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Nov 27, 2012 19:24:57 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Nov 27, 2012 19:24:57 GMT -5
Delicious goosebumps? Naraka let out a quick laugh over the image that produced, of a Devaronian covered with a crawling skin. It was oddly amusing to her.
He asked to hear exploits, and she wasn't sure if it was a mocking demand or honest curiosity, though admittedly it didn't make much of a difference to her. She was less inclined to reveal 'important' information, and the knowledge of her apprentice might fall under that category by some definitions.
Still, general terms wouldn't hurt.
"They say if you put a thimiar into a pot, and raise the heat degree by degree, it will be boiled alive without noticing. If you try to place it directly into the boiling water it will spring out."
An old adage common across many cultures, and the Togruta people were no exception.
"It's the same with impressionable young things. Show them evil straight away and they'll recoil and resist. Too few Sith realize the power of subtlety. Give them a taste of the Dark Side and they'll crave more? it's an acquired taste."
Naraka folded her arms and gave a toothy smile, her fangs catching the dusty light as she spoke, her smooth voice rolling off of her tongue like a smooth syrup.
"Make yourself into what they need. Be the mother to an orphan, the sister to a lonely girl. Be a mentor, gain their trust. Make them hopelessly devoted to you, make them dependent on you. And only when you feel like old leather to them should you pull them with you into the Dark Side, when you've poisoned their mind so fully they no longer know the difference between up and down."
The Togruta woman let a vicious smile sneak onto her face.
"That is corruption."
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Nov 30, 2012 23:15:07 GMT -5
Post by Othorious on Nov 30, 2012 23:15:07 GMT -5
"Interesting. The subtle manipulation of the mind is a concept that I have not given much consideration. I rely on the strength of my own body and the devastating power of the force to destroy my enemies and bend others to me through sheer terror. But I can see how twisting the thoughts of the young to fit your needs can be extremely essential." He said as he rubbed his chin with his right hands, slowly feeling the short stubble of chin hair that had formed from lack of facial grooming that Doviculous usually performed on himself. Even he had been caught up on recent events that had taken away his attention from his personal keeping, even his remaining horn had not been polished recently and Doviculous prized his horns, and loosing one was a horrible shame for his race.
"Perhaps we could come to an agreement, eh Naraka? The power of the mind to influence those whom we deem useful to be controlled as pawns." As he talked he would make a hand gesture with his left hand, slowly clenching it into a fist. "And the power of matter" This time he would pat his left hand against his chest to emphasis that the matter he was talking about was his own abilities. "To subjugate our foes and destroy those who are no longer useful to whatever our plans may be." During his talk, he had been moving closer and closer to Naraka, gaining ground inch by inch till he was about a good two or three feet away from her, the light glinting off of his skin like freshly spilled blood.
"Think of what we could achieve. Your manipulation should not be wasted on the fools of this academy, I have a heartier stock of which you could wiggle your seductive form into and corrupt from within." He'd let the bait hang a bit in the air before adding, "So, give it some thought? I'd hate it for you to pass up such an valuable business opportunity that could benefit both of us." He'd wait for her response, slowly crossing his arms across his chest as he waited in the blistering heat of the Korriban wastelands.
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Dec 1, 2012 2:43:57 GMT -5
Post by Raytheon on Dec 1, 2012 2:43:57 GMT -5
Permenion had finished his cigarette, reaching the filter and dropping the butt into the sand at his feet before pressing the toe of his right boot as he twisted it deep within the sand. Exhaling a long stream of smoke he slid his hands into his pockets smirking to himself not at the mentions of slowly tainting them to the Darkside. While it is something that occurred to him he himself had fallen due to slow and tainting circumstances it didn't strays from the fact he enjoyed the freedom. No council to answer to because you dip into some girl, or gamble the cheat a criminal degenerate out of their credits.
He enjoyed the freedom to kill, lie at a moments notice with no fear of ridicule or lecture. However the conversation that took place brought about a certain realization of it's members, they worked towards the individual and not some much the organization. It would explain the previous defeat of the Sith Order then and before their defeat again however it would also explain the strength of their leader during the great conflict. Rise of the strongest or most cunning, or manipulative however it left much weakness to be taken advantage of.
A Sith Lord would have to constantly fight two fronts, one domestic and one foreign a task that has usually proven in military history to be the undoing of tacticians. A flaw in the system to be sure but in his position it wasn't something to be considered threatening, he was just an initiate albeit a very skilled initiate but still.
And now the Devaronian suggested forgoing the teaching in the Academy a possible noble gesture, however could would leave the potentials weak. None ever spoke of the conglomerate, only personal gain he could relate but he wouldn't agree.
His deductive reasoning of causality probed in several different scenarios, determining the behavior each one leading to inevitable defeats to the hands of Jedi. The mere thought of him being on the defeated end of the Jedi made him shudder. From simple observation the Order would require more observation without the sacrifice of rule of the strongest.
He took a few more steps into the Korriban desert, the wind blowing aside his hair as he looked away in it's distance. A moment of self thought came over him as he considered the stances, conversations of the two. The prospect of wiping out the Republic and the Jedi would only help make the galaxy stronger as a result. Rewarding strength and eliminating weakness, stagnation for the weak to be ruled by the strong rather than the rabble of democracy.
He continued to remain silent closing his eyes, and meditating as he stood, he didn't focus on peace, nor anger but rather deep in his own thoughts.
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Dec 1, 2012 3:06:13 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 1, 2012 3:06:13 GMT -5
Naraka smiled wryly. Despite never once being exposed to a door to door salesman, she knew exactly when someone was trying to sell her something. The Devaronian was clearly hoping he could convince his Togruta colleague to go home with a year's worth of magazine subscriptions and a hefty paycheck in his wallet.
Not literally of course.
Doviculous liked to say 'we' a lot in his proposal, but Naraka could tell it was his self-interest at work. Yes, he was looking for an ally at best, and she doubted he wanted an equal partner. He probably saw her as a tool, a useful weapon to be used against his personal enemies. However, if he thought she could be enticed into his service merely by the possibility of manipulating someone, he was mistaken.
She didn't need to make alliances in order to do that. Here on Korriban there was an endless supply of fresh meat, and she was just waiting for the perfect specimen to come along. Male, a teenager. Earnest and sincere, looking for love and looking for kindness. She would come in to his aid and nurture him, forcing him slowly into a toxic relationship, making him into a slave as months dragged into years. That was what she wanted.
And unlike many other Sith, Naraka was very patient.
It came from spending so many years alone in the wild, without silly entertainments, without the chance to grow soft and weak. Her outlook on time as considerably different, much more fluid. To be fully honest, she didn't even know how old she was. Perhaps as young as 37, perhaps as old as 59. Regardless of the answer, she really didn't care.
That apathy extended to Doviculous' proposal.
The Togruta woman stifled a yawn, knowing that would probably irritate the Devaronian.
"I'm afraid, darling," She said with amusement, "That I'm dreadfully busy at the moment. I have a few initiates to train here and there. One of them almost mastered Force flight when I threw him from the roof of the Temple the other day. I'd hate for their progress to be... delayed... Because I wasn't around to be a good instructor."
Naraka practically purred out her reply, running her fangs across her lower lip as she finished, dark eyes looking back to the human. Slowly her bare feet carried her over to him, and she pressed her curvy form against his side, cupping one hand around his chin and staring at him as she added one last word to Doviculous.
"Besides, I have an initiate to look after. Right now I think."
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"There will be no respite in death, you will suffer damnation for eternity!"
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Dec 2, 2012 13:35:02 GMT -5
Post by Othorious on Dec 2, 2012 13:35:02 GMT -5
Instantly Doviculous' good mood would disappear, replaced instead by his normally hostile and anti-social behavior towards most anyone. His facial expression would go from one of mild interest to total dis-interest of the most extreme kind, his mouth curling up in a slight sneer as he uncrossed his arms slowly. "Then we have nothing further to discuss then. Doviculous would turn curtly on his heel and would begin to slowly march away from them and back to the Sith Academy, his jimmies rather rustled. No matter, I will find another to fill that spot. There will always be more. He thought to himself as he leaped up the slope he came down from and began to move back onto the main brick road back to the Academy.
So far Cho Wroth was the only successful ally recruited to Doviculous' own cause, Nieraan had been a failure and so had this Naraka, but there were plenty quote unquote "fish in the sea" and Doviculous had quite the arsenal of fishing gear to reel them in. However, he must get back to those blood covered tomes he had wrenched from the cold dead hands of the Dark Master Zodon on Vendaxa. He was just on the verge of completing another chapter concerning the Cult's ambitions and expectations before he had to be called away on another mission into the Galaxy. Hopefully he can complete this tome before another mission came about, but he doubted he would ever get any down time to complete it.
The wind picked up suddenly and sprayed a thick cloud of dirt and sand across the road before Doviculous, whom's mouth formed a deep frown at the inconvenience of the moment but stubbornly continued on after it died down. By the time he had reached the Temple stairs, he had already forgotten the wretched woman's name, and his mind had already begun to fill with the constant thoughts of murderous malice that came so easily to him as did breathing or walking. But there was always that dark spot on his mind, the writhing and seething madness that threatened to consume his very being if he so allowed it. Why he felt it, Doviculous had no clue why, but he was certain it had to have something with the Cult. What did they do to him when they raised him from early infancy, what made him like this. Those answers may never be answered, but at least in the end Doviculous can comfort himself with the blood of the Cultists spilling across the Galaxy.
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Dec 2, 2012 15:42:38 GMT -5
Post by Raytheon on Dec 2, 2012 15:42:38 GMT -5
"Then we have nothing further to discuss then."
Was the phrase he heard before the shuffled steps crunching the sand began to fade away. Permenion turning to look back as he walked away before looking to Naraka, then back to Doviculous as he leaped back up the slope. Looking rather speechless he offered only a sharp whistle followed by a quick response.
"Well he sure doesn't take rejection well, says a lot about him." Permenion slowly began to approach Naraka, his hands slowly reached into his pocket as he pulled out a pair of black tight fitting leather gloves and slipping them on carefully and buttoning the straps located at the wrist. The tight bound leather stretching as he balled his fists then quickly relaxing his hands.
"So, Naraka, I'm Haust in our ..."intimate?" conversation I failed to introduce my self. It would seem some here are more prone anger and fits of impatience then I and even yourself appear to exhibit and exercise." He emphasized the word intimate to pose it as a possible question as well as a continuance of a statement. He spoke in a casual tone smiling as fi he had a joke in his own mind that amused him.
He raised his left wrist, reaching over and peeling back the cuff of his sleeve and looking at the time on his silver chronometer. Before lowering his hands and looking to Naraka curiously in her eyes as if exploring the edges and depths of the deep brown hues
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Dec 2, 2012 16:36:18 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 2, 2012 16:36:18 GMT -5
Before her very eyes, the Devaronian changed from pleasant to angry, and Naraka resisted the urge to laugh. His sudden emotional change was downright amusing, like she'd flipped a switch by rejecting his little proposal.
"Getting desperate?" She called after him as he left, loud enough that he was sure to hear.
However, before she could gauge his reaction, the human man drew closer again and started to introduce himself after a quick comment about the hastily disappearing Devaronian.
He said his name was Haust, which she had no reason to disbelieve. Yet she felt the name had a certain odor to it, the distinct scent of a slight mistruth. Perhaps it was an alias he was using.
Admittedly, in her own way her Sith name was an alias. Very few knew Kalima Dey was her true identity. She'd so smoothly transitioned into the use of Naraka that only her friend Dervin still called her Kalima. And even then only on occasion, when no one else was around.
"Patience is a novelty to most of these Sith," the Togruta woman said with a wave of her hand, the gold bracelets around her wrist jangling slightly with the movement.
"I think you and I both have it. Most likely for different reasons."
Naraka smiled slyly at the second. He most definitely had not spent decades in the wilderness living without the benefit of a calendar or the luxurious chronometer on his wrist. He was likely soft, and she wasn't sure he had what it took to get by in the wild.
However, that didn't make him an unfit lover.
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Dec 2, 2012 18:18:57 GMT -5
Post by Raytheon on Dec 2, 2012 18:18:57 GMT -5
Desperation, it could have been a link of his frustration however Permenion leaned more toward impatience and perhaps even the inability to handle any forms of politics. Nevertheless it left him to storm off and Permenion outside yet again with Naraka, it wasn't exactly a situation that would garner complaint.
Since leaving the Jedi order under such strenuous circumstances he'd never used his real name out of caution of the bounty hunters or law enforcement tracking him by it. Even going as far as registering official identities under the alias as well as many holdings. To respond to it was simply nature for him the quick and sudden of desire came over him, not a desire of the flesh nor any of the senses he could explain.
A hunger of sorts, that churned through his entire body however it showed physically as he closed his eyes and bit his bottom lips softly if only for a solitary second, before he collected himself and returning to her smiling expression. Her words of patience being a novelty, giving him a moment to respond.
"Yes it would seem so, personally I learned my patient in several facets of my life thus far especially in the Jedi Order... you had to have patience waiting on them to even make a simple choice. Then my countless moments of interrogation, waiting, tracking. And Pazzak and Sabbacc require patience as well albeit not as long as the previous but still patience.
I can wait a lifetime for the right opportunity, watching, calculating, planning it makes one a great observer forever learning that which makes everyone else weak or strong and applying it to your self."
He smiled at the thought of watching and observing events, to calculate through the applications of smaller lesser events barely upon anyone's notice that would effect a larger scheme of moments. Even now he calculated how the angry Devaronian would in turn take out the frustration upon some individual and the ripple effect it would cause. His thought process interrupted only Naraka's less than modest attire, that created much to be desired.
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Dec 2, 2012 18:59:47 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 2, 2012 18:59:47 GMT -5
An ex-Jedi.
They always seemed to pop up, prolific as thimiars on her native Shili. Why it was that so many Jedi fell to the Dark Side, she didn't know. All she had as a frame of reference was her own training, and it was hard to pinpoint when she'd fallen.
Perhaps on the night where she'd first tortured a man, which she fondly remembered as the same night she'd lost her virginity. It was hard to believe now that she'd ever been innocent, that once upon a time Kalima Dey had been a good teenager, and that she'd had scruples.
Well, as the saying went, time made fools of everyone.
He talked about observation, and the Togruta kept her face carefully neutral as she listened, formulating her questions.
There was just one that came to the forefront of her mind, and she couldn't resist asking it. Her own ego always tended to rear its head and make itself known.
"And what," She asked playfully, "Have you observed about me?"
Another flash of her pearly white fangs accompanied the question, as at the same time she closed the remaining distance and placed a hand on his chest, rubbing small circles gently as she grinned a few inches from his face.
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Dec 2, 2012 20:19:51 GMT -5
Post by Raytheon on Dec 2, 2012 20:19:51 GMT -5
His eyes aimed to the gold bracelets on her wrists they taps with every movement she made and regardless brought attention to her, and her assets. He could read her easily, while most only saw an attractive seductress he saw more. She too was a victim of causality, no one individual turned our as she by pure luck. There was a root cause compounded by a continual series of events similar to the formation of a diamond however would be compare her to a diamond. No, more like a nova crystal beautiful, dangerous, volatile.
"Have you observed about me?"
But now she asked what it was that he observed of her and she attempted to cement the truth with intimate touch. Closeness and while it would work on most men, he could recognize it and refuse it. However to refuse would only to stroke his own intellectual ego, He would share it, since it wouldn't show weakness on his part. Besides this Naraka had been the first of agreeable dispositions he'd met at the Temple so far.
For the exception of a few other Initiates who thought challenging him would be fun and got put down for a few minutes to rise wiser. He leaned in closer to Naraka almost enough for the tips of their noses to touch, his luminescent sulfur hued eyes staring into her chocolate brown eyes as he spoke in a whispered tone, given his proximity she would hear him perfectly.
"You are one who uses their alluring figure, and seduction to ploy their way into the graces of men, women..sex for you is simply a tool yet also a great great enjoyment. Of that view I think we share, and like a hunter you have great patience you seem to know when to chase and when simply to wait."
He would pause to reach up her her face placing a hand against the side of her cheek before continuing, however keeping a very close observation of her body language for any threats. His proximity while vulnerable also gave him an advantage if attacked. If by her we could quickly quick close quarters hand movements while withdrawing his lightsaber, however these thoughts were secondary of course, as he continued.
"Most prey are too foolish to stay away from the delicious bait, some simply wish to test it and others they just enjoy getting caught. You enjoy manipulation, almost to the point of an artist forming a sculpture from a block of bronzium, you enjoy every chisel, every curvature of it and personally I can say it's a great example of causality."
His hand moved from her cheek and slowly, very softly to the point of barely caressing down her head tail, as he knew they could be very sensitive. Yet he continued to speak in whispered tones, matching her touches with his own.
"However you too seem to be a victim of causality, likely something I'd share further at a later time with great pleasure." He's emitted a chuckle accompanied by a bright smile, "Though you know you don't need to get close... and attempt to intrigue my lusts to get an answer, unlike many Sith I've observed I'll give such an answer easily as long as it doesn't harm me. However I think you do it out of second nature, and yet I'm not complaining."
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Dec 2, 2012 22:11:59 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 2, 2012 22:11:59 GMT -5
Periodically Naraka smiled and whispered 'correct' when Haust, if that really was his name, made some rather accurate observations. He was indeed correct about her views on sex, that she could both enjoy it and use it as a tool, and she liked it that way.
However, she didn't understand what he meant by 'victim of causality.' Fate perhaps, the Force perhaps. But cause and effect? Certainly Kalima Dey had never caused anything for her outcome. She'd been shaped by other forces.
A momentary pang shot through her heart as the Togruta woman thought back to the teenage girl who'd sat on a rock for days, waiting to hear the sound of a ship landing. She'd waited for Ashla, faithfully and loyally, for years. Every day had been a challenge, and she'd lived through each with the hope that her master, that her big sister, would come for her.
And she never had.
Before the melancholy could sink in, Naraka decided to kill it with passion.
The Togruta was a tall woman, and Haust wasn't much taller than her. She was certainly easily poised to do what she did next; namely to pull his face to her and lock lips with him, letting her tongue explore his mouth expertly. Simultaneously she pressed her curvy body to him and breathed in his scent.
When she was engaged in sensation, her mind couldn't wander. When she controlled intimacy, her thoughts couldn't stray. Naraka stayed a vixen because she was frightened to be the lonely little girl.
Now she was strong, now she was confident. That was all she needed.
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Dec 2, 2012 23:25:41 GMT -5
Post by Raytheon on Dec 2, 2012 23:25:41 GMT -5
Her consistent use of the word "correct" whilst he spoke gave him assurances that he was correct. Her use of allure, manipulation and sex as a tool of control her enjoyment of it. It would be a lie if it didn't stroke his ego to be correct to know his studies of causality, wasn't unwarranted and that it showed comparable results.
However as he teased her head tail he could see something in her eyes enough to distract the temptress in her only for a moment. He even attempted to see the knowledge of what she attempted to hide, yet was pleasantly interrupted by the sudden kiss her hand pulling him close and locking her lips with his own.
He didn't fight it, he didn't even attempt to resist in fact going along with the passionate embrace. Slipping his hand aside her head tail and embracing her neck firmly. His own experience and expertise showing as his tongue wrestled with her for a moment before flickering against her sharp canines.
While most feared the teeth of a Togruta, he did not in fact well experienced with them he knew many of the rumors surrounding their anatomy to be false. Venom, savagery all aspects of fear created by the ignorant.
However the kiss did not distract his mind, he relived every moment before that conversation with vivid detail, compliments of an eidetic memory. There was ... broken hope and in his short moments she seemed to have no such wounds, yet a minuscule speck of it showed as if a single pinpoint sized pillar of light pouring into a pitch black chamber he saw it and in an instant she kissed him.
He found it interesting, the collaboration between his last words and her sudden action. Yet even then it didn't effect his kissing methodology, nor the passion in the intimacy of it. He did this more than hundreds of times in his experience the many experience upon Zeltros, the week long orgies leaving him a dehydrated mess asleep for days afterward. It was as if a kissing and passions of the intimate level were a mastered dance, the contours, and the art of touching.
His other hand petting both her right cheek and head tail, as he continued to kiss her. Yet a stray though arose, perhaps he'd ask her of that look later. The look is disappointment, broken hope upon the edge of betrayal, so many variables of causality to consider it was intriguing.
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Dec 3, 2012 0:45:34 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 3, 2012 0:45:34 GMT -5
Naraka could feel his tongue touching her fangs, and she resisted the urge to bite down, not even just a little. For now she was showing affection, she was starting with conventional intimacy. Later on she could turn up the kink.
But more importantly, it was taking her mind off of the sense of abandonment that had reared its ugly head.
Perhaps it wasn't an uncommon reaction for a Sith, but the Togruta woman hated that feeling of weakness. After all, she wasn't a powerless girl anymore; she was a strong woman. Who would actually enjoy those painful little reminders of the past?
Certainly not her.
At long last, she pulled her lips away from his and breathed in fresh air. The look in her eyes was playful once more, the melancholy at bay for the moment. However, there was still an ambivalence easily detectable in her, the look of trifling indecision.
Should she take him back to her quarters now and have a bout of lovemaking in the middle of the day, or should she head off for some solitude? It was a decision she wasn't enjoying making at the moment, but she was saved when last minute inspiration sent her a third option.
"I'm going to the cantina in Dreshdae now. Remember, my quarters, tonight. I'll be waiting for you."
Without another word, the Togruta woman turned and walked off, using that signature pattern of motion she had. One part model, one part wild animal, and entirely confident. If not for the distinct look in her eye for one second, no one would have been able to detect what lurked under the surface.
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