Open Social Serenno Snowfall

[Malou D'Amaris]

"I actually only know how to ballroom dance," Malou would admit as she reached out to take Jackson's hands. She was acutely aware of the area surrounding her, mentally analyzing the distance between her and Jackson, anyone nearby, and the armor which remained at the table. She took two steps back further onto the dance floor, pulling Jackson along with her as she did. Not knowing how to dance to this sort of music, however, was not a excuse to not try. She mimicked him, swaying side to side in rhythm with the music. At first her dancing was stiff, but she loosened up a bit as the song continued on.

"Surely you didn't insist the blind girl lead the dance?" Malou smiled at him, almost laughing at her own words. Quickly after she finished her tease, she lifted her arm to spin him out and away from her. Her was only a few inches taller than her, so it wouldn't be too awkward if he went with it. She had been watching how the others danced, plucking bits off so that she could seem more at ease with her dancing. She was still a bit stiff, unable to completely relax into the dance while she maintained a close eye on everything around her.

@Rhogar

 

[Mr Ekko]

Her confession would make the young man laugh. "Nothing wrong with that. So I can show you some moves? These were big on Eriadu and Corellia." Ballroom dancing.. he was.. adequate at that. Kind of. He did like a dirty tango, but he figured that's not at all what she meant. So she would take both his hands and he would kind of gulp, more internally than anything else. Unlike Malou, his movements would be a little more liquid, more or less due to his comfort with the dancing.

When she spoke again, he felt like a fool. Despite their closeness and the lights, he realized he'd never thought to check beyond the veil. He just chalked her up to mystery. So now, he would look a little closer, attempting to not make it obvious. Fuck. She is. He would laugh with her, really feeling silly now. "I uhh.. did not know.." Then confusion set in.. She was clearly mimicking his movements.. and she knew where she was. Had he been bamboozled? Shit, he'd have to check the holonet later for answers.

His confusion didn't get too long to fester as suddenly, he was spun outwards. And as a man of his word, she set the tone. And he was more than happy to comply. Jackson would spin out to a full extension, though instead of spinning back in towards her, he'd take her words to heart. Surely you didn't insist the blind girl lead the dance? Not with a challenge like that, he couldn't.

With a grin, he planted his feet and tugged her gently towards him, so that she would spin towards him, curling into his arm. Mindful of her space, he would catch her left hand in his right, smirking as he rested it on his right shoulder before his hand went to rest on the small of her back. His left hand would then reposition to hold hers with her arm bent at a forty-five between the pair. "I think we can find a way to mix the styles. Could look ridiculous, but it could be a lot of fun."

@lizziie​

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Raze was making his way towards the bar when an attendant intercepted him. He stared at her for a moment before taking the glass, turning it around and observing the rim. Externally there was no display that it meant anything to him, but the helmeted head did tilt in her direction.

“Tell him the nightingale will sing especially sweet tonight,” The mechanized voice said before Raze strode off, leaving behind a very confused attendant.

The Sith Lord’s steps carried him towards the bar and he saw others beginning to gather there. He first spotted Tiamat, who looked about as pleasant as a bull rancor. Next he saw Renfry, the party host and Jaikus. A flick of his eyes revealed that Morgan was also heading in that direction. His mind made some quick probability calculations based on the collection of people gathering at the bar.

The Sith Lord never slowed his stride, but he suddenly pivoted on the ball of his foot so fast it looked like a slick dance move. He immediately abandoned his advance towards the bar and went in the clear opposite direction to put as much distance between himself and drama as possible.

Meanwhile, Bir, who was likely drooling or scratching vacantly at his nether regions suddenly had the tall Sith Lord looming behind him.

“What,” The heavily modulated voice growled with a tone that would send ice down the Kel Dor’s spine, “Are you doing with my armor?”

@Tulos

 

[Bir Vuul]

As Malou and Jackson departed, leaving him in watch of the mysterious armour, Bir could not help but feel as though he had once more made a fool of himself. Of course he had, though his broken mind saw no wrong in his suggestion. He struggled comprehending the mind of his fellow Sith on the best of days. His intentions may have been somewhat innocent but alas, they had spurred consequences he had not anticipated.

”Yes! Yes! Certainly, I will! Go, enjoy the evening! Youth is but a fleeting moment in our lives! Go! Go! I shall stand watch! I shall stand watch, I shall!” he would call out to Malou and Jackson with a dramatic wave as they melted away into the crowd of dancing Sith, masking his disappointment in himself with his typical overt jubilance.

Once he had been left alone with the armour, the Kel Dor turned to the plating and eyed it over carefully. Using extreme caution to not directly touch the suit, his left hand would once again hover above the chest plate as he allowed the twisted sensations it exuded penetrate his mind.

He had lost track of how long he had been standing watch, or rather analyzing, over the suit and lightsabers concealed within but a cold and metallic snarl from behind spurred Bir to turn.

”Lord!” Bir stated excitedly at Raze’s approach. While most would be fearful of such a man, and rightfully so, the mind of the insane made fear a foreign concept for the Acolyte. Bowing deeply to the half-Sephi, Bir would straighten himself with a large smile. ”Simply standing watch of it, Lord! Yes! Yes! Standing watch! Protecting it from those who…” Bir paused for a moment, dramatically turning left then right as he searched the crowd before focusing again on Raze. ”There are thieves amongst us tonight, Lord! Filthy, disease ridden thieves! Protecting it, yes! Yes! It is all I am doing!” He began with a whisper though in time, his voice continued to build to above his standard volume as he tried to speak over the booming music.

@Sreeya​

 

[Jaikus Thorne]

Jaikus turned to the side, leaning his weight against the bar as he found himself in the company of a Sith councilor and the host of the party. They were both individuals he had yet to have an opportunity to speak with thus far, having only caught glimpses of them in passing or more recently while watching them dance. The fact that the Sith Lord had picked up some of her dancing ques from Jaikus had not escaped his notice, something that proved to silently entertain him.

The Marauder naturally addressed the queen first, bringing his glass to his lips before speaking. “Not at all, your Majesty. As a matter of fact, I am rather enjoying the current pace of things. Are they all quite this exciting?” He took a sip of his water, a single dark brow raised towards the Dathomirian woman. She had been right in assuming he wasn’t in attendance the night of Malicia’s downfall, but rumors spread like wildfire and Jaikus had a terrible penchant for gossip. He knew more or less what the answer to his question would be, but he was curious to see how she would describe the event, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he patiently awaited her answer.

Admittedly, Andruil was the most traditionally polite Sith Lord he’d encountered thus far. Less certainly less thrilling than the others, they was a part of Jaikus that was grateful she did not share in Tiamet’s unbridled fury. Two furious Sith Lords was not something he believed himself capable of surviving.

His attention eventually shifted from the Dathomirian to regard the host, nodding towards Artorigas politely. Jaikus had heard the tales of the Serennian’s ambitious rise to power, seizing what was now his by right of conquest and banishing his own family by result. He wasn't likely to bring it up, but it was nonetheless a prospect that silently delighted the Marauder. “I have been. The night has proved to be most exhilarating. And,” He gestured to the drink Renfry was now enjoying. “You have no shortage of good drinks to keep it that way."

Citrine eyes momentarily gazed past Renfry and Artorigas, not failing to notice Deva leaning against the bar and flashing him a wordless invitation. A toothy grin flashed across his face, tipping his glass to the woman in silent toast. From his demeanor alone she could tell he had accepted her offer in advance, waiting for an opportune moment to slip back towards the dancefloor.

@Phoenix @Braden Drake @Killa Ree

 

[Darth Caelestis]

Artorigas watched as the Sith Lord picked up her rather interesting pink coloured drink. He gave the barmen a raised eyebrow "Its Woo-Hee Sir." He said before turning away to serve another unidentified Sith. He had not idea what the drink was or what is in the alcoholic drink, all he knew is that it would have been potent, the barmen were not measuring tonight and there would be at least a double if not triple measure.

As Andruil was speaking to Jaikus Artorigas spotted Tiamat making her way from the bar, she seemed to be in a mood that was for sure. Though he knew she may just need time alone, he was also conscious of living an angry Sith Lord to walk his Castle, only The Force knew what damage may come. The music was quiet for a moment so he was able to call out to the Sith. "Lady Tiamat, please join us. I am sure we can find you something stronger than that bottle if you need."

He motioned the bartender back over ready to serve the Sith Lord. "How about a Woo-Hee like Andruil here?" He said motioning to the drink. "I am sure we could order up a pitcher if you wish?"

@Phoenix @GABA @Altaris

 

[Darth Draugr]

Finally he was finished with his cleansing. Painfully awkward, and just all around unwanted, cleansing. Grabbing the closest towel and drying himself off he would walk into another guest room. This time no suits of armor. Just clothing in wardrobes. The Zabrak was certainly unsure of if the clothes were safe to wear but he needed something to wear. Xeno wasn't going to ask Artorigas for permission due to him being in just a towel.

"Going to inspect these clothes closely, no more tricks from that STD infested excuse for a Wookiee's ass."

Looking over the pieces to make a full three piece suit, he made sure there were no stains or slices or any sort of disease on it. The suit was clean, thankfully. Now it was time to wear said suit and rejoin the event in the Sith filled room. Nothing was itching now, and no new problems were occurring. Seems like he would be able to make through the day without having a bad infection.

After entering the room he would look around and find Bir next to a suit of armor. Then he noticed Darth Raze made his way over to Bir. This can't be good. Maybe Xeno should save his friend. Passing through the others in the room he would ignore any and all chirps to him as he was set on making sure his friend doesn't get ripped in half.

"My Lord, he is telling the truth. Your armor is of the highest value, and for any of it to be stolen would be terrible."

The Zabrak stood by his Kel Dor buddy and would wait to continue the explanation.

@Tulos @Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

The Sith Lord’s ears twitched slightly beneath the helmet from the sheer level of enthusiasm when the Kel Dor spoke. The tall half Sephi stood as a sentry while the acolyte explained himself. For a moment there was nothing but silence with the helmet staring vacantly at the Kel Dor and drilling holes through him.

“I question your competency in completing any task more complex than kissing a huttball,” The mechanized voice spoke dryly. He prepared to simply use the Force to move the Kel Dor out of the way when another came over to join them. The intrusion was enough to make the Sith Lord turn to face him. While Raze was unaware of Xeno’s closet raiding antics, the Sith Lord stared at the man with simmering rage.

“Marauder,” The modulated voice cut through abruptly like thunder, “Why are you in my presence in a black suit with brown penny loafers,” The Sith Lord was visibly bristling with rage, “And no socks,” Venom spat from the words. Raze’s fingers began to curl slowly as the visor stared at the Zabrak.

@Scoobert @Tulos

 

[Deva Gendrel]

Citrine eyes met those of violet, and she caught his acceptance.

Taking a moment to survey the rest of the group, she decided she wouldn't wait too much longer, but strode out, long-legged, to the dance floor for herself. Arms lifted and she closed her eyes, feeling the bass pulse in her chest. Hips began to shift, to move as her feet did, feeling the music grip her spine. She didn't care if anyone was watching. The drug she smoked earlier hummed darkly, suggestively. The anger, the fury from before abated, leaving an icy cool calm in its' wake as she waited for her partner to join from his pleasantries with the upper echelons.

@Altaris

 

[Darth Draugr]

What was he supposed to say to this? He doesn't care about fashion. Nor will he ever. Suits were just the thing to wear for social gatherings. The man before him without any sort of suit and a dumb helmet on would only make Xeno worried because the power he had held within the force. The Zabrak himself was becoming angry.

"What loafers, my lord?"

Xeno slid the shoes off and waved them away with the force without breaking eye contact. Tension grew. Then the Zabrak had to pull a memory from an old article in the gazette he had read once.

"And to inform you.. no socks has been a fashion sense for some time on a plethora of other planets. So I would recommend you worry about your own fashion sense.. An armored helmet with no body to be worn with it. Just a skin tight suit of cheap fabric."

He knew he would be dealt with immediately but Xeno didn't take trash talk from others lightly. He worked hard for all he earned and would be respected whether he wore loafers or went bare foot. Eye contact with the Lord Raze had not been broken. An anger fueled expression set on the Zabrak's face and his fists would be clenched as well. Raze stood taller than Xeno, but the Zabrak has been against tough opponents before.

"Bir, you can go.. my turn to watch the armor has begun. Please do show respect to Lord Raze with a proper exit, and be sure to change your shoes. Seems that those of us who were raised without these types of clothes get no slack.."

@Sreeya @Tulos

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan left the dance floor and headed instead toward the actual bar. Passing-by drinks were good but he had a passing inclination to test the reserves of House Wessex beyond ancient and rare wine from a dead planet. Fortune seemed to favour his desires as the bar was already occupied by Artorigas, Renfry, and in fact the over-bold marauder, Jaikus. The Firrerreo's grin widened ever so slightly.

"And here we are again," he commented with some amusement, bothering the bartender to find out if they had a Patrang variety of fire-wine. By their standards it was actually wine, but other cultures would probably call it a brandy, with notes of citrus and spice from the fruits involved in making it. It did seem that Castle Wessex had at least one ceramic jar of it laying around that a servant pulled out from some cellar or other.

"I do believe you're in debt one dance, wallflower," Stolas intoned smoothly as he sat on a barstool. "Not planning to default on it are you?" The fanged smile on his face was a dangerous one, no helmet to conceal it nor the intense focus of golden eyes. Morgan was clearly still irritated even if he'd acknowledged his own behavior and appreciated the man's bold attitude, but also more loose of limb after his drinks and dancing.

His attendant reappeared a moment later to relay Raze's message, which quite visibly put Morgan in a good mood, a golden tint spreading up from under his collar to his cheeks. A glass of the fire-wine was poured and he sipped at the spicy, red-orange liquor with great enjoyment and to distract himself from his wandering thoughts of singing. Goldens looked over at Renfry's pink thing. "What's in that?"

@Phoenix @Altaris @Braden Drake

 

[Emryc Thorne]

The Marauder only got to the words “no socks has been a fashion sense” before the Force abruptly coiled around his throat to prevent him from speaking further. Raze, a Sith Lord of councilor strength, would very easily be able to hoist the man up off the floor.

Without a word, the Marauder would be thrown clear to the side and over the edge of a nearby balcony, hurtling him to the depths below. If he was lucky, perhaps there would be a landing area beneath it to catch him and leave him alive with a broken body.

@Scoobert

 

[Darth Draugr]

Well, pride has prevented the Zabrak from being a member of the party any longer. Being choked he felt himself rise from the ground. The power of a Sith Lord was great, this was greater. With ease, Xeno was launched out of the room, through the window, over the edge of the balcony, and through the air. Could this be it? Let's see what Xeno has to say,

"SHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-"

Yea, he is definitely not enjoying this.

Falling from the sky and into the direction the trees below, he would hit many, many trees. Branches breaking, bones breaking, ego breaking. It took about six or seven branches to the head before he had actually went unconscious. After finally landing on the ground with a hard thud he would lie there on the verge of death. Muscles would spasm, and bones were broken. Even if he were conscious.. he would not be able to move from the pain coursing through his body.

@Sreeya

 

[Renfry]

Renfry chuckled slightly when he asked if all the parties were this exciting. Each was unique with varying levels of intensity, but there was no question they all ended up being entertaining.

They all have their own unique way of standing out, she said.

Renfry's eyes followed to Tiamat, who Artorigas was now calling out to. She wondered if the redhead would accept and just how much fiery anger was lurking not-so-subtly below the surface. Perhaps she just needed another drink.

I don't know who named it a Woo-Hee, but it's quite good, she said, indicating Tiamat should get one should she choose to come over to the bar.

And then Morgan came over as well. Well, my-my, it was getting interesting over at the bar. Tension still hung in the air between Morgan and Jaikus after the incident earlier. Jaikus, however, seemed preoccupied with the woman who Tiamat had stolen away earlier. Oooh boy, drama time? Do I have enough alcohol to stoke this drama? Maybe.

I think it's base is Muja fruit, she said with a shrug and another happy sip.

Maybe he wants you to catch him first, she said to Stolas in regard to dancing with Jaikus. Perhaps the Marauder was issuing a challenge of his own. Hard to get with people like those he had been toying with was an interesting game.

Personally, I think he just likes Sith Lords chasing him, she added, looking back at Jaikus but without any indication if that was a good or bad thing. He'd been playing with fire all evening. What one had, the others seemed to want. She didn't expect Morgan to antagonized into anything more serious, but then, he did seem quite annoyed, and Renfry was now quite entertained.

Her attention was torn away from the drama here as someone was literally hurled across the room. She had no idea what had happened to draw Raze's ire, but it was clear that that one had done something wrong. There was no question that her attention settled on the Sith Lord now, watching with close attention.

First fatality of the evening, she said, eyebrows raised. Yeah, she definitely didn't envy that guy.

@Braden Drake @GABA @Altaris @Killa Ree @Mr. Teatime

 

[Asminys]

Asminys could see only darkness. He felt his body moving along at a quick pace as dark fog penetrated his vision. Voices, he heard voices echoing out through the darkness.

"Why do they want this... thing, kept alive." A man's voice, keening through the darkness.

"You don't know the expense that has been put into this creation." A softer voice. A woman's voice. A familiar voice.

"We should have killed him on Byblos and left him to rot."

Asminys reached through the fog, seeking to lift its darkness. To open his eyes.

"They want to see a return on their investment." The woman's voice sneered as Asminys' eyes cracked open. The world was blindingly white, stark walls contrasted by a brilliant blob of red curling around the smudge of a face. Asminys couldn't make out the features but he knew her all the same.

"He's waking up. Sedate him." The woman ordered the man and Asminys felt a needle prick his arm. Her face came into a hazy focus for a moment as her lips moved in a sneer as she spoke.

"I'm quite disappointed in you, Asminys." The words echoing in his consciousness as the world faded to black.

-----

Present Day​

Darth Asminys opened his eyes as the landspeeder that carried the Sith lord came to a halt at the foot of the castle. He waved the unbidden memory away, but locked it away for safekeeping in his mind. Another broken piece of memory from the days following Byblos. He barely remembered the escape, the following days a blur of darkness broken only by pain. He had awoken, later, awkward metal monstrosities in the place where his legs had been.

Metal monstrosities that still felt clumsy and awkward as he exited the speeder and looked up at the castle.

Tall castle.

Asminys itched and squirmed motionlessly in the fashionable suit that he had been dressed in for the event. Some sort of party. The landspeeder floated away silently behind him, taking his shoes with it as he stood there, bare metal touching ornate stonework of the grounds. He stood there silently as he considered what there would be to expect at this "party". His thoughts however were interrupted as a fast growing red speck caught his eye, accompanied by a panicked scream that seemed to grow in volume as the speck grew larger, only to be interrupted as it crashed and thudded through the trees.

Asminys eyes didn't falter in their tracking of the object as it fell out of the tree and thudded to the ground. Humanoid. He walked over to the fallen humanoid and examined him. A red zabraki Sith. Asminys wondered if this was the first casualty of the party as he prodded the fallen sith with a metal toe, eliciting a small groan.

Nope, still alive.

The Sith lord contemplated putting the wretch out of his misery. He decided against it, the Sith would live or die on his own as Asminys left him there, walking away from the broken body and into the castle. A rather long repulsorlift ride ejected the anti social Sith Lord into a room complete with dancing, drinks, and Darth Raze, three thing that ranked high on Asminys' long list of things he despised.

@Scoobert @Sreeya

 

[Jaikus Thorne]

Seeing Darth Stolas and Prissca return to the bar, Jaikus greeted them both with a brief nod of his head – his gaze lingering on the Firrerreo for a moment longer than usual for new arrivals. The Axxilan had sensed the tension during their previous run-in on the dancefloor, vulnerably caught between two significantly larger predators in that moment. Still, his bold approach had seemed to save his hide - having been enough to elicit a laugh from the Sith Lord before being swept away.

When the Dathomirian Queen spoke of his desire for a chase, the man couldn’t help but flash her a smile, shrugging as if unable to disagree with her assessment. “The dangerous chases are often the most thrilling, aren’t they?” Dangerous was certainly the best way to describe his current antics. He kept a brow arched in Renfry’s direction, something between a hum and a laugh rolling up his throat while gauging her response to what had been said. Only after a few moments did his attention fall back upon Stolas entirely. “Default? I would never dream of it, My Lord.” The Marauder almost looked offended at the mere suggestion of backing down from such challenge.

His words were spoken with that characteristic drawl, sultry and suggestive as they had been the first time they spoke. While others might have actively tried to avert eye-contact with a Sith Lord and member of the Council, Jaikus was no such lesser being – his almond-shaped citrine eyes rising to meet the intensity of the Firrerreo’s. “And if your dance with this lovely lady is any indication,” He gestured to Prissca, “I only pray that I have the capacity to keep up. But first, I believe there is another whom I own a dance before you.”

Only then did the Marauder begin to make his exit, sliding his glass of water across the counter for the bartender to dispose of and bowing before Renfry and Stolas as he went. “All in good time, My Lord. The night is still young.” With that he was sauntering away from the bar, drawn to where Deva had begun to dance on her own. “Such a shame to dance alone. Might I join you?”

And then he heard Xeno scream.

Given that he had been at a painfully close range the last time the Zabrak’s alto tones filled the hall, the Marauder had no doubt in his mind who it was serenading them at the moment. But why? Perhaps the codpiece of that armor had been infected as well, and the itching had just become too much to handle? The question tugged at his mind, enough to draw his attention away from Deva just in time to catch the sight of Xeno being hurled off the balcony with the velocity of a proton torpedo.

Oh..

Seeing that it had been Raze who sent the Zabrak hurtling to his likely demise, it served as a reminder of the danger Jaikus had blissfully put himself in earlier in the night. It was thought that was as thrilling to Jaikus as it was terrifying, sending a jolt of electricity down his spine and causing his hairs to stand on end. Luckily for him, it appeared that Axxilan had chosen his attire more carefully than the Zabrak, trained eyes catching only a glimpse of the penny loafers and mis-matched socks that the fellow Marauder had worn. Disgusting.

Who knew corset vests offered such protection?

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[Bir Vuul]

Bir’s head hung slightly as Raze made mention of his greatest folly; the huttball game. Undoubtedly meeting his newest idol, @Poffo Sauvage ( @Isen ), was a highlight of his life but his own performance in the game was beyond pathetic. It was certainly a recollection he wished would evaporate from his mind but it seemed that at every turn, he was to be reminded of that day. Given the opportunity, he would go back and tear the arena down with his bare hands in hopes that the memory was destroyed with it.

Before he was given the opportunity to reply to Raze’s comment, it seemed that Xeno had once again appeared out of the mist. And once again he was wearing stolen attire. It seemed the Zabrak would never learn. This was further proven as the conversation between him and the Sith Lord escalated to a point where Bir could practically feel the fire rolling off Raze’s shoulders, looking down to his own bare feet as the Sith Lord coiled the Force around his friend’s neck. As Xeno was sent flying, Bir quickly shuffled back behind a table that was draped with a royal cloth that descended to the floor, concealing his toes from view as both hands raised to cover his ‘mouth’ in a show of disbelief.

”He should have kept his mouth shut, he certainly should! Yes, yes!” Bir muttered quietly, doing his best to keep from trembling. He had not asked to be left in watch of Raze’s armour and yet here he was, watching his one and only friend be sent on a descent that would likely kill him. Had Malou sent the Darth his way? Had she and Jackson set him up for this moment? His paranoia would only grow as he remained silent, involuntarily still as he waited to see if Raze’s spice riddled thirst for blood had been quenched or if he was next to be sent to his death.

@Sreeya @Scoobert​

 

[Deva Gendrel]

She hadn't expected the other Marauder to show up quite as soon as he did; she believed she actually saw him addressed by Stolas? Intriguing... the man certainly knew how to bump elbows. Such a thought amused her to no end; and yet just a short time ago, he had been in a corner, humoring her no doubt.

She heard his voice at her back, and stared back up at him, violet eyes bright with a challenging smirk.

"I suppose it couldn't hurt," she replied, about to reach forward, but...

She noticed she was ungloved.

The moment of hesitation was when she saw his eyes shift. Something else... no. Someone else.

The scream rocketed past her and violet eyes widened a moment, watching Xeno hurtle past and into the open air. There was a beat of silence, and then she looked back at Darth Raze, a deadpan expression on her face.

"Maybe I shouldn't have shared my stash."

It was mostly muttered to herself, but she didn't know the marauder that had been tossed, at least not personally. Whatever it was, it was mildly concerning with how quickly the man had been thrown away.

She stepped up closer then turned around so that her hips aligned with his, placing a hand on Jaikus's hip, violet eyes glinting as she glanced over her shoulder at him. "A little danger makes the night interesting, don't you agree?"

@Altaris

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Raze was entirely calm after tossing the Marauder, staring off in that direction. He lifted the flap of his helmet slightly and tossed back the rest of the wine in his glass before putting the flap back on, his face remaining concealed from view.

If the Sith Lord heard anything the acolyte said, it was not apparent whatsoever. The helmet turned to regard the armor on the table. For a few tense moments it was entirely unclear what he would do next. It was a toss up between Bir following Xeno off the balcony or Raze simply walking away.

“Acolyte,” The modulated voice spoke at last, “Place that armor on me,” The Sith Lord commanded. He stood perfectly still like a knight waiting for his squire. Bir was going to have to get very up close and personal with the towering half Sephi. He would also have to figure out armor that was many centuries old.

@Tulos

 

[Darth Tiamat]

As Tiamat was leaving the bar, she heard the familiar voice of Artorigas as he called out to her to join him, Renfry, and (ughhh) Jaikus with a lure of something stronger than the bottle of wine that she held. The redhead's blue eyes flickered from Artorigas to Jaikus and then to Renfry before tipping her glass in their direction and continued on her way, mind clearly set for some cold air, away from people, away from dancing and the overwhelming thump of the music. The snow brought silence and even as she poured more wine into her glass, it seemed muffled in the mountain air.

Quietly she sipped, only to pause when she felt something in the Force, it came sudden in contrast to the pleasure and lust, an abrupt rage. There seemed to be a silence that washed through the ballroom and then outside where there was a distinct cry as someone clearly wishing an alternative and Tiamat looked up to see a red figure fly out of the ballroom, over the balcony and into the forested cliffs below as though becoming a shooting star would help their situation.

The redhead smirked into her wine glass, a genuine smile since the party started, "Make a wish..." she hummed into her glass as she continued to sip her drink in peace.