Casual The Slaughterhouse Social

[Reiis Invadator]

Not terribly much from Lord Vexx can surprise The General at this point in their friendship, but she is genuinely surprised when he kneels before her. She had a feeling he was there to return the Medallion of Lord Kaan, and indeed this is what he presents in his outstretched hand. For a brief moment, she's at a loss as to how to react. He hadn't known this, but Reiis had never planned to ask for the Medallion back, realizing as soon as it was in his possession that she really wasn't using it. Especially not now...

But she takes it, because he's handing it to her, and gently grips his forearm in a gesture for him to rise. She waits for him to stand, and refuses to say anything while he's kneeling before her. For all her upbringing in strongly hierarchical societies, she had never quite become accustomed to this type of respectful display. Certainly, she knew Lord Vexx was grateful, but they were of the same rank now. And more importantly, they were comrades in arms, and he was her most trusted friend.

"Councillor or otherwise...you didn't fall short of honoring anything, my friend. You performed admirably, especially for a first time. You acted with grace and patience...with courage and fortitude. I never thought you'd do any less." She smiled, then her eyes dropped to the Medallion and she reached for his hand again, gently taking it in her own. Turning his palm up, she presses the hand holding the Medallion into it. "If I need it....I'll ask. But, I'm happy with it being a bit more permanently in the hands of someone who will use it far more than I do."

OOC: Holds it back well??! You don't hold it back well! You're positively grouchy!

Also, I barely use it. If I have cause to, I'll let you know. Besides, it'll give A4-D less work to do.

TAG: @Grievance Vexx

 

[Grievance Vexx]

Vexx never lifts his gaze until he feels the General’s hand on his arm, bidding him to rise with a gentle pull. He obeys, lurching to his feet and almost comically towering over her much smaller frame. His eyes betray shock and surprise at what she says next.

If he could smile, he surely would have. Though others have told him he had fought well, hearing this level of praise from his best friend—the one who had seen him at his best and at his worst; who had witnessed his struggle with the cultural conflict the Sith presented; helped him figure out how to find his way and mind his manners—well, to say it means the world to him is an understatement. But before he can even formulate an intelligent response, he is shocked one more time as she presses the medallion back into his hand.

“I...I am at a loss for words, General,” he stammers, “Thank you seems so...weak. Hollow. It is not enough to express my gratitude. I will take exquisite care of this medallion and when you have need of it, you only need say the word and I will get it to you, come hell or high water.”

OOC- Okay, maybe sometimes the grouchy slips through.

Seriously, thank you. This was not expected. Now I just have to talk A4-D into putting it back inside my head for safe keeping.

Tag: @Reiis Invadator

 

[Reiis Invadator]

Lord Vexx, kneeling, was about eye level with The General, and now her eye-level visual is his gut. She looks up to meet his gaze again, squeezing gently on his hand before letting it and the Medallion go.

"I know," she said simply. "I know you mean it. Right now, it's a great tool going to waste embedded in my arm...you have a much more active role in the Empire than I do, and I think you deserve to use it as you need it." She paused and grinned. "Besides, I mainly use it to terrify the newer members when I grab their lightsabers and remain unscathed." He would know from her tone that she derived way too much fun from picking on the newbies in this way. Just the memory of their confused and horrified faces was enough to set her laughing internally.

"If you keep it in your head, you should try that one day. And invite me. I want to see that."


OOC: Slips through like a bantha in a china shop.

I wonder if Fold Space would technically work for that!

TAG: @Grievance Vexx

 

[Grievance Vexx]

Vexx quirks a brow behind his mask, though he isn’t exactly surprised that the General would pull such a prank on rookie Sith. Not in the least. Beneath all her responsibilities and duties to the Empire, she is still the same Reiis Invadator he has come to cherish as his closest friend and ally.

“Hmm...I was positioned for a beheading once,” he replies, seriously thinking about how entertaining this could be, “It would have been handy to have when that Hutt was screaming for my head to be brought to him on a plate.”

He chuckles at the memory of pretending submission to his death sentence, only to turn the tide unexpectedly and shock the entire cartel with his own brand of underhanded brutality. His final days as an apprentice had been quite exhilarating, to be sure.

OOC- ROTFL! I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Tag: @Reiis Invadator

 

[Reiis Invadator]

Alarm passes in The General's gaze like a flicker of light, but then she remembers: his trial. "Oh!" she says, chuckling a bit and sounding quite relieved. "I'd forgotten for a moment...I thought this was more recent and twice-murdered Hutt was about to be the newest item on the menu." She chuckled a bit more at the thought, but a short jag of light coughing ended that really quickly. Twice-murdered, as she was sure Vexx would have gotten to him before she could, Fold Space or not.

OOC: I need to read your Trial again. That was amazing.

And, once again, that is not your halo.

TAG: @Grievance Vexx

 

[Grievance Vexx]

Vexx openly laughs in response—something he doesn’t do often, mostly because of all the coughing it causes. Indeed the General knows him well enough to not put it past him to land himself in some sort of life-threatening danger. Likewise, he wouldn’t put it past her either.

“Ha! No,” he coughs, forcing himself to be more sober for the sake of his respirator, “My head and neck has not been a target since the first time. My heart, on the other hand, is a whole different matter.”

For a moment, he wishes the newly inaugurated Dark Lord Kain was present as his statement is a pointed joke, birthed from the two of them having a fair go at each other during the Kaggath.

OOC- I’ve been meaning to go back over it myself. Thank you.

Aww, fine. Shades it is then.

Tag: @Reiis Invadator

 

[Grievance Vexx]

“A party is in order here, Cruorites!” Vexx yells, pounding his fist on the bar, “We have a warrior celebrating another year survived in life! Where is Sharkish’ki?”

He quickly stuffs a handful of Obi-Wan Kenobi action figures into the blender and runs it through a few cycles. “The confetti is ready! Now we just need drinks and frosting.”

Tag: @Sharkish’Ki and All Cruorites

 

[Reiis Invadator]

The General starts as Vexx strides in, announcing quite loudly that there's going to be a party. Before she can even ask what for, he answers: for Sharkish'Ki!

"That is not confetti," she declares, dragging out a large container of actual confetti from within the cabinets, setting it on the bar next to Vexx. "We're drug barons. We have money." She blinks suddenly before turning to him. "You do know about the lumni spice, yes? I'm sure I told you..."

Not waiting for a response, The General begins to hang banners and miscellaneous decorations to celebrate the Life Day.

 

[Sharkish’Ki]

Just another day, was his usual response to these “Life days”; every day given, and every day taken is a life day. And yet today felt... different.
Recent turmoil had opened his eyes to new possibilities, and despite his recent training, these possibilities were indeed still tumultuous.

He’d been wandering and investigating the time-old barracks recently, attempting to center himself after his last trial. His right arm had practically healed itself, and his left was cleaner. Now a trim and scarred stump remained, although the hand that wasn’t there itched. He could block out the sensation some times, but the times he couldn’t, he only hoped that the incessant itch scratched the insides of its new S’Kytri master.

It seemed pure Force-willed, or chance, that he’d wandered into the Slaughterhouse. He paused briefly taking in the sight of his Lord and Lady setting up the heartwarming gesture, before leaning on the stone doorway as he silently observed, his arrival masked by the sound of mutilating Obi-wans. A smile crept upon his face, equally as warm, as a new family sought to embrace a brother. How very un-sithly. ‘It’ll be my little, softie secret’ he thought.

Sharkish’Ki watched a little longer as the slight General perched on tiptoes, straining to put up the banner. And he wasn’t sure, but Lord Vexx looked equally pleased at the grinding figurines, and annoyed at the noise required to achieve said mutilation.

In the most subtle way possible, he coughed. The pair of them shot a glare at him; The General perhaps embarrassed that she wasn’t casually waving her hands about to place the decorations; and Lord Vexx scowled, as if Sharkish’Ki’s cough had somehow mocked his signature conversation filler.

“My Lady, my Lord, you shouldn’t have gone to such trouble!” He said, straightening his expression and bowing his head, trying to hide his chuckle.

 

[Grievance Vexx]

“Do not judge my confetti,” Vexx scowls, “My confetti is homemade and comes from my cold and unfeeling heart.” His scowl dissolves into a brow quirk behind his mask as the General informs him of Cruor’s monetary stability. “Wait. What? No. You never told me about that—“

He does indeed look up to scowl at the cough that had intruded upon what had been the start of his rude questioning of the General, but the perpetual look of ill-temperament softens just a little as he recognizes the offender as the one for whom he has initiated this celebration.

“Welcome, Sharkish’ki!” His voice implies that a smile might be intended. Maybe. Not likely, but maybe. He turns off the blender and looks inside it to check the consistency of his homemade confetti. “Pull up a chair. The General and I were just discussing how much it would cost to order pizza from a Hutt. I am not a fan. I can out-pizza any Hutt, but someone questions my culinary taste and confetti-making talent.”

@Sharkish’Ki @Reiis Invadator

 

[Sharkish’Ki]

Sharkish’Ki takes a few slow steps into the room, casting his eye around the fully shocked bar, backed with polished onyx and red and orange under-lighting, as he head toward the unnervingly tall Kaleesh leering over his blender.

Sharkish’Ki reaches out with his intact hand and shakily uses the Force to rattle a chair a little way away from him, before settling into the cool leather seat, and swivelling himself to face his Lord. Clumsily, he sought to rest his missing arm on the bar, and instead slipped his stump off the edge, before swiftly grappling the bar with his free hand and regaining his composure as if nothing awkward had happened to him... ever.

“I really should get this fixed,” he chuckled. “What’s good to drink here?” He eyed up the various vials and bottles of illuminated amber, orange, and purple liquids, pondering what they could all be. He was never much of a drinker, but his current circumstances seemed to warrant the investigation.
“My Lord, General, do you know what’s in all of those? Or do we just pot-luck it? And I imagine you’re quite the pizza chef, my Lord! I’ve seen those ‘sabre-spinning wrist joints... perfect for pizza dough!”

@Grievance Vexx @Reiis Invadator

 

[Grievance Vexx]

A fleeting look of sympathy passes across the cyborg’s eyes as he watches Sharkish’ki and his struggles to adapt to Darth Skyllan’s impact on his life. It is quickly dissolved in another scowl though, not for any reason other than Vexx is just very good at scowling.

“Are you planning to go the cybernetic route?” he asks, shaking the contents of the blender, “If so, my droid could assist you with therapy. He hasn’t the best bedside manner, but it is to his credit that I have the talent to spin lightsabers and pizza dough.”

He squints across the bar to the bottles lining the shelves, looking for drinks he knows to be reputable from his own experience. There are a few containers up there that strike his memory, though he cannot say he knows what any of them taste like. He only knows the impact unless it is something he had indulged years ago before he was a cyborg.

“Warrior’s Wound is good,” he muses, “It is a Kaleesh import known for its dry, bitter bite. There is also Karabbac’s Blood, also a Kaleesh imported wine, though it has a sweeter flavor to it. Then there is the Soulless Bombshot, which is a can of Grievous Stout with a generous shot of Korriban Cream. The ad for Grievous Stout is quite epic.”



Tag: @Sharkish’Ki

 

[Darth Saarai]

The Acolyte entered the halls of hallowed warriors. Like great columns stood wraith lscwith Vibroblades and Sabers, upon their faces helms in the shape of skulls. Saarai carried himself with an air of confidence into the lair of Cruor, having been accepter by the blademasters.

Inside he saw a table of obsidian with blades strewn in a pattern that seperated the spaces between the onyx rock thrones.

Saarai saw the Clansmen and Clanswomen. Stepling into crisp white light that seemed to bath him from a skylight, Saarai knelt on one knee to pay fealty to Clan Cruor.

 

[Sharkish’Ki]

A fleeting look of sympathy passes across the cyborg’s eyes as he watches Sharkish’ki and his struggles to adapt to Darth Skyllan’s impact on his life. It is quickly dissolved in another scowl though, not for any reason other than Vexx is just very good at scowling.

“Are you planning to go the cybernetic route?” he asks, shaking the contents of the blender, “If so, my droid could assist you with therapy. He hasn’t the best bedside manner, but it is to his credit that I have the talent to spin lightsabers and pizza dough.”

He squints across the bar to the bottles lining the shelves, looking for drinks he knows to be reputable from his own experience. There are a few containers up there that strike his memory, though he cannot say he knows what any of them taste like. He only knows the impact unless it is something he had indulged years ago before he was a cyborg.

“Warrior’s Wound is good,” he muses, “It is a Kaleesh import known for its dry, bitter bite. There is also Karabbac’s Blood, also a Kaleesh imported wine, though it has a sweeter flavor to it. Then there is the Soulless Bombshot, which is a can of Grievous Stout with a generous shot of Korriban Cream. The ad for Grievous Stout is quite epic.”

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Tag: @Sharkish’Ki

“That looks like my kind of brew!” he exclaimed, salivating at the thought of the cold, heavy liquid. Sharkish’Ki raised his clawed hand and spread his digits slightly, focussing on the gauntlet as it slid mysteriously upwards. The Force was becoming more of a natural tool for him, as the hand itself.

He took hold of the gauntlet with his now freed hand, and placed it on the counter. He looked over at the Kaleesh and smirked “You know, obviously I have, but mostly because Darth Skyllan said to me ‘If you regrow it, through Battlelord connections or other, I’ll just pop back for dessert!’” He laughed, slapping his hand on his thigh. “I’m a Dark Lord’s buffet! I should take it seriously, but I really can’t” as he continued to laugh, wiping a little, tragic tear from the corner of his eye. “so, unless Lord Skyllan plans on picking his teeth with my next hand, cybernetics will probably be a good idea. Did you have any ideas in mind? Though I’m kinda hoping Lord Cruor may have a plan...” he shrugged. And took a long sip of the pitch, white headed beverage.
@Grievance Vexx

 

[Grievance Vexx]

“I would suggest having a grenade tightly in your grasp next time you encounter Darth Skyllan,” Vexx replies, an unusual hint of malevolence in his tone. He has learned well that Sith prefer to play hardball. One might as well oblige, yes?

“Regarding cybernetics, I only trust my medical droid,” he continues, “EV-A4-D is the rudest, most tactless medically certified bucket of bolts I have ever met and he sometimes finds amusement in causing discomfort, but I have gotten used to it over the years. If you can get an arm designed to fit your needs, he is perfectly capable of helping you learn to use it. I suppose it all depends on what Dark Lord Cruor desires for you though. In any case, I am always willing to volunteer my reluctant droid’s services to one of our own.”

Tag: @Sharkish’Ki

 

[Reiis Invadator]

And after all that time, the life day banner still wasn't straight.

The General back away to observe her work because she couldn't rightly admire it, just to turn around and notice that everyone had already left. She cursed under her breath, then ambled towards the Big comfy Cruor Couch and plopped down to wait for someone to enter. The banner could remain there for a little while. She'd taken far too long to put it up to take it right back down.

 

[Sharkish’Ki]

“I appreciate the offer, Lord Vexx. That be said, I’ve had enough of things enjoying pain at my expense, for a while,” he chuckled. “Does it have an anaesthetic protocol?”

Sharkish’Ki noted the General’s attention on her banner’s skew, and smiled. “General, please, the gesture is what counts” he said as he raised his glass to her with a smile, before taking another long swig of his drink as Lady Invadator slinked into the plush cushions. “That is a comfy looking couch. Though you’re missing a comfy drink! And maybe some comfy food?” Sharkish’Ki looked around, wondering where the house chef had got to...
@Reiis Invadator

 

[Reiis Invadator]

"I'm also missing most of limbs. I imagine those would make me quite a bit more comfortable if I had them back," she's purposefully sounding detached, but that's just for the sake of the dry humor, and there's a smile behind her voice that's unmistakable. She couldn't not joke for very long. "Sharkish'Ki, you've given me a great idea though....cheesesticks! Also, to answer your earlier question, it's very potlucky....careful you don't drink too much before you know its effects." Another grin, but by this time a plate of cheesesticks have miraculously appeared before her.

 

[Grievance Vexx]

Vexx growls at the mention of an anesthetic protocol, which one might find odd as the growl is clearly one of aggravation.

“He does,” he replies, still sounding irate, “Mouth off to him enough and he abuses that too. Says he prefers to work in silence. Incidentally, I have developed quite a resistance to his sedatives, which annoys the hell out of him.”

His gaze shifts to the General, knowing she is also familiar with the decidedly unprofessional quirks of his droid doctor and his tendency to cheat with anesthetics when faced with losing an argument.

“Those are better with ranch,” he remarks, pointing a claw at the conveniently-appearing cheese stick platter, “Or at least marinara.”

He becomes distracted by a blip on his comlink and scowls at the display, though it is undetermined whether his scowl is due to more annoyance or just the struggle of a middle-aged cyborg fighting to deny the need for reading glasses.

“Interesting,” he mutters, “It seems we have yet another Life Day to celebrate in House Cruor. Good thing the banner is still up and my confetti has not yet expired. Bartender! Your presence is requested front and center!”

Of course, he is not requesting (read “demanding”) Karros’s presence to tend bar. Rather, word has made it around to him that it is the Life Day of their very own dedicated communications officer.

@Sharkish’Ki @Reiis Invadator @Karros Zaruiel

 

[Karros Zaruiel]

Karros entered the Cruor Slaughterhouse, holding his cybernetic left forearm up near his shoulder while continually opening and closing his cybernetic fingers testily. He had completed two of the three stages of his rehabilitation, so he felt confident in handling most small, everyday household objects. But he was still not up to par. He had not yet regain the same level of proficiency he had with his natural limb. And he would not be satisfied until that proficiency had been unquestionably regained.

However Lord Vexx, the Steel Asura of Cruor, had called him to the Slaughterhouse. The summons of a Lord, and the calls of a friend no less, certainly took precedence over a few hours in his rehab regimen.

"Greetings Lord Vexx, General. How may I be of service?"