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Renfry knew nothing about these kinds of parties, but there were drinks, so that was enough to keep her occupied. She grabbed a glass from a passing waiter droid, quickly beginning to drink without any sort of hesitation. Why not, this was a party, after all.

She looked over at Emryc as he came in, wearing the armor they'd found on Korriban. It was not nearly as big a shock to her as the rest, but still, it suited him. However, he was otherwise occupied, so she opted to move around and make some new acquaintances.

She made her way over to where Malicia and another man were standing. The list of people that Renfry knew here were few, but she had noted the Eternal's gaze on the man, so she guessed he had participated in the defense of Sullust.

Malicia, good to see you again, she said, smiling and then glancing to the man.

I don't think we've met before. I'm Renfry, she said, flashing him a smile as well. @Dread @Darasuum
 
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Elina spoke but her words seemed to bounce off of Lyra. Well, it seemed the conversation had been an excuse to drink after all. The Eternal then spoke, demanding the attention of the room as he congratulated those who battled at Ajan Kloss and convened with the night should end in partying. She could get behind that, she hadn't even been there for the battle but she wouldn't turn down free food and drinks. The girl in the dress finally greeted her but realized Lyra's attention was completely in the Eternal's direction.

When Elina followed her line of sight, she realized it wasn't the Eternal but the armored one and was almost completely transfixed. She arched her eyebrow slightly at her but finally, Lyra tapped her glass against hers to at least commence the idea they were celebrating together. A newcomer approached after and his scent was picked up by her instantly. She turned and found another one of her kind, @Morgan Ali, as he offered her the customary greeting of their species. She gave the same greeting back but he disappeared into the crowd. It was comforting to her at least that they were more of her kind and she wasn't alone.

When she turned back to stare up at the Eternal and armored one, she found Emryc's gaze locked with hers for the briefest of moments. As she fully put her attention on him, she could sense it, the Darkside that coursed through his veins and pulsed from him. It was almost palpable and the armor only seemed to accentuate it further. An indiscernible feeling crawled down Elina's spine as she didn't know whether the gaze meant he had a lethal curiosity about her or something else entirely.

She caught when Lyra had tried to offer the drink and after her sip, Elina would simply take it out of her hand and down her glass as well after the look she had received. When the girl asked about Ajan Kloss, she simply shook her head with a chuckle. "Gods, no. I was lining my pocket with credits." Even as a Sith, she enjoyed the thrill of a hunt and constantly took on bounty-hunter work to sate her pleasures.

Lyra's comment played through her mind about how the armored one stuck out of the most from everyone in the room. Elina turned to her with a full smile, her fangs showing once more. "Well princess, I hope you're not wearing this dress for no reason. We're supposed to be the ones to stand out right?" Without asking for permission, she slipped her hand into Lyra's and pulled her to the center of the room. She faced her the entire time and would use her elbows and shoulders to slither past people. When Elina stepped into the light, her skin shined a slight gold that matched her eyes. Once the lights touched her head as well, it made her hair appear like an actual flame as it reflected and moved with it, making her practically a beacon.

Elina moved slowly to the beat, allowing it to be the judge of her graceful movements as she easily grooved with it. She would spin Lyra around and back again to face her as she gave her a grin. "Enjoy yourself, that's all who you should be worrying about right now."

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Wiley reached for his drink only to have it disappear thanks to none-other than the opportunistic Darth Malicia. The Marauder wasn't one who cared much for putting stock in a person's prowess based on title alone. Most people didn't live up to them but as Wiley's mouth opened in protest, he closed it again, feeling that was not the case here.

The pilot had nothing to add to the toast by Emryc but instead looked after the bottle of wine. The hand that had raised to grab the denied drink opened a bit more to face the mostly stationary full bottle more directly. The large bottle used to pour the first glass, dragged across the table it sat on briefly before quickly coming into Wiley's hand. Checking the label with a glance like it mattered, Wiley would smile.

It would be an unfamiliar woman's voice that caused him to look up. Starting at her feet his eyes rose and paused a moment at her waist. He was pretty sure that was an unbled lightsaber on her hip. His eyes came the rest of the way up a little faster. "I'd think I'd remember. I'm Wiley." Holding the bottle out casually by the neck he would offer to refill the Sith Lord's glass with the gesture.

The hand that had been in his pocket came back out and pulled an empty wine glass from a tray. The delicate glassware tumbled end over end before lightly stopping in the man's hand. Wiley wasn't a big wine drinker but he was pretty sure he had the right glass. There were a few to choose from but he supposed it didn't matter. Nobody was going to tell him how to have a good time. Provided Darth Malicia didn't also take the bottle, the Marauder would pour himself a glass and finally have a taste of the drink.

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Another individual approached, he was tall, slender, and his eyes were a mesmerizing gold (@Morgan Ali); his attention quickly was caught by Lyra and she saw the eyebrow raise slightly before he turned back to Elina. There was silence between the two Firrerreons and Lyra frowned, trying to figure out if there was something she was missing, her eyes darted between the two looking for something she could recognize. He did not forget she was present and commented on her dress before moving on to others at the party. She grinned, finding she enjoyed that complement. Lyra watched him disappear in the crowd as Elina spoke about her own business during these battles, but did not seem to want to continue to focus on such.

Instead, she took Lyra's hand and before she could object to be calling princess for the second time now, they were moving to the dance floor. She wanted to protest, but she couldn't bring herself deny the opportunity to dance as she set down the empty glass on the tray of a passing service droid. She may have had incorporated much of her dancing talents into her technique, but to just let herself move without it being part of drills or training, this would be a rare occasion.

Lyra felt her shoulders relax as Elina ushered her to the center of the floor, the lights shined on them both, but for Elina, she looked like a goddess, glowing gold and red underneath the lights. It reminded her of a character from one of her many ballet performances, a maiden of fire who brought renewal to the broken lands. Lyra fell into step, her dress luckily giving her enough sway to move with natural grace. She spun away, Elina would tug, and the acolyte would return, more closely than before as she encouraged Lyra to enjoy herself.

Whatever it was, dancing was where Lyra did find that joy; it had always been her escape, her sliver of calm as the storm raged around her. She lifted the Firrerreon's arms to turn inside, embracing herself against the woman, pulling her arms around her waist and freed a hand to run her fingers gently along Elina's cheek. She could feel the eyes on them and for a first in perhaps years, she welcomed for others to notice her as she moved. Eventually Lyra dipped from under Elina's embrace, turning face to face with her once more.

"I can enjoy myself doing this." Lyra told her, her own features clearly softened since entering the dance floor, "I can't find too many who enjoy it as much as I do." she explained



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As the pair stepped on the dance floor, Elina immediately saw the tension disperse in the girl's shoulders and the rest of her body. It resulted in the grin on her face becoming even wider. As the music entered Lyra's ears, her body started to respond to it and before long, she was the one leading Elina and she let it happen. She loved to dance but that didn't mean she was actually trained at it, she just knew how to sway to the beat and be presentable. But, in contrast to her fiery hair, Elina's movements were like water and she flowed gracefully with Lyra as she kept up with her.

She would be spun around before pulled back in as her body pressed against Elina's. She would feel the natural heat that emanated from her through the dress. Her arms slid around her waist without the need of assistance as her fingers pressed into her stomach. When Lyra's fingers trailed across Elina's cheek, she pressed her face against her fingers as it would leave small streaks against her smooth skin.

During all of this, while Elina may have shined, so did Lyra and possibly more. Her dress sparkled in the lights and easily flowed with her, even drawing more eyes on her as she became mesmerizing because of her natural ability to dance. When she turned back around to face Elina, her arms would take the opposite of Lyra's, one on her and one on her shoulder securely. "Oh, I and the rest can see that." This was a completely different person from the one who patted down their dress awkwardly as people looked at her and now she demanded attention from half the room.

When she mentioned that she hadn't found anyone that enjoyed it as much as her, Elina smiled brightly, "You should count yourself lucky then." Without a warning, she leaned forward to Lyra but it would be to her ear as she would feel her full lips graze her skin lightly, "You found me." She leaned back afterward and gave her a wink.

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You can put your mouth wherever you want, Aadya said instinctively, surprising even herself. She wasn't normally the kind to be so forward, especially with strangers, but there was something about this armored man's aura that just.. well, made her feel a way that she was both excited by and uncomfortable with at the same time.

Aadya hadn't noticed the other Firrerreo show up until he started speaking, and it was then that she realized just who she was sharing a drink with. Her eyes widened suddenly and a little embarrassment flushed her face. All things considered, she was just glad that a senior Sith such as Emryc Thorne had uttered anything other than contempt to her - hell, he had even complimented her choice in alcohol!

Turning towards @Morgan Ali, Aadya flashed him a friendly smile as she finished off what was left in her flask. Don't see too many Firrerreo stalking among the Sith, she said idly, giving Morgan a look up and down. Damn.. he was cute. A shame we are only just meeting.

With that, Aadya grabbed a bite to eat off a passing tray carried by a serving droid. She had a feeling that getting some food in her belly to soak up all of the liquor she was about to consume would be a good idea. Aadya had never been to a Sith party, but if she had learned anything about how Sith tended to operate, things were going to start heating up in more ways that one very shortly.


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Renfry watched as his eyes traveled up, pausing at the lightsaber before snapping up toward her eyes. He smiled and she returned a half-smile before taking another sip of her drink.

Pleasure to meet you, she said.

So what are we drinking to? A good time? she asked, raising her glass to clink it against his. She could hear music starting and turned her attention toward it, beginning to wonder if she should start dancing. Perhaps in a few moments, but first she wanted to hear a bit more about her drinking companion... well, and drink a bit more because when it was free drinks you certainly didn't turn it down.

You were at Sullust? Sounds exciting. Kill any Jedi? she asked, curious if she could get him to open up about himself a bit or what he had been up to. @Darasuum
 

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Emryc watched with amusement as Morgan arrived and began to inspect the armor from all angles. Yeah, the armor. He didn’t understand the term he used, but he could guess it was something to chastise him with, “Don’t worry, I’m rather picky about who actually sticks around when I’m asleep,” He said, his voice laced with amusement before running his hand along the side of the helmet, “It’s an uncomfortable squeeze around the ears, for sure. I’ll outgrow it in less than two years,” His Sephi side meant he had several inches to grow still.

The music began to thump and his gaze shifted to the movement in the middle of the room. The fiery headed woman had grabbed his apprentice and started to dance, livening up the gathering. He eyed them for a moment before downing the rest of his drink and setting the glass down.

Emryc glanced over at the woman that had shared her flask and the words that all but spilled from her. He walked towards the floor, reaching a hand to brush her chin up as he passed her, “Careful what you wish for,” He murmured without looking at her as he kept walking, grabbing a bottle on the way.

His strides were paced at first, but they quickly began to fall into step with the beat. His shoulders began to move next and then his body. He had caught up to the redheads by then, and he began to dance to the music, surprisingly limber and fluid with how he moved. It was obvious that he had done this countless times before.

It was likely the first time in history that the armor of Kravos participated in dancing. Emryc loved business and he loved pleasure. He had no qualms with going hard on both of those fronts. It was clear that anyone was welcome to join him on the floor.

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Asminys caught the glance that Emryc sent his way, it was a casual thing. He might have missed it if he hadn't perhaps been looking for some sort of acknowledgement from the man. He did nothing in response, having already given his own greeting as a slight nod, though the bright hue of his angry eyes may have softened a bit. For a moment.

That moment was quickly spoiled by the approach of his Cadre-Sister, Darth Malicia. He could tell she was up to her usual tricks as he felt her approach, and was ready when she made her mischief. Bracing himself for the shoulder check, he would barely move as she collided with him, instead she would run into his shoulder like it was an unmoving brick wall. Hooking her arm with his he would pivot around to stand behind her, capturing her arm against her body with his as he placed his hand on her hip.

His other hand would produce the saber that she had thrown to him on Ajan Kloss from behind his back. Hidden by the hem of his cloak as he pressed up behind her, he would run the emitter of the saber down her waist and thigh before hooking it to her belt. "You forgot something on Ajan Kloss, Sister." He whispered in her ear. The whole move would look like he had merely embraced her from behind and spoken to her, anything overt hidden by his cloak to all but the most discerning eyes. She would know it for what it was though, both a threat and payback for her intended mischief.

With that Asminys released her to continue her walk to the drink table. Looking around with a menacing glower as he tended to, Asminys spotted a server droid walking nearby with a drink tray. Lifting a hand towards the tray, a flute of champagne would float over to him, gliding gently over before landing softly in his hand. He raised the drink to his lip, and took a tentative sip.

It was nothing like that hyperdrive degreaser Emryc had given him over Crait. The wine was smooth and light, tickling as it went down. There was hardly anything about it to be mad at. Just then a small animal escaped from the purse of some official or dignitary. Making a beeline for Asminys it began to bark quietly at his feet. Glancing down with a scowl of annoyance, he kicked the animal away from him, sending it yipping into the crowd as it tumbled towards the dancefloor.

If it came back to annoy him again he would crush its skull under his heel.

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Lyra did not view a change in herself as Elina did, there was no change, it was a part of her that she viewed as a treat for others to witness. It was a part of her that she rarely allowed to come out anymore since before she had come with Emryc to Eriadu. It mattered not who was present or who watched, she felt herself slip into a hypnotic rhythm. Elina spoke, informing she had indeed found someone, her lips lightly brushed against her skin and Lyra closed her eyes, feeling her cheek give chase until the woman retreated back and giving her a wink.

However, by this time her Master had joined on the dance floor and Lyra glanced over to him in armor. She grinned, thinking it looked a little ridiculous for to be popping around in something so ancient, but Lyra also understood its significance and wondered if she would do the same. She turned into Elina closely once more to feel the warmth of her body against her own before stealing another look to Emryc.

Her head bobbed lightly from side to side, scanning others who had joined on the dance floor, but there was one in the back who Lyra swore she had seen before (@Renfry). She swayed with Elina, closing her eyes, waiting for another couple beats as she dug into her own memory on where she had seen her until it clicked. Lyra broke from Elina, returning a wink and began to move through the crowd to the witch she had not seen in so long.



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Moridin was late to the gathering, not like anyone would miss a lowly acolyte like him. But the welcome he got was not the one he had expected. Mere moments after his arrival, as he was navigating his way past the dance floor, something slammed into the back of his head. He turned around ready to cut someone down, only to spot a tiny dog lying whimpering on the floor.

He bent down and picked up the dog, looking around for other flying dogs. Much had changed in the years since his disappearance, maybe this was something new.

"I am sorry little one, but tradition dictates you fly."

With that he sent the creature flying through the air, aiming for the back of another Sith’s head.

"To the Eternal!" He shouted as he picked up a drink from a passing servers hand and downed it in one big gulp.

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Morgan chuckled good-heartedly at Emryc. He was smart enough to know what Morgan had meant, but he was going to add it to his Emryc Tells a Joke count in his journal. The other Sith also confirmed the lack of fit, but also mentioned he was going to outgrow the current size. It was almost funny all by itself. Hopefully it wouldn't curse any tailor that worked on it or something.

But what was this? He'd turned to look back at
@Aadya Rasheer after her mouth comment and couldn't possibly miss the expression of embarrassment, nor Emryc's little parting touch. Hmm, what to do now? Maybe just double down, see where that goes.

"Truly a shame. It's good luck to catch sight of a flower from home," he replied with a fanged grin. "I could stand to get lucky." Morgan winked brazenly and turned away to properly join the festivities. He couldn't exactly "let loose" here, considering, but he could take two shots on his way past a droid and slip onto the dance floor.

The sight of Darth Kravos dancing brought out a short bout of laughter that was cut short by a small dog-like thing flying through the air toward him. With great care he caught the small creature in two hands and grasped it by the scruff when it growled in protest. He stared at it it, sharp and bright golds looking into sad, pathetic, fearful, overlarge, excessively watery little browns.


"What the fu-?" A young woman ran up towards him, apparently having tracked the sad pupper on its harrowing journey and thanked him for not kicking and/or throwing it. Morgan just gave Phoeya II a smile and handed the shivering bundle over, said, "Try not to lose your pet, ma'am," and turned back to the dance floor.

He hummed for a moment to match the music and began to fall into rhythm, step-step-spinning around a pair grinding against eachother on the floor. Dance he did, fluid and all, but it clearly had an extra touch of combat footwork in the feet and hips. They popped and snapped in place and rotated with purpose and power, a circle of energy that never quite ended in a strike. Before long he found himself before what certainly looked enough like Lord Kravos himself to still be hilarious.

Morgan smiled at the dead man's mask, pearly fangs and golden eyes glinting into the flashing party lighting.

"Might I have a dance, soldier boy?"


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Surprisingly, Elina caught sight of Emryc sliding towards them through the crowd, easily grooving to the beat despite the armor. It was an interesting sight and one that made her chuckle with a smile. Elina caught the constant glances that Lyra gave towards the man as she seemed unable to control it.

What surprised her however was that the girl separated from her and offered a similar wink. Elina could only arch an eyebrow in response for a brief moment when she turned. The two of them had cheered to standing out but when she successfully drew in the one who held the most of the attention, she left. Well, it meant more for Elina and she turned towards the lord as she synched with him.

Her arms rested on his shoulders as she drew him in closer to where he could feel the heat that radiated off her as well, her skin still a bright golden color like her eyes. One hand would slowly draw down Emryc's chest, able to feel the power that coursed through it. Elina spun around with her back to him when she reached the end of the plate and pressed her hips against his. They swayed side to side as one hand went to the back of his neck to pull him in tighter. Her other hand slid down slightly further to press her nails through his clothing and against his skin.

She stayed there for a minute, allowing herself to enjoy the feeling of Emryc's frame and vice versa. But with her exceptional hearing, she had managed to catch the tidbit about the uncomfortable squeeze against his ears. Smoothly, she spun out from his embrace but kept their fingers interlocked. When they both reached the end of their arms, Elina gracefully pulled him towards her with the help of the force and spun them around so that his back would face the bar and others as her arms once again slid around his neck securely and her body pressed against his.

Elina stared up into the visor of the mask, her head cocked to a slight angle. She had no idea what to expect under there and thought that there was probably a chance he was hideous. He was wearing a mask at a party but there was only one way to find out after all. Without saying anything, her hands went to the bottom of the mask and lifted it off of his head. The first thing she witnessed was the silver eyes, a calm ocean that swallowed whatever it caught compared to the inferno hers were. It brought a slight chill to the normal fire that burned within her. Well, she stood corrected. Her eyes examined his face thoroughly before looking up to the spiked helmet hair he had that made her smile with her fangs out. "The hair is a nice touch."

When @Morgan Ali arrived and asked Emryc for a dance, Elina glanced at him and gave a nod, "He's all yours." She brought her attention back to Emryc and did the same motion he did to the other female firerreo earlier with her finger, "Enjoy your dance." Elina slid his helmet back on before stepping away and offering him to Morgan
 
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Nodding and offering a polite smile in response to Malicia's words and subsequent departure, the blonde Sith took a step back and allowed for the other Sith lord to venture deeper into the gathering, clearly the platinum haired Sith had caught sight of another. Pursing her lips in thought as she watched Malicia venture into the gathering, Alyse narrowed her gaze as it panned over the various interactions taking place around her.

A light sigh passing her lips as she tucked her data slab away under her arm, before moving into the crowd, headed primarily towards where the acolytes and serfs had started to dispense the drinks and refreshments. Picking up a glass of crimson hued wine the Sith Lord briefly nodded in thanks before taking the glass and venturing off towards the flanks of the gathering.

Coming to a stand still off to the side of the gathering, Alyse brought the glass of wine up to her lips before momentarily swirling the glass and taking a sip. Savouring the beverage for a moment, the blonde watched the gathering as some broke out into dancing, some mingling and chatting and from what she could tell from the brief glimpse, one just necking a drink in one go - figuring that it would only be a matter of time until the drinking games started.

Reaching into her pocket, Alyse retrieved metal flip case and retrieved a tabbacc stick. Tapping its end against the metal container, before brining it to her lips. With a quick snap of her fingers and manipulation of the Force, she ignited the end before taking a few brief drags of the nicotine laced smoke. Savouring the moment of being able to simply stop and watch the goings on around her, even it if offered a brief respite before she returned back to her duties on Bakura.
 

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Renfry continued to drink, bouncing slightly to the music and glancing over toward the dance floor. The longer the music went on, the more she felt like perhaps she should make her way over. That was when she spotted a familiar face. Was that... no way!

Well, well, found your way to the Sith, I see, she said, smiling at the redhead. The woman had simply left when Renfry had offered to take her to Eriadu, and then when it all came down to it she ended up in Sith space after all.

So how'd you end up here? she asked before noticing the direction she had just come from.

Didn't care for dancing? she asked, mind clearly heading in that direction. She spotted Emryc over there, in Kravos's armor, getting into the music and frowned. Had he been holding out on her this whole time? All this time and she'd never seen him dance. Unbelievable! It was absolutely unreasonable. Deception! Disgrace!

I'm dancing, you should both come with me, she said to both of them.

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Emryc had lifted the helmet to chug a portion of the bottle, wiping his mouth off before tossing the bottle over to the new person to join @Moridin . He shifted his focus to the redheads, gaze fixed momentarily on the Firrerreo that sauntered over to him. He didn’t resist being pulled to her, the cold steely helmet gazing into the fiery eyes. He didn’t miss the pearly white fangs, always a sight he began to enjoy.

The armor was ancient and was still laced with darkness from whence it came. It pulsated with a power of its own and she would be able to feel it as she dragged a hand down the chest piece. Emryc moved to the beat with her, feeling the heat between their bodies. Her body glowed of its own accord, carrying a sheen with it that was a testament to her kind.

As she spun around, he placed his hands on her hips, moving with her as she danced against him. He could feel her claws digging in slightly into the back of his neck, and he was sure she was beginning to leave marks. His own fingertips dug into her hips, rocking them both to the beat, letting her be his focus for the duration of the dance. He leaned in as they danced, dragging the cold steel of the helmet against the side of her neck and towards her jawline, the metal the only thing that separated his lips from her skin. It was a reprieve from the heat, a cool drag along the surface. He left the rest to her imagination, giving himself over to the music.

The Firrerreo spun around again and he felt her arms around his neck once more. She spun them both around to obscure him from view of the larger group. He didn’t react as she reached over to lift the helmet, his eyes cold and steely to match the helmet over them. However, as soon as she did that, she would feel a sudden shift in the very air around her. There was an icy chill and she would feel the Force focused on her. Frosty fingertips seemingly traveled up the length of her spine, tapping past each vertebrae before it felt as if the cold grasp suddenly fixed around her throat. It was a vice grip that would give her pause, enough to cause pain and make her realize the slightest shift in pressure could crush her windpipe. It was the Force used with precise control and with fine motor mastery, and it would hold her till she put the helmet back over his head. The faintest smile would tug at his lips a blink before the helmet slid over them.

Emryc’s focus shifted to release her as Morgan made his approach, “If you insist, nightingale,” He said with amusement as he grasped him by the hand and tugged him towards himself. He was light on his feet, spinning around and guiding Morgan through the next song. His movements were surprisingly graceful and a stark contrast to the appearance of the rigid armor. His focus was always on his dance partner, allowing himself this time to fully take in the burning eyes he had seen several times before. Emryc pulled him close before doing a spin, releasing him with one hand, turning and catching him with his other hand. Both men would move in concert with one another, and it was a blend of pure dance and the precision footing of a saber duelist.

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Elina was once again surprised. Emyrc easily fell in with her movements and the music, making them appear as one instead of separate. The power of the armor and in such close proximity to her was exhilarating. She could even feel it course through her bones and make her weightless as air. It made her think about what it would be like for the person who actually wore it. But her mind drifted away once again as she was swept in the dance once again.

When her back was turned to him, she felt his hands press into her figure and let him get a slight taste of what she really felt like. Elina closed her eyes as she enjoyed herself and the feeling of the lord against her. But then she felt his helmet drift along her golden skin, up her neck, and to her jawline. The simple touch sent chills that littered across her flesh as there was only a thin layer of metal between his lips and her skin. Both of them knew what she was doing and it made her chuckle softly in response. However, it also heightened her curiosity to his face to an untold amount.

When they spun around so that Emryc's back would face the crowd and lifted his helmet, that's when she would feel the cold touch of the force. It traveled up her spine and touched every single one of her vertebrae, each one a simple and subtle warning that vibrated through her. But then it went to her throat, it visibly being squeezed as her head was tilted up from it as pain blossomed around it. The fire inside her also expanded and set the rest of her ablaze. But even with it, Elina didn't back down as she kept the helmet long enough for her to commit his face to memory. A slow smile would spread across her face, the fangs out once again as her eyes ignited like the stars.

But she eventually complied and slid the helmet back on gingerly to his head, taking care of his sensitive ears. When it was fully on, the vice grip around her throat dissipated and her head returned to its normal position. "Of course, wouldn't want everyone to know." She murmured softly as the distance between them was still close. She separated from him though as she had given him up to Morgan and wouldn't mind watching the dance as she stepped back to do just that.
 

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Malicia felt an uncontrollable growl leave her throat when Asminys grabbed her. She tried not to put on a scene, remaining quiet at first with a frown firmly planted on her face. He always had to try to beat her. She didn't hold it against him, but she couldn't let him win. She listened to him whisper in her ear, feeling his hot breath and the pressure of her hilt against her hip and thigh.

And so, her frown didn't last. It twisted into something else, something more toothy and wicked. "What did I tell you about touching me, Brother?" she whispered back to him, pulling herself away. It was a threat and Asminys would know it. She'd warned him once about getting handsy, and now the game was on.

After stealing the drink from Wiley, she allowed him to top up her glass. She took another sip, nodding to Renfry when she greeted her. The small Sith somewhat listened to the idle chatter, though her gaze landed back on her cadre-brother after a second. The man was alone, brooding in the corner of the room. "No women swooning over you, brother?" she projected to him. "Maybe it'd help if you put a shirt on."

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She indeed recognized her as the acolyte approached the woman. Lyra grinned in response knowing when they had met, she was uncertain of where her path would take her. Renfry inquired how she eventually found herself on Eriadu and Lyra looked over her shoulder back in Emryc's direction while he continued to pull off his smooth moves with the scarlet-haired woman. "Master Emryc brought me." she stated but wasn't sure how to answer or even quip regarding her taste for dancing.

She absolutely loved dancing but it felt odd to do so with her Master outside their training. "I'm not feeling it this evening." she shrugged, stealing a quick glance to the man (@Darasuum) the Dathomirian (@Phoenix) was speaking with when she arrived. Lyra knew very well it was not that she wasn't 'feeling it' and was more of a matter of who was in her immediate presence.

Renfry of course had concluded what she wanted to head onto the dance floor inviting them both. Lyra took a step back deciding against returning to the dance floor. Instead she took an interest and curiosity about those who were not dancing. She saw one man (@Arclight) that made her internally grimace as she was certain he would drown kittens just to see how fast they died. Now she wondered how many he had drowned. Slowly, Lyra begun to make her way over to him until she stood just out of reach if he was entirely unwelcoming to company. "You remind me of someone." she glanced in Asminys' direction to see if he would engage.

 

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Morgan watched the fiery-haired Firrerreo and Emryc dancing and was reminded why it was sometimes used as an archaic euphemism. Perhaps tame by the standards of Firrerre parties on their homeworld but in Morgan's experience most human cultures didn't respond well to that sort of thing. He dipped his head and flashed a smile at Elina as she gave up Emryc and turned back to look at the armoured elf boy.

Morgan followed Emryc's pull, stepping in and falling into rhythm with him. Unlike the gold-hued woman he replaced his skin was the faintest shade of silver, where she was a passionate and grasping flame he was, initially, a reflection on the surface of an icy pool. He followed Emryc's lead the first few steps after they began their dance, mirroring his pace and intention. Slowly a fanged grin a crept onto his face and a low hum started in his throat, his golden eyes alive and flashing with a raging flame just as wild and bright as Elina's, and he changed his step.

Emryc pulled him close, spun, moved to catch him. Morgan slipped free from his grasp with a twist of the twist, continuing the spin to spin gracefully his heel, feet switching places and hips twisting as if to strike. The man He slipped in close in front of Emryc, very close, chest to chest and to to toe, centimeters apart and sharing the air between them. Morgan caught the hand meant to catch him in his own, his other hand digging for a moment into his shoulder. Morgan looked directly into the visor of the his helmet, playful, challenging, the burning golds Emryc had wanted to see.

He danced away, a duelist's backstep from an old form, toe to heel and fluid. He moved with a feral and easy grace, bowing slightly at the waist with his eyes locked on Emryc like a stalking cat. He stepped to the side, walking a circle to the backbeat in an echo of a duelist's stance and footwork, left hand entwined with left as anchors in the middle.

His waist turned and coiled and the motion continued through the arm that held Emryc's , his front foot stepped back and his back step forward to again switch places. He pulled at Emryc to draw him in close to Morgan with the sure strength his kind was known for and turning their hands overhead to send the other man into a spin that would end with them face to face, very close, fangs bared in a cheerful smile.

Just as suddenly Morgan changed his step back to match Emryc's lead and tilted his head slightly to the side, an expectant look upon his face as if to say,
Your turn, soldier boy.


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