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OFFICIALLY MOVED DARTH PLAGUEIS' BLOG
This is an open invitation to ask my muse whatever you damned well please.
Inbox is always open and I know someone must hold curiosities.
To move Plagueis to his own (aka not a side blog) blog or not to.
“Of course, you’re the best Sith ever. I studied some of your work at the Temple,” Arliss can’t help but return his smile. This feels more like a childish fantasy than anything else, “I stole one of your scientific journals. Do you want it back?”
“You may keep it,” he said smiling at her. She was certainly something, intelligent and someone who did not seem to want to kill him unlike his former padawan. “What would you say if I said I was looking for a new apprentice?”
“I know this but do you not think you have trained me well enough to know a calculable risk? I’m not making a blind throw of the dice, I know what we risk, I simply believe that the rewards would outweigh it.”
Originally posted by mysticalaj
“Then state it as such in Basic. Convince me of your idea and you will have my support.”
If anyone knew Wyndel, there were two things that could honestly catch his attention no matter what; the opportunity of control and of course power. It was those two simple subjects that usually ended up going hand in hand with one another, but the opportunity in his mind actually caused him to not think as he usually would have.
However, he thought for the time being it was a half-way decent idea as he placed his lightsaber back on it’s side. After-all, he wouldn’t need it for the time being, and he would at least hear the other out ( Even though he already had made his decision in his mind) for the most part.
“What sort of knowledge?”
“Of what matters most, power.”
Plagueis looked at the other, his gaze unreadable despite the level of suspicion that was present within his mind. It lingered from the day his former padawan and removed the mask from his mouth, allowing him to suffocate. Someone deserved to know at least in part, what it was he had discovered.
“And the ability to kill without having to raise a finger. None of this foolishness with a lightsaber, no using the Force to choke the life out of someone, the ability to summon and banish death itself.” Sidious would have been taught, yet the betrayal still held firm, another? Why not.
Put 'Confess!' plus an accusation about my muse in my ask, and my muse will confess whether it's true or not!
Here’s some examples to start you off-
Confess! Are you turned on by [insert kink here]?
Confess! Do you like [insert name here]?
Confess! Is it true that you once [insert odd/silly activity here]?
Confess! Are you scared of [insert fear here]?
Confess! Did you cry during [insert movie here]
Or think of your own! Be as cunning as you like…
“What methods? Your suffocating hand has thus far prevented me from the development of a damn method! How am I to even learn how to achieve what I desire if I am given no ability to learn?!”
Originally posted by thevengeanceknight
“I have given you the ability to learn, what you wish would risk exposing us to the Jedi.”
Wyndel was about to simply state something foolish — he had killed people before who didn’t even need to be taken out, but admitting that? That was a bit more complicated than even he even thought as his whole body stiffened for the time being.
There was just something about the other that he couldn’t place and that was what truly was unsettling as he finally managed to speak, “I think the better question is..” There was a pause before he spoke again, “What is in it for me if I don’t?”
“Knowledge. It has been some time since I last taught another...yet there is much I wish to share. Even if my greatest feat remains in secret.” None would be told of what he was able to to do. The power over life and death that was his alone to keep. A secret that he would keep safe.
“Plagueis? Like Darth Plagueis?” Arliss’s eyes widen and her mouth opens slightly, “I thought you died. I heard your apprentice killed you.”
“He merely thought that he had killed me,” he replied, giving the girl a small smile. “You’ve heard of me?”
Revan’s head tilted slightly in curiosity then, an eyebrow rising as she studied him for a moment or two. “I feel I have to ask, but…whatever do you mean by that last comment? I’m quite sure we would both have…proper decorum while in public—-no matter what we happened to do while we were not.”
Or at the very least, Revan would. After all, she did have more than a few partners and after so many years of being the Empress, it was easy to keep up the proper appearances in public.
“You my dear, may be inclined to behave accordingly. I on the other hand have been out of the public eye for many years. A sacrifice to keep myself hidden. I care no longer for such a mask.” He offered her a smile, giving his shoulders a bit of a shrug.
“I cannot promise that I will be a gentleman one hundred percent of the time.” He had spent so much time alone that he had lost most of his well trained manners from his time as a Magister. “There was no offense meant by my words.”
When he had walked upon this strange man, Ren could feel only Darkness and it delighted him, but also scared him a bit, for he knew of none other that would feel such as this , the feeling eliciting a small chill as he moved closer and regarded the man. There was something the knight could not fully see of him and it made him more curious as he drew closer.
Matching the tilt, he was glad for his mask as he was looking at him so curiously, wondering who this man could be but straightened once he was described, “I am Kylo Ren.” he said proudly, “Master of the Knights of Ren and a Commander of The First Order.” Stepping closer, the knight leaned in, “And who might you be?”
Knights of Ren, the First Order. Oh how the galaxy had changed. There had been no need for such clever titles. There were the Sith, there were the Jedi, and they were a part of the Republic. There was such power coming from him, it was almost enough for his lips to quirk into a smile, almost. Plagueis kept his composure, something mastered over years of practice.
“I fear, Kylo Ren, that you would not believe should I tell you,” he replied tilting his head to the side as he looked into the black mask, to where his eyes were. “But, as you asked. My name is Darth Plagueis, Master of the Sith.” He would not use the term lord to describe himself; only those descended from Bane wore such a title, or so he had been taught.
“You know my ambitions, you know that I would do to achieve these ambitions and yet you hold me back on the petty principle of not being ready? Yes I lust for power, I covet, worship it even. These are the principles of the Sith are they not? Through passion I gain strength and through strength, power.”
Originally posted by theres-been-an-awakening
“I do not disagree with what it is you seek, i disagree with the methods of obtaining them.”
“Well, perhaps, if you wish, I could help you find your former apprentice. So long as you don’t pull the Eternal Empire into an unnecessary war, of course.” It was then that an amused look settling itself across her face.
Giving a soft laugh, Revan said, “Well, then, I am currently avoiding returning home for a few days—-and unfortunately I have no idea what’s on at the moment. Perhaps tomorrow or the day after?”
“Of course.” It was possible, of course, that it would. After all, last he had heard of Palpatine was that he was a senator from Naboo. The young man had returned home after his betrayal? Well, had he not done the exact same thing after the death of Tenebrous?
“Tomorrow I believe would be far more appropriate, a chance to rest, all the better to maintain our best behavior in the public eye wouldn’t you say?”
“Arliss Khalsa-Damask. What’s yours?”
Damask? That was not a name he had heard in many years, as it was his own and he had dropped it. “The name I was born with I have stopped using. What I go by now is Plagueis.”
“Then I’d say it’s time I get a real master.”
“What is your name little one?”
“I suspect you’ll find out when you wake up again. Well, if. I’ve never resurrected a half-blood before.“
“And little one what if I told you I have already mastered that ability?”