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Thread: The Wizard and the Goddess Amulet (w/Chaos)

At his request, she glance about the room for a chair. The one she had been seated in previously, having been knocked across the room. Reluctantly, she crossed the room to retrieve it and dragged it noisily back into place. I appreciate your caution, but I just don't understand... she said as she tentatively seated herself again. ...if this amulet -or whatever it is- was so important, why my gran never mentioned it to me. I was her sole beneficiary. She meant for me to have it. I can't imagine she'd give me something THAT dangerous. Her grandmother had been her guardian for years until the poor woman lost her mind to dementia. Maybe it had just been one of those things she never got the chance explain, she thought sadly. It wouldn't be the first time she had wished she could ask her grandmother one more question. Not that I'm arguing that this thing is bad news, its just your making it sound so...apocalyptic, she said, with a nervous laugh. She watched him skeptically as he looked through the folder. It was hard not to smirk at some of his commentary. When he asked for recipes, she outright snorted. Recipes? My gran used to brag about her lentil soup's secret ingredient being cinnamon and I'm told I make a half decent omlette, she shook her head. I'm sorry, Mr. Samael. I've only seen the object in person twice. Once, on my gran's desk, and the second time to have it appraised. Neither time seemed particularly significant. Sighing, she leaned back in the chair. The more she thought about it, the more odd it seemed that she could recall so little about the trinket and yet it featured so prominently in her dreams. It was almost as if it had been blocked out. That idea didn't set well with her and she quickly changed her thoughts to other things. About your friend... do you really think she can help? I had it examined once and was told it was just a knock off - nothing of value. For all I know, gran could have bought it in a flea market.
Thread: The Wizard and the Goddess Amulet (w/Chaos)

He ignored her brushing off the danger for now, and finished reading the folder before putting it down. Well then I may have to run this by a contact in the White Council, and see if they can get a hold of someone who knows these kinds of things. I really don't like working with the council, but I'm left with little choices. He said, and sighed, leaning back in the chair. As for my friend... I don't know. She knows some stuff, might have a few contacts, probably the sketchy ones are the only ones who would know anything and thats.... He sighed again, shaking his head. I'll probably have to contact her just to be sure.... But I can assure you, it's not a knock off, and it is certainly of value. They either didn't know what they were looking at or were trying to scam you. I'm willing to bet there's something trapped in there and that there's a cult looking to break it out. There's always a cult involved in things like this.... He let out a long breath, shaking his head and stood up, clearly frustrated. Well it seems I have my work cut out for me. I'm going to have to make a few calls, and then see if I have any books about anything like this. He walked around, and offered to shake her hand as a sort of sealing the deal. Well, you can leave unless you want to stay, although I don't see much reason for you to stick around right now. It might be a few days before I can get any answers.
Thread: The Wizard and the Goddess Amulet (w/Chaos)

Do what you think is right, she said, a tone of resignation in her voice. I guess that's why I'm here, anyway... The meeting had gone about as badly as she had dreaded. Terms she didn't understand, stakes she wasn't prepared for, and questions she couldn't answer. He had been just as difficult as she had expected. His bedside manner was atrocious. Wasn't she the victim here? She hadn't asked for these problems. But he had as much as slapped her in the face. Maybe she was being over dramatic. No, I think I'll go, she rose to go, a little surprised at her own eagerness. I'm going to be late for work. Actually, she wasn't going to be late. But she was going to have to take the long way. She didn't know why, she just knew she did. It was one of those things she chose not to think about. When he offered his hand, she was already lost in thought planning the most efficient route and if she had time for another cup of coffee. The sleep deprivation was wearing on her. She almost jumped at his hand like it was a snake and stared at it a good deal longer than was comfortable. Then, regaining her composure, she took his hand and gave a firm shake. Very well, Mr. Samael. You have my contact information, when you learn something.
Thread: The Wizard and the Goddess Amulet (w/Chaos)

Ya... IF I learn something.... He said with a sigh. He wasn't the best at solving life's mystery's, he usually had contacts for that. He was however good at kicking in door and dealing with threats. He was very good at bringing the pain, sometimes too good at it. Especially after losing two loves of his life, there was little for him to live for, and he felt like risking more and more each day. Unfortunately though, or perhaps fortunately, for the moment, he had to just make a few calls, and read some books later tonight. For now, he looked at his phone, and heaved a sigh. He knew who he had to call, and he wasn't exactly thrilled by the idea. He picked up the old phone in his office, and dialed a number. He leaned back in his office chair as it rang, only to get an answering machine. He left a message and hung up the phone, letting out a sigh of exasperation. Great, he'd have to hang around the office for a while and wait for a call back. In the meantime he made a few other calls to some of his sources, anyone who might know something about mystical jewelry or trapping beings in objects. In between calls he would write down what books he would need to look up and realized he would have to run to a book store or two and possibly hit up a certain library. He didn't want to have to deal with anyone in the white council, but it seemed like he didn't have a lot of choice.
Thread: The Wizard and the Goddess Amulet (w/Chaos)

There had been a traffic accident on her usual route, traffic backed up for at least three blocks, but she didn't find out about it until she had already circumvented it. A stroke of good luck some might call it, but Esmine knew better. Instincts too sharp and dreams to vivid, she thought she had left that magic behind. Now she'd gone and hired a wizard to solve a problem with dreams. The LAST time she did that it had been disastrous. For good or ill, she was in it now though. When she got to work, she spoke to no one and immediately set to her usual tasks. She comforted herself with the dull familiarity of her work. It wasn't glamorous, but her office job was comfortable and she was good at it. Her mind lulled by the drone of machinery and endless spreadsheets, she passed the rest of the day not thinking much of wizards or bleeding eyes.
Thread: The Wizard and the Goddess Amulet (w/Chaos)

He made a few more calls to various contacts, getting very little information. Most of them hadn't heard of anything but would look into it for him, and see if they found anything. He hesitated to call the White Council's Library, but knew he would have to if nothing else turned up. He made a note of what books he had to read, when the phone rang. It was his archealogist friend, who was all too happy to hear from him, and told him she'd be on a plane in just a few days to come see him and help out. He tried to talk her out of it he just needed some information but there was no talking her out of it. He set down the phone and sighed, and looked about the room for a moment. Well, no sense sticking around here, he had work to get done. So he packed up his things and headed out to his old jeep, a worn out thing with just the bare essentials. He decided to hit up a few bookstores before heading home, only finding two or three books that would help. So he went home, cooked a small meal, and started to read up on what he had on ancient beings trapped inside small pieces of jewelry. Among other things it could be. He hoped it wasn't Sauron, out to destroy mankind.
Thread: The Wizard and the Goddess Amulet (w/Chaos)

Sameal shut the door to his jeep with a slam, and let out a long exasperated sigh. He shook his head, and opened up the back seat door, getting out the stack of books in a brown paper bag. He highly doubted he would find anything useful in any of them, but it was worth a look. He hupped them into one arm, and closed the door. He then headed out of the small parking garage, an old one built for the small collection of ancient apartments in the area, and headed across the street. He nodded to the nearby elderly in the lounge area of the apartment, and headed up the stairs, five flights to his apartment in the back of the building. He tossed the books down on a free wooden chair once he got inside, and plopped down on the couch, staring at the record player where a TV would normally go, and let out a long sigh. He shook his head, and put on some jazz music, before getting out the books. He spent the rest of the night reading, and not finding out much.
Thread: The Wizard and the Goddess Amulet (w/Chaos)

Arriving home exhausted, Esmine collapsed on the couch. It was still early evening, and she dreaded the possibility of dreams that night, but her weariness left her no choice but to sleep. Just as she was about to doze off, she heard shouting outside her apartment door. It was the voice of two women. She covered her head with a cushion and tried to ignore it, but the argument continued complete with stomping, glass breaking, and the slamming of doors. Reluctantly, she got up and stormed to her front door and threw it open to see what the commotion was about. Standing in the hallway was a middle aged woman in a pattern pink dress, a fistful of papers in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other. Esmine recognised her as the neighbor across the hall. If she remembered correctly, the woman had a daughter who was an incoming freshmen at the college she attended. The woman seemed nice enough and they had exchanged polite greetings before. The woman did not seem terribly amiable just now. Face red with anger and makeup blurred with tears she yelled down the hallway towards the swiftly retreating figure of a young girl in a black shirt and jeans. Get back here this instant, young lady! Don't you walk away from me! The girl paused only to raise a middle finger in salute and hurried down the flight of stairs. For a brief moment, Esmine saw the pale red shape of an eye encircle by flower petals on the girl's back. But when she blinked it was gone. Was what she had seen an omen of some kind? Or was it exhaustion playing tricks on her mind. She didn't have long to think about it as the mother had finally noticed her. What? Do you have something to say?! the mother demanded, angrily. Stunned and still a little unsettled by her brief vision or hallucination, Esmine didn't respond for a moment and just stared at the women. Before she could speak the woman bowed her head, stifling a sob. I'm sorry.... I'm sorry...I'm just... so...frustrated. My daughter is just... throwing her life away. For what? Some boy? A party? I don't even know... The woman continued to stifle soft sobs, and Esmine stood rather stupidly unsure what to do. She had never been good with handling this sort of thing and now while she was feeling exhausted and vulnerable herself, even less so. She had stepped out to the hallway with the intention of screaming her lungs out at the noisemakers, but now found herself speechless at the pitiful site of the woman. It's... fine...I guess. she said finally, then reluctantly, she continued. Is there something I can do? The woman shook her head. No, no... thankyou for your understanding...Miss...Jasmine, was it? Esmine, she corrected quickly. She was not a Disney princess, thankyou. Yes...thankyou, Esmine. And I am sorry for the noise. The woman swiftly retreated back to the apartment and Esmine did the same. Sleep did not come easily afterwords, but with a little help her friend Merlot, rest did not allude her for very long.
Thread: The Wizard and the Goddess Amulet (w/Chaos)

Samael spent the next few days scraping together as much information as he could find. There wasn't much, nothing in particular about her specific demon. That wasn't surprising though, lot of events like battles and the like never got recorded into history. It was very possible her demon, or whatever it was, didn't make itself known in a single book or scroll. That would be incredibly frustrating but not the end of the world. After a day or two he decided his last choice was to call up the council library, so he made the call. It was awkward, since he was still against becoming a member and remaining a freelancer, but they had someone available to look into it for him, it would just be a few days before they would get back to him. He placed the phone done with a sigh, and looked around the room. Maybe he needed to get out, get some fresh air. All his work on this new case wasn't coming up with anything. He took a quick cold shower and got dressed, before heading to the door. That's when the phone rang. He stared at it for a moment, before picking it up after the fourth ring. Yes? Ya this is Samael, SI? You need my help? Well I don't... Missing Persons? Ya... Ya... I'll be right down there. He said, and hung up the phone. Well, that's interesting. He mumbled to himself, and headed out the door. Perhaps some extra work would help clear his mind, or make things altogether all the worse.
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Thread: Reforging Jade [Azecreth & toritaynympho]

Coruscant had fallen. The Yuuzhan Vong had adapted from their earlier mistakes and had smashed into the planet with a massive force. In spite of the marshaled defenses of the New Republic they were unable to hold, and the planet eventually fell to the Vong. Now it had been claimed, and the process had begun of crafting it into a new homeworld, named Yuuzhan'tar. This would be the home for the Yuuzhan Vong in this galaxy, a place where they could rest and continue their dominance of this galaxy. But things had continued nonetheless. While the Vong had taken significant losses, the New Republic had collapsed as a political entity, cast into disarray by the loss of their capital. It was good for the Vong, who needed it to buy time for them to recover from the losses that they had taken over the course of this campaign. There had been other small successes as well, which furthered their chances of success in the war effort. One of those was the capture of Mara Jade Skywalker. It had not been an easy task, but they had managed to overwhelm her in battle, and had taken her captive. As someone who had been infected by the Vong before, the opportunity to have her in their clutches once more was for all the better. Now it was just a matter of deciding what to do with her. But there was one person who knew overall what she wanted to do with Skywalker. Her talents were too much to be wasted, and it would be much better to convert her to their cause, to turn her into one of them. At least, that was the thought of Neela as she entered the part of the building which held Mara. It was organic, as all Vong structures were, and it was definitely secure. There would be no escape for her, especially not for an opponent so dangerous. As Neela entered, she saw the current situation that Mara was in. She was in quite the interesting set up, hanging in the middle of the room with a slight support for her feet. But it was a bit more complicated than that, as the support below would dig into the balls of her feet, providing pain, while the cuffs that held her hands above her head would dig into her wrists if pressure was to be applied to them, meaning that she was in a situation where she would suffer either way. It was to keep her distracted, preoccupied, so she couldn't focus on escape. And as Neela came to a stop, visible with grayish skin, and the bone armor that all Vong wore, she saw it was working quite well. But for now she would wait, observing her, before she began to interact with her
Thread: Reforging Jade [Azecreth & toritaynympho]

Mara had fought to the end as the planet city collapsed with the Vong invasion. A blaster in one hand, and a light saber in the other, she had fought swarm after swarm of the invaders. But it was all in vain. The ferocity of the attack, and the sheer numbers of the mutant like Vong people had overwhelmed her. She had lost her fight and after having her light saber knocked out, there was no further way to defend. Before long, she found herself being knocked out by the horde. She feared the worst. Torture, mutilation, her body becoming trophies for the people that had destroyed her civilization. Yet no such torture came. Instead she was shackled in a painful position where her feet hanging about hard metal studs that were pointed enough that her feet would hurt. Her hands equally tortured by the rough shackles she had been bound with. Hanging there in a painful and clearly unending state, Mara sensed within herself why she had not been killed or canabalized as many had been. She was a prisoner for information. Or so she thought. In her experience, captors only kept prisoners when there was something of value. In Mara, they had someone who was not only the wife of the leader of the Jedi order but also someone who was privacy to secrets in the republic and the bit of the empire that remained beyond the outer rim. However, if they wanted information, wouldn't they torture it out of her? So she believed. It was strange that she had yet to meet face to face with any captors who were to inquire of what she knew. Face me! She tried to scream. Her throat though was dry and parched. Unable to keep screaming, she slunk her head and tried to keep calm and ignore the pain that was building inside of her.
Thread: Reforging Jade [Azecreth & toritaynympho]

Neela watched as the captive human yelled, or tried to anyway. It was good to see that she still had some fire in her, that she was still trying to resist. After all, there would be no point to this if she had succumbed so easily, and it was the challenge which would provide for more of the amusement at the moment. As far as the Vong was concerned anyway. Why go to the bother of hunting worthy prey if you weren't going to enjoy it? She would let Mara shout herself out until she had run her course, before the door slid open and the Vong stepped inside. She wore a calm expression, one that was harder to read especially without the assistance of the Force. Nonetheless she moved with a confident step, born of one who wasn't currently chained up in the middle of the prison. Had hte situation been reversed though, Neela would not have acted that much different, she supposed. You are Skywalker's mate, she asked once she had come to a stop, gaze fixed on Mara. An obvious question, but it would serve as an opening. She couldn't leap straight into anything after all, not with the sort of person she was dealing with. She had to be careful, calculating. That was the path to success, and she would follow it on its course, whatever that might be.
Thread: Reforging Jade [Azecreth & toritaynympho]

Mara had collapsed as she screamed herself to sleep. The sleep was unpleasant. The manacles dug into her wrists and the spikes pained her feet. As she slept, the nightmares of the war and concern for her husband filled her mind. She screamed herself awake again just a few hours later, her eyes becoming baggy with the lack of sleep. She took a deep breath and tried to stretch out with the force, but her mind lacked the feeling. She began to panic. The connection to the force she had felt for so long was gone. No doubt part of the prison or something the Vong had done to keep their prisoner from being able to free herself or fight back. she hung her head again and cried. Suddenly she heard the voice. Her head snapped up and she saw the oddly attractive Vong woman enter the room. Wearing bone armor and staring at her with a strange look. Mara spat and would have cursed the woman, but her mouth was too dry to speak. Instead she just glared, unable to say so much as a single word to the woman who either must be her main captor or someone with the power to visit a prisoner who held so much information and power. What do you want parasite! Mara thought to herself, unable to curse with words, she had settled to use her thoughts as a respite. Barbarians. Your kinds is a disease upon the Galaxy. Some way, somehow, I will escape and I will not settle until I hunt down every single person that captured me and kill them with my own hands.
Thread: Reforging Jade [Azecreth & toritaynympho]

Neela's lips curled in an inhuman smirked, slight but present nonetheless as the captive human spat. Or tried to anyway, apparently too worn out to do so. Or she was just being difficult, which honestly would not have been too much of a surprise Given who she was, it was doubtful that she would give up any information voluntarily, no matter how innocuous it might have been at the time. After all, it would only serve to give them more to work with as they attempted to take over this galaxy for their own. No answer? Very well then. Neela would act as if Mara was just playing tough to get, rather than being incapable of answering. That suited her own agenda perfectly well, since she wasn't seeking information. Instead she wanted to turn Mara, and this played along to that perfectly well. She would act ten, producing a particular device that she had made sure to have with her before she came in. It was small, like a worm of sorts with tiny barbs on one side. It had been specially bred by the Vong using their technology so that it couldn't affect them, but would be all too effective on the humans of this galaxy. She stepped up to Mara then, reaching up to place the creature against the side of her neck. the spikes would pierce and inject their toxin before Neela pulled it away. That done, she stepped back to wait and see the effects. It might take some time to kick in but she was confident that it would sooner or later, acting as an aphrodisiac as well as a mild paralytic, subjecting Mara to the sensation of arousal while leaving her unable to do anything about it even if she wanted to. It was sure to prove most amusing.