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[Scherezade deWinter]

[member="Elias Logain"] | [member="Vytal Noctura"]​

Dragonflower Nebula. Scherezade grumped as she walked off the ramp of her ship, the Giggledust, leaving her Loth Wolf on it. Her legs knew where to take her, to the location she and the other two had chosen in advance for their meeting. Still in Confederate space, yet far enough from where the Confederates were usually at. She'd checked the data files earlier, wanting to see what the volume of missions and expeditions there were, and found it surprisingly almost nonexistent. It made what they wanted, of course, perfect.

Looking back at her ship only once during her walk, the Blood Hound sighed. It was a year ago that she had cast that terrible Blood spell that had gone so entirely wrong. The blood writings were still on the walls of the ship, covering the insides. She had covered them with pale pink sheets so she could pretend they were not there, yet she could feel their power pulsing and growing. And she had no clue what it meant. Yet despite everything that had happened, Scherezade had not yet been able to bring herself to get the blood, and with it all that it carried, removed. She made a mental note to get some Force dampers so it would at least stick out less like a Darkside Force Thumb in the great big web, and then turned back to resume her hike.

But right. They had said they would meet here. Agreements had been made, coordinates had been sent for them all. Three people – Scherezade herself, Vytal Nocturna who was a Dathomiri Witch, and Elias Logain, who had a new take on using either the Force or Witchcraft (Scherezade wasn't sure which) – had met each other completely by accident on Haruund Kaal not too long ago. Both women had been almost taken by the planet's curse, to which the man seemed to be resistant to. It had taken all three of them to work on removing it, and they were led by the man, something that Scherezade in hindsight had considered horribly funny seeing as Vytal was a Dathomiri. Scherezade had used her own abilities, and as had Vytal.

Aside for saving that planet, the three had all piqued the interest of each other, in each other. So what better way was there to satisfy that thirst, other than to meet again? The location they had spoken of was not one a ship, not even a small one, could land safely next to. That had required the further away docking and the walk. But three such points were offered – one for each of them, to walk more or less the same amount of steps. The whole equality thing was… Odd.

And what more, the closer Scherezade was getting to the meeting point, a small clearing with a stream, not unlike the one they had met at, though with much better weather and this time without a curse, the more she thought she could sense the other two as well. Could she? Or perhaps, was she just imagining it?

Maybe, just maybe, it would be best to let them know. Grinning, the Sithling peacocked her presence through the Force. Unless one of them had chosen to Force Die just moments prior, and if they really were there, they would sense her with ease.

 

[Vytal Noctura]

Vytal's fingers flexed at her side as she strode through the bright forest of the world set as their meeting place. With no expectation for combat, the Nightsister moved through the natural setting dressed in the black, modern attire of the Stars. It was cut to her body with sections above her breasts and along her sides excised of the leathery material. A gold circuit or rune-like pattern adorned both her thigh-high boots and forearms, with a cloak that waved gently in the Sister's passing. It was far from traditional, but Vytal had taken to the fashion since leaving home. She would not have the ignorant viewing her as some barbarian Witch that knew nothing of their kind. She'd learned, and learned quickly. They could underestimate the Nightsister at their own peril.

When Scherezade's display swept among the trees, Vytal's hand lifted before her as she strode forth. With a gesture the green mists of Dathomir surrounded their Mistress and then billowed out into the wilds. Avian creatures cried out, startled by the mists as a sickly glow could be seen for some distance and over the high canopy. If it was a gentle way of greeting one another from afar, Vytal was content to respond in kind.

Next would be the man -- Elias -- though she wondered if he would bother. Capable he might be, his methods were still unclear. A matter Vytal would see corrected in the near future. Much as she still did not approve of men dabbling in the business of women, they were Offworlders and some Mothers had indulged the curiosities of Sith men. Sometimes to their later regret from whispers Sisters told each other in secret. Perhaps -- just perhaps -- the Nightsister was too harsh on Elias. Though that hardly seemed possible considering they had only just met. And one of the first things he'd done was ask to invade her mind -- with cause, but the act was not only personal, but extraordinarily fraught with risk. It would not be difficult to make Vytal regret even conceding in the way she had. Fortunately, Elias had not so far as she could tell, and so they would meet here on... amicable terms.

Both man and woman met here were of interest. They were capable of using powers of the Force or Mystic in nature. Such people could be worthwhile allies to the Mandragora. Perhaps... friends. Though it was still a bit early to make that decision. Unlike Humans she did not bestow that honor to everyone she met. Such a crude language this Basic. Would today set the stage for friendship? It would be enough if they agreed to work together in unraveling the mysteries of the expansive worlds around them. Enough, but it was difficult to say whether it would be everything she sought.

For now, she would close on where the three of them would meet. A fitting number, and a fitting meeting ground. If they tried, Vytal was certain the three of them could conjure all manner of magick from this sanctuary.

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[Zef Halo]

He was just a bit late.

Elias strolled through thick and high grass that reached the height of his waist. It had an interesting color scheme of both purple and gold turning the fields of grass that nearly reached the peak of the hill where their meeting was into a flag of royalty and aristocracy. His eyes followed the meadow of purple and gold up to the peak. A familiar presence twitched across his mind - Scherezade deWinter. Not long after a gruesome wave of green swept across the royal purple and gold meadows sickening the moment's prior pompous and arrogant straws of grass. To his rich imagination, it looked like a tale of a monarchy which reached for more power that they could handle.

Power was an illness. Elias had witnessed it ruin those who greedily drank from it bottoms up.

His trek up to the meeting point wasn't any much longer. After the meadows, he hiked up rather quickly through a forest until he reached the top of the hill where in a clearing between the sturdy trees stood Vytal and Scherezade and a stream not very different from the one he had first met deWinter at, not long ago either.

Elias nodded a greeting at the two women.

"Hopefully, we will not be purging a planet-wide curse this time." a brief smirk flashed across his usually expressionless face.

[member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Vytal Noctura"]​

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

[member="Elias Logain"] | [member="Vytal Noctura"]​

Scherezade laughed as she beheld the green mists and heard the screams of the birds. The Dathomiri was there indeed, and she had not imagined her presence there. The man, Elias, was there as well. While she had seen the Dathomiri on a few more occasions, courtesy of them both being part of the Confederacy, she had not come across the man elsewhere, and now the three would be meeting again all together for the first time since their little adventure on Haarun Kal.

Once the three hit the clearing, more or less around the same time as each other, Elias was the first to greet. Scheherazade gave them both a playful grin and nodded.

"When shall we three meet again, in lightning, thunder, or in rain," she mumbled before chuckling, hoping it was obvious that she wasn't really asking any of them that. It was just a quote from… Damn, she couldn't even remember where it was originally from.

Taking a seat in the middle of the clearing, she figured it would be best to get comfortable.

"I really suck at the small-talk thing," she admitted as she took out a few self-popping bags of Whimsy Popcorn, opened them, and set them in the middle for all to enjoy. "So what was that scroll thing? How do you use the Force with it? Why is it so different from anything else I've ever seen or heard about?" she pointed her questions directly at Elias before popping a handful of kernels into her mouth.

 

[Vytal Noctura]

Vytal looked over at Elias for a moment before issuing a sigh and crossing her arms. "I try not to think about it." The Nightsister cast her eyes away from the pair for a moment. She believed wholeheartedly in the power wielded by Dathomiri women, and not one bit of uncertainty that it was of the 'Dark Side' of this Force. Unlike the Sith, however, her people still possessed hearts. What had driven the women to lay a curse upon their planet of such potency resonated uncomfortably with Vytal and thinking about it made it more difficult to forget. "Sometimes I wonder if in a thousand years their world would become like Dathomir."

Scherezade decided to chime in with the usual cavalier manner. Vytal sighed once more, but with the abbreviated release of tension built by troubled thoughts. "Not the popcorn again." The pale woman eased herself onto the ground and looked over at the green eyed creature. Though it seemed the deWinter woman sought answered about the very thing Elias had brought up. Well, Vytal couldn't disagree, though leaving the planet behind would have been better.

"It was not of the Book of Law," the Nightsister agreed. Obviously it hadn't been of the Book of Shadow either; who would put a spell antithetical to its practitioners in their cherished book? Why he thought Sceherezade and herself would have been unduly affected by it as well was of interest too.

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