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ten_fwd2015-10-30 09:23 pm
dark_lady_sariss) wrote in ten_fwd2015-10-30 09:23 pm
Entry tags:
Forces beyond dark and light [OTA]
Who: Sariss, OTA [ESPECIALLY to SW types]
Where: Darkened corridors
When: During Halloween Event
Warnings: Probably none, other than a dark jedi somewhat on the loose.
[Option 1]
It had not started as a torment, the ghosts. She knew such things were possible, but only through the Force, and even then not like this. It had begun with shrieking spirits, flying through the walls in a pathetic attempt to scare her. They were odd, green things. Apparitions as if from a story book. Not something that could ever scare her. And even then, she managed a brief smile at their efforts. They did not know fear, had not made it.
But they adapted quickly. They began to appear as memories, of those she had killed. And oh, there were so many. So very many. The rebels she had killed in her service to the Empire and Jerec, the civilians who had gotten in the way, even the Imperial soldiers she had ordered to their deaths.
That, too, failed to faze her. Had failed to dent the ice that was her exterior.
Then they adapted again. And this had more effect. They were laughing, taunting her. The once-dead dark jedi, miraculously alive. That she was weak, and would join them soon. She moved through the corridors, trying to drive them away, her rage building deep inside her.
Then she turned a corner, and he waited.
"Well," Yun said, her former lover, her former protege - and the man she had murdered. "Aren't you looking unwell."
"You...you are nothing. You are a mere trick. I will not succumb to you."
It was an open question whether or not anybody else could see who she was talking to.
[Option B]
She finally, finally knew what to do. The torment would end. The visions were reduced now, her mental fortitude had seen to that. She sat, cross-legged, in a darkened, deserted corridor. Concentrating. Her hold over the dark side was tenuous here, as if she were recharging from a far-off battery. But in these ghosts, she had recognized something. Something she could harness.
She breathed in, deeply, her mind deathly silent. And then she simply invited them in. Their power would be added to hers, would fire her back to her full potential. Yes, yes - she could feel it, feel power flowing back into her form. Around her, seeming green smoke flowed into her, surrounded her. A slow smile spread across her face.
Yes, there was power here. Deep, if temporary power.
She stood, slowly, and opened eyes that were no longer ice blue. They were green fire now. And then her look...changed. No, there was power here - but not control.
And then she roared, half-Sariss, and half-spirit. And all fury.
Where: Darkened corridors
When: During Halloween Event
Warnings: Probably none, other than a dark jedi somewhat on the loose.
[Option 1]
It had not started as a torment, the ghosts. She knew such things were possible, but only through the Force, and even then not like this. It had begun with shrieking spirits, flying through the walls in a pathetic attempt to scare her. They were odd, green things. Apparitions as if from a story book. Not something that could ever scare her. And even then, she managed a brief smile at their efforts. They did not know fear, had not made it.
But they adapted quickly. They began to appear as memories, of those she had killed. And oh, there were so many. So very many. The rebels she had killed in her service to the Empire and Jerec, the civilians who had gotten in the way, even the Imperial soldiers she had ordered to their deaths.
That, too, failed to faze her. Had failed to dent the ice that was her exterior.
Then they adapted again. And this had more effect. They were laughing, taunting her. The once-dead dark jedi, miraculously alive. That she was weak, and would join them soon. She moved through the corridors, trying to drive them away, her rage building deep inside her.
Then she turned a corner, and he waited.
"Well," Yun said, her former lover, her former protege - and the man she had murdered. "Aren't you looking unwell."
"You...you are nothing. You are a mere trick. I will not succumb to you."
It was an open question whether or not anybody else could see who she was talking to.
[Option B]
She finally, finally knew what to do. The torment would end. The visions were reduced now, her mental fortitude had seen to that. She sat, cross-legged, in a darkened, deserted corridor. Concentrating. Her hold over the dark side was tenuous here, as if she were recharging from a far-off battery. But in these ghosts, she had recognized something. Something she could harness.
She breathed in, deeply, her mind deathly silent. And then she simply invited them in. Their power would be added to hers, would fire her back to her full potential. Yes, yes - she could feel it, feel power flowing back into her form. Around her, seeming green smoke flowed into her, surrounded her. A slow smile spread across her face.
Yes, there was power here. Deep, if temporary power.
She stood, slowly, and opened eyes that were no longer ice blue. They were green fire now. And then her look...changed. No, there was power here - but not control.
And then she roared, half-Sariss, and half-spirit. And all fury.
No!
And a smile played out as she - now it - walked towards him. Or, more accurately, floated just an inch above the floor.
"Come, join your power to ours."
Is he completely alien?
The dark energy that seemed to fill the room brought Minoru back to his time in the Underdark. Those memories still haunted him, even two decades later.
When it started floating toward him, he charged. In mid-stride, he activated his Sage Mode. In addition to the white scales covering his body, a white snake grew out of each arm. It folded itself against his wrist, ready to strike. His chakra envenomation technique was strong enough to jump-start a stopped heart, perhaps it would give her body the strength to fight back from the inside!
If not, he'd figure something else out.
Yes
The smile spread, and the green flared in her - it's - eyes. Then he charged, and the smile faded. But with this power, there was something akin to the Force, and a hand raised, to throw him back with sheer, flaring energy.
"No!"
... Are you a Cat?
"Okay, in any other cirucmstance, that would be pretty cool." He shook his head.
I am zero percent cat.
She felt the power encroaching at what had been her arena, felt the loss of balance begin. For a moment, it might even show, in a slight tilt of her - their - head.
Then she hissed as the hand lifted again - with her agreement. But not with her control.
Are you a wraith?
He drew a breath, and exhaled a ball of fire straight down the corridor. If she had the power to push him back, he knew the fire probably wouldn't be effective. But he needed the distraction. As flame erupted from his lips, his finger traced a line down his summoning tattoo. A snake, specifically a large constrictor, appeared on the other side. And it was poised to strike!
Nay!
She was decidedly not in control, or even balance, of this situation anymore.
I'm gonna get this eventually. Are you... Cardassian?
Minoru stayed on the balls of his feet, ducking, twisting, bouncing as she slashed. He was an acrobatic fighter, honed from years and years of dodging venomous serpents. He was fast, and even if she hit him, in Sage Mode, those scales could be as tough as armor.
If exchanging blows could hold her at bay long enough for his snake to essentially pin her, so be it!
(In theory...)