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​

 

[Srina Talon]

OBJECTIVE: More for the Grill
LOCATION: Brosi
STAG: Mercy

Srina didn't startle.

Very little in the galaxy possessed that privilege anymore.

Still, the subtle tension that had settled across slender shoulders eased beneath the familiar weight of her battle-sister's embrace. Her head inclined just enough to accept the barely there kiss and golden eyes lowered to the table as though considering the absurdity of the situation. She could spend hours navigating the complexity of Sith politics, but one simple gesture, from an unlikely source, drew down her guarded posture. "It seems that I am…fearsome."

Even when she wasn't intending to be.

The quiet resignation in her tone trailed off into the faintest hint of dry humor before slipping back to her otherwise impassive voice. Her hand rose to touch Mercy's arm before the larger woman pulled away and her gaze landed on the pile of drinks that were supposed to go with the mountainous platter of meat. Srina had incorrectly assumed this was meant for a group-share. No, no. Even though it was enough to sustain a small battalion, it was really only for the red-head across the table.

"You shouldn't leave your food unattended, Sestra."

Survival warnings first among Sith that very well may want them dead. Mercy ruled with fire and Srina with ice—Not everyone enjoyed either of those things. Some thought the flame incinerated too much while others thought the cold too passive. Still, she looked to Mercy, studying her in silence at the offer of sharing a meal. It wouldn't mean anything to anyone else. The giantess could be explained less with words and more with instinct. Food ranked surprisingly high on the things she guarded. Finally, the slender Empress relented…"I would…Thank you."

Srina reached for one of the smaller cuts rather than one of the choice portions, also on instinct, leaving the best cuts for Mercy to enjoy. Then, as an afterthought, she lifted one of the beer bottles. She generally despised liquor, but she didn't want to be rude. That didn't make her eye it any less nor treat it with anything more than suspicion…But, she took it. That was progress. "I was warned once by an old friend to be careful about accepting food from our hostess…"

The King of Korriban had been amusingly vague. It had reminded her of a story about a whimsical world through a looking glass, with a late rabbit, and a very, very mad hatter.

"They never said why."

The wintry woman lifted her fork and knife to cut small bites of the meat, wishing there was something remotely green on the tray, but anything there seemed to just be some accidentally snatched-up piece of garnish. Not really meant for eating. There was fruit on a nearby table that was arranged on ice in colorful glasses, but she stayed where she was. "You seem to be recovering well…"

"At least your appetite has."

Considering she had been sustained on twenty bowls a day of "medicine" that Srina kept preparing, seeing her in the sun, enjoying herself—it was a welcome change. The pale woman had still not quite forgiven herself or the Iron Covenant for Humbarine. It was time for things to change. She did not like the idea of waiting around to see where they might strike next, to be caught in a moment when she could not give her fullest. To be attacked here…It would be a slaughter.

No matter how many weapons she had waiting in orbit.

 

[Mercy]

MERCY

EMPRESS | WARLORD | STAR-ARM

Location: Brosi | Direct Tags: Srina Talon​

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"It seems that I am…fearsome."

Srina said that right as Mercy was about to sit down in her chair, but instead she paused, looking down at her with a frown.

"Hmm..." Brows furrowed in thought and then. "I don't see it."

Having declared that Mercy finally sat down. The chair had been reinforced, specially for her, but still it creaked and groaned in protest at the sudden weight being placed on it.

Mercy's declaration should not surprise Srina. Even at the start, when they hadn't known each other, the Mountain had not treated her like others. Not with reverence, but not with disregard either. What Srina had first assumed to be blatant disrespect had been something else entirely. It had been Mercy simply treating Srina as a friend, because she had simply decided Srina was hers. Even when Srina hadn't decided that Mercy was her friend yet.

Such was the way with the Mountain however.

Arris Windrun and her had become besties over beating each other to shit. The former had complicated thoughts about her relationship with Mercy, but for her it was relatively simple.

Murder besties.

"Mm, I trust Madrona A’Mia ." She finally said after giving it a moment of thought, then carving a big chunk of meat off. She looked at the small piece that Srina had plucked out herself and then snorted. The big chunk of meat was deposited on the plate in front of Srina unceremoniously. "She would not do me harm, not after I shed my blood for her planet and buried the hatched with her beau."

Primarily the latter.

The fact that she didn't try to rip Darth Strosius ' head off again during their last meeting here said something.

"You seem to be recovering well…"

"At least your appetite has."

"I am more or less recovered, yes." Her face darkened for a moment as her thoughts slipped to the nightmare haze of recovery it had been. Not something Mercy wanted to repeat ever again.

Then her expression brightened once more. Especially once Mercy saw Srina picked up one of the bottles.

"Is it time then, darling? Are we drinking until the moon claims the sky?" The smirk was palpable, she knew that Srina didn't often drink.

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ERASE THE PAST

 

[Kaelen Voss]

OBJECTIVE Relaxation
Tag: Seris Velmora​

Kaelen couldn't help but smile as she doubled down on the compliment.

"Well. thank you:" he said to her,

His eyes followed the motion of her finger tracing along her shoulder.
"They'd probably compliment my scars."

He nodded toward her shoulder before his gaze drifted briefly across the faint scars she'd mentioned.
"It shows you know how to fight and take a hit, I like them" he said, looking at her with his crimson eyes as they spoke

When she admitted she'd like to see where he'd gotten his own, he laughed.

"I can take you there."
Though another thought immediately occurred to him.
"...Assuming the artist doesn't lock the door when he sees me coming."
His grin widened.
"I wasn't exactly the easiest client."

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Kaelen couldn't help but smile again as Seris pointed out that they'd just spent the last few minutes checking each other out.
He rubbed the back of his neck
"I suppose we have." "its been.. Calming."
There wasn't an ounce of embarrassment in his voice as he spoke

His smile softened slightly as she spoke about Malsheem.
Indoctrinated.
Tamed.

Interesting choice of words but not that extreme when it comes to the Sith
He didn't pry. Everyone had a past but there was definitely more to this story he would like to learn about.

When she joked about transferring to Jutrand just for the tattoos, Kaelen laughed again.
"After your fifth lecture on logistics and supply chains, getting stabbed starts sounding like the more enjoyable option. It would be fun to see the differences between the Sith factions."
Then came her question.

"What do you actually do for fun?"
Kaelen was quiet for a few seconds.

"...That's actually a harder question than I expected."
"Don't laugh..."

"I actually like cooking."
a beat later,
"The Academy food is good of course for someone of my rank,"
"But i don't know, It's fun making something yourself sometimes."