Public [Zinder Event] Lothal's Springtime Festival

[Saul Whesai]

Saul was left with his mouth wide open as he tried to think of something to say, but his mouth and mind weren't up to snuff tonight. Or by the way that girl looked at him, the rest of his body wasn't either. As the Zeltron came over and put her hand on his shoulder, the Android wondered by her tone of voice if she was having fun kicking him while he was down, or if she was like this always. Either way, he wasn't in the mood to try to have a conversation with anyone as he muttered out loud, more to himself than the woman behind him. "I guess I shouldn't have bothered trying..." Shrugging off the female Zeltron's shoulder, he looked more tired than sad as he started on his way back to the spaceport. At least there in his hotel room, he could experience his dark thoughts in private without having to hear and see the happy sights of this place, not meant for creatures like him to experience.

Suri Loré

 

[Nos Voros]

Outfit: Clothing/Armor
Undercover Kit:

Spoiler: Undercover Deployment

* Legion Combat Engineer Multi-Tool

• 4 X Combat/Utility Knife-Model 01
• Cortosis Vibroblade
• Legion Combat Pistol Mark I with Whisper-class Suppressor Series
• Legion Crew Personal Protection Weapon Mark I
• 1 X Modular Hand Grenade-Model 01
• 1 X Anti-Armor Grenade-Model 01
• Bastion-class Load Bearing/Combat Vest (protective vest only)
• 2x blaster cartridges
• 1x stun grenades
• Ascension Pistol
• Fusion Lantern
• Datapad
• Garrote
• 3x stimpacks

"That is not an easy matter to explain," Iria lamented. "I suppose all I can really state is that many worlds in the Outer Rim are far more feudal than your core. I have a matter which pertains to my bloodline that I must settle."

"Hmm" a simple grunt and nod to acknowledge her explanation. The unsaid difficulties of feudal succession situation well implied the need for training.

And not necessarily always formal, one-on-one duels. Assassins were a possibility even in the most honorbound cultures, he would do her no favors by fighting fair.

She lunged and Nos dipped, bobbing his head under the way a boxer might weave past a jab - albeit using the blade under one hand to assist in guiding the thrusted sword overhead, or a drawback cut.

His own "punch" more of a hook with a sharp edge, met the bucker of hers -deflected.

Speed was the tactic, a bladed boxer against a buckler & sword, testing her reaction and alacrity in addition to her adaptability to an unconventional assailant.

Iria​

 

[Braze]

It's calm, for a festival. Almost relaxing.

Tags: Nolan Knightfall

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The wind shifted and Specter moved with it, silent and as pale as mist, barely a sound beneath his paws as he padded through tall swaying grasses. He wasn't drawn to the games or the crowd. But something had caught his attention.

The man sitting by the teahouse.

He smelled of blood, tea... and more importantly he had snacks. Still healing, still watching everything behind calm eyes. Specter slowed, ears twitching, head slightly tilted as he studied him from a distance.

Specter sat, his white tail curling neatly around his feet, eyes locked on the man's. He didn't approach.

Not yet.

The Lothwolf shifted low, silent as breath, circling around the edge of the crowd. A few well-timed steps, a pause behind a bench, a tilt of the head, and then he was closer. Close enough to smell the dried fruit and baked grain tucked in that little cloth bag.

One paw, then another. A gentle nudge with his nose. A practiced tug. And just like that, a single snack was gone! Lifted from the bag with a thief's grace.

Specter backed away a few paces, tail flicking once, the treat between his teeth. He didn't run.... he sat there and gobble dup the treat.

He looked the man dead in the eye.

Then crunched. Loudly.

Like he meant it.