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So who's ready to help me sock ol Adolf on the jaw?!
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Post by Dire Wolf on Feb 22, 2009 15:17:02 GMT -5
"Ah yes, politics, coming from the ancient Corellian word: Poly, meaning many... and the word Tick, meaning blood sucking insect." Ryn thought as he scanned the crowd. He was not a big fan of politicians, too many were corrupt to trust one on general principle... the only ones that seemed to be alright were the first term ones, and that is only because they have not had the chance to be paid-off yet.
"Bah" He said to himself, forcing that line of thought out of his mind. Thinking that of anyone before actually meeting them... no matter how true the stereotype was. He sighed as he leaned against the wall, looking around for potential threats, but he doubted that anything would happen. Anyone crazy enough to actually try something would be caught by the extremely heavy security that encircled the building for at least a mile or two. That was one reason why he elected to wear the traditional Jedi Robes instead of the armor that he kept after the Korriban mission... he did have to look like a Jedi every once and awhile.
In truth, it had not been all that long since Korriban, and he honestly half expected this Grawn character to hop out from around the corner and try to slice him in half... it had been this way the past two missions in a row. Ryn knew that this mission was just meant to be a breather, he was to make sure a bunch of prim-and-proper stuck up senators didn't start a ballroom blitz. The council had also given him a second part to this mission though: He was to watch over Queen Hyria of Onderon with a particularly... watchful... eye.
Well, its easier than fighting a Dark Jedi... He thought with a shrug and the roll of his blank white eyes.
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10Tickler
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Feb 23, 2009 11:32:27 GMT -5
Post by 10Tickler on Feb 23, 2009 11:32:27 GMT -5
Stiffening as he saw how the Senators were getting closer to one another, Damien had to wonder... how hard would it really be to impersonate one of them? Sure, it'd be difficult with all the scanners, but Tech could be fooled, and the Door Guards were relying on the instruments far too much. That just made his own job that much more difficult.
As a Jedi passed him by, Damien nodded slightly to the Guardian, then turned, looking to the Buffet, then from there across the floor to another of the Guards, a man under him. Their eyes met, and nodding, they moved towards the back of the room, meeting against the Wall.
Doesn't look like there'll be any Trouble tonight Damien muttered to the other, who simply nodded and mm-hmm'd to that. Turning, they started to walk back around, now essentially Making rounds.
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Feb 23, 2009 16:40:13 GMT -5
Post by Squee on Feb 23, 2009 16:40:13 GMT -5
“I wouldn’t worry about running away from Mr. Blarche, as you call him. As a reigning queen without a husband, and nobles pining to be suitors, I can understand motives to turn eyes away from the dreary ones.” Sali lifted a hand to the opposite side of her face, pointing subtly in direction she shielded her mouth from and kept her voice low to avoid being overheard too directly by Rook. “Besides, I don’t know if I would want to talk to a walking spaceship myself. Men can be rather persistent, can’t they?” Dropping her hand, a cheerful smile washed her face.
The swift glance at Rook stated the we-understand-something-you-don’t fact. As an unconscious gesture, and a more attempt at relaxing, Sali’s right leg slid across her left. Her hand smoothed her elaborate dress that hid all but the toes of her foot.
“Just try and run away from nobles and see where that gets you,” she said to Iriel. She was rambling royalty to an inexperienced ear. Inwardly, Sali winced at herself. She covered it with another well timed drink. Accepting and sipping the drink was no longer out of common courtesy, but Sali found herself actually and truly enjoying the drink. In fact, she was most grateful Rook had brought it to her.
Sali was picking up on the Jedi beginning to trickle in one or two at a time. She knew they would be here besides the security lined up at the door and surrounding the dome. They tried to stay out of sight, but it was the act of NOT mingling that made them stand out to Sali. Staying to the sides was nice and all, but Sali always saw them when they saw her. Perhaps that was because she was used to seeking out her Guard when they hid during gatherings. No other politician seemed to pay any attention like that of the guests Sali had in her palace toward the guards. And the Jedi made her feel more comfortable with this engagement.
“Yes, Ms. Iriel, why don’t you explain to us your profession? I’d like to hear it myself.”
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Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Feb 23, 2009 18:30:59 GMT -5
Val did not think the guest who had came onto the roof had seen her. He at least did not act as though he was aware of another presence in the vicinity. The guest had left, and the warm draught of air escaping the doorway as he did so had washed across the roof and made her realise how cold it was getting. She shivered a little. The roof seemed fine at the moment. Nothing was out of the ordinary at least. Still, someone should be up here just in case. She descended the flights of stairs leading to the grand room downstairs. Reaching the bottom she quickly identified the nearest security personelle.
"Excuse me, would you mind monitoring the roof for a while? I'd like to monitor this area for a while." The man nodded, heading back upstairs with barely a hint of distaste for being sent onto a cold lonely roof. Sighing, Val began to wander between tables and groups of politicians as she bathed in the warmth of the room.
Though even the warmth of the room could not mask the coldness she could feel in some of the guests here. In some she could sense the hardened drive they had. Some willing to risk high amounts for what they wanted. Some might say some too dangerous to let live, but that was not her decision to make. Everyone would be innocent until proven guilty. She stopped at a corner and looked around at the attendees. Most were in conversation of some kind by now, but a few figures wandered free in the halls.
Noting their attire as typical of the jedi, she concluded they must be some of the extra security the council had sent to watch over the place, however there were more than the three she had been told she was part of. Two others she had heard mentioned in passing, but had not managed to talk with yet, which would mean the council either sent more aid or sent jedi in ambassadorial roles. She assumed the latter, as three jedi should easily handle anything that could happen. But maybe if she was lucky something could.
Stop thinking like that. She scolded herself for thinking in such a way. It would be far better if nothing were to happen. It's a wonder the council agreed to even send me.
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The Night is Dark and Full of Onions
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Post by sparrow on Mar 2, 2009 17:57:29 GMT -5
Elsie Therin was not a party girl. Huge understatement. Take it easy for a bit. Let someone else use the training room for once, she had been told before being order to clean herself up, put on her most formal set of robes, and join the other Jedi as guards for the Senator's Gala.
She supposed that it was good to get outside of the Jedi Temple once in a while without having to worry too much about pirates, slavers, or Dark Jedi. From where she stood, she could see many of the Senators gambling, dancing, or simply socializing. A few faces she recognized, but only because she had seen them on the holos. Elsie didn't have very many acquaintances outside the Jedi Temple.
She spent a few moments watching the dancers. Some were quite clumsy, nearly tripping over their own feet. A fair number, however, were quite good, gliding and twirling graceful, with a confidence that fit their high positions. But she was here to act as security, not admire the dancing, so she did not watch for long.
The exits to the ballroom had been staffed with multiple guards, all alert and professional. Elsie did a quick circle of the room, seeing that they were all covered. Whoever was in charge of the guards had done a good job. She was starting to get the feeling that the reason she was sent here had more to do with getting her out of the Temple and training rooms than actually providing certain. Between the many guards, and Master Chyresh whom she spotted from across the room, there certainly seemed to be enough of that.
In addition to Master Chyresh, there were a number of other Jedi scattered around the place, and she approached the nearest one. Val Adeera, if her memory was correct. "So... I heard you passed your trials recently," she said in a somewhat awkward attempt at making conversation. "Congrats."
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Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Mar 2, 2009 19:21:16 GMT -5
A ship entered the atmosphere, lighting up the sky as it fell - ablaze with wreckage strewn about it from the attack. The main bulk fell much slower, allowing the other parts to hit the water first. The crowd looked on as finally the main body of the ship struck the water, causing a tremendous crash as it did so. The observers only stared.
Val looked up suddenly and blinked. She had been daydreaming again. Or, at least remembering something from long ago. Not a daydream, more of a nightmare. Almost too evil to be real. Almost. She focused again on the present. Things hadn't changed much since she'd pursued her own little world. The nobles were still prancing around the dance floor in their smart shirts and frilly dresses. She'd like to dance like that some time if she had a spare moment, just to see what it would be like.
A voice over her shoulder caused her to look round suddenly. A beautiful lady stood there with long, almost perfect silver hair. The robes she wore, however, were those of a jedi. Val smiled, absent mindedly stroking her own hair with her left hand as if considering a change. She quickly drew the hand down and forced the sleeve to cover it as it began to slip.
"Thanks." was all she could reply with, as she realised she had been complimented several seconds ago and had yet to issue her response. In an attempt to not appear rude she tried to think quickly of something she could say to continue the conversation. "So, I uh... I haven't seen you in the academy. I haven't been there much, but yeah. I'm Val by the way." It wasn't her best start.
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Post by sparrow on Mar 3, 2009 3:27:08 GMT -5
She touched her fist to palm in a quick salute. "I'm Elsie," she said. "I wouldn't be surprised if you haven't seen me around much. I tend to keep to the lightsaber training rooms." Maybe the Council was right,... I should get out more...
On the other hand, Elsie didn't know what to think about this particular party. It seemed rather odd that the Senators would be throwing such an extravagant gala while the galaxy seemed to be on the verge of war. The Sith empire was stirring, reports of dark jedi were growing more frequent, and if the news was to be believed, the Mandalorians were going beyond their usual mischief and starting to cause real damage once again. I should be out there, in the field. Fighting the Dark Side, she thought. Then again, protecting the leaders of the Galactic Republic was important. If only they spent more time leading and less partying... But enough of those thoughts. The Council knew best, and she would follow her orders.
"Some party, huh?" she finally said. "You seem distracted." Val had seemed somewhat startled when Elsie had first approached her. "If you need to take a break, grab a drink, maybe join in a dance, I could take over for you here for a while." It was only fair, considering that she was the last Jedi to arrive.
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Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Mar 3, 2009 6:03:13 GMT -5
Elsie huh? Val studied her. She seemed, well... not distracted, but externally focused. It was apparent that this party was one of a few things on her mind. The offer for a rest was actually almost a surprise. Val had not thought of having a break since she started, but now that she thought she found she had been working for several hours.
"I appreciate your offer, but I'm fine. I can rest once this lot are tucked away in bed." She scanned the room once more, noticing more dancing had commenced, but she stopped as her eyes passed over a figure who appeared to be standing alone observing everyone. At first she had the feeling that someone had infiltrated the gala, until she realised it was one of the jedi guards.
She rubbed her eyes, she must certainly be tired if she confused jedi with spies. She nodded at him. Rhyn or Ryn or Rys his name was, she wasn't certain. She only heard the name and saw the face once. Looking back to Elsie she smiled. "I suppose we could patrol together, if you want to of course. It would be a lot less monotonous."
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I have to say, you always do come up with the most interesting posts, Makiro. Thanks - assuming the word ?interesting? wasn?t meant sarcastically, of course.
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Post by Makiro on Mar 5, 2009 14:10:08 GMT -5
Pushing himself up off the floor, Senator Avirod Sarala grimaced and brushed the dirt off of his robe. Making his way back to the staircase by which he had come to the roof, he stepped back into the warmth and the noise. He shuddered.
His descent into the thick mire of revelrie and debauchery - a veritable soup of corruption and deceit - was a swift one. Glancing around the room, he caught sight of a few of his closest friends, and approaching them made his apologies.
"I'm afraid there's been an incident back on Naboo - must dash, I'm afraid."
It was a weak excuse, but Naboo was a small, out of the way world, and by the time that the other senators realised that there was no real problem - if they ever realised - the constantly flowing tide of politics would have already ended their superficial bonds.
Taking out his small commlink, he contacted his driver, asking him to meet him at the front of the building. Five minutes later, the senator had whisked off into the silky night, leaving behind him the confused world of Intergalactic politics.
"Where to, Your Excellency?" Asked the uniformed driver.
"To the spaceport, if you would." So saying, he leaned back into his plush seat and closed his eyes, listening as the world shot past the open-top speeder.
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Post by Zarkan on Mar 16, 2009 23:21:16 GMT -5
Iriel laughed at the young Queens assessment of Mr. Blarche. "Yes, I do believe I can find smaller Onasi's than him." she said giggling before smiling wider as she half whispered to her. See looked side wise at rook and winked at him a little as she pulled back. She leaned back in her chair and finally lifted the glass she'd been offered for a drink lightly savoring the liquid before nodding slightly to the woman. "Oh, I don't know my family has been called the nobles of the Helix systems." She tilted her head slightly as they both asked her about her work. "Well, personally I'm just administrative and really mostly just public relations thought I deal with the the various governments of the universe. As for Eddessa well, it's a military contractor we build ships, ground vehicles, and installations and also accept contracts to use our fleets and armies to protect mostly corporate worlds." she said slowly before taking a drink and studying both the nobles.
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Post by Meira on Mar 17, 2009 9:11:29 GMT -5
Rook leaned back and grinned as the two women shared in their "private" conversation. He had caught the drift of it well enough, and was perfectly alright with allowing himself to take the blunt of the joke. Teasing, was... after all, a form of flirting. His gray eyes twinkled in response to the queen's knowing look, as if to say "so do I".
But his attention was soon brought back to Iriel, who had begun to describe her work. When she described her company as a military contractor, it had vaguely stirred a memory of the company name. Corellia had almost always contracted with the Republic, rather than corporations, but the overall business was the same, and he nodded his understanding.
He was about to press with more questions, but a change in music caught his ear. A waltz was starting. Rook paused for a moment, considering what to do. But after a while, made up his mind and stood up. Turning to the Queen, he extended his hand. Would you care to dance? He asked, slightly bowing and flashing his charming smile. He then turned his eyes to Iriel. And I hope you will save the next one for me as well?
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Post by Squee on Mar 18, 2009 2:12:56 GMT -5
A kind and light chuckle elicited from the queen as Iriel created her analogy about the man. It was refreshing to talk to another who wasn’t afraid to create puns in the presence of royalty. Anyone who understood the life of a royal at all would also understand the auras that were almost constantly projected at the royal. Seriousness. Nervousness. Bluntness. Straight-forward. Humorless. People seemed to lack the fun side of them, turn toward business personality even if it was a casual engagement. Subjects seemed to fear to do anything fun. Sali wish there was some way she could change that, but, alas, she resolved to coming to places and events such as this, escaping the heat and frustration of being leader of a planet every once in a while to sip wine and joke about the appearances of stout men.
“Nobles? Oh, I didn’t mean…” Sali blinked quickly, eyes a little wide, slightly anxious in wondering if Iriel had taken her noble comment to any offense. The uneasiness subsided, and Sali’s shoulders came to rest again. Again, the light sip of wine became the blood bath that cleansed sinful emotions that Sali didn’t wish to project. Iriel hadn’t seemed to mind much about the comment, and that was all Sali needed to know.
And Iriel was like a representative. That made sense why she was here at the gala. She was there to interact. She was the one that made politics look easy, but perhaps choppier than the smooth and fast talking of the senators that bubbled and babbled endlessly around them.
She looked back at Rook, who had seemed to fall oddly quiet. To her, he looked lost about his own thoughts for only a moment. Then his gray eyes contacted hers and he grinned as he stood up.
“Would you care to dance?”
The question startled Sali at first. She quickly noted the difference in music riding the currents of the air and then she nodded, smiling herself to the charming face of the Corellian prince. She set the wineglass on the table and rose gracefully, placing her hand in Rook’s.
“Of course. But what did I do to earn the grace of dancing with you?”
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Post by Meira on Mar 19, 2009 9:56:01 GMT -5
Rook's smile broadened when Sali took his hand. Ever the proper noble, she asked why she was given the honor. Feigned or not, her relaxed and easy nature was refreshing. He lead her to the dance floor, where the two took up their positions to join those already in the dance. Rook waited a moment until a pair passed by and then moved them into the current. Once they were in the flow, he looked back at her. She was only a few inches shorter than he was, a comfortable difference, classical even.
It is your grace, m'lady, that honors me. He returned her formal query with an equally formal response. It was the way of their kind, royalty. Lavishing compliments among themselves, as if to see who could be the most proper. Among the older royalty, it was a serious matter held close to their sense of honor and prestige. Among the younger ones, such as himself and Sali, it often carried a humorous undercurrent, as if to say that they knew it was a game. Compliments were often coupled with gentle teasing, such as the way Sali had teased him earlier.
It was an enjoyable game for Rook. He had little to lose at the pokes of his fellows. Unlike his older brothers, who for some reason felt they had to hold their dignity close lest it be snatched away, Rook allowed his to roam free. By making it such an obviously easy target, many lost the thrill of the hunt. And most importantly, when his peers stopped trying to one-up him, they got to know him and found that they enjoyed his easy company.
The women nobility often saw it as the reckless abandon of the lower-class Corellian men they were forbidden to mingle with. Was he a dangerous rogue? A dashing smuggler? No, he was a Prince that acted like one. He was not entirely off limits. Yes, Rook had been the twinkle in many a young woman's eye. Rook looked down into the eyes of the Queen he was dancing with.
On Corellia, should Queen Sali had decided to visit, it would not have been likely that Rook would dance with her. His position being what it was, he would have been introduced, but would not likely have had her ear... or her whole body as it was at the moment... for very long. She would likely have been dragged into conversation with his parents, and likely the Crown Prince and his wife. Rook studied her for a moment, as they moved around the floor. Something about her manner made him wonder if she shied away from that aspect of her life, as he had. Not that anyone had ever earnestly tried to include him, but even if he had, he didn't think he would have enjoyed it much. Looking at Sali now, he had a feeling she was similar to himself, that they were....
He batted the thought away, his eyes darkening slightly with a distant look. It was silly to get lost in such thoughts. Rook reminded himself why he was here in the first place. It wasn't to honor his gifts at debate or politics, and it was most certainly not to romance single queens. Rook stood on a fine edge between ambiguity and disgrace. A couple of years ago, he would have chosen disgrace, but not now. He was lucky that his father had managed to bury his embarrassing behavior after his friend's death. If he wasn't careful, it could all come back to haunt him. Especially when his brother became king. The Crown Prince would be glad to shame Rook, should he stray even an inch from his narrow path. And what would Sali think of him then?
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Post by Squee on Mar 21, 2009 3:15:38 GMT -5
((sorry if it seems a bit... weird... was falling asleep when I wrote this. I think I weirded out all the far too strange parts that I was typing as my mind started to drift and dream.))
Dancing was one of those things Sali practiced just enough to get by. Her steps were usually centered as they should be. She didn’t step on any toes, that was for sure. Her posture wasn’t stiff but perhaps a bit more relaxed than how she would at a palace ball. She could pull off soft spins should they come around. Nothing too drastic, but nothing too simple was all she knew about dancing.
There was a brief moment where she and Rook paused, waiting for a pair to pass before the prince lead her in cleanly among the other dancers. Her attention then turned to Rook, who was already focused and speaking to her. There was a moment she was quiet, thinking on what to say in return to their complimentary game. It was sparring with soft words. A kick thrown and meant to block or miss completely of its target while not carrying much power behind it. The tongues weren’t harsh as they would be in a verbal argument. Unlike most arguments, however, complimentary verbal games were not as easy to best in. There was so far you could go in the realm of complimentary, saying low enough to give pride or ego a little and being wary how drastic such compliments could be. There was no reason to make the opponent feel uncomfortable with compliments.
Sali showed a bit of teeth in her grin this time. These word games were something Sali could beat around the bush with. Steer the path away and chase the idea around in circles in different methods and sayings that one person could take a few minutes to realize she’s still speaking of the same thing.
“Grace that be in our steps. And should my grace be honoring you, then it amplifies the dashing dare that is across your face, existing in difference with a glow against other grim.” Rook seemed to enjoy a smile, which could turn a dreary face into a bright one. And that was nice to contrast with the many still stern faces the queen could still pick out among the rather sober senators. It was every time she would glance at him, some smooth upturn of the lips was there…
Which reminded her of the subtle graces Yuar would have flashed her way. He had been a simply sturdy young man, and drawing a full grin from him was like discovering a new planet. That young man hadn’t contacted her in months, and Sali worried over him sometimes. She banished her concerns right there for the rest of the hours she was here. Concerns, worries, frustrations, or any thoughts pertaining to her own duty as the royal Queen of Onderon were relieved for the night at least. If not through to tomorrow. Tonight was a getaway, especially from the dreadfully stressful things Sali had been forced into dealing with.
Snapping out of her short thinking trance while she nearly unconsciously let Rook lead her in slow, gliding steps on the floor, Sali realized that he must’ve as well been thinking on something. His eyes were far to fixated on a point of her face, even if she turned to not face him correctly. After a moment of returning the stare, Rook blinked at her and for a few seconds more, he appeared to continue with whatever absurd thought schemed in mind.
“Rook, are you all right?”
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Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Mar 21, 2009 4:04:25 GMT -5
Val stood impressed as the dancers on the floor gracefully slid by, performing spins, opens, turns and rejoining each other in close bodily contact with ease. She rubbed her eye a little, feeling slightly tired but choosing to ignore it. The music was soothing and slow, making her want to sway with it. She resisted the urge, choosing instead to wander further around the room to ensure the guests present were behaving themselves. Glancing once more at the dance floor she smiled. they seemed to be enjoying themselves tremendously.
She proceeded from her standing position towards some of the larger tables where several senators were gathered, sharing stories and bellowing with laughter with each other - rosy cheeked and likely hammered drunk. The leaders of the free people of the galaxy. She rolled her eyes, watching the obsurdities continue as they fell out of chairs and such through laughing. She exhaled, deciding to press onwards toward the bar in search of company less egotistic or overly-merry.
The bar, ironically, was not as full as she had expected and furthermore most of the men around it seemed to still have their senses with them. They were conversing about matters of importance - or that was what it sounded like. These senators were clearly more responsibly than their colleagues around the big tables. They seemed in better physical health too, though with the presence of some of the non-human races she was not certain how to judge their physical health. Was thin really healthy for them as much as it was for others?
Finding herself too focused on simple, unnecessary topics she cleared her mind. Another look around the room, just in case a terrorist had turn up and was making a scene. Hardly... The closest thing to a public disturbance was one of the senators standing on a chair and addressing the men around him as if he were leading them on some sort of dangerous mission.
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Post by starwarsgirl008 on Mar 21, 2009 13:04:20 GMT -5
Ty stormmed into the Gala. As usual, she was fashionably late. Her entrance was one that would draw attention. The doors litteraly shot open, slamming against the walls. Ty gracefully stepped into the room. She had spent hours preparing for the event, and was ready for what ever was to hit her. She wore a black dress. Thin shoulder straps worked there was down to a thin base, covered with black sparkles. Most would think she wouldn't be able to walk, be she managed. As usual, her black hair was assembled in such a way that a bun was in place, while a strand of hair fell to her neck on either side. Of course her face was powdered with white make-up, while boldly red lip stick contrasted the pale shade.
If you hadn't known Ty, you would think her facial expression meant she was in a bad mood, but it was simply her common look. He eyes thinned into a glare, while her left eyebrow was raised, as if she knew your every secret.
As all eyes came to her, she drew her hands up to her hips. "Well, are you all going to just stand there, our is someone going to tell me what I have missed?" she shouted to break the silence. Her voiced sliced the air. Crisp and pure was the only way to describe it. She was ready to stir things up.
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Mar 30, 2009 10:57:28 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Mar 30, 2009 10:57:28 GMT -5
Well, she had beaten him at the game. And quite soundly at that. Rook smiled down at the Queen in his arms, his eyes consenting his defeat. There was no way he could match the poetry she spoke just then, and Rook had sense enough to know that sometimes, admitting defeat was a victory in itself.
Sali had noted the change in his features, and thus had noticed his mood darken slightly. His ears reddened with slight embarrassment. It wasn't like him to allow much more than his smile to pass his face. He wasn't comfortable with people knowing his other moods. It made them uncomfortable to know that the playboy prince of Corellia had any other moods than happy and care-free. And so Rook had learned long ago to let his image be everyone's impression of him. Life was somewhat easier if he only had one dimension.
But Sali had seen the change, short lived as it might have been, and had asked if he was alright. He nodded. Yes, of course. And smiled again. He was banking on the courtesy expected among nobles to keep Sali from burrowing any further into his carefully concealed self that he had left so recklessly exposed. He was even about to make a joke of it when the entrance seemed to explode with sound.
A certain air of insecurity always lived in the backs of high society minds, and even more so in the minds of royals. Even, Rook, who had tried many times to throw his life away, could not rid himself of the instinct. For some, such as Sali, it was even more predominant, if the instinct was given purchase with a crisis. And so it was with this instinct that Rook turned Sali about, placing himself between her and the entrance at the sound. It was not done roughly, and almost flowed seamlessly with their movement within the dance, but his intent was still fairly obvious. He had moved to protect her.
Rooks eyes moved to the entrance, where a woman now stood and exclaimed her question across the silent room. Rook was puzzled by the woman's rude entrance, but also a little amused. She had managed, after all, to not only quiet the band, but all the self-centered people present as well. Not exactly an easy task.
A WALTZ! He shouted from across the room to her, earning a few chuckles from those around him. The crowd seemed to calm slightly, now that the idea of threat had passed. The band struck up again, and Rook continued his dance with Sali, doubting that the woman at the door had seen who shouted back at her. He was smiling again, and this time more genuinely.
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Apr 1, 2009 0:15:46 GMT -5
Post by Squee on Apr 1, 2009 0:15:46 GMT -5
Sali had noticed Rook had only smiled at her when she finished her response at their little ‘word play’. He said nothing in return, only the smile. Infectious little thing, smiles could be. Especially if one was in a splendid mood. It was the same as giggles or laughs, or even yawns. When one did something, another could easily follow suit and perform the same act. Sali, being on of those people doing well, only offered, for perhaps the fiftieth time by now, her own smile in response to his.
Sometimes she could play those games for a while. And sometimes she could end them. And sometimes, she ended then not meaning to. When Sali didn’t mean to end the word game, she did it not realizing how quickly they thought or how well they could summon a response. In a way, she was a little unhappy with herself she had ended the game, and so quickly. But, Rook was no Onderon noble. And, then again, not every Onderon noble could compete with Sali’s word play sometimes. Her features, with the smile, seemed a little apologetic, therefore.
Yes, of course.
“If you’re sure,” she said directly, formulated the words easily so they came out as a statement. There would be none of that amateur diplomacy that turned those three words into a drifting phrase or interrogatory statement.
And still, he led her through the dance; almost as simple as strolling through a garden. And easy-going dance, until a crash (behind Sali at the time), made the queen jump in surprise. Even as she tried to crane her neck to satiate the sudden curiosity the unconscious mind forced on the human body, Rook was turning her. Smoothly, assuredly, and stopped when his back faced the entrance, which was the center of the noise. Then he turned, picking out the disturbance himself while Sali was left to linger by a shoulder and hope to understand the cause by herself, and before another.
A woman, dressed in clothing that Sali considered far from formal and more for a crash-and-burn party, stood there, hands placed on hips. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly when the woman called out her question. Was the woman stupid? Blissfully ignorant? Lazy? Lazy and blissfully stupid? Sali didn’t quite understand herself.
A WALTZ!
This time, the queen’s head tilted, realizing this reply to the woman was from Rook. A sort of snicker escaped through her nose, and Sali clasped a hand across her mouth, holding in a louder giggle. When the hand dropped, her grin remained as the tag-a-long.
“Smart aleck,” she remarked to him. The band was beginning to play again, after their momentary stun of the woman’s disruptive entrance. Sali slid her arms back to Rook, and after a few moments, the dance was back to playing. “It’s comments like those that women wonder if all men are as wild and confident as they seem most of the time.”
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Apr 13, 2009 23:57:43 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Apr 13, 2009 23:57:43 GMT -5
She had been graceful at his dismissing reply that he was fine. He was glad. He didn't like feeling embarrassed, and there was something in the way she accepted his response that calmed his nerves and encourage him to forget it all. What's further is, she reacted in a most human, and most unroyal way to his quipped response to the intruding woman.
His shout at the woman had been nearly as rude and boisterous as the woman's entrance, but he had elicited laughter from the Queen. Much as she tried to restrain it, she had laughed. It was musical and he couldn't help but chuckle a little himself at the sight of her eyes lighting up so brightly.
She chastised him teasingly for his behavior, and he took it with the same pride as he might have if she had called him the most handsome man at the Gala... which of course he obviously was.
It's reactions like that, which drive us to such roguish antics. He retorted, noting her laughter and smile at what he had done. I don't think anyone knows who started it. He said, releasing his grip around Sali's waist stepping back and raising their hands for her to spin under their arms. When she came back close to him, he purposely allowed their faces to come dangerously close. But we've had to one up each other for ages to catch a glimpse of those true smiles.
He backed off to the more acceptable distance. But his eyes were as mischievous as ever. You tease us with coy smiles. Rook leaned in a little closer. Taunt us with knowing smiles. A little closer. Torture us with shy smiles. Then suddenly, as a crescendo announced the end of the song, Rook tipped Sali back into a low dip, lowering his head along with hers so as not to loose sight of her face, hoping to catch a look of thrilled delight. But the pure, unexpected smile is the most amazing of them all. He finished, his gray eyes looking down into hers.
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Apr 14, 2009 1:40:39 GMT -5
Post by Squee on Apr 14, 2009 1:40:39 GMT -5
((AGH, fell asleep doing this one even with music. So, if any weirdness, forgive me, Meira. xD))
“Oh, tsk, tsk,” she hissed lightly at the beginning. “You wouldn’t earn such responses if you didn’t understand how to coax them from women. Or… no… wait…” One of her eyebrows caved downward slightly, as she clearly stumbled across her thoughts, and her mouth was speaking too quickly for those thoughts to keep up. “I won’t defend such a statement because women tend to make the same mistakes men do. We do something just a little out of the ordinary and find ourselves drowning in a fine wine of laughters, giggles, and smiles. By then you have to decide if you…” she paused for a moment, going through with the spin without hesitation. “… Decide if you want to become drunk or not with such reactions.”
Using the ever complication of her speech, Sali could have said that those who enjoy earning reactions will earn them over and over and over again. This was, in many cases, woman to man or vice versa. Flirtation. It was weeding out what made them giggle, blush, or any bubbly responses and using them over to earn the same thing again and again. It tended to work. The trick was to switch it up a lot.
Yes, the nobles Sali dealt with had earned her plenty of practice.
She had stopped speaking. She blinked her brown eyes quickly back at him, fully becoming aware he would see any reaction of her face should it decided to meld. Sali was surprised she had come out of the spin to end up nearly nose to nose with her dancing partner. It showed. Lips, slightly parted out of that surprise, quickly folded over into a smile.
“And with royalty and nobles, it’s hard to find true smiles, as you should know, being a Prince of Corellia.”
Rook backed off, and Sali relaxed. Out of simple instinct, her body had seized when he had startled her with that closeness. She followed easier again. He was describing the different kinds of smiles women flashed at men, since she had generalized on what women had thought of men before. As he spoke, he drew a little closer each time.
What was he doing? Sali was finding herself grinning nonetheless, and found she rather wouldn’t stop. Messing with her… she should’ve realized at least one or two people would recognize the crown and begin quirky little conversations that would ease her into the teasing suited to follow the chit-chats. By now, she hadn’t realized the song drawing to a close. Her heart gave a leap when Rook brought her into a dip, making her feel as if she were suddenly falling. She had enough nerve not to claw for something to hang on to. Her mind recognized swiftly enough that Rook held her firmly, and it was all right to lean her weight comfortably.
Rook stilled his face to continue looking… well, down at her now. The Queen met his gaze, at least a soft curve shaping her lips remained, and shook her head gently from side to side as if in stunned disbelief. She hung onto him with a hand on his neck. The other, she lightly tugged on to tell him to lift her back up. Should they stay like that for too long, the non-drunkards might recognize them. All it took was for one to think, and a rumor could spread from a harmless dance ending.
“I think we all seek true smiles, Rook. Fake smiles could mean countless other things besides meaning genuine. Fake smiles can be like poker faces, lies all around it. Genuine smiles… well, they’re nice aren’t they?” Sali’s own smile deepened just in the slightest at the Prince.
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