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Post by Vasari on Dec 3, 2019 20:24:30 GMT -8
Vasari's hand rested against the demon's thigh for a long moment as she listened to him speak, wondering what sort of workshop he could have build so close to a Volcano. It was the third such place she had seen since leaving Iridonia, it was an interesting sort of idea that places of power generally were housed around similar such areas. She heard that they would have to move like she had thought and then pulled away her hand forced herself up from the laying position on the couch and called her cloak across the room to her wrapping it around her shoulders not bothering with her breast wrap this time. She then reached out for her journal it disappeared into the folds of her cloak that shadowed her body as well.
"I've slept for long enough as it is... I dont know how much time passed beneath the rubble, or healing on Iridonia, but i'm a little sick of being on my back, if you catch my meaning."
She smirked giving him a little wink and stood moving across the room to the Zhaboka she had brought and slung it around her shoulders as well - it served as her light-staff now and she didn't go many places without it. She turned and looked back at Ifrit waiting for him by the door. She wasn't sure where they were going exactly, she didn't much care - he was right, she had put her faith in him to heal her, her leg, her wounds, and even her very heart. It was a lot of trust, that she hadn't placed in anyone else really... she had placed her life in peoples hands, but at that point it was easy. Trusting someone with your life had a catch, if they let you down then you were dead... and you didn't have much reason to be hurt by the betrayal. For her the trust she was placing in Ifrit was much greater. She pushed the thoughts out of her mind and winked at Ifrit
"Well... ready to get hot?"
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Post by The Fallen on Dec 7, 2019 12:04:07 GMT -8
He smiled and rose up to his full height as the book flew off the table and disappeared into Vasari's cloak. He could understand her eagerness to get going and get this over and done with. Especially given how much time she seemed to hint at having spent so far. He took a step back out of the way as she got up from the couch and moved over to collect some additional items. He flashed her a grin as she spoke of being sick of being on her back. He made his way across the apartment and met her at the door. He opened the door and made his way out, motioning for her to follow When is it not hot with you? He let out a chuckle, waiting until Vasari had exited the apartment so that he could lead the way down the stairs. Once there, he led her through the rest of the makeshift down to the massive blast door in the rock face which was open and revealed a tunnel made of rock This way my dear... He kept walking then, taking her deeper and deeper into the underground tunnel. A few minutes passed by before the tunnel walls opened up into a small cave of sorts. A rock path passed over a chasm, which led down to a lava stream. As Ifrit stepped out across the bridge, two pillars of lava rose up from the flow below and inhabited their armor. Revealing Ragnos and Ragnok, the two eternal guardians My Lord Ifrit...
Stand down. Lady Vasari is my guest...
By your command, Master... The pair of creatures returned to the lava flow as Ifrit motioned for Vasari to cross the bridge, where another blast door existed. He placed his hand upon the scanner then, before the door slid open, allowing them to continue on. Finally, they reached the heart of the volcano. Crossing another stone bridge to reach the massive platform in the middle where Ifrit's sanctum/workshop was set up. Runes adorned the walls of the volcano and the edge of the platform, mixed in with technology to keep the power of the volcano at bay and leave the area above at a reasonable temperature.
Ifrit kept on his way out to the central platform and came to a stop by what looked like an operating table. It looked more like a slab of rock that had risen up from the platform and had been shaped to act as a bed of sorts. He motioned to everything then Here we are... Lay down on this, and we can begin fixing you up...
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Post by Vasari on Dec 8, 2019 14:28:25 GMT -8
Vasari tilted her head slightly at the comment as if considering the comment about 'always being hot' for a moment and as she followed him out the door she tilted her head the other direction to whisper at him."Remind me to tell you about Arkania one time... things got very cold there. Sort of..."There was a playful look on her face as if she had just remembered something she hadn't thought about in a very long time and it made her happy. She walked in silence as he led her down into the heart of the volcano, pausing only a moment by his side when the two sentinels arose from the lava to challenge their passing. She had expected something, some sort of guard system, but upon arriving here she hadn't seen soldiers like she had grown so accustom to on Mustafar and even the military presence on Iridonia had increased beyond her comfort level. She no longer actively avoided them, but they still made her feel off.
She studied the two sentinels and wondered just how she would go about breaking them should she ever have the need and quickly came to the hypothesis that their armor was enchanted in some way - runes most likely, Master Spellweaver did love his runes. She gave him a brief smirk as she softly mouthed the word 'guest' and pointed to herself before sticking her tongue out with a slight cock of her head at the lava filled suits of armor before walking between them at Ifrit's side.
"I'm not sure its possible for all you dark brooding types to not be cliche... You actually make them call you Master."
She looked at the platform and the rock lay in the middle of it before looking back at him curiously as if asking 'you really expect me to layin on this thing?' she didn't question it out loud however. It reminded her of the Dias in the meditation chamber below Vader's castle on Mustafar where she had first 'kissed' Luxeria. The memory flooded back through her mind as she slid her weapon off her back and slipped out of her cloak laying both on the edge of the 'bed' before turning and looking at Ifrit and slipping her butt over the ledge perhaps a little more sensually than was necessary - sure that he was watching when she did so - then laid back down on the slab tilting her head to stair back up at him with a teasing tone in her voice as she whispered...
"Is this how you treat all your 'guests', Ifrit?"
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Post by The Fallen on Dec 15, 2019 22:24:13 GMT -8
Ifrit had merely smiled in response to Vasari's comment about Arkania. Mentally filing away that knowledge for a later date to ask about then. His focus instead upon guiding her into the Volcano. He was almost certain that Vasari's stay here would be for at least a couple weeks, if not longer. To that end, there would be plenty of time to quiz her further about anything he wanted to know.
When they arrived to the pair of Lava Constructs, a smirk formed upon his lips as he watched Vasari's little play act. His face not once really turning toward her as she finally caught up and walked along by his side What fun is it programming such simple creatures, if not to have them show a little gratitude... Besides, I'm not the one that just stuck out her tongue at what amounts to a robot... He paid no heed to her questioning look, knowing that she was already aware of what his answer would be. He was already in motion then, collecting various pieces of equipment and moving them closer in. But even if his attention may have seemed elsewhere, she always remained within his focus. His vision allowing him to watch as she moved toward the slab of rock and undressed once more. A smile forming as she slid her butt up onto the bed, before laying down. He turned toward her then, making his way back over to her side as she questioned him. He took her arm and inserted an IV line, hooking her up to some fluids Well, if you consider yourself a 'guest', then perhaps you would prefer to move to my own chambers? He chuckled then, positioning her arm on the slab above her head. Leaving her side exposed for him to work on as he moved to the foot of the bed and collected the notebook. He set it up on a stand with it open to the pages he would need. He examined them for a moment, before rummaging through a pile of artifacts nearby Though I figured cold, hard stone might be more suitable for what I am about to do... He pulled out a ritualistic looking dagger then. Its surface unmarked by runes, spells, or magic of any sort. He placed it within reach as he turned back to her. Everything was ready to go. There just remained one thing left Given your condition, there is one thing that remains to be discussed... With only one heart working, giving you a sedative would be dangerous. Giving you a half dose might not be enough, and giving you a full dose may be more than your body can handle. Meaning that I'm going to have to leave you awake for all of this... Something that won't be a pleasant experience for you, since using the Force to block out the pain could adversely affect the spell I'm trying to clear out... With that in mind... Are you ready?
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Post by Vasari on Dec 22, 2019 11:15:52 GMT -8
Vasari lay back on the stone slab doing the best to calm her fidgeting nerves. Her mind was too busy rebuilding itself to be bothered with helping and so she eventually ended up distracting herself by looking up at Ifrit as he prepared everything. She didn't even flinch when he stuck the needle into her arm, hardly seeming to even notice to small prick as he set up the IV drip. The remark about her moving into his rooms while she was here went unanswered for several long moments as she considered that for a long moment.
"I find it difficult to believe there isn't someone in the galaxy that wouldn't have some sort of problem with that..."
Her remark was quiet and casual, coming off as musing more than truly inquisitive, but honestly she was trying not to think about Luxeria. She hadn't felt the least bit guilty when she was sleeping with whatever that soldiers name had been, because she was using him for an experiment that she was working on at the time to determine the pliability of the trained mind against her mental arts of manipulation. The Qazoi Kyantuska wasn't a simple mind trick, it was the act of complete and total mental domination over a weaker or more distracted mind state. She had used the art many times before but always on more undisciplined minds, and the times they were disciplined she had distracted them by other means or over powered them with her raw mental strength - such as she had done to Xakire in the training grounds on Iridonia. However with the soldier she was trying to do more than simply control him for a moment, she was attempting to win his mind to her completely - a ploy that she would have eventually turned against Viox Savage... but that was before Dathomir, before her entire life had changed. She blinked several times - she knew he had been speaking about something but she couldn't figure out what it was and she wasn't about to ask again, she simply nodded as he held the dagger above her, and occasionally turned his head to look at the notes she had made within her journal. She had come all this way, and had trusted him thus far... but that really wasn't the reason for her uncaring behavior. In her remaining heart she had already convinced herself she had little else she could truly lose.
"I understand..."she whispered softly, her fragile mind still restructuring itself - still apart from her. This mental state reflected in her eyes as a distant look, and in her voice especially now when her waking mind was trying not to think about Luxeria... failing, but trying none the less. Perhaps whatever Ifrit was about to do with that knife would be able to distract her further from thoughts she really didn't want to be having. So she clinched her fingers and closed her lips tightly together before looking up at the ceiling and waiting for the demon to begin his work.
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Post by The Fallen on Jan 15, 2020 21:46:37 GMT -8
Ifrit paused momentarily in his preparations, smiling down at Vasari as she made her comment about someone having a problem with the prior suggested arrangement. Truth be told, he wasn't sure right now how true that statement was after everything that had happened lately. Despite his efforts, Mariah still seemed to have placed a barrier between them, and after the training room with Luxeria... His smile did not falter And that would bother you? I'm afraid not though... At least none that I know of... Once all the preparations were completed and he had gone over the process, he lowered the dagger tip to be level with the wound. He pressed his left hand upon her torso, and pressed the blade tip into the wound. Piercing the festering wound and sliding it in perfectly between her ribs. Much the same as the original blade had pierced Vasari's side. He was already busy muttering spell work within the ancient Sith language, calling upon the cursed energy that was infecting Vasari. He felt the blade tip pierce her second heart just as the guard pressed against Vasari's skin. His hand pressing down tighter upon her side to keep her in place.
Markings across the stone slab meant to enhance Ifrit's skills started glowing a dull green. Feeding him and the spell he was weaving, rooting out the infection and drawing it from her flesh. His eyes seemed to glow more brightly and his skin started to darken as the defenses he kept up to contain the demon within were lowered. Drawing upon its power and funneling it into the blade. By this stage, Vasari would likely feel a burning sensation as the magick was pulled from the wound and drawn into the dagger. Runes started inscribing themselves upon the blades surface, to contain the curse.
the blade seemed to grow hotter as more of Ifrit's power was poured into it and the curse was locked away. He knew the pain this must have been causing her, but he did not wish to leave any residual power. After all, even the smallest trace could grow into something far worse then before.
Once he could feel no further traces of the magick within Vasari's flesh, he pulled the blade from her side. Careful not to cause any additional damage when doing so. The blade glowed a dull orange, while the runes stood out in a deep red colour. He lifted his gaze to study the blade, holding it so that Vasari could see it. He removed his hand from her side then, grabbing a piece of gauze and pressing it to the wound Hold this in place... we're not done yet... Once he was sure she was holding the gauze in place, Ifrit walked across to the closest edge of the platform. He dangled the blade there, muttering a series of incantations. He then let go of the blade, letting it hurtle down into the pit of lava below. The intense heat and magical wards working in combination to melt the blade down and quite literally burn the magic from existence.
When he was satisfied the blade was gone, Ifrit made his way back to the slab of rock where Vasari was laid out. He lowered his face closer to her side then. Pulling the gauze away to inspect the now bleeding wound. Making sure nothing had been missed before pressing it back into place Well, half the work is done... Now to get that second heart of yours beating again...
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Post by Vasari on Jan 16, 2020 0:40:22 GMT -8
Vasari's eyes were staring at the ceiling when Ifrit asked his question and while she considered a reply the Demon above her placed a hand on her naked torso - to hold her down? - and soon she could feel cold metal against her skin. Metal? Sharpened stone? bone? her mind distracted itself by what could have made up the enchanted weapon's composition but soon all she could think about was her heart being ripped open all over again. The dagger pierced her side, moving through her body - guided by an expert hand - passing both ribs and into her heart... the exact path the Nightsister's poisoned blade had taken.
Vasari' teeth clinched together at first... she had not felt the pain when it first happened. The fire of battle and the adrenaline pulsing through her body had kept her from the sensation of her heart being torn apart from the side, but now as she relived what was probably the worst moment in her life she felt every second of it hit her all at once. She held it together as the knife reopened the burnt wound and charred and oozing flesh with little more than a growl of pain, orange eyes still open staring blankly at the ceiling as she used every bit of her fragile will not to scream out. Her tolerance for pain was high, her racial makeup and the Masters at the Academy had seen to that well, and she had always prided herself on being able to withstand more pain than the other students. But she had never felt pain like this before... As the knife tore through her side between her ribs her mouth opened and she shrieked from the pain. Her voice high pitched and primal. The sound filled the room and her body jerked, only held in place by the firm hand pressing against her half naked body. She knew if she writhed it would only make it worse and so instead of attempting to shut out the pain she shut off her body and let the pain hit her all at once. She cried out loud and long as the knife tore into her heart once again and it felt as if her chest was on fire, the fire moved through her veins bringing the sensations of agony from her side and her heart to the rest of her body in a second as the curse was drawn from her like poison sucked from an open wound into the blade the Demon held inside her.
Vasari's nails clawed at the stone table below her. She thought for a moment that she might pass out from the pain but her mind was not that kind to her. As the dagger was pulled from her body she felt a sense of relief, but it was only for a moment as the memory of what had happened the last time slammed passed her meager mental defenses and ran through her mind like a wild Loth-cat. She had dreamed of this moment so many times, in so many ways... Nightmares of her greatest failure had plagued her for months as she thought it over and over what could have gone differently. Did she fall saving Luxeria from the same fate, or did Luxeria abandon her to save herself atop that castle. A hundred different battles played out in a moment and tears fell openly from her face. Not from the pain. Not from the memory of the defeat. She wept for another reason all together. The tears did not last long however, she could feel the heat from the workshop burn them off her skin moments from her shedding them and then there was the aching pain of that weapon being drawn from her body. She blinked several times seeing it hovering above her, the rune-work glowing faintly, but she was in no shape to admire the sorcery and alchemy that had just rid her of the Nightsister's nearly fatal curse.
Something was thrust into her hand and she heard words being uttered down at her but she didn't comprehend them. Her ears were ringing and she didn't know why... it didn't occur to her until later it was because she had been screaming in pain until a few moments ago, now she seemed delirious from it as she craned her neck to look down at what she held as Ifrit walked away from the stone table leaving her alone... her side bled and she instinctively brought her hand to it, realizing now what she held was gauze to keep the wound from bleeding all over his nice stone table. She laughed then, long and hard even though the pain of the motion nearly crippled her, and when Ifrit returned to her side she was still laughing, giggling really, now at the pain more than the thought that had so amused her that she had now forgotten. Her head tilted weakly to the side, her dull orange eyes gazing up at Ifrit... the delirium from the pain now present in her slurred speech as she whispered conspiratorially up at him.
"You could just kiss me again... made my heart jump the first time..."She giggled again as he pulled her hand away from the wound to inspect it."I dont mind if there is another girl... no other girl could mean as much as Aleena... and she is gone now..."She giggled again... this time more faint and her head tilted to the opposite side, her eyes fluttering half closing now as she fought to stay conscious.
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Post by The Fallen on Jan 21, 2020 4:02:26 GMT -8
It had been laborious work, but despite her screaming and physical reactions of pain, Ifrit was confident that he had managed to rid her of the curse that had afflicted her. His glowing green gaze met her dull orange eyes as she looked up at him. A small smile appearing as she suggested he should kiss her again. He took some cleaning rags and removed the gauze. wiping away the blood, to clear the work area. He tossed the items aside then, and started sliding a finger into the cauterized wound. Following the same path as the dagger tip had taken right to her heart. Ifrit leaned over Vasari then, muttering incantations in the ancient Sith language as his right hand cupped her cheek. Making her look up directly into his face as he moved his face closer to hers. He paused in his incantations, while he continued pressing his finger through her ribs Aleena may be gone... But I am here now... And I do not intend to leave you Vasari... Just as you're not going to leave me right now, ok? Death is calling to you my dear... Do not answer its call. Remain here with me... Stay with me Vasari... Please... He leaned down closer then, letting the living Force flow through him as a conduit. His lips pressing gently against hers as the tip of his clawed digit touched upon her heart. Incantations running wordlessly through his mind as he crafted a healing spell. Repairing the damaged organ. The vessels opening up once more as if inflated by air, the shriveled husk growing in size and slowly feeling blood started to run through it for the first time since before the blade had pierced her side. His lips did not leave hers even as he slowly drew his hand back, giving her second heart room and space to grow. It wasn't until he felt her first heart beat, that he slowly and finally drew back from the kiss a little Come back to me Vasari... Let the Force flow through you. Come back to my voice... He continued slowly removing his hand from her side as strands of magic spilled forth from the clawed digit and sewed the wound close. Nerve endings reconnecting and vessels that had been burnt closed opening once more as they connected back together. The charred and dead flesh was sheared from its place as new, undamaged cells took their place. Scooping it up on his hand when at last his finger exited the wound and her muscles were knit back together and the skin closed over. Leaving little more than a thin, lighter red line of tissue where the opening had once been. His focus still upon Vasari as his left hand disposed of the mess into a lidded bin on the floor
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Post by Vasari on Jan 21, 2020 12:00:13 GMT -8
Vasari's head lulled to one side and the other until Ifrit reached down and cupped her cheek forcing her to look at him. The pain had caused her fragile mind to relapse itself and she was quickly falling back into it the only place she would have been able to ride out the pain, but now it was a simple defense reflex for when she had taken more than she could handle. She heard the Demon's voice calling to her from behind the veil of consciousness and she blinked her eyes as if groggy from a dream and attempted to focus on him. They were dim, and vacant but not yet lifeless as she tilted her head a little finding she couldn't move it past his grip and then just looked at him.
"She... she left me... no... I... She...mmmm"
A pained groan caused her to leave off her half finished, poorly worded thought as she reacted to the demon's finger inserting itself into the wound all the way to her heart. She could feel the force knitting her back together even though she couldn't hear the spell he was using to do it. Had her mind been more focused she would have known he was having to pull the energy... the living force from somewhere, and she might have been curious enough to ask had she been in a state to do so. Healing magic was not entirely beyond her, but to this scale - to bring life to a dead muscle was power she did not have.
Her lips did not respond to the kiss, and her blank eyes did not even close as Ifrit finished the spell and slowly withdrew his finger from the wound on her side. She felt a dull ache as her rib separated enough to allow his diget to pass and the same ache but paired with relief when he pulled it back and the wound was sewn closed with the force. She couldn't feel anything anymore, not pain, not the touch of his lips, not the dull ache of loss - nothing. Her eyes closed after his lips pulled away and she didn't even hear his words coaxing her to remain with him. There was perfect silence for several long moments until she heard it... not his voice, not any voice, not music or a ringing in her ears none of that. She heard the same drum beat that had drivin her all of her life, the drum beat that had always been there - until Dathomir. The rhythmic beating of twin hearts.
"Ba da Ba da... Ba da Ba da...."She half whispered with a slightly delerious smile on her face as her eyes opened and she looked up at Ifrit."I hear it... It's back... Mmm thank you..."
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Post by The Fallen on Jan 21, 2020 23:42:37 GMT -8
He stayed frozen there for a moment when her eyes closed and she listened for that beat. He let out a sigh of relief when she spoke a few moments later. Making the sound of the beat with her voice. He leaned down and lifted her head up just enough for him to press his forehead against hers. She had survived and made it through the procedure. He pulled his face back a few inches then, as he looked down at her while gently setting her head back upon the altar Of course it's back, I would not fail you Vasari... He moved over to the IV bag then. Switching the now empty bag with a fresh one of saline, while adding a bag of blood for infusion. Making sure Vasari would have a constant stream of fluids as he moved down to examine her leg. The runes still carved into her red and black tattooed flesh. Still working as efficiently as the day he had inscribed them. Which was both good and a problem. It meant her leg could still be saved. But in her current state, Vasari did not have the energy to spare for maintaining the spell for much longer. It would fail and the leg would be gone, or her life force would run out. Neither were optimal outcomes. He just wasn't sure how much more she could take. And putting her to sleep now was dangerous as far as her leg was concerned. His eyebrows grew close together as he moved up to stand by her face once more It would seem your leg is going to present a little more of a problem than I had anticipated when starting... I need to repair it now, or else it will kill you...
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Post by Vasari on Jan 22, 2020 13:30:03 GMT -8
Vasari leaned her head back when Ifrit released her and spent the next few moments as he examined her leg taking in slow deep breaths just listening to the sound of her beating hearts, she had missed the sound for nearly two months now, and she didn't know how long she had gone without it on Dathomir before she had summoned the strength to claw her way out of the Castle the Nightsisters had dropped upon her. When the Demon returned to her line of vision she seemed revitalized, her eyes shown with a little brighter light and the twitch of her lips was closer to a smile now than a smirk. She was coming back slowly, and now that her body required less energy to maintain her mind seemed to have a weight lifted from it. He mentioned her leg and she leaned up stabilizing herself a bit shakily on her elbows looking down at her leg, her thigh more than visible above what little still covered her.
"Well... there is nothing for it then..."She tilted her head up towards the Demon and gave him a rueful smile."Do what needs to be done... I'll manage..."
She wasn't sure of her words or not, but now that her heart beat once more in her chest she felt like she could overcome anything, the sound in her ears was so peaceful and completing... she was not afraid of further pain. The momentary victory had took her mind away from the immense pain she had felt, or the struggle her remaining heart had had to go through to keep her alive through the operation. None of that mattered, she had made it through. The Adrenaline spike she felt gave her the energy to be brave, and her mind was never the type to take a rough rode with trepidation.
"Do it."She whispered softly looking back at her leg. Not a command, but firm and secure in the decision she was prepared for whatever may come of it.
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Post by The Fallen on Jan 31, 2020 0:11:10 GMT -8
Ifrit raised an eyebrow as Vasari gave him a rueful smile and told him to get on with it and that she would manage. Despite having just endured the operation to remove the curse and restart her heart, she was as confident as ever. Perhaps even more so now that her life rhythm had returned once more. Her confidence and feeling of renewal would definitely be useful for helping her get through the next few moments As you wish Vasari... He gave a quick check of the IV lines, before shifting the work bench down closer to her leg. Taking a quick moment to gather some additional tools to use for removing the spellwork he had carved into her flesh and reversing lifelessness that had been caused by the spirit. A task which he would have otherwise been unable to accomplish alone had he had to do this anywhere else. But this Volcano was a conduit for the Living Force. The lava that flowed far below the platform was the very lifeblood of Sullust. From its reserves, he could accomplish great feats like healing and giving life to dead tissue. Something Vasari may discover later on if she ever examined the runes that were engraved upon the slab of stone she laid upon and the walls of the Volcano.
With the tools assembled, Ifrit stood over Vasari's leg. He clutched a blade in his right hand, while his left hand pressed against her upper thigh. Taking a breath to calm and steady himself as he slowly lowered the blade towards her leg. Quietly muttering incantations to deactivate the runes so that he wouldn't get hurt with his next move. He pressed the length of the blade against her leg then. Applying more and more pressure before slicing down along her leg, breaking the runes that he had carved into her flesh. The power in them slowly seeping out as they no longer shaped a coherent spell The spells keeping this leg alive are going to slowly wear off... then you're going to feel a whole lot of pain hit you all at once... He quickly got to work carving the runes out of her leg, applying a cleaning and numbing solution as he did so. It wouldn't be long after Ifrit started doing this, that Vasari would be hit with the wall of pain and feeling from her leg. The muscles and nerves starting to rapidly decay the same as when the spirit had passed through it back upon Pzob. Ifrit could feel the shift in the Force, the life fleeing from her limb. Something which served to only make him hasten his pace in removing the runes from her leg. Time was quickly becoming of the essence. If her leg went too long without the next phase, she would lose the limb and his work would have been for nothing.
He cut the last of the runes free then, focusing upon her leg as he gripped her ankle with his right hand. He leaned his head forward and started chanting. Urging the Force to flow through him and into her leg Zavus kruva iv saud, tegu tave Luai Qyâsik sveni pro nun. Storsajuri nun tu'iea tyűk. Aukoti natura kia anas dea dartovi nenx zinot zhol. Zami va anas dea buti guduma. His words seemed to echo through the Force and around the platform, as Ifrit chanted them over and over again. Power seemed to surge up through the stone table and through the air from the walls of the Volcano. His tattoos glowed with power as the Force flowed into him and down into Vasari's leg. Giving life back to her leg and healing the cuts in her leg that Ifrit had made just moments ago. He could feel the effort finally starting to wear on him then. Beads of sweat forming and running down his body, but quickly evaporating from the ambient air temperature. But he held strong. Waiting until her leg closed over and he could feel the life within her leg once more, before letting the spell go.
His hands moving from her thigh and ankle as he leaned against the stone slab. Breathing heavily as he turned his face up towards Vasari's. A smile forcing its way across his lips There... we go...
*TRANSLATION: Great mountain of fire, let the Living Force flow through me. Lend me your strength. Give life to that which does not have it. Reawaken that which is dead.
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Post by Vasari on Feb 4, 2020 11:24:44 GMT -8
Vasari's eyes rolled back into her head as she attempted to focus, her body had long been covered by a thin sheen of sweat both from the exhaustion of what she was being put through and the heat of the nearby mountain of fire that she was laying near the heart of. She barely noticed Ifrit moved lower down her body and didn't react as he placed his hand on her thigh and she felt more than heard or saw him begin the process of undoing his spell. The knife against her skin was a pinprick of pain compared to what she had been through having her side opened up once again, but it seemed like every sensation was doubled for her. Adrenaline from two hearts was once again rushing through her body and so the feeling of the knife blade was little but an after thought - a preparation for the pain to come.
Ifrit's warning was made true moments later - as she felt the spell lift from her leg and within a breath's span of time she was back in the Temple on Pzob with the pain of the spirit feasting on her life energy once again fresh in her mind. Probably the two most painful injuries she had ever experienced in her life shared back to back - with hardly enough time to recover from one before being greeted by the other. Her eyes opened and she gritted her teeth together to stave off another howl of pain, but it would come regardless she cut off the cry in her throat and it turned into a growl - low and savage as her nails dug into the stone table, her head shooting back, and the energy of her reinvigorated heart giving her enough strength to keep herself conscious... if only just.
She couldn't feel anything but the death seeping into her flesh, she couldn't feel her leg for a long few moments and then over the growls of pain she heard Ifrit muttering a different sort of spell than the one he had used to carve the runes into her leg in the first place. Her eyesight began to blur then, and the growls of rage she had used to stave off the pain subsided - quieting even though the pain was still there. Her eyes grew distant like she was about to passout, but they didn't close. She moved a hand over the edge of the stone table and rested her fingers on Ifrit's outstretched forearm - he was still chanting something... in a language she might not have recognized even has she been fully cognoscente - but it was just noise to her now. Her lips moved slowly as she whispered against the power of unconsciousness trying to take her, her fingernails digging into Ifrit's arm.
"Sree Sankan nekt yu sei yuo too ra mehn..."
Her eyes flashed with a hint of green and a green mist seeped from her fingers into the open wounds created by her nails dug into the demon's arm. She felt the pain in that moment but it was as if it was below her... similar to how she had separated herself from the force during Quey'Tek mediation to view things as they were, but apart from them. Her body shivered as her own fleeting magick took affect then faded into nothing, her hand falling limp just as Ifrit ended his chant. She felt the Living Force all around her, flowing through her as she had experienced it all of her life, but these last few years something had always held it back, caused it to shy away from her when she called upon it. The Force would answer her call, but it was not as simple as breathing - as it had been when she was young, when her mind and body was balanced - and now she new why. She had carried death within her, in a way... ever since Pzob, though now it seemed... that was gone. She was whole once again.
Vasari's eyes were half lidded as she turned her head to look down at Ifrit and found the strength to whisper..."I think... I'm going to... Pass out now..."...before her eyes closed peacefully and she fell hard into a deep healing sleep.
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Post by The Fallen on Feb 5, 2020 0:08:58 GMT -8
Given his focus and the power he had been expending during the ritual to heal Vasari's leg, his protective wards had been unable to prevent her fingernails from piercing his forearm. It was not until after the process had been completed, that he noticed the marks in his left arm. He could feel the magic trying to seep into his forearm as the protective wards returned. His flesh already healing over thanks to their power.
While he did not necessarily know what spell she had tried to cast, the intent behind it did not seem overly malicious. For now, he let it do its work, mostly in part because his attention was drawn over to Vasari's face as she looked at him through half lidded eyes. Her strength to stay awake had escaped her and she passed out a few moments later. He walked up to besides her head and placed his hand upon her chest. Feeling the dual beats of her hearts, indicating that she was still very much alive Get your rest... You deserve it after that... He removed his hand then and checked the IV bags that were providing Vasari with nourishment. Both had emptied out, so he carefully disconnected the line and wrapped Vasari in her cloak and laid her notebook upon her stomach. He slipped his arms under her knees and behind her back then. Scooping her unconscious form up and carried her to the other side of the stone platform. Heading into a doorway that lead into the wall of the Volcano. The hallways and caverns on this side were cooled, allowing Vasari some relief from the heat of the laboratory. He carried her up a set of stairs and arrived to his chambers, where he gently deposited her upon the bed. He placed her book upon the table and unwrapped her from her cloak, before covering her with the sheets.
After a quick trip back to the main platform, Ifrit returned with a fresh set of IV fluids and blood, and a stand upon which to hang them. He reconnected the IV line and ran both bags. Letting them work while he moved over and set on a nearby couch. Watching Vasari for a moment. She needed her rest and time to recover from all that he had done to her. Something he hoped would be helped along by keeping her close to the heart of the volcano, where the magic from the runes would channel the Living Force into her. After a moment or two, Ifrit laid down on his side and passed into the realm of sleep himself. Letting his body and power recover after the stress he had put on it healing Vasari
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Post by Vasari on Feb 6, 2020 21:25:33 GMT -8
Vasari's body went limp as the large winged demon leaned over to scoop her unconscious form up within his arms, the Zabrak exhaled softly subconsciously curling against the chest of the rune-scared demon. Vasari's mind had slipped into a deep and surprisingly untroubled sleep...Within her first years at the academy on Iridonia she had learned to not fall too deeply asleep - she had been harassed many times by older students while she had been attempting to sleep. She had learned to defend herself at a young age and had also learned a different sort of sleep - a sort of waking meditation that kept her conscious mind at the forefront but allowed her subconscious mind to find rest, even dream once she realized how to split her mind and allow part of it to sleep at a time, and the other to guard her sleeping form - though now here on this world she had never been to, in the arms of a demon she had shared only a few experiences with she slept fully and completely... finding a peace she had not had in years, and a sense of rest she could not remember ever having, she felt whole once again.Vasari shifted as she was placed in the bed and let out a soft moan shuffling her body into the waiting covers that the demon so gently wrapped around her, the soft sound was all she made before her body grew perfectly still and she slept like she had never slept before...
*Thirty-six hours later*
When Vasari finally awoke she had little sense of the time that had passed - yet she felt self conscious about her surroundings, and her current state of undress. She pulled the covers up around her body and blinked her eyes clear looking around a little. She took another moment to exhale and clear her mind, focusing on what she found there for a short moment. Peace... calm... emptiness... but, balance. She smiled softly and threw herself back into the covers exhaling quite contentedly.
"Ohhh... I've never felt so wonderful..."
She whispered to herself - voice half muffled by the sheets, then slipping herself to the edge of the bed moving her legs over the side still holding the sheet up around her body finally looking around the room for any sign of Ifrit, finding her journal by the bed reaching out to rest a hand on it gently, a soft smile taking her face before she continued looking for her most gracious host...
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Post by The Fallen on Feb 6, 2020 22:43:12 GMT -8
Ifrit had awoken from his own rest half way into the first day, his body and power having recovered from the exertion he had put it through. He had spent much of the remaining day watching over Vasari. He changed out the IV fluids to ensure she remained hydrated, examined her leg and abdomen to make sure both spots were remaining healed, and diligently checked her vital signs. Everything seemed to indicate that all had gone well and that he had successfully healed her. At some point, Ifrit had once more fallen asleep upon the couch, leaving the large circular bed for Vasari to once more occupy alone.
His mind slowly withdrew from sleep as he sensed Vasari start to stir nearby. His field of vision expanding out to take in the room as she slid her legs over the edge of the bed and wrapped herself in the blankets. A smile forming on his lips as he stretched out his wings to draw her attention before he rose up from the couch and turned to face her. Something definitely felt different about her now, than compared to when she had arrived the day before. She seemed more rested and in control Morning, sleeping beauty... He chuckled as he made his way over to the small kitchenette in his chambers. There, he started placing a few breakfast items onto a tray as he kept his eyes towards her Your wounds have healed, your heart is beating, your leg is no longer dead... He carried the tray over to the bedside then, gently placing it on her lap as he took a knee before her. Lowering him down to be at eye level with her as he continued looking her over Have some food... So how do you feel?
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Post by Vasari on Feb 6, 2020 23:15:34 GMT -8
Vasari took note of the moving figure and turned to look him over. She felt refreshed and invigorated from the day and a half's worth of sleep - something that she had direly needed but still something about him made her wary. She watched him as he moved across the room and gathered a few items before returning to kneel in front of her - his height keeping them on the same level regardless of her sitting on the bed - while he had been distracted gathering the food she had cast the blanket aside and recovered her cloak that she had found next to the bed. She draped it over her shoulders but didn't wrap it around her body like she might have with anyone else present - she had little to hide from him before the recent events they had been through over the last few days - and since them... nothing to hide. She tilted her head slightly reaching out and taking one of the pieces of fruit upon the tray and taking a gentle delicate bite testing the taste on her lips before eating the piece and reaching for another one before finally bringing herself to speak.
"Did you read my journal while i slept? I havn't had this since Coruscant..."She gave him a gentle teasing smile but didn't push the matter further."Your work is exemplary - i feel i owe you more than i've brought in payment, for what you have returned to me."
She reached out slowly for another piece of the fruit and held it lightly between her lips, sucking the juice from it before it disappeared into her mouth completely. She studied him more closely now, the bright color in his eyes, the runes covering the skin on his chest, taking it all in and processing it in ways she wasn't capable of processing the previous days. And while she thought it out, and examined him her mind worked itself on something familiar - something to learn and soon the blank emptiness she felt within her subconscious slowly began to reorder and fill itself - all starting with this moment here - waking up in this Demon's bed.
"I feel... alive... for the first time in a long time... I feel whole. Sore, a little weak still perhaps... but my hearts are beating and i feel like the haze in my mind has begun to clear away as well."
She reached out for the fruit and sucked on the last piece a little absent mindedly - her mind did not immediately recoil from the memory of Coruscant, she remembered it perfectly - the taste of the fruit, and the tastes that came along with it soon enough - but her heart did not ache the way it had when she had thought of that place before. It felt now more like a peaceful memory, and then it came to her, that the previous night was the first night since Dathomir that she had not dreamed of the castle... or Luxeria. The realization caused her face to grow blank, expressionless... as if she was attempting to decide what exactly that meant for her. Then she asked rather hesitantly.
"The Spellwork you laid upon me... will it have any lingering, or lasting effects...?"
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Post by The Fallen on Feb 7, 2020 0:17:00 GMT -8
Her change from the blanket to having her cloak draped over her shoulders did not go unnoticed by Ifrit. His gaze, for the time being having only pierced her clothing once more to examine her body, before letting the clothing appear upon her. His head briefly turned toward the journal as it sat upon the bed side table. He had considered picking it up and reading through it. Studying what ever secrets it might have held about the Witches of Dathomir and the Nightsisters. But his focus had been upon her and watching over her, and so he had neglected perusing the book. His face turned back toward her I'm afraid I neglected any chance to do so... I had a beautiful patient occupying my chambers, which made concentrating on a book quite difficult... His smile was slight, but genuine as he look at her. Watching her as she ate I assure you, you owe me no debt. You being here and alive is more than I could ever ask for... He remained where he knelt as she explained that she felt alive and whole. A part of him felt guilty, certain that some of her troubles in recent times had in part been caused by the patch work spell he had placed upon her leg. It had put a constant drain on her to save the limb, drawing her power constantly from being better used to save herself. His actions had consequences, and those consequences had almost cost Vasari her life. Were it not for her power and second heart, she would have died upon Dathomir or much sooner. He reached his hand out and placed it upon her knee then Good, I'm glad to hear it. You'll feel sore and weak for a little longer while your power returns and is no longer being taxed as it was... I'm sorry Vasari, about my part in all of this. I had not intended those runes to remain upon your leg as they did... He let out a sigh as his expression dropped to a slight frown I had intended to heal you after the mission on Pzob, but.... It seems we both became rather busy. Events occurred that kept us apart, before finally delivering us back together once more... As she finished eating the last of the fruit, he moved his hand from her knee and gently grasped her hand. Pulling it toward him enough that he could lean forward and place a kiss upon her red and black skin. He let her hand go then and his expression turned less solemn as she asked if his spellwork would have any lingering or lasting effects. No doubt cautious of anything like what had happened when he had patched her leg up to save it. Or perhaps worried that he might have tried to cast some spellwork upon her mind The only lasting effect it will have, is that your heart and leg have been healed. No runes mark your body any longer, the Force flows through you now as it did before Pzob... I have no intention nor desire to trick you with magic. Though... I cannot say the same for you... He rested the arm that she had clung to in the final moments of the operation upon his knee. Bringing some emphasis and attention to it The spell was... incomplete. I could feel your magics effect upon the edge of my mind, which was easily vanquished. An easy task for a mind that already felt such desires... But thank you for trusting me to heal you. I'm glad that I did not lose you...
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Post by Vasari on Feb 11, 2020 10:41:57 GMT -8
Vasari hardly felt self conscious in her current state, and she wasn't cold - so she wasn't quite sure why she pulled the cloak around her body half covering her from anything but a frontal view. However, with him knelt in front of her it did little to hide her body from his 'sightless' eyes. She sucked her fingers clean of any remaining juice as he made the comment about not being able to focus on the book - which brought a wry smirk to her lips.
"Clearly you dont focus hard enough on what you read..."
Her voice was a little teasing, but she didn't linger on it... the thoughts that were building up within her mind distracted her a bit, and while she heard Ifrit and kept a part of her mind focused on him the majority of her consciousness was focused on walking the empty stacks of her newly reconstructed mindscape.
The mindscape appeared the same as it was before - bookshelves arranged into a maze - the paths of which she was aimlessly wandering - but the pathways had changed and walking them now it was as if she was getting to know her own mind all over again. She hesitated a moment and a frown appeared upon her lips right as Ifrit mentioned Pzob and the time that had forced them apart so he could not complete his work on her leg. She had went on several missions in between then and her fall on Dathomir - Felucia and Anzat among them and while the ghost feeling of her leg had been present she had not felt that it had kept her from her goals though now that it was not there, she felt more capable than she had ever felt before. She had grown so much, learned so much - but it had felt like she was the same... perhaps that is what the wound had kept her from doing - progressing, growing in power and strength. She fidgeted with the ring of cold metal around her finger - its presence weak now, in this place and especially since she had been ignoring it, but the moment her fingers touched it a cold feeling spread up her hand and she felt the call of the dark side upon her mind. Within her mindscape the shelving changed color - darker than it had been before, and the flooring which was a bright alabaster now turned to a glimmering obsidian like the flooring of Vader's castle on Mustafar.
She exhaled softly feeling the change in presence within her and for a moment her presence turned from neutral dark to suit the feeling, she felt a shiver run down her spine and she smiled enjoying the sensation and lingered there for the time being.
"I feel so much different, like i never realized how much it was holding me back!"
She hadn't realized until that moment that he had taken her hand and when she looked down to find her hand wrapped in his she widened her eyes a little and sparks jumped between her fingers dancing around their combined hands - not enough to truly cause harm, especially past the wards that protected the surface of his skin when he was focused upon them - but enough to be felt. The mention of the half finished spell distracted her and the sparks died away as she closed her fingers around his hand - half in joy at the refreshing feelings of having her power and growth once again unhindered, and half because it felt like the sensible thing to do in the moment.
"Can't hold it against a girl to try and defend herself can you? In a strange place with a man she hardly knows? Even if he says healing her is in his best interests as well...?"
She gave him a cute pout, but there was a playfulness in her eyes as she avoided talking directly about the spell she had used, or the potential for her not to have survived the healing process. Even now the memory of the pain was still fresh and thinking about it only made her sore, and depressed. She also avoided discussing the effects the spell may have had if she would have finished the incantation before passing out. He seemed to think that he could trust her, and she didn't want to do anything to jeopardize that in this moment - she wasn't entirely convinced it wasnt true herself. She gave him a curious look and tilted her head to the side slightly.
"You're still curious though, are you not?"
She lightly pulled her hand out of his and moved across the bed a little to take her journal in her hands and tilted her head a little, silently beckoning for Ifrit to join her on the bed so they could look at the book together. While she waited she opened the journal and flipped through a few pages idly. Depending on how fast Ifrit was to join her he would see hand drawn etchings of a spherical almost eyeball shaped spacecraft - and a very different spherical craft on the opposing page - the handwriting on one side was in old sith - and the handwriting on the other side was completely illegible but seemed to follow some pattern to the opposing sides writing. The next page was a hand drawn image of a young woman, with a scar over her eye and the body of a warrior with the same Illegible writing over various parts of her barely clothed form. The next page would have been familiar - the pages that she had shown him concerning the spells of life and death - then she flipped another page and left her hand upon it barely obscuring anything - simply to hold the spot as she reached out to draw Ifrit's attention.
"Some of the basic spellwork is here... I've tested it while studying the Qazoi Kyantuska. Also combining it with some rituals i've learned from the Witches on Dathomir."
While there were no images there were writings in Old Sith speaking of force abilities such as corrupt, persuasion, and various other tools within the school of Alteration, they were all rudimentary however, and how she combined them must have been on a different page because there was little but building blocks on the page she was currently showing him.
"I've combined the arts of making things seem, and the arts of making things be... I'm not sure what others call it, i've just come to think of it as Glammourie..."She hesitated for a moment a hand resting on her thigh but she didn't recall putting it there then she looked up at him and whispered softly, in what was supposed to be a playful tone - but it didn't quite make it."I could... show you... if you'd like?"
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Post by The Fallen on Feb 29, 2020 5:06:57 GMT -8
He smiled as she commented that he did not focus enough on what he read That would imply I read anything at all... My focus was perfectly upon that which it should have been upon... While much of what went on within her mindscape was closed off from Ifrit, the shift of her presence within the Force was not something she could so easily hide from him. The sudden change of which he was not entirely sure of the source of, but that seemed to be related to the ring upon her finger. Something he decided he would approach her about later. For now, his focus was ensuring her present condition was stable. And prompting some disagreement with her would be counter intuitive to that. Instead, a soft smile danced upon his lips as he felt the sparks of electricity between their hands. His wards well enough to protect against any damage I would expect no less from you, Vasari. I would have perhaps been far more concerned and worried if you had not tried to protect yourself... He gave no response to her next question, instead letting her hands pull away as he rose from his crouched position. He took a seat next to Vasari as she collected her journal and started flipping through the pages. His field of vision allowing him to inspect and view the pages as they flipped by while he adjusted his position next to her. Making mental note of the various pages that were passed by and what they might indicate. Certainly this seemed more like a personal journal than a book with passages copied from just the Book of Law and the Book of Shadows. Something that further reinforced his decision not to have read through the item while Vasari had been passed out.
True enough, she had presented it as something of an offering in exchange for his help. And she seemed to have expected him to have gone through its contents. But Ifrit was not one to invade personal secrets in such a manner. He would rather the person be conscious and chose to let him read the information, than sneak about. His attention was then drawn to the page Vasari placed her hand upon. Drawing him from his thoughts as she spoke of the spell she had been trying to cast. He recognized such scattered writings and basic spellwork notes from his own time in training. No doubt the formula for their combination laid hidden within her mind and was not written down, if Vasari was as smart as he suspected she was Certainly an interesting string of spells... He raised his eyebrow and turned his face toward Vasari when she looked up at him. She was certainly well on her way to becoming an accomplished sorceress, if indeed she was already developing her own spellwork. True enough it might have been perhaps a more complicated process that achieved the same results as another spell, it showed promise. She was rediscovering the basic building blocks needed for her goal and combining them together so that she had control over them. Much like an engineer might build their own speeder from component parts instead of buying a pre-made vehicle. A smirk appeared as she made her offer while his green glowing eyes seemed to focus in upon and meet her own gaze. His left hand came up and cradled her cheek then If you feel confident enough in your abilities, I'm eager for a demonstration... Assuming you believe yourself up to the task of performing it upon me? Or would you rather a more easier subject to perform this Glammourie upon... He had already felt the side effects of her incomplete spell. He was all too aware of the potential dangers it might put him in, to let her work her magic upon him. Magic of the mind was a dangerous craft, and even someone as strong as Ifrit could still be fooled by it. Perhaps even now, he might have already been under her influence. There always existed the possibility that her attempted spellwork had not failed at all when he was healing her. But right now, it was a risk he was willing to take. After all, even if she managed to enchant his mind, a much darker creature lurked within the confines of his mind and it would burn any out any attempt to sway its will
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