The Sith’ari
“The hubris of this one, he presumes too much. We decide our own fate, Jem. We decide our own.”
Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos
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Oil & Water
"I am not--" She bit back on her vehement protests, his words striking a cord. He was not the first to call out her behavior. It had been easier coming from
Ishida Ashina
; when Corin opened his mouth all she wanted to do was punch. Her mouth worked against conflicting urges, every comeback she wanted to shoot out was simultaneously silence by the fact that he wasn't wrong.
Her hand broke from the Warden's control and clocked him, her father's voice rippling through her as she did. The warden's energy swelled at that moment and overcame her. She didn't resist it. She released the darkness and slumped, breathing heavy as she did it.
"Fuck you."
Ishida Ashina
; when Corin opened his mouth all she wanted to do was punch. Her mouth worked against conflicting urges, every comeback she wanted to shoot out was simultaneously silence by the fact that he wasn't wrong.Her hand broke from the Warden's control and clocked him, her father's voice rippling through her as she did. The warden's energy swelled at that moment and overcame her. She didn't resist it. She released the darkness and slumped, breathing heavy as she did it.
"Fuck you."
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Jem rocked his head, and it recoiled as a faint trail of blood trickled from his nose. He stood there, motionless, so unsure as to whether he was shocked from the strike or allowed it to be - no matter the case, it struck him all the same. His index slid across the nostril that bled, the remnants that buried itself into his skin remained. Corin broke into a series of near-stifled amused huffs, bordered on a chuckle, and the Padawan could neither tell if the amusement was real or some bout of nervousness.
But it earned his ire nonetheless.
"That make you feel better?"
A finger pressed against his nose.
Jem Fossk
But it earned his ire nonetheless.
"That make you feel better?"
A finger pressed against his nose.
Jem FosskOil & Water
She grinned, the the struggle of wills between her and the warden dispersing. "Yeah. Yeah it did." Her chest rose and fell, each breath grounding her a bit more into the moment. She could never fully relax though, nor would she with present company.
She couldn't tell if the hallucinations were bad today or if he just triggered them.
"Real conversion therapy, I think you unlocked it," she mocked, but there was little malice attached to her words. This seemed to be coming directly from Jem, who was known to be sassy even before her father.
The warden's grip around her loosened, matching the energy she put out. She stood on her own two feet again and fixed the twisted manner of her shirt. There, that was better.
She rose her chin at him and seemed to look him over for the first time. "Where did he find you anyways?"
She couldn't tell if the hallucinations were bad today or if he just triggered them.
"Real conversion therapy, I think you unlocked it," she mocked, but there was little malice attached to her words. This seemed to be coming directly from Jem, who was known to be sassy even before her father.
The warden's grip around her loosened, matching the energy she put out. She stood on her own two feet again and fixed the twisted manner of her shirt. There, that was better.
She rose her chin at him and seemed to look him over for the first time. "Where did he find you anyways?"
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He found a faint smile form across his face, amused even in the circumstances. Less bitter than all the times that came before whenever it concerned Jem, now on the horse as she found herself stuck amidst the dust for now; no doubt to climb out of it soon and become a burden to him and all his insecurities once more.
"Coruscant," Corin answered as he leaned further backwards than what was needed, all in an effort to cease the flow of blood. "Some Senate fiasco, I wanted to see it for myself and instead I found him. Rather, he found me." He continued on with his head tilted backwards, to then come forwards and look to Jem. "But where does one not only find but recruit the daughter of a Sith Lord anyways?"
Ever so insensitive.
Jem Fossk
"Coruscant," Corin answered as he leaned further backwards than what was needed, all in an effort to cease the flow of blood. "Some Senate fiasco, I wanted to see it for myself and instead I found him. Rather, he found me." He continued on with his head tilted backwards, to then come forwards and look to Jem. "But where does one not only find but recruit the daughter of a Sith Lord anyways?"
Ever so insensitive.
Jem FosskOil & Water
Jem's lip curled up at the snark.
"A mission. I joined up on my own, he caught me." It sounded cooler, but what she didn't mention was the saving, the roof falling... the broken heel. Never mind the fact that she wasn't allowed to be there to begin with-- that part might be guessed from her phrasing.
She watched him stanch the flow of blood and added, almost self-consciously, "The dad thing came afterwards." It was hard to say when exactly her pallor complexion had grown warmer, but it became obvious when the silver hues dropped back to a lusterless gray-- a clear indication of mood to anyone that understood Fierrorros.
She turned from him and brushed her hands over the dried wall.
"...How is he?" She asked, her back remaining to him.
"A mission. I joined up on my own, he caught me." It sounded cooler, but what she didn't mention was the saving, the roof falling... the broken heel. Never mind the fact that she wasn't allowed to be there to begin with-- that part might be guessed from her phrasing.
She watched him stanch the flow of blood and added, almost self-consciously, "The dad thing came afterwards." It was hard to say when exactly her pallor complexion had grown warmer, but it became obvious when the silver hues dropped back to a lusterless gray-- a clear indication of mood to anyone that understood Fierrorros.
She turned from him and brushed her hands over the dried wall.
"...How is he?" She asked, her back remaining to him.
The Sith’ari
“Dead. Burning in Chaos. You saw to that… oh you mean Dagon.. compassion for your master, how thoughtful.”
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"He's..." Corin trailed, an uncertain tone to his voice as it carried on for a time. "Hard to measure an idea of that." He confirmed as his features twisted into one filled with a need for recollection, and a hand scratched at the rear of his neck. "Him and I, we talk but... Not about that. It hurts, I can tell that much, but I'm no counsellor to heal all emotional wounds."
He almost sounded dismissive.
Jem Fossk
He almost sounded dismissive.
Jem FosskThe Sith’ari
“Twist the knife. He’s no Gaelor.”
Oil & Water
"Sounds like him," she answered tightly. Burning father, closed off mentor. At least some things in life remained consistent. Jem's shoulder pulled in, coiling around the voice.
"He's dead, right?" She asked abruptly, brow pulled in as she glanced back at him. She hated everything about this boy, but she knew that he was the only one here with no reason to lie to her.
"It wasn't some smoke mirrors, a stupid act that you all fell for-- after I--... ... he died, right?" Her tones were urgent, desperate for confirmation that all of this pain was for something.
And the voice inside her was not anything more than lingering corruption punishing her for what she was. Her heart stuttered erratically in her chest, worried she wouldn't like the answer.
"He's dead, right?" She asked abruptly, brow pulled in as she glanced back at him. She hated everything about this boy, but she knew that he was the only one here with no reason to lie to her.
"It wasn't some smoke mirrors, a stupid act that you all fell for-- after I--... ... he died, right?" Her tones were urgent, desperate for confirmation that all of this pain was for something.
And the voice inside her was not anything more than lingering corruption punishing her for what she was. Her heart stuttered erratically in her chest, worried she wouldn't like the answer.
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His memories of a hundred words hand-crafted with care flooded into his mind. It was that need, no- habit of the Jedi to make such kind remarks, the sort that entered a soul and healed all wounds. Or so the intent was. Corin stood there, a moment of silence then a moment more overcame him as he stood rather stone-faced towards Jem. He could have said a thousand words of a similar nature, or rather maybe should have. But Corin was a bad Jedi as it was, blunt and callous at the best of times.
"He's dead." Seemed to be all he could muster, no matter the conviction in his voice. "There's no more Sith'ari, all of them retreated into their little corner of the Galaxy."
Jem Fossk
"He's dead." Seemed to be all he could muster, no matter the conviction in his voice. "There's no more Sith'ari, all of them retreated into their little corner of the Galaxy."
Jem FosskOil & Water
Jem grunted and looked away, her vision clouding over as she pretended to be absorbed in the stone before her. In truth her thoughts were a thousand miles away, on the father she had killed and the plans that would never come to be. There was nothing anyone could say to make it right; Jem appreciated that he didn't try.
You have lost, she told
Darth Solipsis
with quite conviction, and swallowed back the guilt. Her father had died many years ago, and not to her hand. She closed eyes and rocked forward, practicing @valery's grounding technic.
"You can go," she offered to Corin, eyes opening as she hefted the stone. "I'll say you came-- did you part-- perfect jedi, yadda yah." And he would be free and clear. Why else would he come here, if not because he was told to.
"Bring my Azuri t-shirt next time and I'll tell them you helped balance my chii." She snorted. She'd sooner juggle a bowling ball ontop of a wookie.
You have lost, she told
Darth Solipsis
with quite conviction, and swallowed back the guilt. Her father had died many years ago, and not to her hand. She closed eyes and rocked forward, practicing @valery's grounding technic."You can go," she offered to Corin, eyes opening as she hefted the stone. "I'll say you came-- did you part-- perfect jedi, yadda yah." And he would be free and clear. Why else would he come here, if not because he was told to.
"Bring my Azuri t-shirt next time and I'll tell them you helped balance my chii." She snorted. She'd sooner juggle a bowling ball ontop of a wookie.
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Corin breathed out a huff with a small, uncertain smile. "Perfect." He balked softly, somewhat unconcerned as to the truth behind it. Flawed, that was Corin, but not broken. Yet. He held onto the idea for a moment more as his feet shuffled across towards the entrance made into an exit, and with a hand settled onto the arch Corin turned his head over his shoulder a final time.
"See you 'round, Jem."
For better or worse.
Jem Fossk
"See you 'round, Jem."
For better or worse.
Jem Fossk
