The Star Wars Iconic Characters and the Lords of the Expanse: Hunting Grounds...

[Arani Korden]

Set perks up upon hearing this. "I think not, We Jedi will wear our robes and sabers, I will not hide who we are. Though new robes would be in order to replace the worn ones we have now.
Set looks to the other Jedi to back him up.

Arani shrugs. "I didn't know the dress code was that strict. Never seemed to bother you before."

 

[Sia-Lan Wezz]

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"For that matter, what's the Jedi policy in these situations? Is dancing allowed, or does it lead to attachment?"

<snip>"Don't worry, Arani, I assure you that dancing is allowed, especially in...diplomatic situations like this one. In fact, I would be happy to escort you, if you would like. <snip>"

Ah...Sia-m'dear...you did good. Sia-Lan force-pats herself on the back and grins widely at the couples all forming in cute little packs. Sort of like little naboo puppies...weren't they? The smile though vibrant was very short-lived.

"You, Sia-Lan, and I all will. The men will wear clothing more like what Deel has on now."
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Turning to Sia-Lan, she adds "Valara has a very exotic look to begin with. If we incorporate that into her gown instead of trying to downplay it . . . I think she'll be stunning."

"Oh no you don't!" the young Jedi speaks up with a firm shake of her brilliant auburn hair. "Don't you drag me into this little fashion game of yours, Arani. Sia - don't - play - that! I'm not dressing up...robes will do fine for me. I've got no one to impress."

Set perks up upon hearing this. "I think not, We Jedi will wear our robes and sabers, I will not hide who we are. Though new robes would be in order to replace the worn ones we have now.
Set looks to the other Jedi to back him up.

Leaning back in her chair, she crosses her lengthy legs and arches both auburn brows, clearly enjoying every second of this. "Though I think that Dorn and Set will do well to be all lovely for their pretty ladies, don't you two think so? You two don't want to disappoint them, do you? I mean, you both being escorts and all."

 

[Rorworr]

"You'd better know a very good tailor, Arani." Rorworr grumbles. "I've yet to meet one who can make clothes to fit a Wookie properly."

 

[Deel Surool]

"That's a good point, actually. Deel, what's the protocol here? Are we supposed to show up already paired off, or am I expected to search for a suitably noble potential husband while I'm there?"

"That's all really up to you," Deel says around a mouthful of fish, "Every year, you see, a different Noble House hosts the Vor-Cal hunt. A representative, usually a noble accomanied by an entourage, of each House participates in the hunt. Respesentives from other important non-noble factions are also normally invited... The Republican Consulate, the Mining Guild, the Trade Federation, the Univerisities, and so on. It is normally quite an honor to be sent or invited.

"You, Arani, as Lady Agatha's niece, will the attending as the representative of House Cadriaan."

"Will...will we all have to wear g-gowns and dresses?"

"Of course you will, don't be silly."

Set perks up upon hearing this. "I think not, We Jedi will wear our robes and sabers, I will not hide who we are. Though new robes would be in order to replace the worn ones we have now.
Set looks to the other Jedi to back him up.

"Oh no you don't!" the young Jedi speaks up with a firm shake of her brilliant auburn hair. "Don't you drag me into this little fashion game of yours, Arani. Sia - don't - play - that! I'm not dressing up...robes will do fine for me. I've got no one to impress."

"You most certainly do have someone to impress. Several someones, as a matter of fact." Deel takes a sip of tea. "However, I think Set has the right idea. It would be best if you wore Jedi robes. Jedi, after all, are veiwed with a certain amount of honor in this sector. Most Houses afford them the status of a sort honorary nobility.

"It would be in your best interests for each of you to aquire a new set robes, if you want to make a good first impression. Something a little more formal, I think, if that's possible."

"You'd better know a very good tailor, Arani." Rorworr grumbles. "I've yet to meet one who can make clothes to fit a Wookie properly."

"Not to worry, my fine furred friend, Hobbel is as deft with a needle and thead as Mori is with the knife and pan. you will not be dissappointed."

Deel again smiles his unassuringly wide, fanged grin.

"Trust me."

 

[Valara]

"Of course you will, don't be silly."

Valara glared at the Twilek, she didn't think of herself as silly in the least, she didn't want the others to agree with him either. She had to ressist the urge to slap him with the force, it was easy to do, but the fact that the urge had been there in the first place was upsetting.

"It wasn't a silly question." she says staunchly, not liking the feeling, or the blush that was spreading through her cheeks. "Do I really have to?" she asks Set and looks to Arani to show she was appealing to both of them.

 

[Kelko]

Kelko continues to eat the delicacies before him on the plate, only half listening to the others. He found it a bit amusing that all the force users were getting so bent out of shape over something as silly as clothes. Formal wear for a party, overalls for working between the hulls. Everything had it's own time and place, and just imagining Valara traipsing about in her outfit in 'polite company' made the Rodian snicker.

No, he was more interested in paying attention to Deel's mention of the Hunt. Clearly, the Hunting Spirit had placed this opportunity before him to taunt and tease in its infinite wisdom... but he couldn't help the quickening of his pulse and the feeling of blood rushing through his veins as he thought of chasing down whatever beast. Probably something big and dangerous. Something with claws, horns and/or spines and slavering jaws filled with acidic spittle...

 

[Vor'en Kurn]

"Not to worry, my fine furred friend, Hobbel is as deft with a needle and thead as Mori is with the knife and pan. you will not be dissappointed."

Deel again smiles his unassuringly wide, fanged grin.

"Trust me."

"Another Herglic you've fleeced, Deel? Somehow, that doesn't surprise me," says Vor'en, finishing eating and putting his mask back on, and thinking bitterly of the fifty credits that he's as good as lost. Oh well. The best I can hope is that everyone suddenly feels morally opposed to hunting for sport. Or the ship breaks down, and we don't make it in time. Or that we have to hunt with melee weapons. He sighs. Oh well. Good-bye, fifty credits.

"Oh, and this 'Ball' thing. Do I have to come? And if so, as what?" he asks, clearly not enthused with the idea. And can I wear my armor?

 

[Sia-Lan Wezz]

Sia-Lan smiled at Deel. "Well new robes? I can live with that." She glanced down at her current scruffy attire. "Probably about time too before this starts falling apart as I speak."

Raising her hands, she stretched out her long arms and encapsulated the view of Vo'ren across from her as if she was about to take his picture within the square created by her fingers. "I'm afraid if all of us are going to be dragged to this circus, you've got to take some punishment too. And since you're not a Jedi, you shall have to be feathered and poofed just as extravagently as Deel here, right, Arani? And Kaz plus Kelko, too?" She nearly laughed out loud at the thought of the last two all dolled up.

"Though I do think Dorn and Set should go just as adorned as the rest. It wouldn't be fair to their escorts...at least something to have them be perfect matching pairs. Fashion must prevail!" the Jedi exclaimed with mock sincerity but her auburn brow arched and she pinioned Set with those blue eyes of hers. "I think Valera should definitely wear a dress, don't you think so, Set? I bet she'd look stunning in something slinky, tight and low-cut, don't you?"

 

[Valara]

Valara looks at Sia with a mix of horror and admiration. The Jedi girl was trying to get Set to take her to the ball as her date, but at the same time she was making her wear a dress. On the whole the amazon would much rather just wear her leather's to the ball, but if this was what she had to do to make Set care, then she could put up with it.

"I will wear a dress if Set doesn't wear his robes."

 

[KitanaVorr]

OOC: stupid...cookies...