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[Lysander von Ascania]

Naniti​

The Narcolethe did more than just hit him; it was more like being ambushed. Another wave rolled through his chest, and somehow, hotter than the first. His tongue went numb, fingertips sparked with sensation, and even the bridge of his nose buzzed strangely. Anywhere but this club, such symptoms would have probably sent him scrambling for medical attention. Something close to a laugh and cough escaped him.

Lysander’s eyelids shuttered closed then open.. a humble effort to keep Naniti from multiplying into twins.

Then a glass tapped his chest, and her words threaded through the haze again. The next time he looked at the Togruta, his brain felt too fuzzy to arrange his face into something clever. His eyebrows just did whatever they wanted, mouth hanging slightly open, the club lights catching the black pools of his eyes.

Out of pure reflex, fingers twitched toward the curved hilt within the folds of his jacket before that thought fizzled entirely, discovering the back of her hand instead. Some invisible force drew him forward before conscious thought could intervene. Miscalculating the proximity, his nose bumped against Naniti’s cheek. “Just.. stay with me a moment.”

He eased back just a little, enough to draw a fresh breath. The dance floor was close, more a rise of bodies than some distinct area. Something they could step into at any time.

The next laugh was helpless. “Alright.. I think I just leveled up.” Lysander glanced toward the crowds, then back to her face. “.. this is a little like Jurand. When you’re near, I can do anything.”

“Shall we?”

 

[Tatiana Sah]

Tatiana nodded. All individuals were unique. Well, mostly. Far more than one would describe of her people, anyway. It would be intriguing to meet such people. The same was true with Dark Side users in general -- namely the Sith. The Jedi? She had a lot of opportunity to converse with different individuals when it came to the Light Side, so Tatiana wasn't worried.

Iandre at first declined, but then mulled over the possibilities. Wide-eyed, the blonde listened closely to the other woman's inquiry.

"I am not entirely sure I understand your question, Iandre," she admitted without hesitation. "My people share an understanding that transcends vast regions of space, and an unwavering sense of purpose. Consensus must be reached on new issues, but can require more time than an ideal solution would permit. This might be similar to what you mentioned?"

"If forced to pick a single option before Consensus is reach then many factors are identified and the best option available is chosen. It is a very regimented process unlike that of galactic politics where the criteria can at times change and favoritism is a factor."

Her blue eyes took stock of their surroundings before they turned back to Iandre. "There are many differences between our societies. Not so many we cannot coexist, but there are understandings neither would ever be able to adopt from the other. The challenge of 'balance' is an inherent one to a system that favors freedom, individuality, and diversity."

Iandre Athlea

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Quinn Varanin Mercy Srina Talon
Location: Coruscant Level 1313 Club Cadaver
The Fit

Reina took a small step forward, as Mercy wrapped her hand around Quinn's wrist. Was there much she would be able to do if the Warlord actually tried something? Of course not. That didn't mean she would stand by and watch. The redhead had sworn her blade to Quinn and therefore would never stand by if the Echani was in danger. Though it seemed like she wasn't far too necessary, as the Siren took a step back instead once things seemed to have calmed down ever so slightly.

The comment about "sparring partner" coming from Srina confused her for a moment. If Srina was one to take things literally, Reina was likely to take things far too literal. It was like when someone would offer her desert, she was far more more likely to believe it was actual some form of cake or pudding as opposed to anything else. And thus, it was the same with sparring partner. Reina's mind just went to thoughts of Mercy and Quinn fighting each other, tilting her head almost in thought as she wondered how the fight would go. Physical strength would clearly go into Mercy's favour but the Force...

She was snapped out of her thoughts however, as Srina's gaze switched over to her, the redhead immediately adjusting her posture ever so slightly. She wanted to be at her best at all times, even if it didn't feel quite good enough. A small grimace came over her face as she was referred to as "little one". It didn't seem as if Srina was calling her that out of a place of malice. If anything, it would have made sense for an Echani to not understand the tone or words behind Reina's reaction. That was neither here nor there as she gave a short nod towards Srina.

"I will clear my schedule with my Master. It'll be my second time visiting the couple."

The first time had been for when Quinn had risen to join the Dark Council. It felt like an age ago, and part of Reina felt as if she had lost her confidence since then. She had still seen herself as a Jedi back then, but now? Now Reina didn't quite know who or what she was anymore. Sith? As much as she was being trained by some, she didn't quite feel like she fit that bill either.

Before she could say more, Quinn was pulling Reina off away from the group. She could feel that something was wrong, but Reina couldn't quite figure it out. Her own emotions were a struggle. All she knew was that it was something to do with that situation...That the smile didn't seem to be real. And that Quinn wanted to get away from her. The dancing could wait for another night as she kept a tight hold on Quinn's hand, taking her away from the club. Reina knew a few places to rent a room for the night, from her own time on Coruscant in the past...She just only hoped they were still around.

"I'll make you feel as good as you deserve Tárinya"

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[Iandre Athlea]

Iandre listened without interruption, her attention steady as Tatiana spoke, allowing the explanation to settle fully before responding. When she did, her tone was calm, thoughtful, and measured.

"I understand you," she said quietly, her gaze steady. "And in some ways, it is similar but only at the surface."

She shifted slightly, hands folding loosely before her.

"Consensus, as you describe it, seeks alignment through shared purpose, while what I was describing lacks that certainty. There is no guarantee of alignment, only individuals moving toward something they each define differently, even when they believe they are working toward the same goal."

Her eyes remained on Tatiana, thoughtful but composed.

"Balance, in that kind of system, is not achieved through agreement, but maintained through tension. Freedom allows for growth, but it also invites contradiction, and individuality creates strength while resisting cohesion."

A faint, almost reflective breath followed.

"Your people resolve that tension before action. Ours rarely can."

The slightest softening touched her expression.

"So we adapt…not always well, but enough to endure."

Tatiana Sah

 

[Mercy]

Tags: Srina Talon | Quinn Varanin | Reina Daival

In truth Mercy did not understand, could not understand, what passed between mother and daughter.

Neither could she feel the hurt from Quinn when she stepped between them. Disallowing one to leave with the other. The Sith Lord thought she was performing an act of friendship- why ruin Quinn's date when Mercy could play the role of caretaker for her sister herself? Much better than anyone else could, after all, it was her responsibility.

And she was no mentalist.

So any concern in Quinn's mind was hiding from her on top of it all.

"Mercy… she's still my mother…"

"Indeed... and that is why I will take good care of her. You have my word." Mercy drawled with that smile, lazy and too charming by half. But perhaps now it would be infuriating, rather than charming.

How could the mountain smile, when she was being so cruel, after all.

Only then did Mercy's attention shift back to Srina. It seemed that Arris Windrun had other worries on her head and Mercy decided she'd address her rudeness another time. She'd never admit it, but it was worry infecting her mind. Seeing the Empress sway, seeing the opaqueness in her eyes, all her responsibility.

"You seem to take joy from being aggressive with me, dear sister." Mercy finally said as her arm settled around Srina's shoulders. Together watching as Quinn and Reina took their leave.

A bit of mirth in her own eyes at that. Good for her.

"Do you believe it was proportionate?" Gently guiding her away from the bar, certainly not the Empress' scene. "It was an accident after all."

Then her eyebrows lofted up.

"Or is it merely that there is no one else in your life that you can strike without worry... knowing there is nothing I won't survive... allowing you to quench the blood thirst soaked deep in your veins?" That last part whispered in Srina's ear as the cold bite of air hit them as they left the bar behind.