How to turn in a mass murderer...

[Matreya]

Standing amidst the people of Val'halla, was one humongous Andolith. Oddly taller and thicker then the average, but making it ever more the odd sight. If one could see it. Had it not been the most dedicated Stealther to hit the Fringe and Sith alike, as well as a criminal wanted for the attempted murder of approximately a billion people while being indeed responsible for killing a larger number than should ever be counted.

Why would someone whom had done something so drastic even attempt to show himself? Because Kasamann was broken. Mentally more so then physically. But none the less, he was damaged beyond repair.

At one time, Zaiden had built this place with those few Fringers at the time. But then repeated trauma hit him to hard, and out popped Tenebrae, the personality that led him to such causes and to attempt such horrendous acts. After came Penumbra, another Dark entity, this one cause of the proclaimed 'Godlihood' gifted by the Val'hallans. Kasamann was last, and by far the closest to the original, bearing a true sense of morals and a sense of right and wrong.

However, even to the Andolith, it was clear this wasnt working. He never was solidly in control. Last time Tenebrae came loose he attacked and attempted to kill to vets of the Fringe. But the worst was how easily he gained control. Almost no fight could be put up before the being was killing innocents and breaking free of that OP prison.

Since once more instating himself as dominant personality, Kasamann had done a few things. He went to check up on his clone, the being named Zander that now housed a copy of the original Zaidens memories and personalities. And now, he sought redemption.

He knew gaining back the being that was Zaiden, is an impossibility now. But with that knowledge found, it was ever more difficult the next step. Death could be found, but in the end Kasamann wanted to do good with the time he had left and prayed for life. Imprisonment would be a far worse punishment and one he feared the most.

But never the less, Kasamann looked to Pexim, Zaidens second in command and removed his Taozin amulet to which he placed in the lads hands, Hide this. Was all he said.

No longer hidden from the force, Kasamann expected the High Council would sense him and come forthwith. He prayed though that they noticed the entire difference that could be noted in his Signature: Far more light than could have been sensed in years.


(Ok so this is basically my redemption thread for Zaiden/Kasamann. I want him to be able to become useful once more, so he actually came here to offer servitude, and beg for aid in fixing his mentality)
[member="Rave Merrill"]
[member="Lucien Cordel"]
[member="Sargon Vynea"]
@Faenrovon the Radiant
[member="Kitt Solo"]
@Lord Exedo
[member="Anders Sivas"]
[member="Meret Blackmoon"]
[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Shinju]

Shinju couldn't sense but she had some force users for that. Why leave some things to chance while she stood there on her ship and let the servants finish securing her hard corset with skirt trails with her saber on her hip and she crossed her arms. "Take us down and lets see what there is. Have the ship prepared and soldiers ready for fun." She hadn't been here when the world was attacked but now walked keeping her hands ready to drain anything that got close.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

“We look for medicine to be an orderly field of knowledge and procedure. But it is not. It is an imperfect science, an enterprise of constantly changing knowledge, uncertain information, fallible individuals, and at the same time lives on the line. There is science in what we do, yes, but also habit, intuition, and sometimes plain old guessing. The gap between what we know and what we aim for persists. And this gap complicates everything we do.”​

I shut my book and glance off to the side, where Sparkles the Admin Droid stands in silence tallying a whole bunch of numbers I didn't have the gumption to learn myself. A nagging feeling hits the back of my neck, I rub it and walk off down the corridor of my ship, toward the small bridge. "Good afternoon Master, do you require a new trajectory?"

"Hey, Gilbert I told you it's okay to call me Anders, and not… not y-maybe yeah. Where are we headed?"

"Atrisia, Master." The droid clucks. Like a bird cluck. My droid clucked at me! Man, these Cestus guys weren't kidding when they said the Z line could be eccentric.

I huff and yank my hand through my hair, calling up my messages and a quadrant sphere. There's a pull toward Val'halla, and it feels familiar enough. "Shift us there. Where's Bucket?"

The droid mumbled and burbles, turning the ship around. In nearly enough time as it took for ships to get to distant places within the Fringe, I land my lifter shuttle in time to see [member="Lady Exedō"] already in attendance. For the moment I'm convinced having her so close isn't a terrible idea. Walking a step behind me is another in the long line of presents from Jared: a SC1 Battle Droid I painted in white and blue, named Bucket. My bodyguard.

Like heck I'm going toward [member="Kasamann"] without some form of bodily help. Hands in my pockets, I lean against the nearest hard surface and nod a greeting to my fellow Councillor and let my empathic & mental prowess shift and expand outward to this purple creature, whose mind was as foreign to it as another in the long line of empathic symbionts I've had coax through my brain through the years. My powers are growing but not mastered, they are a breath of the sun, of a calm and peace I'm only beginning to seep into the marrow and bone.

"Congratulations, you got the ears. Any particular reason the High Council should be meeting to talk with a traitor? Ah, first off: I'm as merciful a Councillor as you're going to get. Talk to me. Convince me."

 

[Matreya]

Without turning his head, Kasamann sensed the arrival of a long ago ally, Lady, it is good to see you are in full health. Consume anyone interesting recently? His voice was calm, not booming into their minds as per the norm, but rather trying to convey no hostility. No one likes an intruder in their heads, and there were so few Andoliths that they might not guess them all telepaths.

Anders, I see the power inside of you has grown quite potent. But do not worry. There are plenty of Masters, and other powerful entities on the way, and present, Kasamann paused to show the woman present her due respect, As well, no harm is in my goals today.

If I can, I would like all present and assumed to arrive, to leave peacefully. Ending his words with a small clomp of his hoof, Kasamann finally turned his one good stalk eye towards the duo in their own time.

They had to know something was different. A stealth master showing himself? There had to be an acknowledgable reason.

But by sensing your immediate use of your abilities, and be honest, the fear, I will choose to wait to say my part until the larger of the council shows.

[member="Anders Sivas"][member="Lady Exedō"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien also arrived deeming the plea of a traitor to be an internal affair. He strode into the room alone " lady Shinju, lord Anders a pleasure as always" he said politely before fixing his gaze on kasamann " it is a dangerous thing you do this day, many in the fringe seekmtonsee you dead ... I trust you have reason to take such risks?"

 

[Matreya]

Knowing the other councilors would arrive, if they so chose, on their own schedules, Kasamann began with a simple movement. Bending his right arm and slowly raising it upward, as the motion occurred he let his power flare to its full brilliance, and in doing so broke the light in a large dome around them all.

In a matter of minutes, they stood entrapped in a swirling mass of seemingly living shadows. As it branched upward to reach its peak at roughly 20 feet, it to ate up all people not important that found themselves within. To any concerned a simple scan of the Force would show them all fine and fully healthy, simply unknowing of the events partaking.

Welcome, to my Shadow Arena. Now, despite the name, I conjure it for no hostile means. Simply to know none can invade our privacy. No sounds nor sights will breach this sphere, going either way, as well none can see through or even see it itself, save those deemed worthy and those of high enough power. For all purposes, were somewhere else.

I come to those here, gladly receiving those few whom knew me long ago, to beg to earn redemption for my actions. My mind is broken. Its beyond that, my mind is laced with multiple personalities that are all their own person. While this may seem unnecessary to mention, it is. The others have fought and made my body decimate many beings and people. While Zaiden, the progenitor for this being, is no longer here, I am the closest to him and am seeking the aid of the only people that can be trusted to do something of this magnitude.

You come here seeking Zaiden, but instead before you is a weak and broken ghost of the once great man, a man whom fought many battles beside you Shinju as well as yourself Lucien. He was once beyond trusted by these people, he was allowed anywhere to do whatever he pleased with no questions.

No, i do not even deem it possible myself to rightfully return to such a position, nor would I. I want the lowliest position you can give, to be guarded at all times, to not be trusted. I want to earn back my rights and privileges.

As said though, in order to do so I seek those whom may aid in solidifying my ownership of this body. To keep the only sane one in here at the reins. Killing the other mentalities entirely might be to much. But I can deal with the speaking and the like that comes with a group mentality.

I guess your power actually might he useful to that end, Kasamann mentioned, his eye swiveling to Anders, But in order for this to be obtained, I need a chance...

If any were adept in the use of the telepathy, they would only sense the truth from the humongous centaur. He wanted to bring things back to what they should have been all along.

(Seriously though lol, if you guys give him a chance i plan to make him WAY more light side. Im going to retain a pinch of darkness and the like as he has dark personalities within, but he is going to be a real person again.)

[member="Lucien Cordel"] [member="Anders Sivas"] [member="Lady Exedō"]

 

[Yasha Cadera]

I scoff at this creature's words and my head shakes, hair scattering softly about my face. "[member="Lady Exedō"], doing well eh? Good to see you." As [member="Lucien Cordel"] comes in I could slap my cheeks and cry: Another fellow Councillor I'm more than happy to see. "Lord Cordel, I'm so glad you're at this shindig. Yeah, what Lucien said, risky business."

The situation is a touchy one. Before us is a mass murderer of his own repute, a man who has betrayed my beloved Fringe twice, done countless harm and continues to be a festering bane in the sides of many of my friends and family. As the shadows begin to morph, I step one foot back and my mental picture for all those concerned becomes a field of rich green grass as far as the eye can see. Everything else going on in my brain is blocked for the field of emerald ground cover, my own mind too far inward to reach. Telepathic communication? Sure, but sensing anything other than my own projected thought? Good luck. I do sense around for the people near us, checking on each to ensure they're ok then stepping closer to Lucien & Shinju.

"You know, normally I'm chill. Bit on the hyper nerves, but with upwards of hundreds of thousands of people chatting up my brain any second, I think that's allowed. Don't look at me and say 'aw, little Knightling, don't be scared'. Do not tell me how I feel. Especially when we're talking about someone who, honestly, has murdered millions of my people. The Fringe is my family and you were killing it. You were in battle with my loved ones. Again I have to congratulate you, you've gotten anger out of me and that's the least easy thing to do since unsticking peanut butter from the roof of an Ewok's mouth."

Hands out of pockets, I yank them through my dirty blonde hair and take a deep second to ponder [member="Kasamann"]'s words. "Multiple personalities…" I burst out laughing so hard I slap my own thigh, and wipe my eye with my thumb as I grow to control myself. "Oh buddy -- I get it. Seriously, out of anyone here I get the multiple personalities thing. Since the day I was born my mind would metamorphose into whatever the strongest personality in the room needed or wanted. Started with my mom grieving over a dead brother, I spent years of my life drifting through space symbiotically attaching and detaching from all manner of sentients in all manner of places, waking up days, weeks, sometimes months later going 'what happened? Where am I? Who am I?'. Wasn't until I met [member="Spencer Jacobs"] and [member="Jared Ovmar"] that I started getting control of it, and none too soon. I made mistakes." I take a glance at Lucien, giving him a nod. "I made dozens. But the point in this darling little anecdote: I made them. We might have that sort of brain, for me it's biological. I was born with it. For you, I'm guessing events turned your neural network into a clusterkark of epic proportions, but none of that absolves us from the consequences of our actions. We made them, you and I. We can fight and bicker and say 'I wasn't myself, I wasn't in control', but ultimately we were in control of the choice to fight it, the choice to get help, the choice to prevail. That choice may be what led you here, but don't blame your actions on something to give you pity.

You'll find none. Fess up and stop running. Even now calling us here, pitting us in a shadow theatre without asking permission, that's not okay. You're a highly dangerous and wanted individual, doing anything other than putting your hands on your head and crying uncle is suspect. You want mental help? You want healing for that brain I can give you that, but like all acts of grace it has a cost for the giver, as much as it has a cost for the receiver.

Reparation first, redemption second. You want the lowest rank, I'm sure there's a holy bunch of janitorial services we can find. Maybe make you into the new lunch lady, that's for the others to decide. You want help healing your mind, that's mine. I am very uniquely situated to be able to do so, if you're serious: pony up. Put your pride away and realize that voices or not, you're responsible for everything you've done. Not persona number three, but all you. Lucien's right, you're asking for a lot. It takes far more resolve and strength to be merciful than it does to find the beautiful purchase of anger. You'll get one chance from me. Tough love, dude. I dish it."

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Shadows dispelled around a figure garbed in a leather jacket, a t-shirt, and jeans. They seemed to flinch back from his form as he strode through them with a nonchalant stride. Why should he fear the creations when he did not fear their creator? Soft strobing telekinesis pushed away the shadows that insisted upon clinging until at last they parted before him like prophetic waters.

"Don't play his little games," the man's voice was cold, but carried undertones of mischievous humor, dark and dangerous.

The figure entered the room where all the others were gathered. His face was all sheer lines and high cheekbones. A handsome face, pale and framed by unkempt raven hair that tumbled over his ears and down his neck. Dark, arching brows stood over eyes of a pale, glacial blue. An expressive face, made for smiles and snarls, quick to laughter and quicker still to anger. A hint of the shifting unknown stood in his eyes, as if he hadn't decided what to do yet. This was a man of impulse who would one moment slap his love across the face and the next bring her flowers, all apologies.

"The only healing he needs," Mikhail Shorn continued, for it was he, "Is a lightsaber through his itty-bitty brain."

Eyes as cold as Hoth fixed on [member="Anders Sivas"]. Surely a series of thoughts were running through that healer's head right now. "Mikhail Shorn is a monster. Mikhail Shorn skates justice!" But Mikhail Shorn also kills monsters that no one else can. He was no High Councillor of the Fringe. He could not be so neatly categorized into a box. But he had come to see that Zaiden did not escape whatever form of justice the Fringe offered. Where Anders was the voice, Mikhail was the muscle.

"But if you really want to talk to him, let me show you how."

The Thronebreaker turned away from Anders to stare at the swirling shadows. He closed his eyes and the very air rippled with telekinesis that cajoled the wind and made it move. The howling Force Push swept away Zaiden's Shadow Theater, leaving only the real world.

"Zaiden, you piece of slime. Stop playing your pathetic little illusion games, or I'll tear you apart and throw your soul into the Netherworld to burn for eternity."

 

[Shinju]

Shinju looked around at the shadows and stared. "I can see the stars... millions of stars and I've named them all the same it is terribly confusing." Then she heard shorn and Anders speaking about games and killing. "Oh what are we talking about? Yes I think we can help him I even brought a saw so we can get in there and help him. We pop your top, play around a bit and see what makes things work."

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien listened as his colleges spoke and nodded to Mikhail, his friend was a welcome sight but not here, they would need to tread carefully. He thought for a moment "there was a time I trusted what you once were, I no longer trust you ... In fact if I had my way you would be on your way to an executioner at this very moment , however it seems my colleagues feel you deserve rehabilition and a second chance, I will allow you both of these only because you called us off your own volition but in order to prove your apperant remorce I want to know two things one who aided in your treason and what are the full names of ten of your victims and what have you done to reconcile with the families?"

Lucien wanted justice but justice was not always an easy goal to seek and it was an entity of many faces.

 

[Matreya]

Kasamann smiled as the Arena dissipated at Shorns entrance, but it once more swept back into its swirling mass. Tk master vs Light specialist, seeking to blow away bent light? It kinda didnt make sense.

But the instigation got its provocation. For his signature instantly darkened to a signature only [member="Ashin Varanin"] and [member="Morna Imura"] would recognize intimately. But that didnt cease so suddenly.

Hunching over, with both hands on his face, Kasamann battled. He wouldnt let Shorn ruin his chance to prove himself.

His voice came weak, a sign of internal conflict, You see Anders thats the thing. Your personalities are those from others. Other people who got inside your head. The beings inside of my head...they are unique. Tenebrae...the darkness...ask Ashin. Everyone respects and worships her. He is something else. She knew Zaiden better than anyone.

She was basically the Mother he never had. But then he showed himself and even attempted to kill her! These beings arent so simply controlled-

Instantly the voice shifted to a husky voice, No were not Kasamann. And I will get free

Shouting out in a combination of voices, Kasamann battled the pain ever more. Gods he hated Shorn (but ooc love him. Gotta admit lmao).

Slowly, he gained control once more. When he did, he reinforced the Shadow Arena which in his battle had waned.

Yes I brought up an arena without question. But as said, i am wanted by many and yearned for by few. To stand so abrasively in the open would warrant an attack from many.

I am trying to be something better. If my recent actions, months of drivin insanity, out weigh my years of servitude and loyalty, then maybe the Fringe simply isnt the best place for me anymore.

I came to get help, but there are other places. Honestly, i just expected some of us here would understand. Kasamann ended his speech, standing proud and tall.


[member="Lucien Cordel"] [member="Lady Exedō"] [member="Mikhail Shorn"] [member="Anders Sivas"]

 

[Lord Ghoul]

"You know the thing I love to hate about you, Zaiden?" Shorn hissed, spreading his arms wide so that his fingers touched the reforming shadows. "You never learn."

The Andolith's illusions of bending and refracting light created these shadows. The ability which powered them was the Force. The light being bent away was an exertion of energy. The flameless smoke and shadows that obscured the little group's vision were energy. And like most Force energy, it could be absorbed.

Mikhail inhaled sharply. Tendrils of shadows snaked up from the ground and into his nostrils as he took a long, long breath. He sucked the shadows into himself, and as he did his very body began to glow with a soft hue. His cold, blue eyes began to change as he called upon the Dark Side to fuel tutaminis. They took on a hue of liquid gold tinged by a blood-red at the edges. The eyes of a Sith.

The golden-eyed Sith Lord absorbed every scrap of shadow remaining from Zaiden's arena, dispelling it entirely. Mikhail's body trembled with the sheer amount of power he held. He felt as though his flesh was about to split apart at the seams. Shorn gritted his teeth and expelled the energy before it destroyed him. He reached splayed fingers out toward the ground. Lightning leapt from the tips of his fingers and hit the floor.

The whole area was bathed in vibrant blue as the lightning crackled forth, illuminating the faces of all present. As suddenly as it came, it ended, leaving smoke curling from the melted ground.

Mikhail's breath rose and fell in a deep, but even rhythm. "Stop trying to hide. You want redemption? Fine. But use the Force on us like that again and I will end you."

[member="Kasamann"] [member="Lucien Cordel"] [member="Anders Sivas"]

 

[Matreya]

(Wow. Didnt you once call me on doin the same thing to your specialty? Unless your a Master of tut, I dont think you should be able to absorb ALL of the conjuring done under anothers specialty. That is beyond OP.)

While the being absorbed his shadows, more filled its place. Never once did the arena shimmer or falter. Kasamann was the master, and progenitor of true Umbrakinetics. Yes the Thronebreakers TK was beyond powerful, but considering all of the bs Kasamann's writer had to put up with over having only a single specialty, it wasnt possible his opponent could absorb it all. It was Master vs Master, not Master v knight, thus it couldnt be so one sided.

I faced Ashin Varanin, simultaneously as I fought the one true Lord of Flames, do not think I fear you any longer Throne Breaker. Your specialty, I manipulate on a grander scale then Ive ever seen you attempt. In what way do you feel it possible you could absorb everything I hold when it comes to light and dark?

I wish you good luck.

As well, other councilors here, is this not a sign and testament of my drive to better myself? I have the perfect opposition here, powerful and cunning, yet instead I wish the being luck, knowing it could, and more then likely will, indeed end with him attacking me.

[member="Mikhail Shorn"]

 

[Lord Ghoul]

"Yeah, you fought Ashin. And Ashin killed you. I've fought you three times, horseboy, and beaten you three times. Last time, I cut you in half."

Mikhail's now liquid yellow eyes glinted amidst the darkness as Zaiden once more refilled the arena with shadows.

"Not being afraid of me doesn't make you stronger. It just makes you a bigger idiot. And are you seriously saying that just because you sit there and talk to me instead of attacking me that that somehow means you're a better person? Zaiden, man, scratch that - centaur, don't take this the wrong way, but buddy you have got some issues."

The Garhoon looked over at [member="Anders Sivas"]. "Can we just kill him already?"

 

[Matreya]

(Our last battle actually was about the time you faced Vornskr and the like during your decimating the Sith. Zaiden kept using the Force Cloak to hide every blaster shot as he fired at you, then moved till hidden to repeat.)

I am unwelcome, but a being claiming even worse then I myself, is allowed, and even gets to ask such questions? Anders, explain that logic one time to me. He has been a criminal since the day he found his power, I may have used them to my advantage but I also did a greater good then evil.

Mikhail, Im going to be blunt, get taller. Get bigger. I cant hear you from so far down there. Yes, they had faced, and yes Zaiden had lost, but Mikhail never left unharmed - save the time he waved the white flag to bring him in, simply to do the aforementioned cutting in half. Probably because he couldnt have otherwise.

Also, need I remind you, last we faced i put several shots into you as well. And left more or less unharmed, something you cant claim about the previous battles. Yes you cut me in half, because I was foolish and trusted you under your claims of no hostility. During a snow fight (ok from an occ pov, i did enjoy reading that. Not so much partaking in it lol) Now though, I wield far more power then even our last encounter.

Swishing his tail for a moment he continued, My new tail breaks the sound barrier with a single, unenhanced strike. I am the original conjurer of an entirely new form of Force Use, I reanimate dead through will.

No. My not fearing you has nothing to do with idiocy, rather supremecy.

[member="Mikhail Shorn"]

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Shorn rolled his eyes. "Blah, blah, blah."

He glanced at [member="Anders Sivas"]. "Just shoot him."

 

[Yasha Cadera]

The appearance of [member="Mikhail Shorn"] has my hackles up and my shoulders raised. My cheeks flush bright red and I stand behind Shinju. That's right. Shinju. In the subconscious regions of my mind, Shinju is somehow safer than the Thronebreaker. An image flashes across my consciousness: Mikhail Shorn in damaged armour and suddenly I feel that wracking pain in my legs - the pain of [member="Jared Ovmar"] before he disappeared from my senses completely. I gulp and run my hands over my jacket, shoving them in my pockets and shrugging my shoulders as I let out a thin exhale. It's him. The Thronebreaker. I hold back a gut-wrenched groan as I steady myself and pant a few breaths to control my breathing. Emphatically the knowledge comes that what I had perceived is true: Mikhail is responsible for the greatest pain I've known. He's responsible for the empty space in bed at night, and today he's responsible for being the buffer between myself and a mass murderer.

Doesn't mean in an odd way I'm relieved to see him. "I'll ah, take your word for it… actually… you may have a point, Shorn."

The blaster at my side is touched on by my slim telekinesis, Bucket walks forward a step, protecting its master.

"It's as indicative as a will to change as moving a rook on a chess board. Insanity is again, not an excuse. I told you once already to cut the force powers. They're making us tetchy. Oh [member="Lucien Cordel"] I wasn't saying mercy over justice. I was saying I'd help make him sane before we carry reparation out. No more complexes to hide behind. No excuses. He has to know exactly the deep level of it he's put himself in. Can you do it, [member="Kasamann"]? Can you name ten? Fifteen? You can't can you! [member="Mikhail Shorn"] hung me by the neck over 200 stories and at the moment I'm gunning for him!" The growing tensions are beginning to hit my gut in a twisting, sweltering mire. I dig my hands further into my pockets, the green field of my mind fluttering into an amber glen and I shut it out.

"Stop it!!" A wave of Force Persuasion filters out of my mind, twisting and striking out for each of them. Everyone but me is a Master, and I realize the degree of strength I've got is negligible in comparison, but I step between the two. "[member="Lady Exedō"], get the saw. I can fix the bits left over if there's enough worth fixing. Open his skull and give me a minute to check on his amygdala. Reanimating the dead!? That's your go to, your feathers get ruffled and you go to the violence you can inflict, the abominations you can create from the people you've murdered!? That is not the talk of the contrite!"

There's a blaster in my hand and I point it at the centaur. Bucket goes into defence mode, putting his body in front of mine and levelling both hands. "Lie down. Lie down, Zaiden. If you're true, lie the kriff down and surrender. I know Shorn can end you. He's ended greater than you! So help me, your grace is thin!"

 

[Shinju]

Shinju looked on at the two who were talking and raised an eyebrow as she opened up... More that pit in her gut tht fed from everything and slowly what she had learned from Spencer, from Ashin, from Velok came with her drinking deeply. Shorn was a telekinetic powerhouse who could absorb, Anders and Lucian skilled but she fed, she ate at the force and energies to satiate that gnawing hunger below until it burst forward and now... Now as Zaiden was using his shadows and force energies she lapped at them taking it all in while listening to them speak.

Her head turned to Anders with a laugh the madness in her eyes making them shine while a full smile reached her eyes and all sorts of scenarios played out of gorn. "This is very entertaining and everything but do we have a decision of what to do with him? We could kill him, I haven't had this kind of meat before and it looks delicious but he isn't really offering too much resistance. Just feeding me." Then she heard Anders and giggled holding the chainsword as it revved up letting her dance around a little while she held the blade in two hands.

[member="Kasamann"] [member="Mikhail Shorn"] [member="Lucien Cordel"] [member="Anders Sivas"]

 

[Lord Ghoul]

A cold smirk appeared on Mikhail's features. He could feel the emotions rippling from Anders, a kid who almost got him charged with assisted suicide. Apparently, it had made an impression. The Dark Side surged all around the three Sith Lords, Zaiden's shadow arena certainly adding to that chaotic miasma of energy. Just being around the intoxicating ambrosia made Mikhail heady with confidence and strength. He could feel the Dark Side drag forth his baser emotions. Right now, anger, irritation, and... murder.

The homicidal light gleamed in his unnaturally golden eyes. He listened. He could hear them. The beats of all their hearts. Part of his new gift, or curse, depending on how you looked at it. Being a Garhoon only amplified his predatory instincts. Yes, he could make them out now, steady rhythms. Save Anders. His was frightened and angry and... vulnerable. Mikhail was no empath, but he could feel weakness. The Sith had trained him never to show it. The Garhoon nature urged him to hunt it.

His breathing deepened. He sent Anders a psychic wave of approval tinged with his lust for violence. He wanted to see Zaiden die for what he'd done. It... affected him in ways he tried not to admit. For too long he'd pretended as though nothing could get to him. Well, it did.

Lucien, the only person who'd ever showed him an ounce of care. Spencer, the only person in the galaxy who had ever truly loved him. These were the people whom Zaiden had betrayed. And that caused a river of vengeance to burn right through the core of Mikhail. Touch the people he cared for, the woman he loved, and there would be nothing in the galaxy that could save you.

Lightning danced in between the fingers of his left hand. He would see Zaiden die, again, or he would take everything the fool cared about and crush it to dust.

 

[Matreya]

Holy feth. Are you kidding me? I have done everything including ic and occ making sure to emphasize he wants nothing more than to be good again. Now everyone wants to literally hack his skull open? Dude wtf? This is what the Fringe is like now? Really? 'Told you not to use your powers' every person here save Lucien is using them, but trying to make to make it easy to uphold secrecy and not have massess know something like this was happening, so technically protecting the civilians, plus explaining why he is no longer afraid of the obviously aggressive Throne Breaker, gets him to the point of death? Are you serious?

This is...I dont know what to call this. I understand the characters would have a serious hesitation at not trusting him, but he showed up with the main starter of saying he wanted everyone to feel safe, waited for others to show to help those hesitant, multiple times explained he was now in control and meant no harm towards anyone, which was evident through the force and everything. Thus you all now attacked someone, by rights whom is held responsible for being in the body of a killer. Should I attempt to kill Jared because was a personality in the head of a mass murderer?

At one time the Fringe was the place to be on the site, even though we didnt hold the highest masses, all the major players had an alt here. It was all ran fun, yet recently its been just depressing.

Consider this my complete resignation from the Fringe. You can say whatever lame thing you want about this whole thing, just means in the end you had to spend the time thinking of me to say it. Thats touching.

Come up with whatever 'escaped from the battle to awaiting ship' routine you want.