Private Befriending The Puppet Master

[Lord Dvasius]

"I hear you." her voice held a tone of an older woman amused by the antics of someone far younger, "I'm going to return you to your body soon."

"Huh. Neat." he wasn't sure she'd be able to hear him either. He wondered if that was normal or if it said something about either or both or their ability and strength in the Force. Probably more her's. He only had as much power as a "half-breed" Force User could. He was strong in the Force, but not as strong as other members of his family. Most of his power came from his will. True power came from there more than anywhere else anyway, he knew and told himself to feel better about it. If Mariah of House Marr really could help him with his literal project maybe soon that would no longer matter or be true. Another limit to be removed, hopefully soon.

In this disembodied state he already felt stronger... or more connected to the Force, almost as powerful as he wanted to be, but he didn't understand how to use it in this world. Soon he would be going back, as Mariah reminded him. She was right about this experience. Just from feeling and experiencing this, he'd gained some understanding of how this ability worked. He felt how she disconnected, but didn't sever him from himself, all he had to do was the same. Like untying knots that tied him to his body, that form, butt his was only half and he didn't know how to make the separation permanent and he didn't know how to actually "transfer" his "essence" into another "vessel". Vessel seemed like such a creepy and weird way to describe a body.

Obviously he needed to learn those other two thirds of the ability before he could master this, but as she said this was a great start, a massive step, only two more massive steps. It wasn't like he'd fully mastered this step either yet. He still had yet to practice doing it himself, though they had plenty of time for that and immortality was worth the wait. He barely noticed since he guessed he'd always seen like this, but just not with his physical eyes, not visually, but when he looked at Mariah to answer her he saw what looked like an X-Ray of a person, except it wasn't bones he was seeing, but a soul or an aura. Strange and yet, not. He'd always felt this part of people, he even had a seemingly natural talent for it, despite impure weakness, muddying his blood and his ability to touch the Force. It was so strange to actually "see" it... or it should have been.

"Alright. I think I'm getting this. Okay, go ahead and put me back."

As she returned him to his body it felt like a hand was pushing him back or something gripped him backwards into his body again. When his spirit got close enough to it again it felt like the strings connecting him to his body reached out to the one's attached to his soul and retied them together. Suddenly it felt like something violently pulled/jerked him back as they joined back together, like a dream of falling.

Red eyes flashed open and the Sith breathed in a deep, sudden breath, like he'd just died and had his heart restarted again by a defibrillator. In a way that had happened, at least he imagined that's how that felt, it was as close as you can get though. Closer than sleep got you, as people even say sleep is as close as you can get to death while still being alive or a "free trial of death".

He continued to breathe hard and even felt slightly woozy, but not enough to throw up, as he came back fully to himself, consciously. "Ugh. I feel so dizzy right now.", Dvasius said, disgusted and as if he hadn't just seen and touched the other side... or did it touch him. Doesn't matter. Mariah, or her avatar, looked normal again, less glow-y, he noticed as he propped himself up to where he was sitting on the table with his legs dangling., looking tired and drained as if he was the one who performed the ritual. His hair dangled too, in front of his face, both looking sweaty and ragged. He imagined it too a lot out of her too. "That was weird... I think I saw your soul. Now that I'm back in here," he said with what sounded like disdain for his own body, "I miss the power I just touched. I want it back. We're gonna get it back... soon. Do you feel that kind of power all the time? Like godhood."

 

[Mariah of House Marr]

Lord Dvasius

As she went through the process, thoughts fluttered in her own mind. She was reminded of her son, his brutish tendencies. And couldn't help but wander if he would have seen this as one of his moments he loved, where lives hung in the balance. Or if he'd have just severed Dvasius from the strings that tied him down, just to feel his life part. Were she to do such a thing, it would be to steal his power for herself.

His reaction to being brought back was a reminder of just how badly she didn't want to die herself. She watched him, and relaxed herself. The ritual had taken it's own toll on her. If not a physical one, it was like preforming brain surgery. One screwup, and it was over. It was taxing on the mind. She sat down on a chair as he explained his side of the experience.

"You probably did." she admitted, understanding the appeal he clearly felt for what he'd just felt. While simultaneously knowing just how terrifying it could be when she had considered it before she'd made her Spirit Anchor. Tezi rubbed her neck and shoulders as she took in a breath and considered her answer, "Not exactly. I feel more than most, divided as I am, free. But my power and spirit are not as directly tied as yours are, on the positive, it means gaining power is arguably easier. It also means it's functionally impossible for anyone to strip the power from all of me at once. Things like force light, or sever force, for example. Would only harm the one body at a time. But," She provided a shrug, "It also means the transfer from one body to another is more purely spiritual, it will lack the broader connection to the force that you experienced. And yes, the two differ. In fact, there are many things akin to the force that can be achieved through other means. It's just usually an inferior product. Of course, if I do ever lose a body. Or when. I'll be able to do the same, feel the same. And there are ways to get there. But it's not a constant experience."

She smiled, "Godhood though, that's maybe a bit much. I'm immortal, more so than most who claim that. Perhaps more so even than Darth Vitiate. But to be called a god, well, I'm ascending. But I've not yet reached the heavens."