Open Thread (Naboo)

[Talau]

As the door opens to Holo-room #1, a hot breeze snaps at the face... and sand blows past your legs, disappearing once it leaves the room, for it is merely simulated sand, but feels 100% real nonetheless. You take a step forwards, and you can feel the hot sun beat down on your neck. But this sun seems pleasant... and the moist air one would expect is pleasantly replaced by a dry breeze.

Your eyes adjust to the sunlight, and as you look further down the sand, your gaze stops on the foliage scattered about by a cream colored beach house. As you trot closer in the sand... you can feel the warm granules kicking against your legs... Finally when you get to the house, you see a large beach head, emerald green water fluidly sliding up then back down the sand. moving closer, then receding.

As you cup your hand, dipping it into the water, you retract it, and it's full of water.... real physical water... It sparkles in your palm, as you let it run down and fall towards the sand where it slowly disappears. You walk over to the house, taking note of the 10 seater watercraft.

Walking into the Break House, you quickly notice that it's completely furnished, and the floor is made of white marble. looking around, inhaling the sweet pine scent of the freshly clean house, you head upstairs, and wander around, spotting 5 fully fully furnished and decorated bedroom, and 4 bathrooms. Heading out onto the terrace, you lean over the balcony, inhale another wisp of pine observing the serene setting your behold before you. Heading back down to the kitchen you notice at last the Conservators, stocked full of snacks and drinks for hundreds. Seems like it's going to be good time.

((descrip. thanks to necro))

[kellaishleya]

Glem didn't know why she was here. Okay, maybe she did. Naboo. It was home. And yet... it was unfamiliar. And this is what saddened Glem the most, what enveloped her with a sense of despair that made her sick to her stomach. Naboo, where she had spent half her life. And she barely even recognized it.

Glem longed for the comfort of Greek's naive cooing, but he had run off a good while ago... in fact, that's why she was here. She'd been wandering, looking for him, nothing better to do. And now she was here...

Mind numb and overwhelmed at the torrent of emotions and memories, Glem walked slowly forward, slipping her toes into the water. It was cool, and sweet. The sun was warm overhead, humid air seeping deep into Glem's abused skin. Her muscles relaxed at the breeze's touch, and the place smelled like paradise...

Glem felt like death.

Slowly, Glem bent down, watching her reflection in the water. The tattoos on her haillu glistened in the sunlight. Oh how she hated those tattoos. Her eyes were heavily-shadowed, clouded, full of sadness. But she was still a Gungan. Her long, sloping jaw, the crooked set of her nostrils, soft, amphibious skin. For a moment, she wondered if she looked like her mother.

Her mother. The mention only reminded her that she couldn't remember her mothers face, and a new wave of despair clutched at Glem's chest. Anger rising from the sadness, Glem suddenly swing a hand and ripped at the water, shattering her reflection. She turned suddenly and raced back toward the door. She had to get out, she just had to leave...

But Glem's step was low, and the sand caught her foot, yanking her down to the ground. Glem made no move to get up. Instead, she rolled over, letting the sun strike her face. Glem raised hands to cover her face and moaned. She was going to go insane one of these days, what between the nightmares and the paranoia...

Somewhere buried inside, a part of Glem managed to worry over the fact that if someone came across her lying miserably in the sand, it would be dreadfully embarrassing...


ooc// Major cool points to whoever can spot the Maximum Ride reference. //

[necrofear]

Ramseye slowly walked into the bright holo-room, and the simulated sunlight cast its rays down on his skin. He began to quickly wish he hadn't worn black clothing to the party... he was beginning to perspire. He lifted his hand to his brow, wiped it down the side, And took a few steps into the sand. The heat permeated his boots as the steps he took threw more and more sand into them, surrounding his feet with the heated material. He continued forward until he stopped at the stream of water that seemed to grow outwards from the beach and have no end till it hit the horizon.

Ramseye looked around, thinking about what it was that had drawn him here, and so he decided to go into the lodge.

A few minutes later Ramseye found himself on the second floor of the illustrious lodge, hunched off the side of the bed in an unoccupied room, staring out over the water. He ran his hand over his head, feeling the hair growing in once more, and sighed. It looks like he was going to actually relax for once. He walked towards the closet, and upon opening it, found a body scanner. The metal chassis extended outwards, circling around Ramseye with a red beam that seamed to act as a measuring device, and then seconds later, bathing suit options were displayed on the screen. He picked the black and green one. within seconds the machine replicated the fabric, and a suit popped out into the room. He grabbed it and returned to the bed.

After slipping out of his clothes, and putting on the bathing suit, he slowly walked down the stairs, grabbed a towel and made way for the water. He spotted several others in the water, or engaged in conversation. He set his towel down on a chair, then walked into the water, which was a pleasant 82 degrees. He dove down into it, re-emerging as another wave came cascading down behind him.

[Dire Wolf]

((ooc// < stole Kella's style 'cause its cool. Anyways, This is the design of the tattoos on one side of her arm. Imagine them not on a guy's body, a deep red color, and something of this style on her opposite arm. i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk313/DireWolf2008/Tribal_Tattoo_Design_1.jpg))

It was at this point when Rhissai silently cursed her decision to wear her own Jedi Tunic to the party. While the small brown leather strip that served to keep the tunic wrapped around her form was necessary, it was incredibly hot. As were the sleevless tunic and sleeves (to cover up the tattoos that she almost constantly wore.

She had to cool off in the naboo holo-room, it simply wasn't a choice. A hot breeze curled around her body and into the hallway beyond as the door slid open. Her arm moved to shield those bright green pools in her head from the bright light of the artificial star. The woman slowly walked from the entrance into the room to the lodge located within.

Once inside her own little private room she undressed and walked over to the closet, which held a body scanner within. It took but a few moments for a little metallic beam to extend out from the chassis and take in all the measurements for her swimsuit. After the prelimary scanning was complete a little touch screen with her fabric options appeared along the wall.

After making her decision, a white bikini (not see through, Necro ) with spaghetti straps, she walked over to the replicator which churned out a newly crafted swim suit custom made just for her. She took the newly woven fabric and slipped into it, tying up all the necessary straps, and stepped out of the lodge and into the beating sun. The hot sand displaced itself from her weight, finding its way into the small space in between her toes, as she walked towards the considerably cooler wet sand near the beach. It was now apparent why she wore sleeves around the council, deep red tribal tattoos curled themselves around her arm, and on one side her upper chest, as she made her way towards the water.

The woman slowly stepped out into the cool water until it was up to her waist and crouched down so that her head was the only thing not submerged. Rhiss jumped up slightly with the waves as they came towards her, not allowing the nasty salthingyer into her mouth, and simply enjoyed the serenity of her environment. This place was so much like her homeworld.

Rhissai was in the water a few minutes before she closed her mouth and allowed herself to slip under the waves and down to the sandy bottom. A well timed kick propelled her towards the beach at an almost frightening pace as the wave carried her along. Once there she planted her feet in the sand and arched her body upwards out of the water, flinging the water and her long raven hair out in a wide arc until it slapped against her back. The shine of bright light against the artificial water added a certain luster to her muscular and well defined body, especially the mid-section.

Her wet raven hair shined brightly against the sunlight as she finally caught sight of the short haired man named Ramseye. The holographic water slowed her well tanned and muscular legs from traveling through it. Once there she looked over his well muscled form and poked him in one of his meaty pecs lightly, smiling brightly.

[kellaishleya]

Glem felt something pressing against her midriff. Cautiously, slowly, she extended one of her eyes to peer around her fingers. She was greeted by the site of a small crab, trying to walk through her.

"What do you want?"

For some strange reason, the crab didn't seem to understand basic.

"Go away, I'm having a pity-party," Glem growled under her breath. It had no effect. And so she exasperatedly crammed her head back against the sand, looking up at the sky for a moment. And then she hauled herself up, picking up the crab and tossing him toward the other side. He flew threw the air, short legs flailing, before landing gracelessly on the other side. The crab immediatatly retracted all his legs. But then, slowly, he extended one eyestalk. And then the other. Seeing no immediate danger, he simply kept on waddling.

Glem sighed heavily. Welp, she was here. Might as well quit wallowing in self-pity... Glem decided to go swim. It had been ages since she was in the water... but as soon as she started thinking about it, she felt this deep longing settle behind her navel, a craving for the waves, as if they were calling to her...

Glem shed her heavily-laden cargo-pants, knowing her undergarments would provide sufficient modesty. Without further delay, Glem dove into the water. Its cold caress was sweet pleasure... Quell, she loved the water so much... All her doubts and worries and fears fell away, and Glem knew that for a few sweet moments, it would just be her and the waves...

Glem ducked beneath the surface, her strong legs kicking through the water, unused muscles stretching for the first time in ages. The subtle webbing between her fingers caught the water, and Glem glided smoothly along...

The sunlight dappled down across her back, sending lights glittering off the tattoos which swirled across her back and along her arms, graceful tendrils. Her lilac skin was light against the sand; she appeared little more than a silky shadow. The sand rolled gently below, small sea-plants swaying in the currents...

Oh! Glem could get used to this. For the first time in years she might have actually described herself as... happy. The air in her lungs would last her at least another ten minutes; longer once she got used to holding her breath again. And so she began to wander through the water, not thinking, not figuring out how it could go wrong...

For once, Glem was just swimming.

[keilara]

Oti practically floated her way out of the elevator. She stood, half dreaming, in the corridor. Three choices... Door A, door B or door C... She popped into the furthest door and quickly scuttled back out. Waaaaaay too cold in there, though she did brave it and step in long enough to throw off the scent so to speak.

She stepped in the second door long enough to turn around. Jungle. No.

But the first door, the door she definitely should have stepped in first, was like paradise in space. The water called to her from the moment she set foot in the sand. Kicking off her heels, Oti lifted her skirt a bit out of the sand and ran for the water. There were a few other people already there. A bald man, a dark haired woman, and a gungan. The last looked as though she was enjoying herself, slipping in and out of the waves.

Oti ducked behind a sand dune and dropped her shoes into the warm sand scrunching her toes in it and smiling. Beaches had long been a favorite novelty of hers. She didn't often get to indulge in them. She kept a tight grip on the skirt of her dress and ran into the water, standing ankle deep in the waves. She lifted her face towards the holographic sun and smiled.

This was heaven.

[valadin]

He had been in the same elevator as her, he could smell it. He could smell her. He was going to get her, even if it took all night. And he was certain that once he did, at least one of them would enjoy it. Grinning as he paced the small elevator from side to side as it moved, he watched as the display changed from the Ballroom towards the Holo-rooms where he had managed to see her get off. Well, he hadn't seen her get off. He'd seen her get in the elevator, and seen where it had stopped before returning. As soon as the doors were opened he sprung out. He could smell her here too. There was definately no escape from him. Several rooms, and his mind told him she'd be at the one at the end. He entered the far one first, stepping a good few feet into the room, met with an icy blizzard.

Waiting there a few minutes as he tried to detect her in some way, he smelled, he looked and he listened, but there were no signs, and the only footprints were his own. He marched back out, the smell of her pheromones obviously a false lure. Door number two, a jungle. He stopped and looked around for a few minutes as soon as he entered. This place sort of appealed to him. It was lush and large, and it was humid and warm. But she wasn't here either. Still, despite that he waited a while longer before taking his steps out, knowing full well that he'd hate himself for not just moving to the first door sooner, and as soon as he entered he knew she'd be here somewhere. The beach and sea spread out before him, with the hot sun resting on his back. He looked off at the few figures ahead of him, none of which were the one he seeked, but she was here.

"Where are you, woman?!" His patience was running dry. No, actually, his patience was long since dry, and was now verging on a high degree of debt. He gave up trying to actually track her properly, looking around as though he'd see her immediately if he stared hard enough. He roared a little, turning around sharply to check she wasn't sneaking out the way he had came, before glancing down. Footprints. Several pairs to the water, one set beneath his feet. One set... And heels on the side. He smirked, though not from laughter, it was more an evil grin as he knew he had her. A set of feet running off over the dune, and he immediately began marching there, not even bothering to kick off any of his footwear.

[keilara]

Empathy could be a wonderful tool if it was actually utilized. Oti had been relatively sure he would follow, but the water was warm, the sun was shining and without much thought Oti let go of her dress and stepped further out into the water. Thigh deep, her fingers trailed in the water. She was contemplating letting her hair out.

She took another few steps out into the water. Hip deep in the water, she began to work her hair loose. After a few moments it fell in a cascade down her back. The tips hovered a mere few inches from the waves, being lifted just out of the waters reach as Oti was lifted from the sand by each passing wave. The water slowly pushing her back towards the shore as she continued to simply stand, unconcerned, absorbing the warm sunlight,

[valadin]

Clambering to the top of the sand dune, he could see her in the water, her small frame bobbing about in the waves. She looked quite happy in the water there, in her pretty dress, just jumping about without a worry in the world, or so it seemed. She seemed to be unafraid of him, as though she wasn't scared by his appearance, aura, behaviour or even the intentions he had for her. Once he had decided on one, without the damned oheromones confounding his judgement. Part of him wanted one thing, part of him wanted another. Wrestling with himself over his decisions, he decidedly forced what was clearly a dark thought into his mind as a goal, the other ideas swirling around like dancing blades, tearing his sanity to shreds. Let's see how good she is at holding her breath. His own voice echoed within his head, and he agreed with it, taking strides down the dune towards her, his own trail of footsteps marching over the top of hers.

He had good vision already, so he could make out what she was doing even from the distance he had been at. She was moving with the motion of the ocean in a relaxed manner. As he got closer though, his eyes focused further onto the minor details. How her skin looked when glistening with the sunlight, how her face appeared brighter when she smiled from true enjoyment, how the dress clung to her form even when wet. He smiled a little, then frowned as he tried to maintain the urge to carry out what he was intending to do. They were going to have a breathing competition and see whether Zeltrons could beat Nautolans... weren't they? Were they? Other thoughts were invading him the closer he came to her and he found himself feeling as though he was going insane.

Come on Jaa, just grab her hair dip her head in the water and then join her. It's simple. He nodded to himself, knowing that it was indeed simple, and just a few feet from her now, wading out to meet her, his powerful legs pressing through the water towards her. His hand reached out and took a hold of her hair, a fistful wrapped around his fingers. Now, all he had to do was press her head underwater. Press her down and see how long she could breathe for. He could do it, he knew he could, but his arm seemed resistant to the impulses sent by his brain. But... Why did he want his arm to drop again? He looked her in the eyes. He had a plan before, and now... and now he'd forgotten it, or at least there were other plans. He sighed, the fingers in her hair suddenly not as tense as they once were. He continued looking at her, his face unchanging, looking down on her menacingly, but he didn't feel the hatred towards her as he had earlier. All he hated were those damn pheromones.

[keilara]

He'd finally made it.

Oti chose not to turn and acknowledge him, choosing instead to wait and see what he would do. A smirk again crossed her lips as she felt his hand wrap in her hair. She winced. That hand was grabbing tighter than she would have liked but she wasn't yet concerned. Things could still be... handled... she had a few tricks left up her sleeves and as confused as her natural abilities made him, she could use them to full advantage.

The confusion he felt was plain on his face as well as the loosening of tension in her hair. Oti quickly cut off as much as she could of her pheromones. She certainly didn't try to attack him with them right then. Too much and he'd get used to it.

"This was rather foolish of me I suppose..."

She paused reaching back to gather her hair in her hands, gently pulling it away from him.

"My dress will be ruined if I don't get out of the water..."

She turned and starting moving towards the shore.

[valadin]

She smoothly returned her hair through her hands, feeding it away from her fingers, hardly even acknowledging him. He could feel a chill shoot up his spine as he felt a cold begin embrace him, and even the light from the Sun was not comforting enough. She was removing her pheromones from him again, and it was annoying him again.
Damn right it was foolish. Either you're ignorant or you're clever, and both are rather dangerous to me at the moment, and in either case it would be better if I snapped your neck right now. She started moving away, talking of how her dress would not last long in the water, and he strode after her, his mind clearing a little from the lack of scents she was expelling from herself. Wrapping a hand around her neck, he pulled her up to the full extend of his arm, his fingers almost touching at the back of her skinny neck.

"Is that better?!" His eyes flared at her as he looked up at her, his old self returning, and with it the memories of a similar situation as this. Not totally the same, but similar. He recalled that previous time, letting her squirm in his clutches a little. The time he was remembering. The time he'd done this before, on... yes... they were on that building... and... "Lita..." he whispered, his eyes unfocused and staring at her waist. Lita, yes, she was the cause of that time. He brought his attention back up to her face. "The first time I did something like this, a man fell several hundred feet from a building and died." He spoke mostly to himself, though did not want to waste the story by telling her it. Not that story.

[keilara]

"Then it's a good thing I am not a man then isn't it."

She could hardly be terrified. Death was death no matter how it came and by whose hand it was delivered. She raised a hand and set it on his wrist.

"I could hardly care if you decided to kill me, but I do care about my dress and the longer it's in the water the more ruined it will be. It was rather expensive and the client who purchased it for me is rather particular about seeing his gifts on my person when I have to interact with him."

She released a few calming pheromones into the air with a smile.

"Besides, there are far more enjoyable things we could be doing."

[valadin]

He raised an eyebrow, a little slightly thrown back that she wasn't apparently afraid of death. No, there was no apparently about it. She definately wasn't afraid of death. What exactly was she? A woman so detached that she was actually unphased by the fact he had her by the throat nine feet in the air. She placed her hand on his wrist gently, and his grip loosened a little, even before the pheromones took effect. He sighed, making his way back with her to the shore with her, making sure to keep her dress far clear of the water she was apparently so concerned about. He placed her softly down onto the beach, hands withdrawing from her neck and stroking the skin gently as he removed the hand. His fingers rubbed against the soft fabric of the dress, the expensive fabric smooth against touch. His eyes locked with hers disapprovingly at the mention of 'clients', though he said nothing, instead taking a few steps away from her before replying to her last statement.
"I don't suppose anything I could say would deter you, would it? Seeing as you don't fear death at all. If you're willing to, lead the way."

[kellaishleya]

She should've known. Scratch that, she did know. Which meant the sight unfolding before her didn't exactly surprise Glem. If it wasn't this, then it would have been a Veermok. Or a Bounty Hunter. Or some other Scum of Quell. Hard to be disappointed when you're paranoid.

And so Glem skimmed beneath the surface, peering up and looking rather cross. Just 'cause it was vacation everyone saw it fit to pair off... Glem denied the fact that she was jealous, but, well, when you're a paranoid, cynical, work-a-holic Gungan with only a Gizka for a friend... romantic prospects are a wee bit hard to come across. And so she simply scowled. Glem pressed up out of the water, cool rivulets running smoothly down her slick skin. She was made for the water, though the thought gave her little comfort now.

And then a sliver of a shadow of a whisper of a mischievous idea pressed itself at the base of her conscious...

And it was at that moment that Glem heard a familiar cooing behind her.

"Dem'sa Kel!" She cursed in Gungan, whipping around. "Dammit, Greek, don't scare me like that!" Greek simply cooed. "Damn Gizka..." Glem muttered under her breath. However, Greek would soon make up for all annoyance, as that sliver of mischief became a plan. She scooped Greek out of the water, whispering quietly in his hear. The little Gizka listened intently, until the heard words he recognized.

Food. Pocket. Tentacle-man. YES!

Greek began to squirm and wiggle, fighting free of Glem's grasp. Food! Yum! Glem dropped him and he plunked beneath the water, skimming along almost as quietly as his master.

It didn't really matter whether or not he was seen coming; a Gizka on a mission is impossible to stop.

Especially when that mission involves food.

Greek practically attacked the Naolautan, cooing and crooning, rubbing up against the Jedi's leg, looking up with big, wide eyes. But, of course, Gizka are not know for their patience. Greek began to hop up, nudging against Jaa's side insistently. He had food in there some where! The persistent thuds of the Gizka would be enough to knock even a Besalisk off his feet, let alone a Naolautan.

It would probably get him killed one day. But all Greek could think about at that moment was finding the food that the tentacle-man was surely hiding somewhere...

[keilara]

"Wouldn't deter me in the slightest..."

She shot him a grin, her own hand raising to rub her neck lightly, removing any trace of his touch from her skin. No point in letting herself get all worked up yet. There was much still to drag him through... the game was far from over.

The sun glinted off something and she peaked around him to see the Gungan setting something in the water. Something that moved like a torpedo towards the man in front of her. Oti stifled a smirk as she glanced up at him, and let loose a flood of pheromones as the little water bullet slammed into his leg.

"Must think you have something for it."

She made a grab for the little thing not wanting the Dark Jedi to take his frustrations out on it, keeping up the high emissions of pheromones.

[valadin]

It was an answer he had been expecting, sort of. At least for the last few seconds. Strange woman indeed. He was about to speak once more before she set off more of her damn smells right against his face. He nearly choked from the overload, forcing his hands over himself to try and block some of it out.
Damned woman, how much of that stuff does she have? He didn't have time to guess though, as just as the thought rushed through his mind something ploughed into his leg, rubbing against him through his clothing. He tried to see just what it was, but by then it was already jumping around his wasit, pressing against him, and for a few seconds he maintained balance. Then not so much as he fell backwards into the water with a resounding splash. He pressed off beneath the waves, moving away from the shore a little and bringing the little creature after him.

What is that thing? He didn't have time to figure it out as the thing torpedoed straight towards him, missing him very slightly as he moved out of the way, but returning faster than he'd expected and attaching itself to his clothes. He pulled it off with an arm, through it a good few feet away from him through the water before making a press back to shore. He stepped out on dry land, a little disappointed that the fight he had been hoping for briefly had been a little hungry rodent. He felt her pheromones hitting him the second he surfaced from the water, and approached her cautiously, the water on his skin seeming to dull her smells slightly. He paused in front of her, half wondering if he was getting used to them too. He nodded at her statement.
"Maybe." He glanced behind him as the creature began moving towards him once more, deciding to get a sentence out while he was still standing. "Not deterred huh?"

[kellaishleya]

Greek's head popped up out of the water, great big eyes looking around. It had been fun to fly through the air, but landing had hurt. Oh! There he was!

Greek bounded through the water once more, each hop sending another showering splash of water into the air. And then he stopped at the tentacle-man's feet, looking up at him. When nudging did not work, begging did. And so Greek looked up at Jaa, bulging eyes glistening in the sunlight. He cooed dejectedly, obviously very upset by the seeming withholding of food...

~

Glem watched on in amusement. There were very few things that could catch a Dark Jedi off-guard. Apparently, Gizka had made the list. Finding the whole ordeal darkly humorous, Glem began to wade through the water toward the couple, taking her sweet time. There was no need to hurry. She might have worried for Greek's safety, but he'd survived offending much larger creatures.

~

Greek, realizing that the tentacle-man didn't seem to be giving him anything, turned his great big eyes on the pink-lady next to him. She smelled funny, and made his skin tingle with happy, but Greek's one-track mind was entirely enthralled with his mission of finding a snack.

[keilara]

Oti couldn't help the laughter that fell from her. It was just too too adorable the little creature giving puppy eyes to the big, scary, dark jedi.

"Seems the little creature and I are of the same mind... Thankfully... I am normally prepared for most eventualities."

Oti slid the skirt of her dress up her leg, slowly revealing a thigh holster, small blaster and a ration bar.

"Come here little thing."

She waved the ration bar at the little gizka waiting till it's attention was drawn to her. Oti released some soothing pheromones and took a few steps back out into the water. The dark jedi once again not at the forefront of her attention. It was so very simple to experiment and see what would irritate him enough to lash out at her again.

She unpeeled the wrapper and offered a piece of the bar. The Gungan had begun to swim towards them, Oti could see her in the water and handed the little creature another piece, turning and wading back out of the water. She passed him, completely ignoring him and headed for the door. The Gungan would be worth talking to sometime, but with the king crabby pants having been knocked into the water, it was probably best if he were removed before the two interacted.

Pheromones and Oti slowly began to disappear from the seaside, headed towards the door.

[valadin]

He glared a little at her laughter, not one to enjoy being laughed at by a woman. His eyes followed her hand as she slid her dress up. It was obvious she had done it so blatantly to show off her weapon as she retrieved the bar - even he wasn't that stupid. She began to make strange noises to try and entice the creature towards her, which caused him to look on at her as though she were an idiot. An idiot who was using her abilities to control his moods, indeed. An idiot with a blaster at a party. Maybe not as much of an idiot as she seemed to be. The little creature bounded after her, leaving him alone thankfully. He watched her feed it with the bar of whatever it was, though it certainly didn't look very interesting or tasty. Looked more like a group of plants clumped together with glue.

She fed the little monster and now she was on the move again, and without thinking his feet moved a few paces before he paused and considered just what he was doing. Just what was he doing? Now would be his chance to get away from the damned woman and actually relax in the water. Then again he was on a space station full of her type, which meant the second he left the room he'd have to deal with them. In a way she was preventing him from having to deal with the hundreds of other Zeltrons on board, and besides. He kind of liked her. She wasn't afraid, she wasn't an idiot, apparently, and she was pretty. Not beautiful. At least, not like he remembered the woman he had thought to be beautiful, but he liked this girl. She was good for him, or he was good for her, he couldn't really tell which.

She was leaving now, anyway, and her smells and effectively his protection was going with her. It also didn't help that the little creature nearby seemed to be getting hungry once again and with her leaving had returned its eyes to him. He made his speedy exit from there, moving immediately after her and away from the little animal, interested in seeing where this woman was intending to go now. He wasn't sure whether she was leading, or being chased, or whether it was like he was hunting her. No, not hunting. If he was hunting her she'd be caught already. Maybe they were just playing. Playing was good, he supposed. It meant a relaxing break from the endless maiming he tended to do to occupy his time.

[kellaishleya]

Greek was quick to devour the morsels offered by the pink-lady. FOOD. He really wasn't thinking about anything else as she led him away from tentacle-man. Then the food stopped and Greek looked up at the pink-lady expectantly. But she was walking away, and Greek heaved a small sigh. Food time was over.

Suddenly, he heard a sharp whistle, and whipped around to see Master with her fingers to her mouth. He was being called!

~

And that is the really convenient thing about having a 10 second attention span. One tends to forget what it was they were irked about. And so Glem shook her head at the predictability of her little Gizka, for he raced back to her and leapt up into her arms, nuzzling against her chin. Glem rubbed him vigorously behind the nubs, and he cooed loudly. That little Gizka was her sanity, and she loved him for it. Still making her way toward the shore, Glem sat down in the silky sand, nestling Greek on her lap. A loving expression softened her face, but only for a moment. Greek was the only one who ever got her affection, and Glem figured he'd be the only one who ever would. She wasn't quite sure if she liked that or if she didn't, but it didn't really matter; Glem didn't dwell on such things. And so she returned to her musings, watching the other couple on the beach out of the corner of her eye. Her mischievous streak had been mostly satiated, and she was in the mood to simply observe. And comment. Sarcastically.

But such was the way of Glem.