Private Papers Please || Luna

[Abel Denko]

NABOO

The young smugger seemed pleased.

Though Abel had literally plucked her from the normal tempo of her life and deposited her on Naboo, all seemed to be going well. The gilded state of the garden did not seem to overwhelm her. Rather, the opposite effect was had. Luna seemed to enjoy every bit of the garden she saw, and spoke with that same level of sass that he had come to expect. At the mention of training, she regarded her mentor with a growing smirk. Her fingers ran through her ashen locks whilst she replied. I thought I was done with training a long time ago. "I don't think you're an old dog though." came his witty response.

Meaning, she was still young enough to learn new tricks.

He had offered to take her deeper into the garden, or to continue on with familiarizing herself with the estate. She shook her head, which meant it was time to press on. "We'll hit my second favorite spot then." Abel said, offering a light smirk as he spoke. As they strode off, returning to the decadent halls of the Estate, she posed a question. How long did it take for you to get used to living here? Abel didn't answer right away, which afforded her enough time to finish her thoughts on the subject.

"It...took a few months for me not to be surprised by anything. And to let the staff do their jobs." came his admission. His tongue ran along the inside of his cheek whilst he composed his thoughts. "I don't think anyone truly gets used to massive changes like this. Not for a long time. And in the grand scheme of things, I haven't been Lord Denko for that long. Instead, I took the time to make this place Home. Carved out spaces that are just my own, just the way I like them. This way, I'm at peace and content."

He paused. Adding. "And most importantly - free."

Satisfied with his response, he led them to a wing which seemed drastically different than the standard decor. Before them laid a pair of monumental blast doors with a particularly industrial feel. Abel willed them open, and they creaked backwards. The light of day spilled into the space behind, revealing the "Abel Cave." The east and west walls were littered with weapons. Lightsaber hilts, Blasters, Slughthrowers, and all manner of melee weaponry. Dummies adorned with varying armor sets stood in each corner. And in the rear were every sort of training equipment imaginable. From punching bags to hologram environments. This made Abel feel right at home.

"Welcome to my escape." he said, almost proudly. "Stick around here long enough and you can have one." An escape, all her own.[/indent]

Luna Evanstance

 

[Luna Evanstance]

“Well, this dog is tired” Smirking, Luna left it at that. All the years of training had taught her lots but they had been hard. If the Smuggler had wanted, she could have almost done anything in her life, thus far; mercenary work, bounty hunting… But none of that had ever suited her. "We'll hit my second favorite spot then." Luna had to wonder what his other favorite spot could possibly be but she didn’t say anything, only following and listening to Abel explain his adaptation to a noble lifestyle and everything that had come along with it. “Carved out spaces that are just my own, just the way I like them. This way, I'm at peace and content. And most importantly - free."

The young Smuggler could completely understand that. While the ship hadn’t been hers from the start, she had wasted no time spending what credits she had stolen from Rast and upgrading and modifying what made her comfortable and happy. “Everyone needs a safe space to be themselves.” Luna watched as the doors seemingly opened on their own, which revealed a rather impressive sight. There were all sorts of weapons and training items in the space along with armor.

It was a sight, to say the least, but the Smuggler couldn’t seem to help herself. “ It’s impressive, Able but… I gotta say I'm disappointed. All those muscles and you gotta use all this fancy stuff to get them? That seems like cheating.” She elbowed the man gently looking over at him; enjoying the sight. “Practice usually includes getting a broken nose, dislocated shoulder, and all sorts of bruises in places you didn’t even know you could bruise.” Pausing, Luna’s expression resumed its usual deviancy.

“I think I outta show you how it’s really done one of these times. No weapons. No Force. Just our fists and wits.” The young Smuggler insinuating the two of them go toe to toe without any weapons but simply their strength and natural skill. Abel clearly won in the muscle department but Luna was fast; erratic; flexible. Her height as a female gave her a slight advantage. “Unless that is... “ She paused “You don’t think you got what it takes.”

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[Illyria Le Fey]

tag: Abel Denko | Luna Evanstance

The mood of Illyria Le Fey had been soured for some days now - which meant that the household walked on eggshells. The young noble had been waiting and waiting for her master to return from whatever adventures he was gallivanting on, and her patience was beginning to wear thin. There was only so much time she could spend among the social elite before the days started bleeding together: becoming a rinse and repeat of social get-together, being paraded around like a trophy, and forced to entertain people she could not tolerate. The days spent training with Abel were a much welcomed, and much needed, respite from a smothering world of expectations, and political intrigue. He understood the world she lived in, the pressure of being part of it, and that made their acquaintanceship easier, more natural, more genuine.

So when news of his return reached the young woman, no time had been wasted in making the journey to his estate. The rhythmic click of heeled feet soon silenced as she came to a halt at the door, gentle knocking, and offering a polite smile when it was answered by a droid. “Please advise Lord Denko that I am here to see him.” It was a simple instruction that any machine with an inbuilt brain should have been able to complete. So what the droid did not move, she questioned its programming. “Lord Denko is entertaining a guest, Lady Le Fey.” Her green eyes narrowed into a withering glare, and lips frowned faintly. “And now Lord Denko will entertain me now. Get him. Now.” This time she did not allow the droid to deny her, as she simply stepped over the threshold and into the estate.

She was not a woman who accepted the words no, not now, later. It was something she had learn as a child: people were willing to go to extreme lengths to befriend her family, using their status as an acquaintance of the Le Fey for their own selfish reasons, and rarely, if ever, did they say no to her. The word simply did not exist for one such as her. Once inside and alone, as the droid tottered off to fetch its master and the guards sent to escort her were forced to remain outside, her shoulder slouched ever so faintly and a sigh was expelled. It was, (though she would never complain aloud), emotionally draining to be lady-like all day. Those few moments alone were a blessing. But when the sound of approaching footsteps was heard, she straightened and was once more a visage of perfection.

 

[Abel Denko]

NABOO

Well this dog is tired.

The ashen-haired woman did not elaborate on the meaning behind her words - and thus the Knight was left with the impression that she was literally fatigued. The thought produced a chuckle on Abel's part. They hadn't done too much, outside of the obvious tussle, during the trip over. But there was no telling what Luna had gotten up to before she accepted his offer of tutelage. Who knows how long it had been since she had a proper spell of sleep. Abel didn't pry, however, but took the hint that it was time to resume the tour. That meant visiting his second favorite locale within Skywind.

As they strode along, Luna asked if he ever got used to the gilded lifestyle. To which Abel replied truthfully. It took him a while to simply adjusted to being waited on hand and foot. But he carved out a niche for himself. And, with time, Luna would be able to do the same - if she so chose. Everyone needs a safe space to be themselves. she remarked. The sentiment was wise - enough so that it surprised the Knight ever so slightly.

Soon, they arrived at the "Abel Cave" and the trove was revealed. And the response was something that the Knight truly was not anticipating. With but an elbow to his side, Luna set about chatting away in that lovely tone of hers. She poked. Prodded. Roasted. All with a sassy smirk upon her face. "You'd be surprised how hard it is to get a good fight around here." he said, almost flatly. His mind wandered to a dinner party in particular where he had almost ripped a man to shreds. Bare-handed. "Back in the good ol'Enforcer days, I lived that very life you're talking about. Bruises. Practice consisting of live fire and broken bones."

"But here? The real thing is hard to come by." His fingers formed a fist and playfully tapped her shoulder in a mock jab. "I'm more than happy to go a few rounds with you." Phrasing intended.

He parted his lips, as if to banter more or to continue the tour, but was interrupted. The wall-mounted speaker chimed and a metallic voice advised that he had a guest inbound. Specifically: "Lady Le Fey is on her way to see you." A bemused huff escaped the man's nostrils. Every other guest would have been announced with a "person xyz is waiting to see you." But Illyria? She had the moxy of a monarch and the will of a dragon. If she wanted to get inside Skywind? There wasn't a butler or droid who was going to stop her.

"Just in time." he said, before rubbing his hands together. "Come, time to meet your fellow apprentice."

The Knight wasted no time in guiding Luna out of his "Cave" and towards the "reception hall" - which was basically a living room on steroids. Only a stone's throw from the main entrance, the space was adorned with a fireplace, several couches, a literal red carpet, and all the finery one would expect from a noble. And awaiting them within the hall was Illyria - ever the picture of prim and proper. "Good afternoon, oh apprentice mine." he said, opening his arms as if to embrace her. He didn't, but rather strode over to one of the couches.

He unceremoniously plopped down upon it, laid his arms over the back, and man-spread. Why? Because it would irk Illyria, that's why.

"I thought you were coming over tomorrow. But, I'm glad you swung by." he began, before motioning towards Luna. "Luna, Illyria. Illyria, Luna. As of today, I'll be teaching the both of you everything I know."

"I only ask that you pay for my services with foot rubs, compliments, and shiny objects."​

Illyria Le Fey | Luna Evanstance​

 

[Luna Evanstance]

"You'd be surprised how hard it is to get a good fight around here." Luna was not surprised by this at all. It was painfully obvious that most beings on Naboo were not meant to find themselves in a fight. "The real thing is hard to come by." She knew that wasn’t true for all, but in a general matter, the odds of finding someone to piss around with were slim. “Soft hands. Have them spend a few weeks with nothing but their wits and a vibroblade on Yanibar and they’ll wanna smart up real quick.” A small smirk crossed her lips, remembering her not-so-fun time on the barren planet- another gift from her uncle as she learned survival training at a fairly young age.

“I'm more than happy to go a few rounds with you." The playful jabs to her shoulder didn’t go unnoticed which only caused her grin to grow as she feigned a shocked look. “Careful now, might give a lady the wrong idea.” Playfully responding with a wink, knowing far well they were past formalities. The young Smuggler wanted to hear what Abel had to say next but he had been summoned for something else, leaving her to be both curious and amused at the same time. "Come, time to meet your fellow apprentice." Luna had no idea how training and masters and teachers worked in full but it wasn’t any surprise that a well multi-tasked man such as Abel would have more than one student. He had quelled her curiosity which would only leave the amusement.

"Luna, Illyria. Illyria, Luna. As of today, I'll be teaching the both of you everything I know." The young woman’s delicate features made her seem much younger than Luna. She was cute, fresh-faced, and well dressed. But the aura of brattiness shifted around her in waves despite the pretty features, giving Luna ammunition to test her theory. “Oh, look at you!" She smirked; her scar shifting on her face as she did so. Passing by the young woman, she brought her hand up and playfully ruffled her hair as she walked by to find her own place to plop down. “You’re so tiny. From the looks of it, fiery too.” She paused, stretching out some. “That’ll serve you well.”

She watched the other woman with amusement, her emerald orbs flicking between Master and fellow student. "I only ask that you pay for my services with foot rubs, compliments, and shiny objects."The young smuggler gave a bit of a snort and laugh at the thought of little miss priss doing anything for anyone other than herself. Not to add she had other ideas for services to Abel. But to spare the young woman social scarring, she chose her words in a different direction. “I’ll manage the shoulder massage and she can boil the water.” ​

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[Illyria Le Fey]

tag: Abel Denko | Luna Evanstance

There was a distinct lack of appreciation in the young woman's stare when Abel moved to embrace her, which she knew better than to expect or open her arms to accept, only for him move past her and to one of the couches. His behaviour, as refreshing as it was at times, was also irksome. But worse still was the woman, Luna, and how she introduced herself; ruffling the hair of a stranger as though it was an appropriate thing to do.

First impressions, after all, were everything. There were no do overs.

Normally Illyria would have smacked the offending hand away and reprimanded the person for their audacity. But at the moment she only glared while straightening her hair and forcing a smile. She was no intentions of giving these two buffoons any more reason to mock her. Instead her eyes closed for a moment, to hide the attitude with which she rolled them, before attention was returned to the man. "Lord Denko." Her voice was sweet, the smile on her lips charming, but the sarcasm behind her words was obvious. Illyria knew he disliked being called by his title, that he'd rather people called him by his name, but if he wanted to play games with her, she would oblige him.

"You would know if you bothered to return any one of my phone calls-" and she'd made quite a few during his time away "-that I needed to speak with your urgently upon your return." It wasn't an urgent matter at all. Illyria had become restless during his time away, bored and irritable with noble life, and when she was in such a mood training with Abel was an escape. Sure, she could have forced her way into Skywind - after all, his servants were never able to deny her - and used his residence as an escape, but it was boring when he wasn't here.

"You have servants to rub your feet, Lord Denko. Do not expect me to do their job for them." She waved a dismissive hand to put a stop to whatever objection he might speak, as she found a place on the couch opposite them. And as she settled, she took a quick moment to observe the two of them, to scrutinise the both of them and the obvious familiarity between them. Illyria wasn't dumb. There was more between Abel and Luna then what was seen on the surface. She almost rolled her eyes at the predictability of it. An attractive man - an attractive woman - a teacher--student relationships. There was only a few ways it could develop.

Still there was a pang of jealousy. Illyria had demanded much of his attention during their training sessions - this stemmed from her being accustomed to getting her own way, to knowing what was expected of her, and how to perform under pressure. And to now be forced into sharing him and his time with someone else, especially someone as uncouth as Luna had proven to be thus far, did not sit well with the young woman. "Illyria Le Fey." She correctly introduced herself when eyes turned to the aforementioned woman. Her gaze roved over her, head to toe, the noble woman silent as she took in her appearance. "It's a pleasure."

 

[Abel Denko]

SKYWIND ESTATE

The scene was like a beautiful disaster.

It was said that, when life was at its most perilous, time seemed to slow down. In the moments before the train hits, one can supposedly see their life flash before their eyes. In the case of Abel and his two students? Time seemed to lull to a crawl, for Luna had decided to feth with Illyria. Between messing with her perfectly laid hair and admonishing her on her physique, Abel was fully expecting some sort of eruption. He could have said something. Put an end to the shenanigans instantly - but like a speeder crash compilation he just couldn't tear his eyes away. Thankfully, Illyria conducted herself with the tact that was expected of nobility. She simply fixed her hair and settled down upon one of the couches.

Lord Denko. she said. Her voice was sickeningly sweet - her own version of sass. She knew he hated being called by his title, and so she would do so as a consequence for the introduction. And for the high crime of being made to wait for his return. "If memory serves, I shared my calender with you." he began. "You should have seen that I was offworld on Obsidian business. Expecting a callback mid-mission is how you lose your master to blaster fire."

His tone was bereft of any amusement. Her calling him by his title had the intended affect, it seemed. Nonetheless, when he formally introduced the pair to one another and quipped about foot rubs, Luna was more than happy to play along. Illyria, conversely, was dismissive. They were quite literally night and day. Commoner and Noble. Training the two of them was going to be a hoot.

"In any case. Since you made the trip over, I'll clear my schedule for the day." he began, leaning his head back upon the couch. It was no secret that the Knight was exhausted. Too often he was burning the candle at both ends. Luna's entering the fold was the perfect excuse to wipe a day free of obligations - but the morrow would have even more demands. "I'll leave it up to the both of you how we spend the afternoon. Training. Lunch. Anything you wish."

His offhand moved, albeit a tad sluggishly, as he finally relaxed upon the cushions.​

Illyria Le Fey | Luna Evanstance​

 

[Luna Evanstance]

It seemed that this… Illyria woman had little to no patience for anything other than herself. The sheltered walls of her life had allowed her to look at everyone around her as if no one else mattered. While she had manners, she was one of the rudest beings that the young Smuggler had found herself in the presence of. She was just as demanding of Abel, but it seemed that he was unfazed by it which Luna knew had to drive the young woman crazy.

As Illyria introduced herself, causing Luna to raise an ashen eyebrow and a smirk of amusement. "It's a pleasure." Luna ran her tongue over her teeth as she looked the woman over for a moment, gauging her response. A rather impressed expression crossed her features for a moment. “Huh. A pleasure? Not often I get that sort of response.” Watching as Happy made his way over to her with a few beeps and blurps, Luna nodded, a large smile crossed her face as she conversed with her droid. “Uh-huh. Yeah, well. It does stink, quite a bit, actually.” She paused, looking up at the woman whose pretty features were twisted into annoyance. “Happy wanted to know if your perfume smelled.”

Letting the pair banter for a bit allowed the young Smuggler’s emerald gaze to make its way around the room. While she had been here for only a short time she could understand why such a place had an appeal. No matter where one’s eye wandered, there was something to look at in one way or another. She reached in her jacket pocket, popping one of the pills from her bottle as she settled there, giving a sigh as she realized that while Abel was their Master, she’d be up for teaching the little prissy blonde a few actual manners that didn’t end in “I” or “me”.

"I'll leave it up to the both of you how we spend the afternoon. Training. Lunch. Anything you wish." Abel was exhausted; that much was certain and while it had been a rather long night for many reasons other than work, Luna’s idea of resting was next to null. But she pondered the options as she let her own head sink in one of the many pillows on the place she sat, responding to an equally lazy Abel. “Oh, I don’t know. Doesn’t look like the Tiny Terror is dressed for training.” Smirking from her spot for a moment, Luna lifted her head from the pillow, looking at the young woman over again without shy eyes. “Maybe some food would level out those blood sugar levels enough for you to un-crank that hydro spanner that you got up your backside.” ​

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[Illyria Le Fey]

tag: Abel Denko | Luna Evanstance

There it was - the salt in the wound, the insult to injury. As if learning Abel had abandoned her for this woman was not hurtful enough, now she was proving to be tactless, and almost completely idiotic. Illyria was accustomed to people being as intelligent as a wet paper bag but this woman was setting a new standard, and it was nothing to rave about. They had known one another for hardly five minutes and already she saw fit to be insulting - how typical. Illyria would not deny she wasn't a brat; her calling Abel by his title instead of his name had certainly been rude, perhaps even out of line, but that was the nature of their relationship. Abel, being of nobility himself, understood why Illyria did and said the things she did.

Was simple being of noble heritage, and knowing her worth, and demanding to be treated appropriately warrant immediate hostility? Or perhaps it was something else that had upset Luna? Frankly, Illyria didn't care for the reasons, just that her behaviour was atrocious. So she closed her eyes both to calm herself and to hide the way green hues rolled with annoyance, before focusing her attention solely upon Abel. Her words seemed to have had the desired effect on conveying her soured mood. Illyria had no remorse for annoying him. It anything she was annoyed at him for allowing Luna to speak to her in such a manner. "If I recall correctly it was mundane work. Something about papers." She said, eyes locked with his to ignore the third wheel.

"You're also selling yourself short. You would never die so easily - certainly not to blaster fire." Knowing Abel he would probably die an old man, shot by a jealous husband. Watching him relax into the cushions, she felt a smidgen of sympathy for him. Illyria had no misconceptions that she was a difficult woman to handle, and now with this other woman under his tutelage, he had to be exhausted. But that was his problem. He put himself into these situations, and his weariness shouldn't have come as a surprise. "I think lunch and training is a lovely idea." She said, her eyes briefly moving to where Luna was, but no other acknowledgement was made. After all, there was nothing polite to be said at that moment. "Would you prefer to eat in or eat out? I can arrange for something to be bought here, if you would prefer to relax for a moment longer."