Rust Bucket Fun (Wodahs)

[Darth Wodahs]

I dought not his loyalty..nor his skill...and its not that he isnt an aristocrat...He simply cant control his impolses...though I have to give him credit for creativity...did you ever hear how he killed a man with a childs water pistol??"

Ponder;s her words and has to admit..he had let his emotions carry away with themselves, but no matter what was done is done.

"Jarai...I am a very capable fighter..likely Mere's rival or even his beter in that field...you have met my mind barriar, and it is as strong as mandalorian iron infused with cortosis weave....I could crack his like a shell..he spent to much time in physical prowess, and not enogh in the aspects of the mind, and though I am not a mental warrior, I am still strong enough to keep master Viet out"

He downs yet another shot of the golden liquid, and leans back in his chair, his eye's roaming over her entire body..ticking off every weapon he see's, even the outlies of weapons.--"now...I will help you find Semtri's tomb...then you and me are going to Ichigo's..oh...and the location of her tomb is a riddle as well...and not an easy one to crack

[Jarai Telo]

"He came out of mediatation. Attempt to peer into his mind when he's freshly awakened in the morning. And my eyes are right here, Skywalker," she hissed.

Master Veit? Master Veit was a balanced individual, not a mental sorceress like Jarai. Was Skywalker that shallow.

"Yes, I have tested your mind barrier..." And it isn't that hard to peer into. You call Mere physical, and you are just as well. To me, your mind is as feeble as the person playing pazaak behind you. Which, by the way, he's making horrible decisions. Too much ale, I suppose.

If you call out the sorceress, you're going to get one. You just so happen to have me to deal with right now, perverted fleabag. I only carry my lightsaber. This was true. Her lightsaber was the only weapon she had on her. Jarai armed herself with the Force, and that could not be stripped without the proper training.

"And who said I wanted you to help me find Venta's tomb? It's somewhere in the dusted deserts of Korriban. Way out there. I could find her tomb on my own, except I have a friend already coming with me. And, quite frankly Skywalker, I don't consider you a friend."

[Darth Wodahs]

he lsitens, both mentaly and physicaly, and when she is done...he sends a sudden, sharp, painfull barb int Jarai's mind, and his shuts off like the vault of the Imperial Treasury--"do not play games with me, Jarai"--his eye's had turned golden, not flecks, but pure gold--"I let you through and let you see what you wish..nothing more"--and this was true..he allowed her these little peek's..and his voice doesnt seem his own, smooth, casual voice, it is now rugh..bestial almost--"I am Wodahs, Black Lightning..I am Shimigami..the God of Death..."--the way he say's it, it doesnt seem absurde in the least...but very beleivable--"do not test me, Jarai...."

He was not out of control in any way..this was just what you got when you insult Wodahs in such a way...he is a Sith after all

"As to my insulting, Mere..a test for him...and once again...I w'will' go with you...or I will take my holocron from you..and dont dought for a moment I cant"

[Jarai Telo]

The attack was swift, but not before Jarai threw in one of her own, overriding the barb he had intended to send her. What a silly thing to do. A tsking, laughing sound purred passed her lips. "How cute. A little mind barb," she mocked, stroking the side of her face as the movement to scratch.

That pleasant little smile watched over Wodahs as he gave his ramblings. Another one of Jarai's mood swings. She did it on purpose, to hide the true personality. It was random that way, and she liked doing it. It made her seem as if she didn't have a set personality.

"And I'm not playing games. I'm proving a point. You don't see the mind attack coming until we're already there. In those precious seconds, I could have learned anything I have wanted of you. I touched nothing except your intentions in the moment." Because I can be nice.

"And you WILL NOT touch Mere, do we have an understanding, Mister Black Lightning? Besides call you a conceited wretch, which you are, he has done nothing to you. You do not have rights to test him." There was a gain in anger level. She was matching Wodahs. A skidding sound. The holocron. There were angry flares as she stared as him, a growl crossing to it.

"Take your holocron. I can find Venta's tomb another way. I can't have you coming along if I wanted to if you're going to have jealousy problems with Mere, as he is the person who will be accompanying me." She stood, as if to leave.

[Darth Wodahs]

Jarai...you wont find it without the holocron..becasue the holocron is also the key to the tomb..so you 'might' find it..but you will never het it..and the only reason I want to acomapy you, is that there is somthing there I want....somthing I need"

As for Mere...I have no wish to fight him...nor did I ver say I did...all I said is, I dont like him..pure and simple"--he crossess his arm's, the force guiding the holocon back to her--"I already know were the tomb is...so I can simply meet you there if I wanted to..now quite acting like a child, and sit back down, and finsih your drink"--with a slight twitch of his hand, he moves her seat against the back of her knee's, causing her to sit back down--"you also see..what I wish you to see...and the information about her tomb...would take you week's to access in my mind..you call me araogant, you call me conceited....I am neither, I know who I am, I know exactly what i can do...Veit would defeat me in combat...you master would as well..you would not..and Mere...as I said..that is up in the air for when, and if..I stress if..it ever comes to that between he and I"

[Jarai Telo]

"I'm a child for wondering about the safety of one of the people I actually know something about and for not finishing a drink?" Her voice was sharp. She was still angry. Rightfully so. "I don't think you know the definition of a child then, Skywalker. My thoughts, intentions, concerns, and actions are quite mature."

The shot of membrosia was sloshed down her throat and she threw the empty glass in the middle of tha table. She pushed the holocron, too. It slid across the surface and deposited in Wodahs's lap.

"You've insulted me tonight. One too many times. And your lies are unacceptable. This holocron is no key because they are not used that way. They aren't that kind of tool."

Her tone of voice and her facial expression suddenly melted. Jarai suddenly looked sad to some degree, and there was a softness of disappoint among the yellow flecks of her eye. "I see the lies, Wodahs. I'm not a fool, but you must take me as some naive young woman who doesn't know how to look after herself. I don't like lies, and I especially don't like MEN who use those lies. I tend to hurt people when they lie to me. It's my job."

Jarai truly did hate lies. She'd been lied to as far back as she can remember. she'd lied herself, but not as many times as she had found lies in others. Between the orpahnages she was placed in and even to the Jedi. And Grair... any lie toward her made a contact with her feelings.

"But I... can't hurt you." Whatever she meant by that. "I can tell you to be a man. Take your holocron and go by yourself. Find another Force reliant person to help you through her tomb. I'll find my own way. Leave me be."

She turned her back to him and took a couple of steps. She stopped, turned around and incling her head to stare Wodahs in the eye. She didn't feel like sitting there to tinker with his mindful defenses. Instead, she left the message flaoting around them, ready to be answered when he lower key. Gently, Jarai gave a shove at the defenses to get his attention. she faced front once more and fled with widened steps.

There was a brief moment that she wondered if he would come after her. She put a clamp to that and flipped her emotions around.

"Or, maybe when you're willing to give me truths adn facts instead of whatever untruthful promises you want to give me, I will be willing to speak to you again. Until then, Wodahs, stay away from me."

[Darth Wodahs]

Wodahs merely listens to her the entire time, sitting in utter silence, drinking hos membrosa. She had done it..by the force..she had done it. She had passed ever last little test. He pockets the holocran and watches her leave, from the gentle sway of her hip's, to the way she caries herself. He liked this girl..and there was something else. She peaked his curiousity to the highest degree. As she left the cantina, he vanished from his chair, and was outside, a quick glance showed him wich way she had went, and in a flash he was beside her, and grabbed her by her arm, spun her to face him, and kissed her once again, and he would not reliquish this one.

After he broke the kiss, he smiled at her again--"it is a key, in the sense that she gives a riddle, that allows you to open the tomb..or so I belive..you may find it to be different"--he kissses her again, and when he releases her, it is slwoly, so as not to throw her off balance, and then he is gone. The holocran in her pocket. In that brief moent he had spoken to her, no sheild had been in place. She could have destroyed his mind. But most importantly, she could see he spoke only truth, and had infact, since they had first met.

He stood on a roof top, his mask on, and watched her..and shadowed her..her own personal, Dark Gaurdian Angel.

[Jarai Telo]

Men were fools. It was the only thing Jarai could think of to justify what she had just said. And then, Jedi were fools, people who ran orphanages were fools, and the Sith today were an absolute joke. Jokes... and seriously, who the chubba did Wodahs think he was dealing with?

A blur of movement out of the corner of her eye. On instinct, voilet arcs of lightning lit up in her hand as her arm was yanked. Her hand was up and coming down to hurt the person who dared decided it would be a good idea to touch her. Before her hand touched the head of the being, lips enveloped hers. She recognized Skywalker, but instinct kicked into overdrive. Jarai merely swept her arm out of his grasp and encircled it around his torso, keeping herself upright as she proceeded the kiss with a movement of her own lips. The llightning had extinguished and the hand that had originally intended on frying his brains until they melted out of his ears now only rested on the side of his head.

"Apparently the 'Leave me alone' didn't work," she whispered against his lips, making the fire on fire eye contact. She caught bits and pieces of the next sentences he uttered. He leaned back in and once again Jarai accepted what he had to offer. Screw it. Just screw it. This time, the arm made it around his neck, and a show of fight was transferred from her in their kiss of passion.

There was an improvement made that even Jarai had to agree to: he didn't leave her ready to topple forward. He drew away from her slowly and then vanished. The apprentice blinked as he did so, and turned around and stamped her foot.

Why, why, why, why, why? Why him? Why did he have to be the one she was mildly attracted to? Why the arrogant conceited one? Just... WHY?

Knowing the holocron was in her possession, head headed back for the temple, ready to study up on it and eventually unlock to location of Venta's tomb. Hopefully, in a few days time and with rest, she would be able to go.

[Darth Wodahs]

He shadowed her. She had returned his kiss...he didnt know why he had chosen this woman, but he had. Maybe the old adage was correct..opposites atract. He bounds ahead of her for a short while, then stops to watch her. Then he catches a glimpse of something. Thigs at the first glance..his second shows he is wrong. These are sith..mere apprentices by the look if it.

Moving closer he listens to there conversation. They were planning on attacking, Jarai. This he could not allow. They new of evolve, and thought to make a name for themselves. He smiled. Jarai walked by, and as the went to attack her..he moved. His black Vibro blades hissing from its sheith and humming. He was all about them, first one then another fell. There were ten in all, soon there was only five. He was certain Jarai was aware of this fight by now. He smiled under his mask.

[Jarai Telo]

The feeling of being followed... it sent goosebumps crawling up her spine like tiny little bugs. The way she walked on, head slightly lowered with the weight of her hood, showed no signs that she knew of being watched. She walked and thought, but kept a knowledge of what happenings surrounded her.

To say in the least, the gathering of young apprentices did not disturb her. Ten was a rational, reasonable number. And they were young, full of arrogance, confidence, and pride. Wasn't there a Gathering going on tonight? They couldn't go bug some Padawan of their size adn age?

Apparently not. The beginnings of the fight never reached her. The person that had trailed her -cough Wodahs cough- was already upon them. It surprised the pack of young people, and ten were gone within the instant. Those that had regained their brain had flickered on their lightsabers. Three dodged around Skywalker while two remained to distract him. The three came for the unmoving Jarai, who was watching underneath her cowl.

"Foolish people." One swang at her... Jarai simply leaned to one side, the blade missing her by a hair. Unphased, her hand shot out and caught his arm. With a voilent twist back, his elbow caved into a mash of bone, damaging the arm to the point he couldn't use it. There was a yelp. the cold between her shoulders blade crawled into her mind, warning her of impending danger. Jarai ducked, the second red lightsaber passing over her head. Instead of decapitating her, it decapitated his friend. The horror of the second apprentice's realization sent Jarai into a frenzy, feeding off the emotion. As he basked in his surprised horror, she faced off the third, hands raised and fingers bent like claws. The third had kept his distance, very smart. However, swept toward him and he panickly decided to go for her foot, exactly what Jarai wanted. Her foot removed itself from danger and she clasped the boy's head, sending white hot electricity through his body, torturing him slowly. Within moments his appearance changed, eyes sinking into his head as the skull melted into a deformity.

The second one was coming back. Jarai stopped her electric torture. The apprentice crumpled but was still alive, in pain. The second was back with a vengence. There were lunges made at her, which she moved quickly to dodge. It was a dangerous game, dancing around a blade without one of her own. Jarai just seemed to do so well playing the game. She flicked her hand finally, and his blade was stowed. She attacked, again, snatching his mind to her control, sneaking around his defense as he stared at his invisible blade in shock. Paralyzed, he couldn't respond as she tore the very core of his brain to shreds, killing him immediately. The third one on the ground was no threat, and Jarai swirled once more to take firm possession of the two giving Wodahs a hard time. Their chests popped out suddenly. jarai wove her hands slowly, twisting the organs of their bodies until they dropped their sabers and clawed at their chests. With a surge that she gained from their pain, their heart exploded and they too crumbled to the ground, blood bubbling from their mouths.

The deformed one made an attempt to get up. Lightning once again spewed from her fingertips, draining the last of the boy's strength as he died slowly. She eased back on the lightning. Jarai's amber gaze pentrated the darkness of her cowl: wild, excited, feeling the rush of the emotions that she transformed into energy.

"At least you took down five of them."

[Darth Wodahs]

WARNING, EXPLICIT CONTENT..MEANING MATURE


Wodahs was chuckling to himself. These two were so pathetic. The look of surprise on they're faces was comical when his black sword collided, and wasn't cut in half by they're red blades. And then the look's of horror when they looked closely at his mask..they were scared..and he basked in they're fear. He toyed with them..picking off they're attacks with ease, and never once offering them the chance to flee...and then they were dead, his sword dipping into one of them, and the other simply falling over dead.. niether one killed by him, not one of the wunds had been remotely fatal.

"At least you took down five

He turns toward her..his pulse is racing, his adrenaline is rushing..and before him..experiancing similar emotions was Jarai...Wodahs rips off his mask, and comes to her side, and kisses her again..pressing her against him..his tongue slipping into her mouth. He is aware of everything about her. The feeling of her breast pressed against him. They paly of muscles acorss her back as he holds her, her sweet sent, a mixture of sweat, and perfume. The taste of the membrosa on her lips. He is aware of everything around him, and most exciting of all..that she could kill him at any moment..it was exilerating..the passion..the need..the dare he say it..possible 'love'

His flash step carries them both away..nearly one-hundred feet up onto the roof of a near by building..never once breaking the kiss.

[Jarai Telo]

It was a bit spontaneous. And fifteen minutes after the last kiss he had pressed from her. Or, really, she had been willing then. She probably should have seen what would happen when he came over to her. Yet, surprised she had been, and her mind had frozen a moment, rather taken aback by the form of lust he displayed.

Jarai was going to pull back away, really. She couldn't let him hold her over the attraction she felt for him. Her mind was still engaged for battle, and the excited emotion pouring from him left his mind thinking different things, allowing the well experienced apprentice to do a quick, semi-conscious brainscan. The attraction... it was... mutual? The precious seconds that it took for her to comprehend that kept her glued to him, her eyebrows growing together. It was but one thing.

The other thing was the jolt that streamed down her spine as his tongue penetrated past her lips. His hands moved smoothly down her back, realizing the closeness, noting the musky scent of a male. She gained her lost nerve back, readying to come away from him. Once more, he placed a reaction before she did. There was a brief flash of light, and Jarai instinctively clung to him until she felt her feet touch solid ground a point something seconds or whatever. Time was hardly countable at the moment.

Her arm finally slithered between them, and she released a gentle Force push and withdrew from the kiss. Another surge of the Force took place as she froze the part of the brain that was accountable for distributing actions throughout the body, freezing him in some sort of statis, but granting the movement of his head.

"You... are starting to scare me," she gasped, trying to recover breath lost from the intimate liplock. "Seriously, lustful much." She glanced about them, seeing the edge of the building and peering over just barely, leaping back from the edge as if something was about to attack her. "Frack, Skywalker! What is wrong with you?"

[Darth Wodahs]

Eye's her..and he fight's..by the force he fights to get himself under control...what the frack was wrong with him. Never before had he acted like this. Alway's before he had supreme control over his emotions..even his rage, wich is significant. He stare's at her and finaly he re-gains his composer and merely shakes his head

"you..it has to be you...ever since we first talked..and even before that, when I first saw you...I cant keep you out of my mind..dont ask me why...Alway's before have I been in control of my every action, but around you..those rule's dont seem to apply..so like it or now, Jarai...I am your's"

Aside from that..he broke free of the mind grasp, and regains control of his body. He still had his sword drawn..blood of his victims dripping from its tip. He kneel's, and lays the sword across both his hands..extending the well forged black sword toward her--"My sword is your's aswell"

[Jarai Telo]

He watched her with what appeared a predatory instinct. Jarai held the contact with a straight face. Her movements had become stilled, moving as much a statue except for the unconscious habit of blinking. A personal battle of his waged behind his flame colored eyes. Those eyes finally shut and he shook his head, as if attempting to remove something she couldn't see.

Her expression hardly twitched as he spoke, but his voice repeated in her ears. There was a slight lowering of her chin, so proudly raised to carry herself as any ambassador. She took his words into consideration, processing them. When she had told him to leave lies aside, she hadn't expected such honesty.

He struggled against her grasp. Jarai let the strength of her grip loosen, allowing him to slip free as if he was sand escaping her fist. He lifted his black sword, laying it along the palm of his opposite hand. Jarai took a step back as he knelt, the raging pump of her heart spinning through her veins. The sword was extended to her, a formality of the old days. She wanted to panic. Others didn't bow to her, she bowed to them, she always had.

"My sword is your's as well."

"M-my lord don't do that!" Jarai nearly exclaimed. The words, with the title, had passed over her tongue quickly, not much but a nonthinking reaction to his actions. She understood what he was offering and it sent her mind reeling. It was... it was... just indescribable.

[Darth Wodahs]

He helpd his pose, and met her eye's. His Amber colored eye's meeting her's, and holding her as surely as if a rancor had grabbed her. He would do this...tittle's ment nothing. She would bring them to the old way's. The way it should be. He knoew this. He could sense this.

Slowly, he readjust the sword in his hand's, his right arm out forward, his left one on the blade, and positions it over his heart. Another part of the ritual, though one that had been seldome used. With one thrust..she could clame his life. This jesture ment...take plainly. Allow me to serve you..or take my life.

He would not back down

"Allow me to serve you..or take my life, M'Lady"