No Light Without Shadows

It is ours because we can take it, we can take it because we have power, we have power because we are SITH [Associated with Citta Alvearé]

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regiummilitarium:

         Ignis faced far more worse things than these hounds, especially at the dark hours, but it didn’t matter since he lacked the proper tools. Ah but he’ll make do with what he had…or with the help of a stranger. “Oh by all means do join in.” He speaks with little interest to these creatures. They growl some more, slowly creeping up towards the two, sharp fangs glistening from their saliva. “They’re disobeying, being bad little pups.” ignis rolls his shoulders before drawing out his wooden daggers, positioning himself in attack position. “Lady’s first?”

“What a gentleman.”

Hounds, a pack mentality; strong together, able to bring down prey many times their own size. What was the best way to handle this? Though her ability to manipulate or mask or her aura was terribly stunted, she made no effort to hold back her dark presence. The closest hesitate, if only for a moment. But their numbers gave it courage and press on it did. 

There was a shrill yelp as Zannah squeezed her fist, lifting the creature out of it’s imminent leap, suspended in the air by its throat. With a wet snap it fell to the ground, lifeless. She took a step forward and those closest took a step back.

However, this didn’t stop two further from her from darting directly towards this individual. She watched from under her hood, eager to see how he would react.

[styxandbrimstone]

@dualrule

“Hey sweetie pie. The whole brooding, I’m edgy thing is not prickling anybody’s side. Howdy hoo. What’s bothering you?”

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His hair was fire. 

“Well far be it from me to prickle anybody’s side.”

“This entire place is a farce, filled with clowns and other wastes of my time.”

[princeofthemadhouse]

      ❝ 𝔈 xcuse me! Can I borrow one of those? ❞ Ask the prince, pointed to the two flashlights tapped end to end. Does He need one? Not in the least. It’s the middle of the day and that aside He has impeccable night vision. Does He want one? Very, very, very, very badly. He has yet to handle an electric torch and if he can’t find a real use for it, at the very least He can stick his tongue to the ends of the batteries. That’s always a grand time.

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Zannah stared out from under her hood in silence for a few, long moments. For a moment she felt something in the air, something like what she knew, but different all the same. Deeper. But before she could attempt to get a handle on it, it was gone. A nail cut into the tape and the tearing was all that filled the air, a quick twist and they separated. 

She tossed one of the torches gently through the air

“Why?”

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ghostofdathomir:

Bold? No. Anyone would have a hard time classifying a man like Maul as “bold.” He was, however, tired. Jaded. Bitter. Slowly burning on the inside with a rage that had been stoked in his heart for decades, cultivated and refined by the shadows around him. He wanted nothing to do with the posturing, the sick games of intrigue that came with the role of a Dark Side-user…all Maul wanted were answers.

Shaking his head, the Zabrak folded his arms behind his back, cold eyes trained on the woman.

   “I see – you find comfort in the dark. Perhaps your training…was too relaxed, then.”

To be trained in the Dark Side was to know pain, to know suffering; to never find solace in anything, no matter how hard one tried, no matter how much one clawed at their flesh and howled at the stars – this was all Maul knew.

   “…Or, could it be, you’ve simply forgotten? Could it be that time truly heals all wounds…?”

This meeting was no accident she was sure, yet she loathe to transcribe the actions of her captors as fate. Fate had always been the cruel one anyway, though she was quickly gathering that might be to this one’s tastes.

“Hah.” Short, bitter. There was little joy in that laughter. “No, I find comfort in strength.” And that was certainly true, perhaps the most honest statement she’d issued since her arrival. Of course it was not a comfort currently available and despite being generally well composed, her anger seethed below the surface, turned to a white hot focal point like a razor’s edge. Occasionally it vented to the surface.

“Anything you perceive is merely a side effect.” She pulled the hood back over her head. A calming exercise. Catharsis. Ineffective.

“And do not presume to know me or anything I have been through. I can’t imagine to what kind of training you refer.”

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@dualrule

Darth – no, formerly Darth – Maul was all too familiar with the stench of a Sith; it wafted off of a Force-user, wrapped around those around them, suffocating them without them even realizing it. Most who had come in contact with this woman probably hadn’t even known, hadn’t realized the power she held. It was a feeling the Dathomiri knew all too well.

But still, it wasn’t complete. The Force whispered to him, much as he knew it whispered to her, and what he heard…was an echo. The echo of a power far greater, resonating within her being, but not belonging to her, no, belonging to someone else, a shadow, a dominating void…

   “…What a dark air you carry about you…do you ever feel choked by it, I wonder…?”

Dark Side user or no, either way, Maul wasn’t going to expose himself fully…not yet. Not to someone following in the footsteps of something like that.

[dualrule-blog]

She knew not which race addressed her, but that mattered little. The outside was irrelevant when what she felt in the air was so familiar; she had no doubt it’s what he held inside too. 

Hm. She knew there was those amongst the stars who held a natural affinity for the darkness. Was he simply one familiar with the dark, or had his training been more... Specific. This was not her master, nor was it her apprentice. Was the cities rumoured temporal abilities coming in to play? 

Idly, she realised she’d never had to hunt down a rival before.

“The opposite, in fact; It’s what keeps my breath at ease.”

“Quite the bold one, aren’t you? Addressing me so openly. You’re suspicious and I can tell you; you’re not wrong.”

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✘ close quarters

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raydience:

I should be asking you that. She keeps the thought to herself, quietly shaking her head instead.

“I’m not. And I don’t.”

“…I just wanted to check something on the roof.”

Talking to the woman gave Ray a front row view of her strange eyes. Her lipstick was dark, too–was this some sort of new fashion trend? Her mother had liked dressing up on good days…but that had been years ago.

“You don’t really look like you work for the police.”

That was about the only reason she could think of for her to be so interested in her business. Unconsciously, she drew her purse closer to her chest, feeling the comforting bulge of the BB gun hidden inside. It wasn’t anything to brag about, but it was better than nothing.

The elevator hums as it keeps climbing.

“Good to hear.” Her smile was perfectly sincere , well practised. Still this girl was wary of her, but for anyone travelling alone that was a wise caution. Zannah was certain that if she could detect her presence she would be even more visibly uncomfortable than she already was.

“The roof? What a coincidence. I’ve been trying to picture the city’s skyline, but I I couldn’t resist any longer.”

“Well you must be quite perceptive! I don’t.”  She smiled again, watching the light denoting which floor fade slowly past the halfway mark.

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tolditslant:

Humming, he cocks a brow at her above the glasses, curious. 

“Not that they have them…that if I can carry these, can carry theirs, should they talk to me, then God can as well.”

That’s what he tells himself anyway.

“So it is  flagellation.” She smirked under the hood.

“Oh, they do all have them. And do they? Talk to you?” 

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𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝑒 is a lie

At dawn Kazuhira took his first step on an expedition of this city. Darkness has shrouded the entire metropolis and the former Sub-Commander has found himself within a part of the city where the delinquents have gathered. Not every person he has crossed in this sector gave Kazuhira the stink eye, although, the distant rounds of gun fire is clear to Kazuhira that this area is home to miscreants. The wicked sounds of danger happen to be a far enough for Kazuhira to refrain from quickening his pace. Regrettably for Kazuhira, danger is always at the heels of his soles.

A forceful push from his left knocks Kazuhira from his standing position and on to his right side. A look to his left and Kazuhira sees a bulky, young man staring down at him with another hefty, male partner giving him the very same stare - soon, both men grin and crowd him. The two begin to point out Kazuhira’s faults: his missing arm, his obvious limp, and the need for a cane. One of the two mentions his ‘nice’ aviators and without a second to waste, he snatches the pair off Kazuhira’s nose and slides it on his own.

Kazuhira immediately snarls and whips his cane up at the thief’s nose, knocking the aviators clean off. Perhaps this action is seen as a mistake to the onlookers as Kazuhira is suddenly bombarded with powerful feet and fists. The aluminum cane swings repetitively in the air to ward off the two, yet it is futile for the crippled. 

[dualrule-blog]

Every city had one, even the most prideful and ostentatious; man unlawful bed of criminal activity. Some cities consisted entirely of it, and many she near hid it far underneath. This one however seemed to have a very neatly carved out segment where things were that much worse. 

Well, depending on your perspective. 

Currently it was exactly what she was looking for. She just had to find the place, the right group. Maybe akin to what was happening right in front of her. Two larger men attacking one making poor attempts to defend himself. Pitiful. There was a third watching them, maybe they were part of something larger. Regardless, she had somewhere else to be right now. 

“Hold on there, miss.” A hand on her shoulder. Forceful, aiming to stop her. And stop she did, pale yellow eyes looking up from under her hood. “Not so fast eh?” His other hand appeared from inside his coat, brandishing a serrated knife. “This could be your luck toottcch!-” She raised two fingers with a light flick and the flow of the Force pushed the blade into his own throat. Wide eyed he half grasped at her, then the rapidly gushing wound before falling to his knees. 

It was enough to gain the attention of one of the other two men, who immediately shouted the other to turn. She pulled the knife from the man’s throat casually, and threw it gently through the air. To his credit he caught the blade rather easily by the handle, a smile spread across his face instantly.

“You’re really gonna regret that.”

She was smiling too. “I think you want to cut your own throat.”

“What? Are you tapped? Hah! I-” Despite his incredulous response, the blade was indeed moving up towards his neck. “W-what-” His friend looked on in horror before coming to his senses and making a grab from his hand. Too little too late however, and the razor’s edge was dragged cleanly across soft skin. The knife returned to her hand. 

“You, you’re another on of them! You’ll pay for this.”

“Tell your boss Rain thinks he needs better men.” She let the knife raise into the air, and the man ran immediately. Almost like an afterthought, she turned her attention to their victim, offering a gloved hand to help him a few moments later. 

“Nice night for a walk.”

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@raggedconflict

Her level of frustration was rapidly approaching critical mass. She would rather have forgotten all that she had worked for, killed for, suffered for, than this. To know everything she had learned yet be unable to access it as if she had never once held command of the Force. 

This anger would have fuelled her to even new heights, a volcanic inferno focused to a single white, razor’s edge. Yet here that anger did nothing, the joke wasn’t wasted on her. She was nothing if not adaptable, she had lost before and she was sure she would lose again. But it would return, it always did. 

Until then this city was a swirling whorl of energy; one she could barely get a read on beyond a few metres away from her person. Great currents of light and massive eddies of dark, what a strange place. She still knew not if the Jedi held presence here, nor did she care to search for them. Right now, the darkness felt much closer than the light.

She rubbed her temple; couldn't get distracted, not if she wanted to get paid.

There it was again, like it was looming just overheard, Unfamiliar, yet something she knew all the same, something she- "Rain? Raaaaiiiin?” the voice in her ear shook her back to reality, her finger came up inside her hood, adjusting the ear piece.

“Yes, I’m here.” 

“Nice to know, thought you’d bailed on us.”

“Wouldn’t that be terrible.”

“For you.”

She couldn’t help but smirk to herself “Settle down.” 

“Listen, they’ve just passed the shop, they’ll be there in...” The voice carried on speaking, but it grew distant to her. She knew the timing anyway. But that feeling, it had only grown more intense. And there was a figure; one that demanded her attention without addressing her in the slightest. Male, dressed all in black. Moving with extreme purpose. Towards her? Couldn’t be. She watched him so intently that she almost forgot about- The Truck.

It would be here any second, on a collision course for a business front. But not before crossing that man’s current path. Hmmm.

“Hey.” She called out softly from side of the building 

“Watch out.” As a hand gestured behind him a small explosion shook the floor. There was an immediate panic as most present searched for the source. But demanding their attention more a large, armoured truck roared around the street corner, heading right towards the man to plow directly into the buildings front. Gunshots could already be heard.

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tolditslant:

As always, always, ALWAYS he isn’t surprised by the questioning– but the question, so bold and in your face and personal….now that’s different. Wolfwood considers her question for a moment, peers at this woman through the safety of his dark sunglasses. 

“Funny you should ask….its sort of a reminder for everyone with burdens to carry.”

A quick tug and she pulled her hood back over her head. Alternative shades of eyes seemed to be common her, but she couldn’t shake the urge to cover hers.

“That’s a little on the nose, don’t you think?”

“And a reminder for what? That they have burdens? Seems a little cruel.”

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regiummilitarium:

                                  @dualrule

            Darkness was no stranger to Ignis Scientia, thus the power that overwhelms it during the times when most are fragile. Beasts of the night howled into the wind, their gleaming golden eyes speckled all around the adviser as if he were prey. Which he was. “Oh dear,” he speaks with sarcasm, unafraid of those who wish to eat him. Wooden daggers was all he had and a simple spell to set fire to his blades..but the issue was the material his weapon was. “twas too simple of a walk I suppose, well time to get this over with.”

Another set of golden eyes; this pair watched from much higher and only intended to offer a passing glance as they continued on their way. Fate however had other plans and a section of the metal frame she’d been running along tilted and then collapsed. Using her momentum to slide down the wall she landed with little impact. She had however, found herself right in the centre of whatever this was.

“Oh.” Not good, not at all.

“Forgive me, I’d hate to interrupt the training of your pets.” Growling all around. Great.

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✘ close quarters

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raydience:

At first she thought the woman was hurt, but a second glance confirmed that those were black streaks beneath her eyes.

Crying? Smudged makeup?

She reminded Ray of clowns, except those were almost always smiling. There was no joy in the woman here. There was even a certain chilly coolness that kept her from staring too long. 

Eventually, there was a ding! as the elevator arrived, and she exhaled a relieved sigh before stepping inside. Only, the woman followed in after her while she was pressing the button for the tallest floor.

“…” 

Ray stared at her one more time before retreating to the furthest corner of the elevator.

Maybe they could get by without talking at all.

@dualrule

Thoughts, feelings, desires and fears; all were things she should be able to take from those around her without even looking. Yet now she could not, a sensation that had once been there yet was now out of reach. Her turned her anger to a white hot knife point. 

Nevertheless, things had been going somewhat smoothly. She was adjusting, and from what she could gather force sensitives were quite a rarity in this city, but more importantly- the Jedi Order was no where to be found. 

She had what she’d been sent to this place for and as far as she could tell no one here was any the wiser. Good, she’d really rather not get into a fight in her current state. 

That girl; one needn’t be in tune with the force to realise she’d been watching her, and you certainly didn’t need it to realise she’d probably rather avoid conversation. Unfortunate, really.

“You know, I was fairly sure no one actually lived in this building.”

“You’re not up to anything nefarious, are you?”

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@lupinelcrd

“Hello there.” She pointed one end of the torch towards him, before killing the illumination and letting the double headed flashlight spin in her hand.

“Do you know if this city has an archive?” She wondered briefly if he’d even know what one is.  

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@tolditslant

She assumed it must be what having a limb amputated felt like; she could tell there was something there, a force, a power she knew, yet it was entirely out of reach. The small can she held suspended in the air dented briefly before collapsing into a neat disk. 

Infuriating 

For a moment she thought she should rein herself in just in case, but what was even the point? Could anyone here detect her? If they could she was certain they had already, without the ability to conceal herself she must reek of that aspect of the Force. Her aspect.

Perhaps someone had noticed, but she couldn’t sense anything immediately. Hm.

“Is that your own crucifix?”

“Or are you carrying it for someone else.”

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@photonprojecting​

“I see you were lucky enough to be blessed with quite a gift too.”

She spun the pair of flashlights that had been crudely stuck together in her palm before she pointed at the other’s. She wondered if that prosthetic meant she shared the same galaxy, but her gaze didn’t linger. “Does this mean you’re just as new here ?”

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