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Post by keilara on Jul 25, 2009 12:01:58 GMT -5
Oti stepped off the lift and waved the men away from her. Hopefully the Nautolan would follow, but if he didn't she was sure she could at least find something useful down here to look at. She started in the observation lounge. It never ceased to amaze her, as she gazed out across the galaxy, how beautiful the stars were.
The lilting sounds of a waltz eventually drew her attention from the view port and she turned to hunt out the source, barely releasing pheromones in the area by the window. Wouldn't do to make things too easy if he followed. Games were so very very fun...
Slipping back into the lift, she descended to the second level. Her feet moved faster as the music grew louder. It truly was an exquisitely built station. Breaking into the ballroom, she stopped and observed the people twirling around the floor and stepped into a dark corner to watch them. She was torn between watching the door to see if he followed and watching the dancers, a small yearning to join them creeping through her.
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Post by valadin on Jul 25, 2009 16:21:03 GMT -5
He marched from the elevator almost immediately as the doors opened, knocking aside several people who were waiting to use it as he did. Pressing onwards towards where he elevator let her off, he could feel the warm scent again. She wasn't going to get away from him. Not easily, not at all. He was a great hunter, could smell even the dispersed, diluted fragrances in the air. Following after the smell of her pheromones, he bowed his head a little low to stay near the higher concentration of the smell. He passed many groups of people, many of which seemed oblivious to him as he prowled between them following the definate scent. He arrived at the window, almost inadvertantly banging his head into the pane as he followed the scent there. He paused, feeling around. She'd been here, so then where did she move off to? His fists gripped tightly as he looked around, large black eyes searching the crowds for her.
Having no luck he attempted to find the trail again, moving around in semi circles trying to find the scent different to where he'd followed to the window. Finally he found it, and followed it again through the twisting and turns of the tables and people until he arrived at the ballroom's dance floor. He started out at the dancing couples as they moved in time with the music, dancing rather splendidly and artfully. Snarling a little, he could just about make out his target. He moved swiftly towards her, not focusing anymore on his sense of smell and instead his speed and dexterity, reaching her with a firm grip on her shoulder, speaking just loud enough that she would hear.
"The question is, do I kill you or keep you?"
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Post by keilara on Jul 25, 2009 17:23:12 GMT -5
"Dance with me?"
His hand had fallen heavy on her shoulder, gripping her. His voice drifted over her and she shivered maintaining distance between them and not turning to face him. She'd been foolish to not watch the door, but no one with the slightest in empathy skills could have missed the dark cloud that was standing behind her. She'd known he was coming towards her...
Turning her head and looking over her shoulder, she smirked at him. "And the question more is, will I let you keep me or will I have to kill You"
She took a few steps pulling away from him and towards the dance floor, slowly winding down how much of her pheromones she was emitting.
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Post by valadin on Jul 25, 2009 17:33:45 GMT -5
Now that he was close to her again he could feel her warm presence around him once more as the pheremones she was releasing drifted back into his senses. He followed her, sneering as she talked as though she could take him on. As if she had the power he had. His power... his power was immeasurable. Hers was nothing, and yet. And yet he didn't want to kill her, at least not right then. he felt like she could be more useful to him alive at that moment, and the feelings he were having proved he was right. But... were those feelings his? He wasn't sure, he just knew that she was dragging him further towards the dancefloor and he was following. Surely he wasn't going to be agreeing with this little brat? Not after all the hassle she'd put him through with her strange smells. It seemed his body believed he was and though his Force presence and mind screamed for him to grab her by the throat and take his revenge on her in some way, though for an untold reason the dark thoughts that could usually inhabit his mind for thinking of appropriate tortures were not present.
He was beginning to feel cold again, and his body was not pelased with the way he was beginning to feel, which caused him to find himself closer to her than he had been a few seconds ago, and then again closer again, the distance between his shoulder and hers decreasing as the time went by. He growled behind her and spun her to face him, staring her deep in her eyes with his great black orbs, several of his teeth showing through his snarled mouth.
"I don't know what game you are playing, child, but heed me now. This game will be over sooner than you think if you don't stop with these damned games you're playing. The thought of you killing me is actually laughable." His head ached as he spoke the words, as though the words were coming from somewhere that was not supposed to be working, and he breathed a little deeply after he finished talking.
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Post by keilara on Jul 25, 2009 21:55:52 GMT -5
He spun her around and she stumbled slightly at the roughness, falling against him and bracing herself with her hands on his arms. She pushed back from him and straightened herself as he spoke, brushing the front of her dress to rid it of imaginary lint.
"I can't imagine what you're talking about. I don't even know you. In fact, as far as I am concerned you've simply shown up out of nowhere and nearly attacked me.... I'll I've done is ask you to dance."
She quirked her eyebrow at him, a small flirtatious smile crossing her face as she took a step backwards, away from him and towards the dance floor again. She lightly directed some pheromones at him... she wanted to dance and continue playing and she was damned if he would stop her.
"And if you won't dance with me I'll be forced to find someone else who will."
She turned away from him again and moved to step out onto the floor, her eyes falling on a Zeltron male just kinda hanging out and she began to move swiftly towards him.
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Post by valadin on Jul 26, 2009 10:20:37 GMT -5
He followed her as she stumbled backwards, his hand pressing and not allowing her to fall as long as he kept a grip on her, staring at her still deep into her eyes. He saw the quirky smile on her lips and growling, wanting to press his face close to her to give her the right impression of just what he intended to do, but he wasn't sure how she'd react to that. She'd probably think like a Zeltron and try and kiss him. He shook his head, mentally of course, at the thought of doing so, and instead started following her as she mentioned how innocent she appeared to be. He growled a 'pah', following after her, slightly... no, incredibly irate that he'd been forced to leave his lightsaber on the ship by those bloody women. The Zeltron in front of him began moving towards another man, her smells drawing Jaa further towards her and he snarled as the Zeltron man approached her.
Forcefully striding in front of her, Jaa roughly shoulder barged the man back into his seat, not even bothering to lock eyes with the pink-skinned fool as he roughly took the women around the wrists and pressed her back into the dancefloor, using the Force to bring her feet up just off the ground and prevent her from resisting. He paused as the other couples passed them, staring at them for a few seconds, learning the steps to the dance almost immediately as he saw them, the skill which usually helped him to learn an opponents moves quickly and use them against them. The dance was like a fighting stance. A very weak one with plenty of holes, but he wasn't fighting. Well, not to the death. Releasing his Force hold on her he pressed his arm around her and took her right hadn in his left, encapsulating her fingers within his and brushing a thumb across her palm. Killing her could wait.
He breathed a sigh to relax, straightening his back and bringing himself into a similar posture to the smaller men around him, his right arm around her waist, fingers together at the small of her back, pulling her against him, hip to hip.
"Ever danced this before?" He grinned, hoping slightly she hadn't so she'd have to just go with his movements, before pressing off on his left foot to start with, buffeting her a little with the Force to help her move with him. He moved in time with the music, as was pretty expected, considering he could hear it so well. He felt in the groove almost immediately, able to continue watching the other men on the dancefloor for their moves, finding this whole dancing thing a lot different to how he'd thought it would be. And having her close to him like this... it might just have been her pheromones, but it was nice.
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Post by keilara on Jul 26, 2009 10:43:07 GMT -5
Oh how Oti loved winning. And men were all the same... Challenge them and they would do anything to assert dominance. It made it so much easier to control the game.
He brushed her palm with his thumb and a small shiver slipped down her spine. Tilting her head back to smile at him she answered cheekily,
"I have, though not often and certainly not with so charming a partner."
They moved around the floor and she was quickly impressed with him. It had taken her a good while to learn to dance as well as she did. A client had taken pride in having her able to hang on his arm at gatherings requiring dancing so she'd been given lessons. He was a tad shakey, but with every second became more and more capable of leading.
"I do have to say, you're doing a rather excellent job at this. Far better than I did my first few times, though, I would assume swordplay does have the benefit of making one light on ones feet."
She turned a charming smile on him, and with it released a good number of pheromones. Being pressed against him as they moved around the floor tempted her to call the game off, but every good kitty knew the pleasure of catching the mouse was playing with it before hand.
She allowed herself to press closer to him, continuing to go where he led.
"Shame the dance has to end so soon..."
As she spoke the orchestra ended the piece and she slowed to a stop looking up at him as she raised up on tiptoe.
"Catch me..."
The whispered words were accompanied by a near assaulting level of pheromones. Oti slipped out of his grasp, and quickly disappeared into the crowds of people... There were two other levels to this space station and she was determined to see them all.
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Post by valadin on Jul 26, 2009 12:02:44 GMT -5
He smiled as she fed his ego, knowing it to be true. He was charming at times, when he wanted to be. When he didn't want to gut people. And he was good at learning these things quick, which he of course knew. He wasn't afraid of saying he was good at things, and waving his sword around. He stifled a laugh. Oh he was definately good at impaling people with his weapons. He was certainly feeling the groove now, though the song seemed to be winding down again. He barely noticed this, however, as she pressed closer and he could smell a change again. He turned his head toward her a little, slightly impressed. Did she never run out of that stuff? She leaned up to him and he dropped down a little as she brought her mouth closer to him.
"Catch me..."
Wait, what?
His answer came in a blast of pheromones in his face. He stumbled back a good few paces, making contact with someone or something but not really caring as he struggled to remain on his feet and aware of his surroundings. Bringing his hand up around his face he suppressed a roar which would draw even more attention. I am actually going to make her cry. His thoughts bled through the smells in his head, a mild headache twinging as the dark ideas spread to the front of his mind. He made an immediate attempt to follow her before finding a man in a suit scolding him for some reason or another.
"-can't just expect to knock a lady withou-"
Shut it, moron. He swept the man aside effortlessly with an arm, marchind right after the woman he'd just been dancing with, a prowler nature around him, the man he'd just flung aside laying on the floor behind him as he stalked off, looking at the Nautolan confused and a little scared, struggling to be helped to his feed by several onlookers and his dance partner.
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