Assimilation

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A beach sprawled far on Kesh and welcomed the trespassing feet of a lost Jedi. Perched on a rock above crashing waves, Vereshin watched him idly.
Brown robes blending with the hue of the white sand, the lone man trudged onward in unknown pursuit. Rising from his seat, the dark sorcerer smoothed out the front of his robes. Black silk folded over his shoulders and splayed into billowing skirts. They stood at antipodes, light and dark against a backdrop of solemn grey. Dissipating the light surrounding his form, Vereshin vanished from the eye.

Prey came early tonight.

Opaque spoke lilted and sprawled over white sand. Watching the Jedi from his faceless visage, the man began to settle down beneath the grassy bank meeting the sand. Procuring bread wrapped in cloth, Vereshin moved towards the resting man and placed it behind him. Sliding away through the grass, he returned to his perch and continued to watch. Seeping across the desolate beach, the dark miasma gathered before ebbing waves where the Jedi rested.

"You look lost, Jedi." A voice, ethereal and otherworldly projected into his mind. Invisible to the naked eye, Vereshin stood barely four meters away."Where are you going? I am curious." The voice lulled and Vereshin continued his leisurely stroll above the bank. Hues morphed icily beyond glassy foreground, the lights of a nearby town illuminated grey from a small town beyond the beach.

"I have a home which is heated, if you'd rather not stay out in the cold." Tapping into his mind, Vereshin calmed the weary Jedi and lured him into his hold. Slowly draining his energy, he rendered him into a state of exhaustion and made him too desperate too refuse.
 

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He felt lost. But he needed to feel that way to find what was lost. He had spent years looking for his daughter, Leira (@Queen ) but was starting to fear the worst. His quest had led him to Kesh. Like a good jedi, he was trusting his "instincts" and it lead to him walking aimlessly down a beach.

Sighing, Tarnit stopped to rest and center himself... But rest illuded him, and was replaced with a voice that wasn't his. It felt... calm, yet somehow dangerous. For some reason, Tarnit replied, "I'm looking for someone... and yes I am lost." A wave of exhaustion fell over the unexpecting Jedi as he shivered... warmth sounded good.

"....Yes.... That would be nice. I would like company." The vagabond Master stood looking around for a home or for guidance.

@Marf
 
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