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Post by Jarai Telo on Oct 14, 2008 22:12:54 GMT -7
Warning: Maturity level should be questioned. Some sexual content, Star Wars language for cursing, and some extreme voilence. If you wish to continue, well, the sins are on your head. Jarai couldn't believe she was doing this. It was hard for her to understand her own intentions, her own decision. To mock? To talk? To see his face? She prayed it wasn't for the last reason that crossed her mind. If it was, she might have to throw herself on a lightsaber. She wanted to pay him back, to play him as he had played her. And not with kisses. She had retired to her quarters for a couple of hours after that little encounter and thought to herself. Jarai had convinced herself it made her more angry than anything else. Yes, he pissed her off. Right? Right. I hope. No, ther was no room for self doubt. Find this son of a kath hound, speak to him, get out. Nothing more intended. That was why she was down at the Rust Bucket. And to get a drink. "Membrosia, plase," she said silkily to the bartender, a brunette male. His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "That's a strong drink, milady," he said respectfully, noting her Sith robe. "I understand that." "Black?" " No," she strained the word. "Golden. I don't wish to drop dead on the first sip, bartender." he gave a small smile and turned to retrieve the drink. In the few moments she had, she gazed over the cantina, searching for Skywalker. When he returned, she leaned forward, taking the drink but sliding credits over. "I have a... companion tonight. When I finally meet up with them, bring us drinks. Here is three thousand. If the sum of the drinks goes beyond that, let me know. And if it doesn't, it belongs to you. Do we have an understanding?" There was a flash of greed in the man's eyes, but he nodded, scooping up the credits clickly when her hand left them. Nodding, jarai took her drink and sauntered off to one side, taking a sip here and there while her eyes scanned over the patrons.
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Darth Wodahs
Padawan/ Apprentice
You wouldn't like me without my coffee...
I am as Lightning...and you...are dead
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Post by Darth Wodahs on Oct 14, 2008 22:25:26 GMT -7
Wodahs watched as she entered the cantina..and smile's. She had come..as he knew she would. He was certain that it was for two reason's..one..to varify the holocron, two..too see him again, he intriuged her, as much as this beautiful, dangerous woman intriuged him.
He followed her as she moved, blending so perfectly into the shadow's, he appeared to be just that..a shadow. As she ordered a drink, he snatched her light-sabre.Then he followed her some more..and as she set her drink down and looked the other way..he snatched it, and drained it . Smiling he returns the drink to were she had set it before she could possibly hope to notice.
As she turned back his way, he faded , or so it seemed, directly out of the shadow's,--"hello, Jarai..I am glad you came"-- and then did as he had done earlier..he pulled her close, and kissed her..but this time..he doesn't vanish on her..but holds the kiss as long as she would allow him to,
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Post by Jarai Telo on Oct 14, 2008 22:45:52 GMT -7
Her belt felt light. It took her a moment to register her lightsaber had been gleaned from her possession. Though, she acted as if nothing had occurred, continually watching the patrons. She stood to watch a game of sabacc, walking in a slow circle to peer at each of the players' cards. She passed on to pazaak, the racers shown on a screen, as well as other assorted games displayed for the people to enjoy as they came under the influence.
Her gaze focused on one of the screen and she set her drink down. Her head inclined to peer at yet another screen - or so it seemed. Her eyes glanced once again around the cantina. Jarai turned her attention back to her glass, clean of all membrosia.
"Skywalker..." the growl was low as she turned around and he materialized before her. He only smiled, greeting her, and reeled her in close as her had done a few hours before. Jarai could taste the membrosia on his lips in the moment she let him have the kiss. It lasted a few seconds. Jarai wouldn't allow herself to enjoy it as she did last time. Those seconds passed, and she shoved him back, away from her.
"Wretch," she hissed, blotting her mouth. "You claimed my drink. And why are you so happy that I came?"
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Darth Wodahs
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You wouldn't like me without my coffee...
I am as Lightning...and you...are dead
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Post by Darth Wodahs on Oct 14, 2008 23:07:18 GMT -7
Ichigo mere;y chuckles, and motions for her to sit, a table set with a full bottle of the golden membrosia.--"yes I claimed you drink, but brought you more"--he said with a slight grin--"and why would I not be pleased to see you, Lady Jarai..you are quite breattaking, and absolutely adorable when you are angry"--his mentle shields were open enough for her to tell that he spoke the truth
He sit's, sliding her light-sabre across to her--"snother test failed..you did not pay attention to your surounding's."--suddenly somthing is different about him..nothing of the slightly foolish man is left. He is now all buisness, an overwelming sense of confidence. He is not Ichigo now...he is Wodahs.
"We both know that the order has become weak and complaciant. To willing to go into battle for the gain of others and not ourselves. I want to be as I should be...as we all should..single, solitary, except to train another..then either discard them, or they kill us, as I did my master."
He pours them both a glass of the golden liquid, and brings his won to his lip's, watching her, gauging her every reaction, no mater how small.
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Post by Jarai Telo on Oct 14, 2008 23:20:07 GMT -7
"I get that a lot." Corellian cockiness, that's what that was. After all, Jarai was Corellian, just seemed to have a lack in accent and usually did not share many characteristics the casual Corellian person would have on them every day. Jarai was a different sort, but those traits would sometimes come through.
Her little comment was followed by a snort. She sat, across from Wodahs, and eye on him. He slid her lightsaber to her, which she clipped on her belt, the faintest twitchings of a smile on her own face. "Quite the contrary, my lightsaber gave me an idea of where you are. My signature ties in with it, playing as a small tracking device. How do you think I was able to face the correct direction just before you appeared? Besides..." a small sip of the membrosia was gone. "I don't need my lightsaber." A bold claim, and nearly the truth. There was the every other occasion that she may need to rely on it.
"And you've told me this before. I'm just here to know what I have to do to get to Venta's tomb. The coordinates are secured in her holocron, which you have told me is in your possession." There was a sudden cold and dangerous gleam in her eye that warned him he should not be lying. She doubted he was. How else did he get a copy of such a holocron of power?
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Darth Wodahs
Padawan/ Apprentice
You wouldn't like me without my coffee...
I am as Lightning...and you...are dead
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Post by Darth Wodahs on Oct 14, 2008 23:51:08 GMT -7
"I know I have said it before, but before you were in the presence of other's, and I didnt wish to gove away the slightest hint of my true nature...so I appeared foolish..over confident..cocky if you will"
He leans back in his chair, sipping at his membrosa. He is still gauging her. He has to know more about her. He take's out 'the' holocron', and sets it on the table inbetween them.--"this is what you came for...and I warn you...there is a stipulation to it...you have to solve a riddle that Venta, will give you...then one that Ichigo shall give..only then will it's secrets will be revealed to you
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Post by Jarai Telo on Oct 15, 2008 20:55:28 GMT -7
The holocron slid across the table. There was almost a predatory shine in the fiery ambers as it stopped in the middle. Instantly, Jarai leaned over and scooped it closer to her, suddenly wary that someone may have seen it. Ancient holocrons were something wanted by treasure hunters and other notorious crime dealers, not just the Sith. Jarai didn't want none of them seeing such a precious symbol of the Sith.
Her fingers lightly petted the frame, letting her nails slide over the curves embedded decorately into the sort of black metallic sheath. Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. For something that was mistaken as a mere artifact.
"Riddles you say? Good, a little brain power every now and then won't kill me. Running Evolve is hardly above brain melting."
She had done that on purpose. That was the first solid information she had given that she was leader of the rumor floating around the temple. Before, he had accused her, but she had not reacted to it, seeming as if she knew nothing of it. He had probably questioned himself at a brief moment. Hopefully.
The ambers studying the holocron were back at him, quickly seizing his gaze. He was watching her. A little too closely for comfort. "Are there only the two riddles or are there more?"
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Darth Wodahs
Padawan/ Apprentice
You wouldn't like me without my coffee...
I am as Lightning...and you...are dead
Posts: 81
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Post by Darth Wodahs on Oct 15, 2008 22:09:29 GMT -7
he smiled when she admitted to it..he had already know. When he had kissed her the first time, she had dropped her guard, and he had gleamed that from her. He was sure the gil could manage the riddles.
"There are several riddles, a new one each time you activate it..it seem's to come up with a new riddle everytime..I have yet to hear the same riddle twice, and I have studdied every single part..especialy those of Ichigo..who was the first Darth Wodahs for a time, then he returned to the Light..sacraficing himself to save Venta and they're children."
He took his eye's off her, or seemed to, for even when not looking right at her, he watched her closely, she was sith after all, and all sith are trechorous.
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Post by Jarai Telo on Oct 15, 2008 22:21:04 GMT -7
"You mean child," she leaned against the table, elbows on it. Her shoulders rolled like some cat ready to pounce on prey. "Semtri and Ichigo had one child. At least one that lived to the age of adult. Her history was a bit fuzzy on that in the datapad. Her death was... sudden and unfortunate. To think a true Sith woman could have died like she did is almost unbelieveable."
The holocron was cradled in her hands. Her fingers surrounded it, as if trying to cage it.
"And I think Ichigo sacrificed himself for his child."
Yes, she was a geek. Venta and Ichigo, Keil Vaak, the child, the life story. Jarai had sapped what information she could find like a sponge. Venta was her main subject of study, though she had looked far into details on others.
Call her a Force-damned nerd, she didn't care.
Strangely, the corner of her mouth lifted into a smirk. She drew the holocron back to her, resting it somewhere within her robes and quickly shot back the membrosia. The drink apparently wasn't strong enough to stop her from doing that. Many others would have their faces twisted into a grimace, trying to retain the flavor and not crying anything as the golden liquid bubbled in the throat, causing almost a burn. Just went to show Jarai had been drinking for some time.
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Darth Wodahs
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You wouldn't like me without my coffee...
I am as Lightning...and you...are dead
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Post by Darth Wodahs on Oct 15, 2008 22:27:07 GMT -7
"Children"--he says this with finality--"and Ichigo didnt die in saving them..but it was enough to force the darkness from him, and yes, Semtri's death wasnt one you would expect..though as I understand it..she didnt go own easy..you have devoted yourself to Semtri..I.to Ichigo, and as such..have mastered his secret ability..the Flash Step, and soon...the Flash Dance...I have a exact copy of thet holocron, Ichigo's part of it anyways"
He throw's back the membrosia with the same, casual ease as Jarai, and refill's both there glasses
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Post by Jarai Telo on Oct 15, 2008 22:42:39 GMT -7
Jarai's face cracked with a smile and slight laugh that lowered key a moment after. "You say that with such a casuality it makes it funny. Ichigo's names for things were... silly, especially with the Force abilities he created." Her eyes focused on her golden drink. She sent the glass spinning on the table, coiling half her fingers around and snapping them back out. The drink came close to sloshing out of its container, but remained. She stopped the spin when she touched her fingertip to the glass edge.
"I'm working on attempting to revive Force storm. Not easy, though the documents and teachings say it works easily, it should come natural. Natural enough if I wanted to take a bibroblade with a seraded edge and just skin myself alive." Pain, wonderfully to feed on, not so wonderful to produce.
The membrosia was polished off again. This time, jarai stole the thick glass bottle to pour herself more.
"Devotion isn't a bad thing." Conversation? Was she really doing this?
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Darth Wodahs
Padawan/ Apprentice
You wouldn't like me without my coffee...
I am as Lightning...and you...are dead
Posts: 81
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Post by Darth Wodahs on Oct 15, 2008 22:50:47 GMT -7
you saw, Flash Step...Flash Dance is aplying it to combat....is such a way..that you seem to be in five places or more at once..then there is nice one..he didnt name it..be would fool the mind, and move at incredible speed, and it would seem that there is as many as twenty of yourself running all about your apponant"
He downs his membroisi, and fills his glass again
"and I will concied that his names for the are a bit childsih..but he devleoped both at the age of fifteen...and Simtri..yes...I could see bringing about the 'Storm' again....though you would need one you trust close by just incase somthing goes wrong..she took it to far once, and would have died if not for Ichigo..what was to be called tha 'Last Stand of the Sith'..she destoryed entire platoons, then collapesed, and he found her...and saved her..."
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Post by Jarai Telo on Oct 15, 2008 23:07:33 GMT -7
Jarai snorted. "She was back in battle against the Republic nearly an hour later." A being passed slowly by them, listening to their conversation. Jarai spat their way and they immediately left. "Accursed eavesdroppers." She turned accusing eyes on Wodahs.
"Force Storm doesn't have to result in a collaspe. As you said, she took it too far. But, hey, it was the Republic and the Jedi. I think I'd make the same decision to push myself to the max to create a form of genocide." Jarai rolled her wrists, as if planning to fire something up at that moment.
"As for your little Flash Step... What kind of joke were you planning earlier?" She was glaring now, appearing to be the single most dangerous thing in that cantina.
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Darth Wodahs
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You wouldn't like me without my coffee...
I am as Lightning...and you...are dead
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Post by Darth Wodahs on Oct 15, 2008 23:13:44 GMT -7
Joke...I played no joke...I planned...coriagraffed my every move, avery action and every word in our first meeting...except the last part...that was pure improvosation....and had it not been for Mere glaring at me..I wouldnt have left so quickly...I detest that man...he has no control..I enjoy battle, I live for battle...but that man has no sefl control"
eye's Jarai closely, his eye's moving, taking in every detail of her...and how exqusitly beautiful she is.--"I don't know why I kissed you...I felt moved...compelled..and I must say, I do not regret doing it in the least..but I dared not leave myself exposed to long to your 'friends'
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Post by Jarai Telo on Oct 15, 2008 23:23:17 GMT -7
"Mere is a loyal individual. You insulted him first. He was minding his own business in the meditation chambers." She wouldn't stand by and let one of the second trusted colleagues within her Evolve to be attacked. When the time came, Mere would still be standing. "And I'm sorry you don't like men who are actually more than just main stream aristocrats."
She leaned back, spinning her chair to the side and crossing her legs in the fashion that most women have an automatic tendency to do. One hand remained on the table, toying with the drink as always. "And I say he had more self control than you did. You felt... whatever you felt... and..." The lowest growl passed her lips, not audible enough to reach his ears. She raised the glass to her lips, taking only a small sip while trying to search for the correct words.
Dammit, she wasn't flustered. No, she wasn't. Right? Right.
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