Open Social The Sith are back in town

[Mjan Adas iv Sadow]

Mjan walked with Trodai and listened attentively, taking note of the two he mentioned before hand. His entourage stayed in place, standing almost stoic as Mjan waved them to stay as he placed his arms behind himself. It was great to see the younger Adas blossoming so well amidst the Order even he sometimes took it to the extreme, similar to what the Bounty placed on his head was for. He simply smiled and acknowledged his brother's words.

As the two made their initial approach, Mjan noticed the two men dancing together, Azar, whom was of Pureblood decent and the other one he did not recognize as much. As Azar's friend @Vossari Khaldun took the drink, it mattered little to him and his attentioned turned to @Azar Kressh.

"Indeed. There are some who would wish the purity of our religion and namesake become nothing more but legends, but I would see it thrive into a new Era." He spoke in reply, crossing his arms and stroking the tendrils that hung from his chin. "But my brother was simply introducing me, and your time seems preoccupied, so we will take our leave. Have a wonderful evening."

The last portion was more inclined to both Azar and Vossari, and as the two twirled away across the inlaid dance floor, Mjan's black eyes lingered only but for a moment on Azar before he turned back after his younger sibling. Trodai had indeed made some powerful allies in his time as an Acolyte, the same of which couldn't be said for Mjan. There was a sense of pride over Trodai in that notion.

The next introduction was one that intrigued Mjan the most. When the Twi'lek spoke, it was upon the mind and not of her lips, her power in the Darkside almost harmonically intertwined. It was something Mjan sought in kinship, his leagues of journey spent in meditation upon it's primordial existence. With a grin upon his face, his shielded mind did not waiver to her suggestion. Instead, he gave an honest reply.

"I have aspirations like many here." He spoke, his undertone prideful and yet his words held a semblance of confidence that he would attain his aspirations, something that he hadn't even spoken to Trodai of. "But they will come when the time is right. What about you, mi'lady?"

 

[Karys]

Karys gave a polite, forced smile to Caer before his gaze flickered back to Cyu. “We drop them off and then we party.” He silently mouthed to her before turning his head back to Caer. He listened to the man’s plight with a look of faux concern and understanding on his face. “Of course, Caer. Come let me help you over to the lounge.” He replied with a tone of concern in his voice.

Karys would guide Caer over to the lounge area and help him sit at a relatively quick pace. He was essentially telling the Annfyn that while he was helping, he had other things he’d rather be doing. Namely, some of the condensed spice in pill form that was being carried and served by a floating droid, and of course he’d rather be dancing with Cyu.

“Alright, stay here. Relax. Don’t drink anything else from Azar, okay?” He asked after giving Caer some rapid-fire instructions. “I’ll catch you later Caer, have fun.” Karys said as he sauntered off, leaving the Anfynn on his own in the lounge.

Karys quickly moved to the droid and plucked four pills from the tray that was proffered. Two were for him and two were for Cyu. Karys would make his way back over to Cyu and stand a few feet behind Ayomi. Once Cyu had taken care of the Tiefling, he’d show her the spice he’d procured for them. He’d down the two for him and offer Cyu her pair.

“No more distractions, just a good time.” He promised her with a smirk once he swallowed his pills.

Karys would offer his hand once more for Cyu to take and then guided the pair of them towards the center of the dancefloor. He wanted to be in the middle of the crowd when the spice kicked in, he wanted to feel the music as it pulsed in his chest. He wanted to lose himself to the night.

@LouJoVi @René @Xorism

 

[Vossari Khaldun]

Vossari mouthed a 'thanks' to the pair of Sith brothers who seemed ever-so-pleasant and shared their drinks freely. Acts of generosity went a long way on Nar Shadda.

Ever the charming dance partner, Vossari continued to sweep around the dance floor with Azar. Their touch was electric, magnetic, pulling them together in a swirl. Vossari's gaze traveled across Azar, from the rows of neat tattoos that sat on his muscular, red frame to his face. He seemed genuinely happy. Vossari wasn't sure he had seen Azar so joyful yet. Certainly, the drinks played a role, but deep down they hoped it was the company, too.

He remembered the words Azar had said on Umbara. 'Plaything.' It almost embarrassed him to enjoy this moment, this dance, so much, but he did. The laughter was energetic, the movement sensual, their timing together impeccable. Vossari just wanted to let the song run back, again and again, in an endless, moving embrace. He swept his arms under Azar's shoulders and pulled him in tighter.

Vossari, sheepishly, broke eye contact from the sith. "All I needed was to dance..." He uttered, quietly, lacking any of his typical bravado. It was, obviously, not all they wanted, but to hope for more felt like folly. Like setting themself up for failure. Vossari had done that far too much.

But they wanted to cement a moment of joy. Vossari trailed a tattooed arm up Azar's neck, to his chin. He raised Azar's lips close to his own, so close they could see the goosebumps forming on each other's skin. Amber hues met yellow as the Acolyte batted his eyes to a soft close. Wordlessly, Vossari brought their lips to meet.

Briefly. Vossari pulled away, almost instantly fearful that his action would result in him getting slammed across the room. As the crowded dancefloor pulsated with energy around them, Vossari's eyes searched Azar's face for meaning, for confirmation. His face cooled, losing vulnerable tenderness to return to bombast. "Anything more intense, you'll have to wait for later." He smirked, taking in another sip of his drink. Sweat formed on his brow, as he let his fingers twirl through Azar's hair.

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar expected confidence, swagger, boldness. Vossari was always loud, always had a lot to say, always ran their mouth far more than they should. He expected that energy now, but instead he was surprised to see an almost nervous face gazing back at him. The music began to blur into an abstract as Azar gazed into those amber hues. The sultry look on Azar’s face slowly shifted towards surprise.

“Vossa-” He barely began as a whisper before the acolyte closed the distance. Azar had kissed them before, but he hadn’t given it much thought then. He paid attention this time, and he could feel the tenderness, the passion, the desire that went several levels deep. Vossari drew back quickly, an almost fearful gaze on their face. As if they expected to be struck. What had the other Champions been doing to them?

Azar stared at them, but he purposely clutched onto the front of their clothing to keep them from drawing back further. The drinks were swirling in his mind, and he felt a rush of many things. The Pureblood stepped closer, reaching a hand up to slide along the side of Vossari’s face, “Falling for me will only bring you ruin, little fish,” He said quietly with his face close against the Wrean’s. There was no rage or anger there, just those vibrant yellow eyes staring into their own, “If you want to play, keep your heart locked up,” He whispered as he traced kisses along Vossari’s jawline as he added the next part in ur-Kittat, “Because I don’t want to break it..” He finished, stealing another tender kiss before drawing back.

“Come on, we can’t miss the rest of the party all night,” Azar said playfully as he grabbed Vossari by the hand and dragged them back towards the others.

He decided he wanted another drink and he glanced over at the others. He briefly looked at Nefid (@Volene ), silently asking if she needed a social rescue while being crowded by Pureblood brothers. Next, he spotted Karys (@Apollyon ) and Cyutadakyr (@Xorism ) dancing. The sight drew out a faint smile. Now that he was in a far better mood, he could actually appreciate how good Karys looked even in those basic clothes, his defined muscles on display. He wouldn’t interrupt their dance, continuing till he arrived at the bar.

Azar grabbed drinks for both himself and Vossari, looking over to spot Tralala (@Javier esschoolbus ). He chuckled quietly as he eyed the other man, leaning himself against the bar, “Why is the host here by himself?” Azar asked with a teasing tone before grabbing a drink for him as well, “Do you feel like giving me another lecture about fashion? ” He laughed playfully, clearly drunk as he took another sip and looked away towards the dance floor, "Talk to me, I like the sound of your voice."

@Fine Dining Set

 

[Param Vour]

Another celebration. They'd never gone very well for Param, but here she was. She was wearing something extravagant, showing off just how much wealth she'd suddenly come into. If she couldn't spend drug money on dresses, then the only other thing would be ships and mercenaries; didn't seem like such a bad idea to buy a wardrobe of dresses for special occasions. A small black purse hung over her shoulder, holding a credit card and her vibro-blade, and there was a small bouquet of flowers in her hands.

It was a shame that seemed over dressed for the occasion though. Some Sith were dancing. Others were gambling. Ayomi was drunk as all shit. Good for them. Param gave them a smile, though she would probably wouldn't see it. Even her Acolyte, Vossari was here. By the looks of them, they were about to have a really great night with the potion master. Her smile deepened. If anyone deserved a bit of happiness it was certainly Vossari. Learning echani martial arts and marrying it with the brutality of Sith fighting styles was not an easy task, and they most likely had the bruises to prove it.

Karys and Cyu were dancing. Of course they'd known each other. It seemed the circle of Sith grew smaller every day. She walked over to the duo, every movement graceful and smooth, completely becoming of a full blooded echani. After their conversation she'd been cold to Karys, but there was no real hint of that now with a warm smile on her lips. She had forgivven him, and forgivven the Sith, despite everything.

Without a word, she plucked a fiery looking flower from the bouquet and handed it to Karys. She turned to Cyu, plucking a hibiscus flower from the group and sliding it in her dark hair. The rest of the bouquet was set down on a nearby table as she rejoined the two. She was... happy?

@Xorism @Apollyon

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai stood a moment and upon seeing that his half-hour seemed to be engaged in some kind telepathic conversation, took a look around. He spoke briefly.

"Excuse me a moment."

Listening to the music he found it quite dull, especially when people appeared to be moving slowly. It was time to do something unexpected, something they would not expect and perhaps change some perceptions. Who knows he thought he might even get genuine surprise out of Cyutadakr too. So far the two had not got along, even despite his attempt to remedy the situation.

Instead she had been as stubborn and feisty as a tu'kata hound.

With the herbal laced liquor making him feel merry and jovial, Trodai made his way to the dj booth and put in a request. Shortly after the music stopped briefly as the dj made it known a personal request had been made. And Trodai was standing on the stage, big enough for three people holding something resembling a microphone. He allowed the dj to get the beat, before beginning the surprising yet impromptu performance. No doubt even his brother would be amused, if he took notice.

Soon enough and he opened his mouth and began.

Spoiler

How good at singing is Trodai.
Roll D20: 10

Music Theme and Lyrics On Big Screen

Trodai began with a bow before singing. Despite the years it appeared he hadn't much lost his voice as many and was a fairly good singer. At best average even despite his state. His voice was quite something with the distinct Korriban accent. He looked towards the crowd, encouraging and engae, hoping they might start dancing and joining in if they wished with the lyrics. For the moment he would act every bit the performer. And if someone wanted a go he would let them.

@Volene @Mythos @All

 

[Karys]

Karys’ golden eyes were massive, his pupils were pin pricks. He was laughing as he danced with Cyu, simply enjoying their dance and the feeling of the music as the beat rippled through him. That was until a sobering sight approached him. Param.

The last two times they had spoken, she had been ice to him. He had pulled her from a tree and rushed her to the infirmary and she’d been cold to him then. His smile died at the sight of her. In its place was a frown, his eyes narrowed and his jaw tightened.

He was wordless as she approached him. She smiled as she gave him a flower. Just a few weeks ago he would have been happy to see her and invited her to dance with them. But now all he saw a fucking flower and a cheap wordless apology. She tried to act as if nothing was wrong, like nothing had happened. Karys’ presence darkened as rage bled into it.

“What are you doing here little Echani?” He spat. “The last we spoke you made your beliefs clear.” He continued, his voice trembled with rage and pain. “You spat on our Order, on what’s left of our culture.” His eyes would flickered down to Cyu. “I carried your broken body to the infirmary and you treated me like a stranger. Like a fucking grotthu.” He hissed. “Did you think a fucking flower would make things better? Did you think it would fix it?” He asked incredulously. “Keep your fucking flower Param.” He told her as he dropped it to the floor.

Karys wouldn’t wait around for a response. He no longer wanted to dance. He his high was ruined and so was his mood. Instead he made his way to the bar and ordered a drink. Rage and hurt blinded him to everything, even Azar standing just a few feet away.

@Sreeya @Xorism @TheDudeMike

 

[Nevizkas]

Ayomi seemed to be in good hands, partially due to her help and partly their heroic tiefling biology coming to the rescue. Spotting Karys racing over, Cyu eyed the small bag of fun he'd brought along as a treat with a smile. Popping two, she took his arm back toward the dance floor as the song changed to something more lively.

The beat of the song, the playful movements as their limbed moved to and fro along the floor with spice and alcohol in their veins. This is what life was all about, living in the moment and enjoying every second of it. A large smile crest her face while the pair danced the stresses and turmoil of the night away, if only that moment could have last.

In her peripheral, Cyutadakyr spotted the personification of moonlight, the illustrious Miss Vour in all her splendour. Flashing a quick smile, and mouthing hello, Cyu wanted nothing more than to continue dancing as Param pulled out the pretty little flowers for them.

Suddenly, the music abruptly changed as a high-pitched choir boy took the stage, providing an interesting background to the situation unfolding on the dance floor. Cyu hadn't been aware of any drama between her two close friends, and Karys' sudden mood shift and outburst caught her completely by surprise.

Perplexed, even glaring at the dude just simmering away, like bruh, did you just abandon me on the floor?

Pulling the flower from the floor and into her hand with the force, Cyu twirled the pretty thing between her fingers and offering it back. Looking at Param with a concerned, but we're going to talk about this later look, she was almost fuming. "I swear to the seven moons of Korriban, if I can't finish a single simple dance, I'm going on a bender." Extending a hand to Miss Vour, they could dance if they want to. They could leave their friends behind.

@Apollyon @TheDudeMike

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar had front row seats to whatever bullshit was unfolding in front of him. He was steadily getting more buzzed. Which meant that he wasn’t his normal cool, collected self. He was just recovering from irrational anger, and now he felt a surge of emotions pouring through the bond he shared with Karys. He didn’t have to hear any dialogue to know that the white haired woman was the cause of it.

The same woman Karys rushed to save in the garden. The same woman that was ultimately responsible for that entire mess Azar had to clean up on Zygerria.

Karys rushed to the bar, but Azar’s focused remained fixed ahead. He calmly took a sip from his drink, yellow eyes narrowing as he watched Cyutadakyr placate that same woman. The music changed to something catchy and Azar casually bobbed his head to the rhythm, getting into the vibe.

At the same time, the Force spiraled around Param, pooling from both the hot environment and Azar’s own brand of alchemy. With a combination of both, a spark of fire would begin at the bottom of Param’s dress. With the material, the dress design, and Azar’s nudging, the flame would burst out into a full on inferno to engulf the dress and travel up her body. It was a manufactured, alchemy enforced fire and it wouldn’t be suppressed so easily. Unless someone had a particular mastery of alchemy, they wouldn’t be able to detect who had done this. It was a room full of Sith.

Azar never stopped bobbing to the music, throwing back his drink and calmly preparing the glass for his next choice of weapon if his target figured it out and turned on him. He hoped Param would simply run away with Cyu in tow and 'leave their friends behind', but he was more than prepared to fight while emotions were charged and the Dark Side was all too willing to obey him.

@Xorism @TheDudeMike

 

[Ayomi Jakarta]

Ayomi let the combined forces of Karys (@Apollyon), the newly-introduced Cyutadakyr (@Xorism), and Caer (@LouJoVi) guide them over to an empty side table where they finally sat down, nearly falling over in the chair before stabilizing themselves. Why was the room still dancing? And the music kept changing colors. The Tiefling let out a random, yet light-hearted giggle that turned into a full-out laugh; something people might expect out of a partygoer laughing at a good joke, not the typically stoic and cold Sith champion.

They recovered from the laughing fit just long enough to accept a pill from Cyu without question, barely registering what it is they had to say as they took it. In just a minute or two, the combination of the pill the Pureblood woman had given Ayomi and a pair of already powerful livers seemed to make quick work of the alcohol they'd ingested earlier. What in hell had they drank anyways? Their red eyes blinked, looking around at the scene around them as realizations came flooding back into the Tieflings' mind. Oh gods they'd been dancing, DANCING of all things, IN FRONT OF PEOPLE. Surely all the Sith would see them as a fool know, if for some reason they didn't already. They noticed Caer sitting next to them; their memory of the dancefloor was sitll quite hazy. They hadn't kissed him or anything like that, had they?

"Ughhhh... Caer, was it? I'm sorry about whatever just happened, I uh... I got in over my head with a drink, it won't happen again." Ayomi told the Annfyn, hands clenched into fists on the table and face staring straight into their lap.

 

[Param Vour]

Param’s smile never faded as Karys went on his tirade. Yes, she had been cold to him. Yes, she was guilty of everything he accused. Except for spitting on the order and his culture. She had told him once already that she’d rather see his kind on the throne of the Order. She’d rather see his culture flourish as it once had. The only question in her mind for him was what had she said to even get him so angry in the first place? He had come to her crying, and now he was fuming away. Oh well, she had forgiven herself, and come to grips with her sins.

Plucking the fiery flower from the air as Cyu gave it to her with the Force, she slid it in her silver hair. She tilted her head, giving Cyu an understanding look. “We have a lot to catch up on. Least I can do is allow you to finish a dance,” she said, taking Karys place as her dance partner. “I saw you visited the Garden Spot. How did you like it?”

It was at that moment Param felt heat. Not just a instant heat, but flaming hot. She looked down just in time to catch flames riding up her dress. Param was quick, echani reflexes working in overdrive as she repulsed the Force outward from herself, including the dress that was on fire. She was no quick enough to escape a few burns on her stomach, collar, and upper arms, though.

With the dress in flames on pieces on the floor, and Param standing stark naked, she used the Force to pull the vibro-knife in her purse to her hand, not caring of the burns that seared her palms from the hot hilt. There was one pair of eyes on her, and only one. The Potionmaster.

Her eyes stayed a cool silver, her silver hair singed but not burned flowing behind her as she moved. She stopped a meter away; far enough away to not cause the Potionmaster any true alarm, but close enough that a Sith Champion like themselves could start a very different kind of dance entirely. “Did I offend you?” she spat, her words venom.

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar rolled his eyes as the woman walked over to confront him, holding a cute little vibroblade. His initial impulse was to break her neck as she strolled over. He couldn’t tell which was brighter - the strobe lights or a naked Param. The Pureblood watched calmly, finishing up his drink as he thought of the various weapons at his disposal from the bar and his unique skills in the Force.

“No, but you offended him,” Azar jutted his head towards Karys (@Apollyon )without looking at the man, “Apologize to him and I won’t make your insides melt out of every opening you’ve got,” He stated flatly, crossing his arms over his chest. His tone was one of finality. He didn't care who was wrong or right, those were his terms.

If Param did anything but apologize, Azar would attack. If she started a dialogue with Azar, he would attack. If she attacked first, he would be prepared and attack. She had one option to take and it was the only one that would prevent further fighting.

@TheDudeMike

 

[Karys]

Karys heard screams from the crowd and smelled fire in the air. His head turned and he noticed Azar staring out into the crowd while bobbing along to the music. What the fu- It didn't take long for Karys to realize what was going on. Param's dress had burned away, she was naked with burns across her body. Karys' gaze flickered back to Azar, and his expression softened. He was doing this for him.

Karys mind raced back to what Azar had told him on Malachor, he was right, Param had become an attachment. Positive or negative, he'd allowed her to control the way he reacted and interacted. He was a liability to Azar. Karys immediately suppressed the urge to vomit at this realization. Instead, his golden eyes narrowed as they turned back to Param.

She called a knife to her hand.

Karys remembered how callously she flitted and played with a knife at her Pagoda. How coldly she spoke to him. Karys' threw his drink back and stood straight as she approached. Karys was tense and ready to jump into the midst of whatever was going on. He wouldn't allow any harm to befall Azar.

No-one would harm his man.

@Sreeya @TheDudeMike

 

[Param Vour]

"I would love to, if I knew what I did wrong," Param said, her eyes hardened on the pureblood. "I'm not sure what offended him, the part where I told him of the issues I saw with the Order in it's current state?" She mused angrily. "Or the part where I said I wanted to see your culture on the throne and flourish." Param shook her head, her lips tightening. She wasn't stupid; she could put two and two together. Karys had fought over the Potionmaster before, and now the Potionmaster was sticking up for him. It was clear that Karys had come to her pagoda crying and terrified because he'd made a decision about this man.

"Fine," she relented. Her silver eyes turned to Karys. "I'm sorry that I offended you, and your people." They were words, not that anyone would be able to tell as her mind had thrown up every wall conceivable by now. What her honor looked like in the eyes of the honorless meant nothing to her. Her eyes turned back to the Potionmaster. They were still a cool silver.

"Did he tell you about how he fucked the mission for Cotellier by laughing at the politician we were supposed to sway?" she asked, her expression still hardened but practically emotionless. "Or how he came to my home drunk and crying, terrified of a decision he had made? I believe he opened that conversation with 'nice tits.' You can keep him. Master Thel taught me enough of assets and liabilities to know where one begins and one ends." She backstepped, slowly, keeping her eyes on the Potionmaster. Param wasn't stupid enough to turn her back on the man that had just set her on fire.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Electricity crackled between his fingers as Param first chose to respond with a whole lot of snark. However, that diffused when she finally apologized to Karys. Azar wasn’t concerned with the sincerity, more the fact that he wasn’t going to tolerate anyone hurting Karys and getting away with it. He would reassess his own feelings later. Azar wasn’t entirely thrilled with Karys for the way he invoked irrational behavior in him. If Azar weren’t drunk, he likely would have let the children sort it out themselves.

Azar gave Param a blank look as she felt the need to air dirty laundry.

"Did he tell you about how he fucked the mission for Cotellier-"

“-That will be all, thank you,” Azar cut her off curtly, giving a faint wave of his hand to indicate their little interaction was over. Mission failures weren't exactly secrets and, as his apprentice, Karys had to go through the appropriate punishments. None of this was exciting news. Azar had no desire to keep talking to her and he wanted to get back to drinking and dancing. His gaze briefly flicked over to Cyutadakyr (@Xorism ), knowing the woman was studying him. Azar actually gave her a sheepish smile and a shrug. She would know almost instantly who that blade was crafted for.

“Another song!” He called out to Trodai (@Akheron )on stage, realizing he had been too distracted for the first song.

@Apollyon @TheDudeMike

 

[Param Vour]

Param shut her mouth the moment the Potionmaster waved his hand. Not out of command, but because there was no more reason to speak. Let him think this is what power was. Let them both think it. Param kept her backstep until she reached Cyu, and then turned. "If you want to catch up, you know where to find me." Her voice was ice and venom combined, but her eyes stayed silver. It was clear she was no longer welcome.

/exitthread because naked

 

[Karys]

Karys watched the interaction between Azar and Param, he was prepared to launch himself into them if he needed to. But towards the end of the conversation, after Param apologized, she went to air out his dirty laundry. Karys started to glare at her betrayal before Azar cut her off. His rage petered off at that, Karys' eyes turned back to Azar and softened immediately. Karys placed his glass back on the counter, he no longer needed a weapon.

Karys would approach Azar immediately.

<Azar, thank you.> He told his lover. <You were right, I am a liability to you.> He stated simply. <I'm your weakness and I meant to protect your weaknesses from others. I failed you.> His voice wavered slightly. <I'm sorry...> He told Azar. <...and I love you.> The words came out as a whisper, Karys had to say them, he needed Azar to know even if the galaxy couldn’t yet.

Karys would take a seat at the bar close to Azar and ordered himself and Azar another drink. He wondered if this was the end of them, the beginning of the end, or simply a new chapter in their book together. Regardless, anxiety and fear were all that crept through him now.

@Sreeya

 

[Nefid]

Nefid lived for dramatics, almost quite literally. Like she had no direction but her powers and getting to use them. She lost interest in the uptight Pureblood as soon as he didn’t take the bait. But this was a Sith party, and sure enough it wasn’t long before she was well served.

Flames, nakedness. Nefid had once been dubbed ‘pale lady’ by a thief on Tatooine and she could only wonder what he’d call the Champion before her now, with the dagger and the wounded pride. But that wasn’t what interested her. Threats, jealousy, the dark side swirling. And through it all, her eyes were not on the woman, not on Azar—he’d already been obvious enough—but on Karys. The eagerness to fight again. Only for it all to blow over. Azar moved on as quickly as he’d intervened, and Nefid was intrigued.

You surprise me, she said for him, some measure of mutual respect between them. That secret was yours to keep. A little while longer, she thought, but that she didn’t add.

@Mythos @Sreeya @Apollyon @TheDudeMike

 

[Nevizkas]

The last time that Cyutadakyr had danced with Param was under entirely different, memorable circumstances. She nodded as Param began to speak, as the situation clearly showed that there was much unsaid. As far as the pureblood had known, she considered both Karys and Param close friends and thought the pair were close themselves.

Before they could even take that dance, however, something wildly peculiar happened. Surprise would be an understatement as she watched the gorgeous gown go up in flames. Scorching flames were something that Cyu was quite familiar and as fast as the Echani was, she didn't escape all its burning licks. What was more surprising than that, was the fact that the ordeal didn't surprise the silver haired Sith, in fact she promptly armed herself and turned toward Azar of all people.

Watching from a distance, the back and forth barbs lasted about as long as she expected a knife fight at point-blank to. The tension in the air was palpable, and yet over in a flash. Little by little, the bits she picked up started to make sense as she slowly painted the picture, not so subtly staring at Azar with an understanding smirk.

It didn't exactly help as the earlier spice she had ingested began to take hold as the silver clothed made her exit. Cyutadakyr nodded slowly, before making her way to the bar next to Azar.

"I'm cursed." She said, quietly. In lieu of a dance, a proper bender with sprinkles of gambling thrown in would have to do.

Waving over the bartender droid, Cyu quickly ordered a dozen shots of something top shelf before glancing over to the other two purebloods. "Care to join me?"

@Apollyon @TheDudeMike @Sreeya

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Singing away Trodai was distracted, at least at first. Until he could feel tensions rising, as the Darkness coalesced around the area like radiation spreading out, heard the shouting match and finally a ignition as a dress caught fire leaving a very naked young woman on display in front of every Sith present and many of the public. All who stood shocked staring. Including two teenagers in Raish and Feifi although Trodai doubted they were shocked so much.

He noted several security shift closer to the area but not approach. Smart enough not to tangle with Sith.

He stood intrigued and confused albeit relieved for once it wasn't him causing the trouble. The dj looked as if he didn't know what to do and ducked behind his equipment when the music stopped. Although he came back out when it calmed down and Param left.

Trodai was somewhat amused by the violence, the warrior in him wishing be had seen such a spectacle but another side was glad. It would of brought unwanted attention. Instead as Azar spoke he nodded in return and spoke calling back. Honouring the request.

"Well that was...interesting. I'll see what I can do, in the meantime you want some of this? If you partake that is? To settle the nerves and relax a bit. I grow it back home, best way really I think."

He held out a marcan herb joint, procured from his own pocket, he always came prepared. Once he was sure he had passed it, he began, this time letting the dj choose a classic, catchy dance track. He again provided vocals and showed he had a vocal range.

Cheesy Catchy Dance Track Chosen by DJ

@Sreeya