with her sister and their growing relationship, happy with the man she had never imagined she would fall so hard for, happy that things were coming together, happy that after months since her release from a five hundred year long prison, she was no longer lonely. There was no happiness now. All there was, was the Fortressa, and them being happy together again with "songs sung for her" while she was in a deserted corridor, crying.

Now the Force came to her. She groaned a her hands dipped into the metal of the wall, fingers pushing in, tearing it apart. She began to pull it out if its place. She had to destroy it. She had to kill something. She had to...

The bottle she had taken lay on the floor, still unbroken. You took your small mercies where you found them.

Her mind was still too gone to register the pain of her broken and bleeding hands as she picked the bottle up and emptied half of it in a mere few seconds, another skill that had been taught to her by Gerwald.

And with that she leaned against the other side of the wall, letting her knees fold.

Here they all were again. Them, happy together. Her, alone and miserable.

You had two people when you entered the Darkness. You will have none when you leave.

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

Objective: Mostly, just be confused
Wearing: This (Dathomirian symbols on her exposed skin not seen in the picture)
Post: Eight

It was the pointed finger that made Katrine froze, eyes widened at it before shifting back to look at him. Seren didn't want to hear her apologizes, he wanted reasons. Why did you leave me? Her lips parted as she attempted a reply but no words came out with more questions emerging. Why didn't you take me with you?! DO you know what it was like with them? With HIM?! Katrine swallowed, unable to speak after hearing what she did.

Chloe, her mind had formed the word when her mouth hadn't. She had gone for Chloe, she had wanted to bring her back home. Katrine couldn't have let one of their own be lost. Not when they were a pack. Together. But to answer why she hadn't taken him with her... there was no answer. Nothing in her mind stored what she was supposed to say. Before she hadn't thought about taking either of them with her. Katrine had believed her brothers would be safer at home.

That should have been her answer. It wasn't what she had said. Katrine didn't actually say a word, remaining silent as her brother began to change. It was his right. He was angry with her. She had even waited for him to begin the change. She would change in a short time, giving him time since he needed more. Even though she couldn't tell how old he was now, in her mind, he was still her younger brother. She'd give him the time to begin his transformation without thinking too much about it.

Instead, as fur appeared on him followed by the distinct sound of bones cracking and claws taking place of fingers... nothing happened. Her brows lowered as she watched, suddenly growing worried as he didn't change. This is what you did, she heard. He had lost himself in looking for her. Her shoulders moved slightly at the words.

Even as she was aware of Gerwald's returned presence at her side, she walked towards her brother. Step by step closer to him. "Because we're a pack. Together. I couldn't let her be lost, she told him, still moving closer. What he was terrified her but it didn't make her fear him. He was still Seren. "I thought... thought you and Ram would be safe. Thought I could bring her back." That was all that was to it. She thought she could. At seventeen, Katrine was a very different creature. Unbalanced, drugged, still curious and easily distracted. Very much under the influence of Avarisa even when the drugs held her back to a point.

She should have known she was wrong, having been faced with the woman wise in her advice, knowing what the very last step in destroying Avarisa had been. Kiss the boy, the voice rang in her head now. She needed to remember just how big her heart was, how the spirit couldn't destroy her love for those already there. It had been the moment when Katrine had realized who she had been faced with, who the woman had been. There is no going back, she remembered.

A shudder ran down her spine, making her blink. Katrine couldn't tell exactly what had happened but it ran through her like spikes against her soul, the ichor acting out inside her. She was already terrified and in shock over what she'd seen with Seren. And now that, her eyes leaving Seren for a split second to look at Gerwald before turning her attention back to her brother.

[member="Seren"] [member="Gerwald Lechner"]​

 

[Cezar Alexandrescu]

Objective: BYOO - Patrol Duty (Security)
Location: Fortressa, Random Corridor
Armor: Project GARUDA | Obsidian-type Strike Armor (Look)
Weapons: Purple Lightsabers and Mini-Gamorrean Axe
Tags: [member="Scherezade deWinter"]
Post Count: Ten

All was quiet and pretty much dead. This gave Cezar a little time to think outside of the memories that wanted to float to the top. Those would take over. However, she had been doing a light form of meditation on patrol. The focus was needed, and distractions could cause issues if there were a need for her to step up.

Now the silence was broken, not by her boots hitting the floor. Another had come in an area that was off-limits to the guests. Cezar went towards the noise. Not sure what caused it. The mind quickly jumped to a concern of getting the drunks back to their room. That was a joke among the Knights who were assigned to security detail.

Then a definite sound of metal being torn from itself and screams made Cezar grab her saber with her left hand. Not sure if someone was sneaking in or leaving cause they did something wicked. Saber ready, she crept closer to the source of the noise. More of the metallic sounds came, it was enough to have her ignite her purple saber. The idea of someone was here to cause trouble over rid the idea of a simple drunk hitting the walls as they walked.

Getting to the crossing of corridors, the Knight stood against the wall. She leaned to the right to peek around the corner. Her hud helped make the it easier to see. Seeing a girl in a dress that Cezar knew she could never pull off, the saber deactivated. Just a drunk making all the noise ran through her head.

Peeking again, she gave the hud a chance to zoom in to get a better look. She thought to herself, ‘Oh great… I get drunk cries… how to handle this?’ Who knows how a drunk would react to a fully armored Knight, and the idea was created from that question. Taking her gloves off, then she lowered her hood to remove her helm. Like usual, her white and purple hair had to be shaken out. Still, though, her weapons were going to stay attached to her belt in case this was not what it appeared.

Helm and gloves were sat down on the ground. That was finally thing for her. Cezar stepped out with hands open and slightly away from her. If the girl was one that was making all the noise, then it might be safer to play it this way over aggressive way. Calmly and nicely in her feminine voice, she addressed the woman in the corridor. “Can I help you? Did you get turned around?”

 

[Zesiro]

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Interacting with: [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Anya Malvern"] [member="Tom Taff"] (sorry if I missed anybody long week)

At first Zeiro was unsure if Muad was pulling her leg or being serious. That lasted only a few moments before he answered. When he joked about allergies after hugging her, she gave him a light elbow to the ribs and smiled.

"Thank you, you have done so much for me and Anya. This is where you belong. Married yourself to Tom huh? Nice to meet you. Not sure if I should give you sympathy or best wishes."

Looking between Anya and Harley, she knew that look of her sister's and shook her head.

"I think there might be another wedding happening soon. Just have to make sure when it's not allergy season."

Giving Muad a wink, she​ started to walk in the direction of where the marriage was going to take place. The voices of Harley and Anya drifted away and she stopped when Nida approached. Listening to what was said, how it was phrased, she nodded and lifted a finger to indicate to give her just a moment. Turning back to the others, she gave Muad a hand squeeze and smile.

"I will be back before you even know I'm gone."

Moving to join Nida, she nodded at her to indicate she was ready.

[member="Edric Vanyan"]

 

[Mira Cavataio]

Objective: Surprise sweet La'Ca
Wearing: This (protective tattoos not shown on image)
Post: Nine

A brow arched slightly when she was hushed. Before she'd opened her mouth to speak though, La'Ca had turned, grin on her face before she suddenly flopped onto her, pouncing her, causing the seat beneath Mira to collapse before she was over her.

A grin formed on her as she laughed, unaware of the crowd's attention before she was kissed. Mira remembered her Dharma perfectly but La'Ca was her own in a lot of ways. She didn't mind either way but her favorite was unique among all the others that held her attention. Enough for her to leave Dathomir just so she could be with her. Outsider rituals didn't interest her in the slightest.

She kissed in return, hands reaching, reclaiming what was already hers, little regard for those around. Quiet little sounds released before a smile spread. "La...," she whispered, summoning her attention.

[member="La'Ca Cavataio"]​

 

[Alessandra Creed]

Location: The Fortressa - Ceremony/Banquet Hall
Wearing: This
Interacting With: [member="Adron Malvern"]

“It looks to me like you learn quickly enough.”, Alessandra returned smoothly to the Minister of War, refusing to skip a beat, while a little smirk tainted the classical exquisiteness of her face. The sound of his chuckle caused the expression to linger and she continued at his side, finding that despite the occupational requirement, she rather enjoyed spending her business hours with the former Imperial. At the very least he was more entertaining to banter with than her support staff.

He promised to keep himself contained and only smiled back. The things she didn’t say were almost more intriguing than what she did. Adron seemed content in the moment and she let it be as they found their seating. He hadn’t recognized the young woman from before any more than she had, but something had caught her attention, and that didn’t happen often. Alessandra had two interests. Work, and work.

She didn’t turn back around to look at her dark-haired companion when he commented about not being quite as good as she thought. “I thought you were going to keep yourself contained…”, she reminded slowly, bringing back him the words he’d spoken not ten minutes prior. The hand that she’d stolen and draped about her form tightened about her waist and she allowed the Minister of War to pull her nearer. He was warm, despite the occasionally cool edges of his personality, and for a few moments, she simply appreciated the feigned image of a content twosome.

The music played. And played. And played. Eventually, a frown began to cross her features. What was taking so long? The walk from the chambers that [member="Zesiro"] had been assigned were not that far, by design, so that she could hear the music and know her queue. The Minister of Commerce sat up a tad from her relaxed position and reached for her arm. A Holo-Comm that Adron might find familiar activated seamlessly as she ran her hand over it.

<< Where is [member="Zesiro"]? Where is [member="Edric Vanyan"]? >>

The droids in the ship began to look. Heads on a swivel, the security drones also accessed the security feed, and eventually, they showed the beautifully dressed woman heading the opposite direction. Alessandra leaned back slightly and raised her arm so that Adron could see what she saw. Chocolate eyes focused on the man she was meeting near the boarding airlock and a quick zoom revealed it to be the groom. Edric Vanyan. The Minister of Commerce tilted her head quizzically. Last moment jitters? Some sort of pep talk?

“And here I thought it was bad luck to see the bride before the wedding…”, she murmured slowly, eyeing the guests whom had chosen to participate in the ceremony. They were starting to look a little antsy. For the moment she said nothing to the assembled guests. Part of her had a sinking feeling, considering, they were standing near the Star Yacht that [member="Darth Metus"] had set aside. It was a gift. More than anything, now, she saw it as a get-away method of transportation.

There were plenty of places to meet in the Fortressa where it might be more clandestine. Alessandra turned her head toward Adron while her shoulders wiggled a little to get comfortable, her voice soft, and filled with a shred of dark amusement. “I think we might have a runaway bride and groom. Let’s give them time before making any announcements.”

The Viceroyalty, Knights, Mandragora, family, and friends present could wait a little bit longer. Oddly enough, there was also a report of some sort of structural damage. Alessandra rolled her eyes and figured it was likely due to an overzealous guest. Silently, she dispatched two droids to check it out, not knowing yet, that a very emotional [member="Scherezade deWinter"] was the cause.

 

[La'Ca Cavataio]

Location: Fortressa (top secret, maybe behind you right now)
Nearby: [member="Mira Cavataio"] and sorry everyone else
Post #11

For the crazy lady that pounced another, it was easy to forget how a loose silver dress would react to such movements, or had removed it herself. The writer could not make up her mind about the events of the dress because in the end La’Ca was used to not having clothes on. It was not new for her. Articles of clothing were more for show than having an actual purpose. After all, why have care about others when there was Mira there under her.

Even though Mira broke their embrace of lips, La’Ca continued placing tender, loving kisses on Mira’s cheek, going down to her jaw then to her neck. She stopped when hearing the start of her name in Mira’s voice. There escaped a soft coo from her lips before whispering back. “Mistress… mmm” Adding at the end, her tongue flicking against Mira’s earlobe.

 

[Akabane Jarvik]

Location: Fortressa, bar
Objective: Locate the banquet hall bar
Attire: u know u like it
Post: 2

With a sigh, he reached inside his coat pocket and pulled out some funky looking glasses. He was well aware of how strange he would appear when he walked through the crowd, but that was what made him unique. Akabane like to be that oddball in the group. Besides, what was the point in going to a wedding full of many important people if he didn't awe them. Well, that was his plan at least. Everyone one was different, and while one person might actually ignore his attire he was sure quite a few wouldn't, thus ending in success on his part. Now, to find the fun.. And the red man went on to secure a cup of wine or whatever was offered.

The long halls really gave him a good amount of time to think about the past. In order the events went as followed: he joined the Confederacy, reunited with an old friend, entered a relationship with that friend, and then she vanished. Such a strange story, just like him, strange. Her sudden disappearance worried him greatly and as a result he went off to look for her, leaving behind any duties he may have had except for occasional appearances. Akabane felt so lost, or perhaps it was as if he was drowning. With no luck in finding her, he was forced to give up and carry on with life. All that led up to now, where he was attending a certain friends' wedding. He shook his head and realized a drink would help right now.

Akabane moved quicker to find the banquet hall as he couldn't stand these long silent corridors. No, they allowed him to think more often than he needed or wanted to. He tried to shut out the thoughts by banging on the walls but it was no use... they filled his mind mercilessly and without end. Akabane began running in the direction of any type of noise, anything would help at this point. The noise grew louder as he approached it, the sound of conversation slowly replaced his thoughts and it was relieving. He slowed down to walking speed and turned into the large room with a grin on his face. "My oh my. What have I been missing out on?" He missed this atmosphere. Hell, anybody would if they liked to party as much as he did. Akabane's eyes moved quick to locate the bar and there it was, already swarmed by various high-spirited people probably because of the liquor but who knows.

He immediately headed over to the bar retaining the grin. An Akabane grinning could mean anything with the silly mind he possessed but today it was due to the lovely sight. No, it wasn't the ladies ironically nor was it the decorations. The beautiful collection of liquor is what allowed him to grin so wide. His bright red eyes looked directly at the bartender from behind the funny glasses, "Mister, I want something that'll give me nightmares for days... and feel free to take your time." At first the man seemed bewildered, most likely because of his choice of clothes or maybe it was the way he requested a drink. Either way, he found success. He turned around to face the large space behind him. The glasses were earning him all kinds of interesting looks so he took them off. He stood there waiting for the completion of his- or what he considered lovely drink.

@ anyone at the bar (too lazy to tag lol)

 

[Edric Vanyan]

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Location: Fortressa, Ceremony Room​

Post: 3​

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Edric waited with his hands behind his back and him leaning against the wall, watching the hall and going over what he was going to say and suggest to Zes in his head. He wasn't getting cold feet, atleast, not in the normal way. No instead he just didn't want to do the ceremony anymore, it was too big, too much for him and he felt wrong being up there in the middle of everything, already feeling that same feeling he got at home. His father had left him the throne and his sister the powers and yet every day the two wished they could trade places in that manner as both preferred the other's position.

But now, he had a choice in the matter and he wanted to atleast have a chance to make that choice. There were smaller, more personal ways in his mind to do this, one that didn't require some large service or ceremony. After all, she was his love, and this was a fact that almost all those who met with him already knew so why did it matter if they had some grand thing out in this ship in the middle of space. He would be happy with just them, together in the garden, with no one around. With them retreating to the mountains to watch the night sky from the surface of their home.

It was then movement caught his eye, a security drone turning to look his way and he grinned a bit, knowing someone had noticed the little disappearing act. [member="Alessandra Creed"] would get a quick wave, and then a point at the door, the only interaction he would give his observer before Nida Vaal and [member="Zesiro"] would turn the corner, causing him to straighten up and blink at her. His voice caught in his throat.

Everything he had been rehearsing was gone as he looked at her and then looked down, the nervous young man returning in that moment as a wide smile grew on his face.

"Hey there Zes... I hate to ask this but do you want to just leave." His voice came out soft, almost afraid as he tried to speak a bit more. It was quivering, wondering if he could even suggest this to a bride on her wedding day. "I figured we didn't fit for something like this... Or at least I don't. You look great, and I'm just awkward like usual. My heart is pounding so bad I can feel it in my ears. I'm not saying lets not get married, but we can do it somewhere that is home, not this rust bucket in the middle of no where. I'm happy the confederacy gave us this ceremony, for nothing more than a gift. But, its not me, I would prefer to be with you at home, under the stars."

Edric shifted, Nida leaving the two to talk as she started to board the ship, a smile on her face and getting ready for the Yacht to leave.

 

[Mira Cavataio]

Objective: Surprise sweet La'Ca
Wearing: This (protective tattoos not shown on image)
Post: Ten

Music played in the background, an odd tune that barely registered with the Dathomirian as La'Ca continued to have all her attention among the fallen chairs. Hands moved even as she had paused her kiss to call her name. Her favorite's kiss on her skin was moving from cheek to jaw to neck, quick as La'Ca did.

She didn't even remember where she had come or why she had arrived here, whether there was any other reason other than what was happening now. Mira didn't care in the slightest. She lived for these moments.

But. It was time to stop. Simply to do with the unconformability of the situation. Mostly the chairs beneath. "My sweet, stop," she ordered a tingle of sharpness in her tone, intended to reach La'Ca. The music on the loop wasn't much helping right now either. "Show me my gifts and then you will be rewarded," Mira whispered, sweeter now as her hands found hands to hold.

[member="La'Ca Cavataio"]​

 

[Zesiro]

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After leaving the main area of the party, Zesiro let out a sigh. Considering everything that was going on, it was a nice moment of respite from the activities set up for this day. To her this day should never have ever happened to her and she had placed the preparations for it in the hands of others. People that had welcomed her even after she had been their enemy. Not really entirely their enemy, but picked up behind enemy lines. That whole episode in her life was best put in the past and for the most part had.

One thing she had never found here was what she thought of as home. That was at the side of Edric and that was where she was going. The two of them were both similar yet different. Where one was, the other was never far away. What had started off with her as more or less one of his retainers, her branched out and now they were here.

Pomp and circumstance was nice, but it wasn't really them. She greatly appreciated the work that had been put into this ceremony, the invitations sent out and being able to see people gathered to support them. It was almost like there was another time, another place was where they belonged though. The desire to return to the comfort of his arms and home came to her as she walked to yacht.

When Zesiro arrived, she gave Edric a loving and caring smile. They had grown close in their time together and she listened to what he had to say. She looked at him front head to toe herself. This was the first time either of them had seen the other in any sort of formal attire and she wasn't disappointed. He looked fantastic. Holding a hand out to him, she nodded and that smile remained.

"Let's get out of here. Something more fitting for us. Though, your people might like to celebrate too, you know. And maybe your family."

[member="Edric Charr"]