Discipline meets Fire (Jericho)

[Zayani Brin]

Mustafar. A dead world, yet so alive, nothing can live on it. So many memories filled Lexa's mind as she stood on its barren surface. Memories of happiness. A happiness that made her feel pain. She stared out across the vast lava lake, stroking the lava Kyber crystal that was the centerpiece of her onyx pearl choker. The choker her husband had made for her. Morna. It had been a total of four years since she had lost him, but the wound it had left her felt as fresh as if it had just happened. She could never forget it. It was always there. And it made her feel numb yet agonized all at once.
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[Jericho]

He didn't like this planet. The environment was disgusting. Distasteful. Crude. But something compelled him to come here, could it be because a former mentor? The one who had taught him the way of fire? What was the man's name again? Mona...Mora? Morna.....That's right. Morna Imura, a master fire shaper turned sith lord. Jericho wasn't around the man after he learn fireshaping from him but word had reached his ear that Morna Imura had fallen in battle. Hopefully it was glorious for the man's sake any way, was his death the reason he felt the need to return to a desolate planet as this? Possibly. With hovered and gentle touch of his feel to the warm ground he made his way, aimlessly. He didn't stop until he caught a scent through his mask and followed it coming across a woman with a dark aura around her, almost smiliar to his but his was slightly lighter. He hand onto his saber ready for a battle. Physically she was staring at a lava lake, but as he came closer he notice her eyes, they were staring not into the lake but into an abyss. He lowered his hand from his saber, "Who...Are you?" He stated calmly.
[member="Lexa Imura"]

 

[Zayani Brin]

Lexa didn't answer the man at first. She didn't even acknowledge him. She continued staring out beyond her sight, lost in thought. Finally, her voice came to her. "I don't know anymore," She said simply. Her voice was distant and soft. She glanced at him once, her light brown eyes appearing hollow and lifeless. Then, she turned, and began slowly walking along the shore.
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[Jericho]

This was fairly awkward to Jericho, he was unsure on how to react to a person like this. All he knew was war and learning and very little about emotion. Though he has had his fair share of social activities, this would be a new experience for him. A seemingly dark jedi or possibly sith roaming around sadly? He was used to, 'I'll kill you Jedi!' or no words at all and only the sounds of saber. As she started to walk, he could help but to grab her and forced her to face him. Great, now he looked like the bad guy and was unsure what to say at this point. So he did what he did best, be Jericho. "I am Jericho, now what is your name?" He stated calmly.
[member="Lexa Imura"]

 

[Zayani Brin]

Lexa's momentary lapse in time would abruptly end when the man grabbed her wrist and spun her around. She yanked her arm away, coming back to the present. Her face became cold and emotionless. "Why should I tell you?" She asked flatly.
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[Jericho]

That was a very good question, normally, Jericho wasn't even the type to ask people their names and such. So he honestly wasn't sure on how to answer her question to him for a moment. But he kept his usual calm and equally emotional-less look. "Courtesy, I suppose. Since I gave you my name."

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[Zayani Brin]

Lexa took this into consideration. "Alright then. I am Lexa." She replied. She didn't quite understand why that had required stopping her, but then again, she didn't know this Jericho. His aura felt a bit lighter than hers. But only a little. She began walking again.
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[Jericho]

Lexa. An interesting name, for a very disinterested woman. Disinterested, meaning she cared little for the world around her as well as him. After she introduced herself, the woman was compelled to walk away once more. The monster of a lorrdian man was again awe-struck, standing at 6'5 and weighing at 225, most would stay put, get into a fighting stance, if not at least run away in fear. But the woman just walked, rather casually at that, again he stopped her but this time without touch just merely walked in front of her. "Why must you move, so casually?" He said realizing the words that came out of his mouth would probably seem odd.
[member="Lexa Imura"]

 

[Zayani Brin]

Lexa looked him directly in the eyes. "Would you rather I danced?" She said cooly. Honestly, what kind of person would ask that question? Was it because of his size? As if that could daunt her. She had a padawan that was at least nine feet tall with six arms and glowing marks all over his skin, and even then she wasn't in the least bit frightened. Or even concerned, for that matter. She felt the urge to move around him and just keep walking. She stayed put, however, just staring at him.
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[Jericho]

That would be a sight, if she danced, he may of enjoyed it more than he should. But he assumed that she mean't that sarcastically, and again he didn't know what to say at this point. She started into his eyes and he into hers. Both near emotionless and the more he looked, the more beautiful she became to him though he was unsure the reason as to why that was. But this compelled him to take of his mask to reveal his face. As a lorrdian, body language meant alot and showing one's face by his standard was an intimate thing to do. Whether or not she was going to catch on was on her. But he merely stood, his eyes staring deeply into hers.
[member="Lexa Imura"]

 

[Zayani Brin]

When Jericho removed his mask, Lexa's brow would go upwards ever so slightly. He wasn't bad-looking, that was for sure. But she didn't focus on this. She instead focused on his eyes. A deep, dark brown. They almost reminded her of falling into something. "Why did you come here?" She asked.
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[Jericho]

"I don't know why but I felt like I needed to be here to pay my respects to a former master of mine. Why are you here?" He stated calmly to her.
[member="Lexa Imura"]

 

[Zayani Brin]

Lexa looked down at the ground for a moment. Why had she come? All that was here for her was pain. Pain from a life that she'd lost. Was she searching for answers? Closure? Or was she actually searching for the pain? Truth be told, she was glad it was there. It proved that what she had had was real. That it had existed. That he had existed. "Re-living memories," Was the only reply she could muster.
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[Jericho]

"I see...." He said calmly putting his mask back on. "Then, you wish to be alone?"
[member="Lexa Imura"]

 

[Zayani Brin]

Lexa turned her gaze to the bright lava near them. "No..." She said softly. She'd already been alone. it didn't help at all. In sm=ome ways, it just made things worse.
[member="Jericho"]

 

[Jericho]

He didn't expect that answer, he was about to turn and walk away with his mask on. But she stated no, she wanted his company, so he stood quietly next to her unsure what to say now. So he did as a lorrdian would rather than what he would, he raised his arm and wrapped it around her shoulder and brought her close to him. What her body language was telling him, she was lonely and she wanted to be held, so there he was holding closely.
[member="Lexa Imura"]

 

[Zayani Brin]

Lexa tensed as Jericho's arm pulled her into a kind of half-hug. She wasn't used to hugs, no matter how many times they happened to her. But, she didn't stop him. In a way, it was comforting to her. It made her feel less alone. And for here, that was a big thing. She let her head lean against him. "Thank you..."
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[Jericho]

"You.....Are.....Welcome." He said with his steady voice though, it was obvious he wasn't sure what to do next. He wasn't exactly the comforting type. Nor was he the type of person to pry into another person's life. It was strange, her aura was dark and yet....She seem so.....He couldn't think of the word to describe the woman that was leaning within this grasp. So instead to thinking he merely stayed silent.
[member="Lexa Imura"]

 

[Zayani Brin]

For a long time, she just stood there under his arm. The fact that he was there at all made this a lot better for her. Finally, she gently stepped away from him. She didn't know if he would leave or if he would stay, but he had been there for a time, and that was enough for her. She went to the edge of the lava lake. She sat down on her legs and reached her hands down. They dipped into the glowing redness, coming back up with a glop in between their palms. They didn't even look red, despite the fact of how hot the lava was.
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[Jericho]

A fire shaper, she was a fire shaper as he was. The only reason he could tell is because shapers weren't affected by heat as most would unless truly adapted to it. Seeing that he could not help the urge to fire shape. He tapped into the darker side of the force but created something beautiful out of it, a fire construct of a dove flew around her and dissipated gracefully with an ended whip ending back to him.
[member="Lexa Imura"]