Open Social The Sith are back in town

[Karys]

Karys heard Azar’s words and a wry smirk appeared on his lips. He didn’t care if Azar burnt his shirt off he’d take it to taste his passion again. <Oh don’t worry baby, I will.> He replied, hunger layered thickly in his voice. He watched as his lover reacted to his compliment, standing taller than before and seeming beyond the word happy. Karys smiled as he let Azar pass him by and exit the room, he needed a moment to adjust himself. Eventually, he’d return to the bar and lean his back against it.

He’d be just in time to see Azar dragging a very sloppy Cyu to the dance floor. He smiled and laughed at that. Azar, the man he loved more than anything in the Galaxy, and Cyu, probably his only friend left in the Order dancing. He knew moments like these couldn’t last and so he savored it while he could.

He was happy as he ordered another drink from the bar. He’d dance later on, right now he just needed a moment to breathe.

@whoeverwantstovibe

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar was in a great mood. He had, at least for now, resolved his issues with Karys, he was happily wasted, he was dancing with a beautiful woman, and the music kept pumping. He got his wish of setting aside his Potionmaster persona. He could simply let loose and have fun. Azar was swaying to the music and he felt Cyu’s arms around him. Her big smile was infectious and he soon found himself doing the same, laughing as they danced.

Her words, however, drew out a sly smirk from him, “I’m certain you saw me being soft,” He said as he briefly jutted his chin towards Karys before gazing back into her eyes. Azar twirled them around, her bare leg still around his hip. He traced his hand over the side of her thigh, and she would feel the heat of fire along her skin. It was enough to give her the sense of burning, but there was no damage. As his hand traced down along her calf, she would feel an icy chill that burned just the same. Both happened without any real impacts to her skin beyond the intense sensation. Azar leaned in closer to her with a grin, “Am I any less threatening?” He asked quietly, fire in his eyes.

Azar drew back and twirled her under his hand, moving her from one hand to the other as they danced. He pulled her close again, his gaze flicking down to the necklace with that vial of poison, “Perhaps one day you will return that to me,” He looked back at her again, “The day you know that even if Tempest or anyone else seeks to kill you, they will know you still died staying true to your principles,” Azar smiled at her.

After a moment, he stumbled back a bit, rubbing his head, “I’m so fucked upppp,” He groaned, “Is there any food around here?” He desperately craved a nice, warm bowl of one of Karys’ stews, but that wasn’t an option right then.

@Xorism

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

So far all he had done was watch everyone else's drama unfold. Param's heated encounter, followed by the small quarrel of Azar and the now champion. Karys was the name if he remembered correctly. He was sitting there stirring his drink. From what he could see of the Sith most were drunk or getting drunk. He was taking it slow on the drinking, what kind of host would he be if someone got jailed or went MIA from his party.

He was ordering another wine bottle when Karys was making his way to the bar. He couldn't help but notice the hole in his shirt like if an ember had fallen on it. As the champion leaned onto the bar he looked over to him. "It seems your discussion may have gotten a little fiery." As he pointed to his shirt. "Are you still planning on gambling or just enjoy the sights as I am." When the wine was brought out he poured both him and Karys a glass. He raised his in a toast. "To the newly minted champion Karys. May he rise above all his contemporaries." He would then drain his glass and watch the dancing of Azar and the lady in tow with a smile. Seems she got her dance.

@Apollyon

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai waited a bit before finding no-one was joining so he got up. Looking about he was amused grumbled at one of the machines before being dragged away by Azar. He went to the bar, yet also listened as his brother did his own song, slightly better than his own attempt, which brought a little moment of envious emotion before subsiding.

Observing he saw the Pureblood from earlier, the one had not met but seen previously. The new Champion. The one who was involved in the altercation just before, but it was not his business. Trodai approached cautiously, he wasn't going to pry. He knew he didn't have many allies and friends. None really among the Order so far. And so perhaps it was time to change that. He took a drink for himself and one for who he was approaching. Although he noticed Trael had got him one first so he just drunk the spare.

Bowing a curt nod, he spoke. Overhearing about gambling, he decided this was a good way to know a few more people.

"Greetings, I believe congratulations are in order. Congratulations on your new promotion to Champion, Karys was it? As it happens my older brother on stage there was also recently promoted to Champion, we came to celebrate. I don't believe we have met personally before now. I am Trodai Narat iv-Adas. Sorry but I couldn't help but overhear you both."

He looked to both.

"As it happens I am looking for one or two for a game of Pazaak. If you are both up for a bit of a challenge, perhaps we can play a few hands. And maybe get a few more as well. Make it really interesting."

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[Ayomi Jakarta]

Ayomi froze as Caer moved to adjust a hair away from their face, feeling his finger faintly trace across the skin of their face as he tucked it behind their ear. They were a Sith, they weren't trained for this; whatever 'this' even was. A held in breath escaped slightly open lips as the Tiefling, face completely purple from blushing now, studied the other champion. Even sitting he was significantly taller than they were, with a similarly well-toned body type and black hair framing seemingly bright black eyes. He really was gorgeo―no, they needed to get those kinds of thoughts out of their head. They couldn't let themselves be distracted by a silver tongue and a pretty face. Then why did it feel so good? The compliments, his touch. He called them beautiful, not freak or psychopath.

Ayomi looked around the lounge. Sith were dancing, drinking, gambling, and... was Trodai singing? There were legitimate Sith here too, champions, not just a giddy group of acolytes out to party. Maybe... maybe just this once, they could indulge the Annfyn. Just to have an extra tool in their pocket for the future. Yeah, that's what this was. Just another tool to use for their own goals, nothing else. Their gaze returned to Caer, a fluttering pressure in their chest erasing any other thoughts in their mind. That damned smile.

"I uh... Caer, was it? Look, I don't really know how to do... um... this. I don't really have friends." The Tiefling's gaze softened a bit, the slightest smile creeping across their face even as they tried to avoid it. "But maybe I just haven't really met the right people yet... the right person. You asked to know more about me, umm... what uh, what did you want to know?"

@LouJoVi

 

[Mjan Adas iv Sadow]

Walking up to bar, entourage in still in tow, Mjan ordered a drink and casually looked around for Trodai. There were a few members of the Order whom walked by and gave a wave or congratulated him on his performance, but for the biggest portion, no one seemed to pay any real attention to the emotional display he poured through the Force into its concept. And yet, he still felt a sense of accomplishment in it, having placed a larger portion of himself into it than he had originally intended. Truly, like all Sith, he wanted more. And more was an attainable concept. It was holding onto it that had plagued the Order for centuries and even millennia.

Catching a glimpse of his brother off in the distance, he grabbed his drink as it arrived and began his way toward Trodai. As he drew closer, he noticed that he was in conversation with another Pureblood @Karys whom the display had previously encircled. Curious as to whether his song had touched the Pureblood's heart, as well as wondering what Trodai thought, Mjan walked up and placed an arm over his little brother's shoulders.

"There you are little brother. I was wondering where he had gotten off to." He spoke with jest as he motioned the entourage to stay some semblance of a distance. His gaze met that out the Pureblood and his companion and Mjan offered a hand. "Well met. I am Trodai's older brother, Mjan Adas iv-Sadow. Who might you be, kinsman?"

Mjan's hand had been offered in friendship, as was accustomed amongst their kin, as was the subtle disregard of the earlier events when he presented it. With so few Purebloods amongst the Order, he felt that the infighting was lost upon their truer plight, the plight of extinction. Still, as with all Purebloods, the realm of politics and formalities must be afforded even in moments of disagreements.

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[Nevizkas]

Spoiler: Theme

This moment was the one that she had been looking for all night, a dance worthy of her time and am exceptionally handsome dancing partner to boot. The cares and responsibilities they carried bled away underneath the music and swaying, the warmth of alcohol and the safety that came from being in another's arms. The smile Cyu carried radiated such energy, she could have powered a small city as Azar took her through each spin, twirl and movement.

A burning sensation shot up her leg, drawing an immediate response as her body tensed naturally, a string of goose bumps followed suit as the chilled feeling cracked like electricity across the same space. No worried look of concern, no questioning eyes staring, no pull back would come - the pureblood would see only the sincere look of pleasure rippling across her warm face.

Opening her eyes, still smiling, she would respond in kind. "The threat is the allure, Meistras Eximorto." The words might not have meant much to others, but Cyu recognised the raw talent both that he possessed and would soon come into. Thus, calling him a Master Alchemist as a personal consideration not only signified this, but raised the bar of her expectations for him. A bar, she was sure that he would far exceed in the years to come.

If there was one thing that she would take from the night, it was how beautiful of a dancer Azar had been, squirrelled away. Content to let him lead her through the remaining dance, she pulled in close as it came to an end. Her eyes glowed with satisfaction and excitement, as he glanced down and spoke of the vial upon her neck. "I hope that day never comes." She replied softly. "At least, not before I can get another dance with you."

It was both a test and dream, a blessing and a curse. His potion gave her freedom, when he had none among their kin. Its consumption ensured a dignified end. An end of her choosing, but that choice was one that became harder to take each passing day. And for that, he would always have her gratitude.

As Azar released her, a curious smell entered the fray and it soon filled the room. A tasty but dangerous, potent portion had finally arrived as a timid but prudent Gran entered the bar area carrying a tray full of burritos for sale.

@Sreeya

 

[Karys]

THEME​

Karys' attention was pulled away from Azar and Cyu's dance momentarily by the host, Trael Osso's voice. His head turned to regard the man with warmth behind his golden eyes. It wouldn't be until Trael pointed out the burn done to his shirt that Karys looked down. The "i" in diesel had been burnt out and there was the faint shape of a three fingered hand just below it. Karys laughed at the condition of his shirt, it was ruined now but he didn't really care.

"I suppose it did, didn't it." He replied with a grin. "I think I am planning on just watching for now." He replied to Trael. "I'll dance a little later though, if that interests you of course." Karys offered, one of his eyebrow ridges quirking.

Then when a bottle of wine arrived, Trael poured both himself and Karys a glass. He proposed a toast to Karys' most recent promotion. A forced smile pushed itself onto Karys' lips. This wasn't how he'd imagined he'd become Sith, while high on spice and drunk from a mix of liquors but he wouldn't complain. It wouldn't do him any good if he did anyways.

"And to our host, may his endeavors prove fruitful and may he only gain favor in the eyes those Sith above him!" Karys replied before clinking his wine glass against Trael's.

Karys would sip his wine as he returned his attention to Azar and Cyu, he watched as Azar's hand ran up Cyu's leg. Did Azar also enjoy women? It was a thought he hadn't considered before. One that provided him with some mild interest as his imagination ran wild with the thought.

And then it was interrupted as a pair of fellow Purebloods made their way to him.

The pair introduced themselves, with Trodai congratulating him on his promotion within their Order. Karys' golden eyes flickered between both men, an air of caution hidden behind them at the mention of House Sadow. Were these the assassin Karys' father had finally sent? Karys didn't act on his hidden anxiety, instead he just have a friendly smile to the pair.

<I am Karys, yes.> He confirmed to Trodai his tone seeming warm. <Thank you for your congratulations and to your brother,> Karys turned his attention to the obsidian skinned Pureblood. <congratulations to you as well.> He continued. <As for your invitation to play Pazzak, I am afraid I'll have to pass on this hand.> He replied as he nodded to the dancefloor where Azar and Cyu were finishing up their dance. <I am too busy enjoying the show.>

<From where did you travel from, sons of Sadow?> Karys asked, subtly seeking to discern if there was any hidden intent behind the pair.

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[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai looked briefly to the dance floor then the Karys, understanding. It appeared as though whatever had happened had since passed and they made amends. When he spoke of House Sadow, he almost laughed. It seemed he had mistaken him for belonging to the same house as his half-brother, yet it was to be expected. Especially when the two were together so often.

He spoke briefly to Mjan.

"A excellent performance, if I had to guess you were trying outdo me. Mission accomplished." he laughed.

He shook his head and issued a quick chuckle as Karys spoke and Trodai extended a hand to shake. Firm yet calm. If Karys were to check, he would see there was no deceit. No hidden agenda, save perhaps to make new allies. Of which he was slim.

"Sadow? Oh no, I am not of Sadow although I can see why you might think that. We do look somewhat alike, and share blood. But not in full. We are half-brothers, on my father's side. I am of Adas, while it is Mjan here who is Sadow and the elder. It is from Korriban that I came here tonight.

To get away from mother and father for while longer. Mostly mother. She doesn't like seeing us together you see, despite the fact we are brothers and would probably kill us if she caught us. He is a bastard, but I consider us true brother's even if the rest of the family won't."

Trodai then spotted the burritos, and a sneaky idea formed. It was time to repay a prank his brother had once played upon him. Yet despite it he had the distinct feeling something was bothering the new Champion, but didn't know just what. He had always been very perceptive of others like that. Even as a youth.

He spoke out.

"I fancy a burrito, all that singing made me famished. What about you three? Could I interest any of you? Brother? My treat." He chuckled again.

He hoped Mjan took the bait.

@Apollyon @Mythos @Javier esschoolbus

 

[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

While he adjusted Ayomi's hair, his fingers brushed against their skin. Caerllion saw the Tiefling had the most perfect reaction, a full blush that left their face completely purple. A small smile appeared on the Annfyn’s lips, admiring how they reacted to even his slightest touch. His fellow Champion looked so cute that he would not mind doing them react this way other times.

Caerllion could see the conflict in their eyes, the doubt about how they should answer him. He was curious to know why they were so reluctant. The Tiefling was looking at their surroundings, watching their fellow Sith have fun on their own way. Was they wanting help to avoid him? Was they trying to understand why the Dark Siders were acting as normal people and not like a bunch of assassins?

So many questions and only Ayomi had the answers.

His smile grew when he heard Ayomi's sincere words. Their shy look suited the Tiefling far more than the fierce look that they had when Caerllion saw them for the first in the Umbaran Academy. The Annfyn brushed his fingers against their purple cheek. "I'll feel honored if you come to consider me as the right person. I will strive to make this happen." he moved his hand away and placed it on his lap. "What do you like to do with your free time?"

@René

 

[Mjan Adas iv Sadow]

If one such as these three had grown up in the worldly expectations of politics and allegiances, they would know the burden each of them carried without it ever being spoken. As such, most would live openly both in fear and panic at every corner. Yet, these three walked amongst the masses, strength hiding vulnerability. Such was the way of the Sith. Taking a sip from his drink as Trodai conversed with Karys, he couldn't help but being stung deep by his casual placement of Mjan's bastard birth.

Still, he cherished his brother dearly, and even the sting would inevitably subside.

"Thank you. And Congratulations are in order for you as well, Karys." He replied as the conversation turned to him. "May the ancestors dark hearts place a boon upon your rise as Champion."

His words were sincere, and his intent pure. After all, he did not know Karys personally, and as kinsmen, it only elevated each other to place such blessings upon one another. It seemed the Great Houses were intent to reclaim their namesake and vied for the title of Sith'ari one and all. It would bring both a smile to his face and competition to his heart. Even if he were to never achieve his goal, the likelihood of a Pureblood rising to such a station would bring glory to their species.

"As my brother pointed out, we are only connected by our Father. It's always been his wish to keep House Adas from extinction, and he sowed every seed he could it seems." Mjan spoke in response to both Trodai's explanation and Karys' inquiry. "My mother was Sadow and used it to hide me during my youth on Krayiss II from those whom would seek my death." Grasping at Trodai's shoulder with a firm grasp, he continued. "Thankfully I ran into Trodai here after I came of age and he has withheld my lineage from his House with glee. As long as the others think my father was Sadow, I am mostly safe."

Perhaps it was the liquor that loosened his tongue a little too much, or perhaps, it was the kinship he found being amongst others like him that allowed his lips to speak openly the truth. Each likely held a similar story to be told, and as such, would likely understand his own plight more freely. When Trodai offered the burrito, Mjan grew curious. "Why not. You said it is called a burrito?" His voice trailed off as his attention turned.

 

[Feifi Candorus]

feifi would simply give her master an encouraging thumbs up, before saying "you got thisssss!" damn.. she really was a sucker for romance.. if only she could find someone like that one day, oh the possibilities of one day meeting her own prince charming!

a wistful sigh escapes her lips as she watches the two from her seat, not daring to miss a beat of this battle of wits and emotions, taking as much notes from this encounter as she could, mostly due to her drive to be the best at everything, like her adoptive father, feifi never stopped learning, ever studying those around her, even when she was supposed to be having fun, she wondered how it would feel to be leading someone along for a change.. maybe one day..

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[Vossari Khaldun]

In an instant, Param was there, Param was naked, Param was gone. Part of him empathized with her, being her Acolyte and being so familiar with public humiliation in the Sith. But she just...took it. Like a bitch. The display, the passive-aggressive apology, the walking out on Azar's command...it added to the doubts that already circled in Vossari's mind about her ability to be a Sith. She didn't even respect herself enough to stand up for herself. How could he trust her to watch out for him? Why would Vossari bother to stand up for her?

They tut-tutted, quietly, and turned to see Azar go dance and mack on the other acolytes. They sensed...something between Azar and Karys. It was obvious they were attracted to one another, but the small, tender moments implied a greater intimacy. Vossari's chest felt filled with stone and fire, a physical reaction to their growing resentment.

But, yay, promotion. Vossari took another shot and slurped it down, almost slamming the shot glass to the bar counter as the others went off to dance. This left three purebloods at the bar near him, Karys jutting above the rest of the party like a goddamn statue. Vossari really needed to learn Ur-Kittat, huh?

<Hey there...comrades(?).> Now tipsy, their already-poor Sith tongue loosened, words drawling out slowly from Vossari's lips. "I like burritos..." But on Nar Shadda? Most food joints open this late would be greasy, queasy, and definitely unable to pass a health inspection. But those were always the best places. Was it worth it to risk the bubble guts for a drunken snack?

Vossari nudged Karys, conspiratorially, while placing two fingers to their lips to signal smoking. Vossari needed a blunt right now to level-out, and figured that they could learn about the newly-crowned Champion over the shared, pungent aroma of the marcan herb. Maybe even learn what Azar saw in him. Vossari produced a thick, tightly packed blunt. They stepped away from the bar to ignite it.

Assuming Karys followed, they passed the blunt to him after a couple puffs and a couple more coughs. "So," cough, cough, cough, "Champion now, huh? You must be on the rise." Their eyes trailed across Karys's herculean physique, before resting on Karys's gaze.

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[Darth Arcanos]

The title Cyu gave Azar made him pause. He slowly set her leg down, his yellow gaze softening from earlier. He looked at her as if for the first time, considering their early days when she had lorded her position above him. He had been brash and unruly back then, and perhaps saw her as little more than a means to further their bloodline. And yet, over the past few years, he came to see her as something so much more. She was a titan in her own right, even if it meant they would be rivals one day vying for the same cause.

“Don’t ever let anyone tame you,” Azar whispered, cupping the side of her face as he smiled at her. Her words had truly warmed him, and he couldn’t tell if it was because of the emotions or alcohol. Regardless, he pulled her close into a tight embrace, one of kinship and shared respect. He had felt alone in the galaxy when he first arrived at the Sith Order, but she had always been a bit of home through it all. And now, she had been the first step towards regaining his standing on Korriban. There were some debts far too large to repay, and he could only hope to start chipping away for her.

Azar drew back and led her back towards the others, “Let’s see what our illustrious overlords are up to,” He mused as he glanced towards Trodai and Mjan, giving Cyu a wink as they walked.

The Pureblood smelled the burritos and inhaled deeply. He worked with enough poisons and concoctions, and he also had been around enough of Karys’ cooking to identify different types of ingredients. As delicious as the ‘burrito’ sounded, he was skeptical. He wanted Karys to destroy him later, not the burrito. As a result, he pivoted right past them and moodily grabbed a little bowl of mixed nuts and fruit to nibble on instead.

Azar joined Trodai and Mjan with Cyu, popping an almond into his mouth, “Are you all right?” He asked Mjan, “You’re starting to look…a little pale,” Which was miraculous considering the man was obsidian.

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[Karys]

Karys’ attention flickered between the two Pureblood brothers as they explained their heritage and relation. They seemed like a relatively cheery pair. However, between the spice and alcohol in his system, Karys was beginning to feel overwhelmed by how fast the two were speaking to him. He didn’t let him see this though, instead a pleasant smile stayed plastered to his lips as he nodded along with their stories.

When Vossari slid into the conversation, Karys felt a mixture of emotions. What he felt wasn’t quite jealousy towards Vossari. But he needed to show the upstart who held the power between them. And on the other hand, he was glad to see Vossari invite him out to smoke.

“While I appreciate your offer for burritos and Pazzak, I’m afraid an old friend and I must catch up.” Karys told the duo before turning and nodding towards Trael as well.

Then Karys would take his leave and follow Vossari away from the bar to and a slightly more secluded location. The pair could speak and hear each other over the music and din of the crowd here.

Karys’ watched as Vossari’s eyes wandered up his frame, his golden eyes remaining locked in Vossari’s face. The acolyte’s own body was quite appealing, but he hadn’t followed him out here for pleasure. So, Karys quirked an eyebrow at Vossari’s line of questioning once he’d sparked the blunt.

Karys took it in his hand and offered his glass of wine for Vossari to sip. It would help clear his cough a little bit, plus beinf cross faded always made a high just a little better. Karys would take a few puffs from the blunt before passing it back to his smoking partner. Karys held the smoke in for a few seconds and then let it out in his own fit of coughs.

Once he had caught his breath, Karys would speak. “Yes, I am Vossari.” His voice rolled out like distant thunder. “But that does not matter. I saw you wave to Azar, I know that look in your eyes.” He continued as he took a step forward to ensure he gazed down at the Acolyte. “Azar can play with whomever he wishes. He can touch, tease, and please as he sees fit.” Karys explained. “But let me assure you of something,” Karys whispered as he leaned in. “He won’t remember your name when I’m fucking him at night.” Karys stated bluntly as he plucked the wine from Vossari’s hand.

Karys didn’t have time for the small talk. They both knew why they were out here. They both wanted to learn about one another. Karys just opted for the least subtle route, he chose for dominance.

@Fine Dining Set

 

[Vossari Khaldun]

Vossari almost choked on the proffered wine when Karys said his piece. Eyes went wide. They were caught completely off guard. His spine tingled with rage. But there was a certain beauty in Karys's direct challenge to him. His unwillingness to engage in petty, passive-aggressive banter. It was certainly was what Vossari had anticipated, expected. But no, he was direct in staking his claim to Azar's heart. He felt a sensation wash over him, not unlike when he had first met Azar. His dominance was almost alluring. In a different situation, a different moment, maybe it was this tall, arrogant drink of firewater that Vossari would be lusting after.

But Vossari felt it rumbling, deep beneath the surface. The jealousy. Why else would this Champion feel the need to establish a 'pecking order'? Why act so outright territorial? Vossari had, yet again, struck a nerve. This time, without even really trying. He almost wanted to laugh at the situation - here he was, almost intimidated by Karys. And here was Karys, not-so-subtly setting limits on Vossari's own relationship with Azar to cover whatever feelings of insecurity Vossari's mere existence provoked.

It was infuriating to have his limits set for him, to be told what position he was expected to stay in. But, he felt a familiar thrill here - another fire he could add fuel to. "Maybe he won't remember. But, maybe he will. Maybe it's all that he'll think of." The blunt touched their lips, again, and they took a puff. "Maybe you will, too." They shrugged, exaggeratedly, as their eyes narrowed up at the Goliath sith. "Maybe that's what you're scared of. You and Azar, in bed together, playing with each other and thinking about me." He tapped a finger to his skull. "I'm already in your head."

They grabbed the wine glass back from Karys, gently. He might be catty, he might be insolent, he might not have a single friend or real ally in this order, but he wasn't some soft, punk-ass coward. "Tell Azar I said goodnight." He wasn't truly afraid of Karys, or Param, or Ayomi, or even fully Azar. At least, he couldn't let himself be. He couldn't let them intimidate them, wound his pride, continue to insult him to his face. He couldn't ever let any of these Sith stop him from doing what he wanted. Vossari took one more long sip of the wine before placing the largely depleted glass back into Karys's hands.

They circled their mouth into an O shape, and spit a red stream of wine into Karys's general face-direction. And then, they hightailed it outta that party, middle finger extended behind them. Was this running away, like a coward? No, it was a tactical withdraw, like a hero. Vossari tactically withdrew from the party as fast as his legs could carry him, hoping to avoid the mean, right hook Karys was known to dish out at these parties.

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[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai listened as Mjan explained the rest, even as he couldn't help but laugh inside at the trick he was about to pull. And how his brother had so easily fallen for the bait. Sometimes he made it too easy. He nodded as Mary's went outside with the Dream he had previously seen djing before he thought he was a cat.

And how no-one had let him forget about it.

He walked over to the burrito salesman, choosing one for his brother. And taking some crisps for himself, ready salted apparently. He went back over, handing over the burrito to Mjan. Moments later and Azar was back this time with Cyutadakr in tow. He just hoped she was in a good mood and didn't do anything to him this time. Looking at Mjan, Trodai spoke, chuckling a little.

Adding to Azar enquiry, knowing full well what was wrong. He had tried the burrito before on a previous trip...It did not go well.

"You are a bit, aren't you Mjan? Did you enjoy the burrito by the way, they say it puts fire in your belly." He tried to hold his laughter in, he found the whole thing hilarious. A perfect prank pulled off.

Looking to Azar he spoke.

"I pulled a little...prank you could say on my brother here. I let him try one of this planet's famed burrito. It's known for...some funny yet messy affects you could say. Upon the bowels. He previously played a similar prank, this was my way of equalising the score."

He hoped both Azar and Cyutadakr approved of the prank and his brother didn't hold it against him. Such as it was.

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[Trael Osso-Drast]

Traels conversation with Karys was interrupted by two other purebloods. I thought they were pretty much extinct, would cross his mind. They introduced themselves as members of some haughty bloodline he wasn't sure of, one of the brothers was openly labeled a bastard of said family. The smell of a burrito grazed his nostrils. Immediately causing his face to scrunch up as the overwhelming spice and mix of something off putting to him.

Karys and the other sith left to somewhere. He watched in horror as the pureblood ate the burrito. At first it seemed fine to Trael, maybe he was wrong about the food and should try it. That thought was quickly shattered as the Mjan(@Mythos) seemed to lose some of his color. "Hey, you doing ok there?"

He would back up away from Mjan and bump into Azar(@Sreeya) and his dance partner(@Xorism) as they arrived. "I would stay a safe distance away if I were you two. I've already been puked on at one party recently I don't need it to happen a second time." He would then get behind the bar prepared to duck for cover at a moments notice while sipping a glass of wine the bottle still in his hand.

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai looked onwards and then to Azar and Cyutadakr. Nodding in agreement as he too took several large steps back, just in caxe. He had been there during the mentioned incident and had the same fate happen. It had take weeks to get it all out, he didn't fancy it again.

And so he spoke as he stepped back. Getting ready to do the same as Trael.

"I would agree. I was also a victim of the puke fest, I believe it was the same party."

@Sreeya @Xorism @Javier esschoolbus

 

[Karys]

Karys’ hand paused where it was as Vossari took the blunt back. Vossari’s reply caused Karys’ blood to boil, not because the Acolyte was correct but because of the tone. When Vossari tugged the glass, taking what was his, from Karys’ own hand a line had been crossed.

Karys would wait until Vossari had began to take his long draught to react. The hand that had passed the blunt would snap out to grasp the front of the Acolyte’s shirt and jerk him towards Karys. The one that had held the wine glass would snap out as a fist in the same moment.

Unless stopped, Karys’ fist would crash through the wine glass shattering it into his knuckles and Vossari’s face. The pain would have been unimaginable, but for Karys it was muted, he had spice on board. He’d draw his fist back to strike Vossari in the face again a fraction of a second later, aiming to ruin his beautiful face while the Acolyte was still dazed.

Karys aimed to catch Vossari off guard, to break him early on and remind him of his place within the Sith. Beneath him.

@Fine Dining Set