Shadows of Bankor

Discord servers are down for me.

*meanwhile, solidifies the pecs and the abs so that he can rebel in muscular way*

"She's my girl, yes. It's going to stay that way for some time. But she's no Jedi. And neither am I." It was his turn to smile wryly. "A puzzle, huh? People being good at killing with lightsabres yet neither the Jedi nor the Imperial scum."

"I've got used to the fact that home is something I might not be able to afford as long as the galaxy is run by those particular men." Daunt took a breath to run fingers across he bandaged wounds. "So I'll make that goal of theirs as difficult as possible. Because I am not big on forgiveness or supp...

"Good I was quite taken when I got to know her. Otherwise I'd have given you reasons to dislike me." Daunt covered his lips with a sip of his drink to hide his expression. "You'd better catch up on your dancing skills then. She rather enjoys that."

"So sweating the hammock is fair game." He moved to it. "You know that I'm nor super knowledgeable about stars. But I imagine there are levels of outer rimness and there are some spurs at the edges off the spaceroutes where it's too far away even for the Empire, at least for now."

"No. I prefer to stay an enduring compliment to you, being all fired up." He smirked, the stretched upward his darkly shining body until some bones would audibly pop. "Unless dryness of my skin has somehow made its way into the domain of your preference." He then rolled his shoulders. "I plan on exp...

"We went a long way to the hut where I used to live." He smiled fondly and forlorlny in one go. "Alas, that place exists only in our memories now."

"Purely out of sense of duty?" Daunt teased, sipping.

"Assuming we both survive but don't stay in proximity to one another, what could be the circumstances of our future encounters? I plan on some mobility, so where will I be able to find you?"

"I certainly like you better than any other Mando, so I can only applaud." He smirked.

"You'd be welcome even as the cosmic address is going to be changing periodically. Lyla is possessive, but I think it's going to ease over time once she feels reassured of my..." He sighed, playing idly with the fingers of her hand. "...fidelity." He paused to compose. "If more of your Nite Owls dec...

"I am going to found my own cell somewhere on the galactic edge. I've discovered that my path is unlike that of others who have chosen to oppose the Empire." He reciprocated the non-verbal message of closeness.

"I don't think so. Experiences have value beyond their recurrence. But I'd like to repeat it." Himself a bit sweaty too, he watched her.

He took her hand. "We can do that. I've resolved to keep this going, I mean my involvement with the Rebellion. But on my own terms."

"Those above her not caring was part of that choice. I've been in situations like this." He nodded. "That's a good acknowledgement to have. Besides, death is not terrible in itself. Living is often worse on average." He chuckled. "When you're dead, the universe does something useful with your partic...

He glanced slightly cockily at Qareme and finally noticed that Lyla was also there, and while the details of her mood were lost on him, he took out his IV packet from the stand and tried to rise to his feet. The Jedi were having their Light-speak fiesta and that was dangerous waters for him to wade ...

"As you wish." He ended in a more spectacular figure and then gently released her, thanking for the dance by bowing his head. "Though that presumes a future opportunity for us to dance."

"You mean they lead to death. Death doesn't frighten me. Nor does sacrifice. After all, my existence is just a glitch in whatever pattern there is to this galaxy." He pulled her in an embraced her, for comfort, or for signalling that whatever their disagreements he didn't want them to be estranged.

"I get this now." He admitted, landing a small kiss on her forehead. "But it was not all. Then there were two avatars, Light and Dark, and they were bickering in their proselytising, pulling me to their side each. It was very annoying. Is it what being connected to the Force is about, choosing extre...

Dapper Dog wrote: ↑

Mon Feb 24, 2020 3:27 pm

Lyla was the font of information he needed, and seemed well informed on the show.

He pulled her closer to himself so they could watch together. "I don't get this time travel part."

He took the seat and looked at her with his chartreuse gaze that had its intensity slightly dimmed.

"So what now, Sacha? We bid farewell and disperse across the galaxy?"

"Looks like all you need from me is to know that I am thrilled. I am. If you need a stronger confirmation, I'd have to go beyond the current, self-contained mode of expression."

"Things?" A mutual turn with their foreheads as axis. He was careful not to prick her with one of his vestigial horns. "Sounds rather imprecise. Besides, how can you be rigorous without making a claim or posing a question before getting the raw data?"

"I'm not sure how to quantify the experience. Don't you know how you feel about it? Don't you sense how I do? I guess you can always check the vitals, hormone levels and such." A tilt and a bend into semi-horizontal alignment before springing back together.