Junction The Brosi Bash | TSC & TSO Junction of Empty Hex and Ord Providence

[Kaelen Voss]

OBJECTIVE Relaxation
Tag: Seris Velmora
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Kaelen couldn't help but let out another laugh as she spoke.
There was something strangely refreshing about how direct she was. No hidden meanings, no political dance like he was used to.
Just honesty.

"They're hot." she said
He wasn't used to people seeing them so that wasn't something he heard every day.

"I'll take that as a compliment." He smirked, as he layed in the chair,
When she asked whether she'd look good with them. He actually took a second to think about it.
"Hm..."
"You would,"
His crimson eyes followed her gaze as she looked at herself, eventually his eyes began tracing along one of her arms and to the rest of her before returning to her face. "Something that follows your shoulders... maybe down an arm and down to the rest of you, ill have to show you where i got all mine done."

When she said she'd join him in the pool later, the corner of his mouth lifted again.
"I'll hold you to that. it does look nice in there."

The conversation drifted just as easily as the breeze coming off the water.
Kaelen laughed softly. when she said how Kaelen might get bored
"I somehow doubt that."
His crimson eyes met hers for a moment.
"You've kept me entertained so far."

His brow raised slightly when she mentioned Malsheem.
"Never heard of it"
Truthfully, there were a lot of places Kaelen hadn't been. Jutrand Academy had a way of keeping students occupied nearly every hour of every day.
"Whats it like there."

Her next question earned another quiet chuckle.

"Oh, they don't really just hand them out honestly"
He shook his head.
"But its not like there are any rules against it."
He moved his finger slightly against the crimson markings on his chest

"I got these during breaks. Piece by piece."
"Whenever I'd get approved leave or had enough credits saved, I'd find an artist somewhere willing to put up with getting choked if they made any mistakes with them"
he said with a laugh.

"Anyways Somehow I doubt Malsheem as peaceful as this."

 

[Mercy]

MERCY

EMPRESS | WARLORD | STAR-ARM

Location: Brosi | Direct Tags: Srina Talon​

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The last time they had been on Brosi had been a remarkably different sort of pace. A war, bloody battle followed by a brilliant party at the fire. Now they were here and things were actually peaceful. No radiation to speak of. No burning wastelands. It was actually rather beautiful and Babygirl had taken a liking to this new Brosi.

Even as Mercy went to fetch herself a pile of beers, the dragon had flown off, to circle around the misty mountains and hunt some prey. Maybe later on Mercy would join her.

It was a surprise to Mercy when she walked back and realized someone had taken her table. The large woman paused there, tilting her head a fraction and then smiled in amusement. Somehow the two of them found themselves together even with no war in sight. She had felt the presence of her sestra, of course. Blood called to blood. But she had assumed that Srina would be first to sign up for the hunt, rather than spend her time here. Her own instinct had gone towards the hunt as well.

The fight, the bloodlust... the hunger, but Mercy was trying to do better now.

Her conversation with Arris Windrun had shifted around her priorities... somewhat. She was the Face of the Covenant, its Empress and Lord, that came with responsibilities.

It was time to stop fighting that.

"…Can you—"

But they were already gone, fleeing from intensity that had no end. Srina settled back in the chair and set the empty plate on the table with a blank stare. What had she done wrong?

Her frown deepened.

Suddenly large thick arms wrapped around her from behind.

"Poor thing, they didn't even finish listening to you." Mercy murmured softly in Srina's ear, kissing her under it and giving a squeeze. Only then letting go and placing the platter of beers on the table next to the huge platter of meat. In truth Srina should have guessed that this table belonged to her sestra, who else would command such a platter of meat?

"Would you like to share the plate with me?"

This in itself was a great gesture.

Mercy did not share her food lightly.

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ERASE THE PAST

 

[Seris Velmora]

Tag: OPEN | Kaelen Voss

Seris' grin broadened the instant Kaelen accepted her observation as a compliment. She nodded vigorously. "It was." There wasn't a trace of teasing or embarrassment behind it. To Seris, calling someone hot ranked among the better compliments a person could receive. She saw no reason to disguise it behind flowery language.

His thoughtful hum caught her slightly off guard. She had expected an immediate answer. Instead, he actually considered it. Her own crimson eyes drifted down over herself while he seemed to do much the same. Seris wasn't particularly self-conscious, but she did find it amusing that he appeared to be evaluating the question with genuine seriousness. She looked back up just as his gaze returned to her face.

The suggestion earned a thoughtful tilt of her head. "Maybe." She traced a finger idly along one shoulder. "They'd probably compliment my scars."

Her eyes wandered back over him without the slightest effort to hide it. This time they lingered almost entirely on the crimson artwork decorating his body. "I'd like to see where you got yours." Another approving nod. "They turned out really well."

When he promised to hold her to joining him in the pool, Seris answered without hesitation. "Oh, we're definitely getting in." She pointed toward the glittering infinity pool. "It would be criminal to come all the way here and not." Whether that happened in ten minutes or an hour remained to be seen, but in Seris' mind the decision had already been made.

His confidence that she wouldn't bore him earned another bright laugh. "It's only been a minute." She spread her hands as though presenting the obvious. "So far we've mostly just been checking out each other's bodies." She said it with such complete matter-of-fact sincerity that it scarcely sounded flirtatious, despite very much being so. "We've barely started talking."

At the mention of Malsheem, Seris shrugged lightly. "It's the home of the Kainate." There wasn't much pride in the statement. "I wouldn't exactly call it nice." Her smile softened into something more reflective. "I was only there long enough to be indoctrinated before they sent me out into the galaxy to be..." She paused, searching for the right word before giving a little shrug. "...tamed, I guess."

The moment passed as quickly as it had arrived. When Kaelen explained how he'd collected the tattoos piece by piece during breaks from the academy, Seris laughed. "That's a shame." She shook her head dramatically.

"If they just handed them out, I might transfer from Coruscant Academy to Jutrand." A playful grin accompanied the declaration. "I'd have to compare curriculums."

She listened with obvious interest as he described intimidating tattoo artists into doing careful work, finding the image more amusing than concerning. Then came his final remark. Somehow I doubt Malsheem was as peaceful as this. Seris burst into the loudest laughter of their conversation. The sound carried easily over the nearby music before she managed to settle herself enough to answer.

"Peaceful?" She wiped an imaginary tear from one eye. "I can't remember the last time I experienced peace." She looked out over the idyllic jungle valley, taking in the shimmering pool, the swaying palms, the music, the laughter of Sith actually relaxing together. A content smile crossed her lips. "...Maybe that's why I'm enjoying today so much."

After a brief pause, she looked back at Kaelen with the same carefree expression she'd worn since walking over. "So." She rested an elbow on the armrest and leaned toward him just a little. "Besides collecting tattoos and threatening artists...

“What do you actually do for fun?"

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[Kivah]

Kivah snorted in wry amusement, pushing herself more out of the water so it ran in rivulets down her short fur. She placed an arm out along the wall, her back to it again as she looked out at the pool and the people in it. A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "No, I'm not one to care for politics. I'd much rather everyone were more upfront and I hate being tied down."

His admission to getting irritated easily slid off her too. They all had, a mixture of embracing inflammatory emotions connected to their Force powers and all the kids going through growth with little maturity. Kivah has certainly started and ended more than her fair share of fights, she'd also used her age and size to intimidate and bully her way through. Not many apprentices were willing to fight someone twice their size and more than willing to fling them into a wall or break a table across their head. Still, it was a shame that none of them had really kept in touch.

"So, what's the Covenant like? Why'd you go over?" She was curious what made them different. It wasn't like they put out flyers. And Kivah thought there must have been something pretty big to make Varin head over to the other side. Either that or there were no practical differences other than the flag and who stood under it.

Varin Mortifer​