Star Wars : Tides of War

Nightshade : *From counless ages spent in the depths of space controlled by the flailing Empire to the dusty husk of Korriban, she had been quite the busy lady. Securing an alliance with the Ascension - the "Sith Empire" - was no small feat, but to bring that back to the Remnant would undoubtedly cause... strife. Certainly the Moffs would scoff at the idea of throwing their support behind yet another Sith Lord. But she didn't particularly care. While she wasn't necessarily the one in control, she did command a surprising amount of power as the second-in-command to the would-be Emperor. Such as he was. His attempt at "tagging" Force users had been an ill-conceived idea doomed to failure, but now.... Now was not the time to push the anti-Jedi garbage. Use the Ascension to take the heat and neutralize the Jedi... and, as has shown in the past, the Force users will take care of each other. And she, of course, can be left to her own devices, to control and command as she so desires. While she has somewhat of passing interest in the goings-on of the "Republic Alliance" on Coruscant, her attention has recently turned to the Kuat shipyards... and the development of an armada to rival even the Empire's greatest fleet of the past. While she hasn't taken any direct control over it - she leaves that to a certain Imperial higher-up who thrives in such an environment - she has definitely taken an.. uncomfortable (for him) interest in the goings-on. With the tentative alliance with the Sith newly inked, growing Imperial power has never been more important.*
Luri : ­­s-covid-230754620.html ­­­-ontario-reports-331-new-cases-about-8-6-per-cent-­­of-city-workers-unvaccinated-or-hadnt-disclosed-st­atus-as-of-friday
Luri : Ontario's daily case count was higher yesterday. There is just a higher precentage per population here, if you believe the lies.
M : *checks daily cases vs. AB* Welp. I'd say the 'tyranny' is working out pretty good, actually.
D : Huh.
Luri : How's the tyranny working out?
Treviso Raxius: *No sudden movements, sudden movements or they'll blow us all away.* *EG*
Treviso Raxius: *Rienne did a bad bad thing."
Treviso Raxius: *Suck ass, Rienne.*
Luri : Uh, stop that. :P
Jen: (randomly crawls around the rafters and moos)
Vidis: *Hey now!*
Droman Kane: *Moonlight is thought to transform some people into strange creatures to drive others mad.*
Droman Kane: *Gets on a fathier and whips Vidis. lol*
Luri : This is much better.
Luri : Anyway, I guess I had too many expectations for the sequels. And I was severely let down. :P
Luri : I'm pretty sure the EU went with the idea that gray Jedi would inevitably fall to the dark side.
Jen: ­­161381126 I mean....we did
Siffra: *There is not exactly room to avoid the feelings tumbling over her or the responses it brings such as the dark side being the first real and true discernable touch to the force she has felt. The truth others speak so often of it being seductive is slowly becoming real. When he heads down that roadway and settles his hand on her knee for a squeeze her head would automaticaly turn towards him somewhat more.* I can't really tell you what I want but there's no chance of normal having killed sentients. I don't have a corner for thinking about those sorts of wants or even needs. There's too much that has happened and you know it. *She would seem to compose herself somewhat and let the heavy feeling of those energies settle upon her like a mantle* Don't hold back then.
Drasius: I am looking for you to remain by my side. It’s where you belong. *Whether she believes that or not, it doesn’t really matter. She may be able to sense his intentions, but only if she focuses on the darkness roiling within her, listening for the whisper of the Force. When the speeder reaches the outskirts of the city, he continues following the roadway until it fades away to the white sand of the coastal region. Then he makes a turn and heads in the direction of the impressive estate they share. At least she can’t say he doesn’t provide her with the best the galaxy has to offer. His eyes shift to her briefly, and he reaches down to place a hand upon her knee, giving it a squeeze, as if to reassure her. He isn’t always the monster she fears. At least on the surface.* What is it that you want, my dear? You know you can’t return home. You don’t want to live on the streets of Neo Vallera. Do you want to run from me and attempt to live a normal life? *A smirk appears on his lips, but it fades rather abruptly.* You shouldn’t mind the little things. Focus on the darkness, and it will determine your reality.
Siffra: *The smile unsettles her again ,damnit, but his words cause that reverberation of that insistent pain as if something is trying to punch through her chest for just a moment but she does look down at her hands. His voice becomes a little bit distant to her as those words penetrate into her thoughts and she calmly lowers her hand, or at least outwardly calm!* I want to say I'm not but you know I am. *She can feel that presence more now and she would find herself feeling that weird vertigo where it feels like things are spinning out of control on her and reach down to grab the side of her seat by the door to "steady" herself* I'm not supposed to do things like that....*and she goes quiet for at least two full minutes and responds with a voice that is more broken than before.* there is no they any longer. Just you. But are you looking for a demon or a ghost, Drasius?
Siffra: (( it won't undo the post. ))
Siffra: *She assumed he simply wanted her to take the dagger itself and if she is dead then who would report a single blonde woman? She would move into the speeder and slip down to a seated position and allows herself to take a few breaths as she moves to close the door. Her heart is pounding of course and her mind is awash with chaotic thoughts and feelings but as he speaks she looks towards him and furrows her brows slightly.* How was I blocking you out? *the presence of the mask is making her unsettled as she seems to be thinking a little more clearly and realising he might have wanted her to wear it which actually put a little fear in the pit of her stomach shattering any calm she might have but at least she's not so pale and that look of obliterated self control is balancing itself*
Drasius: *Not that she was blocking him. He doesn’t think she is capable of it, with the exception of doing it involuntarily. Once she is seated beside him and the passenger door is closed, he pulls out to merge with what little traffic is passing through the Projects. It isn’t as if a lot of beings want to be the victims of speederjackings. He glances over to her with a smile that would seem to suggest he is impressed with her commitment, though he refrains from saying anything until they leave the Projects and make their way towards the coast.* Stare at the blood on your hands. Feel that surge of adrenaline coursing through you. You can gauge the dark side by how intoxicating every sensation is. You’re becoming familiar with it, aren’t you, my dear? *If she doesn’t tell the truth, he’ll know either way. His sense are attuned to her in that moment, and she would be able to feel his presence more prominent than before.* What you thought you saw as being a prisoner held against your will, I view as you discovering your true potential.
Siffra: *She assumed he simply wanted her to take the dagger itself and if she is dead then who would report a single blonde woman? She would move into the speeder and slip down to a seated position and allows herself to take a few breaths as she moves to close the door. Her heart is pounding of course and her mind is awash with chaotic thoughts and feelings but as he speaks she looks towards him and furrows her brows slightly.* How was I blocking you out? *the presence of the mask is making her unsettled as she seems to be thinking a little more clearly and realising he might have wanted her to wear it which actually put a little fear in the pit of her stomach shattering any calm she might have but at least she's not so pale and that look of obliterated self control is balancing itself*
Siffra: (( Is noooooot))
Drasius: *That poor Bith. Siffra is pure evil!*
Drasius: *She could have worn the mask of Nihilus to conceal her identity, but that was her choice. And who is likely to believe the rabble in the Projects that a young, blonde aristocrat murdered the drug addict Bith in cold blood? There are no identifying marks on the landspeeder. Siffra herself was believed to have been killed in a fire on a world far from Vallera years ago, making her a nothing more than a ghost to the galaxy. When she decides to hand back the vibroblade, he reaches out to grab it, tossing it into the glove compartment. He waits for her to climb into the speeder, though reaching out with the Force to deter the beings on the street from getting too close to properly identify her. A mind trick against the weak to make them disregard what their eyes had seen. But the longer they remain parked on the side of the roadway, the more likely someone will report what she’s done.* You shouldn’t block me out, Siffra dear. You would be left out in the cold otherwise. Like the rest of these pathetic lifeforms.
Siffra: *She felt the amusement but that hatred slipped past her guard as he laughs at her and seems to cover the last of it by clearing his throat but this time she is quietly aware that there are others around but thats what he wanted isn't it? Witnesses? She still holds the blade in her hand but perhaps he likes the look of blood on her hands and dress.* Trust me. I know. You're a torturously relentless fuck but I am not completely oblivious to everything. I can't block you out...its maddening. *As her hand holding the blade begins to tremble and her chin lifts a bit as she straightens up fully before calmly walking towards the vehicle only to flip the blade so that she's holding it and hold it out to him blade first*
Drasius: *There is no hint of emotion on his face as he witnesses her callous attack the Bith, stabbing it first in the forehead with the vibroblade, then in the heart. She might sense his amusement in that moment with a dark undercurrent to it radiating with his perpetual hatred of the creature she just executed. Judging by his appearance, it would never be known by anyone who isn’t sensitive in the Force. But deep in his core lurks a monster she may not wish to encounter. He finally tilts his head back and raises a hand to his mouth, unable to prevent himself from laughing at the Bith’s demise. It doesn’t last long, and he clears his throat to return his hand to the controls. On the street, there is a gathering of vagrants—the prostitute, a homeless man, some other cretins.* You did well. You didn’t hesitate to end that pitiful creature’s existence, unlike the time in the Tides. But you should know that this isn’t a game. It’s very, very real.
Siffra: (( Sorry. Looks away. My word switching issue has been bad today ))
Drasius: *No, he made her look away from the Bith. No matter.*
Siffra: No...I...*She tenses as he forces her to look towards the Bith and feels that familiar flash of pain over her entire body before carefully pushing his hand away and with a jolting quicknes she reaches out to snatch it up. She pushes the door outward to knock the Bith to the ground with it and once the creature is sprawle out on the duracrete she ignores any and all restrictions of her dress and steps over the body with a white knuckled grasp on the blade and drives it down into the bony prominence of its forehead. It causes a bit of a mess but she has a feeling he won't care. He'd feel something dark and concentrated flare out perhaps causing a brief sensation of dull pain which she'd also feel and for a moment her eyes lose focus as she pulls the blade out and then plunges it down again exactly to where its beating heart is about to stop then stands and turns to face Drasius.* Playing chose me for playing games with.
Drasius: I chose you for what, my dear? Are you afraid that I’ll discard you like a piece of trash? *His lips curl upward in an unnerving grin, and the lock to the passenger door disengages. Perhaps the Bith didn’t hear it, and it would suggest that he isn’t paying close enough attention to his surroundings, because he continues smearing his face against the side window.* Afraid that I don’t want you by my side any longer? I thought I repulsed you… *He takes her by the chin, gently turning her to face him instead of the sickening creature outside their speeder.* I want you to unleash the darkness within you, my dear. I know you’re capable of it. You think it will change who you are, and you’re right to fear it, but would you rather be a monster on the inside or on the outside? *Instead of leaning in to kiss her lips as she might expect, he leans over her to open the glove compartment, revealing a mask belonging to the Cult of Nihilus—a stark, bone white face, with pitch black eyes, nose and lower jaw. Along with the mask is a vibroblade. But she doesn’t have much time to act. The Bith finally reaches for the handle to her door, struggling to open it in his intoxicated state.*
Siffra: *She might have jumped subtly as the Bith hits the window with her head tilting to one side as she half ignores the interruption from the window for the moment. Instead of replying quickly she would remain quiet for a few moments....and then with a much quieter voice and some sort of strange emotions stirring.* You chose me.
Siffra: (( Musta missed that bit. >_< ))
Luri : "Let's go ahead and do that several more times, cause I hate my life, clearly."
Siffra: (( I guess it..hurts your thumb? ))
Luri : Right?!
Siffra: ((ya what now?))
Luri : ­­ This has to be the best Garand thumb video by far. :P
Drasius: *Manipulating him would take more than a flash of leg from her. If he were one of the drug addled cretins wandering the streets of the Projects, she might have an easier time distracting him. A chance, as it were.* As entertaining as that idea may be, no. Why would I leave you to the scum of Neo Vallera? Why would I let you become one of them? *But as he asks her those questions, the speeder has come to a halt near the side of the duracrete walkway, and the Bith junkie is stumbling towards her side of the vehicle. The Bith presses a hand up against the polarized window, awkwardly banging on it, followed by staring inside to try and catch a glimpse of his passenger. Fortunately for her, however, the tint on the window doesn’t permit the Bith to see anything more than a vague outline of her. A smirk graces Drasius’ lips, and he leans back in the pilot’s seat to observe her reaction to the undesirable.* What is it that separates you from them? Is it your vague memories of a former life surrounded by amenities they couldn’t even afford to dream of? Is it the lifestyle you’ve been currently afforded? Tell me what it is.
Siffra: *Maybe she should make better threats? She could easily lean over in a specific way and make him forget to pilot and send them crashing off into anihilation couldn't she? A little extra thigh? And in fact she does reach up to quietly fiddle with her fingers across the hollow of her throat a bit as if she used to wear a necklace there before putting her hand back down near the side door and letting out a slow breath.* At this point, Drasius, wouldn't you prefer to put me there and see me destroy everything in my path? *As she turns a bit in her seat and leans across it closer to his shoulder and snarls a bit viciously at him* Snapping up the little crumbs until I crawl back to you begging? Is that it? Is my begging your goal?
Drasius: *Sacrifices Siffra to the Cult of Nihilus.*
Drasius: *She should also be more careful with her threats. Piloting the speeder isn’t difficult for him in the slightest, but her in that dress can be distracting. The sleek black landspeeder swerves in and out of the traffic lanes with ease, leaving the city to return to their impressive coastal estate—her prison. At least she isn’t living on the streets of Neo Vallera, forced to survive by whatever means necessary. He looks over to her, noting the glimmer in her eyes. It brings a faint smile to his lips, though it fades rather unexpectedly.* I want you exactly right where you are. I do hope you’re comfortable, my dear. It would be a shame if you were to wallow in your misery for the rest of your life. *Not that he is particularly concerned. The speeder continues moving through the streets, passing the slums and the Projects district in the grimiest quarter. The failed system of a corrupt government that led to countless homeless, drug addled beings squandering their days amid the filth of their own making. He slows the speeder down, pulls up to the duracrete curb and glances past her to a male Bith high out of his fucking mind on death sticks.* That could be your existence. Or the prostitute on the corner. You could be sacrificed by the Cult of Nihilus.
Siffra: ((....why is Break Stuff on my playlist ))
Siffra: *If she thought that being careful might help around him she might be more mindful of such subtle things! Her eyes flick briefly towards him and remain focused there when he speaks with that smirk painted over his lips. She doesn't say anything as he pilots the vehicle into the traffic lanes and chooses his destination before glancing to her again. He should look where he's piloting! * An escape from a black hole? From the in between? Limbo? You want me to be a ghost then so I will. One day even you won't see me coming. *Pardon me, Siffra, was that an evil glimmer in your eye?*
Drasius: *She should be more careful in her hand placement. Once he opens the pilot’s door, he settles into the conform leather seat and closes the door behind him. The repulsorlift engines are activated with the press of a button, and he grasps the controls, glancing over to her with an idle smirk.* The dark side beckons to you, and yet you resist. It must be eating away at your soul, Siffra dear. You know there is no escape. There is no possible chance for you to return to your past life. He pulls away from the duracrete walkway and merges with the traffic, accelerating to move through the entertainment district of the city. There is a pause as he glances from the roadway in front of him to her again.* Everyone you ever loved or cared about believes you to be dead. Are you just going to simply approach what’s left of your family and tell them what? That you were mistaken as being deceased all this time? Left in a medically induced coma? I won’t let you escape my grasp, and it would only lead to more death…
Siffra: *She sets her drink down carefully as his hand settles upon her waist and slips down through a dangerous path beneath her dress and her lips part just a bit as she takes a careful breath. She might have responded but he takes her by the hand and guides her out of the Tides only to reveal a Rodian that is going to regret its actions in mere moments if her guess is right. But perhaps remarkably there isn't pity in her eyes for the creature and when he gestures she does obey and takes the steps to the open door and slips into the vehicle as she feels a vague unsettling the sort of which reminds one of inhaling poison or staring off a pit viper. It is probable that she can still see everything when she's seated and she doesn't make herself look down or away but sits quietly with her eyes on him. Tension rattles down her spine vertebrae by vertebrae and settles in her clasped hands.*
Drasius: *Such a forgetful mind she has. As to whether he is threatening her or not, he settles a hand upon her waist, gliding his fingers down her thigh through the slit in her dress. Or at least as far as he’s able to reach without making it obvious to anyone who may be watching. The grin on his lips only becomes more apparent as he watches her take a drink from her glass.* Still attempting to hold on to a shred of innocence, my dear? You aren’t the privileged young woman you used to be. In fact, you’re no one of consequence. Just another face in the crowd. A shadow in the darkness. *Unless she hesitates or resists, he takes her by the hand and moves through the interior of the Tides to reach the exit. The door slides open with a mechanical hiss, and he steps out onto the street where his speeder is parked. He isn’t surprised to see a Rodian thief attempting to break into the pilot’s side entry, so he calmly releases Siffra’s hand and walks around the front of the vehicle to approach the criminal. As his fingers clutch at the air by his side, the Rodian appears to begin gasping for air. It only worsens for the thief, and he collapses on his knees before lying still in the street. That is when Drasius gestures for Siffra to climb into the speeder. Not a word is spoke to her, though he does unlock the door for her via a remote.*
Siffra: (( its suddenly hot in here ))
Siffra: *Truth be told she entirely forgot about the black-chromium bands so the moment she feels that suspicous pull and the clack of the magna lock she shuts her eyes briefly and feels her face flush in mild embarassment at being so foolish. When she opens her eyes he's staring at her and she straightens gently as he brushes her hair her mind knowing full well that tiny gesture was more a threat than she first considered. Her breathing is a bit more unmeasured with that shadowy flicker his eyes show when he speaks again and steps back once while settling her arms at her sides gently.* You won't let me disappoint you. *Purposely she reaches out for her drink without taking her eyes off of him and soothes her poor parched soul.*
Drasius: An amusing prospect, but you won’t simply be tossed in the trash like the rest of the filth wandering these streets. *A cruel grin settles on his lips, though it fades quickly as he raises a hand to place underneath her chin. It was a mistake for her to think it would be a wise decision for her to clasp her hands behind her back, given the polished black-chromium bracelets she is wearing. With his free hand, he presses a button on the miniature remote attached to his belt, which activates the magnalock feature of her restraints to effectively bind her arms. He stares into her eyes for a considerable length of time, grinning at her as he raises his hand that was underneath her chin to lightly brush her hair to the side, whether its out of place or not. Then, without a word, he presses the button again to separate her magnacuffs. Unless she makes a scene, no one will be the wiser.* Nihilus is the face of death, and you’ll become familiar with that face in due time. Killing those beings was just the first of many challenges I have in store for you, Siffra. I hope you don’t disappoint me.
MSG: Siffra sent a message to Luri.
Luri : Yeah, Yillis and Nix.
Siffra: *When he tightens his grip there would be a brief flinch at the tender spots beneath his fingers and the smallest flinch when he releases her. The hand upon her thigh strikes her as much more of a warning than many who could be watching would think but she doesn't move otherwise. Her eyes remain on his features during that contact and he features would quietly ice over. Her mind grasps the words and meanings from him easily this time and color drains from her face with a drop in her stomach before she stands up abruptly and steps up in front of him in a non confrontational manner and stares up at him levely. In the blink of an eye her appearance is dripping with a delicious sort of venemous that is strikingly beautiful and tempting. Her hands are gently clasped behind her and she is leaned forward just a tad but otherwise poised.* You are the face of death. So perhaps I would smile in that last second and after I am cold and gone I would haunt you until you run mad in the streets...Relentlessly.
Siffra: (( *composing self*))
Jen: Yilnix?
Luri : Say Wha?!
Jen: say whut?
Luri : Hey, Yilnix.
Luri : I think they changed how tibanna gas works in canon. Fuck Disney.
Drasius: You would find yourself on the floor in an instant if you even tried, my dear. *His grip tightens on her chin, if only for a brief moment. He then releases his grasp and settles his hand upon her thigh, as if to reinforce the fact that she belongs to him.* You’ve become a shadow since waking up in that lab on Polis Massa. No one knows you’re alive. No one even gives a fuck who you are, do they? Not really. They only see the illusion you present to the galaxy—the glamor you flaunt in their faces. I need only to snap my fingers and you would find yourself living on the streets of Neo Vallera, wearing nothing but a paper bag, scrounging for food in the trash compactors. *He gives her thigh a firm squeeze before sliding out of the booth and adjusting the collar of his tunic, regardless of whether she is finished her drink or not. Perhaps she pissed him off. Perhaps he is merely testing her to see how far she will bend.* The day I throw you away is the day you find yourself with a blaster aimed at your head, make no mistake. Will you blink when the trigger is squeezed and you see the flash of tibanna gas? Will you smile like a woman possessed?
Luri : "Abner, you see who that is? It's your mom!"
Jen: Oh dear....the rap battle
Gavin Lurid : *No, I escaped.*
Fierrah Doshan : *The slender starship, metallic black and reflecting only slightly the distant lights from the orbiting space station above Vallera, departs lightspeed a small distance from the upper atmosphere of the outer rim planet. The pilot of the ship wakes from her meditative state when the alert telling her of their arrival chimes around her. She isn't startled by the sudden sound piercing the silence; she'd expected it sooner rather than later. Her sojourn to Korriban - and the subsequent training that followed - had drawn to a close ages ago, but she'd been drifting through various systems since then... searching. While toying with the former Jedi Gavin Lurid had amused her for some time, she'd long since grown bored with the game. There were bigger fish to fry, at the end of the day, and leaving him in the care of Chi'hari had seemed the wiser course (>:D). Now, she regains her focus and takes in her surroundings, confident that her selection of destination would prove fruitful once again. After receiving the appropriate authorizations, she breaches the atmosphere of Vallera and angles that ship toward the nearest starport, of which there are at least two near Neo Vallera. That's her ultimate destination, after all. It isn't long before she's landing her berth and locking down her ship, ensuring that none but her can enter. And then... she settles in to... wait.*
M :
Rhianna Neshtara : *Jedi!*
Pandora : *Shift.*
Jen: *squeeks about*
Siffra: What if you discover that isn't the truth after all? What if what I'm thinking of is slamming your head into the table until you bleed? *He would likely know she is only saying it because perhaps that is what he wants to hear deep down.*Of course when she doesn't move to escape the grasp on her chin nor pull away or look to him with disgust or anger maybe it is obvious she has accepted things. That deep down there is a disturbing acceptance and calm and the reality that the galaxy was dog eat dog and she was safer with him than anywhere else.* I might have eventually but instead you're stuck with me aren't you? Is it turning out as you wished? Do you sometimes think about throwing me away and fleeing to the outermost reaches of the galaxy?
Drasius: You’re quite capable of it, but I believe it isn’t what you truly want. *He glances from her to his glass, retrieving it from the table and bringing it to his lips. After another sip, he holds the glass in his hand, idly tapping it with a finger.* You want to be right where you are. Why? Because you know the truth of the galaxy as I do. It’s a cold, desolate hellscape in which the only escape is death. You only need to look around you to see it. *Once he sets the glass back down on the table, he leans into her and breathes in the exotic scent of her perfume, taking a moment to admire her beauty.* Where would you be otherwise? Bored? Desperate? Lonely? Would you seek out the darkness on your own? *He glances to her once more, then raises a hand to gently grasp her chin.* Hmm?
Siffra: (( Depends on how full the theater is ))
Luri : The Wolverine is kind of a cool movie. Might like it a bit more than Logan, actually. It's not as bleak.
Luri : Masked?
Siffra: (( I probably will :P))
Luri : Yay or nay, Jen!
Siffra: (( No idea actually))
Siffra: *The chuckle was what she expected and the answer he gives as well so she doesn't appear hurt or surprised at the moment. She does take her drink up for a sip or two as he's speaking but sets it down as he slides into the booth and wraps his arm around her waist prompting her to straighten her neck somewhat and sit up just a bit. She closes her eyes for a moment and contemplates his presence quite literally, inhaling the scent of his cologne mingled with the light hint of his drink and judging just how close he is and where his arm is positioned including the placement of his hand. Then she opens her eyes slowly and meets his eyes in what may be a maddeningly confident way before she settles the hand closest to him on his knee and leans closer to put her face nearer his own before slowly leaning in...* What if I don't want to give you those words? What if I...*she pauses and swallows gently and carefully removes her hand* what if I want to learn to surpass you first and wait until I have you fooled ?
Luri : Is The Suicide Squad worth going to theatres for?
Siffra: (( meep ))
Drasius: Love, Siffra? *A dark chuckle escapes his lips before he raises his glass of Whyren’s Reserve and takes another sip from it. Then he sets it down beside him on the tabletop and stares at her for a long, uncomfortable moment.* Lust is more appropriate. When you want to see the entire galaxy burn, it doesn’t hurt to have someone you can keep by your side. Perhaps as a slave… or a pet. You’re more of an obsession, but I’m sure you’ve developed something for me. Tell me what it is. *Just to make her slightly more uncomfortable, he slips out of the booth and settles in next to her, wrapping his arm possessively around her waist.* Tell me how much you hate me, my dear. Tell me that you want to see me writhing in agony before my death, choking on my own blood. You want to see me suffer, don’t you?
Siffra: *She calmly reaches out to take the mug and set it upon the table and waits until the server has gone, then as he has settled into the booth again. She watched the smirk cross his lips and the expressions he carries when he asks her his questions but he could be so damned hard to read at times.* Depends on the moment doesn't it? There are some moments when I would like to run away but I'm positive you would be right on my heels laughing like a devil. Feelings? *She would smile slowly and lower her head a bit so she's looking across the table at him past her eyelashes juuuust a bit* Do you want me to have feelings for you? Are you capable of feeling love?
Drasius: I want you exactly where you are, my dear. It doesn’t matter if you’re uncomfortable or not. *When the server returns with their drinks, he reaches for his glass of Whyren’s Reserve, idly sipping it. The server hands Siffra her mug of mead, then leaves to attend to another booth. He sets his glass down on the booth table, leaning forward to clasp his fingers together once more. She might be able to run if she removes her heels. He didn’t force her to wear such high heels in the first place. That was her choice. A smirk tugs on the corner of his lips as he observes her for a long, uncomfortable moment.* Do you have any feelings for me, Siffra? Do you think of us as lovers? Something more? Or is it that you want to run far away from me and never look back? *He reaches for his drink again, relaxing in the booth to give her enough breathing room. Their relationship hasn’t been all torment and pain. Hasn’t she been provided with more than anyone wouldn’t want in terms of wealth and prestige? There are those who regard her as a celebrity in a sense—royalty, if you will.*
Siffra: (( *bite*))
Drasius: *Poor Siffra.*
Siffra: Be honest, I have never pushed any one of your buttons nearly enough for that. *She falls silent for a few moments after having watched that grin cross his lips and the narrowed eyes as she folds her hands lightly over the top of her leg and watches him for long enough he might wonder if she's not going to say anything else.* Are you sure it isn't you? That you aren't the one that wants to drown me in it until my spirit is decayed and the carrion comes to you? A little skeleton to rattle after you when you're lonely? *Run? She couldn't. He knows damn well why.*
Luri : People think women were so oppressed, but I think that's pretty cool.
Drasius: *I'm like Dr. Death. I get my kicks from killing people.*
Drasius: *EG*
Siffra: ((*eyes Drasius....considers*))
Alden Locke : Hey, Zeph.
Drasius: Careful about pushing the wrong buttons, Siffra. You wouldn’t want to find yourself locked in a cold, dark cell, naked, with the flesh stripped from your back after a brutal whipping. *He leans forward in the booth, clasping his fingers together as a grin appears on his lips.* You’re a beautiful creature, but don’t think for a second that I wouldn’t be capable of taking your beauty away in an instant. I’ve done it before. *Perhaps it is spoken in view of the server. Perhaps not. He isn’t concerned about the staff of the Tides, especially considering what he did to them previously under the guise of the Cult of Nihilus.* I enjoy it when you find yourself on your knees, submissive, demure… push me too far and you may not like the monster you’ve unleashed. *While she may known him more intimately than most, would she be able to tell if he is threatening her or not? His eyes narrow slightly, becoming thin dark slits as he observes her from across the booth. She could make a run for it, but where would that leave her? She knows the consequences if she attempts to escape.* You’re drawn to the darkness, my pet. You want to be surrounded by it, submerged in it. You want to feel the dark side coursing through you until it overwhelms you… but you also know your place.
Luri : Better watch it then. :P
Siffra: (( I don't remember that o_o ))
Siffra: *More that he wouldn't want her to be deaf to appreciate it. She moves to sit in the booth but is stopped again with his grasp about her wrist which brings a mildly confused expression but she's grown to understand how he operates. At least enough so that he won't tend to use much force, usually, but smudging the chrome? Isn't that a sin? But she does take her seat with a somewhat blank expression on her face but that may be intentional. She does at least begin to relax once she is seated and without even realizing she is doing so she gently removes the smudge from the bracelet. Because he touched it? No...because her mind has started prompting her to keep things pristine and perfect.* Some buttons are meant to be pressed, aren't they? *The tone may come across cold and hostile but he should know better that she is playing a game of sorts with her words. Didn't he enjoy it? She requests a simple blend of mead with delicate fruit and spice flavors that she may have drank in her past or perhaps it was new.* Do you want me to press your buttons? *Could he see a teasing glimmer in her eyes if he really studied her? Or was she being difficult ? Either way she would lean back somewhat and cross her legs as she rotates the bracelet on her left wrist knowing full well there was likely very blatant reasons for their presence.* Or do you?
Luri : You know what? X-Men Origins has some pretty good moments. Wolverine vs Blob.
Drasius: *And we'll continue tomorrow.*
Drasius: *It’s Herglic rage-metal, so it does tend to be a preference among its listeners to be at the loudest volume setting. Perhaps she’s come to appreciate it instead of thinking of it as a means of torture. He does let her slip into the booth, but not before reaching for her wrist and prompting her to wait until he releases her from his grasp.* Mmm… I know how much you enjoy pushing buttons. I also enjoy it when you push the wrong buttons and find out it isn’t something you’d carefully thought out. *His thumb lightly glides over the polished black-chromium bracelet, leaving a smudge on its surface. Once she is seated, he moves around the table to sit opposite her, giving her enough space to for her to lower her guard and relax. That is something she’s still capable of, isn’t it? He ignores the wandering eyes on them, and gestures for one of the nearest servers to approach their booth instead. What he orders is a glass of Whyren’s Reserve on the rocks, then waits for Siffra to make her choice. His hand slips into the pocket of his suit jacket, retrieving a credit chip with enough on it for a generous tip.*

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