High upon the roof of an apartment complex, Vereshin took in the sublimity of the moon. With a cigarette held to his mouth, he inhaled while preparing to manipulate the light which it caught, channeling his energy with every long, drawn out breath. His eyes fell to the street below, where a young woman was going about her evening, totally unaware that her mind was about to be entrapped. Vereshin watched walk under an underpass and withdrew from the edge of the roof, then walked to the center and reached into his pocket, to find his pendulum. He unraveled the string and let the bob lope, his hand outstretched and ready to cast."Light of the moon and the cycle by which it takes, transfer." Vereshin said, withdrawing the light which the sun reflected against the moon and mimicking the cycle it took. He kept his voice low, to avoid attracting attention and impressed the pendulum with the rotation of the moon, retracting his finger from the string and slowing the rate at which it swung. "Affect the point which I present and carry it's present phase." He said, keeping the rotation period with the pendulum, which he would use to affect the young woman once he was near her. The pendulum slowed down to an unusual rate, keeping the time it took for the moon to make it's complete journey around the planet.
"Mimic the light it entraps and bend at my command, transpire." Vereshin said, holding the light of the moon's surface in the bob of the pendulum, which he commanded to change at his will. As the pendulum slowed, he swept it up and rolled it up it's string.
Shoving the pendulum back into his pocket, Vereshin picked his cigarette off the roof and took a final drag, before stamping it out. He walked forward with a skip in his stride and threw his hands up, dissipating the particles which made up his form and apparating into a cloud of black smoke. The smoke gathered and took off into the night, swathing through the mist on the lower levels of the city. When the young woman was in sight, the smoke reformed and took the shape of Vereshin, who landed safely on his feet a few blocks away from her. He saw her walk into a fairly classy looking bar and nodded, satisfied.
Drinking would induce the effect of the phase and make her mind easier to break, so he followed her intently. As he walked towards the door, he threw up a hand and split the mass of his form, conjuring a second, perfect copy of himself. The shadows behind him kept the spell hidden from view and allowed the doppelganger to walk around the back of the bar. With a nod to the bouncer, the nefarious sorcerer walked inside, but not without stopping to look in the reflective walls and slick back his hair. He saw the Zeltron woman sitting at the end of the bar and slunk over to her, not making eye contact at first, but sitting in the seat right next to her all the same.
"Absinthe, please." Vereshin said to the bartender. He came back around with a glass of emerald alcohol and set it in front of Vereshin, who took a sip and winced at the strong taste.
Upon setting the glass back down, Vereshin looked into the girl's eyes and smiled, revealing two rows of pitch black teeth. He wore his usual, black overcoat with the standing collar and a grey, cotton cravat tucked into the black knitted vest which he wore underneath. He looked dapper, but no more conspicuous than anybody else on Eriadu. Taking a cigarette from his little silver case, he lit it and slid it into his mouth then inhaled, the white cylinder poised between his fingers at a rakish angle. When he saw that the woman had not ordered a drink yet, he nodded to her and pointed discretely at the bartender.
"What will you be having, my dear." He asked, opting to pay for her drink. As he spoke, his hands twitched incessantly as he controlled the doppelganger making it's way around the back of the bar.
"Do you have a name?" He asked, taking a further sip of absinthe. Wincing, he set down the glass and took a drag on his cigarette, then leaned on the edge of the bar and looked at the woman. "I'm Vereshin, but I go by "Vi" if you like." He offered his nickname with a smile. He had watched her around various planets allied with the Sith and wondered of she was one of them, as he had been many years ago.
"Are you with the Sith?" Vereshin asked, stirring his glass around. The question had posed quite the curiosity within him, as he had not been back to Sith space since he had traveled to the past. "I was with the Empire once, but that was a long time ago." Speaking smoothly, he let the words drip off his tone, the remnants of the accent he used to have only slightly detectable. Moving his fingers in time with the movements of his doppelganger, he watched the outside of the bar through his eyes and maneuvered him through the shadows, keeping a close distance from the patrons inside.
Outside, Vereshin's other self walked around the alleyway and found a secluded entrance, which he walked into and arrived just out the front of the bathroom doors. From the shadows, he could see himself talking to the Zeltron woman at the and used the opportunity to cast his spell. Backing away, he slipped into the alleyway and reached into his pocket to grab his pendulum, which he unraveled and swung between his fingers. With the rotation of the moon already kept on the bob, all he needed to do was impress it upon the woman. A few passers by saw him, but they were too drunk to notice, so he held out his hand and pulled the spell from the bob.
"Lunar phase, impress thy path upon this token." Vereshin said, pressing his finger against the string. The pendulum increased it's speed as he relieved it of the spell, transferring the cycle of the moon onto the woman and using it to hypnotize her. "Transfer the light by which it shines." He said, his fingers splayed against the air as he transferred the effects of the spell to the woman, imprinting it upon her bodily cycle. Using the light which reflected against the moon, he adjusted her physical schedule to the rotation it took, entrapping her in state of sleep. Once the spell was successfully impressed, the pendulum returned to it's normal speed, having released the effects it had been holding.
The double of Vereshin wrapped up the pendulum and put it back in his pocket, then leaned against the wall of the bar for any further commands from his true self. Back inside, Vereshin stopped twitching his fingers once he knew that the spell had been cast and looked back at the woman, a pleasant smile continuously on his features. As the seconds transpired, she would begin to feel progressively disorientated, as the cycle of the moon carried her perception along with it, confusing her connection with the tangible world. She would begin to trust him, her cycle of wake having been dulled.
[member="Iresias Sirax"]
