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Post by Poludnica on May 30, 2012 4:09:38 GMT -5
It didn't make her feel better, it never felt good to lose control like an ill-tempered child. It was yet another proof of how little restrain she had, something Cassius would always highlight: Volatile, unpredictable, brusque and many so many other adjectives Danica didn't want to remember. Pearly whites bit down on her lip as she wiped away the last of tears. Black streaks of smudged eyeliner colored the girl's cheeks and the young woman looked down at her dark fingertips, frowning with displeasure. She was a mess, literally and metaphorically.
The doors opened and Danica let out an unflattering, high pitched squeal. Pieces of the icon yet again found themselves on the floor but it was only the Jedi. ”I thought you were gone.” She stated coolly, trying to clean her face a bit. To no avail, it only spread dark taint even more, giving impression of some strange looking face paint.
The knight came closer with somber expression on his aged face. Danica tensed, as if expecting him to return the favor and throw the expensive high heels at her. Nothing like this, the Miraluka offered them back. It made her feel even more foolish and inadequate. The woman looked for a moment at polished, lacquered black leather before extending her hand and taking the shoes back' trying to avoid the Jedi's blindfolded gaze.
In silence, Danica listened to Tyriel's words with blank, empty expression on her features. It was her turn to act like a lifeless droid. Only when the Jedi was at the doors she called out after him. ”Danica!” This time the human's voice lacked the fiery anger from before.” It's Danica.” The girl repeated and pulled herself up from the floor. Shards of glass crunched loudly when the woman used her shoes to kick them away.
Once alone and a bit calmer, she run through her options. With strong drink in one hand and a datapad in the other, Danica hid in a bathroom, locking doors behind her, pondering the possible resolutions. To call Devon? No, he would immediately issue orders, using it as yet another argument to bite her our from the company.. You screwed up again Dany, well done. The sheer thought of it made the woman furious, at least the full glass of strong Corellian wine was here to sooth her pain.
Maybe call a police? With a sigh Danica put away the comm device. She was too tired and scared to make a proper decision. Such a failure... In the back of her mind the Jedi's warning rang loudly. That the attacker would be back. The woman wasn't sure if to believe it, she certainly didn't want to be a bait for a purple haired nut job. Yes, the police would be the best choice. She should have done it right after Tyriel's leaving. Damn you to hell , you blind geezer.
Feeling her heart beating against the ribs like a scared rabbit in a cage, the woman chose an emergency channel. Few quick beeps had told her the line was busy. Strange...Danica tried again and again but with the same result. Something was not right. With hesitation the young woman put away her datapad telling herself to try again in few minutes. After a moment of consideration the girl found herself something to occupy the rattled mind and began to fix her ruined make up. Nothing like going through the expensive cosmetics to alleviate searing nerves.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Jun 1, 2012 16:04:36 GMT -5
Tyriel gave a long sigh. Danica. Its funny how such a simple mixture of sounds can change one's perspective on things. A simple girl is just another face in the crowd, another object, no matter how pretty she may or may not be. This was true for Tyriel, despite how often he tries to treat people he doesn't necessarily know just as he would the closest of his friends. But a name was personal, even if it was one of six billion other names that other girls had attached to them. It meant that she had a family that cared for her. Maybe even a man who had the kind of attachment that the Jedi would never know again. The name she gave was one he would never forget, and never forgive himself for, should he fail.
The wind stung at his face and tugged at the tails of his coat, as if nature itself (or what passed for it on Coruscant) told him to return and safeguard her in a less shadowy manner. He was above and beyond the whims of nature and her omens, however. Portents were for card readers and primitive civilizations. Facts and reason were what Tyriel dealt with, and they would rule his decisions before a bird in the sky or a drop from a cloud ever would. Strange as such a scientific approach sounded considering his position in an Order of monks. His blind gaze turned outwards, almost feeling the baleful eyes on him.
In the distance a shadowy figure watched, not quite sure what this Jedi was trying to accomplish. Jeron Wyrwulf was not a stupid man. Crazy, perhaps, but an idiot? No. He had been called a genius when he was a child, though never from his parents and it was always said just before a "but" when uttered from everyone else. This Jedi had a plan, and it was a plan that would end up with Jeron dead or worse if it was allowed to be brought to fruition.
Yet, a Jedi would never leave someone who is obviously the target of a Dark Jedi. It was too risky. Jeron could swoop right in while the Jedi's back was turned and assassinate the young girl. It was obvious that Tyriel wouldn't detect him... not after Jeron was able to sneak up and nearly impale him a few minutes before. Hubris was certainly a sin that Jeron was no stranger to, but he wasn't nearly arrogant enough to take on a man who could swallow a lightsaber with his hand. Not alone.
Then it hit him: he wouldn't come alone next time. No. Wyrwulf stole away from the window, his form disappearing into the blackness with a malevolent grin on his face. He would return to that same window three hours later, watching as a group of fifteen mercenaries descended on the gallery to steal an ancient sith artifact. The baleful grin he had only grew wider and wider as he watched the carnage that was to nearly unfold before him.
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Post by Poludnica on Jun 2, 2012 14:20:27 GMT -5
((I hope all I put in the post could fit in three hour time span . As for Danica – she wouldn't sit tight for 3 hours >:3 - Tyriel can of course follow her. Since the dark jedi was busy I let her to walk back home safely. I can edit stuff if needed, no problem ^^ )) The broken-down display hung crookedly from its track; the art Danica had gathered in there was lying on the floor, scattered and shattered. Small sigh escaped her as she pushed few pieces away with a tip of her expensive shoe. The woman hated moments like this - when finally overwhelmed with the circumstances she would cry for help to men like Devon. When the third attempt to call the police had failed, the girl dialed the lawyer's private number. It made her feel like a dog with tail between its legs. Trying to hide her fear and trembling voice, she explained the story from the very beginning. The man listened patiently, just like Cassius would have, with cold detachment. Only slightly raised brow indicated something close to mild disbelief. After a tense moment of chilling silence Devon finally spoke up. ”Danica, you idiotic airhead.” The man stated coldly with the same dismissive he always used with her. It was infuriating. As expected the harrowing argument that broke up lasted nearly half an hour until Devon not very subtly threatened her with losing half of the holdings. The man ignored Danica's pleas to call the police – it would bring a risk of vulture journalists. Their security would deal with it and Broca was already on his way to pick her up. ”Wait for Broca. He will take you home and for the Maker's sake, stay away from the Jedi. He was most likely what brought this attack on you in the first place.” Devon finished his lecturing and hung up. ”What?!Which part of 'I didn't know him before' you don't understand, as*hole!” Danica yelled at the comm device but only silence responded. It was pretty obvious what Devon thought of her. Always her fault, always...Enraged, the woman slammed her comm against the wall which let out a loud, complaining crack. That was the second device this week. Refusing to do as told, even if it was her call that demanded help, she decided to just go home even if Tyriel's warning was still echoing faintly in her head. In such state of agitation most of the conscious thought faded, consumed by crimson haze of anger and sadness. Waiting my ass off, not in your lifetime.... Clattered in her head as she left the broken pieces of various art. With a detached frown formed between her dark brows, Danica opened the doors and stepped into the windy night, leaving the gallery abandoned. The private security hired by Livco was already on its way to assess the damage but the woman wouldn't be here to see it. When the dark jedi returned to the gallery, most of the crew was already gone; merely minutes earlier they had left the perimeter. Few guards were still loitering around the place, but visibly bored and unhappy. Broca angered like rarely before had found Danica in her luxurious apartment, swimming in a jacuzzi like a spoiled feline. She refused to talk to him beyond what Devon had already known and unceremoniously threw the man out of with ever useful string of creative insults. It seemed that this storm was not her problem anymore. Stripped of all control with no one really caring if the attack had injured her in any way Danica felt terribly alone. A familiar, nearly physical sensation but never easy to bear. The warm bath helped a bit to relax coiled muscles. Green eyes moved toward a clock which faint glow of azure numbers indicated it was midnight. Oblivious to anything that was happening in the gallery now, Danica double checked if the doors were closed and all windows secured. Living at the top floor had its perks - no Jedi's at this height. Dark, light or damn pink. Too agitated to fall asleep the woman turned a stereo on and the spacious suite was filled with soft hums of the old fashion music. Despite safety of the home, she couldn't shake this strange tension that gnawed at the core of her being. That this was not even the beginning. Absentmindedly Danica nibbled at fluffy sleeve of a crimson bathrobe, thinking.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Jun 9, 2012 17:29:06 GMT -5
Jeron shouldn't have been surprised to find out that a search of the gallery had only yielded the deaths of a few poorly trained and pitiful excuses for security guards. Not a single of his mercenaries were discovered during the infiltration and 'cleansing' of the plush building. Fortunately he had hired the small but elite group to kill the girl, and not just infiltrate the gallery. When the initial area he had provided proved no longer useful the Dark Jedi scanned the police traffic for anything related to his new playtoy. Nothing.
That left one final place for Jeron to search before digging into the girl's history, loved ones, and other things: her home. It was probably one of the most secure places she could go short of a police station, and since she presumably couldn't get a hold of them she would likely go there. He hoped. With any luck that Jedi decided to run off and haunt some other girl. This one was his. The trek to the girl's apartment was a short one. The man watched as the small unit of men in suits rather than armor. Each member of the girl's security force had been slain in turn, and hidden expertly.
Only after the security forces were killed did he walk down, his entourage around him. This girl would know pain, and so too would the meat shields that were foolish enough to take his coin. Jeron gave a long, drawn out sigh as he stepped into the elevator with a ring of suited up mercs around him. His smile grew ever wider as the door slid shut. In a few short moments he would be at her apartment, watching as his hands inflict pain and suffering on the woman.
Blind eyes watched the elevator vigilantly. The body attached had hardly moved in the few hours since his departure from the immediate area of his ward. On a bench in the hallway out side of her apartment, no less. Perhaps the Dark Jedi would have noticed him had he not been ringed by a group of mercenaries with ill intent. No matter. If he engaged now he would likely get slaughtered. He needed room to maneuver or the men with guns would cut him down before he twitched a finger.
He hated himself for using her as bait.
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Post by Poludnica on Jun 10, 2012 5:32:52 GMT -5
Small noise disturbed the soft sounds of music. Danica whipped her head to look at the doors. Nothing. Cautiously the woman stepped outside her bedroom and toward the wide hallway. Modern paintings from a famous Coruscant artists. One of many mirrors caught her reflection causing the young woman to stop in her tracks. With a frown of displeasure she critically looked over the tired visage. Dark circles formed under her eyes which were now of dull color, ridden of any life.
By the Maker, I am so tired... Formed in her thoughts. The adrenaline slowly wore off leaving Danica's body tired and mind barely conscious. She was skeptical about going to sleep but what else was there to do? Maybe upon waking up everything would be just a nightmare born our of her fears. With a deep, heavy sigh the young woman decided to follow the hints coming from the body and rest.
The bedroom was dark, not even lights of the city penetrated heavy curtains that hung from the ceiling. Danica liked this room, its heavy atmosphere and state of permanent dusk. There was something appealing in such state of permanent night but the girl could never name this feeling. Like a mixture of anxiety and anticipation.
It didn't take long for her to crawl under the heavy bed sheets and even less to fall into restless sleep. The girl rolled from one side to another, from to time opening green eyes when another bad dream pushed her into the realm of consciousness. Danica looked at the clock, the only source of light in the room. Four digits burned in azure hue, drawing her gaze. She slept for an hour.This night was painfully long.
Another sound, this time louder than previous forced Danica to pulling herself up. Something in the room...The presence shifting, moving through shadows. Someone was in the bedroom! The girl opened her mouth to scream.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Jun 23, 2012 4:03:05 GMT -5
(apologies. Its been a rough few weeks)
The wreck of a man gave a feral grin as he strode through the lush and lavish apartment, his entourage breaking off to search and cover the room. Not a soul would get in or out without him first knowing about it, and then it dying shortly thereafter. The final two stood their guard at either end of the door to her bedroom, a last sentry should things go awry. Which they surely would. That Jedi was an idiot if he believed that his wretched presence couldn't be felt from miles away. The man was powerful, which would make it all the more satisfying to take him down.
As she opened her mouth to scream at the sight of him, he simply sat back and let it happen. Jeron allowed himself to bask in the glow of her terror and all of its glory. Those glowing red eyes closed as if he were kissing a woman he loved as her high pitch scream ripped at his ears. After a few moments they slowly opened and his feral grin returned. "Good evening, little angel. We are," that wild, insane grin grew even wider. It seemed to touch either ear as he flourished his arms outwards, "tonight's entertainment!"
"Why the long face? You have to know why it keeps turning up. Its not because you're unlucky." His dirty face turned almost sympathetic as he walked over to sit on her bed, just beside her. His posture slumped and he let out a heavy sigh. Jeron's stench was almost as unbearable as his breath, "well we guess you are. See, you look like how it pictured an angel in the screen in our brain pan. All you need is wings and a halo."
The man pulled out a sick looking knife. Its handle, once soft and rubbery, was worn to the tang and the blade was almost rusted all the way through. A thin stripe of shiny material was kept unsullied and sharp despite the archaic and neglected appearance. That thin stripe that was the blade glinted in the dim light of the room. "See... halo's are things on angel's heads. But we can't make you a halo above your head. Not without a nailgun. It doesn't have a nailgun, so a simple knife around your scalp will have to do. As for the wings, well..." His eyes rolled over towards the window and his eyes darted between the pretty angel and the transparent piece of glass.
Jeron burst into a fit of laughter. So strong was this fit that he rolled off of the bed and onto the soft carpet. "You should've... seen your... face. So priceless!!" Without a single iota of warning he shot up to his feet with a grim look on his face. "We aren't after you because you look like an angel that we pictured in the screen on our brain pan. No. We are after you because your pockets are bursting and your head too big for your neck. You look at the tiny ants and step on them, eat them, and throw the morsels of food you have hidden away behind your ear. You are a blight on the galaxy that needs to be purged, just like all the other big-pocketed and big-headed useless people in the world. Withou-"
Jeron cut himself off. After a few moments of narrowed eyes, he held up a finger and looked off into the distance. The fun would truly soon begin.
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Post by Poludnica on Jun 24, 2012 13:05:28 GMT -5
The sharp, high pitched, vibrating scream lasted until the woman was short of breath. She rolled from the bed, tumbled down to hit a fluffy, periwinkle carpet. Muffled thud echoed in the bedroom as Danica landed on the floor. In a heartbeat, the girl was on her feet, pressing herself against the farthest corner of the small room. A thick vase, large yanked, pushed by Danica's hand and the woman almost fall to the floor again.
The man was there. In the faint, blue aura of the only light source in the room he looked like a wraith. Feral grin marked his features, deformed by dancing spots of shadows. Danica's eyes widened as heart began to race, nearly giving her a heart attack. Choking on air, the girl couldn't make a peep. As the crazy, filthy creature began to speak, Danica feverishly looked a way out but the most important parts of the insane rambling hadn't escaped her. He was there to kill her. And when he mentioned how...
Danica blanched, sharply fighting for breath when the knife showed up – ite blade's edge had the same sickening hue in a pale, ghostly light as its owner face. They both looked sharp and fierce. ”You crazy bastard.” The woman drawled through chattering teeth. The assailant made no sense , sick so terribly the reality around him changed into some twisted reflection. Maybe the Force put his brain through the grinder, shattering apart. In all honesty Danica didn't give two sh*ts. I will fight him till the end... Her fingers gripped the vase, clenched around it rightly until the knuckles turned white. The dirty hobo was very busy giving his boasting speech maybe this little gesture could be lost to him.
Fighting for even breathing, the woman locked her gaze with the shadowy figure before her. For few heartbeats he stopped and looked away, the string of nonsense words coming to an abrupt halt. The man raised his finger to which Danica had one answer. As fast as she could, the woman pulled the vase and threw it at the vile beast.
Loud sound rang through the air when the vase shattered on the man's head. For a moment, the girl stared at the limp body in a disbelief. Now that was a fluke. ”Ah...” Left her lips. That was a hell of the fluke. Barely being able to spark some satisfaction over the attacker's future headache, she dashed toward the doors that led outside the apartment.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Jun 30, 2012 1:18:21 GMT -5
The vase crashed against the man's head and shattered to a million tiny pieces from the shock. Jeron's body simply fell over, keeping the same position he had before he was struck, and slammed against the ground like a sack of potatoes. His quarry took off without a moment's hesitation, believing him to be knocked unconscious or more favorably for her: dead. Regardless of his state of consciousness or oxygen use, she wouldn't get far. Not with an entire cadre of top-tier mercenaries littered throughout the large and luscious apartment.
Aid from the lesser creatures wasn't necessary, though. His eyes flashed open and arm whipped in a sweep. An invisible force slammed against the terrified girl's legs, and a second one yanked her back by after she toppled to the ground. "Just kidding!" Jeron spoke with an unusual mirth as yet another invisible force launched him off of the ground, nearly hitting the ceiling, and back to his feet. The expensive looking floor was cratered ever so slightly where he pushed off of.
The Dark Jedi tucked his hair back with a thumb, licked his lips, and flashed a hand out to hold her arms with that incorporeal power he held. "That... wasn't very nice. You could have hurt little old us." His expression didn't reflect one of anger, but rather the kind of look one would give a child that almost hurt herself. "And you're making us use its power." His free arm swung downwards at the air, and his face turned notably pouty. "Its no fun when you do that. Its too easy for us to just yank you off of a cloud with our brain. Look at the nursing home man. He does it and now he's all stoic and underhanded. We mean, at least we're upfront about our intentions though they're hidden beneath layers of backwards talk that we seem to make. That bearded mole is a slippery little snake. Do you really think he cares about how much blood you have in your body? Or how much you like air?"
Jeron snorted, "no. He's running some little errand for the people in the tall tower and you happen to... coincide..." then he realized: the Jedi was after him. His expression didn't change, however. This could play into his hands...
Tyriel had spent the last few hours beating himself to death over the miss use of Danica. She shouldn't be bait. He shouldn't have tried to lie to her about his purpose, or his plan. Perhaps then she could have even helped him come up with one that didn't involve her risking her life. Most importantly: Tyriel should have lashed out at the group as they passed him. Instead he preferred to not take on seven extremely well trained men, one of them being a powerful Force user and completely insane.
Then he heard the scream.
"Enough of this. It ends now," Tyriel stood up and slowly made his way to the front door. He could sense great fright in her, and even a flicker of hope... only to have it dashed. A single flick of his wrist called a hurricane of power forward to blow the door off of its frame, slamming into one of the mercs and through the window. The merc was quick to follow the door out of the window of Danica's penthouse.
Only Tyriel's arms moved after he moved to the center of the room. One of the many perks of being blind meant that one didn't rely on the unreliable sense of sight to operate. The presence of two impeccably dressed and well armed men were the next to enter his awareness. One of them hurled a canister that began to spew a thick smoke before rushing in. Each one had barely set one foot into the room before experiencing the feelings of a ragdoll being flung around by an angry child.
They died quickly.
But then another canister entered the room, this one containing no explosives. At first the man's brow furrowed beneath the shadows of his thick brown hood, but after a moment his wrist flicked to send the grenade back from where it came. As it flew an incapacitating screech ripped from its surface which caused the man to crumple to his knees. Blood slowly seeped through his fingers as he clutched them around his ears, and by the time he began to recover the Force told him that the three men surrounded him. He heard them screaming something at him, but heard them as if they were miles away. Soon a boot struck his chest and all but threw him to his back.
They spoke to him, but the only thing his broken ears could hear was the immensely loud clangor of bells ringing. After a few moments he found himself staring down the barrel of a blaster carbine, his life flashing before his eyes. "And what do we say to death, Tyriel? His long dead master's voice echoed in his head in a whisper that seemed to defeat the world crushing ringing in his ears. His gaze was fixed onto the barrel of the blaster as his hand rose and his mouth began to mouth the words, "not today."
A brilliant red flash of light burst to life in the room for a split second, and the screech of a blaster discharging hastily followed it. Both left the world as quickly and violently as they came, and the only thing to follow them was the slump of a body against the ground.
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Post by Poludnica on Jul 1, 2012 13:43:26 GMT -5
((It's kind on shortish side but Danica had little place to do anything xD I hope the last paragraph is ok.))
She didn't even make it to the bedroom doors. After few heartbeats something closed on her ankles, pulling on them. Danica yelped and lost her balance, immediately feeling how the floor was slipping away. She hit the carpet, hard enough to draw blood from her forehead where small cut opened. Before the girl could gather her wits, another wave of Force cut the air. Danica found herself moving back toward the attacker. His maniac laugh rung in the terrified woman's ears.
Exquisite fingernails dug deep into the carpet but it wouldn't stop her movement. Two of them broke, sending a wave of numbing pain up her arm. ”Let me go you,,,” A particularly vile curse was lost in a sound of tiles breaking when the creature pushed off the floor. The Force that was holding her legs go but another, stronger immobilized Danica effectively.
She turned her head to face the assailant. His features were twisted in the same wicked grimace only to turn into pouty, sullen expression. Almost like a hurt damsel. From his senseless ranting the woman gathered he was talking about the old Jedi. Tyriel was his name? ”I hope he will rip your heart out you you...worm!” There was not much the girl could do, nothing to defend herself, there was only rage left. Rage and belittlement. He just wouldn't shut up. The woman closed her eyes, letting her anger to swallow everything. ”The only difference between your manic b*tching and an Ewok's endless twittering is that your voice is pitched lower . . . slightly.” She sneered, turning fear into fury like in a cornered animal.
Then there was a sound of something tumbling in the hallway and muffled screams. A man in full armor crashed through the bedroom doors, splattering blood. Danica's eyes widened in shock, her anger faltering. Fear and hope returning to the numbed woman. Even someone untrained in the Force but sensitive to it's presence could feel something different in the air, dispersing the thick veil of sinister energies.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Jul 4, 2012 17:24:34 GMT -5
(Yeah... I'm on a bit of a writer's block. Sorry for it being short and less than good)
The blaster bolt harmlessly bounced off of Tyriel's hand and into the mercenary's chest. His armor wasn't rated for a direct hit from a blaster bolt from so close, and as such his lifeless body slumped to the ground. Deafening bells continued to blast in his ears as he rolled away from the remaining merc's blaster. The Jedi Master's brow furrowed beneath his sash as he sent all the power he could muster into telekinetic push.
Tyriel slowly stood after the merc was hurled backwards by a force that no man could hope to see. Bells still shrieked at the wizened master as he regained his footing, and looked down at his would be killer. "Leave now," was all that he said in a rather authoritative tone. The merc looked as if he hadn't run so fast in his life.
With a deep breath, the man turned to walk towards the bedroom where he sensed the lunatic and the frightened girl. Tyriel splayed out his fingers and held a palm towards his front as he entered the room, as the window behind him lie broken and all it would take was a simple push to cast him to his demise. The lunatic himself had Danica ensnared in his own power, "before you use your powe-" Tyriel didn't wait for him to finish, he simply flicked his wrist down. The Dark Jedi's legs folded beneath him and he slammed to the ground as if he had been hit by a boulder. There he stayed, both people well out of reach of his lightsaber. "Are you alright, Danica?"
"YOU WILL NOT BEAT US. THE TOWER IS TALL AND POWER GREAT BUT OUR CUNNING IS actually not that big, there's just a lot of it. REGARDLESS YOU WILL LOSE TO OUR SUPERIOR INTELLECT YOU MUD MONKEY!" The man screamed as he slashed his angry purple saber at the air between the two men. After a moment Tyriel simply made a grasping motion with his hands, and the lightsaber flew from Jeron's fingers and into his own. He could almost instantly feel the corruption flowing outwards, and it was enough to cause the old Jedi to recoil back, dropping the saber and release the Dark Jedi from his hold.
The Dark Jedi was up in an instant and sprinting towards the still recoiling Jedi Master. Jeron dove towards Tyriel, knocking the man down and putting the Dark Jedi atop him. Instead of beating the old man to a pulp, he simply sent the heel of his palm into his forearm, and caught the old man's other arm with his forearm before he could be thrown into the ceiling again. As it turned out, the palm heel was more than a palm heel. Beneath all of that dirty, rotten clothes there were a pair of spring loaded knives. It was that knive that pinned one forearm to the ground, and soon enough the other man's arm was held by Jeron's powerful grasp.
"Jedi are so arrogant. They believe that all it takes is power to win a fight, when really... all we need was a little bit of intelligence. SHOCKING," the Dark Jedi lifted Tyriel's arm up high, lifting part of his chest off the ground just as lightning began to course through it. "Isn't it? And thus, he began his maniacal laugh. The lightning didn't stop, and probably wouldn't stop until the Jedi master was fried to a crisp.
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Jul 8, 2012 13:51:11 GMT -5
Post by Poludnica on Jul 8, 2012 13:51:11 GMT -5
((Shuush you, it's long and well written. Mine is short tho >.> And I totally made up that gun... )) Shocked, she watched her attacker to tumble onto the floor as if he was a ragdoll. Danica blinked , breathless. Wet eyes moved hesitantly to look at the aged Miraluka. Never before the woman had been so happy to see an old, ugly Jedi. A wave of relief washed over the girl but she stayed in place, with her back against the wall, unable to move. ”What are you waiting for?! Kill him already!” She screamed instead. It was pretty clear that physically she was alright. Mentally Danica never had been anyway... Before the woman could finally make a move and hide behind the Jedi, a purple flash of sharp light cut the air. Danica screamed and sprinted toward a small cabinet next to her bed. She opened it with a corner of her eye she saw the Miraluka stumbling back and the horrid creature dashing toward him. But it also meant there was some time, time she didn't have before. The woman reached out and grabbed the weapon tucked away there. It was a gift from her uncle, more of a collector's item slugthrower pistol rather than any modern weapon. After only few shots it required reloading but maybe she would need only one bullet to get this bastard. The assailant was distracted but Danica had only before fired blasters. Desperate times... Her fingers closed on a handle. To her horror, the crazed man began to fry the old Master alive. Stench of burned flesh filled the air along with manic laughter. ”Deflect this you as*hole.” The woman hissed menacingly, released the safety and pulled the trigger and...nothing...once more...it got stuck! One more try and the gun exploded with a mixture of gases used in it. The recoil caused a surge of pain to travel up her arm and the weapon fell on the floor. The bullet whizzed toward the two Force users and Danica prayed it at least caused enough damage to the crazed bastard for the Jedi to kill him.
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Jul 14, 2012 22:36:49 GMT -5
Post by Dire Wolf on Jul 14, 2012 22:36:49 GMT -5
Lightning arched and danced the short distance between the evil thing's fingers and Tyriel's body. Thanks to the way electricity worked, the electricity left the evil man's body alone and went straight into the ground. The old man began to violently convulse as the lightning coursed through his chest, and flare nerves throughout his whole body. Time seemed to slow and the pain from the blade in his arm seemed to vanish when compared to the anguish of the electicity coursing through him.
In the distance, Tyriel heard the loud clangor of a gunshot before feeling a warm spray of liquid across the front of his chest. The lightning almost instantly stopped as the evil thing went limp, and dropped the Jedi Master's weight so that he hit the ground. Smoke curled above the old man as he simply laid there, barely able to do more than breathe, with one of his arms pinned to the ground by a dead man's wrist blade.
"Danica," his voice was strained, and his body still reverberated with pain. "I n-need you to pull him off." Something warm and wet seeped through his trench coat as he laid there, pinned to the ground by a dead man and barely able to lift his own weight. His body burned. The strength of his muscles were spent from contracting and relaxing thousands of times in a minute thanks to the electricity. Without his grasp of the healing arts he may have even died there due to his old body, but he would manage to persevere. He always managed to persevere.
"Watch the arm there. His blade has my arm pinned to the ground."
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Jul 17, 2012 4:39:52 GMT -5
Post by Poludnica on Jul 17, 2012 4:39:52 GMT -5
The disturbed woman reeled off from the shot that still rang in her ears. The damn thing was so loud...Pain in her arm was spreading now to a joint but the woman ignored it, used to physical discomfort more than one would suspect. She gathered herself from the ground and crawled forward, climbing on the bed. Verdant eyes widened at the sight of blood trickling from the purple-haired man's body.
It worked..
The thought was brief but intensive, causing a sudden nausea coming up to her throat. What if I killed them both? Danice darted from the bed and into the bathroom, throwing up violently; not caring if there were more mercenaries around. She just couldn't stop this reflex. The notion of murdering someone never crossed her mind. With a help of someone...Yes that was the road she knew after Naboo but a direct violence...It made the girl sick.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Danica pulled herself away from the toilet and stood up, leaving for the room again. The body was still there, limp and lifeless but the Jedi tried to move under it. So the old man was not electrocuted...She couldn't decide if it was a good news or bad.
Slowly, Danica moved closer, carefully stepping around the poll of crimson liquid. ”What?” The girl breathed, hearing the Mirluka's request. The defiant words of protest wanted to force themselves on her lips but she stopped them quickly. Using her leg, as if the dead human was some infectious, gross substances, she kicked the body off the aged master. But not before pulling the blade out of his palm.
Some of the blood found its way on her foot and the spoiled woman began to sequel and jump around in order to wipe it off. ”Take it off me,takeitoffmetakeitoffmetakeitoffme.” She repeated, looking feverishly for a towel.
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Jul 21, 2012 21:16:45 GMT -5
Post by Dire Wolf on Jul 21, 2012 21:16:45 GMT -5
What was her response to his stammered out request? She ran into the bathroom and began to wretch up what was unfortunate enough to remain in her stomach. Tyriel couldn't exactly blame the woman, though. That day was probably the first time she picked up a gun, let alone shoot it at someone. Had his right arm not been immobilized by the blade and his muscles not fried from the electrocution he would have had no trouble hefting the dead man off of his form.
So instead he sighed and simply waited for the girl to get a hold of herself and continue back in. Danica returned to the man soon enough though, and removed the blade from his bicep. Tyriel heaved a heavy sigh as the burning pain of the man's steel blade retracted from his arm, and the dead body was rolled off of his chest. Some blood seemed to have found its way to Danica's shoe, which threw her into a cleaning frenzy born of fear and stress.
Despite this episode, Tyriel stood as quickly as his broken body would allow and stood with his back stretched. "Its just blood, Danica. It'll be alright." the man said in a strangely calming voice as he knelt down beside her. The front of his trenchcoat was practically soaked in the blood of his enemy, and the crimson liquid seeping from his arm had just began to soak through to show on his arm. It would heal, though.
Instead of worrying about himself, he shifted over to the limp body of a tortured man. His gaze studied the frenzied look of surprise mixed with pleasure that had been left on Jeron Wrywulf's face, the dull crimson eyes gazing off into the ceiling. Tyriel didn't feel happiness as he gazed into the eyes of the dead man who nearly killed him, but rather pity. Pity and sadness. For a moment, his mind filled with the visions of what this man could have been. Jeron had a brilliant mind that had been shattered countless times, tremendous command of the Force, and a cunning that was practically unmatched. Had Jeron's parents simply allowed him to join the Jedi Order, he could have easily been among the greatest of the Jedi.
Instead, his journey ended the apartment of the girl he tried to kill because she was too rich for his liking. Tyriel's good hand moved to shut the man's still-open eyes, and lingered there for a moment as he allowed himself to feel sorrow for the life that had been snuffed out. "Danica," the sorrow was evident in his voice, "death is never an easy thing to see, let alone be the cause of. It doesn't get easier, no matter what society would have you believe." His head moved to "look" at her before he put an arm at her shoulder, "take off the shoe, Danica."
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Jul 23, 2012 13:59:05 GMT -5
Post by Poludnica on Jul 23, 2012 13:59:05 GMT -5
The bloodied form that knelt beside her caused Danica to jerk slightly. Blood, so much blood. The Jedi's words helped to he gather her wits enough to just kick off the dirty slippers. ”I..I...” The woman started but choked on a violent sob that raised in her throat. The sudden touch startled her and she gasped only to see it was the Miralukan Master. Danica calmed down a bit, enough to utter few coherent words.
”I killed him.”
With a sigh, the woman put hands to her face. It didn't actually feel this terrible. No, the Jedi was wrong, killing was easy. She had seen Nieraan treating it with such ease she did brushing her hair. ”I will be alright, the b*stard deserved it.” The woman sniffed loudly and looked at the disgusting body that ruined the expensive carpet. If that would be so simple with Devon...
She gathered herself from the floor and looked at the aged master. ”You look like crap.” Danica commented, feeling sick again. Her thoughts were still scattered – to call help? Police? Anyone? To be fair, the girl just wanted sleep. Sleep for the next week. At the same time, the woman could feel rising anxiety. Devon would surely blame it on her...somehow. One could only wonder what might appear in this thick headed racist skull of his.
”I hope someone will clean him up.” Danica hissed, oddly calm. Her emotions cooled off once the danger was gone, one might even think it was strange. But those people didn't know that she had helped to escape a dark jedi assassin from a party where he had killed at least three people. Only to become intimate with the said man few hours after the murders. This death didn't disturb her as much as the Jedi might have suspected. No, it was the loss of control that had done it. Fortunately for her the Miraluka didn't know it.
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Jul 23, 2012 21:09:19 GMT -5
Post by Dire Wolf on Jul 23, 2012 21:09:19 GMT -5
"You did kill him," the man quickly responded with a gentle voice, "and if you didn't, both of us would be dead. He would go on to kill countless others until someone finally managed to get the better of him. You killed him, but you didn't murder him. There's a difference, Danica." Every last iota of the man loathed the Dark Side and all of the wretched things that it stood for. It was a cancer on the good peoples of the galaxy, and needed to be removed as hastily as possible.
Despite this surprisingly militant philosophy towards the blacker magics of the universe, Tyriel didn't hate the people who wielded the Dark Side. Quite the opposite, actually. Tyriel felt a certain kind of pity and love for those people who had "fallen" out of grace with the light side of the force, and even more for the people who never knew it to begin with. In other words, he hated the sin but loved the sinner. When she had finished speaking he flipped open his comm unit and got a hold of the local authorities. They were coming within moments.
"And who are you to decide who lives or who dies? That authority is far beyond my station, and I'm a Jedi." He let out a heavy sigh and looked over the broken, wretched form of Jeron Wyrwulf once more before speaking again. "Many that live deserve death, and many that die deserve life. Can you give it to them?" Granted, he was quoting one of the better narratives from a more ancient time, but the quote seemed to be valid here. He shook his head, "Not even the wisest of creatures can see all ends, Danica."
Within moments of speaking that, he heard the wailing sirens of the authorities speeders. Hopefully they would be there soon, so Danica could get to sleep and Tyriel could go home.
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Jul 25, 2012 6:49:15 GMT -5
Post by Poludnica on Jul 25, 2012 6:49:15 GMT -5
Only the gist of his words managed to get through the war between rationality and intuition that was raging on in the girl’s mind. Something about the ethics of killing Danica didn't care about, too preoccupied with all the possible consequences and financial losses. The woman gave absolutely no crap if she had saved anyone, Danica only wanted her little gallery business to get out from this mess.
What caught her attention though. Something the woman took as a reprimand and judgment. And Danica Liviana hated those. Especially when Tyriel placed , at least in her head' the Jedi above anyone. Maybe her father had been right about few matters and the Order was one of them. ”You have even less right to pass such judgment than me!” She bit back harshly. ”You resigned yourself to life in a coven, stripped from basic rights, emotions and will. You are just a different type of crazy than that...that...thing.” The woman spat and stood up, wincing from pain.
”He deserved it, if you can't see it, how you can protect people.” Danica sighed in frustration, wiping tears from her cheeks. The whole evening had been a string of catastrophes, one after another. Devon would call her any moment most likely, yelling at her incompetence. ”Oh I could see his end just fine.” The woman walked over to the dead dark one and kicked him viciously, not caring anymore about the blood.
For anyone who suspected Danica to be force sensitive, they would certainly say that woman found affinity toward the dark side more than the light, the same side that resonated so well with her in Nieraan. Which she found thrilling and exciting. But Danica had no knowledge of such things, only raw and untrained gift.
”I hope you will rot in hell!” She shouted at the lifeless body and slumped back to the floor.
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Jul 29, 2012 14:21:57 GMT -5
Post by Dire Wolf on Jul 29, 2012 14:21:57 GMT -5
"I was passing no judgement on you, Danica," the old man replied with an alarmingly calm tone. He didn't expect her to understand why Jedi lived the life they did, nor did he expect her to see things the way that he saw them. Instead he simply allowed her to scream and yell like the child that he saw her as, even go so far as to kick the dead man.
Tyriel considered responding to her inquiry as to how he protected people, but she would never understand. She couldn't possibly understand the temptation that he felt every last day, nor could she understand that it wasn't his job to execute people. Nor was it his job to pass judgement. It was his job to protect people, not to kill them.
It wasn't long before the authorities arrived to collect the dead men, collect statements from the two, and conduct their own investigations. Hours seemed to pass before they were finally alone again, and it was then that Tyriel turned to talk to Danica once more. "You're a good woman, Danica. But, I hope that we never meet again." A small smile formed on Tyriel's lips after the remark was made, and it was more meant to be a witty way of saying 'may you never need me again.'
Something told him that they would meet again, though. He wasn't excited about it.
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Aug 28, 2012 8:16:58 GMT -5
Post by Poludnica on Aug 28, 2012 8:16:58 GMT -5
Yeah, right...Danica knew better. Everyone judged. It was inherent to human or any alien nature. This aging Jedi was no different. The woman snorted and once more kicked the lifeless body. Killing someone didn't really leave a long lasting scar in Danica's psyche. She was by nature aloof and egoistical creature, believing in a harsh law of nature even in this civil society. And this dark Jedi had just lost.
Fortunately before any serious argument erupted from this, the law enforcers had arrived. Finally doing their job. Devon was not with them so Danica had few more moments of peace. It would be a while before he could get his lazy, lawyer ass here hopefully. The woman wouldn't call him of course.
Her statement was taken, curious inquiry asked about her whereabouts few weeks ago. All of the information had been given with polite expression and rather indifferent tone of voice. Danica refused any help from a doctor. Or anyone, really. She had her own stash of tranquilizers, no thank you. One could say it was almost alarming how charming and calm she could be, lying to everyone. Pretending to be an innocent victim force to take a life. In truth, Danica liked the fact the bastard had paid this price. Frighteningly so.
The blind knight had found her again and once more Danica was more wary than grateful. The aura of the man made her uneasy, she much preferred the darkness that enveloped Nieraan rather than obnoxious light seeping from the Miraluka. Her eyes narrowed, as she wondered what the Jedi wanted.
Ah, only to be nasty. Of course. So knightly of him. Danica smirked, folding arms on her chest in a defiant manner and almost laughed out at his words.
A good woman that helped an alien dark jedi assassin to kill two other humans.
”You know nothing, go back to your Temple, blind Jedi. ” Wasting the rest of your life She just said, turning away. There were calls to make this night and one message to send. Very important one...
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