gentle strength

       「 — @kaledeedeshra​ | 3954 BBY | Rishi 」 

“Of course,” Kal bows with an over dramatic flourish, humor in his voice, “I am at your disposal as ever. A weapon at your command– never again shall you have to fear the dreaded gaze of the public!” His grin as he bounces back up to his full height is teasing and lighthearted– it’s only been a year, but he’s already more comfortable around Jav’nen than most, and this kind of playfulness isn’t unusual. 

Neither is the way his heart skips a beat when Vin uses his nickname. 

“I did some scoping around the other day when I went for supplies,” He’s moving as he speaks, checking that all of his weapons are in the right holsters and opening the door for his companion, “And I think I found a secure enough little eatery. Some air will do you some good.” 

Vin wishes he didn’t have this much hesitancy towards the mere act of going outside. He forces himself to smile, to match the energy Kal exudes. “Have I become miserable to be around that you’re pushing me out?” There’s no real gravitas in his words. He chuckles afterwards then realizes maybe there is some truth to what he said. He hasn’t been good company to be around lately.

—  WORN THIN ( Vidu/Jav’nen | The Ten Leagues Cantina on Nar Shaddaa | 3954 )   ( content warning: alcohol mention ) 

“Don’t think I’ve had anyone offer to buy me a drink that politely before,” Uria leaned heavily on the bar, smiling so big it creased at the edges, “So sure, I don’t see why not. Keep this up and you might have to invite me to your place by the end of the night, though.” After a moment’s thought, she caught the bar tender’s attention again. 

“Hey, can I get another of these?” She gestured towards her drink, “And stick it on the big guy’s tab. Thanks.” She turned back to Jav’nen with a wink. It was always fun to see how far she could press the flirtatious act before he showed any signs of flustering, but she imagined he was used to it by then. Still a fun game, regardless. 

“So, handsome,” She continued, sidling a little closer, “What does bring you to a place like this on a day like today, looking so very well secured in those pants?” Her earlier tease about going back to his place hadn’t been entirely in jest– to her knowledge he had a room in the cantina, and they’d be able to speak much more freely there than down here. It wasn’t a requirement of the mission, technically the only requirement had already been completed, but having more information never hurt anybody. 

Jav’nen had covert skills that helped him blend into a new situation. He was better when he didn’t have to open his mouth. With Uria smiling at him like that, he can her laughter in his head. The unspoken words informed him of where his skills were lacking. After all, her whole career was built upon this type of thing. 

He turned his seat away from the bar, angling himself more towards his guest. Even with his current emotional state, he couldn’t help but smile at her. Her wit and control over the scene was a storm that he couldn’t escape. All he could do was duck his head to hide how easily he broke his poorly-constructed character. 

      「 — @kaledeedeshra | 3954 BBY | Nar Shaddaa 」

“I, erm.” Jav’nen purses his lips as he mulls over where this sentence is going. “Appreciate it.” The tones of his voice from start to finish clash like dissonant notes. This is characteristic of most of his responses to Kal who reminds him of rapidly changing melodies. He never knows quite how to read the man.

— MANNERS OF SPEECH 

COMPLEXITY

vocabulary :    ◼◼◼◼◼

emotion :     ◼◼◻◻◻

sentence structure :     ◼◼◼◼◻

Vin was raised to speak very formal Basic. His mother taught him Korunnal and he prefers speaking it since it gives him a warmer feeling. Even though he was exposed to more casual Basic after moving to Coruscant, he has a hard time breaking the habit. On a normal basis, he’s also very neutral in tone with only slight deviations. If he’s undercover then he can adapt his speech to match an accent.

PROFANITY

frequency :     ◻◻◻◻◻

creativity :     ◻◻◻◻◻

watchfulness :     ◼◼◼◼◼

He doesn’t curse!! He exercises a lot of self-discipline over his emotions and how he expresses any irritation or anger.

THIS   OR   THAT?

contractions or enunciation ?   straightforward or cryptic ?   jargon or toned ? complexity  or simplicity ?   finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind ?  formalities or abrasiveness ?   insult or injury ?  praise or  equivocation ?   frankness or lies ?   excessive or minimal hand gestures ?  name-calling or magnanimity ?   friendly or blunt nicknames ?

IMPORTANT QUESTIONS

do people have a hard time understanding or hearing your character ?  

almost always /  frequently / sometimes  / rarely /  never

does your character’s point come across easily when they speak ?  

almost always / frequently  /  sometimes  /  rarely /  never

send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.┊ ✖↺ @oliristhemisericord

send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.┊ ✖↺ @kaledeedeshra

send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.┊ ✖↺ @viduregia​

“Trevval, hm? Bold to approach a stranger in a place like this,” There’s a teasing lilt to Uria’s voice, amusement in her eyes as she puts away her work and fakes a sip of her drink, “I respect boldness. My name is Violet.” She stuck out her hand for the shaking, a small datastick hidden within it. The main goal of this transaction was to pass that along– at least, ostensibly. That was far from Uria’s main goal, which was to do anything she could to lift the Jedi’s spirits. 

Violet Waxbi was an old standby, Vidu’s second most common alias after the one she used in everyday life. The woman was a smuggler, and as close as she got to Vidu’s old manner these days. A relief to enter the skin of, on operations that called for it. Jav’nen would have heard it before– using it in this instance was Vidu’s small way of communicating that in that moment, in that space, the two of them didn’t need to keep their guard quite so high.

“I like your outfit very much, Trevval. What brings you to a place like this?” When they’d first met, Uria would have said that Jav’nen was the most buttoned up Jedi she’d met (at least, among the ones she still considered tolerable), so to see him this way… In casual clothing, attempting to fit in with the crowd– it was almost too much. Better to laugh than to cry, she’d learned to find  humor where she could. Even when it wasn’t mirrored in the face across from her. 

Jav’nen clasped his hand around Uria’s. The edges of the datastick dug into his skin. He curved his palm to lock the stick in place. He refrained from putting it in his pocket right away. An amateur move that would be spotted right away. Experience taught him that much. The corner of his lips raised just a touch. Training as a padawan was a time of luxuries. Mistakes used to give way to growth instead of opening a path towards death. 

“I’m flattered, Miss Violet. I was afraid it’d make my head look too big.” He forced a friendly chuckle. His hand rested against his stomach as he laughed then slid down to the pocket of his pants. Tighter, more restrictive, than what he was used to, but he made do. “I’m here for a drink. I’d be happy to cover the cost of yours for you if you wouldn’t mind.” 

—  WORN THIN ( Vidu/Jav’nen | The Ten Leagues Cantina on Nar Shaddaa | 3954 )

@javnennavok​ ( content warning: alcohol mention )

Busier than ever, given the way that the galaxy was heading, Vidu– excuse me, Uria had gotten into the habit of doing paperwork during periods of waiting. As she was then, leaning against the bar in the Ten Leagues cantina, tapping away at her holopad– everything on it had a stupid number of encryption layers so that no one glancing over her shoulder would know anything, but it was still probably stupid to do out in the open like this. Stress made her less careful, she supposed. 

“Violet,” The bar tender caught her attention as he handed her the drink she’d ordered, not that she was actually going to drink it on the job. Still, it helped with appearances. 

Despite her harried appearance, this was actually Uria’s favorite part of her job at the moment. The chance to get out of the office and check in with agents, or Jedi, hiding under the radar. Even if it meant having to come all the way to Nar Shaddaa– it eased her mind some just to know that they were alive and how they were getting along. And it certainly didn’t hurt that Jav’nen Navok was one of the most tolerable Jedi she’d had the pleasure of dealing with. 

Jav’nen dropped into the seat beside the visitor. He closed his eyes for just a moment. The hems of his consciousness were tugged upon. The Force begged for him to open himself to it again. Meditation hadn’t taken the edge off as much as alcohol had. A slippery slope, but lately, it was as though he resided in a grave everybody lined up to fill. His hand ran down his face.

“Meiloorun juice with whiskey, please,” he nodded to the bartender. Being without his cloak or the robes of the temple felt like an invitation for everybody to see witness him as a hollow shell of what he used to be. The tight black attire helped him blend in but vulnerability and discomfort hugged him closely.

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