#naboo:start

[flightpathy-blog]

    ‹ ◯ › ––––   Mara didn’t really do dresses; she do parties either. That was for the rich and flamboyant. However, she wasn’t really sure she could classify this as a party anyway. Sure they were dressed up, drinking-- but there was an unaddressed and undeniable tension in the air. Some were mingling, sure-- but a lot of them were staring. Awkwardly. At their friends, at their enemies (( The difficulty was figuring out who was who. Without their colours flying, you could really be talking to anyone. )) 

   With a heafty sigh, she lifted her ankle up to adjust the straps on the heels she was wearing. In complete honesty this was the first time she could ever remember wearing them. She wasn’t sure why people did why they were even ‘a thing’. Pulling the minuscule strap tightly, her fingers slipped-- which wouldn’t have been so bad if she hadn’t elbowed the person next to her directly in the stomach. 

   With a subtle curse beneath her breath, she tried to formulate some sort of educated response; an apology. 

    “Hey-- I am SO sorry about that. It kind of comes with the territory right? I’m pretty new at this; all of this. Diplomacy. Socializing. Dressing up.” 

   The smile she offered was about as awkward as her words, brows raised in hopefulness. The last thing she wanted was for the situation to escalate, and she absolutely knew some people would let it. 

[daimonren]

            –––– ✘ daimon wasn’t used to being the presence of so many first-order footmen without his mask and even behind the identity her wore, he still felt bare and exposed. he was a KNIGHT OF REN. he was a warrior, a leader, a god. yet he stood at the princess’s heel like a trained pet while the rest paraded themselves around with their heads held high. how he hated them. how he had missed them too. he reminded himself not to stand to close, not to be drawn to their sides though their proximity was all he’d ever known. it would be painfully obvious if he stood amongst them, what he truly was. that the blue saber he wielded was little more than a relic from his former self. he glanced around the room uncomfortably. as a ren, he was imposing and powerful. people knew how to approach him, or better yet, knew not to. this faux daimon was a mask that itched and chaffed at his skin. he wasn’t made to serve.

he took a long swig of his drink before noting that padme had wandered off somewhere. the queen wouldn’t be happy if she was left unattended in a political climate such as this. and of course daimon had to care what she wanted, as everyone seemed intent to remind him. irritably, he began to move through the crowd, his lip wanting to curl into a snarl as people remained in his way. as someone stepped on his heel, he turned with a scowl only to force his features to soften. “ sorry, ” his stomach turned at the demure voice that sounded from his mouth. “ my mother always told me i had a habit of getting underfoot. ” another lie, smooth as running water. you’d almost believe he’d had a mother once.

[spaceypilot]

there was nothing kaia loved more than a celebration, especially one that enabled the ambassador to update her rolodex. she was using the ball to her advantage and connecting with every politician and guard that she could get her hands on. it didn’t matter if they supported the first order or the resistence, she just wanted to make them smile and convince them to trust her as an indivual. so, kaia turned to the person beside her and gave an inviting smile, “would you care to dance?”

[knghtly-blog]

      ❝                       THEY’RE ALL HERE.      ❞      a sharp murmur,   with only the faintest of creases on her brow to indicate annoyance.      she kept her eyes locked onto some guests as they’d entered the ballroom      ;      &      the resistance had been sighted therein.      so far,   she’s not impressed by what she’s found.      ❝      every single one of them.      ❞

[sokaxzara]

         –––––––– ✯⋆ she wasn’t sure she could do this. the vault of her mind that contained the memories of who’d she once had been hadn’t just been opened. it had been shattered and invaded as her fantasies that one day she would see him again, that she could look him in the eye as she drove her saber through his chest came flooding out to the surface, invading every thought she possessed. soka knew that a jedi wasn’t supposed to think like that. it was wrong and perverse to obsess so much over the pound–– to put it lightly, of flesh kylo owed her. she’d been tucked away and hidden for so long that there had been times that the humming pain and rage of her mind had almost quietened. but since the first order had landed, the humming need for vengeance had become a screech so deafening that she frightened herself. she wasn’t supposed to HATE. it wasn’t right.

now that her identity was certain to be discovered, she had grown tired of hiding. perhaps her presence being known would elicit some behavior from any of the knights of ren, a behavior she could use to excuse unmistakable violence. if only they would make the first swing. but the moment she’d seen them, she could scarcely contain herself. she wasn’t supposed to be the one struggling not to murder in a room full of people. the darkness they drew from her only caused her hatred to grow. every second she spent barely holding herself back, was another slight on luke. she jerked herself back, noting how harsh her stare on the back of ren’s head had been as she forced quick and deliberate strides to the empty balcony, hoping cool air might calm the rage inside her. she didn’t stop until she could go no further without vaulting over the edge and took uneven breaths to soothe her agitated mind. the door behind her opened, causing soka to jump slightly before composing herself with an eye roll. she didn’t want to turn, didn’t want to acknowledge a presence behind her at all but after a brief passing moment, she glanced back over her shoulder and met their eye.

[evvos-blog1]

it had been years since emelynd last stepped foot on naboo, still reeling from her juvenial arrest. she expected the planet to differ from memory, but there were very few descrepencies. it made her cringe, unsatsified with the pretentious population and lack of vigor. she preferred more hostile environments, where you could drink with a man one moment and then shoot him the next. it kept her on her toes, ready to challenge herself with whatever destiny forced.

but she could already tell that tonight would be a dissapointment. stepping into the ballroom, the blonde looked for any signs of alchol, fully prepared to drink herself into hysteria. it would give her something to talk about the next morning. paying careful attention to her surroundings, emelynd cornered a cocktail server and used one of her ‘ jedi mind tricks ‘ to snag a whole bottle of bahkahta.

she stepped away from the server, feigning innocence when she passed by a group of strangers. “can you believe he gave me the whole bottle? he must have really liked my dress.”