Ever seen youself without a mirror? [Nofi]

[Slade Xandir]

Blood had her aboard his ship, the Infiltrator keeping it's shields and invisibility up as it powered up and soared through the atmosphere. Not soon after, they left the salt and sand drowned planet. Sitting at the chic and darkly decor'd table and lounge set within the gazeport of the ship, Blood relieved himself of the monstrosity of tension he had felt earlier with the stand-off he had with Colton. The first thing he had done was take his helm off, sitting the draconic helmet on the matte onyx and metallic top. Past shoulder length ebony hair glistened in the slight glow of light, a firm chiseled handsome face greeted the manly-dressed woman, while golden eyes skirted over her face.

"Fire at me," he began. "Every single question you have."

His silk baritones snaked out to her, his curiosity hidden in that lulling voice. Now that he wasn't in the presence of irritable company, he could concentrate. So that allowed him to be patient with her.

[Noffiti Hideme]

Noffiti sat down on the floor, not bothering with a chair. Her and her brothers never used them anyway. The haze over her mind had somewhat cleared, allowing her to think things through. She looked around the ship while she thought.

"Do I know you?" That seemed to be the only question running through her mind. The darkness within her seemed to be attached to him, maybe she had known him before she was left on Crait. It seemed logical, she wouldn't remember it but he seemed old enough to know something before then. "Or. . .Am I supposed to know you?"

[Slade Xandir]

Blood hadn't needed to take any more of the woman under consideration. One well found thing he has come to learn of himself was that he never forgot a face. Even not of an impossible task was forgetting someone's scent in the Force. She was a new perfume to him, something fresh, a breeze that sung around him in a gently curious wind.

"You have neither known me, nor had been expected to know me, but one thing is for certain: You will come to learn of me. On the contrary, I am to learn of you, as well. The Force has brought us to cross paths," he partially lied. "So it is only expected of us to follow suit. Who are you?"

He crossed both clawed gloved hands over eachother as he peered down at the strange woman. She prefer the floor, so be it. He hasn't claimed her yet, but soon, he would. And only then would she no longer enjoy scuttling across the floor like some heathen.

[Noffiti Hideme]

"Me?" Noffiti pointed to herself. She thought about herself deeply. "I'm. . .Nobody. I'm an orphan taken in by a poor family. When I was only one Standard year old they found me crying alone in the dirt. I have nothing special to speak of. No talents. No hobbies. Nothing. I am nobody." She looked down at her lap. She just wanted to pull her hood over her face and cry. Her emotions came flooding back and she just wanted to let them out. But she wouldn't show weakness.

"The darkness. . .My shadows. They know you. They keep reaching for you. That's why I thought I should know you. I also thought you may have been. . .from my past."

[Slade Xandir]

The Sith Lord listened as of she told one of the most important stories ever spoken. In his eyes was a slight shroud over consideration, something more animalistic than empathetic. He felt it too, a slight give in his own energy, puffing gently to reach out to her own. Evil knew the best places to lay it's roots down, and apparently this girl was a perfect candidate.

Blood was to instill such into her, and thus began the snake charmer in his song of seduction.

"You are not worthless, girl. Not even miniature weak animals are worthless, as they serve their place in the food chain. Yet you are no base prey...you were born with fangs, and though you use them now, they will remain with you, no matter what you do or who you become...."

His eyes narrowed as he delivered that intense infiltration, however.

"But the only way for those fangs to do damage against those who doubt you, who use you, who trod over you, is to commit yourself to the Dark Side. "

Blood raised his chin, his own proof of power evident from mere words, alone.

"To take it and be one with that power, you will learn nothing but true power, and in turn, thou will become unstoppable."

[Noffiti Hideme]

Noffiti looked up at him. He was trying to make her become a bad person. She backed away from him slightly, her hands pressing against the floor to stabilize herself. "I won't let it come back. It likes you better. The darkness. . .It tries to go to you. It doesn't want to be inside me anymore."

At her words the darkness stilled beside Blood. It returned to her in one swift movement. She frantically backed away from the thing that was and wasn't. Her hands slipped on the metal and she kept trying to escape it. "No! No stop!" She placed a hand in the air like it might help but it did nothing. "Please help me!"

[Slade Xandir]

The Wicked Messiah watched her struggle, feeling the sticky and lithe motions of the Dark Side's taint. Of course it latched to him; it knew what true power was. He could feel his own energy's response to the ring of aura from her own stead, and it was a marvel that she continued to fight it. "It is meant to be," he murmured. As this happened, Blood took pieces of his own energy, plucking strings from his own Force web, and began weaving an internal connection between him and this girl. It was a of course enveloped within despicable energy, the Dark Side woven into the bindings as a potent as a loaded hypodermic needle.

The shadows on the ship had become misshapen, twisted and strange as he took a new look to her. Upon his face was a look of interest, gilded and insistent.

"You know where your destiny lies. It lies with you standing atop a mound of decaying enemy, leading legions of obedient and fearsome killers, to rule. It chose you, and there is no denying it."

[Noffiti Hideme]

Noffiti felt something in her chest. He was doing something, but it wasn't helping in any way. "I can't!" Her words were broken by her sobs. Her life had gone so wrong already. "Please!" The shadows latched onto her and her body felt warm, but it didn't feel right.

She pulled up her blaster and aimed it at Blood. Her whole body trembled, causing her blaster to waver in the air. "Make this stop!" Tears ran down her cheeks and dripped off her chin. "Please. I don't want this." The shadows moved across her body while she sat still. She could feel each one inch across her skin. They had never been so strong. It sent a shiver down her spine, which only added to her trembling weapon.

[Slade Xandir]

"Oh, but you do," he started, only grinning at the end of the barrel.

The Sith Lord could have handled it a different the way. He could have gotten upset, and wrenched the gun out of her hand, or he could have gone the route that he's currently choosing and allowing her to show her true self.

"You are scared, I see that. I feel that. I taste it. I can smell your fear. But that is nothing to be ashamed of. It's natural to be frightened. But for someone who claims to not want the Dark Side, only for them to pull a weapon on the person to ask help from, it only shows that you in fact do you want the Dark Side, girl."

Standing up, he walked over to her, his armor glowing menacingly in the dark of the lounge room. And without hesitation, he put his forehead on the barrel of the blaster.
Golden eyes locked on the silvers of the woman, his voice soft.

"Will you pull the trigger against the one who wants to free you from your chains? Against the man who sees the potential you keep secret? Or will you be as the others, and lose your chance to salvation?"

[Noffiti Hideme]

Noffiti trembled as Blood approached her. She froze once his forehead was against the barrel. Insanity. That's what that was. His yellow eyes watched her own as she debated whether or not to pull the trigger.

"Why. . .?" She asked the question more to herself. She couldn't find it in herself to pull the trigger again. Her blaster didn't lower from his forehead. She craved that numbness, but a life for that was not something she was wanting to pay. "Why can't I pull the trigger?" Her elbows locked so her arms were still, the barrel still to his head. "Why can't I be strong?" Tears once again clouded her gunmetal eyes. "Why can't I be brave?"

Noffiti had denied it for so long. She craved approval and praise. She needed to know she was doing something right, that she wasn't a failure. She wasn't addicted to the numbness. She was addicted to the praise Blood had given her for killing that man. She sobbed like a child, letting her weakness show. . .