Satja Askarin
Vherokior Combat Logistics
Minmatar Republic
6
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Posted - 2013.10.02 14:20:00 -
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Denak Kalamari wrote:After a few minutes of traveling within the hallways, Denak leads Kador and Satja through the door into his emissary. The place hasn't been used for a while, shown by the very light coating of dust around the furniture. It was quickly dusted off though once the air conditioning got into work.
"Well, welcome to my emissary. It's been in disuse for a few, reasons." He explains, gazing on the floor a few moments before walking over to the desk, seating himself on it. The dropsuit helmet was still on it with its damage. "You intending to be here for a while?" He asks, looking up at the two with a curious look.
"I think we might" Satja replies "Though only if Kador allows it ...."
She glances back at the Templar. He is standing by the door, shaking his head. He raises a hand and begins to massage his temples, in a frustrated manner. He barely takes note of the conversation and seems to focusing more on the door as if trying to assess how thick it was.
"I suppose we might stay a night if you have room for us..." She glances around noting the plain features of the room, the black leather couch, and the Intaki paintings hung on the walls.
"This place is more spacious than the cell we have back at the Council Chambers, and by far more luxurious.....though we mean no intrusion"
At this point she was beginning to feel better, the chaos of the club seemed so far behind her, and colour was returning to her cheeks, and strength returning to her voice.
She glanced down in an off hand manner, noting the bloodstains that covered the from of the vibrant vermillion fabric. The dark blotches had ruined the garment permanently she was sure.
Her reflection in the mirror caught her eye she was a miserable sight, a bedraggled thing. Her hair stuck out awkwardly from the exertion of the quick retreat, whatever minimal amount of makeup she had been wearing looked worn and sulky, while the dress barely hung on to her shoulders of her thin, almost stringy form.
Damn and it was my first visit to a club as well, she thought bitter, And I ruined the dress....
She blushed slighty as she noticed Denak's curious gaze, though more directed at Kador, she was aware that her appearance was not befitting of her rank.
"Denak" she asked quickly, stumbling over the words. "I-is there another room... where I can fix myself up...?" |
Satja Askarin
Vherokior Combat Logistics
Minmatar Republic
6
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Posted - 2013.10.07 08:10:00 -
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It was a quiet morning in the Emmisary when Satja awoke. Peaceful, almost calm, as if she was in the wake of some sort of storm, which she considered with a equally satisfying sense of closure, it was.
She shifted, still tired, still a little drained after the events of the previous night, the blanket falling away revealing the dark splotchy stains of the blood on the silky vermillion fabric, a mop of hair that was an utter mess, and the thick ropy scars and burn marks on her shoulder that ran down along her back.
She stifled a yawn.
She glanced about the room, first puzzled, then concerned, wondering where Kador was. She could hear his steady breathing nearby, and leaned over the edge of dark leather couch.
He was awkwardly leaning against the side of one of the arm rests, the gangly position looked neither comfortably nor restful, but the look of release on his face said more than words could. For the first time is a long time, the young Templar looked at ease. The signature three furrows that she swore were carved into his forehead were gone.
Without thinking she reached out, placed a palm on the smooth skin of his forehead, then another on her own. The skin was cool to the touch, though her own was warm enough, perhaps he was coming down with something,
He stirred slightly, deep brown eyes fluttering open for a moment, then instantly closed in the simulated light of the small room. Then a moment later the opened, fully awake.
"Morning Kador" she said cheerily, rising from the couch, stretching out her tense muscles. "It wasn't so bad was it?"
The Templar shrugged, busied himself straightening his clothes. Though she was sure out of the corner of her eye he had scanned her entire lithe, almost stringy frame up and down, with his usual concern.
"I guess not" came the reply.
Moments late the two emerged into the main room of the Emissary Satja glanced about the room, looking for Denak.
It would do me well to that him again, a she thought to herself, After all he had helped that pair out greatly, and such displays, she knew were neither forgotten by Kador or herself. |