Private The Fox meets a Snake

[Aeizori-Mei Kaeirosae]

As Aeizori entered the kitchen, she used her gift of the Force to simply grab the necessary items. Bowls. Cooking utensils. Pots. Pans. The food it self. Spices and the like. Who says you can't use this gift for day to day things like cooking? Still. She carefully prepares this meal as skillful as a proper chef would. Though as she prepares this meal, she does look up occasionally to a certain cupboard. An ear twitches, her tails sway softly.

"No. I shouldn't. Not today. Maybe..." She mutters to herself.

It was around this time that she heard her name being called 'Aeizori' followed by that several other words from earlier. Did that man truly stalk her?!

In this sudden outcome, she flinched and lost her focus. A plate came crashing down shattering upon the floor. An ear twitched, she turned to face the invisible man, she in turn, spoke in a hushed tone. 'What are you doing here?' And Aei once more uses that wonderful gift, this time to grab a broom to clean up the mess she had just made.

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At the sound of the crash. Jane shouts out. "That better not have been expensive!" As she looks towards the sound. Though she goes back to her reading, mumbling something else underneath her breath.

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Harold, on the other hand, seemed rather oblivious to the sound, as he seems to be having a rather important phone call, though without anyone around. No one can hear the desperation in his voice.



Darth Malum of House Marr

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

She used the Force well enough, though considering she only used it to pull items towards her... for cooking of all things, and then using telekinesis to summon a broom to clean the mess his surprise had forced her to make. Now, yes one could use the Force for these rather useful utility based reasons certainly.

But though he appreciated the idea of the great Force, in all its will being simply used for housework...

...It also was entirely farcical that a Sith, or at least a darksider her like would use her gift, use her powers, for entirely... a slave task.

Still, as he cringed as the plate came crashing down, as he heard the muffled voice of the witch through the door, his gaze followed up to her red eyes.

"I told you at the very beginning, I will not allow you to remain in bondage, now come with me, I can make you invisible as well, and we will be out, with them none the wiser." Malum answered, whispering just as quietly as her, as he offered her a hand, allowing the cloak to dispel, revealing himself to her.

Aeizori-Mei Kaeirosae

 

[Aeizori-Mei Kaeirosae]

Aeizori moves the broom over to sweep up the plate that broke on the floor. Her tails swishing and swaying around as she does this. Why does she look and seem content with this line of work? An ear twitches at his proposal. That is what he said earlier today when they were alone in the alcove. But why does this man desire her to be away from this household. After cleaning up this mess, the fox looks over at the man and watches as he dispells his cloak and appears fully in the kitchen. Her mouth opens up to speak. To give him an answer.

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Harold, in the other side of the household, hurries over towards the living room and looks at Jane. "We have to leave." The man seems to be cowering a bit in fear.

Jane looks up from her book. "Oh what is it this time?"

"Jane. Now isn't the time, I can't explain-"

Then the front door is heard by all. Someone's fist is pounding on it with a few muffled words coming from the door. Followed by the door openning moments later. A few armed gunmen makes their way inside.

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Now, Aeizori heard the door pounding, but not the voice that was behind the door. Her head soon turns towards the sound and an ear twitches. "Ah-...." With a defeated look upon her face, she admittedly, takes his hand. From one owner, to the next. She remains silent.

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Darth Malum of House Marr

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

His ears flicked at the sound of the knock, he doubted he had any better hearing than the fox woman, however, what he did imagine he had over her was the paranoia and caution that came from years of war. The knock could be nothing... but it could also be...

He snapped his eyes shut, forcing his mind to resist the temptation of sight, all other senses enhanced for but a moment.

The sound of boots.

The sound of weapons.

He had been found.

"Fuck..." He whispered under his breath, he could still go invisible certainly, but looking after another, needing to stay close to them, while the law enforcement already presumably knew he was here? It was a risky plan and he knew it.

On the other hand, he could attempt to incapacitate the foes, he knew he was capable enough to do that, law enforcement normally dealt with civilians, and while they were more than able to do that... anything stronger would be a challenge.

And well, a Sith like him, even if simply an apprentice, would certainly count.

Alas, if they knew he was here, that means reinforcements would soon arrive as well, and between constantly fighting off them, he would bring far too much attention on himself.

The last thing he needed was a confrontation with Darth Empyrean's Legionnaires.

Let alone with some Eternalist Sith Lord.

There was another option, attempt to talk his way out of it.

Alas, unless Trayze Tesar himself was beyond the door, he doubted he would have much luck.

That left him with only one option, unfortunately.

Unfortunately, because... well, he had never looked at the idea beyond the theoretical.

However, what better time than a crisis to bring out achievement?

As he felt the warmth of her hands around him, he gazed down at her with red orbs, cracking a smile that did not quite reach his eyes, "This might hurt a bit," It would hurt him more, however, getting killed, let alone captured, would hurt him all the more.

He bound the Force to his command, demanding its obedience, as he felt time slow around them.

As he thought of the route back to the Marr Manse. The outskirts would be enough, entering within... well he did not wish to risk triggering the defences, nor the questions from his family if he was spotted.

And then with a flash.

They were gone.

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Arriving into a vast estate plains around them, with the smoking industry of Jutrand in the distance.

With Malum breaking his grip on Aeizori-Mei Kaeirosae and falling to his knees.

As blood trickled down his knees.

And groans filled both their ears.

His heart felt like they were on fire.

 

[Aeizori-Mei Kaeirosae]

Aeizori seems rather puzzled at what was going on. She heard boots entering the household, and her head turned to look towards the entrance of the kitchen. A tail flickered. An ear twitched. She is trying to focus on whoever just had entered the household. As she concentrated, she had no true idea as to what was going on around her. Including as to what the man in front of her had planned to do.

Fuck. Malum had stated. For what reason? Surely the guests who arrive aren't after him. Were they? Aeizori pondered about this, all while trying to focus on what is happening outside.

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As the door opened up, and those armed goons arrived. "Hello Harold." One of the men stated, he isn't wearing any sort of gun, but the goons around him are all carrying some-kind of blasters. Be it rifles or pistols.

"Harold?" Jane looks a bit puzzled by this.

"W-Well Mickael. G-Good to see you."

"Cut the shit Harold. I want m-"

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"...hurt a bit." He had stated then.

Aeizori would snap back towards him, losing out on this conversation, and a word escapes her lips. "What?" Is all she could muster.

And then... all that seemed to be left from this sudden disappearance is a pile of fluff. Floating in the air before landing on the ground next to the barely swept pile. The abandoned broom. The uncooked meal, barely prepared.

The fox didn't even have time to get that shiny necklace.

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What of Harold and Jane? Whose this Mickael character? Alas. The world shall never know. But the authorities would find the body of Harold, hanged in his own room by his necktie. Several battered injuries, stabbings. But Jane is no where to be found. That is a tale for another time.

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Aeizori didn't have any time to think. She simply appeared elsewhere. But where is the question? She looks all around this area trying to judge just where she appeared at.

Then the pain kicked in.

Before she got a good look at her surroundings, Aeizori fell down onto her side, and started to hold onto it. This way of transportation is extremely foreign to her, and a soft groan and a pained expression escapes her lips and face.

Of course. She didn't have the same effect that Darth Malum of House Marr is facing.