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Afterimages: Reign of Night


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iamthehoyden
09.13.2012 , 08:41 PM | #11
Quote: Originally Posted by Vesaniae View Post
I hate spiders.
I have a very strict rule that I keep telling all the insects and arachnids that enter my domain. Stay outside. If you're outside, you get to live. If you're inside, you die. It's a very very simple rule. I wish more of them got it

Uhhh...suggestions...let's see:
I do like the idea of a masquerade.
Does Nox have a pet? I suddenly have images of something fluffy and yappy.
Unnecessary laborers. Sweaty, muscular laborers who are moving something she could hande on her own. But that's completely besides the point of having them there.
Sappy movies for crying or mocking purposes.
Someone recushioned the Dark Council chairs.

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irishfino
09.13.2012 , 08:46 PM | #12
Quote: Originally Posted by iamthehoyden View Post
I have a very strict rule that I keep telling all the insects and arachnids that enter my domain. Stay outside. If you're outside, you get to live. If you're inside, you die. It's a very very simple rule. I wish more of them got it


Unnecessary laborers. Sweaty, muscular laborers who are moving something she could hande on her own. But that's completely besides the point of having them there.
I tell spiders if they're inside, as long as they stay out of my reach, they can live. As soon as they drop from the ceiling, it's shoe time.

Also, I second sexy, sweaty eye candy. Bonus points if Quinn is somehow roped into helping. Teeheee.

EDIT: Or Ravage loses a bet and has to help her rearrange her office! *snickers*
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Vesaniae
09.14.2012 , 11:55 AM | #13
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Oh, I'm all yours lady.
Different Quinn.
Oh, come on, we're a match made in the Dark Temple! We even write in the same color. Do a crossover.
I would gladly loan you out to other writers, but for fear of you wreaking havoc across multiple Galaxies.
I have been thinking that it would be really cool if we, the writers of this subforum, all collaborated to make one giant story where all of our universes collide... That would be awesome. Or horrifying. Or both.

Seriously, what if we put all the Warriors and all the Quinns in a room together? The universe would implode! That would be cool, right?

Thanks for the ideas! Some of these I can definitely work with, although they might not come out quite the way you were expecting...
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irishfino
09.14.2012 , 12:05 PM | #14
Quote: Originally Posted by Vesaniae View Post
I have been thinking that it would be really cool if we, the writers of this subforum, all collaborated to make one giant story where all of our universes collide... That would be awesome. Or horrifying. Or both.

Seriously, what if we put all the Warriors and all the Quinns in a room together? The universe would implode! That would be cool, right?

Thanks for the ideas! Some of these I can definitely work with, although they might not come out quite the way you were expecting...
I've always wanted to tackle a story where the various classes meet their copies, lol. I mean, there's like 900 Quinns on fleet in different stages of his story. Can one Quinn tell the other Quinn not to be a backstabbing buttface? THINK OF THE POSSIBILITIES. THEY ARE ENDLESS.
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Vesaniae
09.15.2012 , 10:09 AM | #15
So for this entry, instead of writing something new, I just made a few changes to something I already had written from a few months ago. I had to cut some parts that contradicted "Afterimages" canon, but I think what's left is decent.

4. In Which I Refurbish Old Material Because I’m Too Lazy to Write Anything New
Dromund Kaas
15 ATC



Darth Nox loved parties.

So many people crowded together, pulsing with emotion, the lights of their lives blazing in the back of her mind. It was glorious. She stood in a corner, in the shadows, and let the sensations wash over her—sight, sound, Force. She leaned back against the wall, let her eyelids drift partway closed, and drank it in like water.

“I thought I’d find you here,” said a familiar voice from beside her.

Nox whirled around, one hand going to her lightsaber.

The speaker was, as she had expected from the voice, a short Sith Pureblood woman dressed in regal black armor. “Oh, calm down, Nox,” she said irritably.

“Darth A’tro,” Nox said coolly, inclining her head. She paused for a moment, then gave the woman an incredulous look. “Where the hell have you been?” she all but shrieked.

The Emperor’s Wrath rolled her eyes. “That is none of your damn business.”

“You’ve been gone for more than six months!”

“Some missions take time.”

“Sure they do,” Nox said skeptically. “How did you sneak up on me, anyway? I’ve been watching the door.”

“There is a back door, you know.”

Nox smacked a hand against her forehead. “Damn! Of course there is! Some assassin I am.”

“Oh, get over yourself,” A’tro said amusedly. She looked around. “How’s the party?”

“Decent, I suppose. I’ve been to more exciting occasions. Remember last year’s Sacking party, when Lord Taodren started a duel with what’s-his-name, that friend of yours?”

“Lord Savadar,” A’tro answered. “And it wasn’t much of a duel.”

“Maybe not, but at least it was interesting.” Nox thought for a moment. “You were at the one two years ago, right? Remember when some apprentice started a riot?”

“I was there; I did not participate.” A’tro gave Nox a pointed look. “Unlike some people.”

“’Some people’ don’t consider themselves above fun,” Nox said indignantly.

“I am the Emperor’s Wrath,” A’tro said with great dignity. “My personal amusement is secondary to the well-being of the Empire.”

“The sad thing is, I know you well enough to know that you’re not joking,” Nox muttered.

“We’re at war. Someone has to take it seriously.”

“Yet here you are at a party.”

“I have nothing against parties.”

“You’re awfully cheerful tonight,” Nox observed abruptly.

A’tro quirked one of her forehead ridges upward in an expression equivalent to a human’s raised eyebrow. “What gave you that impression?”

“You’re smiling,” Nox said in tones of mingled awe and horror. “And you have this strange glow around you…dark blood of the Emperor, you’re pregnant, aren’t you.”

The Wrath’s golden eyes widened. “What? No!

“No, of course not, how silly of me,” Nox said thoughtfully. “But that is a logical explanation for your absence. I won’t tell anyone, of course.”

“How you came to that conclusion is utterly beyond me.”

“I know how you Purebloods are about continuing the family lines.”

“Why does everyone assume that?” A’tro wondered. “I have a war to fight and an Empire to maintain. I don’t have time for that kind of nonsense.”

“I can see through your lies, my dear,” Nox said mildly.

“If I ever have children, which I assure you is not going to happen, I’ll be sure to name them all after you,” A’tro said sarcastically. “I’ll have three—Paranoia, Insanity, and Delusion.”

“You left out Lethal and Stunningly Beautiful,” Nox informed her. “And trying to distract me isn’t going to work.”

A’tro sighed heavily. “Allow me to make myself perfectly clear: Did not happen. Will not. Ever. Happen.”

“Whatever you say,” Nox smirked. “Congratulations anyway.”

“You’re insane.”

“So I’ve been told.”


Since this story is part of the Sunsetverse, a.k.a. the Afterimages universe, in this universe Nox's assumptions are incorrect. In another universe, however... The possibilities are infinite!
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Vesaniae
09.17.2012 , 11:11 AM | #16
5. In Which Nox and Ravage Discuss Srs Bsns
Kaas City, Dromund Kaas
15 ATC



“You’re being completely unreasonable,” Ravage said flatly.

“I think it’s a perfectly logical request,” Nox retorted. “It’s not as if it would be that difficult for you.”

“It’s the principle of the thing, though.”

“Nonsense. It’s what you deserve for having such low standards.”

“It’s not my fault it didn’t work.”

Nox rolled her eyes. “Please. Admit it, you’re not even trying anymore.”

“Believe me,” Ravage said through gritted teeth, “I am doing the best that I can.”

“Then you’ll just have to step up your game,” Nox said sweetly. “Because I’m getting bored.”

“That can be arranged,” Ravage said ominously.

Nox clapped her hands excitedly. “Wonderful! I can’t wait. Now, about settling up…”

Ravage glared at her. “You’re being petty.”

“I’m a Sith. Aren’t we all?”

“This is different,” Ravage insisted.

“I really don’t see how that is. It’s a completely reasonable arrangement.”

“For you, maybe. But not for me.”

Nox sighed. “Your last assassin destroyed my sofa and I want you to pay for a new one. What’s so horrible about that?”

“Such a concession is beneath me,” Ravage said with dignity.

“And I’d like my sofa to be beneath me, but it’s broken.” Nox pouted at him. “And it’s all your fault.”

“If the assassin was so utterly incompetent that he succeeded only in dispatching inanimate objects rather than his quarry, I hardly see how I am to blame.”

“You sent him!” Nox said indignantly. “For all I know, you expressly ordered him to ruin my furniture.” The pout returned with greater force. “I liked that sofa.”

“I assure you, when I dispatched that assassin, the only thing on my mind was your demise,” Ravage said.

Nox put her hands on her hips. “Well, you’ll have to settle for my sofa’s demise—and by settle, I mean buy me a new one.”

Ravage looked skeptical. “And why in the galaxy would I do that?”

Nox smiled evilly. “Next time you send Lord Enadya over here, I might not let her leave in one piece. Or at all.”

Ravage shrugged. “Do as you like; I have apprentices to spare.”

“I know she’s your favorite, Ravage,” Nox purred. “I know you use her skills for all kinds of things...”

“I fail to see how that is relevant,” Ravage said flatly.

“Now, now,” Nox said sternly. “You know you’d miss Enadya if she was gone. It would be a pity if something happened to her—say, if she ran afoul of a hungry Dashade. She wouldn’t be so pretty when he was done with her. Not that there would be much left to look at.” She pursed her lips thoughtfully. “Now, wherever might she run across one of those?”

“Fine,” Ravage snapped. “I’ll buy your damn sofa. Just keep your monster away from my apprentices.”

Nox laughed. “I knew you were a reasonable man, Ravage. I’ll send you the bill as soon as I get to Ai’kya.”
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irishfino
09.17.2012 , 11:28 AM | #17
Quote: Originally Posted by Vesaniae View Post
“And I’d like my sofa to be beneath me, but it’s broken.” Nox pouted at him. “And it’s all your fault.”

“If the assassin was so utterly incompetent that he succeeded only in dispatching inanimate objects rather than his quarry, I hardly see how I am to blame.”

“You sent him!” Nox said indignantly. “For all I know, you expressly ordered him to ruin my furniture.” The pout returned with greater force. “I liked that sofa.”

“I assure you, when I dispatched that assassin, the only thing on my mind was your demise,” Ravage said.

Nox put her hands on her hips. “Well, you’ll have to settle for my sofa’s demise—and by settle, I mean buy me a new one.”
AAHAHAHHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAH!! That poor sofa!
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bright_ephemera
09.17.2012 , 11:29 AM | #18
Quote: Originally Posted by Vesaniae View Post
“Your last assassin destroyed my sofa and I want you to pay for a new one. What’s so horrible about that?”

“Such a concession is beneath me,” Ravage said with dignity.

“And I’d like my sofa to be beneath me, but it’s broken.” Nox pouted at him. “And it’s all your fault.”

“If the assassin was so utterly incompetent that he succeeded only in dispatching inanimate objects rather than his quarry, I hardly see how I am to blame.”
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irishfino
09.23.2012 , 01:39 PM | #19
I'll probably die if you group with me, but I'll go out with both lightsabers drawn stabbing someone in the face. Probably you, but it's cool. Forever Shenanigans!!

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Vesaniae
12.07.2012 , 05:02 PM | #20
Why, look! I wrote something! Imagine that...

6. In Which Nox Is Conniving and Stuff Happens…Or Does It?
Kaas City, Dromund Kaas
15 ATC



Nox lounged on the sofa in the living room of her chambers, watching the Republic HoloNet. It was simple enough to get around the blockers, and the Republic shows were always so delightfully…different. She flipped though the channels, trying to find something interesting.

Andronikos Revel entered the room and started to walk past, then did a double take as he looked at the holoproj. “Isn’t that a Republic channel?”

“Mhmm. Did you want something?”

“Talos says you’re thinking of leaving the planet soon. Thought I’d see if that was true.” Andronikos looked at the projector and shook his head. “You watch that stuff for fun?”

“You never noticed that the Fata Morgana’s HoloNet access is set to Republic channels?” Nox asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I always figured it was a glitch with the Morgana’s transmitter. Never took you for the type who watched Republic holodramas.”

“I am in the target demographic,” she pointed out.

“You’re a Sith.”

“Sith are allowed to have hobbies besides wreaking havoc and kicking puppies, you know,” Nox said dryly.

He shrugged. “Hey, whatever floats your speeder. Just figured that someone like you would have better taste.”

“I take offense to that!” Nox said indignantly, glaring at him.

“No need to get all worked up about it. I was just surprised.”

“Then become un-surprised.”

“Whatever you say,” he muttered, sitting down at the other end of the sofa.

They sat in silence for several minutes, then Nox turned to Andronikos and asked casually, “So, are you seeing anyone?”

He turned to stare at her. “What brought that up?”

“Oh, no reason.” Nox grinned at him. “Well?”

Andronikos shook his head. “No. Not for lack of trying, though.”

“Trying is good.”

He rolled his eyes. “Imperial girls are too stuck-up to want to date the likes of me.”

“Now, now,” Nox said seriously. “No giving up. You can’t have tried every single female on Dromund Kaas yet.”

Andronikos grimaced. “That’s all well and good, but none of them can really compare to…”

She smiled predatorily. “To whom? Do tell.”

“To you, damn it,” Andronikos growled. “Is that why you brought this up? So you can rub it in my face again that I’m not good enough for you?”

“As delightful as that activity sounds,” Nox said thoughtfully, “I was actually trying to express friendly concern and wish you luck in moving on with your life.”

“I’ll believe that when I see it.”

“You have no faith in me,” Nox sighed.

“I know when I’m being toyed with.”

“Typical oblivious man,” Nox sniffed. “I made it perfectly clear that I wasn’t interested in a serious relationship, but you had to go and blame me when I didn’t want to settle.” She turned to look directly at him, radiating disdain. “It’s been four years. Get. Over. It.”

“Believe me, the last thing I want to do is ever have anything to do with you again.”

“So why are you still here?” Nox demanded. “It’s not as if I particularly need you around. I told you four years ago, you could leave any time you wanted. But you haven’t.”

Andronikos shrugged. “Can’t think of anything better to do.”

Nox laughed. “Liar. You’re still pining over me, aren’t you? I think you’re in lo—“

“Shut up,” Andronikos said coldly. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She smiled at him. “Ooh, we’re getting nasty, are we? Say some more!”

“You want nasty?” he snapped. “How’s this: I wouldn’t wish a woman like you on my worst enemy, you manipulative, heartless b*tch.”

“I like you when you’re angry,” Nox murmured coyly.

“We’re not going there,” Andronikos said flatly. “It’s over. We’re done, you and me—“

Nox pounced.

“Damn you,” he muttered, making a half-hearted attempt to push her off him. She kept him firmly pinned to the sofa, making sure he couldn’t squirm away.

“Why settle for those snobby Kaas City girls,” she whispered, “when you could have me?”

“I’d rather not live out my days as some Sith Lord’s plaything, thank you,” Andronikos retorted.

Nox chuckled. “There are men who would kill to be in your position right now.”

“I’m not those men.”

“That’s why I like you.” She leaned in closer, brushing her lips across his nose, then down to his mouth.

The floor was very cold and hard when she landed on it a few moments later. Andronikos stood up, frowning down at her.

Nox scrambled to her feet, dusting off her dress. “That’s no way to treat a lady,” she complained.

“You’re not a lady,” Andronikos said darkly. “You’re a whore. And I’ll be damned if I fall for your tricks again.” He turned and strode out of the room.

Nox rolled her eyes and flopped back down onto the sofa. “Men,” she sighed. “Always acting like they have something to prove.”
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