#dualrule

[ghostofdathomir-blog]

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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.

[regiummilitarium-blog]

                                  @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.”

[ghostofdathomir-blog]

“It’s not over.”

   “No...never over. ‘Peace is an illusion...’”

Despite the gravity of it all, Maul couldn’t help but laugh -- not a full laugh, of course. He had no energy for something like that. No, it was a quiet chuckle, easily mistaken for a breath, nothing more. Yet again, she sounded so...ahh. Nostalgic, maybe.

   “...We do what we must. That has always been the way...”

[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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[sensoinu-blog]

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.