Open Social The Sith are back in town

[Nevizkas]

It was a strange thing to remember, a young and concupiscent Azar having fled home and exploring the wonders of the galaxy for the first time. That look of youthful exorbitance that she had ignored all those years ago, and now before her stood a man burnt and defined. A dignified champion, with warranted confidence of a life built with each struggled step.

Her eyes fluttered at his statement, both cryptic and not. Her mind raced with all the possibilities and comments she could make before stopping herself, just this one time, and enjoying it. The mutual feelings brought an embrace, she squeezed tightly back, simply delighted.

Spotting the two berry brothers over yonder, Cyu chuckled and followed along. Before long, it was clearly apparent that Mjan had fallen for the classic blunder, hopefully he brought a spare pair of pants.

"So, you two are from the same vine, I understand?" She inquired with a smirk. Despite being half brothers, she could see the loose similarities. "Is your father still alive? Mother?" She hardly knew much of the pureblood houses other than what Karys had told her of the Sadows, which was practically nil.

She imagined it could be quite illuminating to meet one such powerful figure, someone whose name meant something to those who cared for such prestige.

@Sreeya @Akheron @Mythos

 

[Feifi Candorus]

FINNALY, SHIT WAS GETTING FUN!

Feifi gently walked over.

"Now now, ladies your both pretty, let's not ruin the party, no?"

She has a wry smile on her face.

"You know, you two are cute together."
Might as well set the fire ablaze.

@Apollyon @Fine Dining Set

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai returned the smirk with one of his own, teasing. It appeared for once she might not do something to him, but he knew the night was still young yet. He was intrigued when Cyutadakr inquired about his mother and father though. It was not a subject he relished much but but he saw no harm in answering it.

"Yes, we are. Plucked from the same tree you could say. My mother and father still live yes, it was through my father that Mjan exists. Although I never met Mjan's mother. My father serves as little more than a puppet these days. It is my mother that is the true power behind Adas. She rules with a fist of iron, and is as deadly as a krayt dragon. I hear some on Korriban call her Rauswas Ziwasa...the Red Viper of Korriban.

She despises our close connection, and would see us dead if she saw us together here. What of your own mother and father? Do they live?"

He was enjoying the conversation, such as it was. And he wouldn't judge her, even if they were dead or it was more complicated. Such was his case. At least she wasn't being so cold this time. Although he soon heard something going on nearby, he could hear a smash of glass. Turning his head, he spoke.

"Sounds like we got more trouble." It was obvious who it was, especially with former events. Everyone likely knew who was fighting. But it was not his business, they had to settle it. Like Sith.

@Xorism @Sreeya @Javier esschoolbus

 

[Freyja]

Ugh Freyja loved parties...and yet she was considered a minor, at least officially, and given that she had freshly gotten assigned to the Pureblood called 'Azar Kressh', she was probably expected to play by the rules and rather try to snatch some drinks later, once the old ones turned in. Still, the fake ID got her in and no one probably knew her actual age, so the venue wasn't going to be a problem.

She entered the party relatively late, realizing that at least half the guests were sloshed and oh had she wished for getting drunk as well, but she sighed deeply before her cat-like eyes scanned the crowd for the Pureblood. She had literally just received the news a few hours ago and she wondered whether he knew, but she figured she was about to find out.

It took her a moment and as someone bumped into her, she growled slightly, but as she finally found him, she immediately made her way over. She walked confidently, her eyes slightly narrowing as she realized he was involved in a conversation already, but she came to a halt right next to him anyway, not interrupting, but waiting for him to turn his head before she'd say, "Master Kressh, I assume. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm your new acolyte".

@Sreeya @Xorism

 

[Mjan Adas iv Sadow]

In truth, by the time Trodai had returned with the burrito, Mjan had already drank two Jawan Juices with Marcan Twists and downed three shots of Dromund Electric Water in anticipation and anxiety of this dish Trodai called a 'Burrito'. Holding in his hand, Mjan smelt of its flavorful aroma, admired the size in which it had been compacted, and drooled over the expected taste he had imagined. In truth, as the first bite was swallowed deliciously, Mjan found himself in heaven as the flavors and aroma mixed so well together. He couldn't imagine anything grandeur.

By the time the 'burrito' was nothing more than paper within his hands and Mjan looked around for the nearest trash can, he was amazed by the distance everyone seemed to have placed themselves at, especially that of Karys whom had seemingly disappeared. Only a few remained in close proximity as they questioned his health, but Mjan felt fine. It was at that moment that it dawned on him that something was afoot. His blackened eyes turned cold as his gaze met that of Trodai and it was likely the first time that his younger brother had ever seen the Sadow Scowl. And yet, before he could mutter his brother's name, a roar would erupt.

It was no ordinary roar of the Darkside, full of angered beef and demonic lettuce as the cheese exorcised its foul containment, the unholy trinity bursting forth like ravenous underworldly creatures out for blood as the six members of his entourage sprang forth to his aid with no avail. Not even the pink vial labeled 'Pumpto' could be forced down his throat long enough to settle the nauseous indigestion that profusely upset his stomach to the point of a second wave. Only this time, it didn't come from the throat as the rear of his armor flayed a spew of concentrated fecal matter that shot along the wall closest to him and across those closest to be spewn.

This would include @Azar Kressh, @Trodai Narat-iv-Adas, and likely @Cyutadakyr if she hadn't acted quick enough.

In part, Mjan couldn't help but ache to laugh at a well played prank. But on the other hand, Trodai had revealed a weakness in him that he did not want so openly apparent and brought his blood to a boil. In the end, however, Mjan was just thankful his armor had no underlying cloth that would be in need of changing. A simple rinse of a local watering hose would be more than sufficient at this point. But for the moment, he was simply along for the ride as his bowels regurgitated at both ends of the unholy spectrum.

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael had luckily taken his place behind the bar. As the contents of the burrito erupted from Mjan he yelled out to the group, "Grenade take cover!" Promptly ducking behind the bar with a sigh of relief. As he looked up he saw the bartender sadly covered in the barf. It dripping from him and the various bottles of liquor present.

It was than his nose was assaulted by the smell of feces. Still taking cover he shouted out, "Did it really come from both ends. Remind me to ban burritos from the next party." Taking a swig from his wine bottle and regretting allowing him to eat it.

After taking a swig the convergence of the smell coupled with the fact he noticed something on the bottle opening made him gag profusely. It would be audible for everyone in attendance. Then all they would see is a small fountain of puke come up from the bar. Trael would stand up covered in his own puke. He would take off his jacket and throw it in the trash. Walking to the bathroom his feet making sloshing sounds he would mumble, "I may be back."

@everyone in the shitshow

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai looked and laughed, as Mjan ate the burrito of doom. The Burrito Infernus. He backed away, as Mjan gave him a scowl. He only laughed more, at least initially...He did not expect quite the reaction it had with his brothers bowels. His entourage were of no help this time. But that was the idea in part. As the eruption took hold, Trodai saw he had a few options.

He could either take the brunt, run away, save himself or save Azar or Cyutadakr.

He decided to do a favour of sorts, and perhaps at least get on her better side by attempting to shield Cyutadakr from the puke onslaught. Afterall they had only just started to get along for once. And so like a chivalrous knight of old tales he dived over the bar, avoiding a poop dunking but was unable to avoid the mess Trael was producing.

Taking the brunt as he dove over, becoming a victim to puke for the second time at a party. Both he and Trael looked a pair until Trael walked away. Treading, puke boot marks over the floor leading to the toilets. Trodai spat out what he could, and looked on, dripping. This was not how he pictured the prank going.

@Sreeya @Xorism @Javier esschoolbus @Mythos @LadyRen

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar was drinking and eyeing Mjan curiously as Cyu made small talk with Trodai. The guy really didn’t look good and Azar could have sworn he heard some unnatural rumbling coming from somewhere. Azar took a single step back, eyes narrowing suspiciously. He glanced over when a girl popped out of nowhere to declare she was his acolyte. Azar was in the middle of drinking, and he coughed and sputtered, some alcohol dribbling down his chin from the shock of it all. He had formally put in for Karys’ promotion days ago, but he didn’t think he would be matched again so quickly.

Azar wiped his mouth off, “Acolyte, aren’t you too young to be-” He barely got out before Mjan started vomiting everywhere. Azar jumped and looked right in time to see some diarrhea splatter his jacket, “FUCK!” He yelped, using the Force to spin Mjan around so the arc of his turgid, brown spray would spew in another direction like flowing napalm. Some of it would conveniently splatter right into Feifi’s (@Hastur ) mouth as she had it open to make her quips.

Furious about the jacket, Azar tossed it off, leaving him shirtless and in his tight pants. He had to resist the urge to attack Mjan, mainly because he didn’t feel up to fighting right then. He had been feeling drunk and frisky and just wanted some meat, but instead he was rewarded with chunks of it courtesy of Mjan.

Azar cursed as he grabbed onto the bar and hopped over it, his lithe form easily arcing over the edge to land on the other side. He yelped as there was a small splash where he landed with his feet, not having realized Tralala (@Javier esschoolbus )also made his own contributions, “FUCKING DAMN IT YOU IDIOTS!” He screeched as he quickly grabbed a variety of different bottles. He mixed a few liquids together. He didn’t feel like using his blood so he simply spat into the glass and closed his eyes. Essence was essence, after all. He called the Force to himself, manipulating it as best as he could while sloshed. The liquid in the glass turned into a vibrant, blue mixture.

Azar looked over at Trodai (@Akheron ), “Hold him down and make him drink this,” He called out, glaring. The concoction was floated over to Trodai.

If Mjan drank the thing, it would stop the horrendous impacts from the burrito. However, it would make him very loopy and over the top friendly and giddy as a side effect. (Roll: 7/20 for potion effect)

@Mythos

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai took the concoction but not before removing his own now ruined shift, revealing the toned yet huge muscular physique he usually kept hidden away behind armour or clothing. The scars of many battles lined his body , some recent while others were far older. Picking up a chair, he used it as a makeshift shield as he approached Mjan with the vial.

Getting his entourage, who were equally covered in poo to hold him, before passing the vial along and one of them administered it.

Trodai looked embarrassed with Azar glaring at him. He just hoped he hadn't ruined any potential alliances with his shenanigans. Innocent though they may have been. He headed back to bar, looking to see what the strange concoction would do to his brother as he observed the aftermath.

@Xorism @Sreeya @Mythos @LadyRen

 

[Feifi Candorus]

Feifi, natrualy, spits this yucky shit out of her mouth, using all her self control not to vomit herself, using her mocktail to clean and maybe wipe this fetid spray that made its way in her mouth, out of taste, out of mind, out of taste, out of mind.. everything was fine, fine, fine, fine.

She felt herself gag, but no, she wasn't going to puke, no, she's fine.. she's fine.. nope, not fine, she dashed to the bathroom, to puke her guts out in dignity.

 

[Nevizkas]

Cyutadakyr smiled plainly as Trodai spoke of his progenitor, such a name hadn't yet made it to her ears but then again she had spent most of her life avoiding the politics of their kin.

Before they could answer, another acolyte spawned out of nowhere behind them, spooking Azar, as if she had not existed a moment prior. Before Cyu could even introduce herself to the girl, an egregious sound erupted out of the blueberry Sith, naught a thing to do but watch in horror as the defecation vesuvius, rendered and scored by the dark magiks of a burrito.

Cyutadakyr, a powerful force user in her own right, raised her hand to summon a force barrier to deflect the incoming brown missile. To her surprise, the projectiles were stopped by a heroic dash, leaving her without so much as a splotch of his brother's breakfast.

The fire hydrant of trouble didn't stop there, as a healthy splash went across the room towards a pair of busy bees dawdling nearby, who might have trouble seeing it coming due to their full attention being on another. @René @LouJoVi

He might have earned her thanks and gratitude, if it weren't for his instigation and prank. A little startled by it all, the pureblood carefully made her way to the bar, tiptoeing around any mess that had made it to the floor. Spotting the two purebloods bunking down behind the counter without their shirts on, in all their muscular glory, she smirked. "And here I thought the strippers came later." @Sreeya @Akheron

@Sreeya @Akheron @Mythos

 

[Ayomi Jakarta]

Gods above, why did his caress feel so good? Ayomi struggled not to lose themselves in the moment as Caer kept his fingers on their cheek, feeling the heat rising in their face as they brushed slowly along their jawline. They slowly began to relax, toned muscles loosening from their tense position as they observed the Annfyn's gorgeous face. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad night after all, maybe this was the 'fun' Feifi (@Hastur) had been going on and on about. Speaking of, the Tiefling could see the girl giving them an emphatic thumbs up from across the lounge. Oh great. They knew they'd be hearing all about this later, but unluckily for the Mandalorian it just gave them an excuse not to hold back in their sparring matches.

"My free time, I uh... lots of training with my lightsabers, I aim to be the best duelist in the galaxy. I also like reading, I um... the history books and tales of old Sith artifacts are always particularly intriguing. But uh, what about you? Do you just go around to parties telling people they look beau-"

Ayomi's reply to Caer was cut off as a wide spray of the foulest-smelling, chunky vomit splashed over them and the Annfyn, covering the table they were sitting at and coating the front of the Tiefling's leather jacket and the leather shirt underneath. Their mouth hung open in shock as increasingly yellow-tinged eyes scanned across the club to rest on the vomitting obsidian-skinned Pureblood, his posse, and the familiar red Pureblood Trodai, who looked strangely similar to the vomitting Sith. Ayomi sat there for a moment, seething with rage as they glared towards the bar. If only looks could kill, this would be easier.

"I relax for ONE MINUTE. ONE!" The Tiefling shouted, standing up as they tore off their vomit-covered jacket and shirt. They began marching towards the bar, clad in just a sports bra, pants, and leather boots; normally they'd be embarrased to be seen like this in front of so many people, their back and midsection almost completely exposed along with the plethora of old lightsaber scars that ran across their blue skin. But there were no other people they could see, just tunnel vision straight for the now-recovering Pureblood as their tail furiously flicked back and forth.

"You damned MORONS!" Ayomi yelled, completely ignoring the fact that the Pureblood had a significant size advantage on them. They were well-trained in martial combat, and especially in a weakened state any advantage he might have should be nullifed. If he stood up, they would leap towards the Pureblood with a knee aimed at his crotch and their right fist closed tightly and preparing an uppercut. They'd put down this literal party-pooper right here and now.

@LouJoVi @Mythos @Akheron

 

[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

Caerllion smiled when he saw Ayomi's reaction to his touch. They slowly started to relax and the Annfyn changed from using his fingers to holding their cheek with his open hand. He felt the warmth of their skin against his palm, loving the sensation of closeness between them. Since the Tiefling was relaxing with his careness, he used his thumb to continue doing it.

He paid close attention to Ayomi's answer to his question. When they mentioned that they liked to read about Sith artifacts, Caerllion immediately thought about something that appeared in the news recently. An old ruin in G'wenee where the Empire had made a warehouse. Maybe the Tiefling would like to go here to see it. He would arrange for them to visit the place together.

The Annfyn was going to say something, but he was interrupted by a spray of vomit that smells worse than a dead rancor. It splashed against the table near the two Sith and covered part of Caerllion' jacket and his shirt. He stared at the damage, his face contorting with disgust. His eyes changed from black to yellow, before finally settling in red.

"WHO DARES TO DESTROY OUR NIGHT?" he shouted, while removing the ruined clothes. Caerllion ended up being shirtless, revealing his toned torso. He looked around, trying to find the source of the vomit. His anger diminished a little bit when he saw Ayomi taking off her jacket and shirt. They looked so perfect right now, like a warrior deity. It only made him even more furious, because he could have still been talking with them if it wasn’t for the imbecile that vomited.

He saw a Pureblood, who he first thought was Trodai, but the color of his skin wasn’t the same as the Acolyte. "YOU ARE DEAD, PIECE OF SHIT!" he screamed, before rushing toward him, full of anger. Caerllion let Ayomi start with the retribution. The Annfyn would wait for an opening to kick the other Sith's legs, hoping to make him fall to the floor. "Now you are going to put that shit back." The Annfyn would say, before forcing him to swallow his clothes, starting with the part covered with the vomit.

@René @Mythos @Akheron

 

[Feifi Candorus]

after several rounds of vomiting in her dingy shuttles toilets, and god knows how many entire damn bottles of mouthwash, feifi returned like nothing happened, holding another mocktail to try and forget.. and- wait, what did she come back to? her master and her new flame going at it with the fucking weird ass zeltrons! WHOO YEAH, THIS MUST BE WHAT DAD FELT IN CHAOS! she ran over.

"masta! want me to join?"

while feifi's helmet may have been totaled at umbara, and aunt rue pissed off that she had to forge her a new one, she was still, in her core, raised mandalorian, and mandalorians were a combative people, she parted her cloak once more, the two sabers on each end of her gloved hands folding to the sides of her arms in ready for her masters word.

@fighting peeps XD

 

[Freyja]

If Freyja had known it was such a fully escalating kind of a party, perhaps she would have chosen alcohol after all...The first thing she noticed about her Master was that claiming he was 'scantily clad' might have been a slight overstatement. Alright, maybe he was one of the cool ones then - he seemed to enjoy himself greatly with the drink he gulped down and then almost choked on after the Ashen haired acolyte had popped up next to him.

Knowing that there were many old Champs and masters around, she had chosen a relatively tame, elegant outfit for the night. Given style choices of those around her, she noticed that her concerns had been unnecessary, but it was too late now. "I-" she wanted to cut in to defend herself as a load roar literally made the air vibrate around them before a jet of diarrhea shot in their direction.

Frozen like a deer in the headlights, she didn't manage to budge, and if it hadn't been for her new master, she would have taken the full brunt. The shit fountain thus spun away, yet the damage was already done - she was partly covered in it, and even without the alcohol, puke shot out of her without any halt.

Her whole body twitched in sheer disgust as she helplessness staggered, barely making it to the counter where she, without any warning collapsed. It wad too much, too unexpected, too damn gross to take, so her brain decided that simply switching it off for a moment was the way to go. She'd land with a thud, bumping into the high table next to her and as if the catastrophe wasn't perfect just yet, the chandelier that had been formerly on it dropped down as well, the three flames immediately licking at the curtains nearby. Not that there was shit and a fight, but now there was fire, too.

(Tagging those who might either see her fall or spot the fire)

@Sreeya @Xorism @Akheron @Mythos @Javier esschoolbus

 

[Mjan Adas iv Sadow]

The world went to chaos for Mjan as the world began to metaphorically spin before actually spin, like one of those summer toys that produced twin spouts of water in a spiral shape, and then nothing. Mjan's form went limp as he began to gargle on his puke and the diarrhea simply poured from his sphincter like a tilted chocolate fountain. This was when @Azar Kressh came in with a saving grace despite the embarrassing tornado of bodily fluids that had sprayed him as well.

Nearly instantly, Mjan's bodily fluid would subside, and his consciousness would be regained as he desperately sought out another one of those delicious burritos to fill his hungry belly. And yet, the world caught his gaze as he looked upward as the entourage stumbled to get him to his feet. It was beautiful. How the fire sparkled upon the chandeliers as it engulfed the silken curtains amidst the darkened moon. He looked over toward the struggling Kissai of his entourage and placed a sincere kiss upon each of their cheeks. Life was so good.

"Trodai.... one more of them 'burritos' bro..." He managed to get out before two others were upon him like Sand Panthers upon its mammeled prey. His form would slink back down upon the floor as his entourage let him go in order to quell and hinder their assault @Ayomi Jakarta, the two large Massassi at the front, but not before a few blows managed to connect. " Its.... so.... nice... to... meet... *mumbles*... all.

Mjan's words were emphasized by the blows, save for the one that was mumbled briefly by @Caerllion of Cyfnos's shirt before the large Massassi was able to carry them off. Attempting to get to his feet, Mjan chuckled from beneath the crusted vomit and fresh blood that poured from his nose and mouth. "I love it when we can all just get along... whoa, I shouldn't have done that." Some words were spoken, but largely the last was thought as Mjan felt his stomach churn once more from his own movements.

Mjan began to regurgitate once more, but this time was simply the alcohol, as it poured from his mouth like blackened ichor upon the floor in an enormous bubble. And yet, as it subtly drifted toward the fire, an explosion of fire would briefly encase the area between him and the others before it settled into a steady burn. A grin still etched upon his face, his eye beginning to swell closed, Mjan looked out to the others. "Oops. My bad." He spoke as he tried to stand once again.

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai looked up from his position to find Cyutadakr starting at him with a wide smirk upon her face. It appeared that despite their initial start she was warming up to him, even despite his mischievous behaviour.

He smirked back, laughing a little at the comment. Then he remembered what was going on around them. Looking over the counter, he saw the carnage he had unwittingly unleashed upon the establishment, he knew that strange man Gemini would have enjoyed the carnage. But he wasn't here. With massassi and kissai getting bashed about, with two other Champions he knew Ayomi and Caerllion.

In his condition he was getting pummeled. And then a chandelier fell and a fire started, setting off alarms and the above sprinkler system making the whole area even more slippery with a watery, gooey mess as it all combined.The smell was terrible for all.

Trodai sighed, so much for no trouble tonight. Again it found him even despite a simple attempt at a joke.

And he couldn't just let his brother suffer for his mistake. A prank gone very wrong. So consigned to fate, he went in as the warrior. A sacrifice to what came next as he entered the arena of poo, puke and fire. Standing tall like in old western movies. He decided to take on Ayomi, after all they were due a rematch.

Even despite the circumstances they found themselves in. It would be fun, he probably needed a fight. To stretch the limbs a bit. And so while they were distracted trying to uppercut Mjan, Trodai charged a MMA style tackle, aimed to bring both crashing to the ground in a mucky mess so he could deliver a ground and pounding using his greater physical force and size.

It was time to break some teeth.

@Sreeya @Xorism @Mythos @LouJoVi @Ayomi Jakarta @LadyRen @Hastur @Anyone else missed involved.

 

[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

Caerllion had been grabbed by some bodyguards before he could make the Pureblood eat his whole clothes. He was prepared to release all his wrath over them when he noticed the fire that had started. This made his eyes change from red back to their normal color. Now it was really bad.

He turned to look at Ayomi, still furious with the other Sith. “My Beautiful, I think that we should leave. The nightclub is literally catching fire.” he said, while gesturing to the growing flames. Tieflings could be immune to it, but he wasn’t. So if they decided to continue the fight, the Annfyn wasn’t going to stop them.

Then, he saw the Acolyte Trodai preparing to rush against Ayomi. Caerllion’s eyes flashed back in red. He used the Force to gather some of the fluids that were in the floor closer to him. Then he levitated it, throwing this ball of vomit and feces directed at the Pureblood. He would immediately use a Force push to make the red-skinned Sith stumble away. This night was already ruined and he was going to allow someone to drag his beautiful warrior deity in this dirty floor.

The ball was aimed at Pureblood’s head, aiming at his eyes and mouth. If he had it open..

Well, Trodai would be literally eating shit.

@René @Mythos @Akheron

 

[Vossari Khaldun]

The party had erupted into total chaos around them. Yet, again, Vossari felt like there was only one person in the room that really mattered: The giant that was pulling him right into the path of his fist.

With the both of them drunken, it would be almost impossible to get literally pulled without stumbling. No matter if it was a surprise or not, a drunk Massassi lunging at him drew an immediate physical reaction, wildly flailing his hands and casting the glass of wine to the air before the punch connected.

Which it did.

Mean right hook. Vossari's head jostled at the strike, and, ears still ringing from the first hit, got cracked again in the nose. Karys felt their cartilage crack on his fist as a steady stream of blood poured from his nostrils. It hurt. It was a surprise. But it wasn't the first time Vossari had been hurt by surprise, so they didn't immediately crumple onto the ground. Unfortunately for them, though, getting knocked twice while wasted on booze and herb didn't make Vossari want to fight more. It made them want to follow suit with the rest of this disgusting party.

Nose bleeding, they raised both hands to Karys's grip and shoved straight up, breaking his his hold on their collar. One handsimmediately dropped to their stomach, which felt more like a volcano ready to burst than it had a mere five minutes ago, while another stretched out, open palm up, to Karys - a sign of 'no contest' and 'stay back.'

"Ohhhhh," BRAPPPPPPPP sounded a particularly acidic sounding burp, "fuckkkkkkk." They dove in the direction of the nearest trash can, and emptied the liquid contents of the entire night into the receptacle. The vomiting spell stole their energy, as well. Body aching, slightly concussed, and still definitely drunk, they slumped next to the trash can, quietly, and groaned.

They had wanted to leave this party earlier, but now they needed to go. No longer focused on the Sith behemoth, they just wanted a wrap on this night. Shakily, Vossari rose to his feet, and on his EZPhone, opened the Swyft app to call a ride home. No words, no goodbyes, just an end to a long, emotionally charged night. They stepped out of the hot, vomit-and-shit-stinking club to the cool, vomit-and-shit-stinking air of Nar Shadda.

/thread exit attempt round 2

@Apollyon

 

[Ayomi Jakarta]

Ayomi might've been satisfied with their blows landing on the large obsidian Pureblood, but the intervention of his posse spurred on their rage. A swift round house kick to one of the Massassi's face dropped the brute immediately, and they ducked under a punch from the second. The Tiefling heard Fiefi call out; they couldn't see where the girl was, instead shouting, "Show me what you've learned apprentice!" and hoping the Mandalorian hear them. It sounded like Caer mentioned something about fire, but they couldn't quite make out what he said as a second Massassi continued to protect the puking Sith. A kick to their assailant's leg caused him to slip in the gathered muck on the floor, before spotting a charging red figure in the edge of their peripheral vision. Trodai. They had no clue what his role in all this was, but they had very little time to react after having been distracted by his obsidian look-alike.

If he'd been slowed down by Caerllion's intervention Ayomi would grab a now-burning table cloth from a nearby table and attempt to wrap it around Trodai's head as he charged forward for the tackle, taking a hint from whatever the raven-haired Annfyn had said to them earlier. The Tiefling was immune to fire, and wrappign the cloth around the acolyte's head would both blind him and allow them to redirect his momentum off to the side. If he wasn't slowed down, they'd only have time to utter a short "Fuck..." before they were driven to the ground, the air knocked out of them as they did a dry gasp.

@Hastur @LouJoVi @Akheron @Mythos @anyone else who wants in on this