Open Sembla Afternoons

[Deva Gendrel]

She caught Jaikus' smirk, and answered with a smirk of her own. It was regrettable the man walked off... and then her heart stuttered in her chest at the sight of the other he came to be close to.

Tia.

A sharp curl of jealousy raked claws deep in her chest, and for a moment eyes narrowed slightly, jaw gritted as she contemplated merely pitching the man into the ocean. She raised her hand as though to make the wine bottle fly out of his hand, or, more directly, to push him out of step---

When Stolas' compliment filtered through.

Blinking once, she turned her gaze towards him, and the answering smile was almost coy, violet eyes glinting beneath the brim of her ridiculous hat. "I'd hate to be predictable," she replied in a droll tone, taking a last draught of her drink before continuing. "And... there are advantages to every outfit. Looks may not be everything..."

Her eyes rested fully on the nearly-nude form of Artorigas, head tilted slightly.

"...But they don't hurt. Especially to be enhanced by certain outfits."

When he sat down, her eyes followed him, and then flicked to the table where he was laying. She began to turn to her assistant to ask for a cigarra, but paused, instead glancing at the newly-minted Darth in open appreciation before slipping her glance to others, accepting another drink from her assistant. Perhaps later she could follow Prissa's example and slip into the waves... but not yet. For now, she was content to sit and listen.

@Mr. Teatime @Braden Drake @Altaris

 

[Malou D'Amaris]

"She is an excellent student, her mastery of both The Force and the Blade is advancing quickly." Malou had not really expected to be praised in front of those in attendance, and she was surprised by this. She had expected to be ignored in the presence of others; it was what her father did. He was not her father though. She'd made the mistake of assuming everyone would act and react the same.

Morgan's response was not serious. Malou might've narrowed her eyes at the nonsense question if she could've. Instead she just shook her head and leaned back further into her chair. 'Why did he even bring me over here if he was going to ask a stupid question?' She had been prepared to go a little more into her training, but she didn't care too now. 'Adults are fucking weird.'

Her attention shifted to the latecomer instead. First impression? He seemed to be another one of those who paid great attention to their appearance, and by his attention only to those ranked above him, she decided he was another Jaikus. With only two words spoken so far, she couldn't make any judgements on anything else, though. In addition, he wasn't her age and she had no reason to care about him, so he didn't.

How she wished someone her age would show up to one of these for once. Way back on Serenno, she'd hoped Jackson would be good company, but he pissed her off. It seemed the other acolytes where anywhere but these socials. She'd kill for an actual conversation with someone.

Malou waved to one of the attendants to also bring her a glass of wine. At the very least, she could drink.

tags: @Mr. Teatime @Braden Drake @vamp

 

[Jaikus Thorne]

When Morgan spoke further about the ship, Jaikus’ brow raised slightly with growing interest, carefully noting the mention of its spacious nature and the intentionS the Sith Lord had for it. “Really? Must be a rather comfortable, then. A particular rare model, by chance?” He asked conversationally, bringing the rim of his glass to his lips.

He gave the Firrerreo adequate time to respond to the question before delving further into his own story. “Indeed. Ur-Kittat from what I can tell, which is unsurprising,” The language was dead and nearly forgotten by modern society, but it was the language of their ancestors and it was prevalent among almost all pieces of their ancient history. “But the specific dialect is unfamiliar and has made progress.. Tedious. From what little I have been able to piece together, they contain rather extensive details about the components of a ritual. For what, however?” Jaikus shrugged a shoulder nonchalantly. He stared downward as he swirled his glass for a moment, eyes flicking back to the Sith Lord after a few seconds of pause. “I will be sure to keep you updated on any progress that is made.” He smiled. “And I should very much like to hear more about that ship once repairs are complete, Morgan.”

His attention then turned to Prissca, the woman having made a dramatic entrance by emerging from the ocean. He gave her attire a cursory glance, nodding his approval and before tipping his glass towards her. He couldn’t help but grin at the conversation between her and Morgan.

Not long after that, Atlantia returned with the two empty glasses and a bottle of wine. From the label plastered across the front, it looked to be a Nabooian vintage, one which had been sufficiently aged for quality but without leaving the end product dry. That little bit of information from Morgan was clearly followed to the letter, something that Jaikus was clearly grateful for. The Axxilan rose from his seat, taking the drinks from the attendant and flashing the group a warm smile before making his way to the other side of the beach. His eyes lingered upon Deva for a moment longer than the rest.

With that, Jaikus turned on a heel and began to make his way towards where Tiamat was seated. The Marauder still wasn’t entirely sure why he felt the need to poke this proverbial bear, but it likely had something to do with their last mysterious encounter on Serenno. Jaikus was not a man who enjoyed leaving matters unresolved, especially when the matter involved the distinct ire of a Sith Lord for reasons he could not understand. At best, he would be able to smooth over any preexisting tension and enjoy a glass of wine. At worst, he would gain a new perspective for how Xeno must’ve felt on Serenno.

He was silently grateful that the worst thing she could hurl him into was the sea.

Within a few moments, Jaikus closed the distance and stood to the side of Tiamat. He greeted the Sith Lord with a respectful bow of his head, bending ever-so-slightly at the waist. “My Lady,” There was a polite smile etched across his expression, one that came off as nothing but outwardly friendly. “I don’t believe we had the opportunity to be properly introduced on Serenno. I am Jaikus.”

He extended a glass towards her, gesturing to the bottle of wine he brought with him. “Might I offer you something to drink?”

@Tess @Mr. Teatime @GABA

 

[Darth Tiamat]

The woman was enjoying the quiet, the breeze occasionally carrying the conversation from others to where she was resting on the beach wasn't bothersome in the least. Her aide was busy at work, taking care of her nails that were short from her work, chipped in some places but fixable as they seemed to quickly move to her other palm. It had been some time since she visited the ocean, let alone, relax following her work, though the pampering was a new concept that she was still trying to get use to. Generally, she was responsible for the self-spa she would tranquil in: oils and salts and then it was back to work.

The breeze blew again, this time coming of the surface of the ocean as the waves rolled onto the beach; Tiamat inhaled, her shoulders' relaxed as she seemed content in her moment. Though it would only last for so long as she heard someone speak, introducing himself as Jaikus. The red head rolled her head to look at him, sunglasses covering up the displeasure in her eyes that she was being disturbed and by him. He then offered her something to drink from the unopened bottle of wine; she kept her gaze on him before it flickered to the wine bottle and the woman turned her wine glass, empty the rest of the liquid into the sand.

"Very well." she released the glass and allowed it to float to the man to pour her a glass. "Are you going to have a drink with me?" she asked.

@Altaris

 

[Malou D'Amaris]

After receiving her glass of wine, the Miralukan girl would rise from her chair and wander off to a seperate room. Adults were boring, and she felt like getting a massage in a private room.

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