Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos

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Spice Makes Everything Fun

Lira Dajenn

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Sand infused winds whipped and cut at Nemene's soft half revealed face, tiny granules of rock and sand digging their way into her shoes, coat, sleeves, and anywhere else that it possibly could. There was a deep frown on her face, hidden by a silk scarf that covered her nose and below. Beige clothing stained her graceful form, the horrid color matching the desert almost too perfectly and drastically contrasting with her raven black hair. Orange eyes drifted over to her partner who stood only a few feet away from her.

“I can't believe you talked me into coming here. This place is...” She looked around them, nothing but desert and cliffs for miles except for one large structure that was a mere forty meters in front of them. “Horrible.”

She seemed to say the last word with a shudder running through her, goosebumps dotting her skin even in this heat. Sweat poured over the tiny bumps, quickly causing them to fall back into her skin. She gave her forehead a wipe with the end of her scarf, frowning as she looked at the dirt now on it. She hated this world, and she hated being here, and she hated having to carry what was in her backpack. “Honestly. It's beneath us Evelynn.”

Most things were beneath Nemene, or at least to her they were. In truth however she would not have allowed anyone else to do what they were about to do. Vengeance was something personal, it had to be done yourself, even when it was somewhat petty.

With another loud, impertinent sigh Nemene began to walk again, trudging through the small bit of desert left between them and the backdoor to the Mos Espa Grand Arena.
 

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