Lithaladhwen: (Man. I haven't thrown this font on in a good while.)
Lithaladhwen: *When last we left our mad-spending Sith ladies, they were on their way to one of Kassandra Wayne's favorite boutiques. Kass began the process of prying information out of Shakti, and Shakti reciprocated with questions of her own, mainly about why Kass was willing to go to such lengths for her.*
Lithaladhwen: <Shakti>
KassDistorith: *Arching a delicate brow, Kass regarded Shakti carefully for several moments. There was something else the young one wasn't telling her, but for now, she decided, she'd leave her be. In time, she hoped the girl would warm to her.* You don't have to do anything, Shakti. I'm a mother and a grandmother first, before I even consider myself a Sith master. Its in my nature to want to care for the students that Maize and I have had over the years.
Lithaladhwen: ......Oh. Um. 'kay, then, I guess. *rubs the back of her neck awkwardly* I just... like to know these things. Seemed like a valid thing to ask.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Grandmother?
KassDistorith: IM: M&K have 8 grankids - want the family tree in the other window?
Lithaladhwen: (IM=in-mind. It's something Shakti's thinking.)
KassDistorith: A perfectly valid question, given that we are Sith, and that Maize and I are two of the Order's most powerful Masters. If I could though, if the darkness would only stop demanding my service, I'd retire to Corellia and spend time with my children and grandchildren. My youngest, Kassy, is expecting her third in a few months, and Ethan and his wife are expecting their second. *The Sith Mistress smiled softly, fingertips gently tracing an intricate filigree locket dangling from the ornate bracelet at her wrist* What of you, Shakti? Have you any family aside from us?
Lithaladhwen: ....*Shakti chose not to question that pointed 'aside from us' and did her best not to think about it just yet.* Well, yeah. I assume my parents are still alive, and I'm still in contact with my brother. *She held up a hand as if to stave off comment from Kass.* I mean, I haven't told him anything about you guys that he couldn't get from the HoloNet. He's just an idiot and he worries.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Still getting used to the Sith thing, though he's less obnoxious about it now....
KassDistorith: Tell me about it. I have...had a brother. Darron Wraith. He was a Jedi Master - unfortunately, no ones heard from him in years. But he too used to worry over me needlessly. *smiles* Boys think they know everyhting.
Lithaladhwen: *Shakti raised her eyebrows in mild surprise.* Yeah, Sal's a Jedi, too. He does the whole "older brother" thing, combined with the whole "difference in ideology" thing. Thankfully he's not trying to hard to convert me so there are... fewer... things.
KassDistorith: *nods knowingly* Sounds just like Darron. Believe it or not, I was the baby of the family. *Kass' voice trailed off as she furrowed her brow, thinking for a moment* Sal...that's...not Salvador, is it?
Lithaladhwen: ......
Lithaladhwen: Salvador Messiah.
KassDistorith: *Her smile brightened and she nodded* His master, Bryce Pyrrin...that's one of my grandchildren. His real name is Bryce Wayne.
Lithaladhwen: .....*snickers*
Lithaladhwen: .............*chuckles and then finally laughs outright, throwing her head back and everything*
Lithaladhwen: Oh, wow.
Lithaladhwen: That's absolutely perfect.
KassDistorith: *laughs with her and gently touches her eyes with a tissue to prevent the ruin of her light make-up* Small galaxy, isn't it?
Lithaladhwen: I -guarantee- you he doesn't know.
Lithaladhwen: So you're still in touch with Bryce, then?
KassDistorith: Of course. He's family. Force alignment doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things, and we generally all attempt to avoid one another in our official capacities.
KassDistorith: But he's still my grandson...the first grandchild, alongside his twin, Marcus.
Lithaladhwen: IM: .....what the fuck. She has GRANDKIDS old enough to TEACH my older brother. The fuck. How old is she?
Lithaladhwen: That's good to hear, though. I mean, we made sort of a similar agreement.
Lithaladhwen: I was glad that he didn't come with them to Coruscant. I think I'd probably have killed him anyway for that, family or no family. *Old anger builds like rumbling thunder behind the thought, but quickly dissipates.* Guess I wasn't giving him enough credit this time, though. He knew where I was, and had enough decency not to come try and kill us all.
KassDistorith: *nods and sits back, tucking the tissue back into her purse* Once the hell broke loose, I was more than pleased to learn that neither Bryce nor Vici were headed to help. Of course, they think their brethren were idiots for the ill-planned attack.
Lithaladhwen: *nod* Sal was pissed. I mean, aside from a general desire for his friends to not kill me---
Lithaladhwen: IM: This time.
Lithaladhwen: --he thought it was generally retarded and wrong.
Lithaladhwen: Which is good. Means he may be an idiot, but he's not STUPID.
KassDistorith: Darron was much the same, though he was prone to bouts of stupidity. The madness of the powerful and conflicted, I once heard it called.
KassDistorith: IM: Among other more colorful, illegal terms.
Lithaladhwen: Sal just assumes that despite being smarter than he is and.... potentially more powerful now that I'm thinking about it... I still need my big brother looking over my shoulder ensuring that I don't sell my soul to darkness and push old ladies in front of speeders.
Lithaladhwen: Y'know. The usual middle-child dangers.
KassDistorith: Naturally...you should bring him by the house on Corellia some time. I'd love to meet him. *smiles* I'll invite Keir and Sarae as well, to stave off him being surrounded by Sith.
Lithaladhwen: He and I were planning to meet somewhere neutral. Kamino or something? We're still tossing ideas back and forth.
Lithaladhwen: I think it's enough of a stretch for him to call me Shakti and not bitch about my shady dark allies of super dark darkness. I don't know that I want to ask him to come hang out just yet.
KassDistorith: Well, the invitation is open for whenever you feel it appropriate. *Barely notices as the speeder comes to a gentle stop, and blinks up at the driver as he opens the door* Ahh...we're here. Shall we? *accepts the driver's hand and exits the limo-speeder, smoothing out her silk dress as she steps aside and waits*
Lithaladhwen: Um. Yeah. *gets out on her own, not being used to these fancy schmantzy chivalrous driverfolk*
Lithaladhwen: *looks around* So... what're we looking for?
KassDistorith: That...*she said, raising a hand to pouint just ahead of them and up a set of bright, carpeted stairs*...Jotél Boutique. He's a wonderful designer, makes almost everything I wear these days. Come...he's waiting for us. I called and had him clear his afternoon...there's a wonderful shoe-maker just next door, which we'll be visiting as well. *turns to walk up the stairs*
Lithaladhwen: ...'kay. *follows, somewhat at a loss in this setting*
KassDistorith: *They are greeted at the door by a slender, clean-shaven man, perhaps in his late sixties, dressed impeccably in a crisp shirt, a silt tie, and a pair of fitted blue slacks. His mannerisms were only slightly effeminate as he greeted Kass as the old friend that she was, when he was a fledgling designer and she was an up and coming socialite on Maize's arm at every event so many years ago.* Béin miet, Kass! You look marvelous, you maddening creature! Come give me a hug! *he crowed happily, embracing her as she dropped her facade and eagerly returned his warm embrace* Jotél, you look even more handsome than you did the last time I was here...*she smiled, withdrawing only a bit as she motioned Shakti forward* This is Shakti...one of my husbands' students.
Lithaladhwen: .......*raises one hand in an oddly-timid awkward fashion* Hi. For the record, I have no idea what the hell is going on.
Lithaladhwen: So. Uh... what do I have to do?
KassDistorith: *Jotel beckoned her forward and pointed to a small dais, raised up aproximately two feet off the floor at its center. Kassandra took a seat nearby and smiled warmly, and encouragingly, she hoped, as she could well sense that Shakti felt out of place* There...up you go. I'll need to take measurements, and see if anything we have will suit you.
Lithaladhwen: Uh...yeah, okay. *she hops up, drops her bag down the few feet to the carpet, and peers down at the floor*
Lithaladhwen: So is there a reason I'm so high up off the floor?
Lithaladhwen: Am I easier to reach this way or something?
KassDistorith: Actually, yes - it is easier for me to measure and hem with you up a little bit. Also, it gives me a better vantage point for the garments' fit and structure...you're a litle thin, dear. But you'd suit the runway beautifully. *with a tape measure in hand, he begins taking a thorough set of measurements, chattering numbers and ideas to an assistant who scribes furiosuly onto a datapad*
Lithaladhwen: ...Oh. So all the kids who made fun of me for having chicken legs. They secretly meant "sexy supermodel" legs.
Lithaladhwen: Suddenly it all makes sense.
KassDistorith: *Laughing he nods and steps back to eye her critically, pacing around her* Indeed! Youd be snapped up in an instant - your height and your slender lines would lend themselves brilliantly to runway work.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, well. There are other reasons why that... wouldn't work so well. But it's an entertaining thought.
Lithaladhwen: IM: I suppose we'll get to that eventually.
KassDistorith: Alright, my dove...get out of that clothing. It offends my sensibilities and you will do me the great favor of never wearing it into my shop again. Millie! Fetch me everything from this season...and last as well.
Lithaladhwen: Pff. *Shakti smirks and strips off the wide-sleeved sweater she's wearing and finally strips down to a plain black camisole. In so doing she reveals the long spans of melted burn-scarred skin from her neck and on down to a few fingertips.*
Lithaladhwen: See? More than having skinny legs to being a model. *points at Kass* What'd I tell you? I don't wear the skimpy things.
KassDistorith: *The Sith Mistress' eyes widened briefly before they narrowed, her eyes fading to a burning crimson in an instant. She rose from her seat, leaving her purse behind, stepping over to carefully take one of Shakti's hands in hers* Now I understand. *She said quietly, struggling to maintain restraint and not probe for the memories of how they came to pass. Jotel meanwhile, stepped out of the way, granting them a moment, as he rifled through the racks his young assistant had brought in* However...
KassDistorith: ...you don't have to dress skimpy, to dress fashionably and tastefully. Styles are trending towards more lush fabrics than decolleté.
KassDistorith: //Shakti...do you wish for your scars to be removed? Perhaps not all of them can be, but if anything can be done, we can consult Keir...he's a Healer and a Physician.// *The Mistress sent gently through the Force*
Lithaladhwen: *looks down at her hand in Kass's* Seriously, this isn't anything to worry about. This was just the one time I almost burned to death. It's probably not going to happen again, so it's not a big thing.
KassDistorith: *arching her brow, she stepped back and released her hand, concerned but willing to leave her be. For now.* As you wish. Jotel...perhaps something a little more conservative?
Lithaladhwen: Yeah. That'd be peachy. Thanks.
KassDistorith: *Jotel nodded and pluycked several garments from the rack, carrying them to Shakty and draping them over her, pondering and muttering all at once.* Perhaps jewel tones...your coloring could certianly handle bright colors. Millie! Bring the bright blue silk we just received from Hapes! Shakti, try this on - ignore the color - for fit only...*Hands her a fitted pair of pants, impeccably tailored and shaped, with embroidering down each leg, and a silk long sleeved tunic, fitted and emroidered to match*
Lithaladhwen: *Apparently oblivious to any notion of modesty now that her secret's out, Shakti goes right ahead and does as the man says.* Colors are good.
KassDistorith: Perfect! Kassandra! This creature fits my couture clothing as if it were made for her! *He crowed happily, tugging and pulling on the garments, pinning the hem of the pants just so*
Lithaladhwen: *lifts her arms up to watch the strange fashionman as he busies himself over her pants*
Lithaladhwen: So... how do you know so much about PANTS of all the damn things?
Lithaladhwen: I just know they go on my legs.
KassDistorith: My family was very poor when I was a boy on Corellia...my mother was a seamstress in our village, taking in mending and sewing. As the youngest, I stayed home with her most often and learned everything she could teach me...about garment structure, fit, fabric, color...so really, its in the family. *Jotel smiled brightly and fussed with the hem a bit more before motioning for her to remove them. He fetched a looser black silk pair just as Millie returned with the bolt of shimmersilk.* Good! Put these on, Shakti...*hands her the pants and takes the fabric bolt. cutting a length of it and draping it over her as she moved* Hmm...
Lithaladhwen: Uh, yeah, sure.
Lithaladhwen: *Does as instructed.... perhaps this is why Maize likes her.*
Lithaladhwen: My homeworld doesn't even have interplanetary travel. Talk about backbirth, huh? *chuckles*
Lithaladhwen: So what did your older siblings end up doing?
KassDistorith: I have two older sisters and the eldest of us was my brother, Gif. He's a farmer, quite amusingly, considering he was the most snotty of the lot, and happy as can be. My sisters - one works as a MedCenter administrator, and the other is a chef with her own restaurant. *takes the datapad from Millie's fingers and begins sketching furiously, stalking around her*
Lithaladhwen: Hm. *nod* Cool.
Lithaladhwen: *By now doesn't question her bizarre impulse to interview the odd fashionman*
Lithaladhwen: So, uh. Kass. Are you going to buy anything?
Lithaladhwen: Yo--you should buy something. I feel weird. Buy a hat or something.
KassDistorith: *laughing as she rose from her seat, she smiled and pointed to an already considerable pile of boxes and garment bags* That is all mine, honey...Jotel has my measurements on file and I called ahead last week for a few new things to pick up.
Lithaladhwen: Ah. .....Well, okay, then.
Lithaladhwen: So-- wait. Hold on a second. Does this mean there's going to be some Shakti file somewhere with how long my arms are, the size of my neck and how wide my big toe is and all that?
KassDistorith: Well, yes, dear...how else do you expect me to be able to design something for you for a formal event? I need something to work with, I'll have a dress-form built to your precise size, and you only need come here for a fitting, or the Mistress will fly me to wherever you are.
Lithaladhwen: *totally stunned* You-- wait. You FLY him places? Like... get on a ship, I need a pair of blue socks?
Lithaladhwen: Damn.
KassDistorith: *Tears of mirth streamed from her eyes as she nodded, holding her sides as she laughed freely* Basically!!
Lithaladhwen: You....*cracks up, bending over and laughing nearly into her knees* ...have too damned much money. *covers her face with her hands*
Lithaladhwen: But I bet the socks are great.
KassDistorith: *nods and shakes her head in agreement, her hands shaking from the laughter as she wipes at her eyes* Oh gods...yes. I have more money than I know what to do with. hence why I spend so much! And why Maize keeps threatening to buy me a planet.
Lithaladhwen: .....Whoa. How do you convince a man you need your own planet?
KassDistorith: You keep him deliriously satisfied in every way, darling...*winks*...I'll spare you the detail and the length of time he and I have been together. It does help, of course, that I bore him four children...you should see Maize with the babies in the family. The man turns to mush, I tell you.
Lithaladhwen: *smirks* That's... yeah, that'd be a change.
Lithaladhwen: And I'll try not to think about your sex lives. Thanks for sparing me the particulars.
Lithaladhwen: I'll ...I'll keep that in mind, though. Good sex. Babies. Planet.
Lithaladhwen: Logical progression. Should be easy enough. *facetious shrug*
KassDistorith: *grins* Good! And that's our lesson for the day. Well, Jotel? What do you think? I think she's going to look divine in every fitted, long sleeved garment I have. *gestures to Millie as his assistant packs up a considerable pile for Shakti as well* I'll send along the couture pieces as I finish them to the Governor's Manse. *hands a pair of embroidered pants and a matching tunic, both fitted and flattering as they covered* There. Wear that for the day. Oh...shoes...Millie! Don't forget the shoe boxes Fsae sent along. Low and moderate heels for you, dear. Until you become accustomed to them. Then you can try something higher.
Lithaladhwen: o_o I--yeah. *takes the clothes* Yeah, okay.
Lithaladhwen: *tries to imagine herself in stilettos*
Lithaladhwen: *too wigged out for words*
Lithaladhwen: So.... what now?
Lithaladhwen: I mean, do we... have more stuff to buy or what?
Lithaladhwen: I shop at thrift stores; I don't know how this whole process works.
KassDistorith: We've got shoes and loads of clothes, so the only other stop will be the lingerie store.
KassDistorith: *gestures for the limo driver to help Millie load their purchases into the speeder's cargo trunk, the remainder in the seats near them* Jotel, darling...send the bill to my husband as usual...
Lithaladhwen: ..............
Lithaladhwen: The what?
Lithaladhwen: W-w-wait, hol--
Lithaladhwen: I-- really don't need any.
KassDistorith: *arches a brow* You need undergarments, dear. Bras, panties, basic things like that. Where else do you propose we buy such things?
Lithaladhwen: Well, I dunno. Same way I buy them? Little plastic packets of six? All I need's basic stuff, y'know?
Lithaladhwen: I mean, cripes, I don't even NEED a bra. No bra you can buy's going to give me super cleavage of ultimate sexy justice.
Lithaladhwen: Just... basics. I don't need all the--- *vague hand gestures* --the things.
KassDistorith: They will be basic, dear...they're just be prettier. And nicer fabric, that's all.
Lithaladhwen: *reluctantly* ...all right.
KassDistorith: I'm not asking you to wear the things I do, I just require the inside pieces to be as nice as the outside. That's all...off we go...*kisses Jotel's cheeks and pats Millie's cheek as they take their leave*
Lithaladhwen: *little wave to the fashionfolk* ...yeah, thanks for... for everything.
Lithaladhwen: Hey, Kass. Sorry if I spooked you with the--- *vaguely gestures to herself, indicating her scarring* --the thing. I kind of assumed Maize might have mentioned it.
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