Settling Dusk (Dominion Sith)

[Grace Darkson]

"You want this, Grace Darkson?" The voice was ethereal, hollow. It seemed to sound from all around her, and maybe even in her head. She smiled, holding a small vial of blood in her hand. Uncapping it, she took a small sip. In any other circumstance, the look of disgust on her face would have been comical.

"Yes." Her tone held a steel, and as she poured the crimson onto the stones below. "Now let me focus." Her eyes closed, and the words began to poor off her lips. "Dzara ki an sis aiksosûti," she muttered, the words rolling off her tongue as if they were practiced. "Mazo anas nu kiha sirjik oi dzis isatratsa" The two phrases repeated as she knelt, the stones absorbing the vitae as she slowly stood.

"It is done, then." The voice returned, hammering on the inside of her mind. "You are one of us now."

"Or, I will be upon death." She corrected, smiling. Well, that was done.

The other Sith would arrive soon. The Temple, her temple, would see if they were fit for the Order.

[member="Cairyn Midore"] | [member="Jack Anderson"] | [member="Darth Exode"] | [member="Darth Rage"] | [member="Darth Morzas"] | [member="Ra'a'mah"]

 

[Cairyn Midore]

As per the apparent usual, Cairyn was one of the first to arrive, skipping as he did so, the holocron in his hand, the arm it belonged to swinging loosely from side to side. "Sithy Lady--Wait" he stopped in his tracks, impatiently waiting for Jack. "Whadja say her name was? Brace?" Regardless of whether or not that was her actual name, it was good enough for him. Turning his back on his compatriot once more, he resumed his skipping, varying in height and speed as it suited him. "Brace! We got this weird pyramid thing!"

[member="Lady Psyona"] | [member="Jack Anderson"] | [member="Darth Exode"] | [member="Darth Rage"] | [member="Darth Morzas"] | @Ra'a'mah

 

[Darth Exode]

Ravana simply strutted into the temple, merely leaning against a wall, wearing a new fur coat, waiting for [member="Darth Morzas"] to show up with the necklace. Hopefully Ra would show up soon. She always makes these things less full.

[member="Jack Anderson"] | [member="Cairyn Midore"] | [member="Lady Psyona"] | [member="Darth Rage"]

 

[Klesta]

OOC: This thread occurs within Yula's lifetime, prior to her death.

IC: From that trip in the Shadowlands, Yula's memory of [member="Darth Exode"] was related to just how she could somehow use Ravana's brain for her own hysterical reasons, because pheromones, she would say. She would remember fondly how using Drain Knowledge has never been more pleasant, and may never be unless she did it on someone else that had a lot of brainpower. That someone, like Ravana, would also have a lot of knowledge, and ideally that person would also have a fast brain, like me; such a fast brain would often be pretty sexy in the Force because the person had a pretty well-trained brain to begin with, she thought, while thinking of the whole experience which, for some reason, would trigger that particular memory when Ravana was with her. Again, she does realize a terentatek hide is pretty bulky, and for this reason, she kept it in reserve aboard her Neimoidian Yacht. Thus she proceeds to put the necklace on herself, wearing it in sight of both [member="Cairyn Midore"] and [member="Lady Psyona"].

"Lady Psyona, I have returned with the necklace, but the terentatek hide may prove a little... bulky to carry around"