JulienJaden

BluBlood x JulienJaden, A Twisted Kind of Charm

Not here. We have only two semesters (it was confusing as fuck to wrap my mind around the three-semester system when I went abroad to England), with two big breaks from the start of February to around mid-April and from late July to mid-October, with a week / two weeks off in May/June for Whitsun and December/January for Christmas respectively.

Gabriel definitely approves the sex. It might actually enable him to not act like a pubescent teenager when her boobs are in his field of view. XD

And I definitely like the thought of putting them in a circle with others (who, I assume, will be the upper echelon of the later cult), so I think we should flesh those four out a bit when the time comes.
As they practice on their own, Nadine and Gabriel might find that they have more intuition and even innate power than the rest of them combined and, after a little bit of help from them, they might also be in possession of all the information they need to get started and find out more.
At least for the foreseable future, I'd like them stay loyal to each other - that is to say, they could go full monogamous relationship or enjoy a semi-committed lifestyle where they might use their powers to seduce others and 'spice things up'. I kinda like option two better because mindcontrolling others into having sex with them sets a darker tone and could gradually lower their threshold for even more depravity; eventually, it might come down to one of them finding their conscience again and the other being mad with power, or they could both be mad with power and turn on each other, or they could just not and be lovey-dovey demigods for all eternity together, but through most of this project, I'd like them to be the constant in each other's life as we explore their backstories and destroy most of it. ^^

With that in mind, the cult leadership turning on each other and somebody being possessed by a demon sounds great, as does their initial premise. If Gabriel and Nadine are the protagonists, the cult should definitely be their main antagonists (with other supernatural things popping up as we go) and turn on them soon.

I think that's going to be a fun six weeks for them. :P

Star Wars - Jedi Exile - Knights of the Last Republic

Sorry for the delay. It took me a while to have the right idea for this post.

Star Wars - Jedi Exile - Knights of the Last Republic

The noise behind them was terrifying but nevertheless, Lyla stopped not far into the tunnel - and without her pull, so did Enrik - because she felt it: The death behind her, the presence of the Padawan who healed her head disappearing from existence. She was beyond scared and every instinct told her to keep running but her legs wouldn't do it on their own and that feeling, this distinct sense of loss was like a kick in the head, something she was very familiar with. She let go of Enrik's hand and felt compelled to go back, to help the others or die with them, stumbling back towards the entrance of the room and reaching it just in time to watch Master Worror and the Jedi Knight cut off their pursuers and collapse the ceiling right on top of them, or so she hoped.

And both of them looked exhausted, more so than she'd ever seen a senior member of the order - they had fought and protected the rest of them on their own and, as a result, they could not save everyone. She knew that she could have collapsed that room, she knew that she could have helped them in some way and maybe saved somebody, but in that moment of panic, she had taken comfort in following the Master's command and relying on the others to make things right; at a subconscious level, she hadn't quite understood that in the new reality they faced, she couldn't do that, she couldn't just run away. The Masters, the Knights, the Padawan... maybe some were still alive out there, somewhere among the stars, but there couldn't be too many of them. For all she knew, this handful around her was all that was left. And yet...

And yet Master Worror came over to them, doing his best to mask his exertion from them, speaking calm and comforting as ever and treated them like children... like the children they had been before all this. Maybe he, too, hadn't quite accepted yet that all that was before was shattered. Lyla was sure that he remembered their talks, that he was aware of where she was born, where she lived and how vital that knowledge could be to them now and yet he didn't pressure her, acted as naturally as always, gave her a choice when, really, the only thing to do was to swallow her tears and face her fears, at least for now.

"Not in these service tunnels, no", she spoke before Enrik could find his voice again, "but I've been below the temple before. If..."
It was harder than she thought to say it, to declare to all of them that she could help them survive; the prospect of such responsibility made her almost as nervous as the clones themselves. But she took a deep breath and continued:
"If we can reach sublevel 5 or below, I can lead us wherever you want. I think I remember almost everything below that level in this sector."

BluBlood x JulienJaden, A Twisted Kind of Charm

My post is up. A little later than I wanted, but it's up.

So, more Nadine-teasing (which is making it really hard for poor Gabriel to focus - shame on her... but keep it coming XD ) aside, how do we want to proceed? Should we actually have them walk home together and write another scene? Or do you have something else in mind?

BluBlood x JulienJaden, A Twisted Kind of Charm

It was incredible how right this felt. The fire danced over his fingers as Nadine withdrew hers and while she kept whispering her formulae, she didn't do it without pause anymore. When she went quiet or spoke to him directly, he felt like this entity was his, a subject to his will. He thought about having the tendrils curl up in his hand and they did. He moved one of his fingers out and into the air and the flame followed. Gabriel wondered if it could fly up into the air and-

She pushed him back. His legs bumped against the toilet and before he knew it, he was sitting, Nadine straddled on his lap. For a long, a very long moment, all he felt where her legs against his, all he saw were the curves of her breasts inches from his face. He felt the heat in his hand before her reminder but it still took him some effort to pull away his eyes. Had he believed in god, then this would have been the ultimate proof that he was a dick. How else could you explain discovering magic, actual fucking magic, that required full concentration and focus AND, at the same time, being this physically close to a woman you had a crush on? Was it the alcohol, the time apart or raging hormones that made him so easily distractable?

Focus on the damn flame, he told himself and despite a tightness in his trousers, he willed his mind away from sex and Nadine. Only the fire in his hand mattered. He barely registered what she said, although ignoring her moving back and forth in his lap did not escape his attention. And then, she sucked it up - the snakes lifted their head and followed her call. The fluorescent light transformed the thick smoke into a veil that almost hid Nadine's face. Only her eyes were clearly visible, reflecting the glow of the smoldering roll. She looked more mysterious, more removed, more overpowering than ever, and yet here she was, right there with him, not only sharing this experience but also the blunt with him.

Gabriel accepted the offered gift and let a long drag fill his lungs and his head with smoke. The door crashed open and broke the magic reverie, filling him with a sense of anger and regret, but between the alcohol, the pot, the girl and the incredible events of the past few minutes, he couldn't be bothered to actually express any of it. He joined his friend in collecting their items and followed her away from the crime scene.
Mike would be royally pissed when he saw this. Well, not Mike himself - from what he remembered, he and Cassie were really getting to know each other when Nadine pulled him into that bathroom and were probably occupying an empty room themselves by now - but his parents would be going apeshit when they came back from Vermont and found the bathroom door torn down on top of the million other blemishes to the house their son would have to explain.

But none of that was their concern. Nadine's proposal sounded about right, so he nodded and played snowplow for her on their way to the kitchen. They were lucky, too: The kitchen looked like a warzone, every single surface was sticky, broken glass and puddles of spilled liquids covered the floor and, most terrifyingly, virtually every bottle, pitcher, can and glass in the room were empty. The only ray of light was a bottle of Tequila with about two big shot's worth of content left in it.

He gave her a cocky grin as he presented his bounty.
"Share the bottle?"

BluBlood x JulienJaden, A Twisted Kind of Charm

I'm familiar with Tool - A friend in high school was crazy about them and had me listen to some of their songs. It's cool, just not entirely my thing.
Now that I think about it, I haven't really been listening to Metal in the last few years but I've shifted more towards stuff like Two Steps From Hell. But I do like some Twisted Sister every now and then. :P

Anyway, I hope you had a great time, with or without work. :)

I'll see if I can come up with something now. If not, I'll see about posting after I've had a couple of hours of sleep.

Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

Collab with @Atrophy

"Vigilance!"

It wasn't particularly difficult to find them. By the time he had reached the restaurant where the girl was supposed to be - and where he never actually expected her to stay, they never did - the screams and gunshots had started, sending the pedestrians running in panic and luring Cain into an alley with three Rat bodies in pretty bad shape. He groaned when he saw them, already suspecting that things just got a whole lot more complicated for him. He hardly even registered the unusual couple, a young man and a goblin, he saw somewhere in the alley, couldn't have even said where he saw them, because at that point, Cain heard more racket up ahead, coming from the wide-open door of a warehouse.

Inside, he found his suspicions confirmed: Not only was there the girl he was tasked to keep alive but she somehow found herself mixed up with one of the most dangerous enforcers in Santa Somabra, one of the most feared members of the Bloodbloom Syndicate and perhaps the only person in the city he didn't want to fight.
And it seemed that she was already halfway to unleashing her might on his target. But maybe, just maybe, he could still talk her down and save the hide of an informer tonight.

"She's one of Kennedy's girls", he said, calm but firm, entering the scene perpendicular to the two with his hands raised in gesture of peace. Cain's eyes shot quickly to the blonde's face and any lingering doubt vaporized. He definitely knew her.

"You don't know me, old man. I am nobody's fucking girl," barked Valorie. She didn't recognize him yet. The Demon Blood mixing through her veins and destroying the chemicals in her brain told her that he was an insignificant being of no importance, much like this Vigilance. He shouldn't be standing there with his hands above his head. He should be bending the fucking knee, asking for forgiveness for implying that somebody like Richard Kennedy owned her. She licked her lips, her eyes dancing between Cain and Vigilance.

The blue flames around Vigilance pulled closer to her body. Her mind fought with her emotions as she gave cautious glances towards the intruder. No, not an intruder, it was her drinking buddy, it was Cain.Calm down, calm down, you can't do this again, she thought. The sword was an heirloom. It was irreplaceable. But it could be fixed. She took a deep breath from behind her mask, racking her mind for the significance of this Rat belonging to Kennedy. The fires around her body began to smoke. Kennedy, Kennedy, Ken... Vigilance sighed. Her shoulders dropped slightly. She turned towards Cain, making sure to keep the Rat in her peripherals.

"Kennedy's girl? You mean she works for the f--"

"And I fucking loved that jacket!"

Vigilance saw a shadow blur at the edge of her vision; she moved just fast enough to avoid Valorie's kick. The Rat twisted landed on all fours and launched herself at Vigilance again. The she-elf couldn't react in time; Valorie bowled the bounty killer over. Before she could come back at her, Vigilance sent a few lashes of flames towards Valorie with the remaining draconic flames she had dancing around her. One of the flames caught struck on Valorie's hoodie; the elf could see the jacket launch through the air as Valorie bolted behind some cover.

"Cain, do you really think this bitch needs protection?" yelled Vigilance as she got back up to her feet, scanning the warehouse for any signs of the Rat.

"From herself, by the looks of it", he muttered, his hands now lowered and all pretense of peacefulness gone. For just a moment, things had looked like they were going well, but of course Kennedy wouldn't send him after somebody who would act smart. No, it had to be somebody who would mess with Demon Blood. But as powerful as it made her and as ruinous as it was for her body, the effect probably wouldn't last much longer, not if she had already spent the last several minutes wrecking this warehouse.

But he had an idea on how to end this dispute a little quicker. The question wasn't whether the girl would keep trying to get herself killed but if she would push her luck too much and he'd have to step in before the drug wore off.

"No killing or maiming, that's all I'm asking for", he called to the elf as he knelt down and drew a generously wide circle and runes into the dust, whispering a singsong of archaic words to breathe magical life into this spell. At the rate the girl was moving around, she was bound to get herself caught in this magical trap. He only hoped that she wouldn't piss off Vigilance too much before that happened.

"You're buying the drinks the next time we go out," said Vigilance. "Assuming I ever forgive you for this shit."

She recognized the runes. Cain had set the Rat a trap, only this one wouldn't snap her little fucking neck like it deserved to be. Vigilance knew what that meant: she would be the bait. The blue flames wrapped around her body as she ducked through the warehouse. Her ears focused on the slightest sounds she could hear. The beating of Cain's heart. The thumping of feet outside of the warehouse. Somewhere in the distance sirens had begun to whirl. They only had a few minutes. Finally, she heard what she had been listening for; she hooked a bolt of fire around a large industrial machine. The Rat came scurrying around the other side, smoke billowing from the bottom of her singed ponytail. She had a long pipe in between her hands. Vigilance deftly doubled-back, keeping Valorie at bay by having flames lick at her body but never quite touch her. She could see the runes behind her.

Valorie stumbled out after Vigilance, wildly swinging the pole in a large arc. The Demon's Blood urged her to keep fighting, to keep going, but Demon's Blood couldn't fight the realities of blood loss from the injury on her leg and shoulder or the lack of oxygen she was getting in her lungs. She was exhausted, but she would keep pushing herself. She grinned a slasher's smile and swung again at the she-elf; Vigilance barely had to flinch to avoid it. From behind her mask, the elf smirked.

"What? Aren't so tough without you drugs, Rat?" said Vigilance, her heel almost touching Cain's Circle. "Go ahead, take another hit, junkie. I heard Kennedy loves it when his girl's turn into deadbeats."

"I. Am not. His girl," yelled Valorie, launching herself at Vigilance. She was fast, but the elf had planned on her attack. Valorie did not hit the ljosalfr; her knees banged against the ground right in the middle of Cain's trap.

And it sprung, just like it was supposed to: The lines in the dust glowed with an otherworldly blue light and the air above them seemed to shimmer and flicker, like it had turned into liquid glass. Demon's Blood or not, this kind of ritualistic spell could have even kept a powerful wizard in check, at least for a while, and it would have had no trouble holding a bleeding, weakened girl in place practically forever, but Cain knew it was only a matter of time until either a local gang or the SSPD would show up - even the most corrupt cops had to do their jobs eventually. That was why he had added a rune or two of his own, and Valorie must have been feeling the effect because inside that little circle, the oxygen was very quickly running out. With how exhausted she was, it probably wouldn't take long until she fell unconscious.

The wizard stared at the surprised and perhaps even scared looking girl, blue eyes meeting brown, as it dawned on her that the fight was over.
"Don't struggle. It'll only make you feel worse when you wake up."

"Yes, please don't, we wouldn't want that," said Vigilance, smothering the flames around them as she scoured the warehouse for her equipment. She flicked on her radio, barking a command or two at her crew to see if they had found Gish.

"Yeah right," said Valorie as she took a few final gasps of the remaining oxygen. Her head was going light as she stared down Cain. She struggled up to her feet, throwing a punch that bounced off of the runic prison. The confidence in her eyes drained out as she thrashed against the barrier again and again. She had to find a way to interrupt the runes. She could maybe scribe out a counterspell. She dug in her purse as the vision around the edge of her eyes blurred, her hand gripping on the edge of her knife. Blood was a more powerful reagent than whatever this old man had used. The Demon's Blood told her that she could easily annul this barrier; her body suggested otherwise. Her head began to swim, the knife clattered against the runes, and her vision went black as she collapsed to the ground.

One final, defiant kick against the prison and the girl was out.

"I see you have almost as little concern for her brain cells as she does," said Vigilance, staring down at the passed out girl. "Cain, I've seen plenty of these types before. You'd be doing her a favor if you just let her asphyxiate."

"Maybe", he responded pensively, but nonetheless swiping his hands through the air and speaking a few more words of power in Hebrew to release the spell. The air filled the vacuum around Valorie's body with a hiss as the wall came down and the girl audibly sucked in the oxygen, even though she wouldn't regain consciousness for quite some time, or so Cain hoped.

"But you didn't see me in my wildest years, Narcissa. A little Demon's Blood and a failed stint with some Rats?"
He grinned. "I'm lucky I didn't run into somebody like you back then. That is, stunningly attractive, smart and deadly."

He knelt down and picked up the unconscious girl. It was scary how light she was, more like a doll than an actual woman. It wiped all semblance of a smile off his face.

"She's only a kid. A runaway maybe, I don't know. Look at her: Drugged up to her eyes and half-starved." Cain sighed. "I've done a lot of things in my - what did you call it? - 'short' life but I'm not at the point where I won't at least try to give a girl like her a chance. Not yet."

"How heroic. Kennedy must be paying you well," said Vigilance, lifting the mask from her face. A wisp of snow white hair fell over her pale face. She gave Cain a slight smile and then turned to go; she still had to reunite with her crew and keep an eye on Gish. "As always, it was a pleasure seeing you, although I wish we'd been sharing a bottle of scotch instead of saving some rebelling child. Take care, Cain."

"It was all mine, Lady Veclis." He smiled back. "We'll see about that bottle, next week."

He watched as the Wyrmblood left the warehouse and hung back for a moment, as long as he dared, to give her just the slightest headstart, in case somebody was waiting for the elf - he wouldn't put it past the Faerie to have somebody watch the elf and see if she did anything that wasn't exactly as she had ordered. But the sirens drew ever closer and it was high time he and his involuntary charge left as well. And so he stepped outside and, as discretely as possible with an unconscious women in his arms, he crept down the alley.

BluBlood x JulienJaden, A Twisted Kind of Charm

The bump of her hip, the corset, the way she looked at him... The entire situation was decidedly un-friendly. Had he been a little more drunk than he was, maybe he would have done something stupid like reach out for her, let his hand roam and see if he got away with it. Had he been a little more sober, perhaps he would have talked more, flirted more, and things might have developed further in that direction. But as it was, Gabriel was a little horny, a little curious, and uncharacteristically submissive.

The prick at his finger wasn't painful but confusing. Why were they here again? It seemed like every time his mind settled for her explanation and reasoning, he picked up a signal that spoke of carnal pleasures. Nadine had always been flirty and a bit of a tease, even, or maybe especially, towards him, but something was different now and he couldn't tell what it was. Was she seeing him differently? Did he see her in a different light? Maybe one, maybe the other, maybe both, but that didn't cover all of it. What he didn't realize, not at that moment in the bathroom, was that she had changed, that her aura, for a lack of better word, was darker, more confident, more powerful, and it drew him to her, not only her person or body but also to what it was that had brought about that change.

"Watch..."

It was like witnessing a transformation. The Nadine he knew left the room and somebody else took her place, somebody who didn't struggle with finding appreciation for her art, somebody who didn't share some of his issues at home, somebody who was so completely sure of herself that it spilled over to Gabriel. Only the faintest recoil, the natural, unavoidable reflex, went through his body when the flames started acting strange, as if they had a will of their own. But he wouldn't have met her hands halfway if the words he heard, and the glance she gave weren't familiar, almost loving, free of all malice and reservation. He was wrong after all - it was the same woman, only different, and yet the both of them had no idea that any change she'd been through was nothing compared to what they would experience together.

So he reached out and did as she told him, accepted her offer, put his hands in her's. The flames seemed almost cool to the touch, compared to the warmth of her palms, even as the snake-like flicker found its way through the gaps between his fingers. Gabriel felt his mind slipping back towards the tempting woman in front of him and immediately, the flames reacted and the heat rose slightly, but he didn't pull back. He focused on the entity of blood and fire and trusted the person in front of him, intertwined as they were, and the hint of pain receded.

His eyes searched for hers and when they met, a smile spread on his face and there was only one thing he could say, only one thing that was appropriate in a situation like this:
"Ho. Ly. Fuck."

Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

Collab with @Atrophy

Cab rides were great. All you had to do was get in a car somewhere, tune out and then, sometime later, you were wherever you wanted to go. It gave you time to process anything that was on your mind, to nurse wounds, to fight the urge to throw up, to get ready for whatever you were going to do... whichever the situation called for.

But cab rides were awful. They smelled, the drivers were greedy bastards who either showed no regard for their passengers and had some awful music turned to full blast or were nosey as fuck and would shut up unless you paid them to or threatened their life. During the rush hours, there was no way in hell they got you anywhere in the city in less than an hour, even if your destination was literally two blocks away, and virtually all of them were involved with one faction or other, so if you wanted to get from A to B without the entire city knowing about it, taking a cab was not an option.

The streets were busy as usual tonight but luckily, Francis Cain was in no hurry, not worried about raising anybody's attention and he needed a moment to think.

It had come as a surprise to him that Nyxvira Bloodbloom, of all people, had offered him a considerable compensation for finding the Somabra Slayer. Well, that wasn't entirely correct. The job was to talk to some Catholic priest from the the outskirts of the city who apparently happened to be the spiritual guide to two victims of the Slayer, and the Faerie wanted to know what he knew, if anything.

Of course, that wasn't out of the goodness of her heart. Nobody who sunbathed and stuffed their face while conducting a business meeting on a serial killer would do so for the benefit of all. Or, as she had put it:
"I'm fucking sick of people looking to me every-time some prozzie ends up dead."

The simple truth of the matter was that the Queenpin of Santa Somabra was surrounded by a lot of idiots who could follow simple orders and were unquestioningly loyal but also had trouble remembering to breathe when faced with something as challenging as simple arithmetic. The few that were capable either were more concerned with administrative work or, like Vigilance, had other work to attend to. She chose the easy way out: Hire somebody who has some experience with investigations, see if it leads anywhere and if it doesn't or if he turns up dead, it's no loss.

Not that he himself had high hopes for this padre and what he had to offer, but one thing was certain: If this lead somewhere, he would follow it up, with or without being put on Bloodbloom's payroll. If only Narcissa hadn't postponed their weekly drink date for some work assignment... he could have used a drink right about now.

That was the train of thoughts rolling through Francis' head as he stared blankly out the cab window at busy stands and bright lights of Chinatown, the smoke of the cigarette in his mouth adding an ethereal quality to the sight as it lazily rose through his gaze, until the phone in his coat started to ring.
The caller ID was that of one Richard Kennedy, an old friend of Cain's in the SSPD. If there was one thing he knew, it was that Kennedy never called unless he had a favor to ask.

After one more drag from the cigarette, Francis answered the phone and exhaled more than he spoke:
""Hello Rich. What's urgent today?"

"You act like I only call when--screw it," said Rich. "I just got word from one of my informants that some pests are about to try to overturn a goblin workshop in Chinatown. I normally wouldn't bother you on something as trivial as this, but my personal rat thought it would be a great idea if she got herself involved. She just texted me her brilliant idea to try and save that green son of a bitch by sneaking him out right in front of the same group of Rats she led to his place."

A barrage of gunshots cut Rich off, followed by the voice of the man yelling vulgarities at someone.

"Sorry," he said, putting his mouth closer to the phone. "Look, I would go stop her myself, but I'm rather tied up here. My bosses are willing to line your pockets if you can make sure that their investment doesn't get her head snapped off in a trap."

"Your bosses, huh? Right, now I remember - your little family business on the side was why Narcissa hates your guts."
Cain was half-tempted to tell his old friend where he could stick this offer. Yes, both Vigilance and him weren't exactly model citizens these days but at least neither of them had ever had their allegiances mixed up while they still worked for the police and every time Kennedy added some 'incentive' to his request, it not only made him question how flexible his morals were but it also became a little more dangerous - after all, his relative safety stemmed from being neutral when the different gangs clashed. If he agreed to this and it turned out he had to kill some high-profile Nyctari to save some girl rat, he would be in big trouble.

But Richard Kennedy was, after all, one of his sources on the SSPD, and one of the highest ranking persons on the inside he had connections to. And just now, he found himself in need of somebody like that.

"Fuck it... I'm game, but I need a little extra from you."
He inhaled through the glowstick between his lips and gestured to the driver that he should pull over.
"I want the Somabra Slayer file, Rich. And this time, the unabridged version, if you please - none of that 'half the pages missing' crap from the serial rapist case a while back."

There was a momentary silence on the other end of the line as Rich thought his options over. When he spoke, his words seemed like they had been carefully cherry picked. "I will do more than that, my friend. I'll have one of my boys send you the necessary information to access our network remotely. Whatever the SSPD knows, you'll know."

Better than saying they had almost jack shit on the Slayer.

"I'm sending you a picture of my contact and the coordinates around where she should be. I'll let her know that backup is coming. She'll responded to the name Valorie; tell her that her professor sent you."

There was no goodbye; the line just went dead. A few seconds later Cain's phone would buzz with a text message pinning the restaurant Rich's girl was waiting in and a somewhat blurry picture. The young woman in the photo had blonde hair tied up in a loose bun. Her eyes looked angered and a sneer formed on her lips that grasped a burning cigarette. It looked like she was outside of a music venue. There was a little bit of dried blood beneath her nose. Her clothes were stained dark in some parts. The way the beer bottle dangled haphazardly from her left hand implied that the stains had come from the woman being too sloppy with her drinks. Her right hand was casually giving the photographer, and anyone who looked at the picture, a middle finger. To most people, it would look like your typical Rat after a bad night.

But not to Cain. The surprise was so stunningly complete that his mouth went agape and the cigarette dropped right into his lap, burning a small hole into his coat and starting to work on his pants before he noticed a weird smell...
"Piece of shit!", he cussed and put it out with a few hits of his free hand, momentarily forgetting that he was a wizard and a pyromancer and could have prevented the heat's bite altogether. He even forgot to enjoy what Kennedy had put on the table - remote access to the network meant that, at least for a while, he was free to use any and all SSPD resources and would make some of his work easier for him.

Yet all of that was not even half as relevant because he knew this girl. Several weeks had passed since then and he had had more than a couple of drinks - both of them, for that matter - but they found their way back to his place and into his bed. What he didn't remember was how goddamn young she looked in this picture, like a rebellious teenager, not like a "20-something, looking for company" she made herself out to be. The last he saw of her was getting dressed and sneaking out at some ungodly hour the next morning.

But it seemed like they'd soon have an opportunity to catch up on the events of that night, courtesy of Richard Kennedy.

"Keep the change", he told taxi driver, a burly man who didn't exactly seem fond of pulling over and letting his customer off so much earlier than expected, but one slam of a door later, Cain had forgotten all about the guy and disappeared into the sidealleys of Chinatown.

Star Wars - Jedi Exile - Knights of the Last Republic

@Sep I thought we already were basically at the end of the tunnel and in the undercity? If not, then I'm definitely in favor of skipping forward by that bit.