[Day 4 - LE through EN] Aurum Dawn Art Gala RP Thread

[Shelzais Sek]

"Why, I haven't introduced myself, have I?" Shel chuckled, a purring sort of laugh. "Sek. Shelzais Sek. And this is Lady Dayana Valthren," she added (assuming Dayana came along for the chat).

"Bred and born here on Ziost, though I'd not returned in some time until recently. Art is so difficult to explain in mere words, but I can say this piece is partly inspired by that return, this place. Ziost is a very... different planet from the peripheral worlds."

It might not be a terrific piece of art, but it certainly had been cathartic to render the cities of the Empire's heart-world crowned by a giant, domineering throne-slash-toilet. She'd enjoyed making it, possibly too much.

"Why yes, my delicious plum, I am finding it hard to describe your form in mere words, you must then be a sublime work of art," he replied.

"A masterwork."

Shelzais smirked, shifting her weight deliberately in her sharp heeled sandals to show off another angle. "As I said, my lord, it is such a pleasure to meet a true connoisseur."

And to converse with somebody who seemed to have as much fun spinning out a line of mutually amusing bantha droppings as she did. What on earth was this old goat... G.O.A.T? ... goat? doing on the Dark Council? It must be an agonizing occupation for anybody with a proper sense of fun, and yet he'd reportedly been a member forever. It was all very confusing as far as Shel was concerned.

"What luck I decided to come tonight after all... I almost didn't, but some of these pieces are actually quite fun, and the conversation is better," she galloped on with a winning, sharp-toothed smile.

[Lord Bellious]

Lord Bellious paid some attention to the other interactions, but mostly carried the raw miasma of her hate from one artwork to another seeking internal key to make it into something greater. She had inflicted a terrible loss upon herself earlier today and she was desperate for a way to turn it around in her quest for Strength.

[Dapper Dog]

“if you had not come I would have been so thoroughly unamused… oh I am sure some pretty thing would find a way to make me smile but I would have been denied this eye caressing pox and my life would have been a hollow existence. You must create more for me,” he said with glee.

“I will have to introduce you to my dear nephew, where is that boy? No matter… now I am going to lean in and whisper something in your ears, and every eye will want to know what it is my dear… but it will be a secret and it will be a game.”

He grinned and whispered sweet swords.

[Char Fin'le]

Lord Bellious paid some attention to the other interactions, but mostly carried the raw miasma of her hate from one artwork to another seeking internal key to make it into something greater. She had inflicted a terrible loss upon herself earlier today and she was desperate for a way to turn it around in her quest for Strength.

Char feels dreadfully bored for quite a while, but snaps out of it as he notices some familiar faces from the Holonet.

So these are the people shaking things up/[i]

Of course, [i]shaking it up was a relative term. But, as he looked over that the ruby Twi'lek, he smiled. She was really going to upset the apple cart, which was exactly his speed.

"Lord Bellious I presume." Char offers a slight bow, a grin on his face. "Smashing work I saw out there. More interesting than most. Mine, well, I was sure that I could talk my way into appreciation but it looks as if I flubbed that at one.

[Darth Tayana]

''VIOLENCE BREEDS BETTER WARRIORS, THE RED GOD ENJOYS THE BLOOD OF OUR ENEMIES.'' A disagreement? ''ONE MAY SEEK TO CHALLENGE ONSESELF IN OTHER THINGS...BUT VIOLENCE NEVER GOES AWAY. ONLY APPEASED."

“My husband would appreciate that kind of talk, he s ever trying to recapture his glory days…” she mused.

“I was never a fan of direct violence, I am not opposed to it, by any means. It serves a purpose ad is the greatest authority from which all other authorities are derived. The mask of civilized peoples is so thin… which is you my dear Mahr have been a joy tonight.”

Tayana tapped his shoulder to be let down and said, “I think I have seen all I need to for this evening. I need to speak with a few droll magnates but I have had a thoroughly wonderful night.”

[Lord Bellious]

"A treat for the hedonists, a power game for the insightful." She commented, her lekku swinging opposite to how her head turn in much the way hair would in a hairy being, just slower and with more slithering. "You presume right. But who is the one presuming?"

[Mahr]

“My husband would appreciate that kind of talk, he s ever trying to recapture his glory days…” she mused.

“I was never a fan of direct violence, I am not opposed to it, by any means. It serves a purpose ad is the greatest authority from which all other authorities are derived. The mask of civilized peoples is so thin… which is you my dear Mahr have been a joy tonight.”

Tayana tapped his shoulder to be let down and said, “I think I have seen all I need to for this evening. I need to speak with a few droll magnates but I have had a thoroughly wonderful night.”

''MHAR DOES NOT KNOW WHAT A MAGNATE IS BUT ASSUMES IT BORING.'' He gently let her down as he said so

''MAHR ENJOYED TALKING TO YOU TOO''

[Char Fin'le]

"Oh, I'm just a friendly neighborhood gadfly, looking for ways to stir up trouble." Char fans himself, looking almost abash. "And, if I can say so politely, you seem like you can stir up the right kind of trouble, and plenty of it. So, my compliments."

Char grabs a drink on a nearby waiter's tray and downs it, grinning at the purloined drink.

[Lord Tenebrous]

"Yes obviously in a place like this you're delusional if you don't think someone is working against you sometimes. You just cant do it so much that you alienate your allies or make then wonder about your stability." Jaheem had witnessed his master's slow crawl towards insanity and instability he may have nudged it along towards the end but he only hastened what would happen eventually.

"Mm," she nodded in agreement. "Well... this has been a nice distraction from all the recent events. Tomorrow will be a day to catch up on things - our conversation, for one, and well... work. This Eagle-thing is getting out of hand, it seems."

[Shelzais Sek]

“if you had not come I would have been so thoroughly unamused… oh I am sure some pretty thing would find a way to make me smile but I would have been denied this eye caressing pox and my life would have been a hollow existence. You must create more for me,” he said with glee.

“I will have to introduce you to my dear nephew, where is that boy? No matter… now I am going to lean in and whisper something in your ears, and every eye will want to know what it is my dear… but it will be a secret and it will be a game.”

He grinned and whispered sweet swords.

At whatever the old Darth whispered, Shelzais made her eyes widen in oh-so-ingenuous surprise. "Oh... my. How thrilling." She giggled. "I only wish I were in possession of such juicy secrets more often."

[Lord Bellious]

"Oh, I'm just a friendly neighborhood gadfly, looking for ways to stir up trouble." Char fans himself, looking almost abash. "And, if I can say so politely, you seem like you can stir up the right kind of trouble, and plenty of it. So, my compliments."

Char grabs a drink on a nearby waiter's tray and downs it, grinning at the purloined drink.

She raised her tattooed-on brow. "Define the right kind, Mr Gadfly."

[Char Fin'le]

"Oh, I'm just a friendly neighborhood gadfly, looking for ways to stir up trouble." Char fans himself, looking almost abash. "And, if I can say so politely, you seem like you can stir up the right kind of trouble, and plenty of it. So, my compliments."

Char grabs a drink on a nearby waiter's tray and downs it, grinning at the purloined drink.

She raised her tattooed-on brow. "Define the right kind, Mr Gadfly."

Char pulls out a datapad and breezily shows off a piece of artwork. It's an amateur work, but some talent. All the assembled Dark Council members in their propaganda holes, but all in an ouroboros of chasing after the back of the next, eager to betray.

"They all look so...identical." Char shakes his head. "What's the saying: "If you dont like the game, flip over the board? Well you Lord Bellious seem the most likely to do just that."

[Lord Bellious]

Bellious chuckled at the imagery. "As with many, you have relevant diagnosis but only crude recipes." She paused. "To make a planet burn in its star you don't have to nuke it straight toward it. All that it takes is to tilt it gently into a terminal orbit."

[Char Fin'le]

Char chuckles and raises his drink in a salute.

"Well, that's why you piqued my interest. I am used to seeing the same old, same old. You, it seems, have newer ideas. Better ideas. You aren't a cutout of what a Sith is supposed to be, and you've seen enough outside of the Empire to figure out what to graft on and what to cut away."

The man offers a shrug. "But hey, that is only one gadfly's opinion, but I have a feeling there are plenty who feel the same."

[Lord Bellious]

"Telling a Sith Lord that she's not good enough of a Sith usually ends with death, Mr Gadfly." Her moves did not foretell violence, and if she had lightsabre on her, it was hard to notice it, so in the end it was hard to tell how far he could push his luck with bold statements.

"Think it through and come up with a suitable apology. We will talk more then. I can usually be found at a retreat called Belle Epoque." She turned agilely, just by changing her body weight, then began to walk away.

[Char Fin'le]

Char realizes he has caused offense a moment too late and tries to catch up.

"I think you mistake my meaning. When I say "cutout" I mean "flat". Exactly like all that come before it, no better, and no worse." Char smiles an dastardly smile. "Trust me that I consider someone who does not quite fit the mold to be a far better choice. Otherwise, I would be bothering them instead instead of someone I would far more like to see."

Char darts back. "But I do hope that the invitation still stands. I've heard quite a bit of your parties and hunts."

[Lord Bellious]

"We'll talk again, Mr Gadfly." She didn't stop her walk until she left the premises.

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