Unfortunate Meeting [Kressara]

[Noffiti Hideme]

Belladonna was perched up on a building. The town was quiet and nearly empty. She had left Sojourn to do something fun. Her darkness responded kindly and enveloped her in that cold blissfulness. She smiled beneath her mask and closed her eyes. The wind blew faintly, enhanced by the force. Her braids were secured in a knot at the back of her head under her hood.

Her gunmetal eyes watched the people, looking and feeling for anyone that sparked her interest. And then she felt it. It was faint, but she felt the pulse of a force sensitive, much like herself. But this signature was untainted like her and her teachers. She silently dropped down into an alley ahead of the force sensitive. She palmed a thin glass vial of Bundar Root powder. It would ease the person's mind if need be.

Silently, she waited for the signature to get closer.

[Kressara Thryn]

It had been about a week since the loss of her family and though she sold her most valuable possession to buy a one way trip to Ganthel, as fate would have it the man who bartered with her was a scam artist and the ticket was a fake. Still the Sith master who hunted her seemed long gone by now and after taking up work sweeping the floors in a local repairs shop Kressara was beginning to come to terms with what had happened. Of course she was still sad and the fear of the Devaronian murderer returning kept her up at night, but she was slowly picking herself up and trudging on.

The girl was walking to her cruddy apartment on the less than reputable side of town when she felt something familiar...something unwelcoming. Her heart rate increased and the palms of her hands began to sweat. She knew that sensation of darkness lingering nearby. It was the same feeling she got right before...

Kressara picked up the pace and rushed to the alcove where her door could be found. Her hands fumbled to unlock the faulty mechanism on the control panel and with a hiss of irritation she clutched the bag in her hand and whirled around to look for whatever dark energy was putting her so badly on edge. Kressara was a girl of very little stature and far too much anxiety. She wore a jumpsuit from her job with the sleeves rolled up and the legs tucked into her black lace up boots. Her long ash blonde hair was pulled up into a messy bun with her bangs still dangling over her face as much as possible, a hand held welding tool on her belt that her boss told her to familiarize herself with so she could start working repairs. The girl was pretty at least, but clearly down on her luck.

[Noffiti Hideme]

Belladonna swept through the shadows. The girl had caught onto her signature. She was a force sensitive after all. She smiled and slipped closer to the girl. She concentrated on snuffing her force signature. It may not be very affective, but it was still worth trying. Blood needed to get on with her training. She was tired of being such a low level Padawan.

She gripped the glass vial and swung her arm out, smashing the bottle against the wall next to the girl's head. There had hardly been enough actual Bundar Root in there and mostly a mixture that would make the powder airborne. It would loosen her tongue and make her much more willing to listen to her words. She'd still have her mind about her, but her tongue would betray her.

She turned around the corner to face the girl once she was certain the powder had taken effect. She smirked beneath her mask and waited for the slight haze of powder in the air to dissipate.

[Kressara Thryn]

SMASH! The bottle broke against the wall beside her and nearly scared Kressara half to death. Out of sheer reflex she lobbed the bag in her hand randomly into the shadows, and believe me getting hit by that thing would leave a welt. She’d been lugging around new locks for all her windows and doors in that thing, the black leather bag which was now colliding with either a wall, the ground, or someone as Kressara frantically scanned the area for danger. The contents of the bottle puffed into the air around her and tickled her throat until soon the girl was reduced to a hacking, sneezing fit by the door.

Caustiously she moved her back into a corner and unhooked the small welder from her belt no bigger than a remote. Flipping the switch she prepared herself for a bad situation and covered her nose and mouth with her sleeve. It was too late of course, the strange substance was clearly in her system judging by the fuzzy, buzzed feeling it’d given her. Adrenalin from the high levels of stress this girl was capable of would likely shorten the affect of any such altering drugs, but for now it was sure to work.

[Noffiti Hideme]

Belladonna laughed at the girl's attempt to defend herself. She stepped closer until she was just an inch away from the weapon. "Do it. I want to see if you have the guts." Her voice became more mechanical behind the mask. "That's how I got here. I pulled the trigger and pained the walls red." She gripped the girl's wrist and pulled the tool up to rest at her forehead. "Now that's better. No chance of me surviving this one."

This encounter brought about her first real encounter with her Master. She had pulled a gun on him and he simply closer his eyes and leaned his forehead against the barrel of her blaster. She thought him insane, but she couldn't bring herself to pull the trigger. She smiled and closed her eyes. She hummed a simple tune, her modulator distorting the melody into something terrifying rather than beautiful.

"Come now~ We haven't got all day~"

[Kressara Thryn]

The emergence of the Sith padawan stunned Kressara as flashbacks of the first apprentice she tangled with ran through her mind. He had been wild and cruel, out for blood and pain in its purest forms. She certainly didn’t have a good taste left in her mouth from that first encounter...and frankly neither did the boy whom she mangled with a husking machine...and potentially set on fire. Perhaps it wouldn’t be such a good idea for the padawan to goad Kressara into striking her with a deadly blow, but then again there was no way for her to know the girl had singlehandedly (albeit a bit underhandedly) crippled an apprentice about her age.

Most people would falter and fail to kill someone so obviously trusting that they wouldn’t go through with it, and like most people Kressara couldn’t just outrightly sear a hole right into the other girl’s skull...but she wouldn’t just let someone get the best of her again. Her negative energy seemed to fluxuate through the haze of drug induced calm enough for the girl to act. In a rapid motion she twisted her body, forcing her wrist to pivot in Belladonna’s hand until the tip of the welder was aimed at the delicate skin of her wrist.

“Unhand me, or I unhand you.” Kressara growled in a voice far more confident than she felt, citrine hazel eyes leering with a residual hatred for anyone who just assumes they can intrude on her personal space like that. This girl had seen things, and it showed in the way she grit her teeth and the energy she gave off.

[Noffiti Hideme]

Belladonna smiled when the girl had to think. She did too when she made her first shot. The girl twisted her wrist and now had the gun pointed at her wrist, threatening to unhand her. She just laughed, throwing her head back in amusement. "Go ahead. Let the darkness come closer. Let it embrace you. It feels good~"

She suddenly decided the girl needed someone else to shoot. She rather liked her hands, but the girl needed to learn how good the darkness felt. Her other hand grasped the weapon and wrenched it from her grip. She tucked it into her belt and grabbed the girl's wrists. "Let's find someone else to have some fun with~"

[Kressara Thryn]

((OOC: Just a quick reminder that Kressara was holding a welding tool. It’s basically a very tiny futuristic soldering iron. It doesn’t have shooting capabilities...so she couldn’t embrace the dark side and shoot someone with it...well, I mean most people couldn’t. I could get creative and launch the thing at someone, but it’d just nick them at best haha.))

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?” Kressara hissed as the other snagged her along. It may have been the drugs talking, but the girl just couldn’t keep her opinion to herself as soon as the chance to give it arose. She dug her heels into the concrete and anchored herself firmly in place, eyes shooting daggers in the back of the padawan’s head.

“I am sick and tired of murder happy strangers in edgy clothing just storming into my personal space and ruining my life! Darkness? Let it come closer?! What are you talking about!? Honestly if you’re insisting that defending yourself somehow makes me like you, you’re wrong. Kicking you so hard that it launches you into orbit might be a little on the overkill side, but hell I already crippled one of you and probably set the other one on fire! So leave me alone! Don’t make the mistake of thinking I’m incapable of hurting you, because the last person like you who forced me to defend myself got his legs ran through a crop husker!!!”

She couldn’t stop ranting. What did that powder do to her?!? Suddenly the girl who couldn’t get a word in edgewise in most situations with strangers was spewing an entire aggravated speech! Kressara glared and dropped to the ground so that her ass was deadweight on the concrete, refusing to move any further before yelling, “I’m not following you! I’m not putting up with another bloodfest tonight! AND WHAT WAS IN THAT BOTTLE?!?!”

[Noffiti Hideme]

Belladonna smiled and watched the girl rant. She had talked about hurting her and other Sith. She laughed faintly, causing the sound to come out very mechanical.

"I am not much above you in ability. I am a Padawan. You could very easily take me down, but why would you when I can show you someone who will help you be strong. No one could ever harm you and tell you what to do." She pulled another glass vial from her side and held it up for the girl to see. "Bundar Root. Helps to loosen a person's tongue. Figured it'd make things more interesting."

A thought came to Belladonna's head and she smirked beneath her mask. She let go of the girl's wrist and pushed her back to a wall. She placed her gloved hand over the girl's eyes and had her mask released with a pressurized hiss. She wasted no time and pressed her lips firmly against the other girl's. It was brief, and simple.

[Kressara Thryn]

Kressara was furious with this woman, about to go into another long trade about how sick and tired she was of being bothered by people she didn’t even know when suddenly she was pulled up to her feet and pushed with her back to a metal surface. A hand covered her eyes and blocked her view of the person in front of her to which the blonde yelped, “What the fff-“

Lips collide with hers and took the girl completely off guard. Not a moment was spent to explore the kiss as Kressara’s free hand fumbled with the lock on the door. CLICK! The mechanism unhinged itself and into the house they both fell. Landing on her back Kressara rolled over quickly and left to her feet, screaming, “SOMETHING IS SERIOUSLY WRONG WITH YOU!!!” Before she flew out of the house like she’d been drinking X-Wing fuel for days. Her legs carried her fast and nimbly through the streets until she vanished into a crowd of people. She left behind her home and the strange padawan and once again took to the city as a runaway. She was getting a ticket off of this planet whether she had to sell a vital organ to obtain one or not.

((OOC: And thus begins a lifetime of cheesy pick up lines and snarky retorts between Belladonna and Kressara.))