[Day 2 - LE] To Catch a Predator (Closed)

[Alysele Cortess]

"Well, I don't know, really. The only Jedi I've ever encountered before were more wandering philospher types. And they never looked like..." He did take the time to eye her again, "... well, not like you. Maybe if they did, I'd have gone with them to get trained."

He smirked again, before the smile disappeared as she winced. "Then again, war brings all kinds, I suppose."

She harrumphed. "I do have a better sense of style than most of them, true." What's he implying? What?

"Trained?" She raised an eyebrow? "In waxing philosophical? And what kinds? Exactly?" Her voice was sharp like a knife.

[Durasay Mixo]

"I've always been gifted with words. Putting people into an emotional state, or incapacitating them as I reach out and talk to them." His words were quiet, just loud enough for her to hear. "When I am coordinating people, I've reached out with the Force to aid them in understanding what I'm trying to accomplish." He laughed a bit, then looked at her.

"I don't try to use those darker emotions when I do it, but I've got a feel for the Force. Maybe not with a lightsaber, sure. But I feel it flowing through me."

It was all followed by a wink. "Maybe they can follow your lead on style. Maybe not pull it off as well as you."

[Alysele Cortess]

Aly's face was impassive, not a muscle moving. "And you were never trained by the Jedi? Never picked up?"

[Durasay Mixo]

"Pantora is in the Outer Rim. Jedi don't seem to come out that far." He shrugged, looking at her. "When I met one, was during my commision with the Pantoran Planetary Defense forces. I was already too old, they said. And I had my commitment to my homeworld."

He watched her intently. "That wasn't your experience, was it?"

[Alysele Cortess]

Her movement stiffened, but she still held a steady pace. "No." her response was curt.

[Durasay Mixo]

"Oh." He could read people pretty well, Force sensitive or not. Pursing his lips, he walked with her, not saying much.

"Ever think about leaving?"

[Alysele Cortess]

"Yes." Another curt response, before giving a bit of a side eye to the Pandoran.

[Durasay Mixo]

Durasay knew he had touches upon a sore subject. Rhe tension was much more palpable. He contemplated asking her why she hadn't, but decided against it. Instead, he kept pace with her, catching her side eye.

"Your eyes are blue, too."

[Alysele Cortess]

She stopped halfway, her leg stuck in mid-motion. "Yes?" Se was obviously confused.

[Durasay Mixo]

"You said blue didn't suit you, earlier. Yet your eyes are. They suit you. A lot." He offered another smile, then, stopped.

"Sorry, I'm not very good with tension. Seemed like you needed a compliment. A true one."

[Alysele Cortess]

She rolled her eyes, though there was a small smile playing at the corner of her lips. "Well... I was born with them. And changing them felt like too much work."

She let out a small smile. "Well... thank you. That... helped." She was reluctant to admit it, but it did. She saw the compound looming in front of them, just a bit off in the distance.

[Durasay Mixo]

"Well, I guess this is your stop." He could see the Republic area, as well. Looking at it, he wondered what it would be like ineside. Then again, if she wanted out from the Jedi order, was it really all that great? Maybe they were destined to fall, he didn't claim to know. The wind picked up slightly, his coat flapping gently in the breeze, as he looked at the Jedi.

"Get that arm looked at. Next time, I might not be able to get a stim pack in you in time. And I'd hate to have wasted our conversation." He smirked in a rakish way, his gold-yellow eyes meeting her blue ones. "I'm sorry we couldn't have met under more pleasant circumstances, Lady Cortess. Maybe we can meet under a better event sometime?"

[Alysele Cortess]

"Don't you worry. I'll get this arm working in no time. I have a Nikto to strangle after all." She smirked at him, her eyes taking him in, the full picture that is Durasay Mixo. The wind was particularly dramatic. Does he have a wind machine hidden somewhere?

"Perhaps. My next few days will be busy, but you have my details. Let me know if you find anything, and we can discuss it. Perhaps somewhere nicer than the alleys here." She smiled at him gently.

[Durasay Mixo]

"I'll keep you in the loop. Should I uncover anything, you'll be the first to know." Certainly not that Sith handler. Not anymore. Taking in a deep breath, he returned her smile.

"Definitely nicer than this. Maybe a nice restaurant. Until then, I'll see you around, Master Jedi. I'll be in touch." Bowing slightly, he then turned, and started back to the space port.

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