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Post by Anna on Jan 2, 2017 20:21:27 GMT -8
Anna blinked- blinking felt so strange now, and sighed slightly, casting her eyes over to the still locked Door of Loki. A scowl crossed her pale face and she finally looked back at Ronan with a decided frown.
Fine- but could you do me a favor first. I've literally been staring at this door all day.
She glared indignantly at the door, pointing at the entry point to Loki's quarters- locked just like it was that morning. As you can probably tell- I've had ... a rough few well years actually. I can hardly concentrate on the force to get this stupid door opened. Something that belongs to me is on the other side- It's not a lightsaber, or a blaster I promise... There are others around who could probably get it opened... but personally- I'm think Fate made a better choice, sending you. She said, turning her expression to him and looking- not just hopeful, but absolutely desperate. The object on the other side of that door, she knew, would make her whole again. It contained a part of her she had been missing ever sense Dagobah and she was compelled to get it back- by any means necessary. Ronan could either help- or not, but either way, she was getting through that door.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 2, 2017 20:32:48 GMT -8
The bounty hunters eyes shifted to the door, one of the crew quarters probably, or a storage compartment he wasn't sure but either way he had a bad feeling about the door, and the room beyond in general. He flipped the edge of his gun towards her, keeping it well in hand while gesturing for her to move back so he could examine the doorway. Stand to one side then... and dont make me get jumpy... you're already making me nervous... He shifted the gun to his other hand holding it gently between his fingers, almost coddling it while raising the device to the door, it seemed to come to life before her eyes and the cybernetic enhancements she had - depending on their complexity - might even catch on to the life that was within the device as it connected once more to the ships computer through an entry panel to the left of the doorway itself. The device hesitated for a long moment as it worked once more to connect to the ships computer, he shook his head - this was taking longer than normal.Whose room is this?
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Post by Anna on Jan 3, 2017 20:43:16 GMT -8
The cybernetics - or rather the AI within the cybernetics, within Anna's body did indeed pick up on the signature of ...another, similar entity.
~I'm more advanced~
Anna blinked a few times- constantly forgetting the mildly automated voice playing in her ear, which seemed to surprise her each time....Obviously... She muttered under her breath back to the prideful Array. That was a technological personality the Array always had, and it hadn't been changed at all. Anna supposed she might could find it amusing, if the AI hadn't tortured her endlessly for the past year and even now refused to leave her alone.
When Ronan asked his question, Anna snapped her gaze to him, realizing suddenly that she had spoken to The Array out loud... Which she supposed could be a response to his first statement. She was obviously making him nervous. He asked her who's room he was breaking into and the Seer took in a breath, managing to stand firmly and not show any signs of discomfort at telling him.
A friend who is very well meaning...but also very misinformed. He's in Theed now- and I promise you'll be long gone before he shows up again.
She said truthfully. Giving him a small, very real, grateful smile, she spoke again. I really really appreciate this. Honestly I wasn't expecting you to help me- and everyone else here is so... I don't know- proper. I wouldn't be surprised if any of them had issues with this lock.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 3, 2017 21:38:56 GMT -8
Her sass nearly passed over his consciousness as he looked down at the device as it worked its way back into the ships onboard computer. He had gotten used to the near constant presence of arrogance amidst those warriors on Felusia, even before the presence of the Whills came to that world - they were the worst of them all. The device brought him back from his waking dreams and what could have been the droning of the woman's 'sincerest gratitude' fell away from his mind as the beeping continued. He shook his head and pressed a button upon the device and the doorway opened.Gullible... self obsessed... sounds like your type. He muttered stepping to one side giving her entry into the room. He lowered his arm and pressed another button upon the device and it fell silent and he crossed his arms over his chest, which was half covered in a similar material of the device and the helm he had worn - the metal covered his vitals and half of his neck and collarbones. These also seemed to be the housing for the helm components when they were not displayed across his face. The metal 'armor' skirted down his legs as well under his gunbelt and wrapping around his thighs but extending no further, as if the armor he worse was designed for someone much shorter - if not smaller in stature.Besides... if it makes you more compliant... He whispered leaning half against the door frame still holding his gun loosely between his fingers as he watched her. He returned the shackles to the pouch against his side, sparing a moment to look over his shoulder and listen for anyone coming down the corridor.What is so important you can't leave behind anyways? [/font]
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Post by Farris Argon Noble on Jan 4, 2017 12:21:18 GMT -8
Myself...
Anna responded quietly as she peered inside the ex Sith Lord's room. It wasn't exactly what she would expect Loki's quarters to look like. She did not the blank place on the floor he probably used for meditation. Overall though, the place still quivered with the darkside. Such a thing never bothered Anna anymore. Her eyes searched quietly for the object she'd gone through the trouble of obtaining- even dragging several other people along in the quest. The thing which had been passed around from person to person until it finally rested here- There!
On the bed, sat a dejected crumpled ball of fabric, and the girl slowly approached it. Cautiously, as if the thing inside the fabric might jump out and attack her- she unfurled the black cloth, her hands even shaking at the sheer amount of energy coursing through the particular object- coupled with the darkness wafting off the fabric, which once were Sith robes. That was an absolutely perfect place to stick the demonic weapon! For a second she scowled at Loki's oversight before finally flinching- her fingers touching the metallic surface of a dagger, hidden in the robes. She was very careful not to let the dagger fall into view of Ronan- at least, not yet. As her fingers clasped around the hilt, and her mind flooded with the familiar images of blood and gore- the almost overwhelming desire to round on Ronan and slaughter him, Anna breathed out a small sigh of relief. No one- on this crew, or planet, or universe should have this thing- not even her. She was just the safest bet, and ironically, everyone else thought the opposite.
I cannot go with you... Altair. I'm sorry.
She slowly turned around- allowing him to see the dagger. She held it loosely- giving the impression that she was not going to use it. The hilt was of dark metal. Red, glowing runic script ran from the tip of the blade and wrapped around its hilt. Even though Ronan might not be a force user- the thing would make anyone uncomfortable if one looked at it too long.
Anna looked up at him- opening her mouth to speak but suddenly she took a step back and closed her eyes. And you don't have time to convince me otherwise. She opened her eyes, a great urgency behind them. You must get back to your ships- quickly. I suppose you could shoot me- but I really rather you didn't. I know this might be difficult for you to grasp- but you're not really after me, and who ever sent you here is probably working with the First Order...and will probably stab you in the back.
She started to walk past him- keeping the dagger blade pointed absolutely away from him. She paused, breathing a sigh and looking at him again. But you helped me- So it's only right I return the favor. There's got to be someone else on your list, and I'm a Seer. She grinned, almost mischievously, but there was still a measure of reservation behind the look. Tell me who they are- and I'll tell you where you can fight them.... Unless the force doesn't want to talk to me right now.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 4, 2017 19:20:03 GMT -8
Altair's eyes narrowed at her blatant and cavalier defiance, and had it been anyone else she would have been dead already. The fact that one he had been sent after was Anna had clearly changed everything for him and he wasn't willing to back up his threats any longer. Clearly the girl had changed and the moment his eyes caught the dagger she pulled out of the obviously Sith robes he knew the source of the unpleasant feeling he had had before opening the door. He finally holstered his weapon and set his eyes on broken seer before him: He shook his head but long before he had ordered his thoughts enough to reply to her blanket statements of things she shouldn't know and had no business knowing the device on his arm beeped and the message confirming Anna's words had been relayed to him.... much to late to be of use, and soon enough only to prove her air of superiority. Altair simply rolled his eyes, in no way concerned for his fleet, Riley was a nervous sort, but he knew his business when pressed. Onconcerned with her slipping past him and becoming more and more aware of how long he had spent here... long past rendezvous... he shook his head once more and whispered.-I need to know where lies or who holds the Journal of Macros Sirraf... and a way to attain it. There was little point in talking in circles now, and she was right. - If for the wrong reason - he was running short on time. Pressing a few buttons upon the device on his wrist, relaying his preset message back to his fleet to prepare for departure and looked back at Anna expectedly, his finger tapping the pommel of his disruptor pointlessly, but clearly for effect and force of habit than anything else.
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Post by Thea Lockwood on Jan 6, 2017 11:23:30 GMT -8
*It occurred to Atton that there might not actually be a speeder around here. Might be a long walk in that case, but he decided to try and find one first.
Fortunately. there was a speeder there, not the nicest ride around, but it wasn't like he was a connoisseur of speeders or anything like that. It would do just fine. At least there was still one on the grounds. They would've been sunk without one.*"Huh...well let's get going then, shall we?" *He hopped in the driver's seat and took a moment to see where all the controls were and to let Thea get in before starting the engine.*"I'll need you to point me in the right direction. All set to go?"
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Post by Anna on Jan 8, 2017 18:44:47 GMT -8
As Anna paused to turn and close the door- making sure the lock would reinstate, she noted Ronan putting his weapon away and visibly relaxed. Regardless to her now possessing a weapon- a powerful one at that- she was very unsure if she could outright fight him without getting even more injured than she already was. As she turned her back toward him, Ronan might note a rather large, circular scar blossom just at the base of her skull. And, even as she took a few steps, she heard his words and froze in place.
Are you serious?
She asked pointedly, whirling around to glare at him. That's something of Whill make. I've never been able to predict anything having to do with them-
Suddenly she stopped- and her eyes became distant. She took a tottering step back, her frail looking body threatening to fall over. No wait... How- how strange. She murmured, blinking rapidly and shaking her head. She leaned against the wall, just making sure she wouldn't loose her balance. I'm sorry- It's just.. I've never seen anything so clearly before. She cleared her throat, her expression slowly reverting back to its aware state. It's on Felucia- At the conclave. at the conclave.... and as for obtaining it. hm well. A small rye smile came to her face. Psych yourself up for a confrontation with Zendora. She's in possession of it.
She glanced down at the blade in her hand before peering back at Ronan questioningly. Why.. do you want it?
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 8, 2017 21:36:42 GMT -8
Altair's eyes fell upon the girl, rolling slightly at her shock and then sudden interest. He glanced down at the device upon his wrist taking note of the transmission from Riley stating that the fleet had pulled back from the action in the stars above which had lead to the destruction of both fleets and the countless deaths. Not that he seemed to care - they were not his men, they were not his problem. His eyes narrowed as as she continued to speak... blabbering at first then finally...
Felucia
He exhaled with what seemed to be an irritated expression and then finally nodded. Felucia, where it had all started for Macros 'the Black' Sirraf. He had searched the entire Planet once already, spoken to all of the soldiers and most of the Jedi that would have known - nothing. Zendora, the obvious answer never once crossed his mind. His mind moved in circles over the new problem, the next step. At least he had a name... and it wouldn't be to long before he came up with a way to --As i remember it Zendora had a daughter, Paradigm. Where can i find her? He whispered the last bit with a hint of amusement, and the bite of a challenge. The daughter and the late Macros - other than the being Shianon - where the only ones that could have a shot at taking anything from Zendora against her will - hopefully it would not come to that. He raised the device to his lips and whispered against the comm.::Prepare the fleet for hyperjump to the Eastern Outer Rim - planet Felucia, Riley... tell the crew... you're going home. Send down D'lyse and 4 men with my ship and my gear, and call my Aurek back, I'll meet you on Felucia, Captain Riley, the Bridge is yours.::Finishing his transmission he looked over Anna, this time with a skeptical glance, as if for the first time seeming sympathetic to her current situation and state of being. When she wobbled he half raised a hand as if to catch her if she tumbled. When she stabilized against the wall he righted himself and returned his arms to cross against his chest, looking at the closed doorway with a slight raise of his eyebrow before raising the device to the slice port he had created the moments before - the Device integrated in seconds this time, clearing away any trace of his presence within the ships systems and cutting the memory and recording of any onboard security recording devices the AI could interface with just as Altair glanced back at Anna with a grin.You look like shit... you could use a break, and since you've decided to remain planet side my 'motives' are now none of your concern, tell me what i need to know, and i'll go.
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Post by Anna on Jan 10, 2017 9:28:38 GMT -8
Anna nodded in satisfaction as Ronan erased his presence on the ship and in the ship's computers. She'd obviously tell Loki she managed to get into his quarters and take her dagger back, but she would not mention Ronan. Walking out of the ship and down the landing ramp, the Seer blinked and almost reeled back at the sudden assault of sunlight against her sensitive eyes.
Yea....I feel like it too. She said, regarding his last comment about her state. Leaning against the exterior of the ship she looked over at him skeptically.
Zendora might be easier to deal with, honestly.... Anna concluded with a light frown, but shrugged. She had nothing against her cousin- but she also had nothing she owed the Shilor human hybrid. infact there were plenty of reasons Anna should dislike Paradigm.... but a Seer didn't hold grudges- after all, she was partly responsible for the wayward girl's actions.
She's on Nar- Shadda.... You'll find her in New Vertika...and by the time you get there- You can probably just look for running people- and she'll be in the middle of it. Good luck.
Anna said, and gave a deep sigh. And thanks for not forcing me to come with you.. Even with this... She glanced down at the dagger. I don't think- right now, I'd put up much of a fight. You'd think it was boring. May the force be with you and all that Jazz.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 10, 2017 23:06:29 GMT -8
Altair followed her down the ramp, his eyes constantly surveying the area - he had stayed long passed his time frame to get the girl out. His evac plan had changed as well and now he had to change his plan again and rendezvous with his ship elsewhere, he wouldn't bring it over the villa in the daylight. The hunter stayed in the shadow of the ship as Anna moved out into the sunlight.
Crossing his arms over his chest seeming much more relaxed than he really was he studies the girl for a long moment, unable to help himself from the curiosity of how she had come to possess such a strange and unique weapon, or what the Sith had against her that caused him to take it. It wasn't his concern of course, nor any of his business.Paradigm won't be a problem... The words rolled off his lips with a smooth grace that was beyond his norm, almost as if he was attempting to mimic someone who's voice was unlike his enough to be unrecognizable, this brought a smirk to his lips and he leaned up from the ships hull and moved forward to pat Anna gently on the back and whispered softly...Take care of yourself girl... Altair pulled back and moved off at a slow jog towards the south end of the villa, disappearing around an arrangement of bushes towards the water, any plan he had of getting off the island unknown.
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Post by Anna on Feb 12, 2017 18:45:30 GMT -8
Anna shook her head as Ronan left- wondering just how much of a problem he expected her shilor half breed cousin to be. The thought made her smile. Paradigm- like her mother, was a difficult person to get a future read on. The force did not touch them like it touched every other living being. Ronan was going in blind- literally. She walked toward the villa, briefly wondering if she would give him pointers if she actually knew them. But a pain in her neck caused her to stumble and fall to her knees.
~You're hemorrhaging. Seek medical attention.
Thanks... but I- I don't.....that's not happening....now.
Anna muttered as she pitched forward- the dagger skittering a small distance away from her. Her blurry eyes widened as she scrambled toward the blade, half hazardly grabbing at the ground- trying desperately to get closer to it. Everything suddenly cast itself in white glowing outline- while the blade she was after pulsated crimson.
~You have an estimated 37 seconds to live.
Anna didn't reply. She felt a cold pricking sensation radiate out from her center, reaching deep into her muscles and immobilizing them. Her body protested- trembling on the ground until finally she felt the cool metal of the demonic weapon against her fingertips. Just- a little- farther.
~28 seconds.~
She gripped the blade so tightly that she felt it biting into her flesh. The warm blood seeping through the newly opened wound seemed to do the opposite of what it was suppose to. As warmth touched her hand, and the blade drank its fill- that warmth flowed through her whole frame, leaving in its wake a dark chill, an ebon cascade she had grown far too use to. Then everything went black. The girl remained face down, sprawled out in the grass just before the Villa's front door- the dagger's edge clinched tightly in her fist.
She hadn't made a sound- but the dark tide in the force certainly sent itself rippling outwards from her, as Bogan's influence knit her damaged systems back together in a strange, forbidden way.
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Post by Tiro Saul on Feb 15, 2017 10:38:21 GMT -8
I was enjoying my drink when I felt a very odd ripple through Ashala come forth. Though it was different all on its own, It was familiar. Some dark skills were at work somewhere near by. I placed the lid back on my flask and stood back up. Someone was playing with things that shouldn't be here. With a sigh I started off in the direction of the disturbance. What a wonderful day to be ruin by such dark things. I could only hope that some poor soul was able to handle what they started. It was long before i happened upon the disaster. I don't remember seeing this women when I first arrived, but I did know that everyone was gone and that I was the only one here who could help at the moment.
My eyes scanned over her body. First noticing the wound in her hand that now clutched a dagger in it. It was when my eyes landed on the dagger I grunted and crouched down over the dagger. There was the source of the disturbance, The dagger it self was a dark object. Ones I had seen with in the order of warriors, and among the darkest orders. Some how this women had come across one on naboo? Or maybe it had been here the whole time, which seemed odd I swear I should have sensed it before now.
How I should handle it became the very next problem. It had a hold of her, I could feel its magic working with in her own body. There were rules that had to be followed when dealing with such dark objects. Normally I would have researched it before interacting with it, but this was not something I was able to do. The first problem was how to move it, its powers can only me affect in one of three ways, physically touching it, Mentally touching it or it would affect me by being with in an certain range of it. But So far I felt nothing, other then its dark aura. But it could still be feeling me out before it chooses to act. My fingers flicking back and forth as I mentally discuss these options to help discern the best course of action. Closing my eyes and started to slow my breaths focusing my mind into a solid wall. If it was going to come at me mentally then It was in for a fight.
When I felt my mentally barrier was built soundly enough I untied the sash at my side and unwound it laying it upon the ground next to me. With one last breath I reached out with Ashala wrapping her powers around the dagger, then diverting some of her power towards the womens wrist clamping own on both. Physically I my hands mirrored the metal gesture bringing my hands together and closing my fists. With a sudden jerk of my hands to my sides, I meant to mentally Pull the dagger from the fallen womens wrist.
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Post by Anna on Feb 18, 2017 20:07:55 GMT -8
It was dark- in the beginning. It was always dark just before the Seer's unconscious mind started wandering through the force. But soon enough shapes and images and things to come and things that had been- things that happened now, started coming into focus. Anna felt her mind centering itself. It was easy, Far easier than the last time she'd wrestled with the darkness contained within the dagger. Perhaps Zeal had learned his lesson. Perhaps- just maybe, Anna had won. She was victorious over the demon, but at a steep cost. Every mechanical part now resting within her- the Array's voice chiming in her head- the forbidden knowledge which now rested somewhere in data files, that was the cost of success. Above everything was that journal- and she couldn't help but feel like telling Ronan it's location was a terrible mistake.
Suddenly- within her mind, the book was in her hands, the old, but sturdy journal of one Macros Sarrif- and it felt like it belonged there, in her grasp. Which obviously made no sense. The book belonged to Zendora. Anna herself, had never actually seen the thing, nor cared to, but right now, she felt like that was the one thing she wanted in the universe, more than full recovery- more than the lost data files, more than the dagger she now felt digging into her palm.
~Proximity alert~
Suddenly the journal was snatched away from her. She felt a sharp pain in her hand, and looking down, she saw blood pooling in left palm. What had happened? Who had taken the book?
On the ground, in reality, Anna's body shook and her eyes flew opened as soon as the dagger left her grasp- sliding another couple inches away from her. Before she turned her gaze to Tiro, she looked over at her now bleeding palm and frowned. Her breath quickened as she tried to pull herself forward toward the blade she'd lost grip on. Her strangely colored eyes lifted then to the man who dare take such a thing from her.
What are you doing?
Her narrowed eyes blinked in surprise at how parched her voice sounded. Apparently a bleeding brain really took a lot out of you. But that was all mended now. She had hoped to garner a bit more strength from the blade's edge- but this man had ripped that chance away from her. She supposed she could stumble around for a few more days then. it wasn't the end of the world. Besides, she was more curious than angry.
I was in the middle of something very important.
She huffed and pressed her hands against the ground, struggling to push herself up to her knees. After a short time she managed, but the action took her breath away and she slid back to sit on the ground properly, hunching over slightly and breathing heavily. I was almost done too... What's a man like you doing over here anyway?
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Post by Tiro Saul on Feb 22, 2017 18:38:18 GMT -8
She seemed to regain her consciousness once the dagger had been ripped from her grasp. I placed the dagger on to my folded sash and folded the cloth over to conceal it. Not so much from her but from others sight. I almost felt bad for her watching her struggle so much, but that's what you get for playing with such dark objects. When she fell back down onto the ground I sighed and brought out the silver flask I was drinking from before. Opening the top i took a swig from it and then closed it and threw it over to the young women. It wasn't a magic potion of any kind, but its content could make any injury seem minor once you drank enough.
Drink it will help you. As for me, I had been passing by when I met some of others here leaving for the city. I stood behind to talk with another lady, tell your toy over there called out to anyone and everyone.
I sat down crossing my legs in front of me staring at her. What was she almost done with? She was passed out when I got here. I glanced over at the dagger my interest peeked a her statement.
What were you so close to?
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Post by Anna on Mar 3, 2017 13:13:33 GMT -8
She wasn't sure how, but as if she knew the object was coming for her, she flicked up her right hand and plucked the silver flask out of the air with little effort, despite her obvious difficulty moving just a few seconds prior. Blinking, figuring out just what her reflexes had done, she looked down at the flask and shrugged her shoulders. A seer was dangerous enough- but a drunk seer? She had no idea, and at this point she didn't care. She took a swig of the flask and closed it, setting it down and clearing her throat with a slight shutter.
That's... strong.
She said with a little more life to her voice. Her eyes constantly remained fixated on the dagger's location, and her body tensed slightly, as if preparing to jump on the man and wrest the blade from him at any moment. Though her tone relaxed, her body did not.
It's complicated. You probably noticed I'm not in top form right now and I was just trying to regain some of my lost strength. It's all in there now,She said, nodding at the concealed dagger. I was just getting it back.
She frowned slightly, having not considered who was still at the villa. She knew, of course- but knowing and recognizing were two different things. I forgot about hero types like yourself being around here, ready to swoop in at the first sign of trouble. I guess I should have been more...discreet.
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Post by Tiro Saul on Mar 11, 2017 18:10:04 GMT -8
A loud laugh erupted from me when she got upset about hero types.[/color]I assure you rather you die or live is of no matter to me, your death would only tip the scales and give me something to do.
I looked over towards the dagger and reached out to it with Ashala and dragged it in front of me unfolding it. While looking at it I reached into my pocket and grabbed a silver container that contained my cigars. Grabbing one I placed it in my mouth and lit it. I slight I reached down towards it careful not to actually touch it. It seemed she was going to try and keep its secrets from me. Shame really if it had the ability to help me do my work then I could find some use for it. I turned back towards her with a smile.
Im more worried about an object like this being in place it shouldn't be. So this dagger of yours contains strength with in it? Could be useful in my job. So does one only need to grab a hold of it to obtain this strength?
There was always one thing you could count on. Dark ones were always so afraid to lose there own power that, threatening to steal it always got you some kind of reaction. That made it easier to get the info you needed. I only need to push hard enough.[/font]
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Post by Anna on Apr 7, 2017 20:15:58 GMT -8
Anna gave a light laugh and shrugged, laying back on the grass and folding her arms under her head. Ah- it felt very good to lay down. Why had't she done that earlier? Why did she have a constant need to sit or stand, to show strength. She wasn't strong right now. She was a pushover. Lying about it would only cause problems later.. She looked over at Tiro and a strange sarcastic smile drew across her lips.
Tough it? I mean- sure I guess, if you want a chance to become a murdering psychopath, go ahead. She blinked a few times. It felt so strange having eyelids again. She wasn't sure she liked it either. Perhaps she'd go back to just using a blindfold again. She'd gotten use to the dark. But this Tiro was curious and his intentions were anything if pure. He was- fruitlessly but valiantly pursuing some sort of balance to the universe. But no one quite understood that the universe was never intended to be balanced. It wasn't like anyone would believe her if she started preaching that though, so she decided to give the guy what he wanted. Answers.
There's a stab happy demon or- to be more polite, force aspect in there. We call him Zeal, and for good reason. For now, it responds to me... but it seems like other people, respond to It. So if you're not prepared mentally- especially sense you have the force- you might not like what happens when you pick that weapon up. But if you're curious.... I'm just going to want it back eventually, you know, because it's mine and stuff.
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Post by Anna on Jul 3, 2017 19:41:48 GMT -8
Anna flinched slightly and turned her head to peer at the dagger. She reached out her hand toward it slowly, tugging on it with the force in hopes the man would release it back to her possession.
I actually kinda need it now, at least for a little while. if you want to experiment on it later, be my guest but I really want to walk again without falling over.
With that she gave a forceful yank on the blade if she needed to, and without pause, drove the blade into her opposite wrist. Convulsing once or trice, she fixated her slowly dimming eyes on the man and spoke in a fading whisper.
Just.....don't..... interrupt me....this time.....
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Post by Anna on Jul 6, 2017 20:12:27 GMT -8
How long had it been? Minutes? Hours? Days? Years? Anna wasn't really sure. Nevertheless, she jolted when her eyes cracked opened and light assaulted her unfamiliar irises. Expecting to feel groggy, the Seer sat up, surprised even at her own surge of strength which lifted her to her feet and moved her forward, toward an area at the side of the villa.
Where am I going?
She asked no one in particular.
::Apparently Theed::
Anna blinked at the Array's voice in her mind and nodded slowly in understanding as she opened large metal sliding door, revealing a few recreational vehicles- some water skimmers and a few single passenger speeders. That's right- Something's happening I can't be late for. It makes sense now.
Jolting slightly, she looked down at her left arm, where ran a jagged black scar, from a wrist wound that looked like it would have killed anyone else. Now I really understand....
After checking to see that her dagger was still in place, the Seer climbed into a speeder. Looking down, she frowned at the black neural suite still clinging to her body- making her look more like some shady secret agent than a Jedi....or well she supposed she wasn't one of those anymore either. With a frown of contemplation, the Seer shot off toward Theed, and her intended meeting.
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