Zenchou Piteos
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Oct 12, 2013 22:10:00 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 12, 2013 22:10:00 GMT -8
Piteos smiles at the girl, slightly shifting his right foot forward, his grip on the tsuba of his katana tightened. The weapon she had was almost as archaic in design and concept in his, it actually looked quite interesting. If she was to let loose the arrow, he would be prepared to block it in an instant. "I am Zenchou Piteos, and I am the herald of your death." He chuckled slightly, his face twisted into a feigned jovial fox like smirk. He didn't move, instead he thought of Manaan. The rolling waves, the movement of the sand, and the beauty of the chaos involved in creating the harmony that can be found on a beach. The Force began to gather amongst them. Between her fleeting thoughts, and Piteos focusing through the thought and reverence of Chaos.
"You are here...either to die. Or to learn, what will it be?" His fangs bared with every word spoken. It seems that he had found something while he was working on training, a pupil had arisen. He had been considering ultimately twisting the young Jedi away from his master and coming under Piteos' dark fold. Instead he had someone else presented to him, someone who hadn't been deluded by the Jedi's passive indoctrination.
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Oct 12, 2013 23:02:43 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 12, 2013 23:02:43 GMT -8
*Dred gets to his ship and deactivates the shield. He climbs to the top of his ship and checks his Armor. Taking off his crushguant, he touches the buy'ce. He then takes off his Orange and Black buy'ce and places it down. He pulls the red and black and sniffs it deeply. it was dry but it smelled like it was inside the buy'ce itself. As if it had permeated the whole thing. Dred just shrugs and puts it down and begins to put it inside the crate he had for it. Once all the pieces were put back he loads it back into the ship and sets the pimps head in a container to chill "special" items. Demagolka like to harvest organs and put them in other people for shits and giggles.. Piteos said it would take another night to finish the ritual. Once he had it done, it would be time to use it. Darkness like that had a way of sticking to the wearer after the armor was off. Good thing for Dred, he didn't have to worry about that too much. He just had to act the part. When done he heads back down the alley. The morning sun was just starting to poke through.*
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Oct 13, 2013 7:15:08 GMT -8
Post by Synth - (Wraith Ordo-Duhb) on Oct 13, 2013 7:15:08 GMT -8
Synth see's the smile and the slight leg movement, steadily she pulls slightly back about an eigth of a degree back in tension as a precaution. She speaks in reply to the white eyed and haired man.
"Well, Zenchou I am death and you are my herald..."
Kind of retoricql to his statement hers wasn't far off. She had probably been in more gerilla warfare on her home planet then on anything else. He on the other hand could only guess that this man had more experience in close combat with non force as with force users alike.
"I wish to know why I was brought here??"
She asks while still having her arrow pointed, it was better to remain on guard then to be novice and lower it until answers came. The power rippling between them like waves mists crossing from waves of water against a beach head. Both could no doubtedly feel each others aurora's crossing, the darkness each held their own history much like their choice of weapons.
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Zenchou Piteos
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Oct 13, 2013 8:26:47 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 13, 2013 8:26:47 GMT -8
"You were brought here to learn...as I said." Piteos had little clue about this woman, only that she had some affinity in the Force, and that she seemed to exude a dark aura. His silver eyes watching the warms and hands of the woman as he took a slow step forward. "I suggest you lower your weapon."
His voice cold and uncaring while his silver eyes kept watch for the woman to let lose the arrow. Slowly he gathered some of the pooling dark tendrils and coaxed them to enter his own reserve. He would need them if he was going to have to subdue this woman, and not in the way he had used it against the Jedi. He let his smile grow a bit more, and spoke in a softer tone at this point. "You haven't begun training or doing studies into the dark chaotic workings of the galaxy have you?"
He didn't need to hear her reply, he could tell she was untrained once she displayed that she had cloaking equipment, and some minor training in the Force. But she hadn't been trained to possibly do one of the most important things to a Sith, hide her emotions and her presence. He would wait for her answer, and depending on how she acted it would determine what he chose to do. If the woman showed proper respect that the Sorcerer demanded, he would consider her as his acolyte, and with all these Jedi he would being around it would be useful to have someone more than just on his side for the credits.
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Oct 13, 2013 9:07:48 GMT -8
Post by Miras on Oct 13, 2013 9:07:48 GMT -8
The sorcerer's words fell upon deaf ears as Miras continued his charge; he planted his left foot and launched himself to the right, straight at his foe. Bringing the saber blade down in a vicious overhand chop, his gray eyes blazing with the need to see this threat ended once and for all, he winced as plasma met metal with a crackling screech. Adieumus was here, between them, his gauntlets holding at bay Miras' strike. Baffled, the youth leapt backward, putting space between them. Bringing the saber up in a two handed vertical guard off to his left side, he eyed the man suspiciously.
"...what the kriff is going on?"
Of course, he already knew. Even before he had the chance to reason through the last few seconds and come to the logical conclusion, he knew. Adieumus' deception twisted in his gut like a serpent. He had let righteous anger and the need to see justice done spur him into an animalistic fury...and it had all been a lie. Oh, the sorcerer was evil, of that there was no doubt. He'd killed more than his fair share of innocents and would do so again. Miras didn't doubt that, either. But their clash had been a ruse. A test.
A game.
Slowly, the Corellian lowered his weapon. His right hand fell away from the hilt, leaving the blade to dangle loosely at his side, and after a moment it slipped from his grip to clatter upon the pavement, deactivating. The energy he'd been gathering, the anger that had filled him, the power he'd felt, it all ebbed away, leaving him feeling as if he were filled with lead. He couldn't even summon the strength to direct his anger at Adieumus for putting him through the whole ordeal. There was just a black disregard.
"You set me up."
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Oct 13, 2013 9:55:29 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 13, 2013 9:55:29 GMT -8
*Dred finally makes his way to where everyone was. He picks up a new scent. Female. She and Piteos are engaged in a conversation, which Dred can hear from as far away as he is. He comes up about a block away and continues his forward progress to the battle that once took place. It seems he missed it. Since the padawan was still alive, Dred assumes that he was successful in his test against Piteos. Or maybe rather that Piteos was holding back by 90%. Either way, Dred wasn't bothered. he had what he had come to work out for in his deal to restore the Mandalorian honor. The rest was just a bonus at this point.*
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Oct 13, 2013 10:01:39 GMT -8
Post by Synth - (Wraith Ordo-Duhb) on Oct 13, 2013 10:01:39 GMT -8
She grinned and let out this pyscotical laugh not necessarily at him but the jedi pupil that was next to near to her as she lowered her bow and releasing the energized arrow causing it to harmlessly disperse into the emitter of the bow. Synth then keeping it in her hand bowed in respect to the sith.
Returning from the respectful bow she replies, while still on guard her head and most of her face concealed by her facial wrap and robe. But what could be told for sure was she was young and she knew somehow within her she knew he knew she was dark. Instead of speaking answers to him, she meerly showed them in her frostmatic eyes as she peered into his, her soul open through them showing him her past.
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Zenchou Piteos
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Oct 13, 2013 11:09:49 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 13, 2013 11:09:49 GMT -8
"If you are to train under me I could show you, what you could truly become." His silver eyes gazing at the young woman. He figured there was something off about her, and not just in the fact that she had clearly never trained much in regards to the Force, but much of her were constructions that would augment certain capabilities of her. His smile spread with this thought, revealing his teeth further. "But I will not train you if you question my intentions. You will listen to what I say, do as I say, and become what I say."
His left hand had never left the hilt of his katana, and his stance had not shifted any more than it had when he had entered it. He could stand in this position of readiness for days if he had to. If the woman didn't like the conditions of what she had unknowingly stumbled upon it was likely she would attack. Focusing, Piteos pushed through the dark tendrils the two were practically swimming in with thoughts meant to cause submission into the woman before him. Thoughts of the huge pillars of fiery violet pillars that had liquified metal, his speed when moving, and how he had sensed her to begin with. Thoughts that perhaps she too could learn to do these things, but only from him.
"Is that understood?" His voice cold and cruel despite the twisted fox like smirk that his face wore.
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Oct 13, 2013 15:21:11 GMT -8
Post by Adi on Oct 13, 2013 15:21:11 GMT -8
The sorcerer's words fell upon deaf ears as Miras continued his charge; he planted his left foot and launched himself to the right, straight at his foe. Bringing the saber blade down in a vicious overhand chop, his gray eyes blazing with the need to see this threat ended once and for all, he winced as plasma met metal with a crackling screech. Adieumus was here, between them, his gauntlets holding at bay Miras' strike. Baffled, the youth leapt backward, putting space between them. Bringing the saber up in a two handed vertical guard off to his left side, he eyed the man suspiciously.
"...what the kriff is going on?"
Of course, he already knew. Even before he had the chance to reason through the last few seconds and come to the logical conclusion, he knew. Adieumus' deception twisted in his gut like a serpent. He had let righteous anger and the need to see justice done spur him into an animalistic fury...and it had all been a lie. Oh, the sorcerer was evil, of that there was no doubt. He'd killed more than his fair share of innocents and would do so again. Miras didn't doubt that, either. But their clash had been a ruse. A test.
A game.
Slowly, the Corellian lowered his weapon. His right hand fell away from the hilt, leaving the blade to dangle loosely at his side, and after a moment it slipped from his grip to clatter upon the pavement, deactivating. The energy he'd been gathering, the anger that had filled him, the power he'd felt, it all ebbed away, leaving him feeling as if he were filled with lead. He couldn't even summon the strength to direct his anger at Adieumus for putting him through the whole ordeal. There was just a black disregard.
"You set me up."
You saw it as me setting you up. I saw it as you learning a very valuable lesson."Adi put his hand on Miras' shoulder and smiled. Sure, the boy would probably be a bit irritated for a while about this, but Matango hoped that he would understand the lesson. He was a bright kid....he would see in time that the sometimes-strange methods that Adieumus employed were used for a reason....
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Oct 13, 2013 15:39:46 GMT -8
Post by Synth - (Wraith Ordo-Duhb) on Oct 13, 2013 15:39:46 GMT -8
This seemed extremely tempting for her to become more then she was, push all the limits of control and reality. With a smile she disengages her defensive stance and re-concealed her nightsister energy bow under her stealth equipment suit. Still cautiously watching his hand on the katana's hilt for any signs that she may have to retaliate. She then spoke in her nightsister tongue to Piteos replying with.
"I understand completely all too well."
Her reply speaking of some sort of servitude of the past perhaps as a slave upon some period after her mothers death.
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Zenchou Piteos
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Oct 13, 2013 15:57:42 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 13, 2013 15:57:42 GMT -8
Piteos straightened his posture, and let go of the tsuba of his katana. His hands came to rest balled at his sides, and his silver eyes on the woman's. "So you will comply then? If so, what is your name?" His tone completely unchanged from previously, and his stance while clearly more relaxed was still poised to react if necessary. He continued to push the thoughts of becoming Piteos' apprentice and acolyte to the Sith Sorcerer. A beep could be heard from the melted casing protecting the speaker for his data-gauntlet. He looks at the charred screen for moment before simply removing the slagged machine from his left arm and holding it.
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Oct 13, 2013 17:47:19 GMT -8
Post by Synth - (Wraith Ordo-Duhb) on Oct 13, 2013 17:47:19 GMT -8
"Yes I comply.."
She left it at that statement for a moment. She now stood at an upright yet loose stance so if at any time she could move and move with a quickness.
"My name? Synth or atleast that's what I am called or have been called."
She stopped almost dead in her tracks as she heard and saw the half fried gauntlet making some kind of beeping noise. She motioned to it and out of curiosity asked...
"Wha, what is that thing you got there, what's it called?"
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Oct 13, 2013 18:08:09 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 13, 2013 18:08:09 GMT -8
Piteos nodded to her and then looked back to the Jedi. He motioned at his new apprentice to follow him, they would talk in the bar about how and where he would begin training her. He stopped where his buy'ce had been kicked to by Miras. He picks up his buy'ce and places it on so that he can finally receive the transmission he had received. With out looking back at his new pupil he spoke to her. "It was my data-gauntlet but the tech in it is all fried and need to be replaced."
He stared down at the burnt gauntlet through his T-visor. He turns back to his new apprentice, and perhaps in the most casual tone manageable from a voice that was like that of the winds on the frozen tundra of Arkania. "Do you drink?"
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Oct 13, 2013 19:18:48 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 13, 2013 19:18:48 GMT -8
*Dred catches up to everyone. He walks up behind Adi and Piteos and stops. He takes off his Buy'ce and tucks it under his arm. He looks at the new female. She had a darkness to her, probably Piteos' new recruit. At least that's what he thought. Adi's padawan, Miras looked pissed. He should be glad he only had to face Piteos when he had no intention to harm him. He could have had to face Dred in the battle circle. There was no holding back in the battle circle. Dred just give a musing smile. It ad been a while since he stepped into the battle circle. Last time he broke a guy's jaw in three places. That was glorious. Dred could hear that the conversation was moving back to the cantina. He speaks to Piteos.*
"Who's the aruetii, ner'tat?"
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Oct 13, 2013 19:41:27 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 13, 2013 19:41:27 GMT -8
"My new acolyte, if I am going to be stuck listening to Jedi preaching to one another about what they call honour I would lose my mind." He turns his t-visor towards the mandalorian and the smiled from underneath his buy'ce knowingly. "It is almost time for your armour to be finished is it not?"
He had told the man that the armour would be complete only once he had muttered a chant while the Mandalorian wore it. But the enchantment, while doing what the man had asked, was not really an enchantment but a curse. Each piece had the runes placed upon them, meaning that if one was to wear the full suit the effects would be exponentially increased. And the curse the sith had chosen was Torture by Chagrin. He had had trouble reading the man's surface thought which was something that he should have easily been able to do, and Piteos was curious as to if this man was something untouched by the Force. His asking him to enchant the armour had given him that opening, Piteos was willing to bet that Adieumus knew the same as himself about the curious mandalorian.
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Oct 13, 2013 19:51:19 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 13, 2013 19:51:19 GMT -8
*Exactly what Dred thought. Funny. Dred thought Piteos said it would take a night or two to dry. Something didn't add up. He got the distint feeling like he was being set up. But if he used the Force to do it, there would be no use. Dred should be angry, and a little part of him was. That was the feral rage taking over. But Dred got over it because no Sorcerer worth his mettle in anything did something that didn't have some sort of price to be paid. So he just shrugs.*
"It's dried. The scent has permeated all of the armor. If you think it's ready for the final touches, I can go put it on and come back?"
*It was an open ended question. Dred suspected some sort of trap. He'll just have to see what that trap was, and disappoint the man to his face.*
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Oct 13, 2013 19:58:28 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 13, 2013 19:58:28 GMT -8
"It has already dried?" Piteos looked to him, almost as if surprised. His voice mimicked his actions, that the speed at which the blood had dried genuinely surprised him. "Hmm...very well, it must have something to do with the climate here. The last time I had done this it took three nights for the blood to dry, but that is the important part for it to be dried."
He stopped walking and thought to himself. He turned back towards the Mandalorian and began to speak again. "Meet me infront of the bar after you have the armour on. I will give it the final touches, and you will be good to go with it." He continued on towards the bar. He would wait patiently for the Mandalorian to return, and when he did Piteos would have his answer regarding the nature of him. A normal man would crack from just a single piece, and someone trained in the Force just might be able to withstand a piece or two. But the full suit would dredge forth every horror and nightmare the one wearing the armour could imagine and make it their own reality.
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Oct 13, 2013 20:18:42 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 13, 2013 20:18:42 GMT -8
*Dred noted that surprise in his voice. It was genuine, almost like it shouldn't have happened. But it was. Maybe because of the darkness that Dred used it before. He had killed countless enemies before. Perhaps this was the final darkness needed to become sentient and take over the armor. If that was the case, Dred was safe from the effects. The Force couldn't hurt him. Well, not all of it. Lightning when it left the hands of the user hurt him. Natural elements still hurt him. A boulder for instance, dropped on him would still suck.*
"I'll return momentarily."
*Dred takes his leave and walks quickly back to his ship. It takes him a while to change as the Virago had gotten smaller since his "modifications" took place. He had become Dr.Or'dinii's monster. Finally with his Black and Orange armor of he begins to put on his Red and Black armor. Before he does he sniffs it and looks at the runes that was burned onto the insides. Tracing each with a black fingernail. Within a few moments he had it all on and he begun to put his other armor back where he had the cursed armor. Dred wasn't familiar with curses but he knew that symbols are usually associated with them. With everything put away he begins to walk quickly back. He was getting hostile stares not, while previously it was just anxious fear. Perhaps the enchantment was already taking place and this was the test that Piteos was setting up for. The trap. Dred walks down the alley where the cantina was, ignoring the fear that surrounded him. He stands outside, waiting. His Buy'ce tucked under his right arm.*
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Oct 13, 2013 20:29:21 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 13, 2013 20:29:21 GMT -8
Piteos saw the Mandalorian approaching from within the bar. He stood up slowly shaking his head. He stepped out of the bar's door with a light nod to Dred he moved closer, to inspect that he was wearing the armour he had cursed. To his surprise he was, and this told Piteos only one thing, that the Mandalorian was completely untouched by the Force. He moved his head enough to make it seem like the man beneath the buy'ce was looking over the armour still. In fact he was pulling up records on Adieumus, and Piteos was willing to bet that he himself didn't know what he had contracted to help him.
"Slak'na pri'tal ca'u." Piteos said allowing some of the energy he had still coiled within him, to cause an eerie violet glow over his hands. "Itâl cas pri'to." Stepping back he looked over the man once more before nodding. "It is complete, you will have likely noticed the immediate effects the enchantment caused. To Jedi you will seem as evil as I, the evil that exudes from this armour can even be felt by those not gifted with the Force." Piteos stared into the man, hardly noticing the reflecting silver eyes of his staring back at him from within the buy'ce. "By the way, you never told me what I should call you ner'vod."
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Oct 13, 2013 22:08:08 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 13, 2013 22:08:08 GMT -8
*Dred watched as Piteos gave him the once over. He half expected the words to do something and fail. Even if they did, Dred had no way of knowing. With the final words spoken the tainted armor was complete. Sure he would be annouced to the Jedi on Yavin when he arrived. Not like they could do much to stop him. Dred was a ground assualt guy. He could dogfight with the best but what made him real happy was beating someone stronger than him and demoralizing the opposition. Dred would have plenty time to do that.*
"I guess you forgot. I'm Dred Vizsla, leader of Clan Vizsla. Overlord of Death Watch."
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