Public Constellations No Longer Charted [Ossus]

[Scherezade deWinter]

Scherezade knew what he meant by interesting texture. That was all right. Not everyone had to eat the same stuff she did, and it left more for her. The real problem was that she now in a pickle, because she was quite certain that she didn't have anything else to offer, It was bad form, having guests over and not being able to feed them. She wondered if Ossus had any good take out services, maybe she could cover a meal for Avarice .

At his words though, she just sighed. "I've always found it funny," Scherezade said, "if there's something you don't want found, but don't ever intend to use again, why not just destroy it? All this hiding around… Sooner or later, someone like you or me is going to show up and uncover it."

When he mentioned his thirst for knowledge, her eyebrows shot up. "You should meet my sister," came a chuckle, "she likes those things too. Fancies herself a great and terrible Sith Sorceress just because she can rip portals between dimensions sometimes."

 

[Avarice]

"That’s, uh… terrifying," Avarice admitted simply, his voice carrying a wry edge. "Playing with the fabric of realm-space isn’t exactly safe. It tends to cause problems."

He tilted his head, eyes narrowing slightly in thought. "Is her name Madalena, by chance?" he asked, recalling a similar-looking woman, Scherezade deWinter .

"Sometimes destroying something can cause more harm than good," he continued lightly. "Backlash, echoes… consequences you didn’t mean. Keeping it intact, though, means it can be studied, understood, maybe even fixed."

His tone softened, more measured now. "The Jedi are seekers of knowledge. To truly know how to mend something, you have to understand it first , why it exists the way it does, and how it came to be in such a state."

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Terrifying. That was one way to word it. It was also true, her sister could be terrifying when she wanted to be. Scherezade loved her all the more for it. Even when her dimension portal ripping stuff went wrong, which it usually did. But she didn't see a reason to divulge that little morsel of information just yet.

But when her sister's name was mentioned, the Sithling froze in her seat, eyebrows shooting up. Now that… Had not happened in a very, very long time. Few were those who could connect the two, even on the off chance that they actually met the two. These days, it seemed Scherezade and Madalena were running in different circles more often than not.

" Avarice , Where in the Maw's butthole did you find my sister?" she finally asked, her voice just above a whisper. The fact that he had, didn't scare her. The fact that he had met her, and then Scherezade met him, was too much to be merely coincidental.

"Jedi don't mend anything," she snorted, getting back to herself a little, "they mostly hide their clutter behind shut doors and pretend that is somehow enlightening."

 

[Avarice]

Scherezade deWinter
"Met her through a friend," he mused lightly, though he never quite said where.

"You seem very convinced of that. You must've crossed paths with some pretty closed-off Jedi," he offered with a faint smile. He picked up the drink and took a long sip, savoring it.

"Mmn… have you been scorned by Jedi before?" he asked curiously, eyes narrowing just a touch in quiet interest. He reached in to a simple little pouch on his belt and produced several little wrapped up bars and offered her one. A crispy wafer with creamy nut filling coated in a milk chocolate.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Scherezade mulled on her thoughts for a moment as she considered Avarice 's answer… and questions. She didn't like most Jedi, and that wasn't really a secret. Not that she had any actual problems with them though, her best friend had been a Jedi Master for the entire time that she'd known him. And she also had a few other friends who just happened to be Jedi. But the Sith boy across her didn't need to know that.

She gingerly reached for one of the bars that had been offered, and peeled it. Something brown. Probably chocolate. She sniffed at it in a strangely careful matter. It wasn't hard to see that Scherezade was a woman who liked food. It was hard to become as big as she was without it. But… She wasn't a fan of sweets.

Still, she took a bite. And then set the rest of the bar in the table, forcing herself to swallow.

A decision had been made.

Scherezade lifted her shirt. Don't worry, there was a bra underneath, the V sharp enough to show the part of her left breast that she had wanted to show him. All her skin was completely covered in scars, remnants from the days in which armor was a luxury she couldn't afford. But right above her heart, was the unmistakable mark of a lightsaber.

She also pulled her pants a little bit down, showing a twin scar an inch below her belly button.

"The work of a Jedi," she grumbled before returning her clothes to their place, "I was a kid. He didn't like my last name. Said I deserved to die for it. And then he almost succeeded in killing me."

 

[Avarice]

"I don't think they were a very good Jedi. Jedi are only supposed to resort to violence as a last resort," he offered simply.

"Unfortunately, not everyone lives up to such lofty standards… Most bad Jedi like to call themselves 'Sith.' Generally, it seems to me they do this once they stop pretending to care about what's right and instead embrace a more selfish existence," he chirped lightly.

"I'm sorry you went through that," he added softly, those red eyes trying to meet her gaze. "I hope you meet less violent jedi in the future. "

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

In all her life, Scherezade had only met maybe… Two? Jedi, that resorted to violence as a last resort. Her own lived experience had taught her that while that was something Jedi valued on paper, real life was a far cry from it. Her body carried more scars that proved it, but only the two she had pointed out to Avarice had been personal.

"No," she answered him, grinning again now, all notion of seriousness drained from her features and replaced with something more chaotic and more looking for fun, "I want to meet all the violent Jedi. I'm not the kid I was when that Jedi Master almost killed me. In this part of my life, I'm the one that kills them when the situation warrants it."

Of course, she didn't exactly go into what situations warranted it. But she'd known Avarice for a handful of minutes by now, and assumed he could guess.

"So what's your childhood trauma?" she asked with interest. No mocking in her voice, no nothing. It was a straight up question. Besides… Trauma bonding was sometimes fun.