EP

[last_kallig]

OOM: Now the real work begins.

The armored figure that comes through the door to Milliways pauses just past the threshold. The outfit rather screams SITH!!! at 90 decibels, and it's not something she was planning on wearing in Milliways, but since she's here.....

Well, she could use a drink and some company while she plans out how to deal with the latest curve ball her Master's plans have thrown her.


(OOC: Open for tags until I give her another EP)

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[street_sparrow]

There's a very small street urchin, studying her with interest from across the room.

[last_kallig]

Ibani takes her helmet off, revealing a very human face beneath the armor.

She can feel the attention from the street urchin before she sees him. "Hello," she says with a gentle smile. "I haven't seen you around here before."

[street_sparrow]

"I've not been here before", he says with a casual shrug - and she can probably tell how much of it is bravado, too. "Hello."

[last_kallig]

"Well then, welcome to Milliways," Ibani replies. "Care for anything in particular? Newcomers traditionally get something for free."

A drink, but Ibani will sneakily pick up the tab for any food the boy wants. She remembers being hungry all too well.

[street_sparrow]

"Really?" He perks up. "No catches?"

[last_kallig]

"No catches," Ibani replies. "I suppose it's only fair, since this place takes people by surprise when they first show up."

[street_sparrow]

"I thought it was a warehouse", he admits.

[last_kallig]

"It probably is, most of the time," Ibani replies. "Milliways can make whatever door it likes lead here instead of where it ought to go."

[street_sparrow]

"And it's not always there?" he asks, catching on.

[death_gone_mad]

Is today the day for street urchins to stare at Sith? It must be.


This girl is interested in the armor, though, and wonders where she can get a set like that. It looks proper scary, and it might even be magic resistant to boot. She has seen armored people walk in from world more blessed by technology than her own, and some of those woulds have moved well beyond metal platemail and its glaring vulnerability to magic. Most seem to be either that strange plastic material or strangest of all, ceramics.

She approaches for a closer look, if for nothing else.

[last_kallig]

Ibani takes her helmet off with relief, brushing one gauntleted hand through her hair in an attempt to restore order.

She catches sight of the young woman watching her and gives her a friendly smile. "Hello."

The armor is metal, among other things, but not like anything from her world. Whatever it's made of, it's not especially vulnerable to magic.

[death_gone_mad]

The metal parts might shake the suit to pieces if attack by magic from Sarah's world, but then again, that depends on the other stuff and how the suit is built, how the materials are joined, etc. From what she can tell, it is well built. It isn't a soup can that will boil the person inside it, at least.

Mmm... delicious soup.

"Hello," she greets back. "That is weird looking armor. It looks tough and flexible, though," she says.

[last_kallig]

"I suppose it is a bit odd looking, depending on what you're used to," Ibani replies, grinning.

"I need it to be flexible and tough, with the kinds of things I get into." Considering the acrobatics involved in combat between Force users, bulky and stiff would get you killed in a hurry.

[death_gone_mad]

It's funny how a bunch of smiling and grinning can make someone dangerous looking look approachable.

"What kind of things do you get into?" Sarah asks, innocently enough. "And what are those things sticking out of your gauntlets?"

Okay, maybe not so innocent. She knows her way around armor.

[last_kallig]

"Combat, of late," Ibani replies with a wry smile. "And I believe the points sticking out are mostly decorative, though they'd hurt if I decided to punch someone with them."

[death_gone_mad]

Just one more way to an opponent hurt more, rather than a new way.

"I wish I had armor like that. I bet it would be enough to scare those stupid Phoenix gang thugs away." But then they wouldn't sneak up to her and get themselves killed. Hmmm. "I don't think it would scare away the zombies, but at least punching them wouldn't hurt so much."

Curiously, her knuckles don't look bruised, cut, or scarred at all. "I don't usually have to actually punch them; I cast spells on them that make them fall apart."

[last_kallig]

"I bet it would, but it would also get you a lot of attention." Which could be a problem.

"Zombies? I've never heard that word before."

[moonandstar]

Garyn had been briefly irritated when he found himself in Milliways again instead of the Vivec Mages Guild. It wasn't where he'd paid to have himself sent - he can only hope he'll end up in Vivec when his door opens again.

Still, the city could wait. If ever there was a time for mazte in mid-day, it was this one.

He glances briefly at the masked shadow figure at the door before turning his attention back to the matter in front of him. Namely, the bottom of his glass.

[last_kallig]

Ibani takes her helmet off and futilely runs one hand through her hair in an attempt to bring it back to order. Armor like this is going to take some getting used to.

That's when she feels Garyn's presence and turns unerringly to face his way. "Garyn!" she calls out joyfully. "My unexpected visit here is looking up already."

[moonandstar]

Garyn smiles. "Well! You look a right terror wearing that!"

[last_kallig]

"Oh good, that's what I was going for!," Ibani replies, grinning. She leans close to kiss him before sitting down next to him.

"Much easier to pull off an act in the right costume, and this provides much better protection than my robes."

"Had an unexpected windfall and picked up armor for me, and for you. Yours is different than mine, tougher and heavier, like the kind our front-line troopers use. Would have brought it with me if I'd known I was going to wind up here."

[moonandstar]

"The clothes make the Sith, I suppose."

He nods, his eyes widening and his grin broadening.

"Whatever I've done to deserve you, I ought to do it more often."

[last_kallig]

"They help, certainly," Ibani says, wrapping an arm around him carefully. She's still getting used to the armor a bit and doesn't want to bruise him by accident.

Ibani's grin broadens. "Well, I couldn't let you visit my world without a proper welcoming gift, especially if you plan to stick close to me." Which is likely to result in things trying to kill him with extreme prejudice.

Her grin sharpens as she remembers recent events. "Want to hear my good news?"

[moonandstar]

Garyn has sustained far worse than her arm around him. Far, far worse. Without thinking his own hand rests on her far shoulder. To him, the steel feels warm.

"I wouldn't dream of straying too far."

He raises an eyebrow. "Good news?"

It would make for a welcome change.

[last_kallig]

Ibani leans into him a little, enjoying the closeness. "For once," Ibani replies, smile turning slightly wry.

"I killed Darth Skotia," she elaborates. "He certainly wasn't expecting 'slave filth' like me to succeed at that." She's rather pleased with herself for pulling that off. She doesn't feel bad about killing him, not after what he tried to do to HER.

"I was worried for a while that we weren't going to get away with it, but my emergency plan of having Khem Val hold off the authorities long enough for me to flee to Milliways turned out not to be necessary." She's forgotten that she hasn't told Garyn about who and what Khem Val is yet.