Supergirl's Dead!

[Lirit Le'Boursier]

“I bet she's got thunder thighs!” Lirit giggled as she waltzed her way through the doors of the hotel Exor. The hotel itself was absolutely beautiful and quite a sight to behold anyones who laid eyes upon it. Nestled in the center of the city, it played host to countless political and societal events, as well as housing everyone from tourists to diplomats. Marble colored walls, nearly perfectly cleaned glass with hold colored paint brushed along it’s edges.

The doorman kept a continual and cordial smile to each and every patron whom entered and exited the building, even those whom possessed nothing but a scowl in response. As Lirit passed by, she gave the doorman a playful wink, to which he laughed a semi-uneasy response as he had undoubtedly heard the womans earlier statement.

Her eye twitched slightly as the reality of the situation came back to her. The woman she sought out had apparently been an associate to Casimir just a couple of months prior. From Casimir's travel logs, it stated that he had visited Dathomir and with the use of some womanly persuasion on the planet, Lirit managed to find out that he spent a majority of his two months there with a young woman named Naberia Decuir.

Dathomirians were crazy though their women were nuts; almost as nuts as Psychologists thought Lirit was. To her, Casimir was a piece of swine, who probably associated with swine. Had she any clue what Naberia looked like? Not really. She just had careless assumptions. "Her boobs are probably lopsided as well... or even different sizes." She whispered in a snicker.

Lirit, herself, was dressed in a semi-casual fashion. Form fitting denim pants with a loose black shirt and various pieces of gold jewelry gave her an appearance that was symbolically passive with a splash of I don't give a *****!. The womans hair fell to her shoulders, not restrained in any way and those almond colored eyes remained fixated on anyone and everyone she passed. What did a Dathomirian look like? A jungle woman with dirt beneath her nails and leaves in her hair?

Still she needed to find this woman known as Naberia Decuir. This woman knew Casimir and what better way to bring down a man than by the hands of two women? Would this witch show? Lirit hoped so. It had been two days sense she sent the message to Decuir Clan and two days since she got the response that she would be met at the Exor Hotel on Dantooine. Entering the main social hall, near the check in counters, Lirit placed her hands on her hips and with a semi-irritated glance, gave the room a quick overview.



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[Naberia Decuir]

There was great reluctance in accepting to meet with this foreign woman and yet there was an invisible touch guided her forward to accept; reluctantly, she had. Somehow, the divination that had been had when a blanket had mysteriously frayed upon the edges, signified something coming... something that would change through hardship.

Entering into the Exor Hotel, having given the doorman a polite smile though obviously forced, Naberia had allowed her gaze to flow from one face to the next. There was no foreknowledge as to what the woman looked like. It was going to be like finding a needle in the proverbial haystack. Heels clicked sharply against the flooring, carrying the petite female toward the check-in counter; even if she could not have discovered the physical appearance of Lirit, at least she would have been prepared with room in tow.

"Hello Miss...?" With a chipper tone and a happy little smile, the woman behind the counter greeted the young witch. Her fingers had already been trigger-happy upon the keyboard of the holo-computer.

Proficient.

"Decuir. Naberia Decuir." Fingers deftly floated through the thick mane that curtained along her back a she absently occupied herself as she awaited for room confirmation. Naberia liked things to be quick... when it had come to something such as this rather.

 

[Lirit Le'Boursier]

"Decuir. Naberia Decur."

Those words caught the womans attention, forcing her to spin on her heels and to turn in the direction that the voice had come from. The woman at the counter was not what Lirit had expected in the least. A jungle woman was not whom stood at the counter, carrying herself with a finesse and posture that was typically reserved for the elites of society. Though her outfit would undoubtedly raise eyes, it was never the outfit that a woman wore which determined her reputation but how she conducted herself in it. This woman, with her thigh high boots and rather unique dress did not give off the aura of a woman of the night.

Was this woman truly the woman Casimir had known? Did this Decuir had information on the man that had systematically cast her aside, abandoning her when all seemed lost? That man did not even want to stay for a potential burial. How absolutely morbid! No, he gallivanted around the galaxy like nothing happened. How could he!? Her eyes narrowed as she stared at the back of Naberia's head, not in resentment but in frustration. It felt much like a hole in her heart, a hole that needed to be desperately filled. Casimir had caused this pain and it would be his pain the filled that void; no one elses.

Like a Panther approaching another predator, Lirit cautiously made her way to Naberia's side, "Miss Decuir. I am Lirit Le'Boursier." She said with an extension of her hand. Obviously Decuir was in the process of checking in, obviously planning to stay the evening. Honestly, the hotel was beautiful but not Lirit's taste. The price was outrageous and being a penny pincher herself, Le'Boursier could not imagine spending the money. "I thank you for coming." She paused as she noted the clerk about finished checking in Naberia, "I'll be in the lobby when you're settled... but so you don't come at this any more blind than you already are, this meeting is in reference to..." her voice fell to a whisper, "Casimir Goetschl."

With that, the woman made her leave, aiming to find one of the large empty sofa's to plant herself on, want to stake her claim like a cheetah on the Serengeti.​

 

[Naberia Decuir]

Goosebumps prickled along the back of her neck though the raised flesh was clandestine by blanket of hair; Naberia could feel herself being watched, but only discounted it to the fact of the garb she wore. It was not the typical fashion of Dantooine even if marked as something of the upper echelons of society would adorn from far away lands.

Casting heather oculars over a bare shoulder when the name was given, an ebon brow larked when Lirit Le'Boursier's name echoed in her mind. That was only the first of two surprises to come to the Dathomirian-- the next was Casimir Goetschl. This man had not been seen by her in quite awhile and there had not been any entanglements together that would procure someone's interest in her. Something caused a territorial alert to be sound within her however and when the registration had been complete and cardkey within her grasp, Naberia high stepped it toward the lobby.

It hadn't taken herself long to have found Lirit, no doubt being gawked at by passing individuals. There was no interest on her part toward the woman in some physical sense, despite her beauty. Jealousy blinded her and the colour red was all she saw.

"What is this about, Lirit?" With a deadpan response, Naberia drifted her gaze downward upon the other woman.

 

[Lirit Le'Boursier]

Naberia seemed to be in a state of uneasiness. She refused to take a seat and instead of going to her room, it appeared she came directly here. Obviously Lirit had caught her attention and quite possibly had caught it in the wrong way. People often said that it was the testosterone in a man that made them the most dangerous, the most territorial of the two genders but what men failed to realize was that while they did their great ape chest thumping for show routine, women were constantly sizing up their rivals. Women did not need to run their mouths with meaningless threats and verbal posturing. When women wanted to prove a point, they acted.

"I would have assumed you might have gone to your room first to get settled." Lirit spoke, finally breaking an uneasy silence that others around must have finally seen building. No more had Lirit finished her sentence than had the nearest hotel guest rose from his seat, leaving the days newspaper in his place, to make his leave. "It took a lot of work to find the right contacts that could get in touch with your family. Dathomir. Beautiful planet." Le'Boursier was not much for complimenting anyone and these forced compliments proved it. It was probably best to just get to the point.

"From my understanding, you are, or were, an acquaintance to Casimir Goetschl. If I am not mistaken, he spent some time on the planet of Dathomir." Her eye twitched at the name of Casimir, the twitch almost momentarily shutting the eye completely in outright irritation. "I have a proposition for you.... I want to hurt that man." Her eyes narrowed slightly as she locked dead on with Naberia's. "I want him to understand him to suffer in ways he's never experienced." Right about now, she was probably sounding like a rave lunatic so perhaps some clarification was needed.

"He probably played himself off as a gentleman. The go-to-guy of sorts whom would always be there for his buddies, for his pals, but let me tell you about Casimir," her eye twitched again, "he will abandon them in their greatest time of need. He abandoned me, his people, and his family. I want to teach him a lesson. I want to hurt that man!"

She shut her eyes momentarily, trying desperately to claim control over her racing thoughts that seemed to go through one scenario after another of possibilities of what she could do to him. "I want your help in bringing him down."

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[Naberia Decuir]

Two months was hardly a time to be able to get to know another person and it was premature to even entertain the thought that it was. Naberia was intelligent, no intuitive about others. The eye twitches had not gone unnoticed and even when she failed to compliment her beloved Dathomir, the witch remained ever stoic. Inside, she was a bolero of disgust over Lirit. However, a lady did not expose such ill behaviour in public. It was often best to drown them in the honey of one's presence.

Men were not favoured by Naberia and in fact she had two male slaves; they served as not sexual playthings, but as workhorses. Though, she did not freely help others and why would she ever dare to do as such. Rolling back her shoulders, rufescent lips puckered slightly.

"Why should I help you?"

It seemed innocent enough to be inquisitive over such, though if she did decide to give her aid to Lirit it was only due to the fact she had her own motives. How dare she make assumptions and how dare she desire to murder this man. Blood would be paid eventually for such inconvenience.

 

[Lirit Le'Boursier]

"Why wouldn't you?" Lirit responded bluntly. "The galaxy is filled with men like Casimir." Yet another eye twitch, "Sure, he passes himself off as suave, innocent, yet holds a charisma about him that can get a woman lost. I was one of those fools. One of the ones that bought into it. How many women must be hurt by men like that fool on Alderaan? How many women must suffer the indignities that I suffered?" She was starting to lose it, her emotions gaining the better hand at the moment. She needed to gain better control of herself, especially in the presence of Naberia.

"I spent months locked away in a psychiatric hospital, a behavioral center, because of what he did to me. In my greatest time of need, did I have what other people had? Did I have someone at my side when I woke up in the hospital after the speeder accident? Did I have flowers, balloons and stuffed animals? No. I woke up in a damn hospital morgue." Tears swelled in her eyes as the memories finally gained control, "When I needed him most..." her voice fell to a near whisper, "he wasn't there. He left me to rot. He left me behind. He never came back. Even when he was told I was dead, he refused to stay for the burial. What kind of man is that? What does that tell you about him?"

"It's time the galaxy be weeded. We must cleanse it of all the abnormalities of men, removing the unpleasant ones and leaving those whom might serve a purpose. You and I could do that; starting with him." She paused for only a moment to wipe away the few tears that managed to escape, "You asked why should you help me? I know I could not take him alone. He messed with my mind. Casimir," yet another eye twitch at his name, "*****ed up my mind! What better way to screw with his than by having his ex-fiance' and his most recent acquaintance bringing him down!"​

 

[Casimir Goetschl]

Dantooine was not a place Goetschl liked being. He had come here on a previous mission with the Order and had felt that this planet was not one the galaxy truly needed when all was said an done. People were rude, militia men gave snotty responses and coming here with other Jedi was almost as much of a buzz kill as a comedy at a funeral. Still, Casimir was not here on a vacation of any sorts. He was here for business.

The Goetschl family was bonded. Known amongst the people of Dantella as inbreeders, they were the closest kin possibly could ever be. Yet after a tragedy that claimed the life of his Aunt and an attempt on his own life, Goetschl had found himself labeled a black sheep and relatively shunned. It had not been easy so recieving a message from his own mother asking for a chance to meet with Casimir had been a surprise.

Reluctantly he agreed and ultimately only did so because of whom it was he was meeting. Had it been anyone else, the man would have shrugged them off.

As his shuttle came in for a landing, he checked himself over. A long sleeved navy colored mock turtle neck helped cover the majority of his body. The sleeved fell to his wrists, though the Jedi Padawan wore dark violet wrist bands on each to cover the still healing wounds from the rather recent suicide attempt. Denim pants and generic sneakers topped off the rather casual outfit and it helped to show no real symbol that the man, was in fact, a Jedi pupil. Lord knows he did not need to get into another argument with his family about that.

He watched as the docking port drew closer and with a quiet sigh, the man simply waited for the doors to open.​