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[There are a number of indications that this is a misfire, even before it becomes clear what's going on. First, there's the fact of the username. Ariadne has never once set a username. Everyone who keeps promising to show her how to do it keeps disappearing or dying on her. So she's been "username not set" for years, at this point.
Then, there's the angle. It's tilted. And the feed isn't vibrating and shaking as Ariadne tries to hold it steady. Clearly, her Omni is sitting off to one side, forgotten, at the moment.
Ariadne is standing in her bedroom, sunlight filtering in through the gauzy curtains. She's in her underwear. Of course, it's pretty medieval underwear: a ribbed corset, tied in front, and knee-length bloomers. Bare feet. Green feet. She's in her natural form, her candy-floss blue hair loose and streaming down her back, practically to her knees. She wags her hand in front of her face, as if she's holding a fan. Daintily, she touches her fingertips to her collarbone.]
Me? You want to dance with me?
[There's non one else in the room. It appear, she's been caught in a game of make-believe. Adorable? Creepy? Hard to say.]
Why, sir, I would be delighted!
[She dips into a neat, perfect curtsy. And then rises, eyelashes fluttering.
At which point, she starts to dance a waltz, her arms around an invisible, imaginary partner. She moves smoothly, gliding across the room, looking very much like she's ready to fall in love in a ballroom.
One, two, three. One, two, three...]
Then, there's the angle. It's tilted. And the feed isn't vibrating and shaking as Ariadne tries to hold it steady. Clearly, her Omni is sitting off to one side, forgotten, at the moment.
Ariadne is standing in her bedroom, sunlight filtering in through the gauzy curtains. She's in her underwear. Of course, it's pretty medieval underwear: a ribbed corset, tied in front, and knee-length bloomers. Bare feet. Green feet. She's in her natural form, her candy-floss blue hair loose and streaming down her back, practically to her knees. She wags her hand in front of her face, as if she's holding a fan. Daintily, she touches her fingertips to her collarbone.]
Me? You want to dance with me?
[There's non one else in the room. It appear, she's been caught in a game of make-believe. Adorable? Creepy? Hard to say.]
Why, sir, I would be delighted!
[She dips into a neat, perfect curtsy. And then rises, eyelashes fluttering.
At which point, she starts to dance a waltz, her arms around an invisible, imaginary partner. She moves smoothly, gliding across the room, looking very much like she's ready to fall in love in a ballroom.
One, two, three. One, two, three...]
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[He shrugged his shoulders. He didn't know much about Darth Tyranus's personal life aside from scant details, but being Jedi had always come with a sneer from the man. His education on them came from a tainted warped lens.
He just knew he was good at killing them.]
So perhaps you can form your family with the Dark Side. My brother has plenty of attachments, and he functions well enough.
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Attachments form through love. And time.
I have plenty of time.
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[Ariadne shrugs, walking over to her display of dried herbs.]
Although, I don't know that any love me back.
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Have you asked them?
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[Which actually makes her laugh a little.]
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[She glances over her shoulder at him.]
I can only imagine how frustrated you'd be with the Elves of Valeria. They're even more conditioned to hide their feelings. Usually with a smile.
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They won't be smiling if I eat them. And the Nightkin hide their emotions from each other, and I've been told we don't always handle our emotions positively.
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[She raises an eyebrow at him.]
And I feel you may be exaggerating about eating people.
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[He shrugged his shoulders. Tempering emotions when not fighting was something they had to do.]
I am not. I've eaten plenty of sentient creatures before. Maul is far more civilized in that regard, but it's also not unusual in the galaxy.
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She wrinkles her nose, turning back to her work with the herbs.]
That's an interesting word to use. "Civilized."
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And meat was meat. It was a waste to leave it unless it was rotten, but even then, it could be used to attract a better meal.]
He lived in a place where meals were given and not acquired. No doubt he would have hunted if there were species to hunt, but his fight was directed elsewhere.
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[It's not a judgement. An actual question. Because that's not exactly the way she's heard it, before.]
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[He shrugged his shoulders. He hadn't been well educated on Dathomir, which also seemed to factor into how 'civilized' he was and hence why he considered Maul the more civilized of the two of them.]
What do you consider civilized?
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[She doesn't even hesitate there.]
I don't think I would sit comfortably calling someone who tried to hurt me when they saw me in my natural colors "civilized."
They'd need a better reason than that.