GhostOfProtocol
The OOC One
Oops, so I haven't been busy and forgot about this, not at all, sorry.
His one good eye blinked, not quite believing. He thought that this alchemy thing was going to grant power, he wasn't quite aware that it was going to begin burning at the pendant he'd just made. The mask blocked out the smell, but from the look on the Sith Lady's face it was clear something out there was bad. He watched the shadows like a child for a moment, fighting his body to keep a grip on the chant and the living force. The shadows were dream like, like a child dancing. They filled him with hope lightly, but they filled everything with dark, the embodiment of the darkside was in those shadows.
He blinked again. The force was giving him his answer, he was sure of it. It was everything the Sith Lady had explained, and he blinked, nodding to the Lady. It was her call, he wasn't sure what he was to be doing now that the force had answered him. He shuddered lightly, still pushing the living force onto the talisman like instructed. He hadn't been told to stop, and he didn't really want to stop if it meant his death.
"I have my answer. What then, is the next step my Lady"
[member="Darth Ophidia"]