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WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

"I love you."

"I'm so proud of you."

"I'm glad I met you."

"You look amazing today."

"You make me a better person."

"I love spending time with you."

"I adore how clever you are."

"You mean a lot to me."

"You're my favorite person."

"You make me the happiest person alive."

QUALITY TIME

📖 for our characters to read together

💃🏻 for our characters to go dancing together

🌊 for our characters to go swimming together

🐕 for our characters to walk a dog together

🍽️ for our characters to share a meal

🩹 for our characters to help tend to one another's wounds

🤒 for one character to tend to the other, sick character

🛥️ for our characters to go on a cruise together

🚗 for our characters to go on a drive together

🎥 for our characters to see a movie together

ACTS OF SERVICE

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Sender makes Receiver tea/coffee.

Sender washes Receiver's dishes.

Sender helps Receiver fold their laundry.

Sender cooks a meal for Receiver.

Sender brushes/braids Receiver's hair.

Sender helps Receiver take a bath.

Sender gives Receiver a shoulder massage.

Sender sweeps the floors and cleans the counters for Receiver.

Sender feeds a pet or takes a pet on a walk for Receiver.

Sender gives Receiver a ride home/drives them both home.

GIFT GIVING

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Sender gives Receiver flowers.

Sender gives Receiver cookies/a sweet treat.

Sender gives Receiver a hot drink.

Sender gives Receiver a new jacket.

Sender gives Receiver a new hair brush.

Sender gives Receiver movie or concert tickets.

Sender gives Receiver new clothes.

Sender gives Receiver a new painting/wall decor.

Sender gives Receiver a new blanket/pillow.

Sender gives Receiver a homemade gift.

PHYSICAL TOUCH

🤗 for our characters to hug

🫶for our characters to hold hands

🪑 for our characters to sit close to one another

🛋️ for our characters to cuddle

🪮 for our characters to play with one another's hair

🤕 for our characters to trace one another's scars

🦵for one character to rest a hand on the other's knee

🧍 for one character to rest their head on the other's shoulder

💆for our characters to give one another massages

𝙽𝚈𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙰𝙽 𝙱𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙾𝙶𝚈 - 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽

Nythrans are near-human. They may be believed to descend from an ancient population once shaped through Sith experimentation, possible selective breeding, and the effects of long-term exposure to the mineral-rich environment of Nythra. The average age nears two centuries to which they age slowly after peak-adulthood and physical maturity. Nythrans maintain an elevated body temperature in comparison to general humans at around 100°F (37.8°C). They possess a more dense bone structure with accelerated tissue repair. In addition to this, their eyes are shaded in various hazels and browns marked with faint red flecks within the iris making it their own visible defining feature as Nythrans. These flecks are more visible and appear darker during intense stress, emotional extremes, or “Force” use. Most of them are Force-sensitive, though it’s exhibited at a lower level that is expressed through heightened intuition, vivid dreams as children, emotional perception and natural affinities toward earth-based materials. The biology of Nythrans requires unusually high amounts of salt, iron, and trace minerals. Their hearts beat slower (~45–60 BPM) and their blood smells more intensely of iron or copper.

Tarre did not say, in what he believed was quite the show of practicality, that Casimir could certainly wear more than enough color for the two of them, and did so on the regular. Tarre could easily afford to be the most boring of them both, and perhaps even claim the privilege of being from an older generation for that, even when there was less than a whole generation between them: Tarre had been a young Knight when he'd chosen a Padawan, as it was often the case in wartime.

He had also been, often enough, not the most strict of Masters. He had seen no reason to be, when he could instead be reasonable, and by this point in time he saw no harm on being dragged into ideas as long as they were reasonable.

"An alibi." He considered, affecting his steadiest serenity, something almost playful in his eyes. "it might be a good idea. Very well." He conceded. "I am listening."

He did like the cantina, in truth, and he would not refuse a chance to spend some time outside of the Temple with Casimir. Not when it was so unusual that Tarre was on Coruscant at all, these days.

⸻ ⛧ 𝘐𝘛 𝘐𝘚 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘏𝘌 endeavors to cause trouble, as Tarre was the most likely to keep Casimir from doing anything ridiculous ( additionally, Casimir was more likely to abhor most other authorities & intentionally do the opposite of their petty requests ), but that he does enjoy life even outside of battlefields. Perhaps his master thrived in them, as most have seen, but Casimir was not inclined to leave his master out of a little joy. Even if it wasn't always his cup of tea, or ( just maybe ) his kind of liquor. Who said it had to be drinks anyway?

❝ I have heard that there is this new place that is a buffet of sorts. Chocolate pours out of little fountains and you can dip things into it. ❞ Neither should it surprise Tarre that his idea had to do with something sweet. When has he ever led his master astray? ( aside from the one time, maybe four ) But surely no one could go wrong with sweets. ❝ They have drinks too. We don't have to stay too long. ❞ Maybe just long enough to sour his teeth.

He's not carrying many things: he was not a man with many possessions as a Jedi, and now that has not changed. Of course, he is still getting used to following a more Mandalorian way of life, but that is mostly a matter of weapons, beyond the lightsaber.

But the ship is small but well-organized, and he nods his approval as he says it, his attention moving towards the Force and the way the ship feels within it, beyond his senses.

The incense is, all in all, stronger than anything he's used to, but he will manage: it's not a displeasing scent, merely one he's unused to.

And so, he takes several steps to look at the ship, his demeanor curious, and then he nods his greetings at the only other passenger beyond the Priest, knowing that for now they don't have much more of a communication available, and after a moment he takes the other seat, and leans back in easy comfort.

"Never." He replies. "And I have traveled often enough."

And with a destination ready, while he will not rush the pilot, all is well on his end. And the Force, the eternal song that binds everything, is clear on something: he's on the right path.

⸻ ⛧ ❝ 𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘓, 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘞𝘐𝘓𝘓 𝘛𝘖𝘋𝘈𝘠, ❞ 𝘏𝘌 says with a bit of amusement in his tone. Usually he was more apologetic about it, but in this case he was curious to see how this particular passenger would react. Casimir had done his part in providing a warning before taking residence in the pilot's seat. Already, hands are seeing to the start up the ship & it takes very little time for the ship to leave its docking bay.

❝ I've modified it as best I can to make the transitions smoother, but do know that it is perfectly safe. ❞ Unless one calls nausea unsafe. Sometimes, when passing a market stall that sells meat, he thinks as much. But that is irrelevant. & so was the reason for his ship having makeshift converters for a hyperdrive in the first place. "KHLALIT READY FOR HYPERSPACE JUMP, PROCEED TO JUMP POINT," the ship announces.

Casimir calls his sister from the back to come & take her seat as the ship makes its way higher into Ord Mantell's atmosphere. After all, she hadn't emerged to do so just yet. Once she did take her seat, the two exchange a few words that might hint at mild scolding from Casimir. It seemed that Tarre's presence had made her shy. ❝ Anyway, ❞ he says to Tarre in Basic as Kelilah settles in her seat. ❝ We make due in the Outer Rim. ❞ Technically, where they were from wasn't quite considered as much, but omission wasn't the same as lying.

With a frustrated huff, Bron'ig shoved the drawer closed and opened another, rustling through it with slightly shaky hands.

( OVER HERE. )

( RIGHT THERE. )

( LOOK. LOOK. LOOK. )

It felt like the dark side was playing with him. Obi-Wan briefly remembered as a child on Ilum how hard it was to get his crystal at first and the trials one faces. The memory was pushed aside as he glanced at the man again, his suspicions confirmed.

"In a bit of a rush, I don't have time for appointments, my apologies," Bron'ig quipped back with a sarcastic grin. Blue eyes raked over the other's, form taking him in with a calculating gaze - assessing for hints of fighting capability.

The hilt at the man's side is a welcome difference, and Bron'ig has to wonder if it's a saber or beskar.

( TAKE IT. )

( TAKE IT ALL . )

A bark of a laugh punched from his chest at being called uncivilized - something pained about the laugh. As if he was laughing at himself.

"Nudanla," Bron'ig repeated with a light chuckle, glancing at his boots, which were, in fact, mud-caked. "Hm...perhaps."

No need for pretense here as he waves his hand. The threads of SORROW connecting him to the men - siphoning their worst memories and losses - gently drifted away, the tendrils slowly sinking their way back into his chest. The men leave.

( LOOK AT HIM. LOOK AT HIM. )

( WHAT DOES HE HOLD? )

And oh, how does he want to explore the torments of the man, but he doesn't. Perhaps, this could be the opportunity for networking.

"I'm not quite fond of having to pay for things that are rightfully mine, but perhaps we can come to an arrangement."

⸻ ⛧ 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏𝘖𝘜𝘛 𝘚𝘖 𝘔𝘜𝘊𝘏 𝘈𝘚 𝘈 word the men rummaging through his shop were dismissed, the evidence of it being their simultaneous trailing off & dissipating. It only makes Casimir relax slightly, though he was sorry for the state of his shop that would require quite a lot of work to get it back to where it had once been. ( the amount of incense he would have to burn just to be rid of all this terrible energy ) Though he is cautiously hopeful they could come to some sort of arrangement. Even if it would mostly be less damage to the shop & Casimir not having to fight his way out & relocate his business.

❝ I would not call the kyber I've hand-picked myself as something rightfully yours, but I understand if there is one calling to you. ❞ Casimir has never liked dealing with Jedi or Jedi-fanatics. Of course, he knows that what faced him now was no Jedi. But the principles were not what he had been raised with & so he groups them all together anyhow.

Gesturing towards... well, the state of his fortune-telling booth, ❝ Typically, I offer my clients tea or a chocolate, but I'm a little off-put by the unpleasantries. So let's get an arrangement over with. ❞ Casimir was sure that he would not be inclined to have a cup of tea anyway. The man didn't look the type. Though if he had any sedative spice then he might attempt to offer it, but he wasn't inclined to sharing his spice & neither was it entirely sedative. Regardless, he was a true practitioner in keeping the atmosphere calm & he hopes it might help the situation whether the intruder sensed it or not.

❝ My most expensive piece right now is about twenty thousand, depending on which crystal it is. So, tagid li - tell me, what are you willing to give me besides my life to make this fair enough where I won't have to see you destroy my livelihood? ❞ Living in Ord Mantell City for a reasonable handful of years, he has come to know that there was a certain way to bargain with mercenaries ( particularly affiliated with the Black Sun ) in order to keep his life running smoothly. How fortunate it was to attempt it even now, though self defense came easy to him especially when his methods were severely unexpected.

And then there is word of another will, and Yan pretends he does not feel the way the Galaxy feels so different to the ways of the Force here. He doesn't know who might be interfering, but it would make sense someone is.

Then, the bracelet, and something shifts, and Yan would be inclined to think this is but a trick if he didn't feel the way the Force shifts around them.

For a moment, Yan considers the situation. Considers the priest. Considers whether he knows enough. And then he makes one further choice, because the Force is yet to scream beyond the disquiet Yan is mostly convinced is his.

"He sent a distress signal my way." Yan explains. "And I, of course, answered it."

⸻ ⛧ 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘙𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕 𝘋𝘖𝘌𝘚 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘚𝘜𝘙𝘗𝘙𝘐𝘚𝘌 him. A distress signal would only reveal so much. Yan did not want to alert his Jedi companions in fear of being accused for going against the grain. He is, after all, worried for his friend. Casimir feels for him now, sympathy filling in his chest as he considers what else he may do for his client.

Biting his lip in consideration, he thinks for a moment. The location was set, though Casimir could not ensure whether it was past or present. Perhaps the trail would run cold. A shame that would be. If this young man was closely tied to the situation, perhaps they would both have to trust that going to said location anyhow would prove fruitful one way or another. Whether the fruit was good or bad would only be told in time.

❝ Then you should go. I feel that it is destined. Whatever is to happen will happen, but you should be there. That is what I can tell from this. ❞

Therefore, Yan will have to trust his own instincts after this. But Casimir had more faith in the fact that the timing would work out, even if he could not say for certain whether the location was important to the immediate future. ❝ Trust your intuition. Fate gave it to you for a reason. Try to save your friend and regardless what happens, know that you did what you could. ❞

The light strokes on his ears and head made the Lupine’s tail wag, slowly at first before picking up speed. Ever since his leg had healed and Casimir realized that Jacky had basically no place to go, Jacky just… hadn’t left.

Casimir had seen Jacky in his wolf form a few times by now, but Casimir hadn’t actually gotten too close to him until now.

“I’m not bothered,” Jacky spoke to him in response to whether the petting bothered him, and Casimir might have been surprised to realize Jacky could still speak to him in this form. His voice was slightly distorted, as if there was a low growl with it, but it was otherwise crystal clear.

⸻ ⛧ 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘙𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘌𝘚𝘛 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛 𝘐𝘚 𝘛𝘏𝘌 voice. He doesn't expect Jacky to be able to speak in this form & it causes him to lift his head up slightly in uncertainty before resting it once again. The concept of having a pet was not one he's considered before. Nythra was home to large birds, felines, & pack animals. They were not apt to house anything that wasn't useful, though he had heard & seen the residents of the rest of the galaxy collecting small beasts for purely comfort or interest reasons.

Jacky, of course, was not a pet. But touching his fur brings to light some of the curiosity of the concept only now. To maintain just a head a hair would be easier than an entire coat, though how it transferred was lost on him. Despite his own magicks & supernatural skills, Casimir actually finds this difficult to wrap his mind around completely.

❝ How does this work? Is it magick? The Force? ❞ It isn't an often occurrence for him to refer to the Force like the majority, but he's gotten use to catering to the majority. Though he would also believe it to be a matter of biology. At this point, nothing in the galaxy would surprise him.

There is the brief thought, as it often comes when Casimir works his more unusual powers, that he should tell his former Padawan to keep to the most typical skills of a Jedi. It's a thought that sounds like so many Masters, and like those who always opposed sending Tarre into battlefields until he was proven simply too capable at war to keep at diplomacy. And as it often comes, it often goes: Tarre is a practical man, and he still hopes some of those skills might yet become more common in time.

Moreover, he trusts Casimir, and thus his impression of what the Force tells him.

"A false holocron, perhaps?" He considers. He's not so foolish as to ask if he's certain: he sees no point on it, Casimir is yet to steer them wrong. "Or a cursed one?"

He would attempt to locate it through the Force, but this temple is simply too dark: Tarre's skills shine in the battlefield, but as long as they are not attacked, Casimir is the most useful of them both.

"Any traps to consider?" He still asks, as he walks towards there, eyes and ears and his sense for the Force all focused on the situation at hand.

⸻ ⛧ 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘚𝘏𝘈𝘗𝘌 𝘞𝘈𝘚 𝘍𝘈𝘔𝘐𝘓𝘐𝘈𝘙 𝘐𝘕 more ways than one. They were so rare that his answer had been partial doubt paired with what the Force told him anyway. Perhaps it was an empty holocron, unfinished, or used up. Of course, they would just have to find out. ❝ It seems like our friend here was the trap, ❞ he answers with a slight shrug. Intuition did not warn him of anything else... other than the possibility of the guard breaking free.

❝ We will have to retrieve the artifact. I don't think we will be able to tell what it is unless I touch it. ❞ Which only makes Casimir more useful. Sometimes he wonders if the other Jedi ostracized him for his rarities. Between his elemental affinity, reading Force-echoes & his unfortunate understanding of Sith dialects, he supposed he had quite the upper hand. Then again, he could hardly read a few words in Aurebesh at a time. Everyone had their gifts & flaws his supposed.

With half the thought to seal the haunted armor in the stone, he cautiously makes his way down the wall to where the object likely waited for its renewed discovery. ❝ It can't be that important if they left it behind. ❞ Then again, it was still guarded.

Upon the announcement of the hyperspace drop, Jacky swallowed. He'd been dreading the drop since Casimir had warned him about it, and now it was here and he was a bit scared... or a lot scared. Setting the datapad down in a spot where it wouldn't be damaged by the drop, Jacky held on tight to the seat. Upon the drop, his eyes widened and he sucked in a huge gasp of air. He could feel the drop in his stomach, but he was surprised... it didn't seem to hurt him nearly as bad as he was expecting. Every other hyperspace drop had left Jacky feeling extremely nauseous, but while he was definitely uncomfortable, none of his usual nausea ever came.

⸻ ⛧ 𝘓𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘓 𝘔𝘜𝘚𝘛 𝘉𝘌 𝘘𝘜𝘐𝘛𝘌 𝘈 drab sort of planet to garner this reaction out of Jacky. Ord Mantell wasn't overly spectacular in Casimir's opinion. Some worlds held a lot more color than even this. Hell, even his home planet had its own ethereal beauty with its rings. Still, he doesn't mind the place where he's chosen to take residence, or in the least to conduct most of his business.

❝ Yeah, it's not so bad, ❞ he answers, taking over control of his ship from its autopilot. ❝ Just be careful. Black Sun is all over it. ❞ Despite the concerns of the presence of the major crime syndicate, it did help Casimir remain relatively unscathed by New Republic law. Falsified documents had come easy, though keeping the syndicate out of his dealings was more difficult.

Somehow he would have to find a relatively simple & unaffiliated job for Jacky. One step at a time.