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Strange how they’d made an expedition out of it. Of course, Nefid was never going to give up front row seats to the kind of angst about to happen, nor to miss the chance to step up for an old friend by coming along. But somehow she doubted her unique motivation, stemming from her gift, applied...

Nobody could have predicted the ensuing twist. Even Nefid was surprised, even as she could feel hints of intent around her before the act, like peering through a foggy window. But her attention was on Azar. The back and forth. His own thoughts, usually so purposeful, layered, razed over by a...

Even Nefid herself couldn’t have predicted the full extent her little nudge would take, but she feasted on every second of it. Just like that, an ordinary party became a swirl of agony, awe, anger and wonder as Arcanos himself intervened. Just like that, Nefid witnessed the greatest pain she’d...

The tray continued its course until a pallid hand seized a strawberry in much the same way. Nefid admired her handiwork from afar, basked in the agony. Jealousy, I hear, she whispered for Vander across the room. @Sreeya @Phoenix

Whatever happens, I had nothing to do with it, objected the Twi’lek. And for now, it was even true, though they both knew that wouldn’t last. It didn’t take long for things to pick up, the first scandalous kind of dramatics that always seemed to happen around her. Annfyn passions were a...

Long after the first minutes had passed, after the whirlwind of arrivals and greetings and speeches and cheers and offerings and impending heartbreak, an old but familiar presence chose this lull to make its presence known to Arcanos. The usual way. Nefid had arrived without fanfare, wearing...

So it was ordered. In motion. Nefid felt the power rise, not her power, almost a distraction. She had her challenge. Her dark grey eyes made the subtle shift to black, and she was alone. Nefid no longer felt Kaldar beside her. His unmistakable mark, the strength that called to her, like a...

The kind of pleased satisfaction that overcame Nefid was hard to notice without one of these subtle smiles she was incapable of. Not that it mattered much. Cahir didn’t know where to look. Good on him for seizing his opportunity. But it would be short-lived if he insisted on being near Vanik...

Their thoughts of them, she confirmed. But... they’re gone. It’s strange. Arcanos thinks I could speak with them. For a moment Nefid stood awkwardly there as Kaldar began the work. Something told her she should probably help, but she’d left her own lightsaber with the ship. And besides...

She took to walking alongside him, figuring his lack of objection meant she was welcome to. She didn’t sense negative feelings from him, and he’d been cordial enough. The view was grandiose over the hill, almost cinematic. The impacts from orbit were fresh and visible and so much larger than...

Tension hung in the air for a few charged seconds. Guests and staff alike stood in sinister silent as they took in the gravity of the situation, the bared rifle. The casino, always so raucous and effervescent at any time of the day or night, was dead quiet. The two socialites by Cahir seemed...

They call me that, she replied. Sith? She took part in Sith gatherings, she went on Sith missions, it wasn’t a lie. Though she’d always seen herself as more of a drifter, constantly following wherever her power took her. Like here. Nefid took a few steps towards the man and his droid, not...

Sometimes, death was as fascinating as life. Not often, of course, there was no replacement for the billowing thoughts and fears Nefid so liked to weigh on, but in this case, it was. Dead silence on a planetary scale commanded awe and respect. The Twi’lek was all the opposite of Kaldar...

As predicted, the bodyguard was bright enough to capitalize on the window she made. Unlike predicted, however, he moved to remove the target from the premises entirely over an imaginary threat. Nefid didn’t miss the gush of satisfaction at his handling of the man. At least she gave him that...

Droid or clone? Well, not a droid, certainly. Droids didn’t have minds, and Nefid hated them for her powerlessness over them. But the man’s defense mechanism was such that even she wondered. C4HR-57N. C4HR-57N. C4HR-57N. C4HR-57N. She withdrew like she’d touched a too-hot stove, like to...

Frustration. Failure. Nefid hadn’t expected one of the guards would stay behind and it complicated her semblance of a plan. In place of lashing out, curiosity led her to delve further into the mind of the exceptional one. Oh. Oh my. Interesting. A slave? Or something else? So much...

Gambling dens like these were intoxicating. Of course, a refined establishment such as this one would oppose the denomination, but beyond the surface, it was one all the same. Foolish hope became despair in the span of a second, dreams were made and shattered, and the patrons were high on it...

A different green? Nefid would have smiled. That could be arranged. It wasn’t needed, in the end, the Sith champion so easily fended off. It made no difference. When had Nefid ever done things because they were needed, rather than because she felt like it? Her eyes followed Serene to the...

To his credit, the acolyte wasn’t far offf—from what she could glimpse of his readings of others’ minds by peering into his own. It was several layers, but to Nefid it was like breathing. Feeling. He’d definitely caught her attention. Why can’t you? Imagine it. Make it real, she answered...

When Novin didn’t fall for it, the Zabrak vanished like the image it was. Instead came a sense of pride swelling within the acolyte, Nefid’s way to tell him job well done. She stayed within the cover of the crowd, however, slightly disappointed he hadn’t yet made the connection. Couldn’t he...