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[Vayla Mirana]

Spoiler: Music OOC (Recurring)

An instant later, having reality burn into her vision as a black lightsaber, the irony wasn’t so lost on her. Whatever this creature was, it took his black blade to unite red and blue as his two blades took on two.

Whether adjusting his swing to intercept the Sith’s blade attacking his knees, slashing at the Jedi from shoulder to hip, his focus was split but his maneuvers were basic enough as he stepped backward to force his opponents closer toward him.

Whatever his intentions, amid his movements the Abomination unfurled fingers from both hilts and opened them toward both opponents so that, as lightsabers might clash, a Force Push would send the Jedi and the Sith staggering back.

As that happened, the lights in the chamber came on, every light at once, so that the sudden brightness blinded the Jedi’s lights.

The Mad Rat

Or maybe it was this voice in her mind, of some man. The Force curled around her and she was pushed backward. She staggered but maintained her footing some feet away.

Whatever happened with Cheriss, the Weapon attempted to step backward toward a door to a corridor. At his flanks were metallic contraptions, a tank in some kind of container, creating a narrow passage that would force either Vayla or Cheriss to take him on one at a time.

Or circle to his back and pin him in, but Vayla had a feeling of what he might do if he saw either the Sith or the Jedi leave his line of sight.

The lights went off again in seconds.

On again.

Off again.

@Sicadorito (@Cheriss Ktrame)

 

[Quin Leonkri]

Who are you? So asked the voice in his mind. I'm Quin. Who are you?

There was no response. Instead, the voice said to open his eyes. Had the lights come on? Quin opened them to see. Ahead of him he saw a rectangle, one that was dark. He did trust the Force, but he felt nothing calling to him now. What did was his own curiosity. The allure of the in between. He approached, walked closer, then stopped as the lights went off.

Find the right side up.

Was it possible when he was in the upside down? Everything here was twisted, turned around, wrong side down. Ahead of him was now a rectangle of light, and he moved closer. He wanted answers.

Or be doomed to repeat your failures over and over again in this upside down chamber.

Quin had already repeated enough of his failures, and that only spurred him on. He reached the rectangle and extended a hand as the lights went on, off, and on again, as the rectangle went from dark, light, to dark. Always the opposite. There was always balance, as there always would be in the in between.

He placed his hand against it… if he could.

@Die Shize

 

[The Storyteller]

In A Maze
Leh'Min'Ayd
Quin Leonkri

Spoiler

He placed his hand against it… if he could.

He placed his hand against it…and it opened.

When the rectangle was bright.
When the light was right.
As the lights went off.
As dark is wrong.

Below as above, Quin opened a door and stepped into a corridor. He had done so before. Only he was with Vayla when they both entered the corridor that took them to the chamber called In Between.

Unlike that corridor, with its pristine metallic sheen across the walls and ceiling, the floor beneath Quin’s feet at the moment was rather different.

It was dirtied and stained to say the very least. One spot looked like an egg, white and yellow and yolk, while the rest looked like animal hide, though the whole corridor carried the scents that reminded one of rotten eggs and animal carcasses.

If the Jedi looked left or right he would find stains on the walls. Red stains. Brown stains. Here the metal was rusty, as if this entire facility had suddenly been neglected for centuries.

Or was that blood? Was that merely the odor of blood that had gone the way of rust?

Whatever it was, he would notice doors on either side of this corridor. Was that the same as before on his way to Leh’Min’Ayd’s chamber? Were there even doors in that corridor? Vayla might likely remember no. Then again, there was more than one corridor leading to that central chamber.

Perhaps, though, Quin might remark that this environment was drastically different. Obvious? Ominous? Might be, but Jedi don’t focus on being frightened.

Even if they hear naked moans in the darkness dead ahead, where shadows between it and light give way, and a voice breaks from the void, both alive and dead, and not just in a boy’s head.

“I know they aren’t dead.”

The voice said. Feminine, and as if in a conversation at breakfast.

“I’ll get you back to the stairs. You’ll be safe there.”

It was distant, coming from the void further down the corridor, breaking the silence of a hallway gone to hell with only air like static, or like wind in a well.

“Jedi don’t just take children.”

Lines delivered by a woman. Sounded Human. Sounded human. It was up to Quin to determine if she was or wasn’t.

Because, in the end, people believed what they wanted.

“Even though the monsters were behind you.”

Closer, came her words, then her figure.

“It’s what a Jedi would do.”

A lonely, lonely voice.

Emerging from the void.

“Right, Jedi Boy?”

Who are you?

@Sicadorito (@Quin Leonkri)

 

[Cheriss Ktrame]

Despite its poor position, the abomination managed to gain his footing back. A Force push sent both Jedi and Sith back, resulting in yet another stalemate. What was worse was the lights suddenly turning on. Cheriss’ vision went fully white, and she instinctively lifted her hand in an attempt to shield her eyes.

As they adjusted, however, she could make out the silhouette of their opponent. He was moving… backwards? The two contraptions at either side soon caught her eye. Tanks. Containers. Both?

Either way, the abomination apparently didn’t want to fight them both at the same time, instead waiting in his corridor like some kind of burrowing spider. Cheriss didn’t blame him. However, she was fairly certain that neither she nor Vayla wanted to fight the monster alone, so she turned her attention to one of the tanks beside him instead.

Curling her fingers and focusing the Force, Cheriss kept her distance and attempted to pull down the container to his left so that it would collapse onto the abomination’s head. If the container wasn’t tall enough, she would simply slam it to the right instead. The effect, if he did nothing, would be the same— what was previously an abomination would then become an unceremonious splat.

The lights turned off, then on, then off. More problems. Though she wasn’t able to see what she was doing, Cheriss hoped that she and Vayla would be done with that one so that the Sith could deal with the many other things that were wrong about this place.

@Die Shize

 

[Vayla Mirana]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Something seemed wrong the moment the Abomination did something as he created distance between him and his opponents.

He took another step, yet just then he seemed to stagger, as if lowering to a knee. It was as if the building had quaked, or the light and dark was blinding to him, maybe.

Whatever it was, it was Vayla’s moment as much as Cheriss’, as much as their opponent’s. Whatever the monster was luring them toward, the Shadow stepped away just as the Sith curled her fingers.

The container hissed as it lifted, as if defiant, but it did not resist Cheriss. As Vayla dashed past the other container to flank her opponent, she heard a metallic crash, then nothing, and arrived behind the creature.

Only it wasn’t there. Only the overturned container was there and, large and heavy as it was, it wouldn’t take much to lift it and see whatever had become of whoever had been trapped beneath.

Just then, doors opened, as surely as that one container had crashed and apparently landed on that monster. As for the other container beside Vayla, it opened to her, and something emerged.

Vayla knew what it was as she gazed at its face from behind the blue light of her lightsaber’s blade. In that instant, that glimpse, she pinned it on the image from that computer in the office.

In the database that had flashed with all sorts of creatures and monsters, abominations and Weapons; some as one, others as units.

“Cheriss.”

Vayla hissed the moment her new opponent turned to her.

“Hybrids.”

@Sicadorito (@Cheriss Ktrame)

 

[Cul Laaster]

Spoiler: Music OOC (Recurring)

The Jedi, Sith and Weapon fought as the Pyke watched and listened with one eye on the machine and one eye on those three.

This feud between Director Qybert and Doctor Brian evidently became a game of cat and mouse; two sleuths in a race to break the bounds of time and space.

Qybert left a note that Brian had acquired spice, given it to a Padawan named Taco, but this was time ago and it was inferior spice. Mine isn’t.

One way or the other, Cul Laaster was going to get his. As lightsabers waged onward, the Pyke quietly spied his eyes on spice within the Black Kite as described in the computer.

Spice. Kite. Spice…Killiks?

What was this? Encrypted.

Kriff it. Move along. He did.

Project on various species to be collected.

Gamorreans. Kordans. Ewoks. Chevins..?

Crystals project. Found in mountains on this moon.

Spero Station…outside Gravenell City…in between the city and the mountains.

Spice. Kite. What was the connection? That path was encrypted and the Pyke had no time to try to bypass it with his devices and experience. Cul Laaster was a spicer, not a slicer, damn it.

He needed answers. He needed keys to unlock secrets. Names. Maps. He needed to know what was beneath this floor.

Given the type of moon, one could go as deep as the imagination permitted without disrupting something too vicious.
That meant a potential underground network between the mountains and this station. That further meant—

Hybrids.

That’s what the Pyke spied as he looked up just then at the Jedi and the Sith and their opponents.

Map. Find the layout of this place. His hands danced. A floor beneath. Floors. Doors. Hatches. Elevators.

Now all the Pyke had to do was get those elevator doors open without being seen in between those shadows.

Join us.

While trying to ignore the voice inside his mind.

@Sicadorito (@Cheriss Ktrame)

 

[Quin Leonkri]

Quin stopped in his tracks the second he saw the corridor in front of him.

It was completely unlike everything he’d seen so far in Spero Station. In fact, for a second he even doubted if he was still here. The floor was rusted, splotched in white, yellow, and brown, and the walls weren’t much better. There were stains all over them.

Not to mention the whole room smelled horrid. As if Spero Station was decaying from the inside out. A twisted version of that dungeon. The rotten core of the heart of darkness itself.

Wrinkling his nose, Quin stepped into the hallway. He did so slowly, as if taking one wrong step might lead to the whole corridor collapsing. He saw doors on either side of the hall, though he didn’t want to open them just yet. He held his lightsaber hilt tightly in his grip, for security and to comfort his racing heart.

It didn’t help when he heard sounds coming from ahead. Moans. A voice. Female. Saying things that sounded awfully familiar.

“Who are you?” He tried to interrupt, but she continued talking anyway. The Jedi ignited his blade, and he stood his ground when her figure appeared in front of him.

Who are you? This wasn’t Lemon.

“WHO ARE YOU?” Quin asked again, louder this time. He held his grip tight.

@Die Shize

 

[The Storyteller]

Spoiler: Music OOC

It has a green blade.
It has a green blade.

She walks forward, though he probably thinks her to be an it, given her appearance, whereas everything is an it, in reality, including him, including kids and women.

Reality?
Fantasy.

She didn’t run. Had no need to run. Had high heels anyway, shaped like blades, black as her lips, if bloodstained.

A corset, a dress, a necklace of blades and keys and things, a hood over a head of blonde hair, golden eyes, lips spreading wide.

“WHO ARE YOU?”

It asked again.
Louder this time.
Naked voice of dread.
We drink it like fine wine.

“Who are you?”

She repeated the question, walking along, stopping at a healthy distance, smiling, head tilted.

“Did you open the door when the chamber was dark or when the chamber was bright?”

Head tilt to the other side.

“When the light was on or the light was off?”

She hovered her foot as if to take a step.

“When the stars are right or when the stars are wrong?”

Choker on her neck, red.
Choke her to death, then.
Black tattoo on forehead.
Yes. Off with their heads.

She stepped.

“You alright?”

Fingers drumming on her hips.
It hasn't yet asked that question.
It doesn't know what exists within.
Thumb and forefinger into a -click-

No weapon between her fingers.
Apparently she has no lightsaber.
Slim fingers, pale as a lady's face.
White, but as pallid as moonlight.

“I’m only a transmission away if you ever need me.”

Stepped again, closer to Quin, closer.

@Sicadorito (@Quin Leonkri)

 

[Cheriss Ktrame]

The container fell, but Cheriss didn’t hear a splat. She didn’t see anything either, thanks to the room being once again bathed in darkness. Instead, all she knew was that the container had fallen, and that something was moving nearby. Something that seemed to glow.

Then she realized that she was seeing two things there. Two zombie-like creatures, all flesh and no skin, blue light emanating from crystals that glowed both inside and outside of their bodies. One of them had its eyes fixed on the Jedi, and the other on the Sith. Two more monsters. For abominations that had the build of a skeleton, they seemed surprisingly agile.

“Hybrids,” Vayla called them, and Cheriss’ thoughts went back to those empty, sterilized cells with the dented bars and broken glass. They wouldn’t linger there for long before one of them rushed at her and the other at the Jedi. Almost… synchronized.

Wielding her blade with one hand, Cheriss swung it downwards and kept her other back and ready just in case the hybrid tried anything. She’d already fought Jedi and a monster, and she wasn’t about to let these things stand in her way this time.

@Die Shize

 

[Vayla Mirana]

Spoiler: Music OOC (Recurring)

Whatever Cheriss thought, she need not be Sith, neither Vayla Jedi, for both women to understand each other. They didn’t even need to see one another’s face at that moment to detect what must be in the expression. No telepathy for this.

We have to kill it.

Hybrids. What had the database claimed on them again? Wasn’t much, but better yet it wasn’t enough for Vayla to uncover in the time and freedom she had been given with no permission in that archives office.

They were, for all intents and purposes, created to be killing machines. The way this thing, this beast, this Human-Something-Species-Hybrid, looked and moved to the Pantoran was as uncanny as unsettling—if yet as revealing as revolting.

This entity, this creature, was the amalgamation of flesh and bone, blood and muscle, and crystal and otherwise; whatever the extent of experiments and purpose of the lattices proved to be as found within these mountains on this moon.

No. More than that. And maybe then was the moment for telepathy; for the Jedi to inform the Sith that this Hybrid was no mere entity. Force—

She couldn’t even finish the thought before the Hybrid bolted toward her. Fine. This thing wanted to fight a Jedi Knight? Little did it know the power that burned in the sun’s shadows.

Wielding her blade with one hand, Vayla swung it downwards and kept her other back and ready just in case the hybrid tried anything. It did.

The moment she swung, her opponent dashed aside but not in reaction. It was as if it had expected it. Predicted the movement. Then it twisted, weaponless if with two fists, and punched toward the Jedi’s ribs.

She shifted at the right instant, if with surprise, narrowly evading the fist just in time to spy a second fist soar toward her solar plexus. Her opponent was quick. This Hybrid was…different.

@Sicadorito (@Cheriss Ktrame)

 

[Quin Leonkri]

The monster, the zombie, the woman, whatever or whoever this thing was, stopped a few feet in front of him. Somehow that made Quin’s muscles tighten even more. He didn’t know what to expect. She could lash out at any moment, and who knew if she had a concealed blade? Even her heels were shaped like blades.

Instead, she spoke.

The Jedi didn’t answer her questions out loud. He stood still where he was, his blade shielding him from her, yet he wondered what his response would be. He didn’t know if he had opened it when it was dark or light. When the lights were on or off. Whether he was alright.

She stepped forward, and he stepped back. How did she know the words he’d said so long ago, words that he’d almost forgotten himself? Was she in his head? Was this all in his head?

But the sounds, the sights, and the smells were too real for this to be a nightmare. She took another step forward, and he took another step back. He was almost back against the door. He hoped that it wasn’t shut, but he couldn’t look since his eyes were locked on her.

“You know who I am,” Quin said. His voice was surprisingly steady. “How?”

@Die Shize

 

[The Storyteller]

In A Maze
Leh'Min'Ayd
Quin Leonkri

Spoiler: Music OOC

“You know who I am. How?”

She took another step forward.
He takes another step backward.

Clearly he was backing toward the door as much as away from her.
Unfortunately if he were to turn he would see only the closed door.
Merely opening it might work unless it was locked quite like before.
Fortunately he can still breathe, see and think—for better or worse.

“Who are you?”

She spoke further. Maybe he would swing at her as she came closer.
Maybe he could strike her down so that she would fall onto the floor.
He was a Jedi Knight, after all, he knew how to fight, even knew war.
Is this who he is? Just some little man with his little green lightsaber?

“Speak truth.”

Only feet away from being in range of that emerald blazoned blade.
Humming in the darkness, in the dimness, in his world gone insane.
Running away, maybe that was his option, trying to hide, or escape.
Whatever his answer or what he did, green glow illuminates a face.

“Mmmmmmm!”

Those yellow eyes glowing wide on the other side of that green light.
Might be the time that her opponent decides to swing his sword high.
Or low or in a cross or not. Maybe he backs away—forgoes the fight.
Either way, coming to his blade, she suddenly spun to his other side.

While pulling a free hand backward so that her target may collapse.
Force would curl around the man’s lower legs, never mind his hands.
They were busy tightly gripping his lightsaber and might not defend.
On his back, she’d hover over him, assuming her trick was a success.

With a sickle in her other hand, with a real blade unlike her black heels.
Insects flying out of her dress, hem and breast; fly-like, wasp-like bugs.

“Man blood!”

@Sicadorito (@Quin Leonkri)

 

[Cheriss Ktrame]

This was no ordinary opponent. Where the abomination had strength, the hybrids had speed, and that at the very least. Her opponent avoided Cheriss’ blade with ease, turning its body to one side so that the lightsaber went down behind its back.

However Vayla was doing, Cheriss didn’t have time to get even a glimpse of the Jedi when the hybrid clenched its fingers into a fist and punched toward her abdomen. It was so quick that all she could do was take a step backwards a moment before the attack would have landed. If she hadn’t been able to sense its intent slightly beforehand, it would have surely been a crippling blow. It was almost as if it had been Force-enhanced.

That was when the Sith saw a kick aimed at her legs. She was able to move one foot back again, but the hybrid managed to hit the other with such force that it didn’t make a difference if she hadn’t stepped. Cheriss staggered back, and her opponent was on her in an instant.

With two open hands, it grabbed onto the Sith’s shoulders and shoved her back, this time fully knocking her down to the ground. With the hybrid’s twisted, snarling face just inches from her own and its hands pinning her to the floor with unnatural strength, Cheriss realized that this was not going to end well if she didn’t do something fast. So she twisted her sword arm and tried to put her blade in between herself and her opponent. Unfortunately, the hybrid seemed to have predicted that too and knocked her hilt out of her hand, sending it skidding over to the Jedi and her opponent.

“Vayla—” Cheriss tried to get the other woman’s attention, but she was cut short as the hybrid aimed another punch at her head. The only thing she could do was grab its forearm before it landed and hope that the Jedi was in a better situation than she was.

@Die Shize

 

[Vayla Mirana]

Spoiler: Music OOC (Recurring)

Had Vayla detected the presence earlier, the signature, she wouldn’t have been caught so off guard. However, within this chamber, the Force around her own nature had since proven to be treacherous; whatever the source of this strange power that probably permeated the entire facility.

No time to think, however. Only act. React. She missed the punch to her ribs but suddenly the second punch connected with her solar plexus. Mostly. The Knight turned as the hit arrived, minimizing the impact, but was knocked backward. Energy was wrapped in the creature’s hand and it did what its fist didn’t.

Shoved back, Vayla landed against an object with her back as the creature came toward her, advancing quickly. Pain.

It was the first word that popped into the Jedi’s mind. There was pain in even those lifeless eyes of this Hybrid, this twisted thing, as if it was just acting on instinct but otherwise as if it didn’t want to…be.

Something metallic sounded out from the floor just then as the Knight spotted a lightsaber rolling toward her, but hers was still in her fist.

“Vayla—”

“Cheriss..?”

Fortunately the Sith’s weapon had also distracted the Hybrid. Do it! The Jedi did. As her opponent looked down, tilting its head at the instrument on the ground, the Knight tore forward, leftward, swinging her sword at the same time.

She aimed high, for the neck, but maybe it was her enemy’s sense or the threat of death from the hum of the blade as it suddenly turned her way. The Hybrid’s hand attempted to deflect the Jedi’s weapon in a movement evident of tutaminis.

It proved to be effective but not entirely. The blade was pushed away from Hybrid’s neck to cleave through its malformed flesh instead, taking its arm off from the shoulder. It didn’t scream but Vayla wasn’t listening.

“CHERISS!”

With that, a lightsaber was thrown by the Shadow for the Sith to catch and ignite a red blade in the next instant.

@Sicadorito (@Cheriss Ktrame)

 

[Quin Leonkri]

The figure inched closer. Still speaking. Monster. There were so many in the galaxy. Sith, Cyrus, and now… this woman with the yellow eyes. But that was why there were Jedi. They were a light in the dark. A source of good when there was only evil as far as the eye could see.

He would destroy this monster.

Already expecting an attack, Quin turned with the woman as she spun to his other side. That step or two saved him from falling over as he felt the Force tug at his lower legs, instead leaving him facing her still on his two feet. He saw the sickle in her grip, and he knew exactly how he wanted to counter it.

However, he wasn’t prepared for the woman to suddenly release a swarm of bugs out of her dress.

As the swarm engulfed his vision with a sea of black and attacked his ears with thunderous buzzing, Quin could only step back again instinctively. That didn’t change the fact that he was practically cornered and that the sickle was still there, however, and the Jedi instead gathered the Force around him and sent a blast in her direction. He couldn’t see, but it would hopefully push the majority of the bugs away and take her with it.

@Die Shize

 

[The Storyteller]

In A Maze
Leh'Min'Ayd
Quin Leonkri

Spoiler: Music OOC (Recurring)

It pushes forth, its hand wrapped in the Force, as it advances and ambushes its target.
Its target is a woman. The woman with yellow eyes. What else has yellow eyes? A Sith.
What is It? It is a man. No, a boy who thinks he is a man. Green blade. Sword of the Jedi.
Maybe she was Jedi once. Maybe she is in between it and Sith. Maybe this is in his mind.

Either way, his blade beside, he cast his hand and made her fly backwards in the hallway.
Blasted back, she danced, those stiletto heels click-clacking rapidly to regain her balance.
In those instants he could hear it, no mistake, that quake of her laughing, as if in madness.
Tip-tap. Click-clack. Surrounded in a swarm of insects, violently flying, cackling all the way.

“Hm.”

She landed with her back against a wall, her familiars veiling her face, cradling her in place.

“Such a handsome face.”

It didn’t listen. What is It? It isn’t wanton. It wants it. Wants it. WANTS IT. It is brave in our cave.

“Behave!”

Suddenly her winged beauties soared toward her target in an apparent attempt to distract him.

“A healthy man’s blood…”

Walking toward him, her insects would web together to envelop him in a dark side energy mesh.

“Mmm…”

Her hand kept up, tasting the steel of her sickle with her tongue, her net would sap his strength.
Her focus was yet not to sever his connection to the Force but instead to dominate and satiate.

“I can wait!”

@Sicadorito (@Quin Leonkri)

 

[Cheriss Ktrame]

With the creature still in her face, Cheriss couldn’t spare even a glance at Vayla to check if the Jedi had heard her. Instead, the Sith focused her attention on her hybrid. Even if one of its hands was pressed on her shoulder, the other was still in Cheriss’ grip. That gave her leverage. A sudden push of her arm and a little help from her legs reversed the situation, now placing her on top of her opponent.

That, and the lightsaber that came her way as the Jedi called her name, was enough to put a smirk back on the Sith’s face. The blade ignited in her grip the moment she caught it, and she arced it downwards at the hybrid’s neck. Though it attempted to stop her by reaching out for her arm like she had done earlier, it was too late. The blade sliced clean through its neck, severing its head from its body. The arm in the air fell limp before it flopped down to the floor. Cheriss let go of the other, letting that one do the same.

The Sith stood back up then, stepping over the corpse of the hybrid before finally looking over at Vayla. The Jedi’s opponent was missing a limb, Cheriss noticed, but it didn’t seem to feel any pain. It hadn’t even screamed.

What were these things?

They might be able to find out once they were dead. So, as the creature lashed out with its remaining arm at the Jedi, Cheriss aimed to thrust her lightsaber directly into its back.

@Die Shize

 

[Vayla Mirana]

Spoiler: Music OOC (Recurring)

She didn’t even sense Cheriss’ opponent as it left existence, just witnessed the Sith move into position amid the sudden emptiness of their environment.

Where once it was filled with the sensation of a darkness trapped in the light, some kind of feeling in between by a power unseen, Vayla felt nothing. Only pity. For these beasts. As her opponent senselessly turned to her with its remaining fist lifted to attack with.

What is this? It was a question that deserved an answer but, for the moment, the Jedi had no time to theorize. Whirling her weapon, not in a flourish for flaunting but as a distraction given this thing seemed to be taken to light, it had bought her a sliver of time.

Whether it was needed remained to be seen as the Sith appeared from behind. The Hybrid looked between the Jedi’s lightsaber to her at the very moment that a red blade entered its back, and a blue blade pierced its chest, silencing whatever breath it had left.

Vayla ripped her sword from the body. It dropped in a heap. Motionless. Lifeless. No, it was that to begin with. What were these things? Cheriss likely had as many answers as Vayla did—little and less.

“Thanks,” the Knight afforded, neither hesitant nor simplistic. This was no longer the time for Sith and Jedi. There were other things at work in this facility if these Hybrids and that Abomination were anything to go by.

Abomination.

She was reminded.

“Where is it?” She looked left, looked right. “Where is the Weapon?”

@Sicadorito (@Cheriss Ktrame)

 

[Quin Leonkri]

When his push worked and sent the woman and her insects to the other end of the corridor, Quin took the moment to gather himself. He readjusted his grip and advanced a little bit as she spoke again. Somehow a compliment from her made him feel more uncomfortable than when she had been trying to be creepy.

“You wouldn’t look so bad yourself if you took a shower,” he quipped back. Evidently she hadn’t taken it well, because then the insects swarmed back around him. These were no ordinary bugs, however. They gave off some kind of energy, or rather, they seemed to absorb his. Goosebumps rose on his skin, as they always did when he felt the dark side, and Quin knew he had to do something or be consumed by it.

This time, instead of a powerful blast, Quin created a more consistent barrier. Extending his hand, he pushed back at the swarm with the Force, preventing them from getting close to his person. He wouldn’t be overwhelmed like last time.

“Lady,” he said through gritted teeth as he began pushing to expand the barrier, “you’ll be waiting a long time.”

@Die Shize

 

[The Storyteller]

In A Maze
Leh'Min'Ayd
Quin Leonkri

Spoiler: Music OOC (Recurring)

I can wait. Sometimes words just enter her mind and she doesn’t even know why.
I am pain. That time, instead of a powerful blast, It created this consistent barrier.
It extends its hand. The swarm is pushed back. Quiet. But loud as they take flight.
Its presence is in the present. Is it? What tense is in between? They like to ask her.

“Impertinent man!”

IMPOTENT.

She pushed back.

INSOLENT.

Still with one hand.

“Long have I waited.”

Even dead women grin.

Her swarm is like a black cloud in this cosmos of chaos, this darkened corridor.
Whether she is a Weapon. Is it a woman? Undead. Or in between just like before.
He will really feel reality as a few of her winged beauties break away for his knees.
Still moving forward, hand still up in the Force, they would bite with poisoned sting.

“Resistance is futile.”

Soon she’ll swing her sickle.

"WHO ARE YOU?"

@Sicadorito (@Quin Leonkri)