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Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Julan had remained attentive to the conversation, but he was also particularly eager to leave when Aurana mentioned it. Although, he tried to make it at least seem like he was not that eager. "Oh, yeah, we probably should get back. It's, um, getting late. I'd...love to stay as long as we can, but I don't know how long my parents want to stay here."

Julan had already been standing, so he walked out of the cramped room and into the hall. For the sake of his brother, he tried not to act suspicious in any way that would make it seem like he wanted to leave. Whatever happened, it was apparently something that could get Rhazii in trouble, though Julan was still trying to figure out what that could be. Julan gave Rhazii a short look as he stepped out of the room. He hoped that Rhazii would pull him aside soon to explain everything.

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"Oh, I know precisely what it takes. Ahnasha conferred with me over the years enough that I was able to keep up with what she was doing." Meesei explained. "It requires souls, is the short answer. Most associate the practice with the black souls of mortals, but from my understanding, strong enough white souls of powerful creatures serve the same purpose. They are simply more difficult to acquire. But, you are correct. Until Vile is dealt with, there is no point in setting such long-term goals. If I manage to survive that task, then it will take much longer to deal with the Thalmor. Perhaps then I will actually have the time to go mammoth hunting."

Meesei gave Lunise another, quicker kiss, with her hands on both of Lunise's cheeks. "I will just be glad to have you for as long as I can. I am going to devise a way for us to stay in regular, close contact. I believe all of the knowledge I have on teleportation should be enough to give the answer. Perhaps an enchantment of some sort; something to...connect us over any distance."

Meesei finally decided to pull away from Lunise so she could sit up straight, giving a quick glance around the area. The only sources of light were the stars and the moons above, though Meesei's natural night eye still allowed her to see Lunise quite clearly. It was certainly late, and as much as Meesei would have wanted to stay on the beach with her for the rest of the night, they would have to get back eventually. Still, they were at least not in an immediate rush. Meesei was sitting with her knees on either side of Lunise's hips, looking down at her with a grin. For a few moments, Meesei made it quite obvious that she was admiring Lunise's body. With one hand, she started to lightly rub Lunise's stomach. "You are like an Elven goddess, you know that?" Meesei complemented. She had no doubt that it was an exceptionally rare event not only for someone to outwardly admire Lunise's appearance, but to directly comment on it as well.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Just realized I did not answer you four days ago. I imagine they would, at minimum, be in communication with both Marod and Lunise throughout the search. Whether either would be involved directly would depend entirely on what they or their superiors would want them to do.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"The Imperial City is nice, but very big, and very crowded. Really, there are just...SO many people, everywhere. A lot more than in Bravil. I hope you like it there, just be ready to always have strangers around you." Julan commented, though his eyes kept glancing between Rhazii and Jatinha. He had agreed to wait until Rhazii explained everything before doing anything, but it was clear that his curiosity would not be sated until that happened.

To Jatinha, Julan smiled in response to her thanks. "You're welcome. I'm glad they were able to help. I wasn't really sure it would work at first, especially once Remus started yelling. But I guess he is different now than my father remembers. I hoped he would be."

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Once more, Meesei's mouth turned to a grin. "Lunise, I have spent every day of the last sixteen years in danger. I have lived just on the edge of death enough times that I likely should start paying for room and board in the Void. I have been stabbed, shocked, burned, and sliced. I lived for most of a decade with silver shards quite literally burning through my heart, and my first act as Champion was to recover from being impaled by a silver spear. Were it not for my natural regenerative traits, and skill with restoration, my...beautiful and seductive Argonian body would be mangled by those scars. There is a literal god in Oblivion that wants me, specifically, dead. If us being together somehow brings up more enemies that would see me dead, then, well, they will simply have to wait in the queue."

Meesei rolled herself over on top of Lunise again, though this time, she simply intended to wrap Lunise more completely in her loving embrace. "My point being: the risk is not enough for me to want to give this up. I think we are both intelligent and creative enough to make this work. I would think that a werewolf and a Thalmor Justiciar should be two people who are more than accustomed to keeping secrets. And it may not be that we have to keep the secret forever. It depends on how successful we are in our goals. If we are able to reform the Thalmor, then perhaps we would not have to be afraid to show our affection?"

Thinking for a moment, Meesei gave a light chuckle. "You know, I believe I now understand why Ahnasha went through such trouble to extend her own life to be with her mate, Fendros. Perhaps after Vile is stopped, I might do the same."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"Get in trouble?" Julan repeated, immediately confirming his suspicion that there was something wrong. Already, he was going through his mind to try and figure out what it could be. He had a strong suspicion that Jatinha's "condition" was just a lie to cover it up. Regardless, if Rhazii was being honest about telling him what was happening, then he supposed that there was no need for him to try and figure it out himself.

"Okay...as long as you tell me." Julan whispered back to Rhazii, glancing back towards Aurana and Jatinha. "Let's just...find somewhere private soon and you can say it, okay?"

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Meesei's expression slowly adopted at least some of Lunise's severity. "I will be entirely honest, this would be much less of a risk for me than it would be for you. My authority would not be removed by me taking on a Justiciar as a mate. Some may disapprove, but I have done more than enough in my time as Champion to prove my loyalty to Hircine. Even my opponents do not question it. Only Marod would pose some risk if he learned, if he felt that I was not going to be impartial between the Empire and Dominion. But, it would also be easy to hide it from him. No, my concern would be your well-being if you were discovered. But, I also do not expect it to be difficult to hide our relationship from your superiors. You work independently, most of the time. There would be plenty of opportunities for me to teleport you away to an exotic, isolated locale. Or my bedchambers, depending on our mood."

Meesei reached one of her hands up and placed it gently on Lunise's cheek. "But, even if it were more risky, I still would not wish to give up on us. It may not be comfortable to think about, but...it may be the case that neither of us is going to live through an entire Argonian lifespan. What we face, Vile, the Thalmor, they want to end our world entirely. Kill everything. We are going to fight to the last to stop them, but it will not be easy, and there is a...significant chance we will fail. If that is true, and our days truly are numbered, then I want the life I have remaining to be one I was glad to have lived. For me, that means staying with you, for however much time I may have." She explained, punctuating her speech with another kiss.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

~|Interstellar Space, near the Y’Toub System|~

~|Day 3, 7^th Hour|~
Fa-Val-Kuul

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Fa’s expression revealed little in the way of her actual emotions, not that Zora would have any way of discerning what her reptilian facial expressions actually meant. Fa simply remained calm, but unquestionably firm in her gaze at the Twi’lek. She listened quietly to Vebra’s response, deciding that she could build off of what he said.

“Indeed, had you allowed my friend here to join us like I asked, then I might have been able to communicate my intentions to him. Once the…hostilities had started, I was obliged to intervene, lest you harm an innocent in the struggle.” Fa said before slowly uncrossing her arms. “But, any argument over what happened before is purely…academic. You are here now, you are our prisoner, and that is not going to change. I would prefer that you not attempt to escape, since I would like to avoid causing you any further bodily harm.”

Fa made sure that she remained the closest person to Zora. With how well she was restrained, It was unlikely she would escape, but she wanted to be ready to deal with any trouble regardless. “Now, to my question. It is the same one I asked before. Where can I find Darth Nyiss? It is my current task to remove her as a threat to this galaxy. I do not care about you. I am going to be incredibly generous and offer to uphold the initial deal I offered you back in the bar. Tell me what I want to know, and you are a free woman. Refuse me, and you will have, at minimum, a life sentence in a Republic prison. Depending on how sympathetic you are to your judge.”

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Rhazii's attempts to explain the situation to Julan did little to placate his doubt and curiosity. While Aurana and Jatinha were conversing with each other, Julan continued to speak with Rhazii. "Something in her lungs? Like a...disease, or wound or something? Well, if that's true, shouldn't we take her to aunt Sabine or aunt Meesei? They must be some of the best healers in the world; surely they could do something to help her? She would have to love it if you were able to help heal her."

At that point, Julan picked up on the odd scents on Rhazii. Specifically, he noticed that the smell of Jatinha was not only coming from Jatinha. Julan did not even attempt to hide what he was doing when he leaned forward and started sniffing Rhazii.

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Meesei hummed lightly with Lunise's touch. A part of her wanted to just lay with her for the rest of the night, enjoying the feeling of her smooth skin against her scales. However, Lunise did have some serious questions that they needed to address. "What it means for us? I do not think I can answer that by myself. It means what we want it to mean. For me, well, I think I have figured out that you are someone special to me. You have a passion about you, a...determination that is undeniably attractive. You are unique, and...well I suppose it is difficult to put it all into words. There is just something about you that makes me not care if it makes me vulnerable. I...do not want to give this up, Lunise. I do not wish to just bed you once, then go our separate ways. I think...I want us to be together. I know that is going to be difficult in a myriad of ways but..."

Meesei's expression became somewhat lighthearted as she shrugged her shoulders. "...well, I can teleport."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

As the group approached Jatinha's door, Julan could hear the movements inside the room, most likely more clearly than either Aurana or Harald. He was curious what they were doing, and became even more curious after Harald opened the door. The room was smaller than Julan had thought it would be, and they were sitting around some kind of game. He had no idea why they would have been moving so much in such a small space.

Julan took a step inside the room, though there was nowhere really for him to stand aside from in the doorway. "Um...hello. We, uh, all had a dinner together, after my parents talked to my grandparents. It went great, actually. There was some shouting and...anger at first, but Remus actually agreed to let Aurana do more things. Everyone is getting along now, so we don't have to be nervous anymore." He explained, though he certainly seemed distracted. It was Jatinha's nervous behavior in particular that caused Julan to be on-edge. He looked around the room, and his nostrils flared out slightly. Rhazii would be well aware that Julan's sense of smell was just as acute as his own.

"Is...everything okay? You look tired." Julan said to Jatinha. He honestly did not know what was wrong, but the situation just gave him a strange feeling.

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Meesei's immediate reaction to Lunise's next request was a toothy grin. All of this was strange, and certainly not what she had expected at the start of the day, but Meesei had already made up her mind on what she wanted. Lunise, in some ways at least, reminded Meesei of someone from her past. Her confidence, her determination to achieve her goals. Most of all, she was not subservient to Meesei in any sense. Meesei had neither official authority over her, nor did Lunise simply defer to her for any other reason. That was something that Meesei quite liked.

Seeing as she had permission, Meesei quickly rolled herself over onto Lunise, staring into her eyes the entire time. Moving a hand behind Lunise's back, she started to tug at the strings to begin removing the last pieces of clothing that Lunise had remaining. "With pleasure." Meesei responded, just before pulling Lunise into a long kiss.

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It was after dark by this point. Meesei and Lunise had migrated back on shore, through the course of events. Meesei could not maintain the air bubble forever, and even if she could, it would not have remained easily breathable forever. They had remained underwater for a while before ending up on the sand, the waves occasionally brushing over them. Meesei was not sure where Lunise's underwear had ended up, not that she particularly cared. Mirroring Lunise's thoughts from before, Meesei did not think she needed the.

They were laying together, facing one another, with Meesei holding tightly onto Lunise. She had her eyes closed and her forehead pressed against Lunise's, her breathing light and relaxed. "So, are you...convinced?" Meesei said, speaking lightly.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Julan did not understand Carajjo's expressions, and was particularly confused about what it meant to give "many eyes" to someone. Given his education as a hunter to use every part of the creatures they killed, it would not seem strange at all for Julan to take Carajjo's words quite literally. They had just eaten dinner, after all. Carajjo could have also been confused, as he seemed to be an eccentric man. He had referred to him as an "Argonian Kitten", which did not make much sense to him at all.

"I guess we're going to the quarters then?" Julan commented as he started to walk right behind Aurana. "Let's go, you're walking slow."

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Meesei started to move her hand on Lunise's shoulder down her back, softly and rhythmically rubbing it. Her hand that Lunise was holding on to was glowing slightly as a result of the magic she was using to maintain their air bubble. For a few moments, there was silence as Meesei took in a deep breath, and Lunise's scent along with it. For someone with an acute sense of smell like an Argonian lycan, scent could communicate just as much information as someone's words or body language. Even moreso, usually, since it was involuntary.

Meesei nestled her snout comfortably against Lunise's neck. "I think there is much I could prove to you about your true opinions and your...passions. Particularly about non-Elves." Meesei moved her hand from Lunise's back, pushing it underneath Lunise, then wrapping her arm upwards across her chest to let her hand rest just beneath her neck. Meesei wrapped Lunise more tightly into her embrace, closed her eyes, and smiled as she spoke quietly. "Is that what you want?"

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Julan was obviously perplexed by Aurana's sudden concern. Although, his mind did not think to make any connections beyond the surface of what was presented to him. "Why would he be nervous? Well...I guess there was a lot of yelling earlier. That made me nervous too, but...that's over now. Everything is fine now, so we can tell him there's nothing to be afraid about."

Julan stood up out of his chair, once again looking in the direction of the stairs. "Where do the servants eat upstairs? This house looks big."

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Despite the direction that Meesei had taken their conversation, even she was somewhat surprised by the...abruptness of Lunise's request. Meesei could admit she had been 'playful' with Lunise, but she could not have imagined anything would come of it. She had not even been entirely sure that she would want something to come of it. However, looking at Lunise now, hearing her weords, it gave Meesei pause enough to think about the possibility. She did not think for terribly long before deciding she was not opposed.

"Oh, well..." Meesei began as she slowly moved herself closer to Lunise until she was firmly pressed against her back. Meesei put one arm around her at her waist to hold her tightly against her, then gently rubbed her shoulder with the other. She leaned her head forward closely to allow her to whisper in her ear. "I can...most certainly do as you ask. But, is it that you want me to prove something about myself to you...or that you want me to prove something about you to you?" Pausing a moment, Meesei started to rub Lunise's stomach. "And, is it working?"

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

For Julan and Kaleeth alike, their thoughts had not gone too far beyond assisting Aurana. Now that they were finished with that task, it seemed just as challenging to decide what they should do next. Kaleeth was quite cognizant of the fact that spending more time with them meant a greater chance of compromising their cover story. However, Julan's mind shifted quickly enough to his brother to distract their attention.

Julan turned his head, looking in the direction of the stairway. "It's been a while...should we go get my brother now?"
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Meesei raised her brow. "What, am I not allowed to admire the...physicality of other races? Besides which, the general physiology of an Elf is not too terribly different from that of an Argonian. At least, the form of Argonian that I am. There are other kinds of Argonians that are much more dissimilar to Elves and Humans. At any rate, you have a pleasing figure, an athletic physique, and I am sure you know that scars can be attractive, particularly to those who value strength in combat. I may not know what high-class Altmer find attractive, but you need not be self-conscious about your appearance around anyone else."

"Do not worry, though, you will not need to plausibly deny anything. All of your wonderful compliments will be our secret." Meesei added.