Fallenreaper

Formaroth: Battle for the Throne

@TheDuncanMorgan: The CSes are done. They don't covered everything as I wanted something to explore and reveal over time as the rp progresses, but all the skills should be accounted for. I'm going to do one more review to make sure I covered the important things and it reads well, then I will post it. I apologize for the length for Dyril's ahead of time. XP *now very nervous*

Mass Effect: Borealis

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Just for fun.

Formaroth: Battle for the Throne

With any luck, it will be up tomorrow or by Monday at most.

Formaroth: Battle for the Throne

<Snipped quote by Sundered Echo>

Will the post be up soon?

@Fallenreaper How close would you say you are to finishing your character sheet?

@TheDuncanMorgan

I'm currently getting to the tail end of Kiseo. IF you need proof, I can pm the unfinished/unrevised CS to you showing I've been working on them. XD I did get half way through Dyril's 1st review and feel alright with how it reads for the most part. As I said, Dyril took a lot of the time and Kiseo's more adding things up and making them follow timeline wise. However, both bios only cover events they consider important to the PCs, not all of them. I didn't want to make it any longer than they already were.

Formaroth: Battle for the Throne

*Does the Wave* Progress on Kiseo, writer's block is smashed through! YAY! @TheDuncanMorgan

Formaroth: Battle for the Throne

@Sundered Echo @ZB1996 How close are you to finishing your collab?

@Kho @Wraithblade6 @The Wyrm I know this round hasn't ended but given ti may be a while you may want to write a follow up post to flesh out your character's before the battle of Telmarion (major story changes will happen). If you are unsure what to write feel free to ask

@Klomster I am assuming you are waiting for Andrew to get his post up?

@Fallenreaper Are you nearly finished with your character sheets?

Also I have re-commissioned my friend to make the world map so hopefully we may have that soon.

@TheDuncanMorgan

I have Dyril done but still slow going with Kiseo. And I still have to do a once or twice over to catch any grammar issues. Right now Dyril's CS clocks out at about over 20,000 characters so they are gonna be lengthy sheets. >_<

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

@Lucius Cypher, @May, @Rtron, @Luna: The monster isn't gone btw, he's plane shifting. My next reply will have him 'pop' up again so make your posts count. :P

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Uncovering Shadows

Lyn, Hysteria (Djarkel)

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“Uh,” Lyn said as she bit her lip. Her head nodded in understanding and for a moment, she became quiet in thought. She had never siblings, despite how often her parents ‘spent’ quality time together, causing her to gain a spark of envy in her heart upon learning that Keri had grown up with siblings. She inhaled, gradually realizing that naturally the grass was greener on the other side of things when someone didn’t have something.

Leith had already headed up to converse with the baron about the time she got her answer. She continued to watch the others finish up with the Barron and didn’t move, seeing the vampire still hesitating. Much like herself, it seemed Keri had alternative motives for coming and seemed to regret her decision now. The younger naga hybrid sighed. She hadn’t intended to bring up terrible memories or cause conflict as she thought about what sort of wisdom someone like herself could deliver to someone much older. In her mind, there was nothing she could say that would matter to Keri. However, it wasn’t worthless to try.

“That’s the funny thing about the past. It never really is left behind, but I wouldn’t know about that. I’m only a year old compared to Colette’s and your age,” Lyn inhaled then continued, “However, I do know one thing: you can’t stay the same forever. Time and experience changes you, even when you’re not paying attention or wanting to. Please keep that in mind, Keri. Even if I’m just a child.”

For the rest of the Djarkel gala, she mingle with each of the barons as she shared Iscariot’s information with her friends. Not surprisingly, she was relieved that Ssarak hadn’t approached her about the vampire. She was already distracted in keeping Keri from feeling agitated through luckily no more psychomancy appeared to be interested in the group. While talking with one of the patrons who had approached Keri and distracting him from engaging her, Lyn’s mind caught Ssarak’s voice enter her head.

”Come, we should get moving.”

She nodded, discreetly, and then excused both Keri and herself from the curious company. They both walked toward the Eysire who was talking with a blue dressed maid about their horses. Not seeing the need to get involved, she smiled politely and waited just a few feet from Ssarak. Through she wore flat shoes, they had been built more for elegance than function making her soles hurt. She leaned again Keri and began to slip off her slipper to rub the ach away since their task was done.

Nox Alignment Ceremony

_{@Rtron,@Lucius Cypher, @May, & @Luna}

“Will you get off that? Just because you didn’t literally meet every single student on those flipping wagons, it didn’t mean I wasn’t on it,” Darell snapped back as one by one, the students entered into the room. The scene that greeted them was unnerving for any mortal, the nitemare going after the youngest first and tossed her body. Not at all unlike the real world, Darell thought bitterly, where biggest targets were often children.

Not sure what to do, Darell considering his options when Annabeth placed her crossbow on the ground and stepped into a defensive posture with her blade extended, "En garde, vile monster!”

He had been about shush her when his ears caught Athalus’ comment.

"Nitemare. Nasty little bastards. Teleportation, prehensile tails with knives on the end of them, and all the power of a warhorse behind those horns. We have an idiot who ran into here blind, a boy with a rapier, Annabeth, Colette, and you. Grab my knives and stay back. Annabeth has the training to not be gutted by this thing, and Colette should be fast enough not to be. Hopefully Daren or whatever his name was knows something other than 'run blindly in' and rapier boy over there didn't just get lucky. Do try not to hit our friends with my knives. They're very expensive and would go straight into vital organs. I'll go see what I can do, seeing as I'm about as solid as a wall of fog." Athalus’ voice spoke, giving details on the beast which discreetly impressed Darell. However, he still turned his eyes over his shoulder and flickered a frown at the man’s miss mention of his name.

“It’s Darell and if you had actually been listening when we first met, you would know I am a seeker too. I can do about as much as you can in this and just as vulnerable,” He turned to Helena and corrected her incorrect thoughts over the fact that just because they were incorporeal, didn't mean they weren't in danger here, “While you can’t touch us, that thing can and will kill us. That’s why Noxomancers need to work in groups. The guardians, that’s you, protecting the seekers which is us. We lead you down the least dangerous paths.”

He turned to face the threat, grumbling under his breath, “Is what I say that pointless to everyone?”

The nitemare finally noticed them as its attention narrowed on Annabeth. It pawed the ground and lowered its head much in the same fashion it did earlier, then bolted forward. With each pounding hoof against the stone as it echoed around them and gradually began to sink into the floor. It was plane shifting to Tiien. It vanished in moments and for a while, Annabeth’s psychomancy sensed it wasn’t within the Nox. However that didn’t mean it wouldn’t return and quickly.

Weeping from the older girl echoed throughout the room while she wrapped her arms about her legs and pressed her back against the wall, hoping to protect herself. She was too shocked to move or think in her current situation. Her figure was trembling and head bent down, weeping over her best friend’s death, “She’s gone… oh Sarah… oh gods… why? WHY?!”

Cautiously, the man held his sword in a ready position as he made his way toward her. He gently lowered himself and tried to nudge her upright with a tug at her upper arm. She jerked away, screaming at him, “IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT! GET AWAY FROM ME.”

The man flinched and stepped back as she rose to her feet, her bleary eyes filled with sorrow, rage and pain mingling into pure hatred. She balled her fist with her voice still raised high in volume, “SHE TOLD YOU NOT TO GO THIS WAY. THAT SHE GOT A BAD FEELING FROM IT, BUT YOU JUST IGNORED HER. NOW...she’s dead! She’s gone…”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t.”

“Just get the Inferno away from me. Just… go,” the woman sobbed, her figure crumpled again as she just cried there.

Uncertain about what to do, he sighed then began to walk away. His blade sheathed, thinking the danger was gone, he strolled toward the arriving group, “Hello, I’m Drake. I’m glad you arrived to help and chased that beast away. Who are you?”

Diplomacy at Yarosmere

Mar, Sansar (Yarsomere): Underground Cave~Unknown Location

Mar had settled outside of the cave system for a time. Her legs stretched out and knee propped up to support her arm, her eyes stared into the horizon as the sun dipped down. The red light spilled across the landscape unlike the eternal twilight back at the college. Athalus would’ve scolded her for what she was doing as she bottled her emotions in a familiar way, something she hadn’t done for a long time. Surprisingly enough, it came with habit and easier than she expected. A fact that worried her. She let the scene slip into the latter hours before she was nudged by one of the Cobras into going back in.

Most the time, she had been daydreaming of just walking out into the desert of Yarosmere in order to see if what they said was true. That all the naga were quickly disappearing and dying in the distance. Her eyes were too dry for anymore tears when she was led back into the central chamber where the two leaders were waiting.

When Mak explained the plan, Mar was concerned.

”I don't have any questions, but.. No way am I going through that portal again. Please. Just, no,” E’nasha protested, like because of her extreme reaction and saying it without looking at the bigger picture.

Mar turned to her then calmly spoke, hoping she would understand, “If they literally walk up to the palace, E’nasha, and drop us off, they put themselves at risk. I don’t know how much you saw, but I was watching. Those Cobras that were set up to help us, likely died or captured because they risked their lives by being there.”

She placed a gentle hand on the younger woman, much in the same fashion she had seen Athalus do to her, “I don’t like the travel myself, but I’m not comfortable asking them to risk more in order for me not to feel sick for a brief time. Would you?”

Not waiting for an answer, Mar then turned to the others.

“Speaking of being uncomfortable, I’m also not too pleased with the fact of being beating up since it will lead to the healer’s cross examining all of us,” Mar moved into the light, letting it illuminate over her features as she continued and leaned in for the two leaders to get a very good look at features that otherwise wouldn’t have been seen from far away, “I share a lot of key traits with Naga, if either of you haven’t noticed. Purely because I am one, but through an incident I don’t have a tail and instead legs. I highly doubt the healers will just ignore the heat pits near my eyes, the fact my pupils slit, my snake like fangs and tongue or my scaly skin.”

Mar’s eyes flickered from Mak to Sahra, before she got to her point, “What happens if their genocidal hatred begins to consider me worth quietly killing? The main reason one of our allies pushed me toward the portal was because she feared I was at great risk to be discovered. I highly doubt a brief examination by trained eyes, looking for injury, will be helping her intentions. Before you ask, my magic isn’t quite strong enough to completely change all my features and retain them for any longer than a few minutes at best.”

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

MIDAS’ GOLDEN LEASH

Location: Safe House Appartment, Lost Haven-Maine → Midas Industries, Lost Haven Maine
Time: Morning (Around 7 am) → Afternoon (Around 1 pm)

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When Ms. Sparks left, Rach set down the bottle. It made a loud clunk but didn’t shatter on impact causing her eyes to narrow in surprise before she moved from the kitchen. Determination and curious crossed her face as she began to shift from room to room. During her exploration, she managed to discover the bathroom after she opened the second door.

It was a simple and elegant set up. The wall extended out a bit and around the corner was the bath and shower, her head peered at it for a moment. She noted the nozzles for a built in jacuzzi feature in the main bath and if it wasn’t for the fact she was trapped here, she might’ve actually appreciated it. However, right now it was nothing more than an elegant cage filled with distracting toys to keep her content and obedient. Racheli sighed then turned about to spy the black marble counter with a built in sink and mirror.

Immediately Rach twisted her head about and pushed her hair away. There was a notable bump on her skull side, the place she concluded the detonation device was located. She gently prodded it then braced for the pain. Nothing. With a little bit of focus, she studied and imagined her fingers changing shape. They twitched then gradually the flesh changed color and melted away. They extended with slight bone cracking, her lips tighten in discomfort through she couldn’t feel anything, as she watched the forefinger become a distinct scalpel like blade. It glistened a moment with an admirable lethalness and a spark of excitement curled into her gut.

Continuing to hold up her short hair out of the way, she inhaled sharply. Then she began to press the tip into her skin and watched the black blood oozed from the wound. As it continued, her finger started to shake slightly while she traced along the lump’s edge. There was a brief crackle then suddenly electricity surged from the device.

Rach didn’t even have a chance to scream.

The hot, pulsing energy surged through her head and rippled in her body. Her muscles tighten in place causing her knees to give out from under her, her side smacked the ground hard. Mentally she screamed in a mix of pain and shock. Her finger fastened to her skull thanks to the spasms racing through her veins and even her heart seemed to have stopped, her breath seized up in her throat where it settled.

Slowly, the electrical energy ceased and her figure laid there trembling slightly. A bit of her blood bleed upon the tile floor, becoming a small stain and then a puddle. Racheli’s arm weakly reached to the counter edge then tried to pull herself upright. Her legs refused to listen and merely curled underneath her. Everything went black.

~~|Few Hours Later|~~

Richard Midas looked through the tinted windows of his stretched limo as the luxury car pulled up to the sidewalk. Normally, Midas would wait for the driver to come around the side of the car to open the door for him, but today he felt that there was no time for such trivial things. Instead, he swung the door open and stepped out of the car before walking purposefully toward the last place that anyone would look for one of his most important assets, the luxurious Halcyon Towers highrise apartment complex.

Though he had allowed Ms Sparks to handle Racheli initially, he had decided that he was going to personally deal with her, at least for the time being. He had grand plans for the temperamental young woman, and wouldn’t leave the implementation of those plans to chance. So Midas made his way through ornate front doors of the building and directly to the elevators which would take him up to the top floor, where Ms Desdemona had taken residence in the penthouse apartment. Though she was probably unaware, the apartment itself was not only an elegant living space, but it was one of the safest dwellings in the entire safety. The entire apartment was reinforced with superhard carbon steel and bulletproof glass. In essence, the apartment was a luxury safe room. The accommodations may have been a bit over the top, but considering the circumstances under which Racheli came to be under his employ, he thought that it was appropriate.

Midas stood in the elevator, tapping his toe against the floor impatiently as he listened to the sadly outdated Muzak that was pumped through the speakers, until the elevator finally stopped, and the doors chimed as they slid open on the top floor. Midas stepped out into the hallway and strode confidently down the hallway until he came to the final apartment at the end of the hall. Midas stopped in front of the door and waited for a moment, then, after several beats he knocked on the door and waited for it to open.

Racheli had lost track of time as she stirred. Her hand raised to her head throbbing and awareness building back to normal levels. Carefully, her palms pressed to the cool tile and her arms straightened up to help her upright. Her legs curled under while she reached for the sink to raise her higher and onto her feet. Racheli felt wobbly as a newborn foal, her knees wiggling like jello, while she edged out the door into the combination kitchen and living room.

The door knocked again causing her to speak, “I’m coming! Keep your fucking pants on!”

Her tone echoed through the room and reached through the door, through Midas likely didn’t care or hear her. She inhaled through her nose during her attempt to collect her strength and fully straighten upright. Casually her hand reached for the knob then gave it very light twist. Part of her expected it to have came off as if she had wrenched it, taking not just the door knob but the platform, screws and more with her action. Rubbing her head, where the device was, gently she stepped back to allow Midas inside.

“Well, what do you want?”

Midas stepped in past Racheli and took a quick gander around the apartment before resting his gaze on the young woman before him. Unsurprisingly, Racheli looked annoyed by his presence. He watched as she shifted her weight from one side to the other. He ignored her indignation as he paced in front of her as he observed the girl, noting her body language, memorizing every movement and facial expression. Then he stopped before her and flashed a toothy grin.

“I’m here to pick you up for your first day of school Racheli. I think it’s time you learned to control your powers.”

Racheli raised her eyebrow as her head turned, her figure twisted a bit, to see him pace in front of her. She was still in her ‘night’ clothes and dark blood had crusted behind her ear and streaked along her neck. The hand used to rub her head then tried to wipe the evidence away in a casual brush on the way down. Likely missing a lot of it, mentally cursing her stupidity for not washing up before she answered the door. She didn’t like the toothy grin on his stupid face or the mention of ‘school’ as her irritation swell in her chest over it.

Starting to figure out that her obvious signs of dislike were getting her nowhere, she exhaled through her nose then tried to calm in her approach, “You really think that’s a good idea? I’ve already leveled a bit out of Little China Town, I don’t think Lost Haven can stand another place to remodel even if it’s for a ’good’ cause.”

Her hips remained cocked as she folded her arms across her chest in waiting for his reply.

“A little bit? My dear, they’ll be rebuilding for months. And that’s exactly why it is essential that you learn to control your powers. I don’t think the good people of Lost Haven want to have to rebuild their city everytime you get a case of road rage.” Midas told her as he noted the crusted blood in her hair. “You know, you really shouldn’t pick at that...It’s trigger is almost as temperamental as you are.”

“So I noticed,” Racheli grumbled, her tone low and trying to remain calm. She didn’t want to admit the shock to her system had literally disabled her, shutting her down for what seemed to be hours until she could reboot and resume. It actually a bit frightening to her, but her pride refused to acknowledge it. She turned her eyes away, avoiding eye contact, while she shifted around him and headed toward the kitchen sink.

She paused long enough to add the other thoughts going through her head, “That still doesn’t sound like a solution because I highly doubt I can go to any local gym and not create more destruction.”

Her hand very, very lightly gripped the sink hand as if she was trying to keep from being infected, then turned it. She flinched while it seemed she turned it a bit too hard. The handle came to an unnatural angle and seemed to stick there causing her to groan, the water pouring out full throttle. She leaned over the sink edge as she mumbled, “I fucking miss the forge so bad. At least anything I broke fixed itself…”

“Oh, that isn’t something you have to worry about. I have a facility under Midas industries that will be more than adequate for your training. You won’t have to worry about blowing anything up or otherwise causing any sort of mass destruction there, it was designed to withstand a 200 megaton nuclear explosion. I highly doubt that you have anything to worry about.” He bragged before turning to meet her gaze eye to eye. “Racheli, I want you to know that there really is no need to fight me. I’m not your enemy, I just hope that you come to see that truth sooner than later.”

“Either way, I don’t have much of a choice, do I?” Racheli asked accusingly, her figure rose up and began to search the drawers for a dish rag to wash away the blood. When she finally found one, she shoved it under the rushing water and let it sit there. Her eyes stared straight ahead but her words continued to poke holes into Midas’ attempts to be friendly and tempt her with a place that wouldn’t fall to her unpredictable abilities, “How do you know for sure that will be enough? I’ve never figured out my own limits which seems to flex and adjust fast than I fucking can it seems.”

“You’re right. I can see that niceties won’t work with you, so I am going to cut all the bullshit and be straight with you.” Midas said, his voice hardening slightly. “You have no choice in the matter. You are going to train with me at my facility where the rest of this city doesn’t have to worry about being blown to shit by you, and you will train there until I am sufficiently satisfied that you have your shit together enough not to blow the whole place to hell. Then and only then, will you have the opportunity to leave. My dear, what I said is true, I am not your enemy. But I’m not your friend. Eventually, I could be either...Friend, enemy. The choice is ultimately up to you.”

Racheli noted the tone change as her figure flipped around, her hips pressed against the sink. Her head tilted up and down subtly to survey him, her right hand still held the dampened dish rag, seeming to determine how far she could test her boundaries. She was a difficult individual when she didn’t want to be rope into things, nothing about becoming infested with a virus had changed that. Rach also wasn’t suicidal.

Her mind recalled the explosive attached to her head vividly and caused her to rein in her attitude, a bit, “Can I at least get cleaned up before we take off? I’m covered in… I won’t call it blood, but it’s still gross. Anything else you would like me to do before we leave?”

If nothing else, Midas was a quick study of people. He was able to tell a lot about a person just by watching their body language. Racheli was no different. As she moved around the apartment, Midas saw a young woman who held similar traits to a caged animal. She was tense, she was pacing, almost as if she were looking for her chance to pounce, yet like a pitbull whose master had employed an invisible fence, she stopped short of crossing that line. And that knowledge was powerful. Midas knew that he had Racheli right where he wanted her, resistant yet compliant. It was at this point that she would prove to be most pliable.

“Of course. Take your time, take a shower and get freshened up.” Midas replied to her query. “And Racheli, you may want to change your clothes before we leave.”

“I will see if I can find anything...suitable,” Rach stopped short of spitting the word from her teeth, her hand reached to turn off the water only to stop, “You know what, never mind. I think you might want to get someone up here to fix that.”

With those last words, she twisted about and walked to get clean, dressed and mentally prepare herself for whatever Midas’ little shop of horrors had to offer her.

[center]~Few Hours Later~[/color]

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After showering, her figure walked out in a simple pair of ripped jeans and a white tee with the printed etched words: No One Cares, on the front. Her hand finished off toweling her short hair as it barely dripped from the water. She began to lace up a pair of boots while she replied, “Do I need to bring anything metallic or is there going to be stuff there? Right now, that’s the only ability I feel… alright doing.”

“No need. We have everything you’ll need within the Power Plant.” Midas said as Rach prepared herself for the trip. As he spoke, he watched the young woman. He had a gift when it came to body language, and that gift allowed him to gage what a person was thinking. Over the years, this talent has proven invaluable while negotiating deals and he proudly touted this ability as a major reason for his success. When he looked at Racheli, he saw a woman who was ill at ease. She had a silent intensity about her, and to him, she seemed like a caged animal, and despite all of the safeguards he had put in place, that very fact made her dangerous.

“Allow me to lead the way.” Midas said motioning toward the door.

“Alright,” Racheli said, then shrugged as she approached. Her eyes looked to Midas who carefully opened the door and allow her to walk through. She tossed the towel aside as she moved out the door and a few feet. She twisted about to face him, watching him before she gestured for him to lead the way and followed.

“Right.” Midas said with an air of smugness as he lead the way down the hall to the elevator. As Midas led her through the building, he did so with an air of confidence, and purpose. Finally, he had a meta human under his employ that had true potential to be the weapon that he needed. However, he needed for her to learn how to harness her great power, to control it. Truth be told, if she were unable to do so, she would be useless to him. She would be just another loose end that would need to be cleaned up. However, such thoughts were premature. He had every expectation that she would be able to overcome her issues and eventually learn her place. The sun shone brightly as they emerged from Halcyon Towers, and Midas led her to the limo that was parked at the curb in front of the building.

Once they reached the vehicle, Midas opened the door and met Racheli’s gaze with a smile as he motioned for her to get in, which she did, albeit almost reluctantly. When the limo pulled away from the curb, it did not immediately go to their destination as one might expect. Instead, the car drove all around the city for nearly an hour and a half. Though he was anxious to get started, he was in no real rush. The round about way of going to the facility also was a strategic maneuver as he did not want Racheli, or anyone who might have an interest in removing her from his custody, to really know exactly where they were going.

After the limo took a slow pass by Chinatown, allowing the young woman to get a good look at all the damage she had caused, the ruined buildings and crushed dreams that the destruction that her battle with War-Pulse had wreaked upon the neighborhood, it finally made its way back to Midas Industries.

Racheli had been staring out the window, taking the sights in and silent the whole time. Her chin rested on her palm as she tried not to think too hard about what was to come. When they rolled pass Chinatown’s outskirts, her figure tensed. In the daylight the damage was much worse. Pavement was torn to pieces, reminds of fire showed, powerlines down, and other collateral damage gave the impression a natural disaster had struck as the police redirected traffic.

Her head turned away, unable to look at it, “Had to make a fucking make a point, didn’t you? Fucking bastard.”

“Yes.” Midas said coldly. “I need you to understand why we are doing what we are doing. You have an incredible power within you. You can do so much good, or you can…”Midas’ voice trailed off as he motioned to the destruction in Chinatown. “You need to understand why we are doing this, you have to understand what is at stake.”

Racheli twisted about in her seat, facing him as she leaned close enough that he couldn’t misunderstand her. Her eyes were heated with fury and heat as she spoke each words, “Good intentions doesn’t make you a hero. It’s your actions and motives that determine it. All I want, is to live and without a leash choking me about the neck like a noose.”

“You will have that opportunity, eventually. The simple fact is that right now you are unstable. You don’t have the control over your powers that you need to have in order to ensure the safety of the people around you, much less the rest of this city. Though my hope is that when this is all said and done, you choose to remain in my employ...it isn’t required. You’ll be free to make that choice for yourself, once you’ve demonstrated that you can control yourself.” Midas told her, his tone much sterner than he had spoken to her up to this point.

“We’ll see, but I’m sorry if I have a hard time believing that. So far, all I’ve seen is a pretty cage,” Racheli pulled back into her seat, noting they had arrived at their destination, “Let’s go see this ‘power plant’ of yours.”

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

~|Nar Shaddaa, Veenra|~

~|Day 3, 6^th Hour|~
Zora Nox

Upon hearing Fa sigh, or was it a snort as it was difficult to tell, she tensed and her fingers curled about her colored balls. She paused in her movement and stood standing just off her seat as the reptile Jedi spoke. The words continued to amuse her since she found it impressive that the Jedi believe herself influent enough to both threaten the Republic Senate into obeying and prevent the Jedi Council from countering her current deal, mostly because it was the council that held the power. If they didn’t agree with the deal, they wouldn’t back this obnoxious Jedi’s attempts to carry it out and then she was screwed. Besides, it was unheard of to her of any Sith making such a ridiculous deal.

Despite her calm demeanor, every nerve was alert and wired for survival in the event she was allowed to leave peacefully. Zora chuckled at the Jedi’s words, “There’s a still a chance of her both learning and killing you instead. On top of everything you’ve said, I find it very hard for a single Jedi, no matter their rank, to be able to something this huge. I rather take my chances living on this rock then piss off a Darth.”

With that, she decided to bide her ‘guest’ a good bye, “Thank you for the amusing story. It did make sitting here more tolerable and I haven’t had a good laugh for a while.”

She began to move toward the front door. Through Zora appeared casual, the moment she spotted movement heading toward her or got a sixth sense of danger then her fingers would tighten and the first ball would drop. Until then, she would slowly eased herself out into the busy streets and melt into the crowds heading to their morning jobs.