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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jun 21, 2014 10:50:26 GMT -8
"La la lalalala, la lala la la."
Nyra finished singing the short tune from a popular holonet series for kids as she plunged her Crimson bladed lightsaber into the man she had been stalking for the past few hours. He screamed as the lightsaber went straight through his right lung, and at the same time cauterized the wound shut. She held it there, leaning down to the man's ear, her boot firmly in the small of his back to keep him pinned as he writhed on the ground.
"Now I bet you're asking yourself, 'What did I do to deserve this? By the Gods who is this woman? Why is she torturing and or killing me? Well...the answer is quite simple."
Nyra began moving her lightsaber within the man's body, slowly cutting down and then back up in a zigzag motion, towards the man's heart.
"You just happened to be in the wrong place....at the very right time."
Nyra jerked her lightsaber to the left, cutting his heart, and killing him instantly. How he had survived that long through that much agony was why she loved random encounters. You never knew what kind of toy you were dealing with until you played with it. This place was ripe for her to pick. A jungle of anarchy. Sure there were people coming in and trying to restore 'Order and Peace,' but she had dealt with some of them before. She liked this place better how it was. Security Forces stretched so thin a paperclip would shatter the ice, people scared to leave their homes, and despite all this.....A wonderful view on the central city spire.
A few hours later.
Nyra sat at the top of the tallest skyscraper and dangled her legs off the edge like a kid, swinging them back and forth as she ate a fish salad sandwich. It was a simple meal, but she still had a bottle of red wine in her bag, which she poured into a glass and drank deeply. She was growing bored of this place already, and she had only been here a day. Something interesting needed to happen.
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Jun 21, 2014 19:42:27 GMT -8
Which was really great and just like the universe to give one too much of exactly what they wanted. But, like death, the unexpected always came knocking when you might not be taken in with thinking about it. And, like death, there was also Diva, so named because everyone stressed the importance of names, but if she was counting the number of times a phrase or word was repeated in her vicinity, it would break down a little something like this:
Number one: AAAAAARRRGGHHH!
Two: uughhhhhuhhckkkkk...
Three: AIEEEAAAAGLLLLUARG!
Four through thirty six were various gurgles. Oddly enough not once did mouth wash involve them.
Thirty seven: ... Hello?
Being a social butterfly was very difficult work.
"Hey, so,
tuna fish makes your breath stink." Quipped Diva demurely from somewhere surprisingly close.
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jun 21, 2014 20:56:58 GMT -8
Nyra turned her head to whoever was talking to her, somehow finding her on her new favorite spot. She slowly took another bite of her sandwich, as if to rub in how good it was, despite the smelly fish breath that would come after eating the delicious snack.
"It's not tuna."
Nyra did not seem the least bit surprised, or scared. Instead she only took another bite of the fish sandwich, once again slowly, before sipping from her glass of red wine. She continued swinging her legs, tapping the outside of the skyscraper with the back of her feet as she did so. She turned her head back to look at the city below her and smiled to herself. Maybe this place would be more interesting than she had first thought after all.
"So, what brings you to my neck of the woods? And by woods I mean roof. And by neck I mean area around where I am sitting, trying to enjoy a quiet snack of wine and a sandwich....Have we met?"
Nyra did not turn her head again, either completely unaware of the possible danger, or not caring. Either way, all she did was continue swinging her legs and sipping wine. She set the sandwich down on the plastic wrapping she had set next to her, weighed down by a few pebbles which had gotten up here Gods know how. The wind began to pick up a little bit, to be expected this high up, and Nyra's hood flew back, revealing her blond hair. Still she did not move besides swinging her legs and drinking from her glass.
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Post by Count Ronin Nalju on Jun 21, 2014 22:29:49 GMT -8
*A tremor in the dark side alerts the Jen'Jidai Master. This was no coincidence that it happened this often and that another brutalized corpse was left behind. Something or someone had come to his planet. Ronin prepares himself, he could sense from a distance something dark, other than himself, had made its home on his planet. "How interesting" he muses.*
*The Captain of his House guard prepares the Counts personal shuttle. There was another report of a brutal murder in the capital city. This being the third report in one day. The Captain's team on standby surrounding the shuttle made of gold quadrainium. Count Ronin Nalju exits the capital building. Impeccably dressed in pristine Serennoan garb made from the finest fabrics. He was head to toe in black with touches of white and gray. His outer cloak was two-tone, black on the outside with white on the inside and made from the finest crushed velvet. Just as his black gloves were. He walks quickly to his shuttle and waves his Captain off. His face showed how determined he was to face this new threat alone. They all knew it was pointless to argue with the new Sovereign ruler, and if they did they knew he had little tolerance for insubordination. The shuttle starts and makes off in the direction he felt the disturbance. It would be a while before he arrived at the last attack site.*
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*A half hour later his shuttle arrives to find a team already investigating the latest victim. A nobleman from a lesser house. Just like the others. Ronin walks up to the corpse. It had the same MO as the last two. Whomever did this was deliberate. The methodical nature was matched only by their cruelty and barbarism. Ronin stands rigid as the report from the investigators tell him what he already knows and can see for himself. The look on his face is enough to curl the man standing before him as he takes a closer look the corpse.*
*This is the work of someone who delights in sadistic torture before brutally killing someone, he thinks to himself. Picking targets who have no real chance of truly defending themselves. This, without a doubt, is the work of a Sith barbarian. Excessive wanton displays of indulgence they claim to call power. He focuses on the Dark side and harnesses his anger. He would show this person the true power of the dark side. He searches for a nearby beacon of darkness, stretching his mind out. Ah ha. What a lovely view to admire your handiwork.*
*Ronin dismisses the investigators. Normally something like this he would leave to his subordinates, but this demanded his personal attention. He makes his way up the skyscraper. He take the private turbo-lift to the roof. Within a few minutes he arrives at the top. When the doors open, he regales a young lady. Dangling her feet off the side like a child enamored with a sense of self-worth and righteousness. Ronin has a look of pure quizzical anger on his face. He steps out from the turbo-lift and stops. He radiates pure darkness and cocks an eyebrow. His tell-tale bloodshot yellow eyes beaming directly at the young woman. A cruel smirk dances across his face. He has the look of a predator that just cornered its kill.*
"Greetings young woman. I am Count Ronin Nalju, Patriarch of House Nalju and Sovereign ruler of Serenno."
*He stands still, his arms interlocked behind his back. His feet touching at the heels in a V formation.*
"I see you have acquainted yourself with taking liberties on the populace here on my planet. I am intrigued as to why you would select such helpless targets."
*Ronin was baiting her, trying to reach her mind with his. He knew it would not be easy, but for him it was easy enough. He felt that she delighted in displaying what she considered power. He would draw on the corruption of the darkness within him and attack her weakness. Arrogance.*
"Perhaps you would like a more sporting target? Or at least one that can defend themselves a little better?"
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Jun 22, 2014 5:43:49 GMT -8
Excellent, a person with no sense of fear, and apparently a sense of hunger. Of course Diva couldn't understand eating fish when there was a completely viable population of sweating, showering, wet eyed humans and other such living things. Why would anyone process a living thing into tiny pieces of pulled and minced meat -wait a minute.
Curiosity over the nature of the sandwich and whether or not it still contained life force took over the set drive to eat and create and mock. Seemingly lacking a sense of a danger herself, the girl emerges, skin as pale as mountain snow with a dress to match. Sloppy tendrils of raven hair reached and tressed in the high altitude wind, threatening to touch the wine drinker at any random moment. Sitting now, Diva begins to mimic the stance of this woman, dangling her combat boots which clashed something fierce with the rest of the outfit.
"No, we haven't met at all in this lifetime or a past one.
I'm just really bored,
dangerously so. To the point of sleep.
Felt you wail, so I am looking whereabouts.
Also---"
Which is when a rude man with a crippling sense of justice appeared and started talking for what seemed like a very long time.
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jun 22, 2014 6:41:36 GMT -8
Excellent, a person with no sense of fear, and apparently a sense of hunger. Of course Diva couldn't understand eating fish when there was a completely viable population of sweating, showering, wet eyed humans and other such living things. Why would anyone process a living thing into tiny pieces of pulled and minced meat -wait a minute.
Curiosity over the nature of the sandwich and whether or not it still contained life force took over the set drive to eat and create and mock. Seemingly lacking a sense of a danger herself, the girl emerges, skin as pale as mountain snow with a dress to match. Sloppy tendrils of raven hair reached and tressed in the high altitude wind, threatening to touch the wine drinker at any random moment. Sitting now, Diva begins to mimic the stance of this woman, dangling her combat boots which clashed something fierce with the rest of the outfit.
"No, we haven't met at all in this lifetime or a past one.
I'm just really bored,
dangerously so. To the point of sleep.
Felt you wail, so I am looking whereabouts.
Also---"
Which is when a rude man with a crippling sense of justice appeared and started talking for what seemed like a very long time. *Ronin dismisses the investigators. Normally something like this he would leave to his subordinates, but this demanded his personal attention. He makes his way up the skyscraper. He take the private turbo-lift to the roof. Within a few minutes he arrives at the top. When the doors open, he regales a young lady. Dangling her feet off the side like a child enamored with a sense of self-worth and righteousness. Ronin has a look of pure quizzical anger on his face. He steps out from the turbo-lift and stops. He radiates pure darkness and cocks an eyebrow. His tell-tale bloodshot yellow eyes beaming directly at the young woman. A cruel smirk dances across his face. He has the look of a predator that just cornered its kill.*
"Greetings young woman. I am Count Ronin Nalju, Patriarch of House Nalju and Sovereign ruler of Serenno."
*He stands still, his arms interlocked behind his back. His feet touching at the heels in a V formation.*
"I see you have acquainted yourself with taking liberties on the populace here on my planet. I am intrigued as to why you would select such helpless targets."
*Ronin was baiting her, trying to reach her mind with his. He knew it would not be easy, but for him it was easy enough. He felt that she delighted in displaying what she considered power. He would draw on the corruption of the darkness within him and attack her weakness. Arrogance.*
"Perhaps you would like a more sporting target? Or at least one that can defend themselves a little better?" "You know, you're pretty cute. Lose the pompous attitude and you might make some fat rich woman very happy one day." Nyra winked, laughing to herself silently, on the inside. She slowly stood up, drinking the rest of her red wine in one gulp, and threw the glass down on the roof. The glass crystals went everywhere, some falling off the roof, no doubt trying to prove if one dropped a penny from the roof, the momentum it gains can kill someone. One reported death would happen later in the night, how a man had been killed by a tiny piece of glass that became lodged in the center of his brain, shooting through like a bullet."Well, there's not much else to do on this planet besides loot and kill, is there? I don't really care for shiny things, but killing...." Nyra giggled, a little tipsy now, and took out her lightsaber, holding it horizontally in her left hand, her right arm down at her side, barely held up. She did not activate it, but just held it, as if pointing it at the man. She seemed steady, even though she had been drinking."Why do people always insist on getting in my way, when all I'm trying to do is entertain myself?" |
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Jun 22, 2014 8:43:25 GMT -8
Thank goodness no one was a physicist nearby, because they might have to examine the effects of terminal velocity and how fast that shard of glass could actually gain the necessary speed to enable penetration of human skin. Again, that was the realm of a scientist. The only reason that was even on the radar was due to Diva's unique properties and connection, or creation, whatever, who's checking, to the Force. She could sense the pings and echoes as life grew and vanished, and it would seem that this woman who was preparing for battle tended to cause the vanishing.
Rather than meddle in the current affairs, she watched the exchange, hoping that they would both fight and that one party would utterly murder the other. But that would have to be seen. Although, in her opinion, the woman should have already just sliced his sternum apart.
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Post by Count Ronin Nalju on Jun 25, 2014 19:38:32 GMT -8
*Interesting. The other female he did not notice. Not at first.*
*He sees her out of his peripherals. He turns his head to looks at her, squinting his eyes briefly to get a feel for this pale woman.*
*I can sense an ancient evil about her, but little else. Interesting.*
*With a terse nod to Diva he speaks to address his failure to acknowledge her.*
" A thousand pardons mi'lady, I did not see you there. I will tend to your entertainment as well. Being the Sovereign ruler, it is my duty to entertain guests. Especially the uninvited ones."
*He quickly shifts back to Nyra, his skill as an telepath employed to its fullest potential. He searches her mind quickly and begins to plant a simple suggestion that she was more drunk than initially thought. His next banter was to subtly reinforce while distracting. He stands as he did before, not moving from his spot. Harnessing the darkness to confuse and confound the poor child, more aptly her motor skills.*
*Employing mindwalk with a touch of suggestion, Ronin does what he does best.*
"Calling me pompous is just scratching the surface young lady, I am the very definition of pompous. I could bore you with the details of my many years of training in etiquette, but I would much rather see to your entertainment. Since I have no intention of getting in your way, merely I seek to placate your need for entertainment. Besides it is very rude not to introduce yourself, after your host went through all the trouble to introduce himself. Nyra."
*Still standing there, he gives her a silent nudge to advance her attack.*
"So please, I insist, entertain yourself at my expense. But I fear, you may not truly enjoy yourself after a while."
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jun 25, 2014 20:25:17 GMT -8
Nyra ignited her lightsaber, and as the crimson blade jumped from the hilt, the world tilted for a moment, and her arm angled down. She shook her head slightly, trying to clear her head as she listened to the man speak. So he was the Ruler of this planet? His head would make a nice display in the bridge of her ship. She would need to capture his essence, and the look he was giving right now would be perfect.
"What, so years of training never taught you not to interrupt a lady when she is trying to enjoy a quiet dinner? Very rude. Maybe you should go back to school"
Nyra's arm went back up, and she took a few tentative steps towards Ronin before going into a full charge, a mad smile on her face as she went in for the attack. Swinging her lightsaber diagonally upward to the right. The swing was wide, her vision wobbling a bit as she had began running. She had ended up nearly a foot away from her target. Stopping, for a moment, she turned towards Ronin and kept her lightsaber up defensively as she put her right hand to her head, trying to steady herself. How many glasses had she had? She could had sworn it was only two.
She steadied herself and ran at Ronin again, this time making her mark, and swinging down towards his shoulder blade. The look on her face had gone from mad smile to serious glare as she forced herself to stay out of the haze.
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Post by Count Ronin Nalju on Jun 26, 2014 19:52:32 GMT -8
*Just as Count Nalju predicted. The first shot sails a foot wide. The condescending smirk on his face unchanging, his concentration on Nyra unwavering. She did not suspect a thing. Her mind wild and irrational, as wild and irrational as her attacks.*
*Predictable. She was uninitiated to the game of the mind. It is much akin to having a djarik match with a Felucian slug. It almost shameful, like a child fighting a seasoned soldier. Almost.*
"Oh my dear Nyra. I hope that was not your best shot. If so, I am afraid we will be here all night. How about being a good girl and trying a little harder. Sound good?"
*It was effortless for Ronin. He knew here next attack. He read her like a datapad. This was going to be fun. For him at least.*
*On the next attack he merely took a step back. He did not even turn his head to look at her. He felt the heat but little else.*
"Getting warmer." *Noticing her smile had faded.* "What is the matter Nyra. I warned you that you would not enjoy yourself too much after a while. Here."
*He turns his back to her. His cloak rotating with him in the wind. Turning his head slightly, to talk over his left shoulder. Watching her with his peripherals. Daring her to attack with his back turned.*
"Let us try something a little easier. Shall we?"
*For whom? Ronin was enjoying himself more than she was at the moment. He knew where she was going to be. He was in her head after all. It was almost unfair. Almost.*
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jun 27, 2014 8:07:33 GMT -8
Nyra growled to herself as she tried to focus on Ronin, her grip tightening around her lightsaber's grip in anger. What was wrong with her? Was he doing this? She knew other force users could learn to manipulate minds, she had just never bothered to attempt to learn it. It had seemed like a waste of time. But the way he was acting, it was like he knew something.
Nyra slashed at Ronin with increased ferocity, but her attacks were almost always off. She swung her lightsaber at his chest, his legs, and his head....all misses. She backed off for a moment, trying to recompose herself. When he turned his back, Nyra smiled devilishly. But after a second the smile disappeared. It was more than likely a trap. Nyra decided to do the smart thing, and deactivated her lightsaber, crossing her arms.
"I don't like being toyed with."
Nyra swayed for just a bit before standing straight again. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a few breaths.
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Post by Count Ronin Nalju on Jun 28, 2014 19:19:11 GMT -8
*Ronin turns back around to face her. His evil smirk beaming across his face. Cautious steps, he walks methodically towards Nyra. Like a spider closing in on a kill. He stops just out of the reach of her lightsaber. Wary that she might be playing coy.*
*He looked into her mind. If she was trying to play him for a fool and try to sucker him in, he would employ his favorite mind power of all. Torture by Chagrin. The attack itself made the recipient re-live its most horrible memory so much it was debilitating. Taking the fight out of any sentient creature.*
"My sincerest apologies. Not so much fun when the predator becomes the prey is it?"
*Ronin stalks around her, ever mindful of her thought to renew her assault.*
*Ronin probes her most recent memories, she is not exactly ashamed of her actions so she is rather easy to read.*
"Now I bet your asking yourself, 'What did I do to deserve this? By the Old Gods and the New, who is this man? Why can I not land a single strike or keep him out of my head?' Well...The answer is quite simple. You have met your match and realize the futility of fighting back."
*He probes even further, he can feel the sense of nirvana she gets when she feels her victims fear.*
*He closes his eyes briefly and deeply inhales.* "I sense a dark disquiet within you." *His eyes snap open, a raised eyebrow and a semi-snarl dances across his lips.*
"You have such potential, yet you waste your time with giving into your baser emotions."
*His arms go from behind him, to crossing across his chest.*
"I have use for you and your 'talents'. If only you could control yourself."
*Ronin was trying to tap her yearning for power. All he needed to do was reel her in and she would be his.*
"Would you like to learn this type of control?"
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jun 28, 2014 19:40:47 GMT -8
Nyra opened her eyes, narrowly glaring at Ronin in anger. The idea to chop off his head as he got closer, along with several other not so clean ways to kill Ronin, popped into her head, and her grip around her lightsaber hilt tightened as she held herself back.
"I am no one's prey."
She knew she was outmatched. It was best to keep him talking while she thought of a way to get the upper hand. Her eyebrow arced up as she listened to his little speech. She smiled, and laughed.
"Control is a lie! My Master preached the same thing to me, and now he is nothing more than a rotting corpse in some abandoned Temple in the Unknown Regions!"
Nyra crossed her arms, her lightsaber still in her left hand.
"What are you? Some kind of New Age Sith? We're playing politicians now? The Dark Side is about taking what you want and using that to make other people feel pain and horror!"
Nyra's hands moved down to her hips. She spoke in a disappointed tone.
"Just like a man to beg for me to be around them. You could have just brought me flowers."
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Post by Count Ronin Nalju on Jun 30, 2014 12:27:48 GMT -8
*Ronin is still wary but completely poised to strike his own way should he need to suddenly.*
*Ironic. She maintains that she is no ones prey. Yet she yields to the superior opponent. Clearly she is playing coy, Ronin thinks to himself. She is clearly picking her spot. Time to alter her perception a little more intensely.*
*Ronin harnesses his rage and begins to affect the perceptional functions of her mind. The next part that comes, makes her think he is everywhere and nowhere at the same time.*
"Defiance. I like that."
*Her mind thinks he is behind her directly.*
"Typical Sith arrogance. Control is no lie. After all." *When she thinks he is behind her he disappears.* "I am in control of what your mind perceives right now."
*The roof top begins to spin on her uncontrollably.*
"Contrary to what you think, your 'teacher' was no master. Someone as young and inexperienced as you are would have never gotten the better of a 'true' Master."
*The roof top stops spinning and a floating sensation begins to take hold.*
"I am no 'new age Sith'. I am, however, a politician and a Jen'Jidai Master. Jen'Jidai in the ancient Sith language means....Dark Jedi." *Ronin makes those two words echo and boom throughout her mind for emphasis.* "Taking what you what through the dark side and making others feel pain and horror is but scratching this surface. Its corruption takes a hold of you, taking you over and removing any semblance of who you used to be. I use this corruption and use it to shape the dark side to my whims. Not the other way around, which is exactly the way you and every other Sith; who have claimed power over it, does."
*The floating stops and a disembodied voice carries as if Ronin were invisible.*
"I am not begging and this is no courtship. You confuse hospitality with flirtation and seduction. If I were to truly court you. You would be mine."
*Ronin reappears in front of her as if he did not even move.*
"I am offering you a chance to hone your skills and become a true master of the corruption you use like a base animal would. All you have to do, is say yes. Should you not agree, just know that if you are not with me; then by definition, you are against me. Join me, I will show you how to affect the mind and get a much more satisfactory feeling of another persons pain and horror."
*A cruel smile dances across his lips*
"Interested?"
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jun 30, 2014 19:35:33 GMT -8
Nyra frowned as Ronin began talking. She did not feel like enduring another miniature speech. She could still feel him in her mind. She was not as experienced as him in the field of mind manipulation, but she was stubborn enough to try. Through the insults at her, her use of her powers, and her abilities themselves, Nyra's own anger and ferocity only grew.
Her concentration broke as she turned suddenly, getting the feeling someone, Ronin, was behind her. Was her playing more tricks? How could she let him do this to her?! She was better than this! How dare he! She gritted her teeth and turned back, the roof spinning around and around as she tried to hold on. She dropped to her knee, her right hand touching the roof. She knew this was a trick, and letting her mind know that it was would help. She had never fought someone with such prowess in the art of controlling another's mind.
Through the tricks and the talk, she listened, trying to maintain some air of dignity left. She had not vomitted, and she had began to fight back Ronin in her mind. She was a fast learner, and while he could not remove him from her mind, she could push him back enough to let herself think clearly. And there was a single thought that echoed within her; she wanted it. The power he had. The power he was for some reason basically handing over to her with an extended hand.
A smile of her own crossed her lips as she stood up, clipping his lightsaber back to the right side of her belt. The hunger for power that was within her appeared within her eyes.
"Yes."
Nyra approached Ronin and held up a finger, feeling the need to correct him on one thing he had said. Above all else.
"And if you were to court me, I would slash you in half with my lightsaber."
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Jun 30, 2014 20:33:14 GMT -8
"Really?
You're both already starting with the sexual tension?
Nethers, the living are just....
...intolerable!
How do you deal with it
-all the annoying hormones?
Don't answer. It's rhetorical."
And with that the other onlooker stood upon her boots and began to grumble, visibly disgruntled with the almost painful amounts of peace transposing itself upon an otherwise lovely breeze.
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Post by Count Ronin Nalju on Jul 1, 2014 13:00:06 GMT -8
Nyra frowned as Ronin began talking. She did not feel like enduring another miniature speech. She could still feel him in her mind. She was not as experienced as him in the field of mind manipulation, but she was stubborn enough to try. Through the insults at her, her use of her powers, and her abilities themselves, Nyra's own anger and ferocity only grew.Her concentration broke as she turned suddenly, getting the feeling someone, Ronin, was behind her. Was her playing more tricks? How could she let him do this to her?! She was better than this! How dare he! She gritted her teeth and turned back, the roof spinning around and around as she tried to hold on. She dropped to her knee, her right hand touching the roof. She knew this was a trick, and letting her mind know that it was would help. She had never fought someone with such prowess in the art of controlling another's mind.Through the tricks and the talk, she listened, trying to maintain some air of dignity left. She had not vomitted, and she had began to fight back Ronin in her mind. She was a fast learner, and while he could not remove him from her mind, she could push him back enough to let herself think clearly. And there was a single thought that echoed within her; she wanted it. The power he had. The power he was for some reason basically handing over to her with an extended hand.A smile of her own crossed her lips as she stood up, clipping his lightsaber back to the right side of her belt. The hunger for power that was within her appeared within her eyes."Yes." Nyra approached Ronin and held up a finger, feeling the need to correct him on one thing he had said. Above all else."And if you were to court me, I would slash you in half with my lightsaber."
*Her arrogance is typical. Her "teacher" never taught her otherwise. Confidence is good, arrogance is not. Arrogance can be used against you. Which she will see.*
"Good."
*He holds out his arm as if to take hers like a gentleman should, at least as the Sovereign ruler should. When she threatens him again, internally he rolls his eyes but maintains a sharp look at her on the outside.*
"Likewise, try to get cute with me and I will reciprocate in kind. I will instruct, you will obey. Do not deviate from your deal and I will not either. I am a harsh but fair Jen'Jidai, nevertheless my patience only goes so far."
*Then the female creature speaks.*
"Your view is a bit one dimensional ma'dam. Since you do not require an answer. Feel free to join us or leave. I am sure we have ample entertainment elsewhere."
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jul 1, 2014 19:18:40 GMT -8
Nyra crossed her arms and huffed as Ronin began laying down ground rules.
"I am no one's lackey. I will not be spoken down to like a common servant, nor will I be treated like some underling. I am perfectly capable of being civil, and so long as you do not cross the line, we will have no problems."
Nyra looked down at Ronin's arm, which was extended towards her. She stuck up her chin and began walking towards the turbolift doors. She spoke as she passed him.
"I am not like the helpless maidens you may be used to, either. I am perfectly capable of walking on my own. Where are we going?"
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Diva, from Aeons Torn
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Jul 2, 2014 12:47:22 GMT -8
There oft are hits and misses, as is obvious in regards to any accuracy based yet utterly random test. This was a miss. The lovebirds could play their game, and it probably was going to be lovely, but the male lead reeked too much. Not of smell of course because he had the subtle scent of soap and deodorant upon him.
Something else was off; namely, a girl leaning over the edge and dropping off of it. Perhaps death was better than forcibly dredging where the conceptualization of freedom did not belong.
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Post by Count Ronin Nalju on Jul 4, 2014 19:38:10 GMT -8
Nyra crossed her arms and huffed as Ronin began laying down ground rules."I am no one's lackey. I will not be spoken down to like a common servant, nor will I be treated like some underling. I am perfectly capable of being civil, and so long as you do not cross the line, we will have no problems." Nyra looked down at Ronin's arm, which was extended towards her. She stuck up her chin and began walking towards the turbolift doors. She spoke as she passed him."I am not like the helpless maidens you may be used to, either. I am perfectly capable of walking on my own. Where are we going?"
*Such a child, he thinks to himself. She acts like one, then I will treat her like one. She has so far to go before she even reaches my level. Her arrogance will fade....in time.*
"Lackey? You understate your purpose. Common? Hardly. A servant? To the Dark side yes. An underling? Only in the sense that you are not my equal and need further education. I could go on clarifying things all night for you, but that is a gigantic waste of both our time."
*He reaches her and waits for her to turn.*
"The personal Dark Jedi Order Miltia have surrounded this building. If you do not accept my gesture to become my escort, they will immediately attack you without so much as having to be prompted. So it is out of respect that I offer my arm. For your safety. Not mine. Again you understate your purpose. You are far from helpless. In fact the opposite. But I would hate to see such fine young potential be destroyed because she could not see a polite gesture for what it is worth. A polite gesture of guaranteed protection."
*He holds his arm out again.*
"As for where we are heading? That is entirely up to you. I am heading to re-establish the Dark Jedi and rule this planet and its people with an iron fist. But as for right now we head to state house of the Sovereign ruler. I have some 'allies' I am meeting with soon." |
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