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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jul 27, 2014 4:52:17 GMT -8
As Nyra followed Ronin into the main foyer, all Nyra saw were things that could easily burn in a fire. One that she could start. She sighed in disappointment and crossed her arms as she continued follow Ronin.
"I suppose. Though I still think things would have been better with the Sith as a species not worshiping a bunch of fallen Jedi. I guess its just opinion at that point. It's not like we can go back in time and kill all of the original Dark Jedi to see how the Sith would do without them."
Nyra chuckled, her eyes then going from door to door. How big was this place? She wondered if these most of these rooms had even ever been opened. Well, he did have servants. Maybe she could sneak out in the middle of the night and find one cleaning a room and slit their throat. Nyra shook herself back into boring reality. Why did her thoughts always go to murder and violence? She liked it, but sometimes it could get annoying.
"Either a Protocol droid or a clone, right? I can only imagine what two of you would be like."
She indeed could imagine.
"When was the last time you ripped out a person's intestines out with the Force and used them to strangle them?"
Nyra raises an eyebrow and slowly walks through the door.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2014 15:20:57 GMT -8
Lauchlans ship broke through the clouds over the city of Carannia data codes on where to land were streaming on through his computer as he followed them landing his ship secerly onto a landing pad Lauchlan go out of the ship looking around surveying all that was around him, he figured he would be here for a while so he was going to start trying to learn this place as fast as possible. Lauchlan threw his head over his head and walked out of the landing area, he figured for the reason he is here, the person looking for him would find him, himself, so he wasn't going to worry about searching on his own.
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Post by Count Ronin Nalju on Jul 28, 2014 9:03:16 GMT -8
As Nyra followed Ronin into the main foyer, all Nyra saw were things that could easily burn in a fire. One that she could start. She sighed in disappointment and crossed her arms as she continued follow Ronin."I suppose. Though I still think things would have been better with the Sith as a species not worshiping a bunch of fallen Jedi. I guess its just opinion at that point. It's not like we can go back in time and kill all of the original Dark Jedi to see how the Sith would do without them." Nyra chuckled, her eyes then going from door to door. How big was this place? She wondered if these most of these rooms had even ever been opened. Well, he did have servants. Maybe she could sneak out in the middle of the night and find one cleaning a room and slit their throat. Nyra shook herself back into boring reality. Why did her thoughts always go to murder and violence? She liked it, but sometimes it could get annoying."Either a Protocol droid or a clone, right? I can only imagine what two of you would be like." She indeed could imagine."When was the last time you ripped out a person's intestines out with the Force and used them to strangle them?" Nyra raises an eyebrow and slowly walks through the door. *They enter the room slowly. It is a interrogation/holding cell. A man is chained to the wall. He has the armor of a Mandalorian, sans the helmet. He is chained by his wrists to the wall and he has his head down to the ground like he is out cold. Ronin walks in the center of the room, coming to a stop. A table with bloody instruments on the far side of the wall gives the picture that some old fashioned ultra-violence took place here a while ago.*
"True, going back in time is not possible at this moment. Without the Dark Jedi, I believe that the Sith would have continued with being pirates. Something we will never truly know. Lamenting about what could have happened is irrelevant. Agreed?"
*Her thoughts take her back to her bloodlust. I can feel her Id and Ego clashing. That is something, I will have to fix. That is, if she wants me to fix it.*
"Yes indeed, either one."
*The picture she painted with her mind was indeed amusing.*
"I eviscerated a man six months ago. I did not strangle him with his innards but I did make sure that he took a very long time to die. I had to make an example out of him."
*He nods to the other two Mandalorians behind an energy field holding cell.*
"I brought you here for a couple reasons. One: your need for bloodshed and chaos is strong. Too strong. It dominates your thoughts. Which could be used against you. This is to sate your insatiable lust. Temporarily. Two: I am offering to balance your Id and Ego. They are clashing. But only if you want me to do this. I do not want to remove your need to hurt people, just remove the impulse of it dominating your mind. Whether or not you choose to let me enter your mind to do this, I still offer you these condemned men to do with what you please."
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jul 28, 2014 19:17:14 GMT -8
Nyra's eyes widened with pleasure as the lights came on and the torture rooms was revealed. She clapped her hands together and resisted hugging Ronin. She could live in this place, so long as it was her doing the torturing.
"A slow, agonizing death is always more fun to cause, especially if you have the time to do so. In my life I've only had the pleasure a few times...."
Nyra made her way over to the table of torture instruments and waved her hand over them, longingly. She had become quiet. She set her hand down on a small vibroknife and wrapped her slender fingers around the handle. She lifted the knife and turned back to Ronin, playing with the thing in her hands as if it were a toy.
"Balance out my Id and Ego? How would you do something like that? Go wandering around inside my mind? Turn me into a mindless puppet that listens to everything you say? How can I trust that I will still be me if I let you mess with my head?"
She began walking over to Ronin. Her movements were not quick or agile, but slow and deliberate. She was not going to attack him.
"But I think the better question is....what is so wrong with the way I think?"
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Post by Count Ronin Nalju on Jul 29, 2014 13:17:30 GMT -8
Lauchlans ship broke through the clouds over the city of Carannia data codes on where to land were streaming on through his computer as he followed them landing his ship secerly onto a landing pad Lauchlan go out of the ship looking around surveying all that was around him, he figured he would be here for a while so he was going to start trying to learn this place as fast as possible. Lauchlan threw his head over his head and walked out of the landing area, he figured for the reason he is here, the person looking for him would find him, himself, so he wasn't going to worry about searching on his own. *A shuttle arrives shortly after Lauchlan lands and exits his ship. When he reaches outside the landing zone, an entourage of finely dressed men, without arms, approach him slowly and stop before him. They stop far enough to give him the proper distance of not trying to corner him.*
=Duke Verys Aranae= "Greetings Lord Lauchlan." * Verys gives an extremely courteous bow of Typical Serenno fashion* "I am Duke Verys Aranae of House Nalju. The Lord Sovereign has been expecting you." *He finishes his bow.* "I have been instructed to escort you to the Nalju Estate. If you would Lord Lauchlan, please follow me."
*Verys bows again and gestures for Lauchlan to enter the shuttle.*
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2014 20:34:53 GMT -8
Lauchlan Watched the as the men walked up, he wasn't expecting people to follow him so quickly, but he figured something important must be going on for these men to come so quickly. He watch Cautiously as the man bowed, out of respest Lauchlan nodded his head slightly to the man acknowledging his greeting, not wanting to be rude in front of a bunch of people
It is nice to meet you Duke Verys Aranae of House Nalju
Lauchlan repeated the mans whole name a bit of sarcasm came out because Lauchlan though it was ridiculous to spit so much out on a name, as it was not his custom
Lauchlan fixed his robes staring at the man
And As you Already know Duke Verys Aranae of House Nalju, my name is Lauchlan, but you already know that, I guess I am ready to meet this Lord Sovereign you speak of
Lauchlan walked passed the men and right into the shuttle going and finding a spot to sit
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Post by Count Ronin Nalju on Jul 30, 2014 7:36:28 GMT -8
Nyra's eyes widened with pleasure as the lights came on and the torture rooms was revealed. She clapped her hands together and resisted hugging Ronin. She could live in this place, so long as it was her doing the torturing."A slow, agonizing death is always more fun to cause, especially if you have the time to do so. In my life I've only had the pleasure a few times...." Nyra made her way over to the table of torture instruments and waved her hand over them, longingly. She had become quiet. She set her hand down on a small vibroknife and wrapped her slender fingers around the handle. She lifted the knife and turned back to Ronin, playing with the thing in her hands as if it were a toy."Balance out my Id and Ego? How would you do something like that? Go wandering around inside my mind? Turn me into a mindless puppet that listens to everything you say? How can I trust that I will still be me if I let you mess with my head?" She began walking over to Ronin. Her movements were not quick or agile, but slow and deliberate. She was not going to attack him."But I think the better question is....what is so wrong with the way I think?" *He could feel her impulses growing. It was not such a bad thing, but it was calling to her. Attempting to control her. These impulses could end up getting her into serious trouble. Probably worse. An enemy could anticipate these desires and use them against her. But in the end, it was her choice. All Ronin could do was offer. He walks closer to the chained Mando, as if he was about to admire his own work, but stops just in front with his right flank towards him.*
"It is a luxury indeed when one has the time to do so."
*She walks over to the table with all the instruments and picks up the vibroknife. She plays with it methodically. As if she and the blade had a special understanding with one another.*
*She is wise to have doubts. However, I only wish to adjust something a little out of balance. Trust will come later.*
"You are cautious, I understand that caution. I merely seek to correct a minor flaw by fixing the impulsive need. Let us be honest, it dominates your thoughts. I felt them go to that chaotic desire for wanton destruction several times on our way here. Yes, I will perform what is called mindwalk. No, I will not turn you into a mindless automaton. I already have enough downstairs. I do not need more. Besides, they all volunteered. Well, that last part was a half truth. Seventy-five percent of them volunteered. The other twenty-five percent were, 'voluntold'. Captured Jedi and Force sensitives who refused to obey our wishes or interfered in our affairs."
*She walked towards him, if she had the impulse to attack, he would have sensed it through her thoughts and the Force.*
"It is not how you think, it is the frequency of these thoughts."
*Ronin then grabs the back of the Mando's scalp, jerking his head upwards to show the snarl on his face.*
"I had other plans for this mongrel. I was going to turn him loose on his compatriots here. I performed what I call a 'feral lobotomy'. He is nothing more than a raging, charging animal. Instead of turning him loose on his compatriots, I will let you take care of him. While you fight him, I will locate the trigger that feeds your insatiable lust in your Id and temper it with more logic of your ego. A minor correction. In a sense I will be your 'dark passenger'."
*Ronin releases his grip on the Mando's head.*
"The choice is entirely yours. I just seek to give you focus and clarity. One day, an enemy will use that impulse against you. After all, I did find you because of it. Had you not gone on your killing spree, I would not have been alerted to your presence. But as I said, the choice is yours and yours alone. I can only show you the path of power, it is up to you to walk it."
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jul 31, 2014 8:38:14 GMT -8
Nyra thought about what Ronin said. She was wary of anyone messing with her mind, but he was very persuasive. This partnership hinged on her having trust in him as much as it was him having trust with her. She continued to play with the vibroknife in her hands while thinking it over.
"So if I do this, I may just become even more dangerous to my enemies. Including yourself, if something like that....were to happen."
During the pause, Nyra had taken a few more steps closer to Ronin, and looked down at the Mando, who appeared to be little more than a feral dog. She tapped the vibroknife to her chin and thought it over a bit more. Finally, her shoulder sagged slightly, and she held out the vibroknife to Ronin, handle first.
"Fine. I'll do it. But if you do make me into something or someone I do not like, I promise I will rip your bowels out with my bare hands and shove them back down your throat to watch you choke on them."
Nyra's face was completely serious.
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Post by Count Ronin Nalju on Aug 1, 2014 9:20:14 GMT -8
Lauchlan Watched the as the men walked up, he wasn't expecting people to follow him so quickly, but he figured something important must be going on for these men to come so quickly. He watch Cautiously as the man bowed, out of respest Lauchlan nodded his head slightly to the man acknowledging his greeting, not wanting to be rude in front of a bunch of people
It is nice to meet you Duke Verys Aranae of House Nalju Lauchlan repeated the mans whole name a bit of sarcasm came out because Lauchlan though it was ridiculous to spit so much out on a name, as it was not his customLauchlan fixed his robes staring at the man And As you Already know Duke Verys Aranae of House Nalju, my name is Lauchlan, but you already know that, I guess I am ready to meet this Lord Sovereign you speak of Lauchlan walked passed the men and right into the shuttle going and finding a spot to sit *Verys says nothing in reply to the man's blatant and obvious condescension. He merely takes a seat and lets the shuttle pilot know it is time for take off. The shuttle lifts off and makes it's way towards Nalju Estate. The shuttle heads through the bustling city. Some areas have heavy construction where repairs are still being made while another is being added. The Dark Citadel is only a few months away from completion. The shuttle then takes a route that only a few privileged people on this planet can take to avoid traffic regulations without being fined. This is the direct path to the Nalju Estate. The family home of the Lord Sovereign.*
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2014 16:40:17 GMT -8
Lauchlan road on the shuttle staring out the window at the route they were taking, he wasn't to intrested in the terrain but it was something to learn.
He looked over to the Duke
So this man the Count how is he
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Post by Count Ronin Nalju on Aug 6, 2014 19:41:02 GMT -8
Nyra thought about what Ronin said. She was wary of anyone messing with her mind, but he was very persuasive. This partnership hinged on her having trust in him as much as it was him having trust with her. She continued to play with the vibroknife in her hands while thinking it over."So if I do this, I may just become even more dangerous to my enemies. Including yourself, if something like that....were to happen." During the pause, Nyra had taken a few more steps closer to Ronin, and looked down at the Mando, who appeared to be little more than a feral dog. She tapped the vibroknife to her chin and thought it over a bit more. Finally, her shoulder sagged slightly, and she held out the vibroknife to Ronin, handle first."Fine. I'll do it. But if you do make me into something or someone I do not like, I promise I will rip your bowels out with my bare hands and shove them back down your throat to watch you choke on them." Nyra's face was completely serious. *Ronin could feel her apprehension. Justifiably so. So much so, her seriousness was noted. His own seriousness would be noted as well. This is something he takes very seriously. After all, he could not boast being a telepath if he did fail at this.*
*She is understandably wary. I will put her wariness at ease.*
"A disciplined mind is always a more dangerous weapon than one that is unhinged."
*He lets her get closer, even though she has the vibroknife. She then hands it to him handle out and he takes it. Only for a moment.*
*Her threat is unnecessary, but understandable.* "Excellent choice. I promise it will not be something that will take away who you are and what you enjoy. Even though your threat is pointless, even if I did do something, you would not be aware of it. But your point is taken though. I am a man of my word."
*Ronin hands her back the vibroknife handle to her palm.*
"You will be needing this more than I will. I will release the pig from the wall and you will begin. I will enter your mind and search for triggers within your memories. Once you have finished with the pig and I have the information I need, I will then begin repairing your psyche."
*He walks towards the far corner and sits crossed legged.*
"Happy hunting."
*With a wave of his hand he releases the Mando from the wall. He then closes his eyes and begins to comb through her natural defenses in her mind.*
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Aug 7, 2014 21:58:55 GMT -8
Nyra scoffed when Ronin explained that she would not know if he was manipulating her.
"I'm a woman, Count. We almost always know when something is up."
Not counting when the man was in her head, of course. She took the vibroknife back and spun it around on her hand, backing up to the far wall opposite of the Mandalorian. Her heart was already beating faster. She could picture a hundred ways she could kill the crazed Mando.
She wanted to make it quick. The sooner she finished the sooner Ronin would be out of her head. While she was not sure of it, she thought she could feel something rattling around in her mind. It was probably just her being paranoid, her mind anticipating what he was going to do, and making her think it was happening. Still, the quicker the better.
Nyra took a deep breath and calmed her beating heart for the time being, gathering up energy to repel the first attack by the wild Mandalorian. As soon as the Mando is released, he flings himself towards Nyra. Nyra moves fast, raising her hand and pushing out with the Force, grabbing hold of the Mando and holding him still. Nyra's mouth contorts into a crazed smile as she casually walks up to the Mandalorian and looks him over, like an animal looking over its prey.
Finally she struck, slowly slicing into the man's cheek, the vibroknife slicing his flesh like butter. She completely cut the cheek out, and then moved onto the other. The crazed Mando began screaming and struggling, which only made the cuts less clean, causing more damage to be done. She began moving down, removing what was left of his armor and clothing and cutting into his flesh, slowly skinning the man alive.
Her arms were drenched in blood up to her elbows, and the Mando was still screaming and roaring like an animal. Throughout this she was like a child in a candy store. The blood, the screams, the struggling. He was held in place, and some of the fun was taken out, but she made up for it by taking her time. What had happened to her making this quick? Her lust had taken over. Wanting to cause pain, wanting to cause suffering. Slow, agonizing suffering. Even if this shadow of a man no longer knew what was going on, she did, and she loved it.
When she was done, the Mandalorian was no longer recognizable. She had been going at him for nearly three quarters of an hour, skinning him and digging into his body with the vibroknife. She had cut into his gut, pulling his intestines apart and slicing his stomach, letting the acid flow into his body. By this time the man had been dead for some time, but she continued playing with the body, held up by the Force. She was fueling herself off of the blood lust and pleasure of digging into a living, at least very recently, body. She cut off entire muscles from the bone, she even cut off the man's eyelids.
At nearly an hour and a half, she frowned.
"This isn't as fun anymore."
Nyra dropped the body, and it fell into the blood pool that had spread out across the floor.
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Post by Count Ronin Nalju on Aug 12, 2014 20:13:39 GMT -8
Lauchlan road on the shuttle staring out the window at the route they were taking, he wasn't to intrested in the terrain but it was something to learn. He looked over to the Duke So this man the Count how is he *The Duke was also pre-occupied with window watching until Lauchlan spoke to him. The Duke smiled at him when he asked about the Count.*
=Duke Verys Aranae= "Powerful"
*That was the only reply Lauchlan needed. It was the truth. Which Lauchlan will soon sense for himself, if he did not already begin to sense the Count's dark presence already. Within moments they land outside Nalju Estate. Duke Verys gestures for Lauchlan to exit.*
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Post by Count Ronin Nalju on Aug 12, 2014 20:44:50 GMT -8
Nyra scoffed when Ronin explained that she would not know if he was manipulating her."I'm a woman, Count. We almost always know when something is up." Not counting when the man was in her head, of course. She took the vibroknife back and spun it around on her hand, backing up to the far wall opposite of the Mandalorian. Her heart was already beating faster. She could picture a hundred ways she could kill the crazed Mando.She wanted to make it quick. The sooner she finished the sooner Ronin would be out of her head. While she was not sure of it, she thought she could feel something rattling around in her mind. It was probably just her being paranoid, her mind anticipating what he was going to do, and making her think it was happening. Still, the quicker the better.Nyra took a deep breath and calmed her beating heart for the time being, gathering up energy to repel the first attack by the wild Mandalorian. As soon as the Mando is released, he flings himself towards Nyra. Nyra moves fast, raising her hand and pushing out with the Force, grabbing hold of the Mando and holding him still. Nyra's mouth contorts into a crazed smile as she casually walks up to the Mandalorian and looks him over, like an animal looking over its prey.Finally she struck, slowly slicing into the man's cheek, the vibroknife slicing his flesh like butter. She completely cut the cheek out, and then moved onto the other. The crazed Mando began screaming and struggling, which only made the cuts less clean, causing more damage to be done. She began moving down, removing what was left of his armor and clothing and cutting into his flesh, slowly skinning the man alive.Her arms were drenched in blood up to her elbows, and the Mando was still screaming and roaring like an animal. Throughout this she was like a child in a candy store. The blood, the screams, the struggling. He was held in place, and some of the fun was taken out, but she made up for it by taking her time. What had happened to her making this quick? Her lust had taken over. Wanting to cause pain, wanting to cause suffering. Slow, agonizing suffering. Even if this shadow of a man no longer knew what was going on, she did, and she loved it.When she was done, the Mandalorian was no longer recognizable. She had been going at him for nearly three quarters of an hour, skinning him and digging into his body with the vibroknife. She had cut into his gut, pulling his intestines apart and slicing his stomach, letting the acid flow into his body. By this time the man had been dead for some time, but she continued playing with the body, held up by the Force. She was fueling herself off of the blood lust and pleasure of digging into a living, at least very recently, body. She cut off entire muscles from the bone, she even cut off the man's eyelids.At nearly an hour and a half, she frowned."This isn't as fun anymore." Nyra dropped the body, and it fell into the blood pool that had spread out across the floor. *Ronin says nothing to her first statement. He is deep in meditation, harnessing the darkness. Focusing on the task at hand. Would he have said something, it would have been along the lines of agreement that a woman's intuition is indeed strong. However, that is not the case in this sense. After all she allowed him entry, and he was not about to do anything to upset that trust.*
*First the surface thoughts, the pounding of her heart. The anticipation of the kill. The first impulse. This is my entry point.*
*As she begins to go to work on the captive, Ronin begins to mindwalk through her memories. He cascades among them naturally, as to not upset her psyche. All the recent moments of her kills. Just from this planet alone. What a busy little lady she has been. Finally when she really got into it, that's when the dark secrets began to pour out.*
*Ah ha! There it is. Her trigger is the memory of her parents trying to keep her from the darkness of the galaxy. The very tutor they entrusted, was her teacher that set her down her dark path. How ironic that the very person they tried to protect her from was the very person to violate her trust. Therein, the violated trust of her parents. This bloodlust comes from trying to punish them for letting him hurt her. Intriguing.*
*When Nyra becomes bored with the corpse and expresses her boredom. Ronin snaps open his eyes.*
"Believe me, the real fun is about to begin. At least for me. I do enjoy walking the psychic plane. It is euphoric."
*Ronin smiles at her.*
"I believe that is enough fun for us both for today. Lets get you washed up. I will have the servants prepare the guest quarters for you tonight."
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Aug 15, 2014 10:13:05 GMT -8
Nyra tosse the vibroknife down at the skinned body of what had been a Mandalorian. She looked down at her hands and shook some of the blood off before the frown came to her face.
"I suppose I am not supposed to feel any different, am I? My brain might compensate to maintain a feeling of normalcy so I don't freak out?"
The frown disappeared, replaced by a looking of wanting. A nice relaxing bath sounded good right now, with bubbles.
"Subtract the understood 'we' on that bath, and it sounds good."
Nyra smirked and extended a hand down to the Count to aid him in standing up.
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Post by Count Ronin Nalju on Aug 15, 2014 14:11:07 GMT -8
Nyra tosse the vibroknife down at the skinned body of what had been a Mandalorian. She looked down at her hands and shook some of the blood off before the frown came to her face."I suppose I am not supposed to feel any different, am I? My brain might compensate to maintain a feeling of normalcy so I don't freak out?" The frown disappeared, replaced by a looking of wanting. A nice relaxing bath sounded good right now, with bubbles."Subtract the understood 'we' on that bath, and it sounds good." Nyra smirked and extended a hand down to the Count to aid him in standing up. *Ronin cannot help but smile. She was so certain he had done something to her mind. She would soon find out that nothing has happened. Yet.*"Lady Nyra, you do not feel any different because nothing has been done. I only made a psychic map of your mind through Mindwalk. I merely accessed your memories and found what triggers your lust for wanton carnage and bloodshed. Which I have. The next part comes when you are asleep. The mind is more lucid during Rapid Eye Movement and easier to repair."*She offers him a hand to get up and he takes it. As he stands he dusts himself off. The floor was dirty and his threads were the finest in all of Serenno.*"Do not worry, my servants will not stare at you while you bathe. As for me, I never include myself in such a thing unless the Lady wishes me to do so."*With a map of her mind ready, the repairs will happen while she sleeps. I believe she will enjoy a lavender and vanilla scent as she soaks and some wine.* *He then sends a psychic summons to the female servants to have her bath already drawn.*"After you Lady Nyra."*Ronin opens the door for her and gestures for her to exit.*
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Aug 18, 2014 6:06:29 GMT -8
Nyra rolled her eyes as Ronin explained he had not done anything...yet.
"I do not like the idea of you roaming around in my head while I am asleep. My dreams can be...vivid."
Nyra frowned when the Count promised his servants would not stare. She also did not like the idea of servants being in the same room as her when she was bathing. She might be a murdering psychopath, but even she liked privacy when it came to bathing and dressing.
"I bet none of the ladies say no, either. Might have something to do with the whole mind control. Can't get them any other way."
It was a joke, but Nyra also felt that maybe it might be true. After all, she had not seen hardly any other women here. If she was a rich politician with a talent for mind control, she could imagine that her estate would never be empty of finely chiseled men, as if sculpted by the Gods and brought down to appease her.
Nyra shook herself out of her fantasy and walked out of the door at Ronin's gesture, her arms crossed. She was doing a good job at smearing more blood on herself where there was not any before, and her shoes were leaving bloody footprints as she walked on the clean floor.
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Post by Count Ronin Nalju on Aug 21, 2014 17:47:48 GMT -8
Nyra rolled her eyes as Ronin explained he had not done anything...yet."I do not like the idea of you roaming around in my head while I am asleep. My dreams can be...vivid." Nyra frowned when the Count promised his servants would not stare. She also did not like the idea of servants being in the same room as her when she was bathing. She might be a murdering psychopath, but even she liked privacy when it came to bathing and dressing."I bet none of the ladies say no, either. Might have something to do with the whole mind control. Can't get them any other way." It was a joke, but Nyra also felt that maybe it might be true. After all, she had not seen hardly any other women here. If she was a rich politician with a talent for mind control, she could imagine that her estate would never be empty of finely chiseled men, as if sculpted by the Gods and brought down to appease her.Nyra shook herself out of her fantasy and walked out of the door at Ronin's gesture, her arms crossed. She was doing a good job at smearing more blood on herself where there was not any before, and her shoes were leaving bloody footprints as she walked on the clean floor. *So impatient. Anything worth doing is worth doing right the first time so Ronin ignores her disdain. He shows no outward sign and maintains his look.*
"I understand your frustrations Lady Nyra. Any good telepath worth their salt cannot undo years of trauma in a few minutes. It may take a few nights for anyone else. For me, I can do it in the several hours during the night. I have done it may times. Like hypnosis, but on a deeper and grander scale for the mind and more permanent."
*Her next statement elicits a strange reaction in Ronin. A burst of loud laughter at the mention of him being able to get women by mind control. If it were true he might have been angry at her presumption, but quite the opposite. It gave him quite the chuckle. After several seconds of hearty laughter, he catches his breath.*
"Oh what an imagination you have Lady Nyra. No, I do not impose my will on women for the gratification of baser lusts. There is no sport in that. Besides, courting a Lady on this planet by cheating like that is deplorable. No man of any stature worth any self-respect takes advantage of a Lady with power. Be it by mind or by station, or even through the Force or just force. Anyone who does, is something less than a cockroach and the white crusty matter that forms at the corner of your mouth when you are incredibly thirsty."
*Ronin had no respect for those who took liberties upon females in general. By no means is a woman weak and defenseless, but how could someone call themselves a real man after they did? Even though Nyra tracked blood everywhere, the servants cleaned up after her right away. Finally they arrived at her room and they open the door for her. They finally lead her into the bathroom. Ronin stops well before she enters. *
"Enjoy the bath. When you are done, your bed will be prepared for you."
*He bows and then exits.*
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Aug 22, 2014 19:40:30 GMT -8
Nyra smirked when Ronin found his sense of humor and laughed at her quip about him mind controlling women. Her right eyebrow lifted slightly and she chuckled to herself as well.
"I'm glad you can laugh at that. Sometimes the truth can be funny."
Nyra winked her left eye and looked Ronin over once before walking into the room and looking around. It was nice. A shame she was getting blood everywhere. It did make the place feel more like home. She turned back to ask Ronin what he had found inside her head, but he was already walking away from the door. Shrugging, Nyra closed the refresher door and got ready for her soak in the bath.
Nearly three hours later she was drying her hair, which was frizzing out and going everywhere, and in a robe. The water was slowly receding down the drain. She looked back at the water, which was tinged slightly red from the blood that had been all over her. She smiled to herself and wrapped her hair up in the towel. She felt out of place now that the blood was gone from the room. It was too clean.
Nyra hopped onto the bed and exhaled a deep breath sharply. She could get used to the royal treatment. At the same time she felt like she was was drowning. It was too prim and proper here. She was a creature of the night, a predator that felt like she was in a cage. She knew she could not run, and this only sent her mind racing. She also did not think Ronin would like to find one of his servant's insides sprayed across the walls of his estate. Still....
Nyra did something she did not normally do. She sat upright on the bed and crossed her legs together, and cleared her mind. She intended to meditate, but the action was so boring she was soon asleep. Her body fell back on the bed, and a look of peace came upon her face. It was only interrupted every few minutes by her face frowning as she entered a dream about roaming the city, chasing down an unlucky group of tourists.
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Count Ronin Nalju
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Post by Count Ronin Nalju on Aug 25, 2014 18:15:08 GMT -8
Nyra smirked when Ronin found his sense of humor and laughed at her quip about him mind controlling women. Her right eyebrow lifted slightly and she chuckled to herself as well."I'm glad you can laugh at that. Sometimes the truth can be funny." Nyra winked her left eye and looked Ronin over once before walking into the room and looking around. It was nice. A shame she was getting blood everywhere. It did make the place feel more like home. She turned back to ask Ronin what he had found inside her head, but he was already walking away from the door. Shrugging, Nyra closed the refresher door and got ready for her soak in the bath.Nearly three hours later she was drying her hair, which was frizzing out and going everywhere, and in a robe. The water was slowly receding down the drain. She looked back at the water, which was tinged slightly red from the blood that had been all over her. She smiled to herself and wrapped her hair up in the towel. She felt out of place now that the blood was gone from the room. It was too clean.Nyra hopped onto the bed and exhaled a deep breath sharply. She could get used to the royal treatment. At the same time she felt like she was was drowning. It was too prim and proper here. She was a creature of the night, a predator that felt like she was in a cage. She knew she could not run, and this only sent her mind racing. She also did not think Ronin would like to find one of his servant's insides sprayed across the walls of his estate. Still....Nyra did something she did not normally do. She sat upright on the bed and crossed her legs together, and cleared her mind. She intended to meditate, but the action was so boring she was soon asleep. Her body fell back on the bed, and a look of peace came upon her face. It was only interrupted every few minutes by her face frowning as she entered a dream about roaming the city, chasing down an unlucky group of tourists. *Truth is only a matter of perspective. Which soon hers will change. At least her insatiable bloodlust anyways. Not her entire self, just the chaotic side that kept spilling out all the time. It was messy. Ronin was just going to tidy it up for her. Put her in control, not the bloodlust. He sits in the room just outside her room in his Dark Jedi robes, his hood pulled over his head. Meditating, sitting crossed-legged on the cold marble floor. Waiting for her mind to enter the lucid state of sleep. Finally when she does, Ronin enters her mind quickly through the memories he mapped in her mind earlier. Her Id and her Superego clashed and it was because she desired revenge. Revenge he would help her obtain. In time. But while her mind slipped to chaos, she would be a liability. So Ronin would give her Id and Superego what they needed. Catharsis. He would remove her guilt for keeping her instructors secret, even though her instructor swore he would kill her parents if she did tell them. He would remove the self-loathing for feeling weak and lost. Finally, he would replace her anger at her parents, with pity. Pity for being so narrow-minded and short-sighted. Pity for being so fearful that they could not see the truth right in front of their eyes. Ronin would reinforce this throughout the entire night. Even when her mind dreamed of killing, even when it tried to counter his attempt to bring balance, he maintained a steady flowing of subtle reinforcement with a touch of hypnosis for good measure. Ronin enjoyed this, to him this was better than sleeping eighteen straight hours. This was what he was the best at, matters of the mind. On the psychic plane, time lasted forever. While in the real world, the dawn was starting to break.*
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