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Dec 12, 2012 22:10:52 GMT -5
Post by Raytheon on Dec 12, 2012 22:10:52 GMT -5
The look she gave was all too familiar yet rare, it wasn't often he was casual with another to have been given that look. It made him chuckle as he watched her eat it was bloody yet not unpleasant any Sith that were uneasy at the sight of blood might have needed re-education or reconsidered a new career path.
He cut another chuck of steak from the plate smearing it in the juices a bit before sliding it into his mouth and chewing slowly taking in the rare taste flavor. It was nice to eat another another person, so often he sat in the exact same spot alone or with company only interested in getting f***ed and paid so they could move on to their next customer. As a casino owner most women interested in him were really only interested in his money his connections.
Honestly that wasn't so different now... however she was different it was for a house, or at least that's what he told himself yet he'd end up seeing her more than just one time. That was an aspect of her company he would enjoy the most. Once she recited her name he stop thinking for a moment and nodded with two twice jots.
"Kalima it's a nice name, but I'll continue to call you Naraka maybe except in isolation."
He still felt reluctant about giving his name, while it was just a name it could reveal a lot of his past to someone persistent enough to find out. "You have to trust sometime." He thought to himself. He set down the fork and knife, lifting a napkin to dab his mouth softly.
"My name is Permenion, and like you very few people know me by that name and fewer call me by it. It's a name I haven't used in over six years."
He lifted the fork and knife again worked towards cutting several portions of the steak in a small pieces as to save time. With each cut bloody juice leaked from the meat as he eventually finished he forked up several pieces at once chewing them and swallowing.
"How are you enjoying your thimiar, as good as you remember I hope?"
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Dec 13, 2012 2:47:52 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 13, 2012 2:47:52 GMT -5
On one level, Naraka couldn't help but let a wry smile creep across her face on the notion that if her name was Permenion she probably wouldn't have used it either.
Of course, she didn't actually say that. There was nothing to be gained by making her newfound friend and ally angry or hurt. Besides, she had the feeling that like her, he wouldn't easily forget slights or betrayals. Yes, he was far too professional to let them ruin something, but he might find little ways to get revenge.
It was just bad practice to say that to a friend, and even the wild woman who'd spent years in solitude knew that. She had to play by the rules now.
"Yes, delicious," The Togruta Sith said between bites. steadily devouring the meat and casting aside the fur. Unlike a typical supermarket meal, this wasn't gutted and cleaned, least of all divided into neatly cut white meat and dark meat.
Of course, even when the parts edible by human standards were finished, Naraka continued. She pulled out internal organs and chewed them, in a rather grisly display that was likely to kill off any sexy vibe that she'd been building.
Incidentally, this was probably the part of the first date where a human decided maybe he'd leave the Togruta girl next time and ask out Susan Alari from Accounting instead.
There was always a downside to the exotic choice. Sometimes it was getting heartburn from that Twi'lek food, other times it was getting a vaccination before you headed off to the Rim, and with Naraka it was that her eating habits were generally enough to scare off anyone when she wasn't being served food that was unrecognizable as coming from an animal.
She eyed his steak, and she had to admit it looked so unappealing. Naraka's appetites for raw meat and simple foods were piqued, and she didn't find the idea of something cooked to be appealing right now.
The Togruta woman reached for a napkin and dabbed at a combination of blood and digestive juices that had leaked onto her chin.
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Dec 13, 2012 4:00:06 GMT -5
Post by Raytheon on Dec 13, 2012 4:00:06 GMT -5
He could hear that smile it was a smile of being slightly amused, he smiled himself and shook his head. though he didn't utter a word he could understand. Leave it to blue bloods to give their child such a name, he reached for his glass sipping down the contents nearly half way. He finally started on the taro it was similar in a way to a potato but had a different texture and taste yet by taste alone one could tell it was a starch.
Only a few quick cuts with his fork and eating it and he'd finished it and focused on his steak. He looked over to her now as she pulled the little internal organs and chewed on them. It would be a lie to say that didn't disturb him however he had a strong stomach and had been privy to many strange and exotic palates.
He could see the bile, blood and organ flesh stained upon her teeth. If focused on teeth alone it was like watching a savage animal chew on the innards of a poor prey freshly killed, in a way that wasn't too far from reality.
However his disturbed outlook on it soon faded, as he picked a few more morsels of food from the plate before pushing the plate a few inches from himself and picked up his napkin dabbing his lips with a a few times before looking to her as she wiped away the blood and juices on her chin.
He leaned back with a smile as he watched her consume the little creature with what he could call brutality.
"Well you could consider this girl's dinner bought.."
He jested with her earlier comment on buying a girl a dinner, had she not shown up he would have presented it to her only a day or two later when he returned to Korriban. He reached for the wine glass sipping it down a long length until it was finished before setting down the glass and looking around.
"Look at us, Sith here on Zeltros eating in an expensive casino while the rest of our Order are off doing the bidding of the inner sanctum or sweat their a**es off in that archaic temple in thick heavy uncomfortable robes. Focused on threats, anger and power that will make them no more or less ... insignificant."
He smiled with a comical fashion as almost he wanted to mockingly laugh that them.
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Dec 13, 2012 4:19:25 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 13, 2012 4:19:25 GMT -5
"Makes you wonder why you became a Sith," Naraka said with a laugh.
While she hadn't meant the comment seriously, she instantly realized it could be interpreted in just that way. Edgy, a question of loyalties; the type of thing that determined how much one trusted a possible spy, about how much bravery they had in order to face down a test.
If she had been a spy, and he spoke of the Order the wrong way, it could result in more serious consequences. Even if they were just 'friends,' if one denounced the other it could provide them with prestige. But if they both spoke freely despite their status as treacherous folk, they could truly say they'd cemented their relationship as friends.
Trust was a very funny thing. On one level, Naraka trusted everyone she ever was intimate with, and even just the ones she turned her back on. There was a certain amount of trust you had to place in others in order to lower you guard, in order to draw close. A certain amount of it could be offset by skill, and more of it could be offset by being choosy.
In this case, however, she didn't know enough to make a judgment. While Haust was her friend now, he could sell her down the river for the chance to discredit a Sith Master and gain favor.
All she had to do was qualify or retract her statement, to play it safe and not risk a thing. But that wasn't in Naraka's nature. Risks were a part of her life, part of her reason for being. She lived for dangers, big and small. And this was a test of both her mettle and him.
She let her laughing question stand, and doubled down on it.
"Why did we join the Sith anyway? Why are we still in it?"
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Dec 13, 2012 4:43:36 GMT -5
Post by Raytheon on Dec 13, 2012 4:43:36 GMT -5
"Makes you wonder why you became a Sith,"
He laughed along with her on the comment as he thought back, his joining wasn't exactly voluntary nor was it truly of his free will. At the time he didn't even know the Order existed he'd been so torn from the politics of the galaxy he didn't even evaluate the movements of the Jedi anymore and only focused on the aspects of himself, his business, his pleasure.
He was always weary of people mistrusting him for his ideologies, he knew the Sith Code and he followed it to the exact mantra to the very end "The Force shall set me free." It's what we wanted and while within it's graces he was free to a degree however answered to another power another ideological social convention.
While it wasn't of his own choosing it offered him a larger degree of personal freedom than the Jedi did. He remembered back when he officially severed ties the moment he murdered his nemesis it wasn't something he regretted he enjoyed watching him die, reveled in it every moment he could recall. The look in Greatulus's eyes was a look of betrayal, disbelief and the sweetest of all... defeat.
However he on a level knew of Naraka he knew she wasn't completely leaning on the idea of the Sith Order. She was a Sith Master and if she wanted he's sure she could have tried to have him killed, his assets seized in some underhanded manner he was confident he could perhaps best her in the skill with a light saber she could summon the whims of so many initiates to aid her on a mission.
From such he concluded if she wanted him dead he would be, there were many opportunistic moments to have done such, and him to her. "Ah what the hell you only live once... got to trust sometimes" That phrase spoke out to him it was a phrase he'd often ignored for the exception of Forshaa, beautiful, worn, savage yet lovely.
Haust signed deciding it would be best, all things came to an end eventually even him.
"Me? I joined involuntarily I didn't even know this Order existed until I was dragged to the temple by Imperial military forces. I sought, as cliche as it may sound power, but more importantly knowledge. I was given a choice join or leave however I knew they'd never allow me to leave so I joined and here I am... as for why I'm still in it?"
He paused and laughed, it was a ridiculous reason to some but for him it worked.
"Convenience... The Order are a means to an end. They provide me with a degree of freedom and for the price I occasionally do a mission of hunting down some cults, rebels, deserters something I find rather sporting. When the walls fall and the Republic overruns this Order and sends them scattering I scatter too back to the oblivion of the galaxy.
However in the off chance that this Order actually attains a degree of galactic supremacy I stand as one of them. So yes, the most honest and straight forward answer is convenience... yourself?"
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Dec 13, 2012 22:17:49 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 13, 2012 22:17:49 GMT -5
Naraka slid one agile finger around the lip of her wineglass, listening to a story that was rather like her own, save for one key detail. She was never inducted by force. The Togruta woman had never been forced into anything, and she wasn't about to be.
She smiled thinly as her dark eyes took in the rich purple of the wine in her glass. The Sith Master knew full well that she was far too willful and proud to ever put herself in that situation. That wasn't to say she'd never face it, but if she did... It wouldn't be of her own making.
And there was always a way out.
"As much as I'd like to pretend I'm loyal to the Sith or devoted in some way, we're far too alike for that to be the truth."
The Togruta woman dropped her bloodied napkin onto the plate and rose from her chair, holding her wine glass in one hand and sliding the other across the smooth grey silk of her dress, feeling the trim stomach underneath. A soft swishing sound accompanied her as she returned to the chair she'd been in earlier.
One leg folded across the other, her bare foot swaying gently as she continued her own little story.
"I came to the Sith because I had nothing better to do. I've never been driven by ideology or a sense of unity. I was bored, and that's the only reason. As to why I don't leave..."
Naraka smiled a little as she swirled the wine in her glass, finally taking a sip.
"It's just not worth the effort to leave. Who wants to deal with a death mark? So annoying when you want to visit friends in civilized systems. Oh, don't get me wrong though, if I betrayed the Sith I could disappear completely and never be seen again by them, but it's just such a hassle."
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Dec 13, 2012 23:01:09 GMT -5
Post by Raytheon on Dec 13, 2012 23:01:09 GMT -5
He seemed to keep a relaxed expression of indifference as she spoke on her experiences and mostly of her loyalties to the Order and even why she continued to to stay, and the reasoning of her joining. In a way he couldn't see it, however someone like Naraka would be bored, to have nothing better to do seemed close to an impossibility.
Even he always had something to do, there was always someone who needed pleasure, someone who wanted to gamble, take a chance or even be worth killing. While spilling blood was never at the top of his list it always gave him a chance to practice his skills and demonstrate his abilities. He always found ways to keep himself occupied, even now had he been alone this evening he would have sought out a from of entertainment or recreation.
There was always a solution for him to combat boredom.
"I agree, such a hassle though yet I'd assume you'd find your way around such obstacles I surely could and while it wouldn't be in the realm of impossibility to fade away right now I still enjoy what they offer. And might I add what I've found?"
He only posed the tone of inquiry with the final word found before standing slowly and approaching the nearest window to look out over the view of the the Zeltros Southern Province the thousands of speeders passing by, and the several maintenance droids attenting to the casino building it self were seen along the exterior as he looked down.
"So tell me Naraka, after this House you long for is restored do you plan on living there long term? Or having it remain in pristine condition for the times you decide to return it on occasion?"
He clasped his hands behind his back looking down over the city, particularly at a factory styled building perhaps twenty miles away he recently procured from a Mr. Gallano. In his mind he was already tearing it down and rebuilding it into something more glorious and ornate. He could use the land for anything but decided ultimately to retain it's purposes as a brothel.
Clients were comfortable coming to that area and it pressed to have an already impressive demographic. On Zeltros women and men prostitutes had to be particularly skilled since it wasn't exactly a challenge to get laid on the planet they had to learn techniques and methods to help one reach climax faster or prolong it as the client desired. So the business of running a brothel earned large amounts of annual revenue revenue that would work out directly for him.
He looked forward to that business venture, success or failure he could always just sell off the land it was prime real estate and no matter the outcome he'd win. After thinking of the building he turned halfway to Naraka looking to her for her response.
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Dec 13, 2012 23:50:33 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 13, 2012 23:50:33 GMT -5
Her intentions for the House weren't something she'd put a whole lot of attention into. Up until she had the funding, it was just a general concept, one possible avenue. Now that she had her funds all guaranteed, it was the time to put some more thought into it.
Naraka's time to process what she wanted had been very limited, but she did have a clear mental image. This house would serve as a home for her, a place of refuge she could retreat to for a week or a month at time. It was going to be an intimate little location, where she might even live her own life.
It'd be nice to take an alias, and to be some Togruta who wanted a vacation home. No questions asked, no suspicions. She wouldn't have to live as a Sith or a Dark Jedi at all, just an ordinary woman
"I suppose," She began with a smile. "That I'm looking for a vacation home. Some place to stay that isn't Korriban, a place where I can relax, but still stay in touch with the outside galaxy."
Periodically the Togruta woman felt a desire to get away, from all the powerhungry little Initiates, the dreary teaching sessions, and the annoying little feeling she had surrounded by Sith. Naraka had never been a huge fan of people, with little use for them outside of her own pleasure or in using them to gain something for herself. It took a lot to earn her trust, and it took a certain special chemistry that didn't come up every day.
Realistically, Haust was probably the only Sith she would ever bond with in that way. It had been two years or so in the Order, and he was the only friend she'd made. By this point, she saw the writing on the wall.
"You know, a place like this, where you're free from ambitious little worms and constant plotting. However, my tastes are much less..." Her eyes rested on the various pieces of art, and she took in the sleek and modern feel. "Opulent."
That was the word. Haust was into opulence, not that she was judging him for it.
"Now what did you find, Permenion?"
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Dec 14, 2012 0:39:26 GMT -5
Post by Raytheon on Dec 14, 2012 0:39:26 GMT -5
"Now what did you find, Permenion?"
That name made him shudder, it had been a long time since someone called him by that name and each time it brought back memories he'd rather not have lived yet it also had a since of intimacy, not many knew that name including Naraka he could count them on a single hand without the need to use all his fingers. He turned to her smirking, unclasping his hand from behind his back.
"First... that name I think we both know why I prefer Huast but for you I don't mind. As for what I found that is also simple it's you a intelligent like minded individual who craves similar things. Not all similar things but similar ideals and views the Sith similarly."
He began walking closer to the table gesturing his hand limply towards the open transparisteel view of Zeltron, sliding his other hand into his pocket as he approached slowly with calculated steps, each step causing the soles of his dress shoes to click with the marble floors, continuing to speak.
"Not to mention we view the laughable behavior of those at the Korriban temple with like mindedness. Drones who answer to an ideological structure blindly and are run by their emotions to crave power to control an entire galaxy. Had they been born without the command of the force they'd be considered insane or a politician.
And like me we find the aspect of having a ... retreat to get away from the demands of this Order appealing. While many would devote themselves to this thing fully it is like tying your self to a burning house you'll only burn with it. I'd like to think we're more flexible and think of the alternate possibilities rather than the absolutes."
He shrugged a moment before finally approaching her, standing only a few feet from her as placed a hand on her shoulder giving it an assuring squeeze.
"Not to mention, I enjoy the way you make me bleed..."
He looked down to her with his sulfuric gaze his eyes illuminating slightly against the light in the room. Before moving his hand and turning back to his chair and promptly sitting casually if if he had never utterly that last line. Perhaps in a manner of teasing or perhaps something more elusive.
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Dec 14, 2012 1:28:44 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 14, 2012 1:28:44 GMT -5
Naraka smiled as he touched her bare shoulder, and she grinned a toothy smile as he mentioned bleeding. That had been a very fun time in the cantina, though she fully expected they'd made a few people very mad.
Prudes everywhere, not interested in a little fun.
However, she let his comment about blood go without verbal acknowledgment. They both knew it hadn't fallen on deaf ears, not that she had ears. Instead, she continued to build on his point, enhancing the bond.
"We," Naraka said with cool confidence, "Are realists, and we are pragmatists. And while we might walk in society and play our parts, neither of us belong to it. We're outliers, the ones without a flag to follow. Our loyalties are to ourselves first, to people second, and third to everything else."
It felt a little strange to be with such a kindred spirit, but since she'd first met him, the similarities to each other had just grown. Yes, there were differences.
He was a verbose and sophisticated man of wealth, with expensive tastes. Undoubtedly he ate the finest gourmet foods, drank the best wines, and he obviously wore only the most luxurious clothes. Even his place of residence was palatial, and lavish. In contrast, she was simple, generally speaking plainly and directly. She ate raw meat, and whatever she could find as unprepared as possible, and she drank plain water except on special occasions. She wore leather, and nothing else.
But despite those differences, they were both just sides of the same coin. Wild, unprincipled, pursuing pleasure, and loyal to no one but themselves.
"So different, aren't we? A girl from a remote tribe on Shili, and a wealthy businessman... Yet we're the same person."
Naraka finished her glass after that observation, and pulled her long legs up under her. She set the glass down on an end table, and wondered where exactly this was going to go. To more passion perhaps? Or were they destined for something more important?
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Dec 14, 2012 2:25:15 GMT -5
Post by Raytheon on Dec 14, 2012 2:25:15 GMT -5
It was hard not to look at her with lustful intent, she was beautiful, buxom passionate and exuded a libidinous to a degree of making one fall into a trance. Even a man who had high taste such as Haust found her irresistible. Every movement she made was seductive even the ones unintended, perhaps a personality asset one could never really know. It was the mystery that made her all more interesting company to have, however she was correct for all their similarities there were large differences.
He crossed his legs and smiled letting loose a chuckle canting his head to the right before responding to her question.
"We are, very much so but it's often that opposite spectrums are attracted and with the opposites there usually blending contrasts white on black.. though I sincerely doubt either of us could be compared to the color white we are far too diverse for such a color. But I'm sure you get my point regardless we both sit here on Zeltros the planet of pleasure."
He reached forward grabbing the neck of the black glassed bottle and pouring himself another half glass of wine setting it back down with a light thud unto the wood surface of the table. He grabbed the glass by the neck sipping down nearly all of it cradling the glass in his right hand and watching her.
The term same person was lingering in his mind, she didn't say same type of person but same person, Haust attempting to think into it but drew a blank. However what she said did draw a certain curiosity, "A girl from a remote tribe on Shili." He had a name, if he so desired it wouldn't be too hard to discover those roots had he actively sought it out in fact he would only need to make a call and wait. Though it could cost him this new friendship rather quickly, he decided to dismiss this notion however he wouldn't forget it.
"You feel we are the same person? Though that does beg to question certain elaboration because perhaps you are not alone in your ... process of thinking. Perhaps that opinion is not only your own, you could have many options of attaining necessary wealth and I could spend my time with any other woman and yet I'm here with you and not regretting it so far."
He set a finger on the rim of the wine glass encircling it, observing her expressions for subtle changes with his reply. It was strange for him to be talking this long, almost as if he were playing a game of chicken seeing which would jump first. At the same time he was rather comfortable not jumping right to immediate passion. Finally tipping back to the glass and finishing off another glass of wine before setting it back into the table.
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Dec 14, 2012 2:44:34 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 14, 2012 2:44:34 GMT -5
"And I'm not regretting it either," Naraka said smoothly.
He was right about one thing for certain. Neither of them was white. While Naraka didn't exactly care, she'd once heard it said that white was the absence of color, and black the presence of all. Certainly her life had colored her, and left her free of any purity she had once had.
The Togruta woman was all colors now. Red for the blood she'd spilled, blue like a flower's blossoms, yellow like the corrupted eyes of a Sith that she'd somehow avoided. There were greens and browns, a color for every single sin. The result was something most definitely no longer white, and a very dark shade indeed.
Still, one could find a certain beauty in the dark of the night. After all, when it was dark enough one could see the stars shining brightly. Maybe it was the evils she committed that made her little acts of generosity or love dazzling, when they were noticed.
Lover, cruel master, benevolent mother, firm teacher, patient mentor. Naraka was everything and nothing at the same time, a curious fusion of every role imaginable into one person, never the same at any given moment. It was her own unpredictability and propensity to do her own things that had likely saved her from such things as gold or red eyes.
Corruption was a little funny. She was definitely evil, but she lacked the outer manifestation of it. Honestly she'd never thought over it.
"There are other ways to gain money and favors. I could rob a bank or a casino like this with less difficulty than you might expect. If I was especially patient, I could find some wealthy old man with billions of credits to his name. I could seduce that man and bend him to my will, playing the role of mistress or wife to rob him of everything he had. It would be so very easy."
Her brown eyes gleamed as she described the possibility, but she quickly focused in on the human again with a disinterested look and a dismissive wave of her hand.
"But I have no interest in power or wealth. I want one house, not a dozen, not even a mansion. One. And I know now you'll oblige me. And in return, I'll take good care of you."
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Dec 14, 2012 3:15:11 GMT -5
Post by Raytheon on Dec 14, 2012 3:15:11 GMT -5
The immediate thought of Naraka veiled from head to toe in a white wedding gown was a very amusing thought, white for purity. Marchign down an aisle to be wed in matrimony to some elder male Muun with some great large head dress and rose petals...He had to tuck in his lower lip and look away to the view for a moment to stifle any laughter over the imaginative imagery of that.
He remained looking away for ten seconds before turning back to her having heard every word and nodding.
"Of course Naraka, and you know I'll gladly oblige you for this deed what are friends for.."
He smiled leaning forward gazing into her brown eyes, reaching to his forehead to move away a few strands of hair from his forehead. His thoughts now centered on the return she spoke of, there was so much he could desire for one he still desired someone to kill that b***h Zellatta across the strip.
She was the current bane of his business, admittedly she was better equipped for business mentally and had a knack for marketing technique that led to her casino being more profitable and stealing away many clientele of the Majestic.
However Haust would never admit this openly or even to himself, and such a task was work to be undertaken by an assassin. Her death would be the opening he needed to put that casino into bankruptcy.
The death of a successful and wise Casino President the price for partnership would plummet he could buy it up and assimilate under his name. He quickly shook his head he didn't need to focus on her he needed to focus on Naraka she was far more attract than a Zeltron.
Haust cleared his throat lightly and subtly, before speaking his curiosity back on her reply,
"So Naraka just how would you take good care of me?"
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Dec 14, 2012 3:47:32 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 14, 2012 3:47:32 GMT -5
"Do you really have to ask?" The Togruta purred, rising from her seat and crossing the room slowly.
Her walk was like a predator and a fashion model merged into one being, striking and captivating. Her face wore a look, instantly recognizable as her very best 'enticing' gaze. Her lips were curled into a knowing smile.
Naraka had one particular method of 'reward' at the forefront of her mind, and if she knew Haust, it was near the front of his consciousness as well. He wanted her, and she liked him. They made a nice couple in their way really.
The Togruta Sith lowered herself onto Haust's lap, dangling her legs over the arm of the chair, and wrapping her arms around his neck. Under normal circumstances she might not have done that, as she was a rather tall woman. However, Haust was large, large enough that she wasn't in much danger of making him uncomfortable.
"Imagine a partner dedicated to your pleasure, and your pleasure alone, willing to do anything for you. No limits, no restraints."
Her dark eyes stared into his from inches away, and she hovered just outside kissing distance. For her this was a practiced position, teasing. She was just within the reach where it felt real, but from a position where she could control, where she could choose to withhold the intimacy she offered just as easily, or even just deliver it at her own time.
"Of course, I'm open for alternate rewards. But none are as fun."
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Post by Raytheon on Dec 14, 2012 4:34:07 GMT -5
"My pleasure.. and mine alone?"
Haust replied back rather quickly, the thought was always on the forefront of his mind and was rather there on a permanent basis however he would often need to indulge in other business leaving him to put it on hold much of the time. This gave him a sense of control regarding his desires, he could flip them off at a whim but what would be the point of that now.
He scooped an arm underneath her, the other hand placed flatly on her abdomen. He was gentle, caressing and careful being sure not to place any harm upon her as he leaned in only an inch. He could smell the scent of wine and blood and while to most that would seem as a turn off it wasn't for him.
He was used to the variety of the exotic, bloody, raw and while she looked into his eyes with those mysterious brown eyes she might notice the slight tinges of blue within the sulfuric yellow sea of his irises. He would continue to repeat the lines she fed him in question form in a charmed tone along with a statement of his own.
"No limits and no restraints...? That could be quite dangerous to your health Kalima then again what isn't worth the risk of death that isn't considered fun?"
He emphasized her name before he leaned in to kiss her full lips when the sudden beeping disturbed his movements, he leaning back and removing his hand from her abdomen before reaching to his pocket and pulling out his comm unit. It was an advanced model with a holographic interface producing the image of the corpulent human male, Operations Manager.
"This had been very urgent or else I will feed you to one of the Reeks..." Haust droned out to him, his threat hard to read as authentic or empty. The fat man on the other end pulling out an inhaler and taking in a few breathes before nodding.
"Mr. Haust I'm calling as per your instructions the half of your winnings from the tournament what account did you wanted deposited into?"
Haust looked too Naraka whispering "Sorry" before furrowing his brow and looking back to the comm unit and smiling approvingly.
"Open a new account under the name .. Naraka I'll send the bio-metric data for accessing later, deposit all winnings save for the deed to the brothel."
He looked back to Naraka smirking, "And that's that..." He muttered to her casually as if he were buying a soda from a vending machine.
The man on the other end only mumbled half a word before Haust hung up on him tossing the comm unit on the table causing it to slide halfway across to the middle, where ti sat still not sign of a call back and a signal of his refusal to be disturbed again while in her company.
"So... where were we?" he asked both casually and comically giving her a playful smile.
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Dec 14, 2012 4:48:47 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 14, 2012 4:48:47 GMT -5
When he said it could be dangerous to her health, that prompted just one soft statement.
"I live for danger," Naraka purred with a broad and toothy grin.
Interestingly, she only realized he'd used her actual name when he excused himself and answered his call. As he talked, she had an expression of casual disinterest on her exotic features, as if she was bored by his talk.
Frankly, she didn't mind when he used her actual name. While she did prefer Naraka nine times out of ten, it wasn't bad to have a friend use her actual name. That just made them feel a little intimate, like there were no secrets. Of course there were always secrets though.
While she was genuinely bored, she didn't fail to notice his concrete actions to fund her. That prompted a gleam in her eyes, and a wide smile. When he spoke to her again, she didn't hesitate.
"We were here," She said as she cradled his face between her hands and locked lips with him, kissing him deeply and passionately. Naraka didn't rush it at all though, letting it drift along at a leisurely pace.
When she finally came up for air, she looked at him eye-to-eye, her nose maybe a half an inch from his. The Togruta maintained an unflinching gaze with his corrupted eyes.
"Now what do you want tonight? Sky's the limit."
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Dec 14, 2012 6:43:55 GMT -5
Post by Raytheon on Dec 14, 2012 6:43:55 GMT -5
"We were here,"
It was the phrase that apparently pays, he knew what came next anyone would know what came next. The warm touch of her hands upon his face everything moves in slow motion. The pull of his face to hers as they locked lips and kissed deeply, passionately. She had eaten moments ago and he could taste it, the iron rich blood still soak into her tongue and the aroma of it mixed with wine.
How long was the kiss, ten seconds, twenty, a minute it seemed to drag on for a time uncounted. as they kissed his hand pressed up against her leg creeping up slowly above her left knee, inching up her dress along the way. As the kiss finally broke his bottom lip was moist with her saliva, the quick lash of his tongue across it to savor the taste of a fresh kill. He could only smile as as they shared a unflinching gaze, both with lustful intent.
"Now what do you want tonight? Sky's the limit."
He moved the arm that pressed against her firm abdomen beneath her thighs as he stood easily holding her in his arms, his arms grew tense and hard as he held her effortlessly and while to some it may seem like a chore but even without the aid of the force she was light to him, he lifted more weight than she in his daily fitness regime. Part narcissism part preparation for a duel, or challenge and in moments such as this it also came in handy.
He walked slowly in the direction opposite of the kitchen area towards another set of thick wooden door, the flick of two fingers under her would have one slowly creak open revealing a large chamber the most prominent object would be the large two hundred gallon kolto tank on the form on a sarcophagus along the right side wall, yet in the center a stage sized bed plush with several cyrene silk comforters and various pillows.
I varied much differently from their last encounter, upon a cold hard permacrete and ceramic tiled floor of a semi crowded cantina. And while that was something that could be labeled as passion unleashed here they'd have a sense of control, no peering eyes and an entire night to continue as they pleased. Not to mention the factor of comfort, this venue provided.
"I'm thinking tonight, we actually use a bed." He grinned brightly kneeling unto the edge of the bed to lay her upon it softly
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Dec 14, 2012 23:51:06 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 14, 2012 23:51:06 GMT -5
Haust picked Naraka up with strong arms and carried her into the bedroom, laying her down on a luxuriously soft bed. What happened next lasted many hours, and they made it luxurious.
When it was all over, the Togruta Sith Master lay on the bed, nestled between soft blankets. One of her arms was wrapped around Haust's body, and her dark eyes were closed as she dozed very lightly.
It was almost like they were ordinary lovers. Indeed, wholly unlike their last time. This time they weren't vicious or rough, and her fangs were only used for playful love bites. In the end though, they were both still perfectly satisfied, only without any scars or bruises.
The light of morning was soon in the sky, and Naraka had left the bed, finding a place in one of the green houses that she liked, and sitting there in the nude, meditating.
Even though she was a Sith, the Togruta woman seemed genuinely peaceful, and completely placid.
As odd as that seemed, Naraka was generally rather calm and nonviolent outside of her rage, or her occasional desire to cause suffering. Most of the time she was merely aloof and interested more in herself, and in her own quiet exploits.
This morning, she was busy meditating on her new funds, and trying to envision what she'd do with the old house. And of course, trying to determine her timetable.
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Dec 15, 2012 2:49:04 GMT -5
Post by Raytheon on Dec 15, 2012 2:49:04 GMT -5
The sun indeed rose, and to the transparisteel roof and ceiling the light poured in unobstructed, lighting the entire penthouse with the arm rays of the Zeltros sun, hints of pink and yellows decorating the entirety. Outside of the Penthouse there could still be music heard as the day walkers continued the constant celebratory nature of the planet Haust himself slept in and wasn't awake until nearly twenty minutes after Naraka
It was a unique experience that had one without the use of force or pain yet still enjoyable, Haust for one was grateful he wouldn't have to wash blood from his bed. after they had finished he slept soundly only to awake in an empty bed. He was used to sleeping in company and waking alone it was something he'd commonly experienced. His hair roughed with bed head and still nude and sticky from the previous night left him with a smile. He stood of the bed to walk toward his kolto tank activating it as it slowly opened and he stepped in.
His kolto tanks while fitted to work as a healing station also worked as a bathing station, the microbes in the solution ate away the bacteria, dirt, grime and left the skin with a tingling feeling but clean. It took only ten minutes before it was complete, opening to free him and stepping out dripping with a kolto and saline solution on his body.
While he didn't always use a kolto tank from cleaning himself, it was convenient and quick rather than a daily shower he submitted himself to. But he was rather relaxed on it this day, his narcissism would show in his morning tasks. Brushing his teeth, facial masque, shaving, aftershave lotion, moisturizer, anti-aging cream, eye drops to lessen the blood shot look from corruption and light body oil. This was followed by slipping on black Nabooian cotton boxer briefs and a matching undershirt.
All intended to keep him as impeccable looking as possible, it was a chore but for him took fifteen minutes to cover the entire day. Afterward dressing within rather casually in charcoal hued slacks tucked into black bantha leather boots and his utility around his waist his lightsaber absent from it at the moment. He reached to a study grabbing a cigarette from his cigarette case before pressing it between his lips and lighting up.
Feeling ready to finally take on the day he marched out of his chambers, recalling what he'd do that day approaching the center table to grab his comm unit he'd left there the previous night with it in his hand he finally opened it to see several missed communications a slight grin on his face before he felt her presence. He looked up and over to the green house the red of her skin unmistakable as he slowly approached.
"Kalima? you're still here?" He called out looking into her direction before slowly approaching her, using her real name a sign of both isolation and intimacy he'd grown comfortable using that name for her, But knew not to use it publicly.
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Dec 15, 2012 3:09:29 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 15, 2012 3:09:29 GMT -5
Naraka was a terrible judge of time unless she was actively looking at a clock, so it could have been fifteen minutes or three hours before Haust emerged from his chambers and approached her.
He seemed surprised, surprised that she was still there. After all, she'd had her fun and been given an account for her use with 275,000 Credits in it, so there was no real need to stay. However, she had. Naturally that was a matter for confusion on the part of the human man.
As much as the Togruta Sith would have been delighted to say she'd done it to confuse him, she'd merely had nothing better to do. But she didn't have to answer that.
"Permenion, if you couldn't tell I was still here from inside your room, you need to train some more."
The rebuke was delivered in an even and an amiable tone, with a slight smirk. However, the red-skinned woman never opened her eyes as she talked. The bulk of her attention was focused on a little seedling in a pot that she was encouraging, planted there when she woke up, and already a sprout.
There was no rush to get back to the Temple, as she'd notified them of her absence for a few days. And she did have half a mind to enjoy Zeltros for a while.
The flower continued to grow centimeter by centimeter. It was so easy to take care of a plant, to make it grow and to make it beautiful. People weren't nearly so easy, but the greater the challenge, the greater the reward.
"Tell me Haust," She asked, "Do you need to be needed?"
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