Outer Rim Barbecue [ORC and friends]

[Jorus Merrill]

OOC/ We've got a good bit to celebrate:

• [member="Bryce Bantam"] coming back, IC and OOC
• [member="Leo Vandermolen"] probably getting Master, pending a staff review of the vote
• [member="Andorreth Vikar"] becoming a Knight

IC/

Spoiler

Source: oasis town 2 by Kevin Lam - https://www.artstation.com/artwork/G3WRa

ZONJU V
OUTER RIM COALITION TERRITORY

At the outskirts of a mud-brick town, smoke drifted up from a bonfire. The smoke rose past canyon walls and through a stone arch, where it faded into the stars. Spacers, locals, Judges, all sorts - the crowd was getting cheerful. Decades-old rock music filtered through the crackle of sagebrush in the fire. The smells of roasting meat filled the canyon and drew folks from the town. Jorus, as per his usual, sat on a rock by the fire and turned the spits. Lean desert critters blackened above the coals and dripped what little fat they had. Chewy but well spiced, the local meats hit the spot; he'd already eaten his fill. Someone had brought a few cases of drinks both soft and hard.

Wasn't easy to enjoy himself, truth be told, not after what had happened to Mara. She'd come out to the barbecue, though, wrapped in a rough blanket and chewing on a haunch, and that was progress.

 

[Elaine Thul]

Elaine was not very good at sociable, something she found out again recently at Jedi conference. She thought someone would atleast try to talked to her, atlas not though. She decide to try her look again, though force only knew why she bothered. She really an outcast it seemed, well she turned up and looked the best she could for a bonfire. The food smelt nice so if she wallflower again, atleast she had some nice food. She found somewhere nice and warm to sit, so she could watch the flames. She liked the flicker of the flames, and smell of burning wood. She pulled her coat tighter, and hoped some would atleast say hi, she was awful at starting conversations.

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Bryce strolled into the party late. Needing time to settle his mind after his encounters with the Kathol he had returned from his self imposed exile on his homeworld of Biitu when he got word of Leo's advancement. Not one to come in empty handed or empty shouldered he was carrying two full kegs of wine each. Anyone looking at him may thing this site a bit strange, as each keg would weight more than Bryce, but any with the ability to sense the force would be able to figure out where his strength came from.

As he walked he greeted the few judges and other members of the coalition that had joined before almost running into a beautiful young blonde he had never met.

“Oh I'm so sorry, first drink is on me" Bryce said profusely excusing himself as he continued to the roasting pits where Jorus had taken up shop. Dropping the two oaken kegs close enough to the food so others need not journey far to enjoy the refreshments he had brought, he drew a cup from the one containing a deep rich red and walked back over to the young miss.

“Hey, name is Bryce, sorry for all that.” He said handing her the drink. [member="Elaine Thul"]

 

[Leo Vandermolen]

Leo had brought his own personal stash of alcohol, namely spirits, which he now sipped from as he reclined back against a log near the firepit, letting a small beetle run up and along his hand. There had been a lot of cause to celebrate, namely himself apparently, becoming so adept at his power, he'd been named a high master among the judges, garnering even more respect with the new title. Leo's memories drifted back to that first night when he'd utilised the force, breaking free from his chains and escaping confinement to meet up with the rest of the Coalition in an excellently timed rescue mission.

A grin came over his features, reflected in the crackling light from the campfire, this was his home, here among his comrades, it always would be... He peered over at Bryce as he arrived to the party with two large kegs of what appeared to be wine, outdoing practically everybody when it came to providing the alcohol. But for now, a toast to good times and long life. He raised his glass, smiling slyly, "Enjoy the night everyone!" He raised his voice before adding a little note to himself afterwards, "We might not see another like this soon..."

| [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="Elaine Thul"] |

 

[H3xle]

ZONJU V​

​

Keric banked hard around as he slowed Aurora over the landing pad just outside of town. He'd been someone else entirely the last time he'd hung around the Underground for any length of time. Not something he was going to explain to anyone, but that was what he attested the butterflies in his stomach to. There were people he respected in this territory who wouldn't have ever heard of him, even if they would have remembered an agent of the Underground from years past that had dropped off of the radar.

Aurora settled onto her pad, and Keric took his time powering her down. He was flying solo for this, Janta was still unsure what to make of the revelations of Keric's secrets in First Order space. She'd elected to take some time to herself as a station hand elsewhere in the Outback. Keric had a couple of Aegis agents keeping tabs, but otherwise was giving her the space she wanted. Truth be told, he wasn't sure what he wanted from their relationship either. She was the first, and currently only, person who knew that Keric Dynt was force sensitive. She still didn't know the rest, the body switching, his training with the Obsidian Order, his initial training in a far, far worse organization.

Keric found himself standing on the ramp of Aurora, unsure of how he got here. He shrugged and tossed his jacket on, his hands absently patting his sidearms on his voidstone studded gunbelt, then closed up his ship. The world around him seemed distant again, unable to sense anything beyond the veil of his gunbelt, suppressing his force sensitivity like an alcoholic suppressing his emotions with a good bottle of jack.

Keric shook himself as he walked, forcing a smile onto his face as he approached the gathering. These people didn't know him from Adam, but the welcome call had gone out. He offered nods and salutations as he moved into the light, producing a large bottle of Correllian Whiskey and putting it down next to the other drinks before grabbing a root beer with a label from Kesh. Keric sat before he twisted the top off and took a sip.

"Evening all..." Keric took another sip after speaking, looking around the group.

[member="Leo Vandermolen"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Elaine Thul"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Elaine Thul]

As she sat down watching hypnotic flames of the bonfire, then a guy appeared who must be what seven foot, offered her a drink. She smiled, it was first time she had company at one these events. Apart from planning meetings, where she has to be involved as their is a topic to talk about. He passed her a drink it was not her usual, she was use to drinking wine, but she thought she give it a shot. She took a sip, it was quite bitter, her face cringed a bit, and she wanted to spit it out. She did not of course as that would have been rude, she swolled her drink. He then told her his name [member="Bryce Bantam"], she not heard of him, but she didn't care. Though he did have nice green eyes, like her family lineage. She put her hand out, and said Em my name is Elaine Thul, formerly of Alderaan. He would ether run now, knowing who she was, ignorant of it, or did not care. She thinking self please don't care, please don't care.
[member="Leo Vandermolen"] [member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Bryce Bantam]

It was hot that evening on Zonju, enough that Bryce decided to remove his usual red overcoat after handing Em her drink. He watched and held back most of a smirk as she tried to down the strong beverage. Those of the outback didn’t have the most refined palate and he what had brought was more suited to a out of doors party rather than a dinner party.

He quickly slung his coat over a nearby rock before undoing the cuffs of his shirt and rolling back his sleeves to reveal the the signs of his last encounter with the Kathol. On his right forearm, written in ancient Kathol was the contract with the old Fiery One named Eva. To the naked eye it would look like a tattoo burned into his flesh that seemed to somehow glow red. Those with force sense would feel a strong connection to the darkside coming from it. On his left was the contract he had been forced into from “the court” to protect Zero. It would look like deep silver lettering that was etched into his very flesh that glowed a bright white. Those with a connection to the force would feel a strong pull to the light coming from it.

Bryce noted even before Elenie talked of her ancestry she carried herself with the poise of a royal. As she offered her hand he took in not in a normal shake but as a gentleman would a lady of the court. Bowing properly, his training from his days as a noble kicking in, he gently kissed it before letting it go and straightening back up.

“Pleasure to meet you Lady Thul, or would you rather Em. We are not really big on formality here but I want you to feel comfortable and all.”

Waiting for her response he took a adobe mug from a nearby table and filled it to the top with the same wine he had offered Em. As he did a new gent walked by. He replied politely before holding out his hand to Em and asked.

“Can I get you another?”

[member="Elaine Thul"]

 

[Vaudin Miir]

[member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Keric Dynt"]

Vaudin walked off his ship toward the festivities wearing a towel held deftly in place by his blaster belt. Old dog tags hung around his neck as he walked toward the drinks. He would probably eat some food too. He took a drink, drank it and grabbed another before grabbing a plate of wings.

He found a nice spot with a good view of a young woman's backside and set about being festive.

"I should have taken a bottle." He muttered to himself aroind a mouthful of some kind of well sauced wing. It would be a fun day.

 

[Andorreth Vikar]

I'd been in the shadows for awhile now my armor blending into the environment. I simply had a rag covering my head and draped across my nose and mouth. Celebration was underway and I'd been scanning the crowd to see if I recognized any familiar faces. I saw Jorus over roasting critters on a spit by the fire but I was honestly here to thank the man who'd towed me to new beginnings. Bryce Bantam, interestingly I wasn't hungry or thirsty at least not in the traditional means. Seeing Bryce offering what looked like a noblewoman a drink I moved in towards him unwrapping my face as I did. Finally next to him I said "Welcome back boss man, seems I owe a great deal to you. Towing me to Nar Shadaa gave me the means to start anew so thank you Bryce." Extending my right hand I waited for him to take it as I looked around for a path to discreetly merge back with the crowd.

[member="Bryce Bantam"] ~ @Jorus Merill ~[member="Elaine Thul"] ~ [member="Keric Dynt"] ~ [member="Vaudin Miir"]

 

[Elaine Thul]

[member="Bryce Bantam"]

He making a little fun her calling her Erm, she smiled it was funny. She was trying not to giggle, and then took her hand and kissed it. She not had that before, and she was slight embarrassed, it made blood rushed to her and blush. As she had not been formal even court, not since leaving alderaan as refugee. She left as a sith called Draco took over, though he had seemed benign to people of Alderaan. Though how many wookies did kill, when leading mandalorians against the republic. She put thought behind her, as he offered her another drink, she replied Yes, but maybe something different. As she spoke, she tilted her head forward, and looked up at him with her green eyes. As she spoke a man approached him, he seemed to know the person she was talking to. He called him bossman, she may or may wind him up about that later, after all he was teasing her a little bit, when erm came out as em. He was not much taller than her, unlike the severn foot Bossman next to her. She he had a ship, and knew how to use a tractor beam. As he held out his hand she figured, he probably talk to him for a bit, she was was not very good at this. Though she would wait, as he may go off and chat whilst getting her a drink, of wine or some spirit.

[member="Andorreth Vikar"] [member="Vaudin Miir"] [member="Keric Dynt"] [member="Leo Vandermolen"] [member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

He raised his glass, smiling slyly, "Enjoy the night everyone!" He raised his voice before adding a little note to himself afterwards, "We might not see another like this soon..."

"Evening all..."Keric took another sip after speaking, looking around the group.

"I should have taken a bottle." He muttered to himself around a mouthful of some kind of well sauced wing. It would be a fun day.

Jorus raised a non-alcoholic can to Leo's toast, and tossed a nod to the new arrival who he didn't know. And then there was freaking Vaud, Jorus' old student, wearing a towel and a gunbelt. A grin crept over Jorus' face, and he rose from the cookfire to whistle for his droid. SAG-1's treads churned in the sand.

"Saggy? Those four skewers on the right are done. You mind running'em to Mara, that Iktotchi in the towel, Leo, and the new guy in the gunbelt over there? Oh, and do the Iktotchi last. Try and steal his towel while you're at it. He'll like that."

The little droid blooped and procured desert-meat skewers from the bonfire's edge, then headed around to distribute them.

[member="Leo Vandermolen"] [member="Keric Dynt"] [member="Vaudin Miir"]

 

[Mala]

Food!

Sweet, spicy smelling meat! Liquor too. Open to all?

Well it was now.

The smell of the barbecue had lured Mia out of the security of the town, where she made her living by pick pocketing consumers in the busy markets and swiping what food she could from vendors during the day. Nights were long, lonely and often hungry so the filthy squib, in her too small patched clothing couldn't resist the smell of food. Like any good thief, she hung in the shadows, un-moving and invisible or so she seemed to think when she was still. Kind of like playing dead, if you acted it out long enough, whatever you might be attacking you would give up eventually.

Purple fur stained with mud ruffled over her body and her stomach growled loudly. There was someone watching the barbecue, pretty closely too it seemed, no way she could get food from the source without getting caught unless they were nice. They seemed to be smiling a lot, but smiles didn't mean people were good. She'd met some nasty people with smiles before, toothy ones that didn't make their eyes squint, the kind they normally give you before they stick you with something. A hand reached up and fiddled with a hole in her ear.

"Nasty bastards." she grumbled at herself, her stomach joined in the complaint. She watched a droid approach the barbecue no bigger than her, she could take it. It got less than two meters from the barbecue before hunger and desperation overcame sense and a purple brown blur smacked into it full speed. And explosion of hiss and feral growls exploded amidst high pitched screams of protest from the droid, neither willing to relinquish its prize.

"GIZ IT! GIZ IT! GIZ IT!"

[member="Jorus Merrill"][member="Vaudin Miir"][member="Elaine Thul"][member="Andorreth Vikar"][member="Bryce Bantam"][member="Leo Vandermolen"][member="Keric Dynt"]

 

[Vaudin Miir]

Vaudin swallowed a mouth full of food and began laughing at a lewd joke someone had just told about two banthas and a bush pilot. He took a deep drink of his booze and wiped his chin with the back of a too large hand.

"Crap! What's that?!" he said to the pilot across the table as he pointed passed him. The guy looked teaching for his blaster and Vaudin snatched a piece of nuna from the man's plate and began laughing again as the man caught him with the food half way passed Vaudin's lips. "Oldest trick in the book." He said before the other pilot hit him in the face with a tossed green bean.

Vaudin feigned being shocked as he took another drink from his cup. As he was about to tell a mostly half true story of his time with Jorus in the rebel alliance his skin prickled on the back of his neck. The sounds of growling and droid screechs made him react before he even had time to consider the situation.

He stood. His hand were a reddish blur as he drew his blasters and turned to the commotion behind him. His towel however had been comfortable and decided the motion was too much effort. The corner of his seat clung to the soft fabric and held as Vaudin stood which left him wearing nought but his blaster belts and a fresh breeze from the west.

He looked down and then back to the blue furred thing fighting the droid. He shrugged to the woman the was gawking at him more than the blue vermin and holstered a blaster. He tossed the towel ober his shoulder with all the confidence in the galaxy and began the slow proud walk to his ship for a pair of pants. He was glad he had showered first.

[member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Leo Vandermolen"] [member="Keric Dynt"] [member="Andorreth Vikar"] [member="Mala"]

 

[Marselia Urstalis]

After the academy, after the disappearance of her nigh-erstwhile fiancé (she hadn't quite given up hope, yet), she'd taken to the spacelanes, doing as she'd learned from someone's daughter once, and that someone in question she'd met even longer before while watching a fight between two once-Sith Lords on a planet whose name she couldn't recall under all the distraction of life's offerings since. That someone, [member="Jorus Merrill"], was the subject of a brief glance abandoned to the selection of a boozy can of it didn't matter, one hand plucking away a can while the other raked through bound strands of red, pausing, and following through to pull the elastic binding it free; a gentle shake of her hand in the curtain of hair loosened it to hang as best as could be managed with it being piled up in a bun all the time.

"Ugh," she rolled her shoulders, the hem of her loose jacket lifting to the slight show of the top of her trousers, her belt, and pulling a tad inward to reveal a hint at the shape of two blaster butts holstered beneath the heavy canvas, "I should set down more often."

Lia cracked her neck, first one side, then the other, and pulled the can tab forward, popping an opening, and kept pulling and working at it until the tab came free. A long pull washed over her tongue, and the tab vanished into a pocket. When did that start? Who knows. She pulled the can away from her mouth, and peered into the darkened void of the opening, shrugged, and chugged the remainder of it in one go, crushing the can on top of the box and leaving it there, stifling a burp and shooting a furtive glance to either side to see if anyone heard that, while pulling free another can of the same.

"Maybe not for this crap," she opened the second can, despite that assessment, "people, though," and turned, walking closer to the fire, "maybe for them."

She tipped a nod at Jorus, and drew from the can.

[member="Vaudin Miir"] | [member="Mala"] | [member="Elaine Thul"] | [member="Andorreth Vikar"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Keric Dynt"] | [member="Leo Vandermolen"]​

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Bryce stopped mid stream when a man from the shadows slid in next to him. He began to tense a bit but then he removed the cloth from his face he relaxed again, knowing the man and his character.

“Ando, feth you came out of nowhere. Good to see you doing well.”

Bryce took the hand now extended to him and met him with a good firm handshake. Bryce so near to the young man could feel how the force was going within him, shaping him. It was the way of things and the best of things.

“You owe me nothing, just as others passed an act of kindness to me I have done the same with you. This however does mean you now owe the same debt to another. Should you find a being in need, I charge you to do as I did. Do what your feel is right.”

Releasing the hand he shook Bryce raise his arm and slapped Andorreth on the shoulder pad of his armor. Then he looked the man in the face before taking a large sip of his drink.

“What is right.” he said after swallowing.

Bryce could feel Ando beginning to scan the crowd, his wish to mingle or blend back in. With a nod he motioned for him to do as he wished and Bryce went to turn back to Elaine.

The look on her face was one of surprise, confusion and a touch of horror. Looking over to what seemed to be the source of this Bryce beheld a sight that to most would defy explanation.

Walking away was a man of red skin dressed in little more than a gun belt with the towel that once covered his loins now draped upon his shoulder. As he walked away toward a parked ship Bryce watched as just beyond him was a squib wrestling with Jorus’s companion. She seemed to be climbing all about it while kicking, punching, and doing whatever else she could to get at the flame kissed critters he was looking to pass out.

Taking another big gulp from his mug he just shook his head and mutter to himself, “well it's gonna be one of these parties.”

Looking over at the owner of the now accosted droid he asked. “Hey Jorus, who's the squib?”

[member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Andorreth Vikar"]

 

[Kaili Talith]

Staring into the fire reminded Kaili of the late nights from her childhood when she would stargaze at the galaxy beyond the sky, wondering where she would be when she grew up. At one point she had imagined she was a powerful jedi, the one who would end all suffering in the galaxy and make things right again. But then she grew up and realized that the world had a way of working out differently. She wasn’t a Jedi and she knew now that she could hardly make things right. She tried to do it wherever she went, but that was just about it. So perhaps she had people worshipping the ground she walked on and every move she made, but that was hardly what she wanted.

It was all about making things right as long as it was something she deemed possible in the first place. In the end she couldn’t fix everything, or everyone. The party had begun with Kaili and Allyson having a piece of small talk with Mara as Kaili finally introduced her girlfriend to her best friend, offering to do anything that her friend asked if she just told her so before going away to attend the party again at Mara’s directive. Kaili would be lying if she said she didn’t worry, but the last few months had if anything taught her how to control it. How to control herself and the emotions she felt as well as her reaction to it. She wasn’t the goddess some made her out to be, she was still far from perfect, but with age came wisdom.

… Or something like that.

A small smile set on the Talith’s lips regardless of the situation, her arm wrapped around Allyson’s lower back and with her head resting on her shoulders. It was easy to be calm knowing that she still had her.

An encouragement to enjoy the evening was announced by someone Kaili did not know. Not that she knew anyone here beyond Jorus and Mara on a personal level as it was. “Oh, I don’t know about that.” The blonde grinned at Allyson and perked her brows twice in a rapid fashion before settling her cheek against the Corellian’s shoulder again. They toasted, and Kaili joined in with an empty hand. She was not a drinker outside of candlelit dinners in mountains or on beaches, and there was nothing which was very likely to change that.

And as for why they were here, honestly, Kaili was not sure how she had caught rumor of this-

That was a droid serving and passing out food. The blonde separated from Allyson’s shoulder like a lightning bolt and proceeded to eye it with great curiosity. She had thought about making something like this before but never gotten around to it. For one she had literal manpower for that, for second… Well, there was none. Sometimes Kaili really just needed to keep the people under her employed. Simple as that.

“That droid is so cute.” Kaili looked at the droid and then Allyson like a child wanting to adopt a neighbors dog. “But. We…” She sighed. “We can’t keep it.”

“Thank you, unit.” Kaili smiled and grabbed the food it was handing out with a smile before returning to Allyson’s side again.

[member="Allyson Locke"]​

[member="Vaudin Miir"] | [member="Mala"] | [member="Elaine Thul"] | [member="Andorreth Vikar"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Keric Dynt"] | [member="Leo Vandermolen"]​

 

[Simone]

Habit made her lift the collar of her jacket as she moved through the small collection of ships that had gathered on the towns outskirts, eyes flickering over everything, drinking in the details. Simone paused in her tracks, and lowered the collar. as she remembered she wasn't on Nar Shadda anymore. The thought eased tension out of her and she sighed before continuing her trek beneath ship hulls towards the glow from the bonfire. The sounds of music, laughter, and some animal that seemed to be in pain drifted over the town walls and Simone grinned, finding a bounce in her step as she pushed towards the party and past the ships that had gathered on the outskirts.

She slipped through the throng, catching site of the purplish blur that was wrestling with a droid, frowning she looked up and found herself in the path of a very naked Vaudin. The zeltron blinked and looked him up and down, and eyebrow perking as a smirk spread across her lip. "I would have thought a man of your stature would be better equipped, Vaudin." she teased stepping forward and past him heading towards the drinks.

"That kind of party, huh?" she mused.

[member="Vaudin Miir"] | [member="Kaili Talith"]| [member="Elaine Thul"] | [member="Andorreth Vikar"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Keric Dynt"] | [member="Leo Vandermolen"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

@Mala @Bryce Bantam

Still chuckling, Jorus stood from the fireside. "The Squib? Not a clue. Oy! Saggy! Let'er have it!"

The droid breewheeped sadly and relinquished the remaining skewers. Little treads churned in the sand as, defeated, SAG-1 trundled back to the fire.

"You did good, mate," said Jorus, patting the droid's binoculars-shaped head. "Real good. Gorramit, look at Vaud trying to keep his cool. This is shaping up to be a solid night." He yanked a tuft of blue fur out of a servomotor. "And thanks for making sure Mara got hers before the kerfuffle."

The moment's amusement faded. At some point, Mara had left the party. She tended to prefer her own company these days - too much to work out, too many perspectives on how she should do that. Partially Jorus' fault for sure. Still, in the weeks since the Pergitor crisis, she'd bounced back fairly well. He no longer had nightmares about her turning to the Dark Side on the brink of an agonizing death. Whether she did was an open question - but at least she'd started mingling with people, spending time outside her own head. Progress.

Jorus forced himself back to the here and now. "I see you canoodling with Duchess Thul a sec ago, Bryce?"

 

[Allyson Locke]

This party was something she had heard about through the grapevine. Allyson wasn’t fully apart of the ORC, but she had her connections. They were necessary for her secondary job – you know the whole spy thing. Having contacts and connection were good – especially if she somehow managed to find herself behind enemy lines. Thinking about the darkness of war, casted a gloom over the young woman. She hated having to fight especially when there was something holding her back from being one of those soldiers that had nothing to lose. She remembered when she could fight like that. An arm snaked around her waist as she was pulled towards Kaili who decided to rest her head on the slightly taller brunette’s shoulder. Kaili Talith was the reason she had something to lose and after her accident that became more apparent.

Allyson waved at the few people that she knew, then Kaili seemed to have found a way over to someone known to her. Finally, proper introductions to the woman that Kaili called her best friend and was the person that kept her grounded all these years. Allyson nodded and passed pleasantries with Mara before they all parted ways. Looking over her shoulder, Allyson watched as Mara walked away and retired for the evening. She was an odd girl and really didn’t mirror what Kaili had said about her – maybe something had happened.

Once more Kaili found her place on Allyson’s shoulder. A smile crept along her face as she soon forgot the oddness of Mara. Allyson did her best to wrap her arm around the slender blonde’s frame holding her close. They found a place within the crowd and a droid drew Kaili’s attention away from Allyson. Watching the girl make her way to the droid Allyson soon followed and retrieved food from it. Looking around then back at Kaili she smiled. “Good group of people. Don’t you remember when they were the Underground? If my information is right they moved up in the world and became this…” Musing over this, she started to eat then paused. “Didn’t you do droid work for them at that time?” She continued to chew on the food that was presented to her and quickly found a drink. Her eyes lit up as she took a hearty sip and smiled.

“I love BBQ parties. Wish the Alliance did more of this stuff. As for the droid, no we can’t keep him” Allyson chuckled, “We already have two rascals at home.”

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[member="Kaili Talith"]​

[member="Vaudin Miir"] | [member="Mala"] | [member="Elaine Thul"] | [member="Andorreth Vikar"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Keric Dynt"] | [member="Leo Vandermolen"]​

 

[Ria Misrani]

Zonju V.

Not a place you'd expect to find an orange tabby, and yet here she was.

It was harder these days for Ria to recall words to read them and understand but she was grateful for it all the same. Her delicate ears picked up on the music, her nose on the food and slowly but surely she padded toward it with ease. Funny, the cat thought for a moment, all her human life she sought family and acceptance. Only now after death and reincarnation did she seem to understand it more, she had always had family just never knew it. The orange cat opened her mouth and licked at her nose, mud-brick homes and buildings were nothing new to her. Her fur was clean as ever, and her collar still beautiful with the tag that read Mittens Varanin the Royal Cat of Eshan.

As she got closer to the crowd their faces seemed to blur. They all looked the same and terribly frightening, but the scrappy tabby looked around a few moments before finding a way to be above them all. To observe them from the top, squeezing this way and that. Small paws padded across a mixture of textures before settling into a corner where she could watch them all. And two faces stuck out for her, [member="Jorus Merrill"] and [member="Bryce Bantam"]. She lowered her head a moment and looked over at [member="Kaili Talith"] and [member="Allyson Locke"], at first she thought it was Ashin and Spencer but her feline eyes deceived her. Not her hoomins, she reminded herself and decided to make her way down and rushed up toward the Jedi himself. Leaping onto his shoulder with a gentle touch, before letting out a small, "mrow." Into his ear, "mrow," she called again and pawed at him.