Open Social The Sith are back in town

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai looked at Trael, laughing as if nothing had even happened between them. But both knew different. Instead he replied, as he checked himself over, nothing was too bad luckily and he had gotten off rather lightly all considered.

"Probably. Masassi elbows are exceptionally strong, didn't you know." he laughed, and as Trael spoke to Azar he couldn't help but feel a little pang of jealousy remain, afterall they both liked the man in some way. He had a allure, deadly and powerful. He replied in kind.

"Me too, I think it's obvious we both like the company. But I know your heart is not ours, I accept it, whatever happens I will abide by. Maybe some day you might see my home." He heard the music continue, and decided to take another risk. Now his secret was out.

"Azar, would you honour me with a dance? If you want too of course."

He waited for a answer, hopeful but if he choose not to it was a fact he accepted. He just wanted to enjoy the company a little more, given his revelations. And besides they were both good dancers, it would be a shame to waste the opportunity.

@Sreeya @Volene @Javier esschoolbus @LouJoVi @Apollyon

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar felt much better now that he was well fed and entertained. He chugged down water to kick the drunkenness down to a healthy buzz. He was working on a fruity drink by the time the men resolved their fight and both stumbled back to the bar. Azar watched Trodai arrive first, picking up his stool and wiping his blood off. That same polite tone coming from him as if he didn’t just partake in a brutal fight was amusing. Azar smirked at him, handing him a bottle of ice cold water. He tapped his thumb against the seal of the bottle and winked, making it obvious he hadn’t tampered with it.

“I’ve noticed,” He said as he sipped his fruity pink drink, “It’s an admirable quality. Try not to let it get you killed,” He added with a smile.

Trael sauntered over next, also covered in blood. Damn, both these guys looked fantastic as if returning from a battlefield. Azar’s gaze lingered over the rim of his drink perhaps longer than was exactly necessary. The human’s words drew out a trilling laugh, “Oh? What would you like to do if I were to grace you with my company?” He gave a teasing smile, his finger lightly tracing down the bridge of Trael’s nose. With a blink, the nose would snap painfully back into place. Furthermore, Trael would feel the pain subsiding and healing. Somewhere in the corner, Nova had started to stir, but would promptly plop right back down out cold as Azar applied a drain to her to fix Trael’s nose. Who knows, maybe she didn’t mind Force drain so much. (@Xorism @LadyRen )

He let his touch linger, looking over when Trodai cut in with his words. Azar drew back from Trael, a glint in his eye, “About time someone asked me to dance,” He said with a huff, plopping down from the bar and offering his hand to Trodai to guide them out to the floor. Azar smirked at the other man as they walked away.

He turned to face Trodai, highly entertained at the flustered man. He grabbed Trodai’s hand and placed it on his own waist, wondering if such a simple act alone would make him faint.

@Javier esschoolbus @Akheron

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael was surprised to see Azar's gaze linger, wait did he see it, or did he just wish it. Azar laughed at Trael's words if he didn't follow up with his question Trael would've been mopping the rest of the party. He was about to answer his questing when he lightly traced his nose and was quickly overcome with pain as it realigned itself. Also the pain from his hand and other injuries had subsided.

He started to go red as Azar's finger lingered. He opened his mouth to speak when all of a sudden Trodai HAD to but in and offer a dance. Azar pulled back from him and plopped down to follow Trodai. As the were walking they would hear a thud from him slamming his head into the bar. AGAIN!! He took him again!!!!

Trying to keep his calm he began looking around for a distraction when his eyes rested on the pureblood he still didn't know the name of (@Xorism). He quickly made his way to the stage as he did his rage subsided slightly. He made his way up the stage and to the song selection podium. He looked back at her, "May I have the privilege of this duet? Oh also we haven't been introduced I'm Trael." He would then select the song. "If not I'll sing by myself." He made his way next to her as the song was beginning.

@Sreeya @Akheron @Xorism

 

[Anai Skhess]

The Kaleesh listened closely as Karys gave her his response, her eyes wandering towards Azar for a moment as the pureblood starting speaking. While it was not quite the answer Anai was expecting, given how more often than not there was a line crossed when such things happened in a relationship, but it was a good answer, one that would earn a nod of approval from the Kaleesh. It was worth the try, after all, Love could bring out a lot of emotions out of a person. It was a good avenue to channel what was necessary to become a sith...After all, love was just another battlefield, wasn't it?

Seeing Karys offering her a dance, Anai would finish up her drink as well, getting up and straightening herself, the first time Karys would be able to tell that the woman was pretty much his size "Very well, would be a waste to not have fun with such a lovely voice in the background, wouldn't it?" Anai replied, linking her own arm with the sith and saying goodbye to the Twi'lek, Tym, before making their way towards the dancefloor .

Once there, she would position herself in front of Karys, grabbing him by the hands as she took a couple steps back, getting herself into a good position for their dance "I have missed dancing, I hope you can keep up with my standards, Karys" the Kaleesh told him as she started to guide his hands, putting them slightly above her waist while she wrapped her own around his neck, while Anai would let the man lead the dance for now, she chose where the hands went...She knew sith could get a bit too frisky, after all, and half the sith present had spent a big portion of the time here half-naked.

As a result, Karys would feel the slight caress of Anai's clawed fingers as they pressed softly against the back of his neck, weapons that couldn't be taken from her hands and she had to be careful with. the Kaleesh woman would dance and waite for Karys to elaborate further...Although maybe he wouldn't, this all could very well be an excuse to take her to dance, she didn't mind either way.

@Apollyon

 

[Nevizkas]

The song trailed off into the background, and the pureblood was quite happy with her performance, with only a mild flustering attempting to interfere. Ever mindful of what went on about the floor ahead of her, she'd watched the short fight break out between jaded men. Such weak willed, fragile egos broken at the first touch. Cyutadakyr didn't feel jealousy, why would she? Unlike them, she'd taken what she wanted already, while they sunk their heads in indecision.

Biting her lip, the pureblood watched, consciously keeping her hands busy toying with the machine as the Dark Side plied its delicate and tasteful tendrils around the lifeforce of a sleeping plaything. Opal eyes flicked up to the source, unspoken words filling this space and given the appearance of tranquillity, but he'd know otherwise. (@Sreeya @LadyRen)

An object of desire, although not hers, clawed his way out of defeat and upon the stage like a runner-up puppy in a fair. Glancing at him for a moment as he introduced himself, her eyes flickered between the pair dancing and him. "Seems your nose wasn't the only thing broken, Trael." Cyu held the microphone in hand, weighing up whether she wanted to do another song when another cocktail was hand-delivered to the stage.

What a bar, she thought.

"Call me Cyutadakyr." She pronounced the name in flawless ur-Kittât. She had let enough people butcher her name for their inability to speak properly. Perhaps it was time to only allow those closest to her to call her Cyu, as a term of endearment rather than a failing. "And you're on." She finally said, with a playful wink. (@Javier esschoolbus) If Ayomi was still on stage at this point, they were welcome to join in, or leave as they pleased. (@René)

 

[Karys]

Karys smiled at Anai’s response. He felt her powerful arm slide in his own. He took their leave, giving Nym a farewell nod as they headed to the dance floor. When they reached the floor Anai would find that she didn’t have to adjust and set his hands in the proper position, Karys’ slid there naturally. A devilish smirk appeared on Karys’ lips, his golden eyes flared to life as Anai’s taloned hands wrapped around the back of his neck. He leaned in slightly, maintaining eye contact and simply whispered.

“I was raised in a court Anai, I know how to dance.”

Anai would find that Karys was a practiced dancing partner, it was expected of him to understand these courtly behaviors. He would lead them through a fairly tame and basic sequence of steps before his hand slid from her waist and to the small of her back. He’d give her a slight tug and pull her in slightly.

“If you are too far away from me or our dance is too tame, they will focus on our lips instead of our bodies.” He explained smoothly.

His other hand would drag up her side, tracing up her flank, the underside of her arm, and then gently pluck one of her hands from his neck. He’d suddenly and without warning spun her around so her back was pressed to his torso. He felt a small nick on the back of his neck, her talon clipping him. Even as he guided their arms draped around her waist, black blood slowly trickled from the wound.

“I fear Azar and…” His flickered towards the stage. “…Cyutadakyr view me as weak. They will come to view me as an underling.” He explained. “And they are right, I care too much for others. It is a weakness that will undo me. I need your help purging it.” He explained.

The dance was far from traditional, Karys intended to distract from their conversation with sensation.

“If my touch makes you uncomfortable, let me know. I will cross no lines that you might have.” He breathily whispered over Anai's shoulder and into her ear.

@Versok

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai waited and as Azar tapped the lid to the ice cold water, he knew the implication. No tricks this time. That was good, he didn't fancy being a cat again just yet, although he wouldn't mind if Trael was. And so a mischievous thought occurred only to subside. He spoke in reply to his first comment initially.

"I shall try, but I make no guarantees."

As the two continued, he cut in with his attempt at asking Azar to dance. His heart pumped faster as he said yes, and he was overjoyed. Far from the wreck he had been earlier, it seemed despite Nefid's intervention it had been what he needed. The right push and now he was living his best life. Or as best a Sith could get currently. It was definitely a far cry from previously and he was seen as nothing but a troublemaker. Now others were beginning to see he was more than the sum of his parts.

He was flawed yes, but a valuable asset with some endearing qualities.

As he took Azar's hand, his giant form looming over the smaller man, he couldn't help but feel nervous. Even as he tried to treat him like the godly man thought he was. A deity. A Sith'ari as he was coming to think of it. He might not have had Adas blood but he sure had his will and fire. His Passion. If he asked he would die to defend him, even knowing he would never be his, but he didn't care.

He hadn't actually danced with a man before, only the posh snobs of aristocracy his mother forced him at times to indulge, attempts at arranging marriages but he quickly dismiss them. Much to her chagrin. He wasn't some toy to be passed about like that. At least not hers. He managed not to faint, but he was somewhat trembling. It was all still new, and like a pup be required some guidance into his first foray.

As Azar placed his massive hand upon his waist, his heart fluttered more. It was like a surreal dream, and if it was he hoped not to wake up. It was magical. He looked into Azar's eyes, even as he looked back. That smile was something, and he smelt like divinity. As the dance began, he tried to not step on Azar's toes but every now and then he couldn't help it and needed guidance. His nerves getting the better of him, despite the situation.

He was trembling. And nervous, so he talked.

He decided to ask the same question from before, only this time they were alone so he could hear it.

"So Azar, I think I mentioned before. But was interrupted. I would love for you to visit sometime, on Korriban. I live within the City of Ur, in a palace, fit for a Prince as yourself. Not sure if you heard of it. It's in the mountains."

As they twisted and turned, he enjoyed every moment. Taking in the man who had awoken him, Trodai dance was somewhat traditional yet with a few modern twists. As he put own interpretation into the mix.

"You really are a good dancer, I could do this all night if you asked. Although I don't think your heart would allow it" he joked, referring to Karys without giving it away since others were around. It was obvious he was nervous, he was rambling a bit. And when he got nervous he rambled. A distraction for his mind as he processed what was going on and what had happened tonight. It was a whirlwind of experiences, good and bad. But he wouldn't change it for the galaxy.

He decided to open himself just a little bit. Help Azar understand, why he was so withdrawn before. And perhaps a little advice if he would listen.

"You know I once had a lover myself. One of our kind. Long ago. Felt what you feel, like a dream it was, until she was stolen away....taken before her due time. Cherish every moment Azar, every breath with your heart. You never know when it will end or who might steal the time away." he again referred to Karys as his heart. He hoped he took it on board.

@Sreeya @Apollyon @Javier esschoolbus

 

[Ayomi Jakarta]

Ayomi smiled at Cyutadakyr's advice, though their brain immediately went into over-analyzing mode despite the Pureblood's advice to do the opposite. Was there such a thing as overthinking? Not to mention they'd never been good at doing the whole "having fun" thing; it was the reason they'd been a social pariah during their days at the Sith academy (well, that and the serious burns and even a couple lost limbs they'd handed out to the other acolytes during lightsaber training), and even in their adult years it wasn't something that had changed much until recently. Then again, the conversation with Cyu had started easily enough. Maybe there really wasn't all that much to it after all?

Regardless, the only way to stop thinking about things in the moment was a healthy amount of alcohol. The Tiefling downed another pair of cocktails while the Pureblood woman sang, watching the brawl between Trodai and Trael with an amused grin as Cyu's melodious voice filled the air. By the time the woman was done and the fight came to a stop, Ayomi could feel the slight weightlessness and calming peace of just the right amount of alcohol taking hold. They watched as Trael, bloodied and perhaps ego-bruised but still in once piece, made his way up to the stage alongside the Pureblood beauty; if he could perform, why not them?

They stood up from their seat at the bar, grabbing the next round of cocktails as an idea for the next song formed in their head. Given the various passions in the air throughout the bar so far during the night, why not something to spur things along? It was an older song, one that the acolytes back at the academy had enjoyed, but one Ayomi had quietly held on to as a guilty pleasure for several years.

"If you don't mind, I've got a song idea and your next drink, Cyutadakyr." the Tiefling said as they handed a cocktail to the woman, emphasizing with accented but fluent ur-Kittat the name they'd heard her tell Trael on their way over. They offered Cyu a smile; they knew how many Purebloods prefered their own language to Basic, and with such a skill under their belt why not use it? "You don't go anywhere either, I'm sure you'll love this." Ayomi added, motioning to Trael. Unless anyone had any other ideas, they went ahead to que up a new song and picked up a microphone to begin singing when the song began.

@Xorism @Javier esschoolbus

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Trodai’s nervousness was adorable and Azar smiled at him as they danced. At some point he had his arms around the taller man’s neck, his fingers lightly curling into Trodai’s hair. He let Trodai briefly lead the dance, twirling under his hand and coming around to face him. Azar was graceful on his feet, always avoiding having his own foot getting stepped on.

“I’d love to visit when my name is cleared,” He said with a glint in his eye. Would Trodai help him in that endeavor? Azar studied the other man, catching the look of wonder, lust and something else all mixed into one. He grazed his nails against the back of Trodai’s head, listening to the other man ramble as usual.

Trodai was going through an awakening. He had seen Azar dance in a lewd way, he let Azar wear his coat, he wanted to cut Azar’s food for him. All of these things made Azar incredibly happy. But it was all while Azar was being a proper diva. While he was sashaying his hips and batting his lashes.

Azar wanted to clear up all the confusions right then.

There was an abrupt pivot then as he suddenly twirled and took charge of the dance. He grasped Trodai by the hand, using the Force to make him twirl before grasping his other hand and taking on the male lead role of the dance. The eyelash batting was gone and his demeanor shifted as he effortlessly spun and twirled the other man around.

At a certain point, he shoved his foot between Trodai’s legs, making him trip backwards. Before he could hit the ground, Azar casually strolled over to catch him in a dip. His hand slid up to grasp fistfuls of his hair almost painfully as he leaned in close to the other man’s face. His eyes burned with fire, his lips inches away from Trodai’s own, “Make no mistake, Trodai, I am very much a man,” He said as he gazed down at the other man that was caught up in all sorts of confused desires, “Which means I have a cock. And it’s probably bigger than yours,” Azar gave a cruel grin, practically growling the next words, “So you better not be too proud to kneel every now and then.”

He almost kissed him, but he didn’t, snapping right back up. Azar yanked Trodai up to move in front of him, placing his hand on the taller man’s hips. With that, he pressed his hips against Trodai’s rear from behind and began to dance to the rhythm of the song.

@Akheron

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai was enjoying every minute, as they twirled and danced it seemed like it would never end, even as they shared eye contact. Fire and fire, amber to amber. And as he said he would visit a evident glow lit up his face, although he knew if he did he would have to try and keep him away from his conniving mother. She would likely try some political ploy as was her way.

But he knew some places she didn't. The springs in the mountains for instance, where he often found some time to think and clarity. He replied, no hesitation. Regardless of what happened tonight or the fact they would never be truly one, he could understand the need and want to return to the homeland. Home was where the heart is some said. And he knew it to be true.

"I would love to help with that, I know what it's like to not be able to go home. You above all deserve to see the homeland again, it's the least I can do. A gesture of my thanks for tonight and all you taught me. A prince deserves to see his kingdom. Forgive me...a Sith'ari."

Dancing around he heard a familiar song and couldn't help shake his hips, encouraging Azar to join him. Even in his nervousness. He might be a diva but so could he when he wanted to be, and he was going to show him just how much he could be. As Azar took control it shook him a moment before he let him guide him in ways no-one had. Not for a long time. Not since her. Rora Sarasashi iv-Hekk, he recalled the name. She had been his fire. His heart. And someone had stolen it from him, replaced it with a black hole that had until now been a abyss. And he had in turn became a nameless terror. He thought upon it a single moment. They had better prey he never found them, or he would string their entrails up and eat their heart. Taking what they took from him.

As Azar grasped his hand, gripped his hair and played with it, his heart was thumping faster with each minute. It was intoxicating and exotic and he wanted it. Needed it, craved it. The allure of his power and seductive techniques were a far cry from what he was used too. But it was invigorating. Power became desire, and desire surrender.

Passion.

He knew now he was wrong to doubt. This was what it meant to be Sith. To live within restraint, without fear of the unknown. To be free. He had broken one chain he wondered what would happen if he broke the rest. He would endeavour to find out. Being tripped caught him off guard and he was in brief shock, laughing a little as Azar caught him and treated him like a Prince himself.

For was he not noble. And did he not deserve to be treated as such. Better than a commoner, than that human. Who he could see giving him a glare as he sung. It made him chuckle to think that he suffered on his account. He lost the game they had been playing, and now he would sit at the losers table.

Azar made him laugh at the comments, deciding despite his nerves to tease him, himself. He elected to return the favour. As Azar lips came close, the urge to just reach a little further and pull him close was undeniable. The tension high. He was on fire and ready to be inducted by a true master.

"As am I and share the same advantage. You offering to compare and see just who wins that contest?" He teased and quipped "I'm not so proud as to not kneel before a Sith'ari. And learn. But if you do want me to kneel you just have to ask politely. Or we can tussle and see who kneels first. Your not the only Prince here your majesty." he chuckled, yet wasn't quite sure why he said it but at the same time he enjoyed saying it. A little defiance. For he too was a noble, a prince. As they gryrated his nerves were slipping away, as he and Azar twirled as one. Bumping rears, he felt chills and his heart skipped a few beats.

His cravings and desire were skyrocketing.

His Passion was hard not to feel. Burning hotter than the twin suns of Tatooine or of Korriban. He wanted Azar, even if he wasn't his entirely. A small piece was enough for him. He wasn't greedy. A taste of what he might find on his own eventually. And he wanted a taste right now. A taste of a Sith'ari. A start to a new beginning.

He shot a brief glance to Nefid, using what his Master, Caerllion taught him. Telepathically he spoke.

"Thank you."

@Sreeya @Javier esschoolbus @Apollyon @Volene

 

[Nakoa Singh]

To the tune of sultry karaoke songs, Singh swept smoothly in. Subtle swagger in their stride, they stepped from the section starring strippers and Skelgok's special smuggler's moon sabacc. Since they'd needed to stop by Nar Shaddaa anyway, Nakoa figured he might as well take the time to have some fun. Dressed shamelessly in color with half his shirt undone to reveal tattoos and all. Multiple piercings, rings, and wristwear were the usual for their casual style.

Ink-black braids swayed softly as they took a look around. First thing he noticed was the biohazard tape across the upper-level stairs. The fuck? The second thing, though? A handful of Sith purebloods. One familiar face up on stage, one big one dancing with a Kaleesh who looked kinda familiar, another pair dancing on the floor- one more familiar face there, Nakoa noted to himself with utter bemusement. What was this, some kind of Sith night out? That might explain the disaster upstairs.

He the bar to grab a tequila on the way to the stage, keeping a safe distance from a sick-looking twi'lek and her pile of fries and checking out the dance floor. Azar was busy enjoying himself and killing that outfit during his fiery dance with the unfamiliar fellow covered in black-and-yellow leather. How the latter wasn't overheating, Nakoa had no idea. That Kaleesh lady with the big guy moved smooth as hell, and- wait, was that Karys? Nah, Karys hadn't been that tall. Hmm.

Nakoa downed his drink and joined the crowd of clubbers in dancing to Spakira. The Wrean somehow found himself dancing with a pretty jacked Lasat who ended up going full grind on the shorter Wrean.

 

[Anai Skhess]

"Were you now? Well, I did dance with royalty before...I'll make sure to draw your best moves out of you as well." Anai confidently replied back. Many years ago, back when she was an acolyte she had learned that she had quite a knack for dancing, she was just glad Karys was as confident in his abilities as she was.

Moving smoothly and in sync with his dancing partner, performing the basic dance moves they had started with flawlessly and immediately letting herself be pulled closer without a hint of surprise on her expression, but her heartbeat would start getting slightly faster, she knew that they were about to step it up next "Very well, lets kick it up a notch, shall we?" She whispered back, her smile changing from one of politeness to genuine enjoyment.

The Kaleesh woman spun around gracefully, letting the sith guide her before leaning against him torso, she would look at him over her shoulder as he talked, not even breaking eye contact as she slowly raised the clawed hand that had drawn blood and licked it off. "Must find yourself in a hard position because of this don't you? To ask another sith that you have just met for help" She whispered back, although the words were a bit harsh, she was trying not to sound too judgemental. She understood why he had decided this and why he had chosen her out of everyone. He couldn't ask his friends about such matters when the goal was to become their equals, and among the people currently present, she was one of the two people that had been in the order the longest.

"I'll make sure you become a proper boon to the sith, someone that will bend the galaxy to his will, I owe our order that much." After all, she was already at a point where she should've taken an acolyte under her wing. While Karys was far from that by now, teaching the newer sith was an important task, even if they could become her rivals in the future.

The Kaleesh let out an uncharacteristically soft giggle as Karys told her to make sure to let him know, should she feel uncomfortable "As long as you don't get too close to the zones you might expect, you'll be fine, everything else..." Anai suddenly moved one of Karys' hands out of the way, bringing the other one up before quickly spinning around and stepping backwards once more and pulling him closer, now able to look at him completely into his eyes. "...Is allowed."

With a playful, devilish smile on her face, Anai gently pushed Karys back and spinned him around herself and then into a dip. This was Anai at her boldest, when she was enjoying herself the most. It could be seen in her smile, in her eyes as she looked at a fellow dancer that had decided to do something similar (@Sreeya).

She let Karys dangle from her arm a while longer before looking back at him and pulling him up. From that point onwards, they would kick it up a notch, Anai would either take charge or "fight" for it with Karys, either way, she was going to enjoy it to the fullest. They had discussed what they needed to discuss, now it was time to have fun.

@Apollyon

 

[Nevizkas]

As it turned out, Cyutadakyr didn't mind at all, taking the cocktail in hand for a quick sip and the microphone in the other excitedly. The pureblood was glad to see Ayomi had overcome any concerns they may have had and instead joined her on the karaoke floor where they could finally let loose and enjoy themselves. Neither did the song choice, Ayomi selected, disappoint.

The beat was a clear banger, best suited for powerful dance moves, allowing Cyu to drop subconsciously into its groves and sway along. Circling around the stage, the pureblood took turns dancing between Trael and Ayomi allowing her hips to dictate the pace until the crescendo of a chorus arrived.

A wide smile crest her face as the flood of liquor, remaining spice in her system and the crowd of eyes watching in the distance her every move. Inflamed with passion, engorged with the beat and drawing faster paced breaths, the tune carried her effortlessly across the stage until the song came near to close.

All sung out, Cyutadakyr grinned profusely thanking her two singing companions before taking the cocktail glass in hand again, making her way down off the stage. "Singh?" Her voice sounded surprised, almost bumping into them as if seeing them for the first in many years. Well, truth be told they'd barely done anything together at the last job they'd worked, but that was ancient history.

Looking back for a second, she waved Ayomi to come meet someone and practice their confidence some more. (@René )

@René @Javier esschoolbus @Mr. Teatime

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael was still fumbling through the music when the pure blood responded to him. He gave her a dry smile, “It was the only thing that hasn’t been in the past.” She then game him her name in Ur-Kittat. “Cyu-ta-da-kyr. Cyutadakyr, nice to meet you.” It was painfully obvious his ur-Kittat needed practice but the pronunciation was passable.

He took his place ready to began singing when the Ayomi (@René) had made her way onto the stage and picked a song. The song was a classic amongst his class of Champions. He hit the salsa dance as he couldn’t help but watch and get influenced by Cyutadakyr dancing.

As the song ended and the others began going their own ways he made his way back to the bar. He felt oddly sober but it may have been from the dancing and getting his head smashed on the bar. He ordered a cocktail and another burger and fries as his got ruined.

@Xorism

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar was focused on the dance at first, but all of that went out the window when Trodai uttered that one single word. A word that meant nothing to the greater galaxy, but meant everything to him. A word most Purebloods didn’t dare utter anymore. All of a sudden, the sight, sound, smells of the club blurred into an abstract around him. If Trodai looked, he would see Azar’s eyes physically change, his mind thrown into the plane of the Force. One where he could see his home.

Sith'ari.

He saw envisions of himself ascending a throne, legions of military forces sprawled before. He saw Zygerrian slaves bowing before him alongside his own men. He tasted power, he touched fate, he grasped and yanked whatever he pleased. His fingers dug into Trodai’s hips as his mind was thrown into a chaotic, astral plane laced with ecstasy. The ecstasy of power, that rush of strict and overwhelming control, one that perhaps only Adas had experienced. And one Azar ached to taste and take for himself.

He did not need a prophecy. He would write his own.

“Call me that again,” Azar whispered huskily as he grasped Trodai by the throat, forcing the man to look at him with his eyes burning like fire as he pressed the larger man against himself, “Say it again,” He growled, “Tell me what I am,” The Force surged through him powerfully. Behind him, rows of glasses and cups shattered. Cracks ran through the bar stools, streaking across the bar. Plates cracked and the rumble of the Dark Side of the Force rippled through the floors and around them like the soft tremors of a milder earthquake.

Azar didn’t see anything before him, he only felt that call to purpose, that adrenaline rush, that high from that term being uttered. Not just uttered, but to hear it from another Pureblood. Rage, desire, ambition, chaos, vengeance, determination, purpose and power all clashed into one. It reminded Azar that he was all of those things bound into a single form. And he needed only to reach out and take.

@Akheron

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

As they danced and Trodai revealed in the moment, every moment he was finally smiling properly. His teeth displayed, sharpened to a point. He could see something, feel something as Azar eyes looked into his own. Into his soul. It was his moment and he was revelling in it. He enjoyed despite his nerves the reaction he had given Azar. Although he had not known it would be quite as effective as it was.

But he liked seeing this side of Azar. The pure Power as objects shook.

Power he aspired to obtain himself someday, perhaps soon. He thought of the future. Him, Azar and Karys altogether, to blaze a path through the galaxy. Burning the starways and bathing in the blood of their enemies. A deadly trio. Anything was possible given time and patience. He could see visions of himself standing alongside this Sith'ari and his heart. Proud, deadly and a lethal enforcer to their will.

He craved it.

He chuckled, enjoying it as they continued dancing, and now his nerves were subsiding he was finding his rhythm and dancing like he was born to it. He saw a blaze light up in Azar eyes, a intense fire. A fire he wanted and adored. Just as he adored Karys fire. Come to think of it he thought, both were Sith'ari. It was a revelation. One of many tonight. For why should there be just one? Who said there had to be? There was no rule against such a thing. As Azar dug his fingers into his hips he felt the pain. Karys may have had Azar heart, but they both, Karys and Azar had his heart.


He enjoyed it. What he had done, the reaction, beyond care or thought. And time. Feeling emotions and thoughts he dreamed he would never feel again in his lifetime. Feelings he thought he had lost. Sunken in the abyss of what he was becoming. Who he had become. He desired the two. But for now Azar would be the one he enjoyed. Unless Karys joined them. Or so he hoped, and it was obvious his efforts were working on Azar at least.

To say the word and cause such a reaction, especially in Azar. it was exquisite and intoxicating all the more. The diva had become like putty in his arms at the word and he laughed at the realisation. He listened intently as he asked Trodai to again say it. Even as the room shook, he enjoyed being the cause.

Perhaps Karys would come. And both desires would become true.

As Trodai throat was grabbed, he revelled in it, the pain and the feeling. Azar staring at him, fire in his eyes. The power as the Darkside roiled. Azar asked again and he obliged willingly. Teasing at first as he was pressed close.

"Call you what? Oh, you mean this."

He spoke, seductive and showing that now he held the power. The control, to say it again or deny him. He would not deny him, he couldn't. Or Karys.

"Sith'ari. You and Karys both are Sith'ari. For I have had a revelation, I believe there can be more than one. Who says there cannot? For how can can we and our people become stronger if we do not evolve. Learn from our mistakes."

He let the words sink in. It was his truth. He whispered, he didn't want other ears to hear save Azar and Karys. That is if Azar chose to tell him. He hoped so. To see his Passion. To feel it. Feel his Strength.

"You two are the Darkside...the Darkness incarnate. Forces of nature, of fury and passion, everything I aspire to be. I have seen it tonight with my own eyes. Twin Sith'ari. Yet I know it has only been can short time but I can't deny what I think, what I feel. Karys has your heart. But you both, Karys and you Azar have mine. Both pieces that complete my puzzle."

He breathed, his heart thumping at what he was saying, and the possible implications. His nerves making him tremble. "I would die for you both. bathe the star ways in blood and bring the galaxy to it's knees. A unholy trinity. You, Azar and Karys complete me. Two halves and I in the middle. I want it, crave it."

He breathed again, still he trembled. Stumbling into uncharted territory. But the feelings it invoked and what he felt could not be denied. "You need only say you want it. I however accept whatever outcome is chosen. Karys and you, two hearts together and I the plaything. I don't care. To serve my two Sith'ari would be enough."

He had noticed, he was rambling again. His nerves and Passion on fire. He wondered what both would think.

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[Ayomi Jakarta]

The ability of the alcohol to ease Ayomi's nerves was allowing them a much greater sense of calm than they might have otherwise had, standing up in front of so many other Sith and singing along to their chosen song. They focused on Trael next to them and the dancing Cyutadakyr weaving her way between the two instead of the gathered group below them, literally shaking off the nerves as they followed the Pureblood woman's lead and swayed back and forth to the beat of the song.

The song finally came to a close and they put down the mic, laughing with a light blush on their face as they looked around for something to drink. Damn their throat was parched after that. They sauntered down from the stage, spotting Cyutadakyr standing next to an unknown Wrean and waving the Tiefling over. Grabbing a new drink from the bar on the way over, Ayomi made their way over to the pair with a slight warmth to their face from the drinks and a looser sway in their hips than at any other point in the evening.

"Hello there, I don't believe we've met." They told the Wrean. "I'm Ayomi."

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[Karys]

Karys smiled at Anai’s words. He wasn’t technically royalty, he never was. Karys has been nobility, a member of Pureblood aristocracy on Ziost. A Sadowling that has clung to stagnate and decaying ways. A disappointment to his forefather, Naga Sadow but now also a traitor to his memory.

“In a different life.” He replied briefly with a confident smile on his face. “Well then Champion Skhess, I had best not keep you waiting with baited breath.” He teased playfully.

As the pair went through their initial steps, warming up for the real show. Karys got comfortable, he learned the spacing of her gait. He paid attention to the subtle twist at her hips when she made to turn one way or another. He began to learn how Anai danced.

Her response to Karys tugging her into him only solidified her experience. Karys grinned at the revelation. He saw the shift to sincerity on her lips, she was enjoying herself. It was an expression that Karys mirrored subconsciously before stifling an amused and happy laugh.

As the music shifted and Karys spun Anai into him, he found that her hips did, in fact, not lie. Neither did her words. In fact, they gave Karys another momentary pause which caused him to fall off beat for half a heartbeat. She was right, him coming to her was another weakness. He didn’t need to be shown how to be Sith, he just had to do the hard part on him own. He gave an uneasy exhale as he realized what he had to do next.

There could be no unanswered challenges. There could be no rivals. There could be no Param.

Her next words drew him from his internal musings and back into the moment, with her. Karys flashed her a charming smile. “Actually, you’ve already given me more direction than you could ever know.” He replied cooly.

Anai would give Karys a sound he’d only ever heard escape Azar’s lips. A giggle. Karys quirked an eyebrow ridge at her and then chuckled in reply. But her reply to his insurance of consent illicited a grin from Karys. “Good.” He practically purred. “Let’s make someone blush then.”

Karys wouldn’t have to wait long. Anai would take a more dominant role in their dance. She spun him around and then caught him in her arms and dipped him. This time Karys gasped before laughing, his golden eyes reflected nothing but pure joy when he gazed at Azar and his partner.

When Anai jerked him back up, she would find that Karys wasn’t a submissive dance partner. He’d struggle against her for control over their patterns. They would dance like two Sith intertwined and vying for dominance. It was a playful exercise of their philosophies and lifestyle. It was one Karys quickly came to enjoy.

“You know Anai, I hear the Umbaran Academy has a dance class on Tuesdays.” He brought up. “Would you consider being my dance partner on a more permanent basis?” He asked as he pulled her closer, pressing her body to his own.

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[Anai Skhess]

"Then perhaps..." Anai looked at the sith pureblood with interest as he talked again, she did not expect to leave a mark so soon, yet he stated she had helped him already "You just needed to hear the words that you have already told yourself in the past, a little push to do what you know must be done." Anai had learned to be quite perceptive, that he had even approached her with this meant that he had been awared of his own shortcomings for a while...But it would hopefully end today "Welcome to the world of champions, Karys."

Their dance would be an spectacle to behold, it would take a lot for Anai to be comfortable getting so physical with a man, so reserved and hesitant to other people's touch normally...But when it came to dancing, all of that went out of the window. Their dancing would be quite impressive as they stepped up their game, a passionate show of what a sith should stand by as each of them fought to lead the other.

"Well, Karys, you hardly need to be taught how to dance" She replied back as her body pressed against Karys', who would feel her quickened heartbeart from the heat of the dance as much as she could feel his "But this has been quite fun and I like the idea of going there and draw many jealous gazes from those less skilled" The Kaleesh elaborated as she wrapped her arms around the man's neck once more, with how close they were, he would feel the slight poke of her tusk against his neck, but it was clear she had been careful about that...Wouldn't want to impale her newest dance partner on accident, after all "I accept."

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[Karys]

The dance, the struggle for dominance, the passion burned in every step of their dance. It was intoxicating to a being like Karys. By the end of their entanglement Karys had pulled Anai in. Her body flushed with the heat of exertion was pressed against his. Karys grinned as he felt her tusk press against his neck.

Part of the fun was the danger of it all.

One of his hands left the small of Anai’s back. His finger teasingly dragged up the ivory tusk to the point at his throat. He chuckled but didn’t pull away from the sensation. He didn’t flinch as her taloned hands wrapped around the back of his neck again. Instead he met her gaze unwaveringly.

“I was just about to say the same to you.” He almost purred.

This was all part of the game to Karys. The building of passions and desire just fueled him. Their dance exemplified that perfectly. Karys sighed as the adrenaline faded from his system. His thundering heart began to slow to a steadier pace.

And then he smiled at Anai’s response.

“Perfect.” He whispered in reply.

Karys would drop his hand from her tusk to fish his EZPhone from his pocket. He’d hold it up to Anai to take and enter her information, a grin on his face.

“I’ll text you, yeah?” He asked, his one arm relaxing and letting her peel away from him.

If she chose.

@Versok