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GON FREECS (hxh)

A cheerful boy with an odd sense of logic. Good for anything light-hearted.
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BAROONA (ares)

Quiet and reserved but oddly playful. Good with tsunderes, grumps and shonens.
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MATTIAS LARNACA (oc)

An awkward, excitable guy who's both overly friendly and emotional.
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SATINE KRYZE (star wars)

A lady of class. Pacifist who sticks strongly to values. Eloquent and great at banter. Tag me, Alice.
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ASAJJ VENTRESS (star wars)

SHE'S AN ASSHOLE-OOOLE-OOOooOOOOLE
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JOHANN KRAUS (bprd)

Though kind at heart, he's still a polite fuck-up with a lot of bad decisions. Better with mature characters.
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KILOWOG (dc comics)

The protective alien bro/dad you always wanted.
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TROMA YABUSAME (who cares)

Basically anime Johann.
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[You'd think he'd be used to incredibly long days--both figuratively and literally, really, as hyperspace travel often does wonders for one's timezones. This one had been an escort mission, fraught with difficulties and hostilities from every direction; Coruscant is already plunged deep into night when he finally returns with security squad in tow, and Obi-Wan finds himself at the point when you're so tired you don't even feel sleepy anymore.

Retiring to the Temple is tempting anyway, really, but gathering news about events of the past day in Coruscant gives him pause; an assembled consul from Mandalore had also arrived earlier today, to attend a Senate session on alignment affairs tomorrow. And well, from there--

This sure is a text popping in at half past midnight.]

You know, I'm not entirely sure, but I think I might have left one of my cloaks in your quarters up there. Begging your pardon for the late night intrusion, of course [as if they aren't both late-nighters of the century] but I wonder if perhaps I could request an invitation, milady Duchess? To stop by and check on its whereabouts, as it were.

[The ping comes at the most unfortunate time possible. Midnight is no such problem as the mess that covers her living quarters. Stacks upon stacks of lawbooks, trial records, court statements, intergalatic law theory-every book that can be out is and every paper that can be disheveled is doing its best to stay that way. Her home is, absolutely, a gigantic mess.

Obi-Wan Kenobi could not step into a mess. She would not have it! She would rather turn him away... No, she wouldn't do that either. Not because it was uncouth (as it was) but because it was also unfavorable. For her. It was once in a blue moon the jedi stopped by to see her, after all and even rarer for her to stop and see him.

No, she could not turn him away. The shame of a dirty apartment would have to be dealt with in due course.

Maybe she could straighten up before he reached the door.

Biting her lip, she tucks a stray hair behind her ear and-while moving two volumes on the Mandalorian civil war laws-texted her response.]

I suppose I could permit such an intrusion for such favorable company, Master Jedi. You have my permission. Instruct my guards to let you in. I'm certain they won't object. They've become quite familiar with your disposition.

[Despite the mess, she doubted the cloak was present in her rooms though she dare not tell Obi-Wan that. Maybe it was an excuse to see him but she was sure he wouldn't object. A white lie so rarely did harm.]

[The Force can grant one insights to all kinds of conflicts, both close and far away--but not all of them, of course. Alarmingly messy apartments fall rather low on that scale, for all that it might not for a Duchess about to entertain a close friend's audience; upon receiving the reply, Obi-Wan is none the wiser. If not pleasantly surprised, really--because it's true that they don't get to meet often, not in the least. With a Senate meeting so soon to come, he'd half-expected to be declined anyhow...but sometimes fortune likes to give an inch, he supposes.

Not that Jedi really believe in luck.]

But of course! As have I with their tireless devotion to securing your quarters, I daresay...but I must thank you for your graciousness, Duchess! I'll try not to take too much of your time so late in the night. Nor keep you waiting too long, I hope.

[At the very least--fortunately for Satine--navigating the ponderously secure mass of 500 Republica never tends to be a particularly easy feat, even for the invited. Which is only to be expected of one of the most exclusive apartment complexes on the planet, then again. Jedi status tends to help things along, though, and he's a very familiar face by now. The clone guards at the exterior front doors salute at his approach and then greet him warmly ("Long night, General Kenobi?" "Ah, well, so it goes--the appointments never end, you know?"); the receptionist at the lobby serenely confirms that the Duchess's quarters are still located on the same floor as always; the turbolift up to the floor opens to a pair of mildly sleepy Mandalorian sentries at the hall entrance, straightening at his appearance but stepping aside at his greeting; the doorway to the Duchess's suite is flanked by two more, significantly less sleepy, though their stiffly imposing countenances brighten considerably as Obi-Wan draws up before them, and explains his visit. Passing through the doorway leads him into the suite guestroom at last, empty for the moment and lights cast warmly dimmer for the hour.

It's familiar by now. Obi-Wan pauses there for a drawn moment, taking a breath; he inhales the tired problems of the day, and exhales them away in a long sigh, as if blowing them away might help alleviate the weary weight in his limbs. It does, a little bit. But in its wake, instead, is a similarly familiar sort of mild trepidation. (Not nervousness, of course, never nervousness, that would be just silly...) Glancing around, he runs a hand through his hair in a belated attempt to straighten it from the disheveling troubles of the day, suddenly wishing someone had thought to put up a mirror somewhere in here. Ah well...

There are several doors branching off to various rooms, but Satine's presence is impossible to miss; he'd already noted it far down the hall before. So he draws up to the nearest entrance, and knocks lightly. Because that's only polite, of course...

Just here for the cloak, that's all. Right.]

Edited 2014-11-15 23:30 (UTC)

[It's an ice planet, one of the provinces of the Banking Clan. Not every system has the luxury of neutrality, and this one has become very recently-annexed Separatist space now--the money here is highly-sought, after all.

But the Republic just couldn't have that. No extensive armed counter-invasion just yet, no. Scout out the scope of the forces here first, they'd said. Try not to get caught, they'd said.

And now the planetary rotation is tipping towards evening, and the snowy weather is beginning to intensify, and through a series of remarkably stupid and convoluted events he's somehow ended up out in a snowy field several clicks away from the nearest settlement with one Asajj Ventress and an entire droid battalion is pursuit close at their heels.

Trying not to get caught always is easier said than done...

He throws himself behind the nearest particularly large snowbank, now, blasterfire whistling and hissing through icy evening air around them, breath pluming into harried puffs of white. Trying to stick his head up over said snowbank for a better look at the numbers pursuing them almost results in a blaster bolt between the eyes; lightsaber whips up just in time, sizzling away snow as he blocks that shot and a couple of other ones too before ducking back down.]

You know, we've really got to stop meeting like this, my dear. Though I suppose I can't help but be impressed that you'd travel so far abroad for a bounty. ...That is why you're here, is it? [A muffled boom as a small bomb goes off to their right, flinging snow high into the air; Obi-Wan winces, frowns over the snowbank.] --Ah, we're too far away from the settlement at this point, there's no way we're reaching that in time--much less out in the open like this! Would it be too much to hope you've got a map somewhere on you?

Edited (ah spelling my nemesis) 2014-11-15 22:42 (UTC)

[Even Border agents need a vacation every once in a while. And because she won the impromptu Win-A-Getaway contest by offing the most Neighbors within 10 minutes, she got to choose where they would go. In true Konami Kirie fashion, she chose the absolute wildest, most rugged place she could think of----a heavily forested island on the northern region of some seaside country, which was said to be inhabited by exotic beasts, not unlike thr Neighbors themselves. It was hilarious how Karasuma and Kizaki were quick to opt out; one claimed allergies, the other claimed university homework.

Well, whatever. She could have fun by herself.]

Come out, come out! Trigger...on!

[It's a wonder she's not a poacher instead. Or rather, it's like she's sci-fi Xena, Warrior Princess. Out comes Sogetsu, and she's twirling, leaping, and slashing, cutting down various abnormally large, sabretoothed cats that are quickly alerted by the noise. One feline actually goes flying, taking down a few smaller trees with it.

Yeah, this isn't really good for the environment.

Konami guffaws in the middle of somersaulting over another cat that comes leaping at her, dropkicking it to the ground, activating her Connector Trigger, and uses Sogetsu's axe form to slam the poor creature into submission.

What was that about endangered species?]

Oh, please! Isn't there something or someone who's actually strong around here?!

CALL ME OUT MEME

for SATINE (what am i doing we just don't know)

i sure don't know

IT'S A MYSTERY let's mystery ghost through this together

for VENTRESS (what am i doingness intensifies)

for gon ; i don't even know don't look at me