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LFG Carnival on Dantooine?!
*snort*
Name: Nekana Quane
Age: Early 30s
Alignment: Dark, but I don't go to church
Hobbies: Drink, spice, info-gathering, dives and nightclubs, feats of physical prowess
Seeking: Literally anyone else (see: Avoiding)
Avoiding:
* Men—unless they like the taste of leather
Little bit about me: Product of the underbelly of the galaxy
Your worst nightmare, unless you stay on mygood nice side
And if you can do that? I could be your drug
Age: Early 30s
Alignment: Dark, but I don't go to church
Hobbies: Drink, spice, info-gathering, dives and nightclubs, feats of physical prowess
Seeking: Literally anyone else (see: Avoiding)
Avoiding:
* Men—unless they like the taste of leather
* Remorse—why feel bad for giving people what they deserve? Little bit about me: Product of the underbelly of the galaxy
Your worst nightmare, unless you stay on my
And if you can do that? I could be your drug
eye of the beholder
An inn, somewhere
Aji reclines on a bed in a single room after a long trek, one arm bent behind his head, the other handling a device. Night has fallen and he hasn't bothered to turn on a light, the glow of his datapad the only thing illuminating his face while blue-grey eyes scan over profiles on Zinder, swiping left on a lot, pausing only where interest or curiosity stall him.
The nearly solid Dark-Light divide between women and men was a strange thing, but that hardly impacted him. Whatever gods there were... why, they might have been favouring his inclinations, as much as he could indulge a woman to the nth degree.
That was what Hapan men seemed to be made for, according to millennia of tradition. According to his education.
But he wasn't on Hapes, now was he?
A message came in, in the midst of his shower of left swipes, pulling his attention. First one to reach out, today, since he'd gotten up the nerve to sign up to this wholly foreign thing. He read the message, a few thoughts queuing up, but he wasn't one to pass judgement without at least looking at the profile:
Ajinar looked at the image first, then read the profile, and it caused his brows to slip northward. Troublemaker... in what way? Experiment gone wrong?
"Eh bien, il est mignon pour un cyborg," he considered... and he didn't have anything against cyborgs, and they were both wanderers, "but I feel we may be too different."
It wasn't just the Hapan talking, or the noble, or even the vast dissimilarity between the brunt of the arts he practised and the work of a... meknek? But he did have a care about the Force—the manner of his training, even when mixed with his noble Hapan upbringing, still leant him to making the opposite of trouble if he did have to call upon his abilities or his blade. The Light, by and large, was his ally.
Aji went back to the message from
Saul Whesai
, and went about fashioning a response. He wasn't going to swipe and have that be his answer. He wasn't dispassionate or cold.
"Saul,
I am charmed that of all the people on this app, you are the first to message. Either you are very brave or I am too new to know any different. I thank you for your interest. It warms the heart to know the interest is there for someone... but I fear we are far too dissimilar, that our paths flow in different directions." He could feel that he wasn't meant to wander in perpetuity: the handle he had on farsight, and how it invited vision, weighed on him with what it pointed him to. "I wish you luck in this endeavour of the heart—we will both need it."
Then he sent the message, and moved on.
The next one to make him linger wasn't what he expected, and the profile almost pulled a full laugh out of him. Aji's thumb hovers, while he mulls over how this gem brought out a bemused smile on his face.
"There is something to be said for subtlety," he utters—and compatibility—then swiping left, "but you are too old."
"Un si beau sourire," Aji mused, eyes tracing over the lines of the Jedi that filled the image—that wasn't the only part of the Jedi that caught his eye, "mais le sarcasme...l'intensité..."
He catches half his bottom lip with a breathed note of a laugh,
"...peut-être un problème."
And he swipes right, hardly considering the horror that this one might possibly be straight. Not that he could tell.
He had to be hardly older than...
...well, than Astor would have been, now. Aji let the datapad fall screen down on himself. He couldn't put a finger on when he'd ceased thinking so much of
Astor Daaray
, this time. How the Prince wove through Aji's mind so much in the wake of his death a year and a half ago, years after the Daaray ascension to royalty spelled the end of their time together. Years after he'd managed to evict Astor from being a fixture in his thoughts, death returned the late Prince there for much of the past eighteen months.
They'd met when that man with the strawberry-blond mane was solely a Chume'doro. It felt an age ago, yet Aji had hardly let himself be tied to anyone else, since, and he knew it. The half-Miralukan squeezed his eyes shut, willing away the image of Astor's bleeding form, and
Briana Sal-Soren
hunched over the Prince. Still clearer than it had any right to be.
"Merde," he breathed a sigh, "I leave yet your spectre follows me still."
He laid there some minutes more, before picking the 'pad back up and giving the profile of this
Kaleleon
another look. A careful consideration on his own merits, despite the unwelcome reminder. Studying the image included more thoroughly, focusing on the differences, cementing that this was a whole someone else, and a handsome one in his own right. Aji could envision the scenes he might capture in graphite, or paint - the forest, the peace of this man in meditation if he wasn't inclined to join in, to name some.
He knew his way around the nobility like the back of his hand, and could charm like the best of them... but the workshop and studio had always been his solace. His retreat. Where he wove reality and not in almost equal measure, at times driven by what he couldn't have seen with his eyes. Where he preferred to be, and that could be planted anywhere.
He swiped right.
Then he closed the app, set aside the 'pad, and tried to get some sleep.
Aji reclines on a bed in a single room after a long trek, one arm bent behind his head, the other handling a device. Night has fallen and he hasn't bothered to turn on a light, the glow of his datapad the only thing illuminating his face while blue-grey eyes scan over profiles on Zinder, swiping left on a lot, pausing only where interest or curiosity stall him.
The nearly solid Dark-Light divide between women and men was a strange thing, but that hardly impacted him. Whatever gods there were... why, they might have been favouring his inclinations, as much as he could indulge a woman to the nth degree.
That was what Hapan men seemed to be made for, according to millennia of tradition. According to his education.
But he wasn't on Hapes, now was he?
Saul slid through profiles on his datapad as the night wore on, the light from the curtain of his bunk showing while other techs slept. As usual, it was a hodgepodge of people with different wants and needs. He sighed as he X'd out any darksiders that might get his employment canceled, as tempting as some were. (Nilira Vornix, Veyla Tass)
In the end, only one profile really got his attention. His electronic eyes stopped onAjinar Djo 's profile and looked at it long and hard. He was handsome... Handsome enough that Saul had a hard time believing his profile wasn't a picture made by AI. But they did have a lot in common; they both made things, or at least so it seemed... And the gender preference matched up. But they were from very different worlds. Ajinar seemed like a Hapes Playboy, and Saul was well... an average workman covered with oil after a long day of work. It took a minute or two of thinking while staring into those green eyes before deciding to send him a message.
"Hey, I'm Saul. I'm probably not what you expected matching, and maybe not what you want, but I am interested in you. If you want to see where we go, we can certainly give it a shot. I hope you give me the chance to put my best foot forward."
As he watched the message send, the Cyborg couldn't help but rub his forehead. Saul couldn't help but wonder if this would be worth the headache, but dying alone wasn't how he wanted to go out. So all he could do was try...And who knows, maybe Ajinar wouldn't show, and he would have a free day off work all to himself.
A message came in, in the midst of his shower of left swipes, pulling his attention. First one to reach out, today, since he'd gotten up the nerve to sign up to this wholly foreign thing. He read the message, a few thoughts queuing up, but he wasn't one to pass judgement without at least looking at the profile:
Ajinar looked at the image first, then read the profile, and it caused his brows to slip northward. Troublemaker... in what way? Experiment gone wrong?
"Eh bien, il est mignon pour un cyborg," he considered... and he didn't have anything against cyborgs, and they were both wanderers, "but I feel we may be too different."
It wasn't just the Hapan talking, or the noble, or even the vast dissimilarity between the brunt of the arts he practised and the work of a... meknek? But he did have a care about the Force—the manner of his training, even when mixed with his noble Hapan upbringing, still leant him to making the opposite of trouble if he did have to call upon his abilities or his blade. The Light, by and large, was his ally.
Aji went back to the message from
Saul Whesai
, and went about fashioning a response. He wasn't going to swipe and have that be his answer. He wasn't dispassionate or cold."Saul,
I am charmed that of all the people on this app, you are the first to message. Either you are very brave or I am too new to know any different. I thank you for your interest. It warms the heart to know the interest is there for someone... but I fear we are far too dissimilar, that our paths flow in different directions." He could feel that he wasn't meant to wander in perpetuity: the handle he had on farsight, and how it invited vision, weighed on him with what it pointed him to. "I wish you luck in this endeavour of the heart—we will both need it."
Then he sent the message, and moved on.
"You don't need a dichroscope to know I'm the real deal."
The next one to make him linger wasn't what he expected, and the profile almost pulled a full laugh out of him. Aji's thumb hovers, while he mulls over how this gem brought out a bemused smile on his face.
"There is something to be said for subtlety," he utters—and compatibility—then swiping left, "but you are too old."
That smile widened to one side on the next profile that caught his interest.
"Un si beau sourire," Aji mused, eyes tracing over the lines of the Jedi that filled the image—that wasn't the only part of the Jedi that caught his eye, "mais le sarcasme...l'intensité..."
He catches half his bottom lip with a breathed note of a laugh,
"...peut-être un problème."
And he swipes right, hardly considering the horror that this one might possibly be straight. Not that he could tell.
And the next one to give him pause spoke to him far differently. Purged the previous potentials right out of his thoughts. What Aji got from the tone of the writing, the hair a different red than...
He had to be hardly older than...
...well, than Astor would have been, now. Aji let the datapad fall screen down on himself. He couldn't put a finger on when he'd ceased thinking so much of
Astor Daaray
, this time. How the Prince wove through Aji's mind so much in the wake of his death a year and a half ago, years after the Daaray ascension to royalty spelled the end of their time together. Years after he'd managed to evict Astor from being a fixture in his thoughts, death returned the late Prince there for much of the past eighteen months.They'd met when that man with the strawberry-blond mane was solely a Chume'doro. It felt an age ago, yet Aji had hardly let himself be tied to anyone else, since, and he knew it. The half-Miralukan squeezed his eyes shut, willing away the image of Astor's bleeding form, and
Briana Sal-Soren
hunched over the Prince. Still clearer than it had any right to be."Merde," he breathed a sigh, "I leave yet your spectre follows me still."
He laid there some minutes more, before picking the 'pad back up and giving the profile of this
Kaleleon
another look. A careful consideration on his own merits, despite the unwelcome reminder. Studying the image included more thoroughly, focusing on the differences, cementing that this was a whole someone else, and a handsome one in his own right. Aji could envision the scenes he might capture in graphite, or paint - the forest, the peace of this man in meditation if he wasn't inclined to join in, to name some.He knew his way around the nobility like the back of his hand, and could charm like the best of them... but the workshop and studio had always been his solace. His retreat. Where he wove reality and not in almost equal measure, at times driven by what he couldn't have seen with his eyes. Where he preferred to be, and that could be planted anywhere.
He swiped right.
Then he closed the app, set aside the 'pad, and tried to get some sleep.
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Saul Whesai
Character
Saul was quietly willing himself to sleep when Ajinar's message came through, his commpad blinking in the cubby that was cut into his bunk. Slowly, he reached up and grabbed it from its hiding place, opening it up to see a Zinder notification. "Well, that was fast..." The Cyborg popped the message open and... rejection... A little sigh came from his lips as he looked into the message further. Well, at least the man had let Saul down easy.
As he thought about it, Ajinar wasn't exactly wrong. Hell, he was probably getting groomed to take over a Hapan Noble House the way the Emerald-Eyed wrote his profile. Saul decided to take the high road with a simple "Thanks, same to you." reply. At least it wouldn't burn the bridge if they ever met in person.
Against his best judgment, he decided to keep swiping. Unfortunately, the only person who came close to his particulars was a young man named Solon. He seemed a little young for Saul, but the cyborg could admit he did look pretty with his hair all done up, as Solon had just come out of the represher. The only word that made his hesitiate on swiping right was Solon writing calmer in his profile, and Saul certainly wasn't that... Hell, the normal thing he did for fun was jumping from floating signboard to signboard above a busy airspeeder lane. The Cyborg didn't expect the pairing to go well or for Solon to even accept, as his last try had decided not to. But still, he had to try for the simple reason of "Why not?". Besides, not like the app would buckle under the pressure of sending back another rejection notice. And so he pressed the heart on
Solon Rey
's profile before turning the pad off again and trying to go back to sleep.
As he thought about it, Ajinar wasn't exactly wrong. Hell, he was probably getting groomed to take over a Hapan Noble House the way the Emerald-Eyed wrote his profile. Saul decided to take the high road with a simple "Thanks, same to you." reply. At least it wouldn't burn the bridge if they ever met in person.
Against his best judgment, he decided to keep swiping. Unfortunately, the only person who came close to his particulars was a young man named Solon. He seemed a little young for Saul, but the cyborg could admit he did look pretty with his hair all done up, as Solon had just come out of the represher. The only word that made his hesitiate on swiping right was Solon writing calmer in his profile, and Saul certainly wasn't that... Hell, the normal thing he did for fun was jumping from floating signboard to signboard above a busy airspeeder lane. The Cyborg didn't expect the pairing to go well or for Solon to even accept, as his last try had decided not to. But still, he had to try for the simple reason of "Why not?". Besides, not like the app would buckle under the pressure of sending back another rejection notice. And so he pressed the heart on
Solon Rey
's profile before turning the pad off again and trying to go back to sleep.
Lightning Queen
The Warden of Vaal
Steam still clung to his shoulders as Adonis stepped from the shower, a towel draped around his neck while he scrubbed at damp hair. For perhaps the first time in weeks there were no meetings to attend, no petitions to review, no militia reports waiting for his approval.
Just quiet.
The buzz of his datapad on the counter interrupted the moment.
New Message Received
He frowned, wiping condensation from the screen with his thumb.
From: Lys Solan
Subject: Since you refuse to help yourself
"...What have you done?"
Just quiet.
The buzz of his datapad on the counter interrupted the moment.
New Message Received
He frowned, wiping condensation from the screen with his thumb.
From: Lys Solan
Subject: Since you refuse to help yourself
"...What have you done?"
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New Message
Inbox • Personal Correspondence
Inbox • Personal Correspondence
From: Lys Solan
To: Adonis Angelis IV
Subject: Since you refuse to help yourself
Received: 09:17
Hey Adonis,
You keep saying you are "too busy" to make one of these, which is funny because I have watched you renegotiate an entire supply chain deal before breakfast.
So I made it for you.
Before you start complaining, yes, I used the fish picture. No, I will not apologize. It makes you look approachable in the same way a Star Destroyer with its hangar lights on looks approachable.
Use it. Delete it. Pretend you never saw it. Whatever makes you feel in control.
But for once, maybe let someone else do something for you.
Hope you don't mind.
— Lys
P.S The password is burc'ya if you want to see your messages.
Attachment: Adonis_Zinder_Profile.png
1 image
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Adonis stared at the attachment for several seconds. Then several more.
The fish picture.
Of course she had used the fish picture.
His expression shifted somewhere between disbelief and reluctant amusement as he scrolled through the profile.
Strong walls. Open door.
A faint snort escaped him. The worst part was that it wasn't bad. In fact, annoyingly, it was probably better than anything he would have written himself.
He sighed heavily.
"Burc'ya?" he muttered under his breath, reading the password aloud. A pause.
"...That's actually kind of funny."
After another moment he opened the login page.
If anyone asked, however, he would deny everything.
Saul Whesai
Character
Couldn't beat the Zinder addiction, could you Saul...? So much so that he was looking at Mandalorian Warriors hoisting fish in full armor during his lunch break. What had he fallen to... Still, Adonis was a good name for this guy. Because that's what he looked like in this picture. Maybe it was just the smile that caught Saul's attention. It seemed kind. At least when the man wasn't about to blast a hole in you.
Steam still clung to his shoulders as Adonis stepped from the shower, a towel draped around his neck while he scrubbed at damp hair. For perhaps the first time in weeks there were no meetings to attend, no petitions to review, no militia reports waiting for his approval.
Just quiet.
The buzz of his datapad on the counter interrupted the moment.
New Message Received
He frowned, wiping condensation from the screen with his thumb.
From: Lys Solan
Subject: Since you refuse to help yourself
"...What have you done?"
────────────── ✦ ──────────────
New Message
Inbox • Personal Correspondence
From: Lys Solan
To: Adonis Angelis IV
Subject: Since you refuse to help yourself
Received: 09:17
Hey Adonis,
You keep saying you are "too busy" to make one of these, which is funny because I have watched you renegotiate an entire supply chain deal before breakfast.
So I made it for you.
Before you start complaining, yes, I used the fish picture. No, I will not apologize. It makes you look approachable in the same way a Star Destroyer with its hangar lights on looks approachable.
Use it. Delete it. Pretend you never saw it. Whatever makes you feel in control.
But for once, maybe let someone else do something for you.
Hope you don't mind.
— Lys
P.S The password is burc'ya if you want to see your messages.
Attachment: Adonis_Zinder_Profile.png
1 image
────────────── ✦ ──────────────
Adonis stared at the attachment for several seconds. Then several more.
The fish picture.
Of course she had used the fish picture.
His expression shifted somewhere between disbelief and reluctant amusement as he scrolled through the profile.
Strong walls. Open door.
A faint snort escaped him. The worst part was that it wasn't bad. In fact, annoyingly, it was probably better than anything he would have written himself.
He sighed heavily.
"Burc'ya?" he muttered under his breath, reading the password aloud. A pause.
"...That's actually kind of funny."
After another moment he opened the login page.
If anyone asked, however, he would deny everything.
He didn't expect the man to accept; hell, he didn't know if he wanted a male partner, let alone what he was. But again, why not? And just before his lunch break ended, as he was stuffing the last of his sandwich into his mouth, his finger pressed the heart before he stuffed his trash back into his lunch bag and headed back to work.
Smooth Criminal
Kinley Pryse logs on to Zinder
Hmm depressed people might be easier to rob... but I dunno if I've got it into me to listen to a monologue of angst right now swipes left
Damn girl, who did them implants? swipes left
Who doesn't know what their hobbies are? Don't these Force users have any personality? swipes left
Hulk might smash...... swipes left
No age? Red flag. swipes left.
Lawful???? swipes left
Damn that republic bounty. I bet I could get this guy to gamble on sports. swipes left
Values honesty? Oh honey! swipes left
:3
Feed me Seymour? swipes left
Settling down? Not my style. swipes left
Name: Ajinar 'Aji' Djo
Age: 23
Pronouns: He/him/his
Alignment: Light-aligned, principalemant
Little bit about me: Hapan Force Artisan, of Miraluka descent, who may never stop learning. I find myself away from Hapes more often as of late, due to... extenuating circumstances, and wander where my curiosities take me. Peut-être it is for the best.
Hobbies: I work with my hands and have an eye for beauty wherever I look: this, that, you and I.... the usual suspects. I enjoy exploring beautiful places (natural and civilised), learning traditional crafts, visiting museums and historic sites (inclusive of ruins and old temples), sketching while I travel, and sharing good food and long conversations with interesting people.
Seeking: Someone who can hold a conversation beyond the weather; there is nothing so terminally dull. Someone who won't mind my artistry, or should we go so far... that it will need room.
Your gender matters not, however you identify, different styles of relation are welcome, mais in the interest of honesty, there is a slight préférence for my own gender. Chérie, don't let it stop you if you aren't.
Avoiding: Those with dark designs on my person and existence. I loathe those kinds of evangelists. Otherwise, I am, as they say, open.
-----------------------------------------------OOC: Aji doesn't have a new bio yet. And his current status includes some minor retcons from what few posts I've done since I recreated his account, so his old bio from uh... 2021 before I'd deleted his account would need an overhaul anyway.
Hapans got credits. I like that in a man, but I think I've got the wrong equipment under the hood for this one. swipes left
Name: Amara
Age: 32
Alignment: I'm not really a principled lady, so whichever way the wind blows.
Hobbies: You can find me shopping most days, and clubbing most nights, usually in different cities and on different planets depending on how much I feel like traveling that week. Between those days, though, I might get my hands a little dirty and do a little amateur archaeology.
Seeking: I guess we can start with good conversation with the right ambience and we can go from there, though someone a little less full of themselves than me would be a pretty important ask.
Avoiding: Anyone who knows my daddy. I'll be a bit nasty about it, actually, so just skip right over me if you do. If you don't recognize me enough to make the connection then this isn't for you
Little bit about me: In a few words, I'm bad news in a dress and heels. I'll be the prim and proper girl that your mom loves to see when you come to visit, and the woman that makes you stay up way too late the night before. I'll probably ruin your life, if you let me, but you won't regret everything that happens first.
Kinley Pryse isn't full of herself. Everyone else just wants to be full of Kinley Pryse. swipes left
No credits? ewww swipes left
Did this loser just quote himself? Gross swipes left
Pretty sure I ripped this guy off last time. Not ready to deal with that. swipes left
Hot damn! That's the hottest thing I've seen on this app since
A'Runda
swipes right Logs Off
Please note: all reactions are meant IC and playfully. No offense is meant.
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His Light Casts No Shadows
Taking out the pad, looking through the various faces that showed up. Many showed as a minefield of people who... looked more like trouble than they were worth. The snickering thought crossed my mind of how so many galactic powers fought for information of one another, yet here they are, plastering their faces, names and how they liked "long walks on a beach" out in the open. However, currently, this was just a little bit of fun. Mostly to see if there was any kind of potential for something, but also, just checking out if there were more scammers, than actual people. That is, until others started swiping right on me.
Notifications popping up. So I shrugged my shoulder. Leaning back in the chair a moment. Going through the current people who had swiped on me.
No message, no reach out. So at least that narrowed down to not be some scammer bot. Reading over the bio, Hapan, someone who enjoys learning, likely ADHD with the wandering where curiosities take them, as well as a thing for a unique focus on trying to find things of beauty. So the thought immediately crossed my mind. They swiped right on me, and were looking for things of beauty. Was I beautiful?
"Ahahahaha. No."
The incredulious laugh broke from my throat. Setting down the pad for a moment. Palms sliding over my eyes to obstruct my vision of the tablet. Sliding lower to let my fingers press into my eyes and bridge of my nose. Eyes looking at the wall of the room. No thoughts. Yet, the thought lingered. More than I would ever admit to anyone. Hands plopping into my lap with eyes sliding over to the upturned tablet. Looking at the page just sitting there.
A deep sigh before a slow meandering hand reached over and swiped Right on it.
What was the worst that could happen?
Now, it was time to look at the others.
Looking at the profile, the very first words. Known War Criminal? As much as that might be fun, the final nail was avoiding men.
"Okay then."
Swipe Left.
"Feth it."
Swipes Right.
Swipe Left.
"You being good?"
Swipe Right.
Swipe Left.
I didn't even look past the age. Barely legal in some places? and almost double her age? A shudder of my shoulders before I moved on.
Swipe Left.
Swipe Left.
Swipe Left.
Swipe left.
Swipe Left.
"Maybe."
Swipe Right.
Swipe Left.
"Maybe? I doubt it though."
Swipe Right.
Swipe Right.
Swipe Right.
Swipe Left.
Swipe Right.
Swipe Left.
Notifications popping up. So I shrugged my shoulder. Leaning back in the chair a moment. Going through the current people who had swiped on me.
Name: Ajinar 'Aji' Djo
Age: 23
Pronouns: He/him/his
Alignment: Light-aligned, principalemant
Little bit about me: Hapan Force Artisan, of Miraluka descent, who may never stop learning. I find myself away from Hapes more often as of late, due to... extenuating circumstances, and wander where my curiosities take me. Peut-être it is for the best.
Hobbies: I work with my hands and have an eye for beauty wherever I look: this, that, you and I.... the usual suspects. I enjoy exploring beautiful places (natural and civilised), learning traditional crafts, visiting museums and historic sites (inclusive of ruins and old temples), sketching while I travel, and sharing good food and long conversations with interesting people.
Seeking: Someone who can hold a conversation beyond the weather; there is nothing so terminally dull. Someone who won't mind my artistry, or should we go so far... that it will need room.
Your gender matters not, however you identify, different styles of relation are welcome, mais in the interest of honesty, there is a slight préférence for my own gender. Chérie, don't let it stop you if you aren't.
Avoiding: Those with dark designs on my person and existence. I loathe those kinds of evangelists. Otherwise, I am, as they say, open.
-----------------------------------------------OOC: Aji doesn't have a new bio yet. And his current status includes some minor retcons from what few posts I've done since I recreated his account, so his old bio from uh... 2021 before I'd deleted his account would need an overhaul anyway.
No message, no reach out. So at least that narrowed down to not be some scammer bot. Reading over the bio, Hapan, someone who enjoys learning, likely ADHD with the wandering where curiosities take them, as well as a thing for a unique focus on trying to find things of beauty. So the thought immediately crossed my mind. They swiped right on me, and were looking for things of beauty. Was I beautiful?
"Ahahahaha. No."
The incredulious laugh broke from my throat. Setting down the pad for a moment. Palms sliding over my eyes to obstruct my vision of the tablet. Sliding lower to let my fingers press into my eyes and bridge of my nose. Eyes looking at the wall of the room. No thoughts. Yet, the thought lingered. More than I would ever admit to anyone. Hands plopping into my lap with eyes sliding over to the upturned tablet. Looking at the page just sitting there.
A deep sigh before a slow meandering hand reached over and swiped Right on it.
What was the worst that could happen?
Now, it was time to look at the others.
Looking at the profile, the very first words. Known War Criminal? As much as that might be fun, the final nail was avoiding men.
"Okay then."
Swipe Left.
Another Jedi? Interesting. Also, the name seemed very familiar. Like I had heard of them before, but not directly. Age was a little... concerning for me. Twenty-three? Former Battle Master? They took their work seriously it seemed. A shrug of my shoulder.
"Feth it."
Swipes Right.
A Dark sided Witch? They looked interesting, but so little written on the bio? Nah.
Swipe Left.
Ran? Serys? A look of bewilderment over my face and a shake of the head. Since the Hidden Path kind of dissolved, I haven't heard from her much. And her profile seemed to be one that various people would respond to. I doubted she would return the the swipe, but I just did it for old times sake. If anything, I sent a premature message to the match.
"You being good?"
Swipe Right.
Younger age, Avoiding facial hair? I guess that was a choice.
Swipe Left.
Swipe Left.
I didn't even look past the age. Barely legal in some places? and almost double her age? A shudder of my shoulders before I moved on.
That was... interesting. A literal... rock was on the app. Not sure if a Joke or not, but I'd rather not try and find out about that."You don't need a dichroscope to know I'm the real deal."
Swipe Left.
Thought very highly of herself, didn't put an age, so either didn't want to admit how old she was, or just wanted to play teasing games. Also Equestrian Dressage? The image of the Horse Girls back on Weik made me shudder. Some of them treated their horses like a man they wanted in life.
Swipe Left.
A reptilian with multiple arms? Interesting. But the age? Nah. Cant have a drink with them. Sorry buddy.
Swipe Left.
Once more, barely an adult. It was without question I swiped.
Swipe left.
What is it with Nineteen year olds on the app? Was this for like rich men who wanted someone younger? Or was it lesbians? I couldn't tell which.
Swipe Left.
"The Force Guides the rest?" It was a debate. Not too fond of those who saw the force as some kind of "hold to the iron rod" kind of faith. But the rest of what they had was alright in my eyes. I tilted my head back and forth. Finger hovering over the buttons.
"Maybe."
Swipe Right.
A heavy roll of my eyes. Yet another nineteen year old? At least this one didn't look like a Sith right from the start.
Swipe Left.
Interesting. Gunslinger, liked to move around. I didn't care for the Criminal/Scum line. Little full of themselves? Eh. it was interesting enough.
"Maybe? I doubt it though."
Swipe Right.
A Neti? It was interesting. While they were clearly a darker person, they were interesting to my eyes. Even wanting to get out of their own comfort zone. A shrug.
:3
Swipe Right.
Dangerous? And avoiding people like her Father? Who was her father? At least the age was nice. She looked good from what I could see. Well, they always say look for the girl with Daddy issues and you will have a good time.
Name: Amara
Age: 32
Alignment: I'm not really a principled lady, so whichever way the wind blows.
Hobbies: You can find me shopping most days, and clubbing most nights, usually in different cities and on different planets depending on how much I feel like traveling that week. Between those days, though, I might get my hands a little dirty and do a little amateur archaeology.
Seeking: I guess we can start with good conversation with the right ambience and we can go from there, though someone a little less full of themselves than me would be a pretty important ask.
Avoiding: Anyone who knows my daddy. I'll be a bit nasty about it, actually, so just skip right over me if you do. If you don't recognize me enough to make the connection then this isn't for you
Little bit about me: In a few words, I'm bad news in a dress and heels. I'll be the prim and proper girl that your mom loves to see when you come to visit, and the woman that makes you stay up way too late the night before. I'll probably ruin your life, if you let me, but you won't regret everything that happens first.
Swipe Right.
Unknown age? Cyborg? it was iffy. At the end, I shook my head.
Swipe Left.
Now that is a woman. A very interesting prospect. But avoiding men unless they like the taste of leather? Some unclean thoughts rose through my mind. It would be interesting at least to just see who they are. A slow wobble of my head. Would I be into leather?
Swipe Right.
Now that was... an impressive man. Self made royalty of a planet? Mandalorian? There was a thought, but I would rather not get pulled into the Mandalorians right now. Would have to be just the right person. For now, I shook my head.
Steam still clung to his shoulders as Adonis stepped from the shower, a towel draped around his neck while he scrubbed at damp hair. For perhaps the first time in weeks there were no meetings to attend, no petitions to review, no militia reports waiting for his approval.
Just quiet.
The buzz of his datapad on the counter interrupted the moment.
New Message Received
He frowned, wiping condensation from the screen with his thumb.
From: Lys Solan
Subject: Since you refuse to help yourself
"...What have you done?"
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New Message
Inbox • Personal Correspondence
From: Lys Solan
To: Adonis Angelis IV
Subject: Since you refuse to help yourself
Received: 09:17
Hey Adonis,
You keep saying you are "too busy" to make one of these, which is funny because I have watched you renegotiate an entire supply chain deal before breakfast.
So I made it for you.
Before you start complaining, yes, I used the fish picture. No, I will not apologize. It makes you look approachable in the same way a Star Destroyer with its hangar lights on looks approachable.
Use it. Delete it. Pretend you never saw it. Whatever makes you feel in control.
But for once, maybe let someone else do something for you.
Hope you don't mind.
— Lys
P.S The password is burc'ya if you want to see your messages.
Attachment: Adonis_Zinder_Profile.png
1 image
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Adonis stared at the attachment for several seconds. Then several more.
The fish picture.
Of course she had used the fish picture.
His expression shifted somewhere between disbelief and reluctant amusement as he scrolled through the profile.
Strong walls. Open door.
A faint snort escaped him. The worst part was that it wasn't bad. In fact, annoyingly, it was probably better than anything he would have written himself.
He sighed heavily.
"Burc'ya?" he muttered under his breath, reading the password aloud. A pause.
"...That's actually kind of funny."
After another moment he opened the login page.
If anyone asked, however, he would deny everything.
Swipe Left.