To Ashes [Carnifex | Open]

[Darth Carnifex]

The Dark Lord's mouth curdled into a frown of displeasure at the notion of being sassed by a lowly Doctor such as [member="Irajah Ven"] despite the praise he had given onto her only moments prior in the company of [member="Imka Larue"]. At first he didn't say anything, he let his burning gaze peer deeply down at the diminutive doctor before he finally raised his right hand up ever so slightly and flexed his fingers in a gripping motion. At that same moment an invisible pressure would latch itself around Irajah's neck, clamping down tightly to shut off her airway to the point where no oxygen could reach her lungs. He held that gesture for several seconds, letting Irajah's torment carry on until the point was reached where her head would begin to swim as stars exploded into existence in her sight. Only then would he release his hold upon her, letting her fall to the ground sputtering and gasping for air.

"I would have assumed that someone of your talents, Doctor Ven, would have been able to work through any challenge for the good of the patient. Are the accolades heaped upon you misplaced, Doctor? I certainly hope not unless you wish to usher yourself into a state of replaceability."

[member="Lara Andar"]​

 

[Darth Sibilus]

Lara's hand was idly brushing her chin when the others entered the room, and continued until their presence had been announced by the Sith Lord escorting the lady. A slight seated bow was offered toward her superior, as even inside a grotty medical bay appearances must be maintained. The Duchess' steely eyes did not linger on the brute of a man for long, instead being drawn towards the woman speaking to her.

Lara was slightly taken aback by her choice of greeting, a simple hello would have sufficed. "Duchess Lara Andar, and who, may I ask, are you?" the woman replied tracing her finger idly in the soft fabric adorning the chair she was sat upon. The voice of Irajah sounded from each of the speakers in the corners of the room, a clear tone of dissatisfaction present.

She was not particularly surprised with the gesture the King replied with, since deceased staff appeared to be a regular occurrence upon the Ruination. Never the less, a tang of sympathy emerged from within her as she recognised the face of Irajah - she had painted a nude model with her only a few days ago.

 

[Ereza]

At first she wasn't sure exactly what it was she was feeling, but something exceedingly oppressive had suddenly filled the room. Similar to the sensation experienced back in the man's chambers, Imka felt her stomach quake as it grew in intensity.

"I-" her voice caught in her throat, brown eyes widening as she glanced from the Duchess back to the ghastly Overlord. He wasn't moving, wasn't speaking, but just past him beyond the pane of glass the Doctor was struggling to breath, "what-" Imka moved forward to get a better view and noticed finally the man's hand in the air, the telltale gesture of his coiling fist clicking somewhere in her mind.

"Stop! What are you doing?!"

And as suddenly as it started, it stopped.

"I would have assumed that someone of your talents, Doctor Ven, would have been able to work through any challenge for the good of the patient. Are the accolades heaped upon you misplaced, Doctor? I certainly hope not unless you wish to usher yourself into a state of replaceability."

Imka hung at the window, mouth agape and heart hammering in her chest. What had just happened here? Who were these people? Who was this man? A veritable deer in headlights became her expression. There were no words to be said, only shock and the very infantile bloomings of disgust.

[member="Irajah Ven"] [member="Darth Carnifex"]