Meeting of Minds

[Pinda Solthar]

It had been a very long time since the death of her mother, she harbors so much anger from that entire situation that it has caused her abilities to evolve. She discovered a new power which she hasn't enough control over to manifest it at will. This could only mean one thing...that she needed a master. Her last master, well disappeared...or at least thats what she told her father and everyone else.

She longed to make her father proud, and obviously her sadistic outburst weren't good enough for his approval. She still remembers the very day he walked into the burning orphanage and took her as his own. Memories that were forever burned into her psyche. However, she need tutelage, as her powers were increasing and her personality becoming twisted.

She was supposed to be the next pupil of the one who went by the name of Isely Verd, though he no longer was around, and all she knew of was a former acquaintance of his, who could probably take over where her master left off. All that was needed was for Dinah to make contact, and so she did. She sent a message to the Neuro-Saav Coorperate worker and explained the dilemma. If all was well, a place would be picked to where the younger lady would be sent to meet, hopefully, her new master.

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[member="Matsu Xiangu"]

(this one was a little hard for me to start up than I thought. Sorry if there isn't much to go off of)

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

Matsu sat back from her messages, leaning her back against the chair in her office and staring at the words some stranger had written her. Isley Verd. Now there was a name she hadn’t heard or read in years. She was sure that somewhere in the Galaxy people still spoke of him, but she did her very best to forget him. He was a stain on her history, an ugly blight of social problems and strange proclivities.

He was best left forgotten.

And yet here he was, plaguing her. At first her instinct was to close the message and never respond. It would have been easier, less problematic for her in the long term. She didn’t owe this girl anything. And yet…wouldn’t it be better to take someone that Verd would have chosen to ruin, to stunt, to hold back until they were something small and there to do his bidding…wouldn’t it be better to make them something he would have hated? Powerful?

It gave her life to besmirch his memory.
She smirked, leaning forward and answering the message quickly.

[SIZE=12pt]Annaj.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]72 hours.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]The plaza in the Vashan Sector.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]- MX[/SIZE]

[member="Dinah Winters"]
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[Pinda Solthar]

As she sat there in the Plaza all she could do was go back to thinking when she read that reply she recieved from the woman she was supposed to meet. She was in the solace of her room when she was given the message to read. In front of the fire she read the reply that came out to be:

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[SIZE=12pt]Annaj.[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=12pt]72 hours.[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=12pt]The plaza in the Vashan Sector.[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=12pt]- MX[/SIZE]​

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Her eyes scanned the paper a couple of times possibly searching for more that she knew wasn't even there. then she dispatched it inot the fire, and gathered her things. When she younger her fathr had a asay so over who trained her, and it was upon his creed that she began tutelage under those people; people who were under his influence. She had a twisted love for her father, it was so dear, yet she had a knowledge of the things he did to others. He saw most people as pawns, even his children to a degree, and she knew this because her personality was exactly like his at this point in her life.

She left Panatha and quickly headed to meet this woman. As she stood there, she saw an abundance of people scattered and walking. her head was tilted and her hair covered her face, though if one looked close enough they would be able to see her eyes. She was an adult now, she had grown into the figure. While she watched the people pass by she would read their thoughts, but only going deep enough to scratch the surface.

[member="Matsu Xiangu"]

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

She hadn’t been entirely sure what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t a tow-headed girl with a particularly somber look about her. Matsu knew it was her partly because of how little she was moving but intently she was searching, and partly because she was reading the very surface of her thoughts. She felt it rude to pry any deeper than that without due cause (amusing, Matsu thinking something is rude when she is the epitome of not knowing when to stop, of going too far only to realize someone was dying in front of her).

Vashan Sector was one of Annaj’s busiest plazas and Matsu found it best to meet there when she did not know what to expect. Granted, that had not stopped an entire team of mercenaries from chasing her through it once, or a Sith Lord from stalking her through the streets, but it was altogether a safer bet than inviting someone in to her home or office to meet. The planet itself wasn’t much to look at, a city half industrial and half residential surrounding the largest spaceport, which in turn gave way to swamps that covered the majority of the planet. And all of it was overseen by deep, blood-red skies.

She was sitting on a bench, a dress that had cost a small fortune skirting over the ground as she crossed her legs and resting her cheek on her fingers, observing the girl. This must be why she had sought Matsu out if her first instinct was to touch other’s minds.

In turn, Matsu reached out herself. “You must be Dinah. I’m on the bench,” she said softly, telepathically, raising her durasteel claws in a wave. (Beware the wolf in sheep’s clothing.)

[member="Dinah Winters"]​

 

[Pinda Solthar]

She had her arms crossed, and bit her lips as she strolled the minds of others. It gave her some sort of fix when she felt like she could dominate others. She loved it, and then she felt someones else's voice in her head, it definitely wasn't hers, it made her feel just slightly uncomfortable in the beginning because she wasn't quite sure where it came from. Though overtime she knew what it was like to hear other voices, its just been a long time since she wasn't able to filter them out. That meant another was near, one who was touched by the force, and had a niche for telepathy.

Then came the words, thats when she came to a revelation. Well now, it seemed her new mentor had arrived. When she turned around with a rather devious smirk on her face she saw the woman on a bench not to far from her. From her initial glance it seemed she loved the finer things as she did. Hmmph.

She turned and walked over, putting on one of those ominous, innocent, school girl smiles on. She removed the hair from her eyes, pushing it behind her ears, an then clasped her hands behind her back.

"yup, thats me. And your Matsu I presume?" She said motioning with her hands now as she spoke. Then she raised and eyebrow, "Well obviously your Matsu, who else would you be? I doubt anyone else here knew my name or why I was here." She said finishing her statements.



[member="Matsu Xiangu"]

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

There was something sinister about the smile on Dinah’s face – like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, Medusa hidden behind blond instead of snakes – that appealed to Matsu.

The Atrisian had been born wrong. She was not the product of a terrible upbringing, childhood tragedy, or anything of the sort. There was something simply missing, some part of her biology that equipped others with a sense of right and wrong, morality. Really, the idea was laughable to her – only the strong survive. And weren’t they all prepared to kill? If someone needed a set of rules to govern how to behave around others, how to treat them in a decent fashion – then what did that say about people?

However, a smile like that meant nothing. Anyone could put on a brave face. Matsu required two things of her apprentices: loyalty and dedication. The loyalty came with time (she did not expect to be accepted at face value, that spoke of weakness) but the dedication could be proven immediately.

“I am Matsu,” she said, wanting to ask about Verd but at the same time pushing him back to the dusty corners of her mind where he belonged. “Now tell me, what made you seek me out? Verd had dozens of apprentices, most of which stayed around far longer than I did. Any of them could be better suited.” Matsu was a master of the mind and quickly getting a handle on sith magic, but what she truly wanted to know was whether Dinah knew what she was getting herself in to.

The path Matsu read was not a...gentle thing.

[member="Dinah Winters"]​