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Demala Nere // Chagrian Just another youngin' with much to learn. Independent SW RP Original Character Daughter of Yain Juuri Early Empire / Rebels Era Jedi!verse TCW era available

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Ori’ori: 

“Still mooching off of me, I see.” His tone had a hint of seriousness in it but he meant it in nothing but jest. Anything to help Demala, really.

On sharp turn, they were heading back upstairs, back from where Demala had already came. It wasn’t his fault that his quarters–his bedroom–was located up there. He let go of one of her legs and ducked down low, definitely not wanting to nail the rider’s head against the door frame, and stepped inside, already moving to the box that contained damn near all his weapons.

“Well, you’re earning it today, vod’ika.”

Demala let out a soft “woo!” as she dropped backwards, her back to his back and the whole world flipped upside down. With her weight, her strength, and his grip on her one leg, she was sure he could handle it --- and, generally, any time she could use him as a jungle gym was a fine time.

“I’m not a moocher, Ori’ori,” she huffed, upside down, lethorns flying free as she crossed her arms over her chest, her free leg crossed over her knee behind his head.

They certainly made a sight, if anyone had half a mind to pay them any attention at all.

She tilted her head up---down---just a tad more, and watched the grains of the floor run past, until they stopped. She unhooked her arms and stretched them up---down---as she wiggled her free leg until he released her.

A perfect little handstand, a twirl on one hand and she landed delicately on both feet. Rise to stand, hands up in the air, the crowd goes wild ---

Wait. Did he say?

She spun on her heel, clapping her hands together.

“Earn it? Finally.”

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Ori’ori. It still made him smile.

“Do you? Do you really? Because I don’t think you do.”

He was kidding…mostly.

And again came the pats on his cheeks and again he swatted them away, growling as he ducked under a beam before speeding just slightly up and jumping barely for Demala to duck, snickering to himself.

“Lek, lek… You got your own equipment or do I need to supply that for you as well?”

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She gasped at the speed up, and the jump he made was met with surprise. But, of course, she still cleanly made the duck under a passing branch and she let out a loud trill of clearly pleased giggles. Some effort to regain her balance was had, but again --- easily done when someone held on to her legs safely. 

“Supply me, please. I never---” her hands came up to make the scare quotes, and even though he couldn’t see them he must hear it in her voice, “--- ‘earned’ the big stuff.”

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It had taken some talking to Yain and Fixer but Sev had finally been able to procure a ship and his blue sibling to tag along on the trip. A teaching experience for both of them is what he billed it as but it was mainly so that they could both get away from their troubles on Mandalore. Not that he’d admit to that, of course.

The first planet on the list was Carlac but that was crossed off before the jump was even made when Demala just muttered “Death Watch.” The second? Lothal. That, however, had a higher Imperial occupation than normal and something they both wanted to avoid. Also crossed off.

He knew the opportunity that Concord Dawn presented but it was too close for his tastes. A fallback, if anything.

So their first official scouting would be a moon of Bogden. Something of legend amongst the clone ranks.

“Ever been there?” Sev asked to his copilot, swiveling to face her once the stars stretched and swirled as they went through hyperspace.

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“The planet with many moons.”

She knew of it. She knew it, in the way that someone with the barest amount of study might know a place without ever having been there. Maybe actually visiting might be far more informative, but for the moment that was all she could say about the place. Sure, she could pull it up on the holonet, read all about it, but she didn’t really see the point at the moment. Whatever information she needed, she was sure Sev would supply her. After all, it’s his idea to go there.

Actually, the fact that she was even allowed to leave Mandalore was a surprise --- even moreso that buir had given the okay for just the two of them. Not that buir didn’t trust Sev, or her. But the rise in ... no, that’s not how her buir put it.

There are people, Demala, who would steal you away and make you into the hunter you can be. And you will cut a path across the galaxy paved in the blood of your loved ones.

One of the few moments that Yain had ever decided to indulge an indirect way of speaking --- one of the few moments that reminded of Demala of when she was much, much younger. Of the time before. Before. She didn’t like thinking of ... well. She didn’t like thinking. Focus on the moment. Focusing on the moment kept her steady.

“No.” She turned to look at him, her lethorns itching softly under her unintentional tugging of the tips --- a bad habit she’s taken on. Whatever. “What will we find there?”

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He sighs and swats the hands away from his face, clamping down on her legs so that she couldn’t get off–for her benefit, of course.

“Even though were are on Mandalore, not everything is fair game. Make one wrong assumption and you start a small conflict that turns into a war. Keep that in mind.” He dips his body down when they pass another beam, giving Demala even just a little more space to maneuver. 

“I do have a small training ground set up some distance away should you wish to try it out.”

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“I’ve been to Sundari, Ori’ori. I think I know a lil bit ‘bout conflict.” 

She blows a raspberry as they pass another beam, her duck just as elegant as ever --- made easier by his slight bend and his hold on her legs. Her hands still find his hair and pats at his cheeks, even despite the swat that scared off her irritating touches in the first place.

But she’s not particularly scared of him, even though she should be. Nope. Just pestering him as they walk and pass through the entryway to the outside. The air is brisk, but not cold, and she has a sweater on anyway.

“I do. That’s why I said it, suvari?”

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Corr marked on the inventory report what munitions were left after the battle. It was a boring job, but somebody had to do it. Even if that somebody missed rations being dispersed, and had to hope there’d be something left. Ah, well. If he didn’t do it, there wouldn’t be ammo for the next fight. Couldn’t let that happen.

A rumble in his stomach beckoned for him to abandon the job even for five minutes, but if he stopped, then it wouldn’t get done. Sighing, Corr strengthened his resolve and moved on to the next set of supplies to count.

He hardly made it five steps before plowing straight into someone. That’s what he got for reading his datapad instead of paying attention.

“Oh–sorry–ma'am!” Corr snapped a salute. This one was new. He hadn’t seen a Chagrian around before. “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.”

She breathed rough through her nose, startled that she had walked into anyone at all -- that hadn’t happened in a long time. Losing her touch, maybe, or just tired after that last skirmish. That, and not used to sleeping on ships.

But if she meant to make the late night walks a habit, she would have to be more careful. Less bumping into people, more taking incredibly roundabout routes --- or working on her senses a little more so she wouldn’t miss someone minding their own business.

“At ease,” she spoke immediately, quick enough that he’d barely held his fingers to his brow for the beat of a second. 

She would never find comfort in the ranks assigned to her, and this only grated on her further. But that wasn’t his fault, and so she immediately swallowed her insecurities and instead immersed herself in her own embarrassment. 

“It’s my fault --- I wasn’t looking where I was going.” She scrunched her nose, then, and couldn’t help where her mind took her. “Testing the senses. I guess my lethorns need a bit of work.”

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Their eyes locked in eternal struggle, and Corr watched for the quick movement of her hand up to his face–

Instead, the boop came out of nowhere, a knife in the dark. He jumped, startled.

Dramatically, a hand came up to his chest and settled. “I think I almost died, to be honest.”

“You’re not allowed to die on my watch.” She nodded with sullen seriousness. “But almost is acceptable.”

A slow smile, then, which didn’t quite hide the soft purple that dusted her cheekbones --- eternally pleased with her victory in this moment.

“I think I win.”

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He doesn’t even bother to look up, knowing practically from the way the form sat on his shoulders, the weight of the person, and then the voice. He just tightens his pose up so that the sudden addition doesn’t send them both tumbling down.

“Demala.”

Her hands gently pat either cheek, her legs gently curling around and under his arms to hook the top of her boots by his lats. She ducks elegantly as they pass under a beam overhead, her balance easily synced with his within a breath.

“ I want to shoot something. ”

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Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yah—

Demala dances to a song only she can hear in the small break of tempered ancient buildings and new constructs under the dim light of morning. A complicated series of movements, all footwork and precise steps with the cut of elegant hands and sharp elbows. Allowed out on one of the few warm days of an otherwise bitterly cold season. 

Just exercise. That's what it was. Exorcise the song stuck in her head. Wasn't working, though. 

She sped up, paused, spun on her heel—a neat little breath of air gasping out beneath her arms and lethorns. Her armor—today it sparkled, a little bit of pink, a little bit of blue, all of it silver—caught the low light of the otherwise empty street perfectly. 

What was she supposed to do again? Get groceries. Buir’s gonna worry. 

Demala froze. Head turned, to stare directly at the audience of hers. 

“ You have a question. ”

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