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[Colette]

Katherine Holt

So what was actually being said was that Katherine hadn't felt personally fulfilled until she had found Torin. Colette listened but she found the difference between happiness and her work difficult to distinguish from one another. It wasn't that she didn't desire these things — the hormonal response to this very conversation was proof of that — but in the long run it was more that she saw duty as being the foremost experience someone like her could have.

It was a great honor to live for others, and she didn't really want to change that.

"I'm sure I will, some day." Colette shrugged and took another swig of her bottle. "I would love to have someone around that was there when I went to bed and when I woke up. Someone that was there, who I could hold and kiss and rely on, but…"

"I also know the kind of life I lead right now, and I don't want to stop that either. And my duty to others outweighs my desire for love. At least right now, you know?"

 

[Elian Abrantes]

Guinevere Cavello
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"Um..."

"Sure."

"A small sip would be advisable, I can tell this is the first time you've had this." Elian said with a smile as he watched her take the glass. And based on her reacting, he was completely right. She coughed, and doubled over, his eyes went wide with panic for a brief moment. Oh no, I killed her!!!

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"Oh dear...." Elian exclaimed as quickly moved to her side, giving her back a gentle rub and pat, helping her where he could. And to be honest, he couldn't help but laugh. "I'm so sorry."

Elian cleared his throat and took the glass from her. "Are you okay?"

 

[Guinevere Cavello]

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Her coughing quickly turned into laughing at the sound of him laughing. Her cheeks blushed pink with embarrassment but she was still grinning when she sat up straight and looked at him.

“Why do you drink such things?”

She knew her parents would not approve and perhaps it was rebellion she felt coursing through her veins.

Elian Abrantes

 

[Vatrës Dhalis]

Vatrës shifted closer as Hasuras Na-Gerra reached for her, allowing his arm to circle her, gargantuan hand resting on her hip. She lifted her glass in a silent toast when Gerra introduced her to Darth Prazutis . "Something like that," she mused in response to Prazutis' suggestion that she was bringing the light of Vahl to all. "Not all will be wise enough to accept the goddess' light. Some will only get to experience the heat."

She smiled vaguely. It may have been slightly unsettling, to see such a pretty smile at something as distressing as burning the rot of corruption away. But she was among the Sith; she was certain they had seen, said, and almost certainly done worse.

"How do you know our Champion?" Vatrës asked curiously. "No, wait. Let me guess -- " Her gaze drifted between the two men, equal in height stature, both bound by muscle. " -- same gym?"

 

[Cali Ziiva]

Friends! Kasir Dorran
Objective: Have a Good Time

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"Uh, Kasir... Kasir. Wait, hold on. Just... Okay, but..." Cali hopped from one foot to another as she bounced from side to side trying to coax Kasir into position or in some semblance of "dancing."

Finally she stopped in front of him as he asked if it was a trap. "Look, Kasir, yer too tense. Yer too tense. Ya gotta think of this like a battle, but not one where ya kick down a wall or stand there screaming as lightning hits ya, okay? Ya gotta envision it like... if ya don't move, ya die." She brought up her pink fists as she stood before him. "Like, imagine my fists are like massive tree trunks -- a trap designed to turn ya into jelly. Ya gotta lean or hop to the side. Hop! Don't fly or whatev'." A quick jab toward Kasir followed.

"Okay, now, like, imagine if they just kept comin'. No, don't ask, just imagine!" Cali jabbed again, then followed one hand up with the other in quick succession. "That's right. I jab right, ya dance left. I jab left, ya dance right. Footwork's the same as fighting, Kasir. Gotta stay light and mobile. Loosen up. Don't worry so much about where or why; just flow."

"As for yer objective," Cali paused briefly and looked up to the side for a moment. "Uh, yer motivation is... well, to survive, I suppose. If ya stand still ya die, remember? An' then ya gotta imagine there are strange little creatures around ya. They're tryin' to grab ya, so you twist away. Twist. And then ya lift your arms and stretch to try and grab one to the left... then to the right... and back to the left." The Zeltron had thrown up her hands while she swayed side to side to help give the man a visual.

"And stay limber! Go with the flow. Don't give me that look, big buy. This isn't Jedi surrender. Ya know it takes more self-control to move like this than it does to do yer best statue impression. Seriously! Bet ya feel it in yer muscles after a few minutes of this workout."

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Naniti Mercy Varin Mortifer Seren Gwyn Rayia Si
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It was also worth noting this was the first time in months, if not longer, that fate decided to bring their little group together. Like restoring a constellation scattered across the systems; which was partially true given their nature, and expansion of the Covenant.

His gaze flicked to the drink in Mercy’s hand; there shouldn't have been anything.. inherently wicked about the Core's Empress and a morning cocktail.. but history had taught him that events tended to escalate when she was involved. Well, one could only speculate how the day might unfold.

“Experience, then. Fair enough. I’ll add it to the list of things you were right about. quite fortunate, I suppose, that impromptu curricula.. arrive in person, yes?” His lips curved once more. “Well, if this were the future of diplomacy, the archives would certainly make for entertaining reading.” For him, at least; no one was unaware of how much time he spent in them, regardless of the world he found himself on.

When the question of Naniti surfaced, Lysander immediately found his mind scrambling for some sort of fib; anything really to deflect the nature of his pulse. Some narrative of duty.. a neat little obfuscation even. A reflex, perhaps, and pride demanding he keep some secrets close. But he knew better; Mercy had a way of bulldozing through walls with nothing more than a glance.

“She has been.. elsewhere. And I assumed she would remain..” The words withered on his tongue. He didn't need emerald eyes to tell him the truth; his own blood gave him away. A Force signature reclaimed the space around him, and the landscape suddenly improved. Genuine light graced his features. “Unexpected arrivals might become my favorite genre.”

The Sith drifted toward her without thinking, guided by the magnetism of a smirk. Fortunately, studying the waves offered a few much needed seconds to reclaim his composure.

"I don’t know. I’ve been distracted by a suspiciously attractive Togruta approaching from the shoreline.”

Attention skimmed the drinks before climbing back to the familiar blue gaze. Then, more conspiratorial. “Still investigating."

 

[Elian Abrantes]

Guinevere Cavello
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“Why do you drink such things?”

Elian eyes, darted back and forth between her intoxicatingly beautiful smile, and the glass in his hand. "Well, I honestly don't know?" Elian voiced honestly with a smile. It was a purely simple question, yet he found himself unable to answere or formulate a good response in his mind. One of the brightest minds in the Academy, and he was stumped with a question about whiskey......for a moment.

"Well, I guess, its....I mean..." Elian looked from her to the glass once again. "I mean it does have a small burn to it, but to me it tastes good, and uh, makes me feel good." Elian nodded quickly with a smile on his face.

"But you can't have anymore." Elian said as he turned away from her, teasing her all the same. Hiding his glass, while he was sure she wasn't going to ask for anymore. It was still funny. He laughed and turned back to her, shaking his head. "So, what's new with you? How's uh...engaged life?"

 

[Aiden Porte]

Dreidi Xeraic
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"Hard to ignore advice when they swarm you and declare an intervention."

Aiden took a sip, and smiled. "Well, it looks like its working, maybe?"

"Oh, gods no." Aiden shook his head when she mentioned puberty and the like. "Please, I would choose not to think about that, at least for a very long while. My little girl, will remain a little girl forever. She's not growing up." The Jedi Knight teased and laughed. "I mean I know it won't last forever." Aiden shooked his head, smile still on his face, as he glanced over to Lira, briefly.

"But I am glad to see you are settling down with a family, I wasn't sure that I would see that side of you. Lucky partner of yours, and a talented one to capture your heart. I remember there were many chasing after you back in the day."

"Truth be told, I didn't think it was going to happen either, ever. There was a series of mishaps there." Aiden shook his head, as he looked up towards the sky for a few moments. "But, I got lucky, realy lucky. But you will be fine, its good to catch up." The Knight voiced sincerely.

Aiden took a glance around. "This place has its own extravagance, I couldn't help but come to see, curious for myself. Still, Naboo is home, and truly nothing's every going to beat that place." The Jedi Knight glanced around, company and all.

"What can you do?" He looked down to his drink, titled his glass as it swirled around before raising it to his lips.

 

[Guinevere Cavello]

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Gwen watched as he struggled to explain why he bothered to drink the foul liquid. It made him feel good. That made sense to her. At this point in her life she wouldn't mind escaping into something that made her feel good. Not that it would ever be allowed. Taza was probably already losing her mind looking for the lost princess. She knew there was going to be hell to pay for this stolen moment with him.

He took his glass away and she stuck out her tongue at him in a childish way. She was certain if she wanted more he would let her have some, but returning to Taza buzzed might be a horrible idea. Or maybe it would be a great idea because then she'd been too drunk to listen to Taza yell at her.

"So, what's new with you? How's uh...engaged life?"​

Her childish grin flickered on her face, quickly replaced with something softer and more miserable. For one fleeting second she wanted to say it was fine, or it was lovely, and pretend to wear the mask she had to wear for nobility. Elian had never cared about masks before though and he was the one person in the entire galaxy she actually trusted with her secrets. Before she knew it she was telling him the whole awful truth.

"It's awful." Her voice was a whisper and her eyes found the ground, her feet playing in the sand while she spoke. "Lord Atria doesn't really want to marry me. His brother arranged the union but he is determined to escape it. We are trying to find a way out, but I know it won't end well, for me at least."

She went quiet for a second, just watching her feet as she drew hearts in the sand. "I always thought this would be the most romantic time in my life, like all those love stories I've read and watched. It's not though. He doesn't want me and when my parents find out I don't know what they are going to do."

As long as they were dwelling on the dark subjects she figured now was a good time to probe to make sure he was truly alright. "Enough about my silly troubles. How are you Elian? Really? You seem different. Still the same wonderful Elian I know, but I can see pain in your eyes."

Elian Abrantes

 

[Katherine Holt]

Location: Beachside Bar
Objective: Soak in the Sun & Enjoy Some Drinks
Outfit: Link
Tags: Colette​

“Yeah, I know what you mean. I suspect if I hadn’t met Torin when I did, I wouldn’t be far off from that exact same mindset.” If she was being honest with herself, Katherine knew there was nothing to ‘suspect’, she knew it for sure. The third attack on Coruscant would’ve still happened, the guilt still would’ve eaten away at her, and she still would’ve driven herself to a point of making herself unwell.

But Torin had been there to stop her, to pull her back from just spilling over the edge and falling.

“Feeling like you can’t afford to take a day off just for yourself, because what if that one day just happens to be when everything goes to hell?”

Katherine’s words drifted for a moment, as she took a more hearty swig of her drink.

“Hopefully you find someone who won’t ask you to stop, won’t ask to weigh the scales in their direction. But rather help you find a balance, one where duty and responsibility aren’t the only things revolving around you.”

The redhead stared down at her glass, realising it was now barely a sip away from being empty.

“So, got anything else in mind you wanna do before the gala? Or shall we simply continue sitting, talking and drinking?”

 

[Elian Abrantes]

Guinevere Cavello
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Elian's eyes widened just a bit, the sudden revelation that things were not as good as they could've been, or well...should've been. It hit Elian slowly at first, watching her reaction, looking towards the sand.

Drawing hearts, talkinga about how this was supposed to be the most romantice moment of her life. Elian knew they had talked about it briefly before. Long before all of his troubles had started, and he knew she had reseverations then. As it was all laid out now, he felt so bad, sorry for her. He couldn't imagine being in an arranged marriage, as she was going through. Sure, if the two individuals liked each other, but if they didn't.

That's gotta suck.....

He reached for her hand, that was drawing in the sand. "Hey...." Elian showed a small apologetic look. "I'm sorry. That's awful." He let go of her hand and put his arm around her. "It's gonna be okay. These things, have a way of working themselves out." He hoped, as he thought of things he could do to help, but unfortunately their wasn't anything he could do.

He let out a small sigh, giving her a reassuring squeeze with his arm. "I'm still here, if you ever need anything. I'll do what I can, if I can do it." He didn't want to promise something he couldnt' keep. False promises were the worst of things.

"Enough about my silly troubles. How are you Elian? Really? You seem different. Still the same wonderful Elian I know, but I can see pain in your eyes."

"Stop, your troubles aren't silly. They are a lot worse than mine are. I'm doing okay, all things considered. I mean....." He raised his arm, that was replaced. "Things are going to be okay. I'm just trying to, stay afloat. You know?"

Still...

Gods....

He missed his friends....

 

[Kasir Dorran]

Cali Ziiva​

He tracked the trajectory of her pink-knuckled jabs the only way he knew how. But the Sangnir's subconscious screamed for a standard defensive parry, or some open palm redirection used to neutralize a threat. Seizing her wrist would've sufficed too. Fortunately he hadn't given in to any counterattacks; it was a good thing he could actually obey his own voice rather than some laws of a warrior's code.

Boots scuffed the floor once more. Tap tap. "If I don't move, I die?" Kasir blinked, expression a mask of stony concentration. The internal processor clearly hit another snag. "That sounds terribly dramatic, don't you think? Your fists do not possess the mass of tree trunks."

He didn't sway; he pivoted.. robotically. When she commanded him to twist, he followed with an exaggerated lunge, core muscles locking as if bracing for impact. Movement to the left was followed, an arm shooting out in a stiff motion, fingers spread wide. "If your goal was to make me look like some spooked bird, consider it a complete success."

More steps, but this time he didn't worry so much about the perimeter, or others nearby. Normally, he'd never been the type to overthink his movements anyway. The music, or whatever rhythm the Pink One was sync'd with, bled into his own awareness. Kasir's posture softened just a little; shoulders dropped a micron lower.

"There." He shot a sideways glance, dark eyes wide. "My evasion patterns are adapting."

Colorless lips twitched; he snapped them back into a stoic line. "Just keep moving. It's significantly easier to follow you than the music. But Cali? If you tell a soul that I managed to do this," voiced thoughtfully, "I will deny it until the stars go cold. I have quite a long time to keep up that charade, you know." Not that their worlds really overlapped. Their alignments ran in opposite directions.

"If you tell me how long until the chocolate sundaes, I believe I can continue a while longer."