Tribute to the Fallen

[Darth Victress]

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Spoiler: OOC

Open to all OE/IR Sith

It was customary for the Dark Lords to receive tombs in their honor when they had fallen. The accomplishments achieved by those who had retained such prestige and title were unquestioned. However, a deep seated grief rested within the newly minted Darth. She had come a long way from the young girl she was when she first arrived on Korriban and her first meeting with Darth Vrael. Now, a Sith Lord, it appeared that her efforts and dedication towards the Empire paid off.

Something still was missing and until she sought it finished, it would remain a deed undone. In darkened valleys of Korriban, she had selected a specific cavern system that she had visited during her acolyte days. It held a conduit and blossomed with darkened energies that spoke and bent the force to their vile will. The powerful Darth descended down through the cavern and networks of staircases until she came upon an altar that she herself had her underlings create.

Her acolytes. The few men and women who had risked their lives and fallen in the line of service. They had served along side her, supported her, and even risked their own for her benefits. They would not be forgotten, not today, not ever. Not as long as she wore the mantle of Sith Lord.

In front of her were four memorial statues, each of which held a Sith Sword placed in front. She walked to the one on the far left.

Artarion Sekt (@Critas )

Kneeling besides, a small smile came to her face as her delicate hand gently stroke the stone. "You were with me when I was an acolyte, assisting without question and with bravery and courage. I miss your guidance terribly.."

Moving to the next one.

Arnen Elgernoth (@Gian Greydragon )

She looked upon Arnen's icon with a heavy, kneeling in front as she set his fallen lightsaber at the feet of the shrine. "My dear Arnen, always at my side, it grieves me to know that as I ascended, you will no longer be able to join me in this journey.."

Doz Noth (@Kayenta Moenkopi )

Shifting over, she remained silent for several seconds, even as minutes would pass. The young medical intern certainly had a way about her and the Sith Lord would miss her companionship more than anything. She had perished, an act of courage and loyalty while protecting another Sith who had been injured. She knelt besides the altar of the fallen Zabrak, placing a medal of Valor at the feet. "Rest well my friend, your sacrifices will not be forgotten..."

And then, the last.

Harren Skaalvarg (@Denzein )

This was by far one of the most difficult to understand; her companion, her friend, her trusted acolyte who sacrificed his own life so that she could survive. She knelt besides him, placing a medal of valor at his feet as well along with his lightsaber and the Deucalian's signature steel blade. "Thank you Harren, I would be lost without you...Not a day goes by where I do not remember your courage."

She sighed as she stood up and moved towards the edge of the staircase; turning she faced the four altars and extended a single right hand. A grimacing look came to her face as she cast a cone of red lightning towards the center of the shrine, dark seeded magics and the powers of sith alchemy took use of the natural Force in the cavern. Sparks ignited, and set all four Sith Swords aflame. The eternal fire, to commemorate those who had made the greatest sacrifice, for the Empire and for her.

 

[Darth Parox]

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Music

Milo walked into the cave without hurry, his steps slow and deliberate. Though he was wearing his armor, he'd come without his helmet as a sign of respect. This was, after all, a funeral of sorts, and coming dressed for battle was somewhat disrespectful toward the nature of the ceremony. He felt the red sand slowly give way to harder and harder rock as he made his way lower and lower into the cave, until he reached the chamber where Darth Victress stood alone, four statues before her. The sight itself was moving enough, not to mention the baritone hums emanating from an unknown location. He could feel the dark side flow freely, unrestricted here in its home, and even more powerful here in this cave. It was like a hearth for Sith, and he felt himself drawing power from it, refreshed as if he were taking a cold bath on a hot day.

The Acolyte approached slowly, seeking to pay his respects to warriors he had not met but he respected. Victress set the Sith swords on fire, and that was when he spoke up, his voice echoing in the chamber. "Warriors braver than many will even dream of being," he remarked, eyes glancing among the statues. He was a few meters away from her and approaching from behind. "I wish only that my demise is half as honorable when the time comes."

@Faded Truth

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[Arial Calvic]

Preforming security detail for a Sith style funeral was not what Arial would have picked for an assignment, but it technically was required. She listened to the names being called, but was more focused on the perimeter from her lookout point on the cliff face above. If the Sith were so superior, why did they need normal humans to protect them anyways? It didn't entirely make sense to her. She didn't recognize any of the names that the Sith Lord spoke, and it was probably for the best; losing allies would be rather distracting on this assignment. She did wonder how Sabrina was doing though. If she had anyone in this empire to call a friend, it was perhaps her. That didn't mean she would be spared from Arial's plans if she attempted to come between them, but the agent had ensured that would not be happening anytime soon. The dead being honored below would be the first of many. They died as heroes to the Empire, champions of the Emperor himself. One can only hope to give their lives in such a way. Arial went back to her vigil, wondering if such a fate would be in store for her.

 

[Roa Roa Grisbaw]

Roa-Roa had never been in some of the most recent burial chambers that had been made for the dead of the Order, and well, her curious nature led her to explore them. As she went inside, she felt the Dark side energy permeating the walls, giving her the impression that there were powerful people buried in there. As she reached the large chamber where other two Siths were honouring the fallen, she quietly started to sing a funeral song in Old Gungan. Even if the words were impossible to understand for the present, it felt like she was definitely mourning the loss of these four people, even if she didn't know any of them.

@Faded Truth @vamp

 

[Darth Tagus]

"Oh do the dead a favor and stop giving your ego a handjob over their remains."

Zeven stepped into the cave with his arms crossed over his chest to begin with before uncrossing them and casually putting them into his pockets instead as he walked slowly towards the 'main event'. This entire display made him feel a multitude of things it had be said.

Amused, sickened, bored and incredulous sprang to mind.

"If I ever needed further proof that you are unworthy of your title then I have it right in front of me here today - such weakness. Such sickening, simpering, crocodile tears over the people you have stepped over to rise up from off your back. For once." he tutted once, "You're supposed to be a Sith - ACT LIKE IT. I know it's hard to remember but you're supposed to feel hatred and pride and fear and passion. You're supposed to be strong and respect only the strong! The dead are dead because of weakness. And you know what amuses me?"

He flashed a wide grin.

"I'm sure half of these people are dead because of your weakness - not their own. How many of these people died because you're more accustomed to holding a cock than a lightsaber?" His grin vanished, "You make a mockery of what it means to be a Sith. Men and women across the Empire work hard - they suffer, they grow and they conquer. They work hard to be strong, to be Sith. You?"

He scowled.

"You go on 'private missions' with the Emperor and think yourself the equal of the likes of Andraste, Rask, Kravos, Saorise, Vex, Evandrus, Leviticus and The Eternal. No. You're no Darth, no Lord, no Lady and certainly no Sith - you are a disgusting waste of space. The idea that anyone believes you worthy to be followed is laughable. You earned your rank in 'favors' - not deeds. You're not a leader; you're a damned whore."

Zeven had been wanting to say this for awhile but the appointment of the woman to the rank of Darth was just too much for him to accept. She had done nothing. She had done more research trips than she had done missions - she had done nothing to actually grow the Empire.

Of course he was prepared to stop speaking and defend himself at any point during this speech if she decided that she wanted to try and shut him up... but he doubted she would. Attacking him would be evidence that what he had said upset her, gotten under her skin. It would show that there was some truth to what he was saying. If she was any kind of Sith she would know better than to react emotionally.

@Faded Truth

 

[Lilith (8th TL)]

Today Cait was visiting Korriban to train; as commanded by the Emperor she was returning to her studies. She was still a bit shaken over it, but her criminal syndicate was her life now and this was part of her deal with Darth Vrael.

Of course, everyone needed breaks and this was when she choose to take one. She had no clue there was some sort of memorial service. It felt a little bit strange to her. Burying powerful Sith in dangerous tombs was one thing, crying over them was quite another.

She leaned back against a wall and listened, and was about to nod off when suddenly a crusader stepped up—Zeven? Yeah, that was his name. If she was being honest with herself, she didn't disagree with him over this memorial but at the same time, she was still having trouble accepting herself as a Sith so she wasn't as offput by it as some might be.

Either way, this whole thing just got interesting. Cait decided to stick around for the drama, though she wished she had popcorn and Gil at her side to point and laugh at the whole thing; however, she knew these sort of things turned violent between Sith sometimes so she was prepared to grab her lightsaber should anything go wayward.

 

[Roa Roa Grisbaw]

The Gungan was apparently too busy in her low singing to notice the drama unfolding a few meters away, but in fact she noticed that, and put a hand on her lightsaber just in case things go awry, but kept singing.

 

[Darth Victress]

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Well, this was most unusual.

The memorial service being disrupted by an over-eager and overly ambitious young Sith. The Darth snapped her attention towards the Crusader as he began flinging insults upon her. Emotions fueled their every existence and unlike the Jedi, Sith relied on these emotions to grant them focus and strength. As he berated her, she could sense the darkness and anger within him grow with every inching word. Oh how he hated her, despised her, and saw her unfit to be in the position that she now held.

The Darth however, remained poised and calm, lights flickering through the chamber as echoes of tortured wails swept through around those gathered. Tilting her head into an arrogant angle, her smile later manifested into a maniacal chuckle. She had heard of him previously, his reputation cold and harsh which embodied everything that the Old Empire stood for. His power was strong for a crusader, he had trained himself well and would serve to be a fine instrument in her future agendas, if of course, he behaved himself.

While she continued to harbor some grief over the demise of those that served along side with her, his words otherwise remained empty and without insinuation of a threat. They were likely reflections of his own insecurities and the obstacles he realized he would face if he were to ever challenge her in rank. She turned towards the Mirialan, "Congratulations on your promotion, Crusader. My new office remains rather empty, bring me the weapon of our sworn enemy. You will make this a priority, and answer to me when it is completed." She leaned in closer and whispered, words only meant for his ears. "I pray you live a long and fruitful servitude to the Empire. Speak like that to me again, and I'll see to it that you don't." @Nefieslab

Her attention drifted towards the acolyte as he spoke. @vamp "Serve the dark lords well, and it shall be.." She said simply, a pure and bold statement before she spoke again. "Acolyte Drast, your Overseer had good things to say. Meet me in the Academy halls, we can begin discussing your first off world assignments.."

She would give an acknowledgment to the others before her gaze finally settled on the other red-head. @Dread "Miss Aislinn, so nice of you to visit. I believe we had some further details to discuss..."

 

[Darth Parox]

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The silence of the chamber was broken by a newcomer, a green-skinned Crusader that Milo came to recognize to be Zeven Visz. While he'd never met the Miralan personally, the Sith had been making a name for himself as one of the most promising young warriors among their ranks. Besides, any Sith worth their salt kept tabs on those around them, whether they were competition or a possible new ally. Though he was not sure what the Miralan would grow to be, he knew one thing: he liked this guy.

Perhaps Milo did not completely agree—honoring the dead was important, and though falling in battle was a show of weakness, that did not make their legacy useless—but the fact that the man could stroll into a funeral and call out a Sith Lord showed he had a certain amount of gall others did not possess. He was bold, in a way. But he did forget one thing. "If you are going to mention all of the original Sith Lords, do it," he piped up from Zeven's left. "Darth Malos did not fight and die to be forgotten." Having said his piece, he stepped back and leaned his back up against the wall. If anyone had a problem with him, Milo would be ready to ignite his lightsaber—which was clipped to his belt—at a moment's notice. If not, he was looking forward to watching the proceedings.

He nodded to Darth Victress in acknowledgement, though remained silent, his gaze cycling from her to Zeven and back. Was that it? Would she allow Zeven to say such things without retaliating? A true warrior would defend themselves, not just dismiss the claims and head for the exit.

@Nefieslab @Faded Truth

 

[Varyn Rask]

Varyn Rask had been little heard of for weeks, and it was no accident. He had taken a deep dive into the paths of the Dark Side, visiting a world of darkness and death. It had been a world that reminded him a great deal of the Sith. They scrambled to climb the ladder, stepping on one another, betraying their families, and murdering each other until they emerged victorious... or died trying.

He had nearly managed to be killed while he was there. Hunted by the locals and slaying more than a few. He felt like a changed man, and he wasn't sure if it was something that would wear away with time. He wasn't sure if he wanted it to or not. There was a dark and cruel ruthlessness that had sunk into his bones.

It had been enlightening. Malice and death were commonplace, and Varyn had found it intoxicating.

He didn't say a word as the other Sith exchanged words. He wasn't here to engage in their banter, but every action they took was telling. It was something for him to file away and use. To learn about those he was working beside, and perhaps even against.

His return to the "known" galaxy carried with it a fire. He was angry, but it didn't show. His face was stoic as the fires consumed the bodies. He didn't step forward, though he'd known at least one of those who had fallen. He didn't have words to say. There was no goodbye or salutation that needed to be done. He was here for one thing: a reminder.

It was a reminder of what they'd lost, a reminder of what the Sith had done, a reminder of where the Sith had fallen short, and a reminder of what they would all become soon enough. Chaos was consuming the galaxy like a fire, and Varyn was sick of it.

 

[Tasha Blackwell]

Tasha didn’t care to come here for any reason other than scoping out other Sith. It was her desire to know the who’s and what’s of the empire, especially now that there were talks of unifying the sides. She had been aching to see a unified empire for as long as she had known about the existence of Sith. She was obsessed with the Drast line, and though all the descendants failed so far, she hoped to see Andraste’s empire - an empire that served under one ruler and spanned across the entire galaxy.

As the newly minted Sith Lord droned on about the fallen, Tasha had to stifle a yawn. It wasn’t in the nature of the Old Empire to honor dead Sith unless they were Sith Lords - especially as it meant they had been useless in their roles. She barely recognized the dead, though she did recall Artarion for killing one of the upper echelon Mandalorians.

Tasha looked around at the others, her gaze lingering for a moment on the Drast present. She always found them fascinating, though very few of them lived up to the power of the name. Tasha’s yellow eyes were as piercing as ever, moving over from person to person. They lingered even longer on Cait, her boss from the Lusty Lekky. So she was making an overt alliance with Sith? Tasha shook her head, inwardly finding the decision to be stupid considering how much more profitable it was to be to never take any real side. Simply by being here she had sealed and locked the business to be Sith aligned.

As the green Sith spoke up, she was shaken out of her thoughts. Yellow eyes widened at his words, a grin spreading across her face. To her disappointment, the Sith Lord simply brushed it off. The man wasn’t exactly a weakling, and Tasha knew if it came to blows, he could likely hold his own against the woman.

She was amused for a moment before being distracted by the appearance of Varyn. Her eyebrow quirked at the sight of him, and she tilted her head to look at him. She grinned at him, her voice echoing within his mind, “You crawled out of the shadows for this of all things?”

 

[Varyn Rask]

The Sith's eyes flicked around the group that was gathered. He wondered how many of them would be dead inside the year. How many of them would rise on their own? How many of them would actually make a name for themselves and - more importantly - live up to the names of their predecessors?

As for the argument brewing, it was a problem no matter how you looked at it. If they fought - and it was the way of the Sith to prove strength - they risked losing more people from the Empire. With how many people were bleeding out of the Sith it was only a matter of time until something gave way if nothing changed. He wasn't sure he wanted to watch two Sith - who he could feel were powerful - kill each other.

That was when he noticed a scratching at the back of his mind. He didn't much care for people poking around in his head, and had he not heard the voice echoing a moment later, the offender would have received a nasty spike of pain back into their own head.

But he recognized that voice. It was soothing and seductive, but more than anything, it was familiar. While he couldn't go so far as to say it was a person he could trust, he at least knew her well enough to know it wasn't intended to be pawing.

No time like the present, he retorted. And it was true enough. He had been away for too long as it was, and while he wasn't sure he was ready to return, it couldn't wait any longer.

I can feel the shift, he said cryptically. The Dark Side had told him much in his travels, and he knew that things were going to change. He couldn't afford to be gone any longer, and while this may well have been an odd place to turn up again, but he'd already said it: there was no time like the present. Passiveness had gone on for too long. @Sreeya

 

[Qsan Torobah]

Q'san stepped into the memorial, clad in his black armor, prepared to pay respects to his fallen comrades, and the newly minted Darth Victress, only to find her being berated by a greenskinned Sith with a bad attitude. Stepping to her side, Q'san's face contorted into a scowl, at the Sith.

"You speak to her like that again, Crusader or not," he said, before activating his two meter-long wrist blades on his right arm from underneath his half-cape, "and I'll gut you where you stand, you self righteous prick. I don't have to defend Darth Victress, but I won't stand for this level of disrespect. We're here to pay respects to the death, and to honor the hard work put forth by Darth Victress. If you seek to do neither, step out-kriffing-side," he said, making hard eye contact with the Sith.

@Nefieslab @Faded Truth

 

[Kalira Khan]

Kalira had never attended any sort of Sith Funeral, Memorial, Tribute she thought it interesting that the Darth had used sorrow to fuel the lightning that she used set the eternal flame upon the blades of the fallen. While she knew any emotion could increase the power of the channel into the Force she initially thought maybe it was something you learned when you become a Darth (how to use sorrow) That was until the Crusader for all intents and purposes challenged the Darth. Kalira was further surprised when The Darth congratulated the Crusader and then leaned in and say something in a voice too soft for her to hear.

This was one of the things She felt that hurt the Sith most of all this infighting. It continuously reduced their numbers if only there was a Lord powerful enough to put a stop to to it and maybe point them as the finely tuned weapon they were at their true enemies.

She knew this was not her fight regardless of how it turned out. She knew none of the participants and where they stood. She had admittedly just been released from her training and and given her full Kit however she had yet to be given a true assignment. She just rolled her eyes when yet another Sith openly challenged the Crusader on behalf of the Darth.

Turning to leave she saw Yet another Sith Lord standing in the shadows cloaked and even her senses could feel him actively using the Force. Nodding toward him she then pulled her Robes about her and stepped back into the shadows to watch and listen.

 

[Darth Nihil]

Kaye had come to make sure what she had heard was true, that one of the Darths was burying some acolytes in the fashion of Sith Lords of yore. They had fallen before accounting to anything of worth, and she celebrated their weakness with an honor that was reserved for but the greatest of their Order? This she had to come and witness to believe. And boy was she glad that she had, for this was turning out to be a show that she would have regretted missing. Here was an opportunity to sway things down a path that would best serve the Empire in the long run, and it had been presented to her on a platter.

As the Mirilian was done insulting the woman who called herself a Darth, Kaye waited for some sort of response, to build up on, to shape to her own ends, but all she and everyone else was given were the words of a coward. Kaye almost wanted to smile at that, this was even better, so much better. The acolyte drawing his blade was just the icing on the cake. "That's it?" She spoke up as the Darth was done berating the Mirilian, though calling it berating was stretching it when compared to the insults he had thrown at her. "After all he said, this is all you have to say?"

Waiting for a few moments to let the word sink in, she stepped forward and glanced at the acolyte who had drawn his blades to seemingly defend the Darth's honor. "This is what we've come to? A coward for a Darth who needs others to fight to defend her honor? You expect us to follow someone who won't even raise her blade to strike down the man who so openly flings mud on her?" She paused for a moment and let her gaze sweep across the gathered Sith, looking for an answer. "Ours is the way of the strong. Rule of the strong. You, Arianna Marris, are not strong. If you are truly a Darth then put your sword where your mouth is and strike at him, make him pay for his insolence. Defend your honor or accept his words as truth and give up your claims to the rank you hold." The dead were dead, she didn't give one damn about them, but the future of the Empire was something she did care about, and she was not going to let those unworthy of leading them steer the Empire down a path of folly.

@Nefieslab @Faded Truth @Gian Greydragon

 

[Roa Roa Grisbaw]

The Gungan finally ended her chant, her eyes looking at a spot somewhere in between the tombs, her hand olding her lightsaber firmly. She then turned towards Zeven and the Darth, watching their confrontation, and chuckled quietly as the agent took the side of the Darth, apparently wanting a fight. She knew all too well, after studying Sith history, that it was pretty normal for Siths of all ranks to fight with eachother for either power, riches, knowledge or just fame. But Zeven's words were quite daring, expecially given the place and the event. When she was on Naboo, it was tradition that while on sacred terrain, the only words that could be spoken were to glorify, thank or anyway pray the gods, and anything blasphemous or vulgar in any grade would be severely punished, to the point of exile.

 

[Cher No Gorgon]

Cher had come to see if it was true that her friend Antarion Sekt was dead. Having jist arrived the Raptor was greeted by a rather intense scene that was the result of something that she was not here to see or hear. So the Reptilian was clueless as to what was going on.

Then now seeing how high Arianna had risen the Reptile wondered if her new position has gotten to her head, as in forgetting who her allies are and what not. As well as wondering if the woman truly deserves her new post. Time will answer that one. Now the Raptor needs to fix her own reputation after cowardly fleeing from a couple of Jedi during a mission on Naboo. That she will do shortly.

But upon seeing that her friend is indeed truly gone. The Raptor wanted to get revenge. But first she will need to come to terms with the loss. Looking to Arianna, whom appeared to be focused on some unruly sith, the Raptor stayed towards the back of the crowd. Wondering what was going on.

 

[Darth Perilius]

The Acolyte quietly stood in front of the statue of Harren in a sentimental state. Knowing that all four of these fallen Sith. He felt the dark side of the force powerfully when he was closer to these new statues. He had a small respect of these people despite never interacting with them, only hearing and watching them intently while they would go about their business.

As he closed his eyes his thoughts began to run through him. “These Sith... they fought valiantly for and with a Sith Lady... they sacrificed themselves... and they’re powerful...” They took initiative...” He thought as he began pacing around. “If it was their time to pass, then it’s my turn to take initiative. I must do my best to strengthen the Sith; approve our agenda. I will continue my pursuit of research for the good of the Sith. To become a importance to this Empire and to become a Lord worthy of honor!” He then whispered in a determined voice as he curled his fist. “Mark my words... I’ll take initiative and help lead this empire into a path of dominance, like what we were made to syndicate...”

 

[Roa Roa Grisbaw]

Roa-Roa gave a look around the place, definitely wondering about what will happen next, and so she moved away from the middle of the room and got to its edge, at a safe distance, but ready to fight if that would be needed. She chuckled softly, and whispered so only the people around her would hear her: "Now I'm quite curious to see how this will end"

 

[Darth Valravus]

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What even was the point of this thing anyways? She thought to herself pursing her lips and schewing them from side to side. It was not very exciting, at least she never imagined that funerals were. They were meant for the living to deal with the loss of the dead, a luxury Zandrali had never been afforded. Sniffing her nose she wondered if she had any snot peaking out from her nostirl and wiped her sleeve just to make sure. But it came back dry. It was not a very lady like action but the Deucalian acolyte was far from a lady.

The coolness of the cave was refreshing and she had a simple outfit on. Her phrik coated gauntlets were on her arms but she did not have here helmet with her. She prefer to not wear it since it messed up her braided hair. Stopping before she was in sight of the other attendants she pulled out a small flask from her belt and took a generous swig. A satisfied ah exited her smiling lips before stowing the container out of sight and heading in to join the others. It was not nearly enough to get her hardy liver working but she needed to start sometime and it was better sooner than later when her temper might get short before the fun begins. She was planning on drinking later and while it was probably not to toast to the failures of the dead, she would still party like a Deucalian. Are there any good places to party with Nar Shaddaa gone? In fact I don't remember any except one. Maybe Drali knew them. Zan mentally shrugged at the thought of her other half.

As she came into view of the ceremony, or whatever it was called, she stood towards the back and crossed her arms. It looked like some of the group were already getting excited over the disagreement over traditions. Well maybe it would not be bored after all. Then she realized she had eaten three plates at the mess earlier that day and not slowly. A rigid workout regime made her need to consume plenty of calories and she did not care that she had enjoyed a piece of cake at the end. Stifling a burp her cheeks slightly flexed outward before she let the taste of chocolate exit her lips. Looking to either side she hoped nobody had seen her. Sometimes burping allowed you to taste food you already tasted a second time. It was like finding an extra five credit chip in an old coat, a little surprise that was still enjoyed when unexpected.

A gungan spoke next to her, apparently excited over the prospect of what was to come. Zan spoke up and leaned slightly to her side. "what did I miss?" she tried keeping the whisper low so that only the gungan would hear. Sometimes the most entertaining part of being in the company of Sith was the fact that they took themselves so seriously. Well, sometimes they earned it like Varyn but other ones... well she would go blind the amount of eye rolls she would do. How many calories do i burn rolling my eyes?