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Thread: A Perfect Revenge ((Chocolate x Arc))

Nikolia wasted no time, it wasn't in his nature. As the priestesses left, he was right behind them. He made no attempt to hide his presence from them. Nor did he talk to them. His blade remained in his hand, swinging back and forth as he paced after them. If they bothered to particularly stare at him, or try to pounce him again, well they'd probably get a rude gesture and a blade jabbed into them. He slowed as he got to the temple, letting them move ahead of him. He gave the place a quick once over, noting any particularly well armed faithful, odd markings that he thought might be supernatural in nature, detrimentally supernatural that is. It wasn't the most through of scans, though he did look for any Kalseren Marks upon the place, warning of potential dangers. Covern symbols that would look like nothing at all to those untrained in thier deeper meaning. Once he was satisfied with his short survey of the Temple and it's possible pitfalls and damnations, he finally made his way to the doors, saying nothing to no one unless stopped.
Thread: A Perfect Revenge ((Chocolate x Arc))

Anjelay waited for Nikolia's answer. Though the actual time was less then fifteen minutes, she was impatient. Ordering a priestess to show him to a private prayer chamber, she waited to hear him. She would bring him to her temple in the heavens on her own. She made sure she looked good for a mortal's eyes. Her blonde hair pulled back and tied with a strand of pearls. Her dress was sheer, showing off her body. She looked like a major goddess and that was her plan. The second she heard Nikolia in her private room, she went to the earth. On his request, she appeared to him in a shower of gold, the show meant to make her seem more then just a minor goddess.
Thread: A Perfect Revenge ((Chocolate x Arc))

Nikolia looked up slowly as the goddess appeared. First thing, right out of his mouth came, You're trying too hard, as he witnessed the display, the wealth she gaudily displayed. His blade had been put away, held at his right hip. His hands were empty, his weight shifted to lean heavily on his right foot. He was still rainsoaked, dripping on her floor. his clothing was crude and functional, ment for the stalking and killing, not ment for the audience she may have wanted. Oiled leather jacket, thick wool grey shirt, thick oiled breeches, worn, cracked boots. The scent hit his nose, and he blinked slowly as he breathed it in. It seemed too sickly sweet, a cloying sensation that made him feel light headed. W-what is your offer?
Thread: A Perfect Revenge ((Chocolate x Arc))

Anjelay looked down at herself. Well, yes, I suppose it was a bit much, she said. She had forgotten how simple the followers of Kelseru could be. she toned down the glow, but there was little she could do about the rest. My offer, Nikolia, is to win the war, she said. I understand the followers of Kelseru and Jorter are at war, and that's causing problems in the heavens. Two gods fighting means everyone must pick sides. You understand that, right? She walked over to him, trying to look as sweet as possible. I'm sure you want Kelseru to win the war. I know you are vital in tipping the hand. I can make sure that your side wins. She wasn't lying, but she didnt tell him that his side would soon be her side.
Thread: A Perfect Revenge ((Chocolate x Arc))

He breathed deep again, a slow smile starting to break out onto his face, barely an upturning of his lips, but it was still a smile nonetheless as the goddess approached him. Internally he could hear his mind crying out to him, something was wrong. She was saying nothing, just BS and fluff, bying time... time for what? He couldn't find an answer, it seemed to keep eluding his thoughts. Maybe there wasn't an answer? When she drew closer, it got worse. Something clicked in his head, some primordial awreness drilled into him through ritual and necessity. He did somethign quite childish seeming. He shifted his jaw, and bit down, hard, on his inner cheeks, keeping tha tsmile on his face even as he felt a rush of pain and an iron taste of blood something to him. Taking the edge off whatever was going on, though he was still feeling its effects. Give me terms, or it's over, no flowery bullshit.
Thread: A Perfect Revenge ((Chocolate x Arc))

Damn Kelseru! He should not have the power to invade her temples. She nearly had Nikolia under her sway, just enough to make this pleasant. Well, if he wanted to do this the hard way, she could. After all, she was sure she'd win. All right, no more flowery shit, she said. Plain and simple, you are important to Kelseru, so you are important to me. She grabbed his arm and teleported them to the heavens. she was not going to lose this time. Kelseru would find it harder to get into her domain now. I plan on winning this war, and you are going to help me, she said.
Thread: A Perfect Revenge ((Chocolate x Arc))

... Fuck, was all he could muttere. Being teleported, that momentary disorganization of being displaced through time and space. It threw him off his axis, being removed from whatever it was he knew. Disconnected from reality. He spit up, spewing out a bit of spittle and blood out towards the deranged goddess. He fell down to one knee, breathing hard, regaining his focus. Where was he? He tried to think, through the haze and disorientation. He glanced around, getting his bearings before the deranged woman did something truly disasterous to him.
Thread: A Perfect Revenge ((Chocolate x Arc))

The moment he was down, Anjelay sprung her trap. He was caged and could not get out. This was her plan, to break him and then mold him into her soldier. Welcome to my home, she said. Consider yourself now my personal guest. Nikolia, you will soon regret most of your past life, and live only to breathe at my command. She left him there so he could get his surroundings. She had to change out of her outfit and into something easier for his training. Once he was ready, she'd inform her brother. For now, no one needed to know.
Thread: A Perfect Revenge ((Chocolate x Arc))

Gone. And as she left, he finally got his bearing sback under him. Whatever it was, he still wasn't sure, but there was something just, overwhelming about her presense. He shook his head slowly, thinking to himself, So this is the power of a goddess? He stood back up, looking around at his caged status. Whil she aws gone he took stock, just as he did at her temple. He tried to see if the bars were wide enough to leg anything through, his head, his arm, a hand? He checked to make sure his weapons were still there, the blade at his side and his hidden ones. If he was clothed, what the floor was like, anything at all to help him out of his predicament. And of course, to feel his connection to his God and its manifestation.
Thread: A Perfect Revenge ((Chocolate x Arc))

By the time Anjelay re-entered the room, she had changed into a plain, short toga. Her goddess dresses were put away and she was at her most simple. Back, so long ago, Kelseru had once admired her like this. Back when her brother had helped him, before Kelseru became a god. It was not only Jorter who had been betrayed, but she as well. It also hadn't escaped her notice that her name was left out of Kelseru's personal mythology. Good, you're moving, she said. She had, for the time being, allowed him to keep his items. Let him enter this believing he could win. Kelseru can't help him here. That coward wouldn't dare enter her personal home. The sooner Nikolia realized his god had abandoned him once she got to him, the better. Don't bother trying to escape. That cage is made to hold the gods. A mortal like you won't stand a chance, she said. I control it, and I now control you.
Thread: A Perfect Revenge ((Chocolate x Arc))

Nikolia stood in the center of the cage, he neither nrew closer, nor shied away from the goddess as she entered the room. A toga, a simple appearance, no guady jewelry, no blinding auras. She thought she was in control, in dominance. Like so many priestesses of Kalseru, and would be warrior maidens. It seemed familiar, and thus was comforting. As was his cache of weapons, and the connection to his god that he still felt, however distant. I am born a free man, and I shall die a free man. You don't have the power to control me.
Thread: A Perfect Revenge ((Chocolate x Arc))

Anjelay slowly made her way around the cage. Her fingers trailing over the bars. She knew she wasn't impressive or intimidating, but she was in control. The moment he relized that, the better. I don't care about your mortal life, she said, making her way around the cage again. Here, you are mine. From this day out, I will give you the truth. No more...what did you call it before? Ah, yes, flowery bullshit. Only the truth between us. She stopped in front of him. I wasn't lying when I said you were important to this little war. However, I don't fight for Kelseru. And don't bother trying to contact him. Even if you can, that means that the coward has to actually face me, and he hasn't been able to even utter my name since before his godhead. She smiled, giving him a look over. Today is the last day of your freedom. I suggest you live it up.
Thread: Sandy, Spectral Haunts  (Silv & PickledPlatinum)

Mos Espa. A once-sweet desert rose nestled in the heart of the horrid dune sea, the winding snake of a city was a dying cesspit of corruption. With an economy based so heavily on drawing in spectators for the famed pod races, it was a city of come and go. There were always strangers in the streets, and their faces changed day to day, week to week, race to race. The locals were lost in the constant crush of visitors and excitement, and business boomed. Especially the lucrative businesses that were the slave trade, and in particular the night life. Cantinas were like roachesfor every one you saw, there were another two nestled around the corner in some filthy back alley somewhere, somehow. The more civilized ones were featured on the main drag of the snake-like central street, complete with dancing entertainment. The more seedy, darker places were the ones that a person couldn't find unless they were lost in the maze of alleys and walks. Rather than put herself in either category, the young red-headed woman chose to walk the hazy middle line, choosing an establishment only a block away from the main street. Just far enough away from the commonplace that the common folk wouldn't bother most of the time, and not far enough into the shadows that the shadow dwellers wouldn't come out unless called. Her name, or rather the word that she chose to be called by, was Seren. Seren Fey, some called herfey meaning a number of things, but most commonly 'fated to die'. And that was the reason that she kept to a nearly indistinguishable fringe, where she wasn't likely to be found, by someone who wanted to carry out that fate. And so she slid up to the bar, hunkered into a seat, and tipped the barkeep's attention toward her just enough to let him know he had a new client. Durindfire, she whispered Cold. And the glowing cocktail appeared before her in a moment or two. The barkeep cleared his throat, and she looked up from a sip, gesturing at him vaguely with her hand. I already paid you, good sir. Forget me. His eyes glazed very slightly, he nodded, waved her away, and she slid away from the crowd at the bar, and into a corner, out of sight, and out of mind. Or, she would have been had it not been for the glowstick of a drink she was sipping at, twirling the glass in her fingers. She smiled at the sickly blue-green glow, watching the way the light lit her delicate features into a ghastly, spectral glow, from the reflection in the glass. Her smile didn't reveal her teeth, and was faint enough that it was nearly not there, but it was just enough to make her features all the more eerie in the ghostly glow. Let the night begin.
Thread: Sandy, Spectral Haunts  (Silv & PickledPlatinum)

Let me first apologize for taking so long, sorry. A young man walked into the shabby bar, many obviously illegal drinks bubbled lightly behind the bar. The man looked around as if he had sensed something amiss. His eyes stopped on Fey for several moments before he turned back towards the bar, now acting as though he was completely unaware of her very existence. The man himself was difficult to describe, since he was cloaked and hooded in Jedi garb. The garb was pure white and was etched with almost to many Jedi symbols, as if some form of disguise. Many heads turned, as his garbs apparently announced the presence of a Jedi to the stupid and easily fooled. The man sat down by the bar and ordered a drink, placing a small pack which he carried down. The pack hit the floor heavily, indicating valuable or just plain heavy contents. One of the drunks eyed the pack, obviously thinking about potential contents. To this the man whispered shortly in his ear. The drunk stood up and walked out of the bar, ignoring the call of the bar tender. Hey you, Riorian, you didn't pay for your last round. The bar tender chased after the drunk and turned him around, the drunk didn't seem to notice he had been turned around as he walked past the bar tender collapsing on the floor near the bar. The bar tender seemed confused for a moment but quickly recovered as he walked up to the drunk, extracting his wallet from his pocket and returning to behind the bar.
Thread: Sandy, Spectral Haunts  (Silv & PickledPlatinum)

No problem. Life happens. Rather frequently, in fact. From her spot, Fey could see the entirety of the bar, except down beneath it which wasn't visible to anyone except perhaps those sitting at the bar itself. She could see the drunks, the sober, the deals being made and unmade, and the entrance and exit of every patron. All there was to give her own presence away was the steadily dwindling bottle of glowing liquid, and within a number of minutes, it too had been extinguished. Becoming bored, and deciding to play with a glowing drop hovering around the inside of the neck of the bottle, she didn't notice the look she received from the newest entry to the establishment. Her eyes rose to touch his back just as he turned away. His robe intrigued her--she had always known Jedi to be much more subtle creatures. They hardly liked to flaunt their presence like that, wearing pure white with jumbles of stark symbols. That brought several things to mind he could either be an idiot, or a fake. One way or another, it hardly seemed to bode badly for her. Bored with the sudden lack of good drink in her bottle, she mentally nudged the bartender with her suggestion of more drink, and he made his way over to her with another cold durindfire, eyes slightly clouded with her mental pressure, and bent for a moment, almost as if talking to her, and she made the mimed action of slipping something into his hand, though she really did no such thing. He dropped the imaginary money into his apron, and then wended his way back to the bar, where he seemed to come back to himself. Completely unaware of what had just happened. She chuckled softly, and cracked the wax seal from the second bottle, sipping steadily as she continued to watch the goings on, in particularly the potentially stupidfake Jedi who sat at the bar.
Thread: Sandy, Spectral Haunts  (Silv & PickledPlatinum)

The man silently sipped his drink as if no one else was present. Several thugs were talking about the man as silently as they could. They occasionally would point to him and the bag he carried as they rabidly discussed their increasingly obvious plans. The man remained by the bar, not even giving the bar tender his attention as he mentally probed everyone in the room. He did this rather slowly, and cautiously towards those most likely to catch him in their mind. He finally had a general synopsis of everyone in the room, and what some of them planned to do next. The only one missing from the picture was Fey, whom he had intentionally avoided contacting mentally. He took several more sips from his drink, relishing it's subtle intoxicating effect that he so enjoyed. He waited several moments, keeping his senses alert to see what fey would do. The only thing he knew about her for sure was that she was shrouded in the dark side of the force and had no training to hide this from others familiar with the force. Though she was powerful, the force was strong with her, but she neglected to properly train herself.
Thread: Sandy, Spectral Haunts  (Silv & PickledPlatinum)

While two small bottles of drink were certainly nowhere near the amount that she would need to ingest to even come close to being intoxicated, they were enough for her to make her more easily bored. If there was one thing that was bad for her to be, it was bored, because she had absolutely no problems with starting things that would make her...less bored. What mattered quite a bit to her was her own amusement. It was petty, sure, by all means, but it was her. Her attention had turned to one particular group of men muttering to one another, and watching the 'Jedi' at the bar. There were four of them, and it looked like they were getting ready to move. She smiled. One of them stood up, from the far side of the table, and began to move around his companions as they began to rise, and she found her opening. With a gentle thought, she called a tendril of the force to swoop around his ankle, and the man went down with a squawk of anger. One of his companions jumped up, and darted around to check on him, but only made it half way when another of his buddy's chairs slid out just enough to trip the second man up. Both second and third man and chair went down into the pile, and the fourth man simply sat at the table and howled with laughter, mocking his clumsy friends. And within seconds, a small brawl had started between the four, and it didn't take long for it to escalate to include more and more of the bar patrons by the second. Fey chuckled, tipped back the rest of her drink, deftly ducked as a chair sailed across the room and through the window behind her head, and then disappeared out the window behind the chair in a single, fluid movement. While starting barfights was fun enough...now she needed to find another bar to plague herself upon. She flipped up the hood of the short, tan-coloured cloak, covering her choppy, sandy red hair, smashed the empty bottle against the ground, and stepped off down the alley, humming an amused, jaunty tune to herself as she made her way deeper into the darker, nastier part of town. There was still much fun to be had.
Thread: Sandy, Spectral Haunts  (Silv & PickledPlatinum)

The supposed Jedi noticed Fey leave as the bar fight conveniently broke out, and it didn't take him long to deduce what had happened. He stood up grabbing his pack, easily overpowering everyone in his way as he made his way out the door after Fey. He stepped out into the windy street to notice water was flooding it. Rather odd for Tatooine he thought. He turned to see a moister farmer had in effect, lost control of his merchandise. Ignoring this small inconvenience he began to run after Fey. He quickly found traction to suddenly be a bit of a hazard in the freshly soaked street. Catching a glimpse of Fey running off in one direction, he acts quickly to over take her. He dashes behind a corner and focuses his energy at her mind. Using the dark side of the force to seize control of her mind. permission to god mod, just a little while I use some sith magic?
Thread: Sandy, Spectral Haunts  (Silv & PickledPlatinum)

go ahead. just have a bit of a hard time, because she isn't supposed to be totally weak in the force. she also does not happen to have the holocron on her person, if that becomes an issue The swell of darkness in the currents of the force behind her was enough to alert her that something was definitely not right, but she wasn't quite quick enough to throw up her mental shields to a state where she would either be invisible or able to block any sort of mental attack. Her hands jerked over the hilts of her sabers, fighting for control to take them as the other mind in hers fought her to keep them off. Her entire body stiffened, her back arching to a painful angle as she fought the mind control, lashing out with a mental bombardment of her own. But she was simply too disoriented and caught off guard for that to function properly, and though she could tell the general direction of the attack, she was more interested in trying to keep control then she was in pinpointing the idiot screwing with her. As a last ditch effort as she remained trapped in the arched posture, Fey threw back her head and let out a sharp keening shriek, much like a banshee, that reverberated in reality as well as in the force. To anyone without any sort of training or force abilities, the sound put them down almost instantly, bleeding from the ears. Not dead, but in massive pain or unconscious. Windows shattered shamelessly within a fifty foot radius, and then the sound cut off as she crumpled to the ground in a limp heap. A force scream was erratic and unpredictable, and also took a massive amount of energy. It's lack of total success had destroyed any chance she'd had of fighting the invading mind in her own, and she laid there, curled on her side, her eyes totally blank and glassy while her conscious mind flailed and screamed inside her head.
Thread: Sandy, Spectral Haunts  (Silv & PickledPlatinum)

OOC My cats killed my router, so I currently have no internet access. I'll be gone for a while, but will post as soon as I get back. Really sorry.
Thread: Sandy, Spectral Haunts  (Silv & PickledPlatinum)

No problem. Kynslive was thrown back slightly at the rather unexpected force scream. He scanned the area observing the damage done by Fey and then quickly turned back to Fey seizing control of her mind. She was weak after that single attack, and although his ears were still ringing he was able to quickly take control of her mind. He had her stand and follow swiftly behind him towards the edge of the city. A lone speeder hovered over the sand just outside the city, a dug happened to be in the process of looking through the speeder for valuables. the dug looked up, rather surprised to see the two approaching the speeder. He jumps out of the speeder in a panic as Kynslive raises his hand. The Dug begins to apparently choke, not able to breathe as it attempts and advance on Fey and Kynslive. Kynslive has Fey sit down in the passenger seat in the speeder as he chokes the dug to death and retrieve is stolen goods. As various objects float through the air replacing themselves in their original position Kynslive seats himself down and fires up the engine and speeds off into the desert. Kynslive closed the cockpit, shielding both himself and Fey in darkness, away from the blazing sun. After about three hours they come to a large ship in the middle of the desert, with rather a rather obvious purpose for battle. He slows down the speeder and opens the cockpit, stepping out he has Fey follow him into the ship, leaving the speeder open as he usually did. Despite the fact the ship was designed for battle it was fairly luxurious, with dual decks, each luxuriously furnished. Kynslive brought Fey onto the second deck into a small lounge, where he yielded control of her mind, but kept his presence in her mind.