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Post by Aldric Cibre on Apr 6, 2015 14:10:46 GMT -8
Morgan Neema
The window had just been re-installed this morning after Morgan had quite literally dropped in on Aldric's life. Sine then she had pretty much decided it was wiser for her to just stick around with him and join him in his cases, one of which they had solved the very same night she had arrived in this time line. For the most part neither of them really interacted very much since that point, Aldric focusing on either reading, an experiment of some kind, or another case as they came though; though Morgan tended to be drawn mostly to him during the times when there was a case for him to work. It seemed she enjoyed tagging along with him on these cases, and he imagined it was because it was somewhat similar of the previous life she would have lead on Dathomir. On a personal level he knew nothing about Morgan's background as of yet, but he imagined she lived a lifestyle of hunting in some way or another... at least if her bow gave him any clues into her past. He could assume then that the reason she was a fan of working cases like this was because perhaps it reminded her of hunting and her life on Dathomir in some way. Aldric didn't cultivate a friendship beyond those few cases they worked, but he had to admit that work was slowly beginning to pour in at greater numbers. Today however seemed to be a slow day for the two of them. No case had come in as of yet. Until there was a light knocking at his door. Normally for someone on the brink of being stir crazed, a knock at the door was music to their ears. For Aldric Cibre though this particular knocking left an unpleasant ringing in his ears. It was a case alright... the case of the mysterious Neighbor. Ever since he had moved into the apartment after his own falling through the time slip, this woman had been infatuated (rather unhealthily) By Aldric. She had been of help early on yes, helped him get into the apartment anyway. But besides that she had been little more then a nuisance. Especially with her constant coming to his apartment in order to ask for Sugar.... Lots and lots of sugar. Other times she would make treats, either cookies or Jello of some kind, and come over under the excuse that she had made too much (with as much sugar as she stole he certainly assumed that was true) and offered to share some of it with him. He took them of course, but he was always careful to test them to make sure there wasn't some kind of sleeping drug laced into them. Generally drugs didn't effect Aldric, but in this case he was rather safe then sorry. Perhaps if he ignored the door she would go away? With a small groan he turned on his side a little bit, placing the pillow over his head in hopes of drowning the knocking out. It didn't work. It just got louder and louder until he eventually caved and looked around. "Could you get that?" He asked once he was certain Morgan was in ear shot.
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Post by Morgan Neema on Apr 8, 2015 19:59:50 GMT -8
This new world was fascinating in its own way, and while Morgan would never admit it, she was entranced. She had never seen such a massive place, with so many people and tall structures and fast moving metal carts. It was also hard to accept that men were equal here, which was a concept unfamiliar to the witch. Still, she was slowly adjusting, and found herself much happier than she had ever been on Dathomir. Aldric was somewhat distant, but Morgan liked it that way. Indeed, they rarely interacted, aside from the when they were working on a case or around mealtimes.
The cases... such things Morgan had never seen before. It was horrifying and incredible at the same time. Despite Aldric often being reluctant to bring her along, Morgan had helped him solve about every case he'd had since she arrived. She was surprisingly good at, her hunting and tracking skills help find important evidence.
Today they had no case to work, and were lounging around the apartment per usual. Aldric lay in his bed, doing things on a datapad while Morgan busied herself doing random activities. Currently she was in the kitchen attempting to figure out how the oven worked. Yellow-golden eyes narrowed, and she let out a frustrated huff as she turned the knob on it. Aldric hadn't yet showed her how it worked, but she was determined to figure it out herself. That is, until the loud knocking on the door startled her from her concentration. She hopped up eagerly, moving into the main hall. She pulled the sleeves of her shirt back into place around her wrists, as she had pushed them up to her elbows while trying to work the oven. The clothes of this world were quite unusual, and Morgan still found a lot of the garments incredibly uncomfortable in certain instances. Still, it was surprisingly kind of Aldric to just take her in and give her everything she needed. Her shoes clicked lightly against the floor as she walked, causing her to wince; she was used to the soft boots of Dathomir which gave the wearer the ability to move stealthily. She was making as much noise as a rancor. As she headed out into the hall, the knock persisted and continued.
"What a foolish way to do things," the witch muttered under her breath. You knocked, and then you waited for the door to be answered. You didn't knock until it opened. Even she had enough sense to know that. The knock itself was somewhat familiar, but Morgan couldn't figure out why.
"Could you get that?"
Aldric's voice drifted from the other room, causing Morgan to turn and glance in his direction. For a moment she almost did, as she was quite curious. On the other hand, he was lying there and looking at her expectantly. He was the man here.
"No. I cannot," she said pointedly. "T'would be wiser on your part to get it yourself."
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Post by Aldric Cibre on Apr 9, 2015 14:00:31 GMT -8
As he called out for her he knew she was in the kitchen area trying to get something or other to work. He had to go through a mental list of things he had yet to show her how to use while he tried to figure out what it was she was tinkering with, but it didn't matter. After he had asked her to get the door she was coming through, clearly on a path that was very obvious that she had been intending to get the door whether he had asked her to or not. That only caused him to ruffle his eyebrows for a second in confusion as she turned to him finally and stopped, refusing to get the door and explained to him why.
He glanced up to her, pausing for a moment before he glanced from her and down to the couch that he was on, shaking his head a little bit as he came up with the argument. "Actually no, it wouldn't be. You're already up... already moving to the door, and less likely to usher the woman away cruelly." Aldric commented back, pretty much refuting her argument as he continued to sit un-moving on the couch that he hadn't moved from in a few hours. After a second though he sighed and added with a small nod. "Please?" He added, a word that was only rarely used in his vocabulary.
Meanwhile still at the door the woman waited rather patiently but was beginning to give up hope that anyone would actually come to the door despite the words that she could hear being said on the other side of it. She waited for someone a moment or two, but already found herself at least a step further back from the door then she had been when she first knocked on it.
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Post by Morgan Neema on Apr 17, 2015 20:00:03 GMT -8
Morgan remained standing in place, hands on her hips as Aldric protested the logic behind her being the one to answer the door. "'Tis because you seldom move from that one place when we are at home," she snapped. There was a moment of silence as she realized she had referred to his apartment as home. She was just using it as the general word, though, right? It was Aldric's home. Of course she would call it home. It wasn't her home though. She never had a home, she added miserably in the privacy of her head.
"...and less likely to usher the woman away cruelly."
She sneered. "Am I? Are you so sure?" Aldric had shown disapproval for her methods on several occasions since her arrival, and the fact he thought her less cruel than him was a rather amusing thought. Of course, he was rather harsh in his own way, she had to admit. A surprisingly strong man amongst the weak people of this planet.
There was a long moment of silence, in which it was quite clear Morgan was not going to answer the door. She stubbornly remained where was, her hands still on her hips. Aldric's expression softened.
"Please?"
That caught her off guard. He didn't usually say please. To anyone. At all.
She sighed. "This time," she snapped. "I will spare you this kindness. But I am not here to serve you. Do not forget it." She whirled on her heel and stomped to the door, flinging it open. The woman that had slowly been walking away jumped at the sudden harshness of the yellow-eyed witch.
"What?" Morgan said, her tone taking on a somewhat hostile-edge. The shorter woman looked somewhat familiar, though the witch couldn't quite put her finger on it. Where had she seen her before? There was another long moment of silence as they eyed each other, and Morgan remembered Aldric's comment on her chances to be less cruel. Ah. He had known who it was at the door. Was that why he made her answer?
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Post by Aldric Cibre on Apr 18, 2015 8:38:42 GMT -8
Initially Aldric was quick to take note of her argument towards him; Not because he took offense though. It was rather true he did stay on the couch a lot... it wasn't the only thing he did of course, but it was a favorite spot of his. However what caught his ear was the fact that she mentioned the apartment as home; something even Aldric hadn't done yet in his short time being there. Clearly she was growing more attached to the apartment by the day, which he actually couldn't complain about. After all he did enjoy some company now and again, and she had proven to be mildly useful on some of his more recent cases. The fact she wanted to stay was welcome in his opinion.
With little time to consider it before she was trying to argue how well she would handle the woman at the door and then finally it seemed with his polite addition of the word 'please' she had decided to go and get the door. Something he would have to keep in mind for the future. Without another word though Morgan was leaving the immediate area and moving to the door which was still within his line of sight and ear shot from him. After all it was a very small apartment.
At the door, Jelan had just about been ready to make her way back down the hall and to her room again (probably imagining that the two were up to ... whatever it was they did behind closed doors... again). Before she could fully get away though; clearly having second thoughts about this she was being stopped as the door opened and the same woman demanded to know what it was she wanted. Jelan paused for a second.
It was late in the year on Coruscant, and the winter months were in full swing, so her warm looking clothing was bundled around her, even though she only lived down the hall, and didn't appear to be in a hurry to leave the building. "Uhh... well... I was wondering if you two wanted to come to a Life Day Celebration?" She asked almost meekly, though inside she was having trouble even asking Morgan to come at all. But she had a feeling it would be the only way to get Aldric out of the apartment...
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Post by Morgan Neema on May 13, 2015 17:34:09 GMT -8
The silence drew out as the two women eyed each other warily, sizing each other up. Morgan with her tall, menacing frame and dark-side tainted golden eyes; and Jelan who was slightly shorter and a lot less dark in appearance. The smaller woman was the first to speak as Morgan looked at her expectantly.
"Life Day?" the witch said, brows drawing together in a frown. It took a long moment, but Morgan remembered just as Jelan opened her mouth to speak. "Oh, yes. The useless holiday."
Jelan looked at her for a moment. "It's not all useless," she insisted.
"In the same fashion that Aldric is not useless," Morgan agreed, her voice heavy in sarcasm and making it quite clear she found him incredibly useless. On the other hand, she had heard the celebration of things here were quite unusual, though they couldn't be much different than the way things worked on Dathomir. Curiosity won out, though Morgan was careful to keep it out of her tone as she spoke. "However, 'tis something that sounds... quite interesting. I will consider it."
She looked at Jelan again, then glanced over her shoulder at Aldric, who was sprawled out in his usual position. She rolled her eyes. She was tempted to go just to annoy Aldric. He didn't like going out unless it was to solve his cases. She often tagged along.
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Post by Aldric Cibre on May 13, 2015 18:03:58 GMT -8
Jelan stood there a moment waiting for Morgan to say something, argued on the use of the holiday at all. When Morgan looked back into the room for Aldric, it gave her a chance to peek in to, seeing him almost resting peacefully on the couch. Or seemingly so at the very least. Whatever would be decided on though, Jelan thought she had done all she could to convince them, and so she nodded in the silence and began taking a step back to her own apartment. "Okay, well... show up if you decide to come. It's unlocked." She commented, walking down the hall way.
Once hearing the door shut, Aldric began to take a small breath as he settled into the couch again. Seeing as the both of them found the idea of a celebration as useless, tedious, annoying, irritating etc. etc. Aldric was convinced that there was no chance that he or Morgan would arrive at this party. Not unless someone got shot anyway. That might make things a bit more interesting then the simple socializing. How amusing. A celebration of life ending in a murder. Aldric shook his head a little at the thought after a second and then stood from the couch, passing through the room and to the kitchen unit, peering into the caf machine for a moment before he decided to fill his cup with it, making it up the way he liked it.
"Well I think we can all rest a little easier knowing that's over. Thank you." He said, again adding two rarely used words to the end. If simple pleasantries were what worked on Morgan, then he would be sure to add them in to his vocabulary. Not that he liked the taste of kind words in the least, but because it was a means to an end. With Quinn, reasoning on a subject usually worked, but Morgan wasn't Quinn, and he had to admit she was a little more useful. And besides he was without Quinn's help for now, so he would have to make do by putting up with the few changes he needed to make. She wasn't totally unreasonable either though, which meant he could work with this.
Pouring the cup for himself he looked up, holding the pot out in case she wanted one as well, then walked out of the way, looking to the table where he had a news paper laid out, double checking a few of the headlines for anything that peaked his interest... which he didn't.
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Post by Morgan Neema on May 13, 2015 18:42:08 GMT -8
Morgan nodded at Jelan's parting words, watching in silence as the woman headed back to her apartment. For a moment, Morgan could hear the sound of voices and the clink of glasses. Interesting. She turned back into the apartment and let the door close behind her with a click.
Aldric was in the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of Caf. Morgan joined him, hunting for her own cup; it was one thing she'd found herself growing more and more fond of over time. She'd never had any before Coruscant, but she hadn't been able to put it down since starting on it. It had taken her a little observation to realize the stuff was highly addictive, and it seemed a large part of Coruscant's population was addicted to it. That had been most interesting. She quickly hunted down her own mug and filled it, turning to Aldric as he spoke.
"Well I think we can all rest a little easier knowing that's over. Thank you."
He brought the hot drink to his lips, and Morgan shrugged, setting hers on the counter to look for sugar and blue milk. Another Coruscantian habit she had picked up; it was common to put both those things in the caf. "I was actually thinking of going to investigate it," she admitted. "'Tis quite likely to be tediously dull, but 'tis something I would rather find out for myself."
The sound of Aldric spitting out the mouthful of caf drew her attention back to him, and she raised an eyebrow. "I figured as much," she said, taking his reaction as his answer. "I will go along then." Before the detective could protest, she was already striding across the room to pick up her bow, and was out the door and in the hall on her way toward the apartment next door.
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Post by Aldric Cibre on May 13, 2015 18:57:42 GMT -8
He had just turned the page in the paper, looking over the headlines as he took a sip from the caf in his cup before he heard her reply. She was actually planning on going along to the event? He went to look up, forgetting about the mug pressed against his lips which caused him to choke and spit the drink across the room. He quickly recovered, wiping his chin free of the liquid before glancing back to Morgan, who made another comment. She observed his small mishap, and then added she would be going; as if that was the solidifying evidence she needed to make up her mind.
Aldric's eyes narrowed on the back of her head as she was leaving to grab her energy bow. She had decided to go, just to irritate him? the glare never left his features as he considered for a moment why she had done such a thing. Deciding it was simply a childish way for her to get even at him for the few menial things he did that were slightly annoying, he sighed. Aldric could practically predict that Morgan was going to get into trouble; as if the bow wasn't proof enough, before he was sitting the mug in the sink after another drink of it. He cleared his throat, checking himself over for a moment before he slapped the newspaper on the counter. By this time Morgan was long gone and out the door.
Despite knowing she had done this just to get at him, he found himself rationalizing that instead of letting his blood boil, he would go along with it too. Let her get bored to tears, and then have a moment of 'I told you so' by the end of it. And he would be there to say so to her face to. With a small smirk playing on his lips he headed for the door, locking it behind him as he left the apartment and stalked down to the room where Jelan lived...
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Post by Morgan Neema on May 13, 2015 19:38:12 GMT -8
As soon as Morgan reached the door to Jelan's house, she paused in her steps and waited, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth and trying to pull themselves into a full out grin. Sure enough, a few moments later Aldric was slinking out of the apartment. The smirk forced its way out without Morgan's permission. She had been leaning against the doorway waiting for him. She ignored his expression as she pushed the door opened and warily stepped into the apartment.
It was packed. People were everywhere, talking loudly, drinking, eating, and any other strange activity. Yes, it was definitely different than what Morgan was used to for celebrations. On Dathomir, it usually consisted of a feast, but nothing like this. There was so much noise. Music blasted from a speaker, pounding harshly in her eyes. Morgan resisted the urge to cringe as she examined the scene more closely. She hadn't actually expecting to enjoy herself, but she hadn't expected it to be so painfully loud. She glanced over at her companion, and could tell from his expression he was equally uncomfortable.
"'Tis... loud in here," she said, looking at Aldric. Her voice was not any louder than her usual deep tone, and was drowned out in the noise. After a moment, she tried again, this time shouting to be heard. "'TIS LOUD IN HERE!" she yelled at Aldric, leaning forward to speak into his ear.
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Post by Aldric Cibre on May 14, 2015 17:55:02 GMT -8
His eyes locked on Morgan's own eyes as she stood down the hall against the doorway, just waiting for him. He glared a little at her as she had succeeded in making him leave his own apartment for this, but he was still on his way; the small smirk pulling at his lips again. She'll be sorry. He thought to himself following her into the room when he arrived and the door shut behind the both of them.
And that's as far as they went into the room.
They just stood there by the door, for a few moments. Aldric's eyes surveyed the room, looking from one side of it to another and catching the speakers scattered across the room. It seemed the goal was to be as loud as possible without being as efficient. His eyes fell on Morgan then, seeing her try to say something before he was tilting his head a little in confusion. Before long she had pressed closer to yell into his ear, and he cringed, shutting his eye for a second before he turned to her again, giving her a knowing look as if telling her 'I told you so' without using words.
"YOU WERE WARNED!" He shouted back down to her with a smirk on his lips. He was about to suggest that they go about leaving again now that she had seen it for her own eyes, but that's when Jelan inserted herself into the situation, bumping Morgan out of the way to speak with Aldric herself. She was rambling something, and from what he could tell, she was talking about how good a party it was, but he didn't hear enough to really put it all together. He looked both dumbfounded and bored, waiting for Jelan to break her attention and focus on him.
He was given his chance when she turned to Morgan and shouted "GREAT PARTY HUH?!" And by the time she looked back up to Aldric, he had vanished a little further, just for the sake of getting away from Jelan.
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