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[chaosse]

Who: Eris & anyone!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: e v e r y w h e r e
When: after that glorious shuffle

[ It's another glorious day in the mortal realm, or as close to it as one can get when they're adrift in space. And you know what? Eris isn't even bothered that she's been summoned there despite the impossibility of it all. The fleet is just teeming with all sort of calamitous potential. So many people at odds with themselves, riddled with guilt or greed or doubt.

Pawns ripe for her to manipulate and lead to their untimely destruction.

Now that she's no longer confined to the Marsiva Eris can move about freely as she pleases, drifting from ship to ship with a mere thought. The Huntress, Tourist, Red Fish, Blue Fish...any ship is fair game to her and so is anyone. So the big question is...what exactly is your character doing? ]



[ ooc; if you haven't seen or filled it out, here is her permissions! Eris will be creeping and/or flirting on your character like hella if you tag in, be warned. ]

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[beardstrokes]

[ His muscles coil but he does not jump. Instead, he folds his arms with a congenial smile. ]

Hello. Can I help you with something?

[chaosse]

Oh, I hope so. [ She's always looking for toys to break. Especially do-gooders like him. ]

[beardstrokes]

And what would that be?

[ Best thing to do with strange, powerful creatures is to be polite. Briefly, Obi-Wan wonders if the Fleet has accidentally wandered into a pocket of space strong in the Force and contains Force-users. ]

[chaosse]

[ All those poor Force users, having to feel Eris.... Not like Obi-wan. He gets to feel her for real in the physical sense as she folds in on herself, reappearing near-simultaneously back-to-back with him. ]

It seems as though for now I'm stuck here in this mortal realm. [ She sighs, but doesn't sound at all displeased by it. ] So.

[ She cants her head and looks back over her shoulder, at him. ] I thought I might as well amusement myself.

[ With him. ]

[beardstrokes]

What kind of amusement?

[ He's not against it, simply curious. And she is easy on the eyes. ]

[chaosse]

Oh, you know... [ Death. Destruction. Mayhem. ] Just a little company, is all.

[beardstrokes]

I'd be more than happy to provide some company, Miss . . . ?

[chaosse]

Eris. The Goddess of Discord~

[beardstrokes]

[ A goddess? . . . Or something that believes he's a Goddess? ]

Pleased to meet you. My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi.

[chaosse]

Ah, yes. The Jedi♥ I've heard about you. [ But of course that's a lie. All she had to do was lay her gaze upon him to know who and what he was. ]

[beardstrokes]

[ He pauses. ]

From who, precisely?

[chaosse]

You. [ If she's being cheeky which, of course, she is. ]

It's written all over that adorable little face of yours. [ And speaking of. Let her just tap the end of that finely-trimmed beard of yours, Obi-wan. ]

[beardstrokes]

Is that so?

[ Odd. His mind is shielded. Even a Force-User would have noticed that. Obi-Wan would have noticed someone looking in. ]

And what exactly have you heard?

[chaosse]

Now that would be telling. Besides, it's nothing you don't already know♥ [ Duh. It's "Him" she's peering into, and all that. ]

Oh, but don't waste your time with your cute little "Force." It won't help in this case. [ Just so he doesn't get his hopes up. PHENOMENAL COSMIC POWERRRRR etc. She's too abstract and never constant. ]

[beardstrokes]

I'm afraid I have no idea what you mean.

[ He's smart enough to realize using the Force here won't help anything. ]

[chaosse]

Uh-huh. [ She totally believes that, silly mister. ]

[beardstrokes]

Unless you have something to fear from the Force?

[chaosse]

Oh, it's nothing like that. [ She chuckles, and it's a dark and sultry sound that rumbles as she drifts past, moving to rest her arms across his shoulders from behind and lean into him. ] I just didn't want to get your hopes up.

[beardstrokes]

I'm not too worried.

[ Not yet anyway. And she seemed . . . less intense than the others he had met along the way. ]

[chaosse]

[ Eris likes to play games♥ Chaos is best to her when orchestrated, not torn asunder. She's going to have her fun bringing out ruin here. ]

I knew you'd be fun♥

[beardstrokes]

And what kind of fun would that be?

[chaosse]

Nothing serious... [ Yet. For now. But she does turn her back to him and drift so that her shoulder presses into his chest, hair flowing up and around him. ] Just a little something to kill some time.

[beardstrokes]

Then how would I know what to do when the game starts?

[ Definitely strange, but not in a bad way. After the Son, this seems practically tame. And she is nice to look at. ]

[chaosse]

Oh, I'm sure you'll get the hang of it. [ It's a game of wits and retort for now, and he's already doing so well. It lets her niggle and pester him too, which is always fun. He puts up such a front of propriety that she can't help but want to tear it down. ]

Now. [ She sighs and slides down against him a little, and then draws forward as she turns. ] Let's have some fun♥

[beardstrokes]

You first.

[ Best to see what she has planned. ]