Social/RP thread? Open to all.

[Intratec]

"Actually," Ayindri began as her Teacher made is move, for her part the little Sith and moved swiftly, a little too swiftly to disengage herself from leaning against him. The habitual meek and pretty doll exterior often hid so much. "King Adas was the First Dark Lord, and Sith'ari." For her part, she seemed unperturbed by Eris' appearance. Being of the superior halves of the Sith castes, Kissai and Massassi afforded her enhanced senses. She had merely stared in the direction Eris had spoken from. The scent of a human had been there, but to spread to pinpoint.

"Teacher, I mentioned the Kaggath to him. If he is truly of Sith ancestry, he'd know of it. It means we fight. To the death, or ultimate scorn or shame of the other. Using our armies and fleets, we can set the scale from a simple room as this, to the galaxy as a whole." She smiled again before her slippered feet hit the ground, she was gone. Vecna had, know of how quick and agile his apprentice was. Eris would find a companion on the sofa. She sniffed delicately at the air. This Pureblood did not give off arrogance or pride despite her declaration, no, instead she seemed elusive. But not without a polite demeanor. "I often find it more agreeable to let my Teacher be greedy in this instance. However, if the lumbering oaf answers my challenge, well, I suppose I will have to agree to disagree with my teacher on how he dies." Her lips turned upward into a coy smile. "Ah, yet I forgot my manners, I am Ayindri Za'til. Apprenticed to our mutual acquaintance, Vecna. Speaking of..."she gave the barest tilt of her head to Eris, extending her left hand with their obsidian black nails, to which if she took it would get a peek at the metal of a Lanvarok there. "Now, if only we had tea. . ." muttering as she checked her Transpariwatch. With a dejected sigh, she pulled forth a small, incredibly ancient book bound in the tanned hide of either a Sith or Human and began to read. Inked in blood, the text was Sith, truly ancient Sith. Yet with almost a velvet touch, the page turned of its own accord, a test of skill of her telekinetic aptitude when it came to the care of such a precious book on Alchemy.

"Well Crosis, I am waiting. Either answer the challenge of the Kaggath or do not. If you do not a Darth sits beside me and will know of your refusal."

The nonchalant nature, the reading and calling for a challenge so ancient barely any Sith in this day and age knew its meaning. . . Either she was bluffing in being able to defeat him, or she truly was more than the dainty little doll in airy robes seated beside Eris. Yet there was one tell-tale hint. She hadn't blustered with chest puffed out in regard to her strength and power.

 

[Elijah Brockway]

"Mmm, not in the sense of what the term means nowadays, which is how I was referring to it," Tsisaar replied to Ayindri. "Though you're certainly not wrong, either." He watched as Ayindri danced away, finding somewhere else to be and someone else to talk to, and then Tsisaar turned his attention to what was currently happening with Alphonse and Vecna. And watching to see how Crosis might react to it.

For a moment he contemplated telling Crosis that he should just hold his tongue, shake his head, bow to Vecna and then retreat to some other corner of the room - which would probably prove to be the best line of action Crosis could take, now - but then decided against it. After all, some lessons would have to be learned the hard way, rather than the proper answer being given away. Crosis would just have to prove himself intelligent enough to stay alive.

After all, among the Sith, one needed to learn to control their tongue sooner than they needed to control the lightsaber. It was astounding that Crosis had yet to figure out to do so, as he seemed to have been around for a while. Alphonse, though, was a different story.

 

[Intratec]

"Yet the reason it is what it is today is due to humanity landing on our world. And of course, Ajunta Pall's declaring himself heir to Adas which is in fact a puerile attempt at best to legitimize himself. He took the mantle, yet we both know that Sith'ari is more than a 'Dark Lord of the Sith' to which not only this, but every Empire has deluded it to. The Sith'ari is free from all restrictions. Yet, the Dark Lord of the Sith remain bound. It is a philosophical and anthropological divergence of what Pall and his Pale ilk took from us."

Glancing to Eris she said, "No offense given." Before going back to her reading.

 

[Elijah Brockway]

"Oh, I suppose, but their contributions - alongside any detriment they might have had - shouldn't be discounted," Tsisaar said, looking back towards Ayindri. "Of course, I would say there's a reason the Sith'ari term is used for something different than the term Jen'ari, showing the transition within our history from a species called the Sith, to eventually an order carrying that same name, and philosophies descended from those of our species and of the Dark Jedi exiles who first came to Korriban, those thousands of years ago. It's not a given that the Jen'ari, the Dark Lord, should also be the Sith'ari. That title came to mean something different in the ages after Adas's death, even before the exiles came to us." He shrugged, turning his attention back to Vecna and Crosis.

"My point is mainly that it isn't worth it to be speciesist when some of the most prominent and powerful members of our order haven't been of the Sith species. At the very least, it shows a lack of proper study."

 

[Marf]

"Good Lord, you stink".

No more words were uttered, no detailed manifesto was laid out before the young, foolish, Massassi in the form of a tiresome lecture. Only plain distaste slipped from her lilac-kissed lips. It dripped and pooled like trickling water. Smooth and clear with unabashed translucence, and softer than a drifting cloud of fresh mist. Her tone remained neutral, only slightly elevated to express the profound annoyance she kept tied as tightly as her silk obi. She gave no explanation, nor informed Crosis of her reasons. Like Satoryu herself, it could be summarized only as something directly and certainly malicious, but without any trace of a simple explanation. Satoryu never revealed her reasons to anyone. In the case of the young man who thought that he could behave lke Mister Sadow, they were very much personal. Crosis insulted her General. He represented the Massassi of Ziost, a people who would spawn one of the greatest conquerors of the present era, and Crosis disgraced that legacy with his behaviour.

"You..."

Another word fell from Satoryu's slightly opened mouth. This time it was directly accusing, pointed at the man like a finger and it impaled him with the deep brown gaze of Satoryu's irises. The Sith Mistress stood at the doorway to the common room. There had been no sign of her entering, no foot steps had been heard, nor was there any telling just how long she had been standing there. Satoryu had arrived as she existed, by the shadows and the floating darkness. Traceless and without influence. Appearing only fleetingly, holding authority over nobody's actions but her own. Dressed her her usual silk robes, she had chosen to wear her favourite ensemble whilst instructing the Warrior-class Acolytes in mind-shielding techniques. A section of her hair was pinned back as usual with a gold pin, which she promptly pushed back with a flash of her delicate, ivory wrist. With a polite nod of respect sent towards her superior, Eris, Satoryu spoke again.

"You are no Sith, nor do you understand what it means to be a Sith. You are a virgin of our ways, you are a child. A Sith uses the Dark Side and controls it at his will, he is not used by it like those Dark Jedi whores. You also smell bad and I hate you."

Alongside every word that continued to pool on the floor, Satoryu floated on her slightly heeled boots towards Crosis. Poised and unfaltering, her footsteps were barely audible. Extending one hand, daintily adorned with delicate rings, she would shift the entirety of her focus on the Massassi. Ayindri would recognize her as the Crusader she had sipped tea with years ago, only a very different woman stood in their place. Her fingers outstretched and her eyes slowly closed, Satoryu would create a harpoon with all of her mental energy to pierce Crosis' mind and entrap him in the Mistress' most powerful bout of Force Horror. An Acolyte having barely arrived at the Academy, there would be little he could do to resist Satoryu's mastery of the technique.

"This will not be nice for you, but should you properly pay for your attitude by giving my associates and myself some good entertainment, I shall spare you. Attempt to resist and ruin my fun, and you shall cease to breathe."

Satoryu's psychological hold on Crosis would tighten. The Acolyte would begin to sweat profusely, followed by a severe, terrible anxiety that would begin in his chest. His heart rate would increase violently, sickness and vile churning would ravage his stomach and intestines. In mere seconds, the full grown Massassi would be reduced to the state of a young child, separated from their mother, a weapon pointed at their head. Anxiety, panic and all manner of fear would rend Crosis into a nightmare state. As his demeanour would shatter, Satoryu's excitement would heighten. She wanted to see him cry. She wanted to see him drool and convulse. Anticipation only enhanced the passion she would thrust into her attack. She wanted, to see the fool who had compared himself to the likes of Audroti, to a quivering, weeping, piss-soaked mess.

@Crosis

 

[Intratec]

Glancing up once more, the smell of flowers and subtly of death that followed Satoryu struck Ayindri as she stared at the woman for but a moment. She coughed delicately and cleared her throat. "He was challenged to a Kaggath by me, Sato." Voice clear, and consise as the page flipped of its own accord once more. A droid she had summoned with her Transpariwatch clicked forth on its metal feet to stand beside the girl. "Flowering Blossom Tea made from Jade Rose and Century Flower, held in a suspension of Ansionian Tea, mistress." It announced while pour her a cup from porcelain so fine the jade green container darkened a shade. Even as the flowers within the decanter bloomed adding their own shadings and flavors to the tea. It smelled sweet, citrusy, with the distinct floral scent of flowers while maintaining the Ansionian's natural scent.

"Tea?" She offered both Eris and Satoryu while the Sith Master seemed to be savoring her torments. "He had not responded to my challenge. The other one, well, my Teacher is teaching him his lesson."

 

[Elijah Brockway]

Just as Tsisaar finished speaking, one more person entered the room. Satoryu wasn't somebody he'd had the pleasure of getting to know particularly well, but he had met her. A friend of Sin'ryk's, or at least an acquaintance, if he remembered correctly. Then Satoryu decided to start educating Crosis as well, while Tsisaar got to witness a rather masterful application of the power of Force Horror.

Once she finished speaking - and after Ayindri took a moment to invite her to tea - Tsisaar spoke up in greeting himself. "Hello, Satoryu," he said, giving the now-Master a small bow. "I haven't seen you in a while. Congratulations on the advancement." He turned to Crosis for a moment, pursed his lips, and then thought of something else. "Oh, I'm sure Sin'ryk would like me to say hello to you for him, if he isn't somewhere around here himself."

 

[Intratec]

As she sipped from the delicate cup, her other hand rested on her lap. The Force holding the book in its previous position a page turning once more. A sigh escaped from between her lips before she shipped at the cup once more. Her other hand now holding the worn, ancient looking metallic brooch. "I wish you would have allowed me to do that, Teacher." it came out almost a pout. "But, if this other one comes to. His refusal of the Kaggath will mean my telling the Massassi of Ziost. If Sato does not kill him, they will, or, perhaps I will. Or have him suffer the ultimate humiliation at least."

 

[Vecna]

"Humiliation alone can be quite poisonous, apprentice." Vecna still spoke without moving his head. Satoryu's approach and subsequent domination didn't seem to affect him either, the Kushari paying little mind to the Sith sorceress and her magic. "It can be one of the deepest pains a being can undergo. There is release in death and it can be comforting. Being humiliated in front of your peers is something that you can never take back and with great achievement it is also oftentimes never forgotten, or at least not entirely erased." Vecna blinked slowly a few times as if his his eyes were shutters and his mind was taking pictures, almost like he was forcibly committing to memory the visage of the helpless Crosis. He smiled then although it was a small thin thing, his fangs still catching light somehow and glinting like a knife's edge. "Your demands for a Kaggath are warranted but unnecessary." Vecna moved for the first time now, turning to face his apprentice with a stern and unwavering glare, daring her to object to what he was saying. "You will rescind it and if the Massassai of Ziost have anything to say in regards, you can tell them to take it up with me."

Turning his attention to Satoryu, Vecna maintained his his stony demeanor, his eyes narrowing to slits and his voice lowering in volume but not in the depth of its reverberation. "I think you've done enough." It wasn't a command but it wasn't a suggestion either. If Master Satoryu wanted to argue Vecna would not back down. Lessons were lessons but if Sato wasn't going to kill Crosis than she'd already served her purpose. Despite finding a small amount of enjoyment from the Pureblood's suffering, Vecna wasn't a sadist.

At this point, he'd seen enough.

 

[Intratec]

With a sigh, she sipped from the cup once more looking Vecna in the eyes as he glared at hers'. There was no fear there, neither submission. He was the Lion to her Panther. Muscular, dangerous, male. To her sleek form that hid in the shadows. "I hereby annul the Kaggath between myself, and Crosis. He did not answer my challenge, and therefore has humiliated himself, and his specific tribe, not caste. However, I would like to add, the fact he did not answer it and my being female will cause him more humiliation, Teacher. That is the best I can do given the situation. The Tribes will not find out lest someone here speaks of it." she looked back down then to the book which subsequently closed and landed on her lap.

"That will have to suffice. For there is nothing else I can do. But, it is a wonder he survived the test at birth. Better that Father Ziost had frozen him and his wails to the wind." she was all teeth while speaking and looking to the Pureblood on the floor. Had he been of her mother's tribe, she'd have been obliged to kill him. The intent was still there, strong as it was the aroma of the tea calmed her in equal measure.

'Remind me why we've come to my birthworld again, Teacher? Besides all of this.' Directing the telepathic question to Vecna.

 

[Crosis]

SO many things all happening at once. Several more people entered the common room and joined the conversation that himself and the anzat were having. Before he could answer any one particular thing another being spoke. Followed by the other, followed by the other. Every time Crosis opened his mouth to speak, he would be cut off by another speaker or new entrant into the conversation. Why there was even another pureblood that entered the room, and sadly even brought up a fair point. Archon only nodded at his words to show that he agreed with the statement of the pureblood.

Then some more information was learned. Not the least of which was that there were not only two Crusaders in the room, but Darth Umbra, High Executioner of the Sith herself. Crosis' eyes went wide with sudden fear, and it was clear that he recognized his horrible misstep. He immediately got out his chair and stationed himself between the three of them and knelt on the ground head bent low. "Crusader Vecna, Crusader Satoryu, Darth Umbra. I acknowledge the hasty and ill-spoken words that left my mouth upon our first meeting. I knew not whom you were and its rare for Sith of rank to enter the common rooms so I naturally thought you fellow Acolytes. This lowly Acolyte humbly asks that you forgive his ignorance and his foolish words. They were ill fitted for a Masassi of my class. My apologies." having concluded his truly heartfelt apology, he once more stood up and bowed deeply to Vecna, Satoryu, and the Darth each in turn.

About this time the Anzat he was originally talking to went flying across the room and Crosis thought he might have heard a cracking or two. That was going to hurt in the morning. As Crosis looked at each of the three Sith he probably insulted in some fashion or another, Vecna's apparent Apprentice spoke up about a Kaggath just as Satoryu was outstretching her hand toward Crosis. Crosis looked at the Sith that challenged him and smiled. "I accept your Kagg......." Before Crosis could finish accepting the other ones challenge, he started sweating all over his body. Anxiety likes the which he had never known buffeted his mind and body like the snows of Ziost across the world. He felt as if he would vomit, his chest tightened, breathing became a labor all of its own.

He dropped to his knees, his breathing becoming erratic.....uncontrollable shivers and quivering racked his hulking form. He looked up at Satoryu struggling to speak. "Stop....this...pl....please! It....accom....accomplishes........nothing....." Crosis said in between labored breaths the effort of talking seemed to sap some of his own willpower as well. He now placed his hands on the floor, not willing to surrender. This was clearly some advanced Force technique that Crosis had absolutely no defense against. He tried to channel all his rage, his anger, his hatred at the woman who was doing this to him. In no easy act of defiance and more an act of pure will use of the Darkside; Crosis struggled to his feet shaking from head to toe. He looked at the Sith before him. Each one of them in the eyes, not saying anything for if he even tried he would empty his stomach. He was only his feet for about four to five seconds and then collapsed back to the floor, his eyes rolling in the back of his head becoming a jibbering convulsing mess

 

[Elijah Brockway]

"Ah, Satoryu is a master, actually," Tsisaar mildly corrected Crosis, while he managed to stand for a moment. "Though I suppose her youthful appearance and natural beauty don't really bely the average age and appearance of somebody of her rank."

 

[Intratec]

Ayindri meanwhile looked to Vecna. "You know he was close to accepting, Teacher. Why did you stop me because of the differences in our power and skill, or was it something I threw forth frivolously? He would have died if he had accepted, you know this for truth." the Pureblood hmm'd and began stroking her chin with her left hand. 'By the way teacher, why was there a bite in the snowcake, my snowcake with your bite radius on the ship last week?' came the telepathic question and accusation.

Her eyes narrowing to golden slits. She'd had her suspicions. Even investigated. finding little filaments of fur and slobber mixed with the powdered sugar. Ayindri just continued to stare forth, nails now clicking a rhythmic beat on the couch as she kept close attention not only on him. But Eris, the other Pureblood and Satoryu.