Mystic Vision

[Vereshin]

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Shadows shifted across vertical stripes between the ajar eyes of the sleeping mystic. The afternoon sun waned through stained glass and every knock at his door sent a jolt through his spine. Silence hung over the tower room, interrupted by the subconscious stirring buzz created by his mind to fill a noiseless void. His eyelids moved from their clammy vice and watched grey forms shift across the darkness. Warmth welcomed him, lived in and soft. The rare, discrete pleasure taking place between the moments of waking and coherence subsided. The knock at the door grew louder and he awoke with a brief shock.

Pulling himself from the chaise, Vereshin waved a hand towards his servant who hovered in the doorway, dismissing her away to open the door. The dark mage picked up his cat from the foot of of the chaise and hugged his head to his face, rising from his feet and setting the cat on the floor. While Ana received the guest downstairs, Vereshin retreated to the bathroom to refresh and wash his face. His inner robe trailed along the tiles of the antique bathroom briskly and he splashed himself with cold water, running his fingers through his hair and slicking the inky tresses back over.

Vereshin moved back into the lounge room and found his clothes, a plain grey shirt a suit pants, which slipped into beneath a black cardigan. A necklace baring a crystal pendant hung around his neck and silver rings sat on his fingers. He brushed back his hair ans scaled the stairs to meet his guest, stopping above the last few steps to behold the features of [member="Anora Demici"]. The young woman requested his services in deciphering her strange dreams and sensations, a task Vereshin pursued with interest. The host stood at the spiral staircase and extended a wrist forward, beckoning Anora towards him and up the stairs.

"Hello Miss Demici. Please follow me." He spoke softly to the woman before turning around and allowing her to follow. Vereshin lead Anora into his study in the floor above where two cosy black armchairs sat on either side of a table. "Would you like a cup of tea?" He gestured for her to sit down, before moving around the back of the chair and snapping his fingers to create a violet spark and reached over the hearth to light sage incense and black candles. Arcane devices and trinkets fell from the ceiling over scores of books and papers sprawling over shelves.

 

[H3xle]

Anora approached the residence she had been directed to, the strange happenings in the past several missions she has taken part in finally weighing enough on her mind to seek help. She didn't want to go to her superiors, she didn't know what the visions and feelings on the battlefield were about, and she didn't want to shake their confidence in her. Especially not after losing half her squad during the Silver Jedi invasion of Mirial. That they hadn't been expecting to meet Jedi commandos while out securing civilians was only a small note, Legion special forces were trained to be ready for anything.

The occurrences of the strange premonitions and such on the battlefield had only heightened after Mirial. Anora knew she needed to figure something out. If it was force sensitivity, she figured she'd know about it, be able to control when it manifested in some way. She prided herself on her discipline, on her absolute control over herself. She didn't think it could be that, she had no control over when it happened, no matter how much she tried to clamp down mentally on it.

A sergeant in the barracks she was stationed in currently had told her about a friend who knew a person who could set her up with a discreet somebody to help her look into it. It sounded shady, but the word discreet shouted out to her, and she grasped at the possibility of figuring out what was going on.

She approached the address, moving with a sense of purpose, as she was in uniform, if not in armor. As she gained the porch, her hand extended, and she knocked once. Then she knocked twice, a bit harder. She was about to knock a third time, when the door opened, and an obvious servant ushered her into an entryway. She was opening her mouth to speak, to introduce herself and ask about her appointment.

"Hello Miss Demici. Please follow me."

Came a voice from the stairwell. Anora turned with a small smile and inclined her head.

"Thank you." She followed the man that she assumed was who she was here to meet.

"Would you like a cup of tea?"

"No, thank you. I'm trying to quit." She replied, a smirk forming on her lips. It seemed she was always trying to quit something, and it had turned into a bit of a joke with the command staff on her last naval command. Now her best camaraderie came during morning PT with the other special forces operators. It was a close knit group, however, and she was still the outsider.

Anora looked around the room, taking in the books, knick-knacks, and doo-dads as she slipped into the proffered seat and crossed her left leg over her right. She rested her hands on her raised knee, and finally looked back at [member="vereshin"] and smiled.

"So...is this like a shrinks office, and I tell you what has been happening or is there some..." Her right hand raised and made a circle in the air as if casting a spell. "Arcane...stuff you need to do..."

To say this was unfamiliar territory for the usually very self-controlled woman would be understating the fact. Her eyes did not stray from the Sith Knight, but it was obvious she was uncomfortable.

 

[Vereshin]

Thunder rolled outside of the Bastion townhouse and drops fell loudly against the violet diamond panes. Vereshin's servant offered to take Anora's coat as he ushered her into the small lounge room. Brushing down the front of his black cardigan with one hand, he felt the shape of his glasses hanging from the collar above his grey skirt and unhooked discretely, sliding them over his ears and peering through the oval rims over the Imperial soldier. As she refused the cup of tea, he blushed slightly and waved his hand to dismiss the servant.

"Alright then, please sit down." Vereshin sat down in one emerald, leather chair before a shimmering glass orb sitting on a stand in the center of the table. He hovered a thin hand over the surface while Anora sat in the chair opposite to him. He held a hand over his mouth as he chuckled in response to her comparison, failing to quite understand whether her statement was intended to be humorous."Not exactly, but I will do my best to help." As she waved her hand to mimic the casting of a spell, Vereshin turned slightly red and turned away, realizing the soldier was not accustomed to the practices of a sorcerer.

"Just relax, I promise I do not bite." Comfortably nestling back into his chair, the Dark Side scientist raised a thick eyebrow over the rimless edge of his glasses and placed a hand against the air in a calming gesture. A mischievous curve dented the end of his mouth while he paused. "Mostly." Dimples etched into his pallid cheeks. The door opened and his servant reappeared carrying a tray of silverware. She set down the teapot and cup on the side table next to his chair and motioned to grip the handle. Vereshin quickly stopped her, desiring to wait until the tea had sufficiently infused.

"Anora, my name is Vereshin, though you may call me Vi." He leaned forward and perched his hands at the level of his chest, entwining his fingers in pensive thought. Although his face stared towards the woman, his eyes did not make direct contact with hers and darted cautiously from one wall to the other. He offered his nickname to make her feel more comfortable although the glass in the crystal ball began to darken and shift to a pearly indigo. "Please describe the otherworldly sensations or visions you have been experiencing." He moved a hand over the glass as he spoke, swiftly transforming the smoke to a transparent clear. All the while he preened Anora's mind in effort to detect any disturbance in her dormant presence.

[member="Anora Demici"]