She felt the dark, distorted warble of the Force, and savored it for a moment. Her form moving with a fluidity and grace through the dance floor, though one partner just would not leave her alone. Her fake blue orbs seemed to laugh, though the yellow, hidden beneath, spoke only malice as that hand fell upon her wrist once more. She was trying so very hard to people. So very, very hard. Well then, so be it.
The Force rippled against her, and she touched upon the Darkness of it all. Her pale skin, painted to look normal, shimmering within the dim lights. Her eyes fully locked on the man, she pushed against his essence. She felt a minor resistance, nothing to signify any power like her own. She smiled, a vicious thing, that seemed to only encourage the foolish man as he spun her against him. She placed her hand against his cheek, and allowed her lips to press against his. Hungrily, as if she needed to devour him. Perhaps that was an apt analogy.
((Force Power Affliction- Start))
She let the touch and kiss linger, the man didn't fight it. As she pushed upon the Dark Side, pulled against it, let it flow from her, and into him. She had changed, and altered the Force within herself, as well as in her surrounding area. This was new. This was within another human being. She focused on the Force, twisted it, tried to shape it to her will. It resisted, the man was a living creature, and thus, naturally fought back, even without his notice. His attention was elsewhere, anyway. With a growl that he mistook for a pleased purr, she pushed harder.
She envisioned his cells shriveling, collapsing. She pictured his brain misfiring, his heart, already thudding heavily in his chest, she pictured it cramping. She tried picturing it exploding, but it resisted. All of him resisted. Her finger tips dug into his shoulders, hooking the back of his neck, and she clung to him, both physically, and within the Force. Her essence flooding from her kiss, into him. She focused on the Dark more and more. Let her joy at death, her anger at any failure, fuel the power behind it. Then she felt his muscles tense in response.
She focused on the flow of the Force within him, focusing on something very small within. His white blood cells. His platelets. The Force flowed through them as they did everything else. And with that knowledge, she began to alter the flow within his veins. She let out an obscene sound, as the Force rippled around the pair. His own hands grasping her, unable to pull free from her kiss, a kiss he now knew, was going to become deadly if she found the strength within her. She smiled against him, and sent the Force rippling through him, directed his blood upward, toward his brain.
She understood the medical ramifications of too much blood rushing to one's head, as she focused on altering the flow of the Force through him, feeling the resistance within him. Some of her grasp faltered under the sheer power of resistance, but she clung tightly, causing small convulsions to wrack the man's body. She grasped to his essence, clung to the Force within him. A normal human for all intents and purposes. She pushed against him again, and felt a tear. She focused on that tear, widening it... his scream muffled against her lips.
Blisters began to form along his arm as blood escaped his veins, but was trapped beneath his flesh, her focus grasping tighter to the Dark Side, and that evil purr. She thought of her student, spending more time in combat training than in training with her, and it fueled her rage. She didn't scream though, despite the urge to let it bubble forth. Instead she tore at his blood cells, and sent them careening against the walls of his veins, where they could not impede any more of her progress. The flow of the Force cascaded away from its intended path this time, tearing at the walls of his heart, and sending blood rushing into his brain. She bit his lower lip, and gave a soft tug, before releasing him with a keening purr, then she stepped back. One of his eyes looked red, and blood oozed out of the corner of it. It hadn't been enough to kill him outright, but he'd eventually drop. He might even eventually die. He stared at her in terror as she giggled, and then vanished into the crowd to continue enjoying the music, free of the grasping hands of one undeserving of her actual affection. Just her affliction.
((Force Power - Affliction - End))
Death on the Dance Floor (Training)
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Re: Death on the Dance Floor (Training)
Her mind drifted as she lost herself to the music, recalling her time spent on Utopia, to which she'd be returning soon enough...
((Force Power - Sense Force User - Start))
This was the perfect time for her. As she watched Mora, her brand new apprentice, her eyes focusing solely on her as she delved into the Force for the first time, intentionally. She focused on her essence in the Force, that spark of life, and listened. Studying her for that briefest of pulses. She knew there was a way to detect a Force user, and she was examining the girl now for something that would help her identify the tell tale markers. Something in her essence changing? No, nothing would change, she already had the ability to harness the Force. No, nothing would change, however, it may strengthen.
She closed her eyes and drifted into the Force, touching upon their signatures. Feeling the life emanating off of them, but she pushed deeper. She was intimate with the Force, and now she'd become intimate with these two in a similar fashion. She touched her mind against Mora first, a gentle caress of Dark, foreboding energy-- that was it! She felt a spark of energy that flitted through the Dark, but also touched upon the light. It moved in the space between. Of course, neither of them had taken to the Dark Side.... yet.
It was minute at first, but she shifted her perception, the light was blinding, sickening to her, while the Dark was a warm comfort. And in between it all, that grey that brought a balance the galaxy did not need. She let it all wash over her as she searched for its sources, scanned for them in her mind's eye. Then there was something familiar.
She touched upon the spark she had come to love, the Force that flowed through the air, and through all things. She felt it as it weaved in and out of Mora. Her mind touching against that bright spark in her mind. She took note of how the Force wove through Mora, and as she expanded her sense to take in Rhoden, it also passed through him. In her mind she saw it, like a tapestry of light and dark, interwoven with grey. And at each apex, where the strands of sparks met, it pulsed with promise. A small purr escaped her lips as she saw the connections.
It was brilliant and beautiful, and sickening. She could see the dark caressing Mora, but she also saw the light, the grey. Filth, neither as pure as her beloved dark. A dark that rippled and danced within her apprentice, despite her own lack of credentials. The flow of raw, untapped, power calling to her, lighting her up like a beacon.
She took a deep breath and focused on the shape of the pair before her, the few interactions she had with normal people, had been few, and often resulted in their deaths. How could she differentiate? She had never seen it like this! But then, she'd never seen what Argus or that Hunter looked like either. Her mind wrapped around them in a Dark embrace. She could feel the pulse of power, something yearning to be shaped and allowed to grow. She focused on the pulsing power in Mora at long last, her lips, now painted violet, turned slowly upward, into a small smile.
((Force Power - Sense Force User - End))
((Force Power - Sense Force User - Start))
This was the perfect time for her. As she watched Mora, her brand new apprentice, her eyes focusing solely on her as she delved into the Force for the first time, intentionally. She focused on her essence in the Force, that spark of life, and listened. Studying her for that briefest of pulses. She knew there was a way to detect a Force user, and she was examining the girl now for something that would help her identify the tell tale markers. Something in her essence changing? No, nothing would change, she already had the ability to harness the Force. No, nothing would change, however, it may strengthen.
She closed her eyes and drifted into the Force, touching upon their signatures. Feeling the life emanating off of them, but she pushed deeper. She was intimate with the Force, and now she'd become intimate with these two in a similar fashion. She touched her mind against Mora first, a gentle caress of Dark, foreboding energy-- that was it! She felt a spark of energy that flitted through the Dark, but also touched upon the light. It moved in the space between. Of course, neither of them had taken to the Dark Side.... yet.
It was minute at first, but she shifted her perception, the light was blinding, sickening to her, while the Dark was a warm comfort. And in between it all, that grey that brought a balance the galaxy did not need. She let it all wash over her as she searched for its sources, scanned for them in her mind's eye. Then there was something familiar.
She touched upon the spark she had come to love, the Force that flowed through the air, and through all things. She felt it as it weaved in and out of Mora. Her mind touching against that bright spark in her mind. She took note of how the Force wove through Mora, and as she expanded her sense to take in Rhoden, it also passed through him. In her mind she saw it, like a tapestry of light and dark, interwoven with grey. And at each apex, where the strands of sparks met, it pulsed with promise. A small purr escaped her lips as she saw the connections.
It was brilliant and beautiful, and sickening. She could see the dark caressing Mora, but she also saw the light, the grey. Filth, neither as pure as her beloved dark. A dark that rippled and danced within her apprentice, despite her own lack of credentials. The flow of raw, untapped, power calling to her, lighting her up like a beacon.
She took a deep breath and focused on the shape of the pair before her, the few interactions she had with normal people, had been few, and often resulted in their deaths. How could she differentiate? She had never seen it like this! But then, she'd never seen what Argus or that Hunter looked like either. Her mind wrapped around them in a Dark embrace. She could feel the pulse of power, something yearning to be shaped and allowed to grow. She focused on the pulsing power in Mora at long last, her lips, now painted violet, turned slowly upward, into a small smile.
((Force Power - Sense Force User - End))
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Re: Death on the Dance Floor (Training)
She swayed to the rhythm as she moved toward the back of the night club, running long fingers along the face of a couple potential partners, only those who gave her the respect she deserved. They got to live, free of her poison. But despite her enjoyment of the dancing, the music, the interaction with normal people. Sheep to be spared or slaughtered at her discretion, she had a mission. This was a hub of criminal activity, and her task: Gather information. A simple enough thing, she just needed to find a way to get into the back room. A back room that wasn't really guarded. Why? Because the door was covered by a force field, one that required a specific wand of sorts to open. But then, she had the Force. She smiled as she approached the door, and gave a brief look around, then moved to place her back to the wall, her head swaying to the music. She had seen people do this, usually waiting in line outside of the refreshers, or trying to be cool and not let the music take them. She wouldn't raise suspicions doing this, not until the shield went down, then she'd have to act fast.
((Absorb/Scatter Energy - Start))
She focused on the energy shield, trying to get a feel of it. Feeling the surge, touching that thing would hurt, a lot. Her mind ran its spectral fingers over the surface, and felt the sparks as she stared into the blue, swirling vortex beside her. She closed her eyes, humming, as she looked closer, seeing the wall of energy as something more than just a wall. She saw lines of the Force. Lines like threads. Her "fingers" took them in her "hands", and found them malleable. Easy enough to manipulate. She parted them as though she was bending the bars of some cell- and they snapped back, violently.
The elasticity of them prevented any success. She focused on the lines again, tracing them to their emitters. Felt the hum of raw power flooding from them, and this time, she placed her real hand, palm facing behind her, to lie flat against the warm metal of the door jamb. She poured her power into it, and instead of pushing it away as before, she pulled on it. She felt drawn to it. And she savored the tingle of electricity against her smooth skin. Felt it crackle as she pulled the lines into her own body. It hurt. And she loved it. But even she knew she couldn't hold onto it. It was two much.
With a feral growl of ecstasy, she pushed the energy back into the control module, and felt the internal battery warble, as it released its energies. This time, it was as though she plunged her spectral hand into the wall, and scattered it like errant insects, sending the energy she had gathered, back into the wall of force. The energy fizzled as it was sent in all directions, and Desade turned to walk into the open room.
((Absorb/Scatter Energy - End))
((Absorb/Scatter Energy - Start))
She focused on the energy shield, trying to get a feel of it. Feeling the surge, touching that thing would hurt, a lot. Her mind ran its spectral fingers over the surface, and felt the sparks as she stared into the blue, swirling vortex beside her. She closed her eyes, humming, as she looked closer, seeing the wall of energy as something more than just a wall. She saw lines of the Force. Lines like threads. Her "fingers" took them in her "hands", and found them malleable. Easy enough to manipulate. She parted them as though she was bending the bars of some cell- and they snapped back, violently.
The elasticity of them prevented any success. She focused on the lines again, tracing them to their emitters. Felt the hum of raw power flooding from them, and this time, she placed her real hand, palm facing behind her, to lie flat against the warm metal of the door jamb. She poured her power into it, and instead of pushing it away as before, she pulled on it. She felt drawn to it. And she savored the tingle of electricity against her smooth skin. Felt it crackle as she pulled the lines into her own body. It hurt. And she loved it. But even she knew she couldn't hold onto it. It was two much.
With a feral growl of ecstasy, she pushed the energy back into the control module, and felt the internal battery warble, as it released its energies. This time, it was as though she plunged her spectral hand into the wall, and scattered it like errant insects, sending the energy she had gathered, back into the wall of force. The energy fizzled as it was sent in all directions, and Desade turned to walk into the open room.
((Absorb/Scatter Energy - End))
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Re: Death on the Dance Floor (Training)
((Danger Sense - Start))
She maintained her hold to the Force as she stalked into the room. Felt the stillness of the air, and reached out further. There was liable to be resistance once they realized their little defense grid was down, and she needed to be warned of that eventuality. Her mind brushed along the surfaces about her, the sickeningly calm light, the torrential dark, and the space between, a battle ground between the two. She touched upon that sensual warzone, and caressed it with her mind. Pushing out deeper, when a pulse drew her attention toward it. Yellow eyes turned to stare at the swirl of energy that no one else would have been able to see.
It pulsed again, and the hair on the back of her neck stood up, as she focused on this new (to her at least) anomaly. The pulse seemed to be pointing toward the door. Her gaze followed it, as the pulse shifted, and moved. Her eyes landing on the door. It was an inanimate object, but she focused on the Force around it, it flowed around and through it as it did all things, but there was something different. Something minute in its mass. She shrunk down her mind's eye. Visualizing the swirl of Force in exquisite detail.
She watched as the door pulsed with an angry red, and as she focused on that-- she heard a dull beep. The Force screamed at her to hit the floor.
((Danger Sense - End))
She maintained her hold to the Force as she stalked into the room. Felt the stillness of the air, and reached out further. There was liable to be resistance once they realized their little defense grid was down, and she needed to be warned of that eventuality. Her mind brushed along the surfaces about her, the sickeningly calm light, the torrential dark, and the space between, a battle ground between the two. She touched upon that sensual warzone, and caressed it with her mind. Pushing out deeper, when a pulse drew her attention toward it. Yellow eyes turned to stare at the swirl of energy that no one else would have been able to see.
It pulsed again, and the hair on the back of her neck stood up, as she focused on this new (to her at least) anomaly. The pulse seemed to be pointing toward the door. Her gaze followed it, as the pulse shifted, and moved. Her eyes landing on the door. It was an inanimate object, but she focused on the Force around it, it flowed around and through it as it did all things, but there was something different. Something minute in its mass. She shrunk down her mind's eye. Visualizing the swirl of Force in exquisite detail.
She watched as the door pulsed with an angry red, and as she focused on that-- she heard a dull beep. The Force screamed at her to hit the floor.
((Danger Sense - End))
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Re: Death on the Dance Floor (Training)
((Force level 6 start))
She slid into position behind the long desk, and reached out with the Force. Reached out and felt for the swirl of dark energy that gave her strength, gave her purpose. She hungered for more of that divine darkness. She couldn't lie, she was addicted to the very essence of the Dark Side of the Force, and she latched onto it. Reaching out to feel the life signs on the other side of that door. The ebb and flow of angry energy, beings coming to do her harm, and she listened. She let the darkness swirl about her, as she reached out on a whim. She felt the lights begin to dim as their energy was pulled from them. The light fading to complete, and pitch blackness.
She savored the dark as she felt through it-- felt danger scream from the door as an explosion rent it inward. And she focused on her darkness, the flash of the explosion lost to the Dark Side of the Force. She reached out to touch the life beyond it, and felt them rush into the darkness. The life was bright and vibrant against her darkness, and it sickened her. The way the Force flowed through them, the light mixing with the dark, and that space between.
She felt the ebb and tide. The way energy cascaded among young, virile muscles. The way the hearts thudded in cruel chests. The stench of warm, decaying meat on their breath. She could feel it, and she grasped at it, felt their nearness as they took up positions around the room, unable to see through the darkness she had created. Her lithe hands wrapped about the long shaft of metal and bone that was sheathed against her thigh, she couldn't see any better than they could, but she had an advantage.
She activated her blades, red energy exploding from both ends, being lost in the sphere of darkness that now consumed the room, forcing her to concentrate on that while she listened to the voices the Force, itself, whispered. Yellow eyes closed to become lost within the medley of chaos that ensued. She listed to the Dark Side, felt the cries of surprise at the sound, felt the surge in the Force as it grew alarmed, but not as a warning to her. No, this was a warning for them. She counted fifteen men, and she felt as their heartbeats picked up, their breath held.
Then their hearts took off as though they were marathon runners, as the first man screamed. She felt for the nearest form of life, and she moved for it, blade spinning about, then she felt the bliss in the Dark Side, as one of the men was cut in twain. She felt the surge of energy explode from all around her as shots were fired, she felt the disturbance as two more men fell to friendly fire. She smiled and moved toward the fire, felt the danger of her actions, but with her blade spinning forth, she heeded not.
The life around her fluttered and recoiled, as if her very presence alone was ending life, after life, unseen in the dark, she spun one way, then the other, her crimson blades cutting through the essence of life she felt, turning life, to disturbance, letting it ripple and settle. She felt someone move nearby, felt his weapon lift up, and she brought her weapon to her side, the barrel connecting with the shaft of her lightsaber, turning it aside, as she threw herself forward, into his arms. He staggered in surprise as she reached up and kissed him, forcefully.
Taken aback, he hesitated, and that hesitation cost him, as she pushed deeper into the Force, pushed her essence of the Dark Side, into the man. And the Force within changed, any balance he thought he had, corroded and decayed. The Dark Side reigned supreme, as the darkness finally faded, the room was full of bodies, as she kissed the final man, dark veins bulging from his face, eyes wide in horror as she altered the flow of his blood stream, poisoning his system with the Force itself. She smiled, breaking the kiss, and let him fall with his brethren. The Dark Side flooded the room, and she embraced it as though it was her lover.
((Force level 6 end))
She slid into position behind the long desk, and reached out with the Force. Reached out and felt for the swirl of dark energy that gave her strength, gave her purpose. She hungered for more of that divine darkness. She couldn't lie, she was addicted to the very essence of the Dark Side of the Force, and she latched onto it. Reaching out to feel the life signs on the other side of that door. The ebb and flow of angry energy, beings coming to do her harm, and she listened. She let the darkness swirl about her, as she reached out on a whim. She felt the lights begin to dim as their energy was pulled from them. The light fading to complete, and pitch blackness.
She savored the dark as she felt through it-- felt danger scream from the door as an explosion rent it inward. And she focused on her darkness, the flash of the explosion lost to the Dark Side of the Force. She reached out to touch the life beyond it, and felt them rush into the darkness. The life was bright and vibrant against her darkness, and it sickened her. The way the Force flowed through them, the light mixing with the dark, and that space between.
She felt the ebb and tide. The way energy cascaded among young, virile muscles. The way the hearts thudded in cruel chests. The stench of warm, decaying meat on their breath. She could feel it, and she grasped at it, felt their nearness as they took up positions around the room, unable to see through the darkness she had created. Her lithe hands wrapped about the long shaft of metal and bone that was sheathed against her thigh, she couldn't see any better than they could, but she had an advantage.
She activated her blades, red energy exploding from both ends, being lost in the sphere of darkness that now consumed the room, forcing her to concentrate on that while she listened to the voices the Force, itself, whispered. Yellow eyes closed to become lost within the medley of chaos that ensued. She listed to the Dark Side, felt the cries of surprise at the sound, felt the surge in the Force as it grew alarmed, but not as a warning to her. No, this was a warning for them. She counted fifteen men, and she felt as their heartbeats picked up, their breath held.
Then their hearts took off as though they were marathon runners, as the first man screamed. She felt for the nearest form of life, and she moved for it, blade spinning about, then she felt the bliss in the Dark Side, as one of the men was cut in twain. She felt the surge of energy explode from all around her as shots were fired, she felt the disturbance as two more men fell to friendly fire. She smiled and moved toward the fire, felt the danger of her actions, but with her blade spinning forth, she heeded not.
The life around her fluttered and recoiled, as if her very presence alone was ending life, after life, unseen in the dark, she spun one way, then the other, her crimson blades cutting through the essence of life she felt, turning life, to disturbance, letting it ripple and settle. She felt someone move nearby, felt his weapon lift up, and she brought her weapon to her side, the barrel connecting with the shaft of her lightsaber, turning it aside, as she threw herself forward, into his arms. He staggered in surprise as she reached up and kissed him, forcefully.
Taken aback, he hesitated, and that hesitation cost him, as she pushed deeper into the Force, pushed her essence of the Dark Side, into the man. And the Force within changed, any balance he thought he had, corroded and decayed. The Dark Side reigned supreme, as the darkness finally faded, the room was full of bodies, as she kissed the final man, dark veins bulging from his face, eyes wide in horror as she altered the flow of his blood stream, poisoning his system with the Force itself. She smiled, breaking the kiss, and let him fall with his brethren. The Dark Side flooded the room, and she embraced it as though it was her lover.
((Force level 6 end))
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Re: Death on the Dance Floor (Training)
((Feed on Darkside - Start))
The sensation of life pulsated within the Dark Side. She could sense the sheer numbers of men who had gathered to stop some wannabe hero. Little did they know, she was not hero material. Far from it. She felt the pulse of danger, warning her as they gathered outside the room, and she reached out. There was more there. She could feel a twinge of anxiousness. She could smell their fear. It was intoxicating. She clung to it, and felt her power tremble. None dared enter after she slaughtered the last wave of foes. They had seen the blood pour from the door, and worry set in.
She giggled as she felt that raw edge of disturbance, their fear distorting the air around them, fear turning to anger for some. Anger at whoever butchered their friends. She released her giggle, letting it bubble forth, and felt the fear spike as she called on the Dark Side, the lights wavering about fifty feet in all directions.
That wasn't the feat she wanted though. She had studied the device she got from Yavin V, learned more about he Sith. Learned that they used emotions to fuel their powers. She already knew how to use her own, but this was the ability to use the anger and fear of another. And now that she could feel it in greater detail, she reached out to grab at it with the power at her finger tips. The Dark Side adhered to it like a magnet. Clung to that which it laid dominion. She touched upon the fear and breathed in. She could feel the strength of the Dark Side in this place, now more than ever.
Reaching out she pulled the darkness around the room, causing a waver in the lights as she tapped into her repertoire, and she focused on it, focused on their fear, focused on turning it to terror. She wrapped spectral fingers around the distortions in the Force, the Dark Side made even more substantial. And she pulled it to her, drank of their fear, felt the surge in her power as she pulled the shadows deeper. Her own rage at the injustices of the galaxy exploding from her fingertips, fuelled by the fear of her foes. The lights winked out as if they were emitting shadow instead of illumination.
The dance floor beyond the door went dark, screams echoed forth. There was the terror. The darkness gobbled it up, calling it to herself, someone kicked a table and fell over it. She felt his pain, that terror sparking forth. Anger a thought of the past, but it lingered. As the yellow eyed figure strode forward, she felt the Dark Side feast on their negative emotions, and through that, the source of her power, made her stronger. Angry red energy exploded from her, as her weapon activated, but through her anger and their fear made the area look as though smoke was rising up, shielding her blades.
Taking a deep breath, she drank it all in, their fear; her anger, mingling. Another giggle, and she felt stronger still.
((Feed on Darkside - End))
The sensation of life pulsated within the Dark Side. She could sense the sheer numbers of men who had gathered to stop some wannabe hero. Little did they know, she was not hero material. Far from it. She felt the pulse of danger, warning her as they gathered outside the room, and she reached out. There was more there. She could feel a twinge of anxiousness. She could smell their fear. It was intoxicating. She clung to it, and felt her power tremble. None dared enter after she slaughtered the last wave of foes. They had seen the blood pour from the door, and worry set in.
She giggled as she felt that raw edge of disturbance, their fear distorting the air around them, fear turning to anger for some. Anger at whoever butchered their friends. She released her giggle, letting it bubble forth, and felt the fear spike as she called on the Dark Side, the lights wavering about fifty feet in all directions.
That wasn't the feat she wanted though. She had studied the device she got from Yavin V, learned more about he Sith. Learned that they used emotions to fuel their powers. She already knew how to use her own, but this was the ability to use the anger and fear of another. And now that she could feel it in greater detail, she reached out to grab at it with the power at her finger tips. The Dark Side adhered to it like a magnet. Clung to that which it laid dominion. She touched upon the fear and breathed in. She could feel the strength of the Dark Side in this place, now more than ever.
Reaching out she pulled the darkness around the room, causing a waver in the lights as she tapped into her repertoire, and she focused on it, focused on their fear, focused on turning it to terror. She wrapped spectral fingers around the distortions in the Force, the Dark Side made even more substantial. And she pulled it to her, drank of their fear, felt the surge in her power as she pulled the shadows deeper. Her own rage at the injustices of the galaxy exploding from her fingertips, fuelled by the fear of her foes. The lights winked out as if they were emitting shadow instead of illumination.
The dance floor beyond the door went dark, screams echoed forth. There was the terror. The darkness gobbled it up, calling it to herself, someone kicked a table and fell over it. She felt his pain, that terror sparking forth. Anger a thought of the past, but it lingered. As the yellow eyed figure strode forward, she felt the Dark Side feast on their negative emotions, and through that, the source of her power, made her stronger. Angry red energy exploded from her, as her weapon activated, but through her anger and their fear made the area look as though smoke was rising up, shielding her blades.
Taking a deep breath, she drank it all in, their fear; her anger, mingling. Another giggle, and she felt stronger still.
((Feed on Darkside - End))
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Re: Death on the Dance Floor (Training)
((Advanced Lightsaber Combat - Start))
She walked into their midst, the darkness moving like smoke around her and her foes. She reached her mind out and felt for the life signs of those fools who dared come for the terror in the dark. Her weapon spun about with a loud hum that, ultimately gave her away, the crimson red becoming visible briefly as she cut through the nearest man, his screams echoing through the dark. Two men were brave enough to turn and fire toward the scream, counting their friend as lost. Reaching into the Force, it wasn't the danger she felt, that was all around her at the moment. No, what she felt was a ripple, a disturbance in the Force, minute and subtle. Easily missed, but she was focused, and found it.
She turned her body about, the blaster bolts singing some of her raven locks, where they fell aside her face. She recoiled, perhaps another time she could expand that sense, but for now, she brought her blade back around, cutting into another figure, feeling the sensations in the Force, she spun again, and again, in the darkness. Physically she was as blind as the others, but through the Force, through the Dark Side, she could see them all. Vibrant and glowing in the darkness she created.
She danced in their midst then, blades moving on either side of her body, screams rising up, blaster bolts blindly firing as she cut and weaved through the sensations she felt. The rise and fall of each man, the disturbance of their death felt through the Force and let the Dark Side grow stronger. A pulse behind her, and she turned, stabbing into the gut of the man coming toward her, ripping the blade through the man, she didn't stop to think, couldn't afford to. Instead, she immersed herself in the Force as her blade rent the men in twain. When the darkness finally faded, she was alone, in a sea of red...
((Advanced Lightsaber Combat - End))
She walked into their midst, the darkness moving like smoke around her and her foes. She reached her mind out and felt for the life signs of those fools who dared come for the terror in the dark. Her weapon spun about with a loud hum that, ultimately gave her away, the crimson red becoming visible briefly as she cut through the nearest man, his screams echoing through the dark. Two men were brave enough to turn and fire toward the scream, counting their friend as lost. Reaching into the Force, it wasn't the danger she felt, that was all around her at the moment. No, what she felt was a ripple, a disturbance in the Force, minute and subtle. Easily missed, but she was focused, and found it.
She turned her body about, the blaster bolts singing some of her raven locks, where they fell aside her face. She recoiled, perhaps another time she could expand that sense, but for now, she brought her blade back around, cutting into another figure, feeling the sensations in the Force, she spun again, and again, in the darkness. Physically she was as blind as the others, but through the Force, through the Dark Side, she could see them all. Vibrant and glowing in the darkness she created.
She danced in their midst then, blades moving on either side of her body, screams rising up, blaster bolts blindly firing as she cut and weaved through the sensations she felt. The rise and fall of each man, the disturbance of their death felt through the Force and let the Dark Side grow stronger. A pulse behind her, and she turned, stabbing into the gut of the man coming toward her, ripping the blade through the man, she didn't stop to think, couldn't afford to. Instead, she immersed herself in the Force as her blade rent the men in twain. When the darkness finally faded, she was alone, in a sea of red...
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Re: Death on the Dance Floor (Training)
((Force level 8 start))
She stood there taking in the carnage, listening through the Force. Feeling the trickle of life, slowly fading. The ripple of beings leaving their bodies and joining the Force itself. She reached into the Dark Side, moving it toward the essences of life that once was, and let it consume. She let out an obscene, satisfied sound, before she moved back into the office to finish getting what she needed. It was a simple affair as she listened to the Force around her, dark, sweet; the epitome of seduction. As she walked from the club, set on leaving before authorities arrived, she let her mind linger on the wonderfulness of the mass grave she had created.
A wicked smile etched onto her features as she strode through the door, and her mind went back to the Sith code that Argus had spoken of. She was learning it to be more and more nonsense.
Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
HA! Her passion was strong, her desire for vengeance, lust for blood. She was as passionate as she was peaceful when it came to killing someone. She found peace in her passion, found joy in the sorrow of others. Peace was no lie, she had obtained it. The Dark Side of the Force was her best friend, her lover. She felt it all around her, wrapping her in a seductive embrace she yearned for. The rest of the code she could agree with, but to say peace was a lie was just foolishness.
Through passion, I gain strength.
She could feel that to be true, her passion helped her grow, made her stronger. She was unsurpassed by her peers, and those who were stronger than she was in the Force had already fallen to her blades before. The Sith thought they held the monopoly on it, but she focused on her emotions, let them grow within her, her yellow gaze falling on one figure, who had halted three feet in front of her. Eyes locked, two men stood at his side, moved to intercept... the owner of the club come to finish things, arrived a bit late.
Desade broke into a sprint toward him, causing him to stumble backwards as the two men moved forward, and her blade reactivated, sending out two blasts of crimson energy as she delved into the Force again. She felt their calm energy, their rage, and she drank of it once more.
She felt his fear, and she giggled, giving the two men pause as she guided her blade through the stomachs. They let out groans of pain, and fell, the man ran. Desade pursued, lost in the Force.
Through strength I gain power.
She felt the power bubble in her veins, the strength of her connection. A connection that moved into her legs, she could feel the blood pumping, a chance, one day, perhaps, to learn to increase her speed? Her ability to cover greater distances with a leap? Something to look into.
For now, she threw her blade forward, sending it spinning out, it hissed as it struck the wall, leaving angry red lines every time a part of the blade touched durasteel. The man turned and fell backwards onto his backside, and Desade found herself standing over the man. The man scrambled, grabbing for something he could use... and a scream emanated from his lips. She sensed the pain before he did, and she surged forward, her foot connected with his mouth to silence him.
The object he had found, had been the still active staff she had thrown wildly, where it had fallen. His hand had landed on the blade itself. His head snapped back, and she felt the panic, and she drank of it.
Through power, I gain victory.
How many losses had she suffered? At the beginning, so many-- but now she had the Force-- no, she had the Dark Side. Her victories had turned to many. And it'd only grow, as she dropped on top of the man, straddling him she grasped his face, and hushed him, reaching down to take his injured hand, she kissed it, then looked toward him, the man's fear spiked. She savored it, then she moved to grasp his head, and kissed him, heatedly.
The Dark Side surged from her, and embraced her target, he tried to scream again as the blood in his veins moved in the wrong direction, as blood vessels ruptured. She poured all her anger, all her own pain into the man before her as blue veins began to form. One of her hands dropped, and grasped the shaft of her weapon, deactivating the blade briefly, she lifted it as she stood, bringing the blade back on, letting a single blade extend, breaking her kiss. The man's face, twisted in agony, left his body, attached to his head still-- she smiled, deactivated her blade, and calmly walked away.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
((Force level 8 - end))
She stood there taking in the carnage, listening through the Force. Feeling the trickle of life, slowly fading. The ripple of beings leaving their bodies and joining the Force itself. She reached into the Dark Side, moving it toward the essences of life that once was, and let it consume. She let out an obscene, satisfied sound, before she moved back into the office to finish getting what she needed. It was a simple affair as she listened to the Force around her, dark, sweet; the epitome of seduction. As she walked from the club, set on leaving before authorities arrived, she let her mind linger on the wonderfulness of the mass grave she had created.
A wicked smile etched onto her features as she strode through the door, and her mind went back to the Sith code that Argus had spoken of. She was learning it to be more and more nonsense.
Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
HA! Her passion was strong, her desire for vengeance, lust for blood. She was as passionate as she was peaceful when it came to killing someone. She found peace in her passion, found joy in the sorrow of others. Peace was no lie, she had obtained it. The Dark Side of the Force was her best friend, her lover. She felt it all around her, wrapping her in a seductive embrace she yearned for. The rest of the code she could agree with, but to say peace was a lie was just foolishness.
Through passion, I gain strength.
She could feel that to be true, her passion helped her grow, made her stronger. She was unsurpassed by her peers, and those who were stronger than she was in the Force had already fallen to her blades before. The Sith thought they held the monopoly on it, but she focused on her emotions, let them grow within her, her yellow gaze falling on one figure, who had halted three feet in front of her. Eyes locked, two men stood at his side, moved to intercept... the owner of the club come to finish things, arrived a bit late.
Desade broke into a sprint toward him, causing him to stumble backwards as the two men moved forward, and her blade reactivated, sending out two blasts of crimson energy as she delved into the Force again. She felt their calm energy, their rage, and she drank of it once more.
She felt his fear, and she giggled, giving the two men pause as she guided her blade through the stomachs. They let out groans of pain, and fell, the man ran. Desade pursued, lost in the Force.
Through strength I gain power.
She felt the power bubble in her veins, the strength of her connection. A connection that moved into her legs, she could feel the blood pumping, a chance, one day, perhaps, to learn to increase her speed? Her ability to cover greater distances with a leap? Something to look into.
For now, she threw her blade forward, sending it spinning out, it hissed as it struck the wall, leaving angry red lines every time a part of the blade touched durasteel. The man turned and fell backwards onto his backside, and Desade found herself standing over the man. The man scrambled, grabbing for something he could use... and a scream emanated from his lips. She sensed the pain before he did, and she surged forward, her foot connected with his mouth to silence him.
The object he had found, had been the still active staff she had thrown wildly, where it had fallen. His hand had landed on the blade itself. His head snapped back, and she felt the panic, and she drank of it.
Through power, I gain victory.
How many losses had she suffered? At the beginning, so many-- but now she had the Force-- no, she had the Dark Side. Her victories had turned to many. And it'd only grow, as she dropped on top of the man, straddling him she grasped his face, and hushed him, reaching down to take his injured hand, she kissed it, then looked toward him, the man's fear spiked. She savored it, then she moved to grasp his head, and kissed him, heatedly.
The Dark Side surged from her, and embraced her target, he tried to scream again as the blood in his veins moved in the wrong direction, as blood vessels ruptured. She poured all her anger, all her own pain into the man before her as blue veins began to form. One of her hands dropped, and grasped the shaft of her weapon, deactivating the blade briefly, she lifted it as she stood, bringing the blade back on, letting a single blade extend, breaking her kiss. The man's face, twisted in agony, left his body, attached to his head still-- she smiled, deactivated her blade, and calmly walked away.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
((Force level 8 - end))