Architect of flesh
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Quinn Varanin
For most people- Or well even most families in the galaxy, it wasn't often you got told that you actually have an aunt you have never met. Along with being told no doubt that she was not only part of the more eccentric part of the family, but perhaps one of the most strange of that already strange bunch. The house of Lutris, while far reaching in the power and wealth they held... Only ever mostly kept to themselves. The voice of the house and by far the one who socialized the most was
Drazen Lutris
while the others prefered the isolation of their labs.
One such a lab right under the robust and decedent Lutris manor would be the little hiding place of one Vakhari Lutris, the ever-so strange girl that had been making some waves with her creations as of late. Be they alchemical beasts, reliable yet quirky weapons, or her creation of a cure for the Imperial invasion of Brosi.
This place served as a womb of creation, a temple of thought. And today would be the day that it received a visitor, one of more note compared to the typical patients that came in to see the good doctor.
The entrance and waiting room seemed... Extremely clean for someone considered an eccentric woman of science, no strange smells, dangling tesla coils, nor anything really that went with the more common narrative given to the young Lutris.
If anything this place was uncomfortably sterile, to the point that you would be shocked to know people came in here often to see the doctor.
A droid was at the front desk, with its only care being that visitors followed the specific etiquette and arrived on time. Quinn wasn't entered as having an appointment, being offered a pad so she could type out and book an appointment... Thankfully for the princess however, Vakhari herself took control of the droid to speak through it.
"O-Oh! You have arrived so soon? Come on in! I got fresh coffee!"
The armored door to the lab hisses open, with several floating droids ready to escort Quinn to the correct room. The rather unwelcoming levels of cleanliness got worse now that she was inside the lab, everything was organized and polished to the point of unhealthy obsession. The air was far beyond the more musty and polluted filth outside, here it was perhaps the purist in the galaxy.
As Quinn was escorted by the little bots, some would follow behind her in both the air and ground- They- Well it seemed they cleaned the path she had walked?
Going through the sterile white halls, she would finally be at a room designated for eating. Getting to witness as a short girl garbed in white robes stumbled around the room, she seemed to be balancing several jars filled with... Something.
"Oh hells! Hello!"
She goes to wave, almost dropping her jars before catching them with the force, setting them aside she clears her throat.
"Hi- Hello! Quinn, right?"
For all the gossip about her ability, the strange doctor didn't seem very threatening at all. Petite, soft looking... Kinda squeaky in a way. And her signature in the force itself? Weak, it felt like what you would feel from some fresh acolyte.
"Not often I get this kind of visitor, mostly I get patients that come in... Or people wanting to learn under my wing. Which does remind me, one of my students,
Jorryn Fordyce
came in not too long ago. Very instant that I teach her, quite the character indeed."
She begins to dig around inside a fridge, taking out some leftovers made by
Valaine Valentine
since Vakhari herself couldn't cook worth a damn... Lucky indeed that her lover was a great cook. As for what the food is? She couldn't remember, but it sure tastes good.
Setting down two plates the girl would then take a seat, fresh coffee and good tasting food waited for Quinn.
"So, what brings you to my little slice of the world?"
Vakhari made no attempts to assert herself, if anything she was far more welcoming compared to the more typical meetings in the Order... Was this girl really even a Sith? Her attire wasn't that you would normally see, her demeanor was all too chipper. She was, if anything- Atypical.
Quinn Varanin
For most people- Or well even most families in the galaxy, it wasn't often you got told that you actually have an aunt you have never met. Along with being told no doubt that she was not only part of the more eccentric part of the family, but perhaps one of the most strange of that already strange bunch. The house of Lutris, while far reaching in the power and wealth they held... Only ever mostly kept to themselves. The voice of the house and by far the one who socialized the most was
Drazen Lutris
while the others prefered the isolation of their labs.One such a lab right under the robust and decedent Lutris manor would be the little hiding place of one Vakhari Lutris, the ever-so strange girl that had been making some waves with her creations as of late. Be they alchemical beasts, reliable yet quirky weapons, or her creation of a cure for the Imperial invasion of Brosi.
This place served as a womb of creation, a temple of thought. And today would be the day that it received a visitor, one of more note compared to the typical patients that came in to see the good doctor.
The entrance and waiting room seemed... Extremely clean for someone considered an eccentric woman of science, no strange smells, dangling tesla coils, nor anything really that went with the more common narrative given to the young Lutris.
If anything this place was uncomfortably sterile, to the point that you would be shocked to know people came in here often to see the doctor.
A droid was at the front desk, with its only care being that visitors followed the specific etiquette and arrived on time. Quinn wasn't entered as having an appointment, being offered a pad so she could type out and book an appointment... Thankfully for the princess however, Vakhari herself took control of the droid to speak through it.
"O-Oh! You have arrived so soon? Come on in! I got fresh coffee!"
The armored door to the lab hisses open, with several floating droids ready to escort Quinn to the correct room. The rather unwelcoming levels of cleanliness got worse now that she was inside the lab, everything was organized and polished to the point of unhealthy obsession. The air was far beyond the more musty and polluted filth outside, here it was perhaps the purist in the galaxy.
As Quinn was escorted by the little bots, some would follow behind her in both the air and ground- They- Well it seemed they cleaned the path she had walked?
Going through the sterile white halls, she would finally be at a room designated for eating. Getting to witness as a short girl garbed in white robes stumbled around the room, she seemed to be balancing several jars filled with... Something.
"Oh hells! Hello!"
She goes to wave, almost dropping her jars before catching them with the force, setting them aside she clears her throat.
"Hi- Hello! Quinn, right?"
For all the gossip about her ability, the strange doctor didn't seem very threatening at all. Petite, soft looking... Kinda squeaky in a way. And her signature in the force itself? Weak, it felt like what you would feel from some fresh acolyte.
"Not often I get this kind of visitor, mostly I get patients that come in... Or people wanting to learn under my wing. Which does remind me, one of my students,
Jorryn Fordyce
came in not too long ago. Very instant that I teach her, quite the character indeed."She begins to dig around inside a fridge, taking out some leftovers made by
Valaine Valentine
since Vakhari herself couldn't cook worth a damn... Lucky indeed that her lover was a great cook. As for what the food is? She couldn't remember, but it sure tastes good.Setting down two plates the girl would then take a seat, fresh coffee and good tasting food waited for Quinn.
"So, what brings you to my little slice of the world?"
Vakhari made no attempts to assert herself, if anything she was far more welcoming compared to the more typical meetings in the Order... Was this girl really even a Sith? Her attire wasn't that you would normally see, her demeanor was all too chipper. She was, if anything- Atypical.