When the Masters are away...

[Via Dolorosa]

O.C.C.

This thread will be a combination of Hide and Seek mixed with a P.O.W. (prisoners of war) twist. This will be a NO KILL (but maiming is allowed) thread and is open to the Sith Acolytes that have shown interest. Since we do not have enough members to form two teams, this will be a free for all.

Rules:

1. No Kill

2. If you find that your character can not win in a situation, he/she will be forced to surrender thus being captured. Once captured and taking to whatever location of the capturing player's choice, said captured player can either sit it out and watch or try to break themselves free (but be realistic.)

3. Since there is no teams, bonds/alliances can be formed by the players either through PM (to surprise the other players) or via posting threads.

4. There will be a posting order. Naturally I'll post the first real thread and those that follow me define the posting order and we shall keep to it. I understand people have real lives even if I do not, I will allow for a 3 day grace period when your turn in the order is up. On the fourth day you will be skipped and if/when you return you will have to find some interesting way to get back into the thread. However, if your absence occurs during a duel then you will be automatically captured and have to find your way out. After the second time, if it applies, your character is captured then you are officially out of the fun.

5. This rule is the second most important one: NO WHINING!

6. Have Fun!

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Standing atop the roof of an ancient but long since abandoned structure, Xhexania stood facing the dust swirling wind gauging the options open to her. The games had begun and she was unsure how many occupants would be participating but she knew deep down she would be the one to come out on top. She did not know the skill sets, the mind sets, or the Force abilities of the other Acolytes and she was not concerned, nor did she find she even cared. She was strongly confident in hers. The Force was strong here, nearly touching everything around it which it made it nearly impossible for her to reach out and sense the others. But she did not need the Force to do that. She was a hunter. She was a predator. And she knew how to stalk all manners of prey, weak and strong alike. Her memories of her young life alone in the swamps of Dagobah fighting and fleeing from all manners of nasties had prepared her for moments such as these. Now she was becoming the ultimate predator, Sith.

Pulling her raven coloured cloak around her small frame, she Force leapt down to the cracked and ruined streets below landing softly with her left knee and right hand touching the surface. Her cloaked head swivelled first to the right then to the left and when no apparent danger presented itself, she rose to her full height, adjusted her cloak and began to creep through the shadows. Stopping after crossing a few hundred yards, she felt something stir in the Force. Slowly pulling back the folds of her cloak on the right side to better reach for her hilt, she reached out through the Force and found no presence powerful enough to be a fellow Acolyte. She knew there were Dark Side creatures all about, some small, some big; some even bigger. But they did not possess the same Force signature as a Force sensitive. So she brushed the annoying feeling from her mind.

Muttering under her breath that the potential for combat had been ripped from her, she began to move toward another ruined building, and entered to get away from the sandstorm that was now becoming more apparent than ever. The Lords had been very wise and crafty indeed to choose such a hellish night, weather wise, to birth the activities. Xhexania knew that her Master's eyes would be watching, calculating, and making judgments upon her outing. Xhexania also knew that it was just not her Master's acceptance that was needed but by showing a grand outing she would squash any potential rival or fool who had delusions of rising through the Order off her; dead or alive. But she was well aware that she could be opening up herself to new and more powerful rivals. And at this thought she smiled.

The howling winds outside began to crash into the building where she had taken shelter and a thought began to occur to her. It was very possible that the others would be seeking shelter from nature's elements and quickly she began to devise a plan. Her predatory nature kicked into overdrive and just as the Dragonsnake back on Dagobah sat and waited to befall its victims; so did she. If no unlucky prey found its way into her lair, then she would set out, bait herself and let her prey come to her through other means.

[member="Arkia Zinn"], [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"], [member="Alaki"], [member="Nulgath Zardai"]

 

[Bellona Vel]

Arkia walks the quiet streets alone, her ebony cloak embroidered in red lines flows around her like a shadow. Her eyes scan the way in front of her cautiously. The twin lightsabers at her sides click slightly as she continues her journey through the lone, silent streets. She was not concerned about the other acolytes. Arkia knew she alone would be the victor of this day and of that she could be sure. The wind slowly starts to pick up and tosses dust in her face. After a brief expression of discomfort, she pulls her hood up over her head to protect er from the flying debris.

She flicks her hand to her side and force jumps onto a building roof. Arkia was incredibly acrobatic and that would be her advantage over the others. The wind continues to buffet her as she jumps from roof top to rooftop. If she did not find shelter soon, the wind could tear her apart. Part of Arkia knew it was foolish to seek shelter and back herself into a corner, but the other option was much worse. Begrudgingly, she slips into a hole on top of one of the roofs. Once inside, Arkia moves to a room with a window over looking the street.

​As her eyes focus on the road, her mind begins to drift off. She could feel something, or rather someone out there. It was likely it was another acolyte, but Arkia would wait for them to come to her. Arkia was not weak. She would win this day and then the masters would finally see her worth. The other acolytes didn't stand a chance against her. The wind makes eerie sounds as it flows through the abandoned streets. The wind could either be her strongest ally or her worst enemies. It could cover up her movements, but it could also disguise the movements of others. Time would tell if it was going to be the former or the latter.

 

[Bubák]

Alaki nervously stroked the hilt of her Jedi lightsaber, the cool, solid cylinder giving her the necessary boost in confidence she needed. Doubt was the greatest enemy one could face, yet the fallen Jedi could not calm her mind. The tattered garb clinging to her body did little in terms of protection against the sand and dust; in fact, her apparel belonged among the reasons she wanted to win this competitive fight, as Dark Jedi Padawans had to fight and kill even just to earn the right to get a new set of clothes. Her dream of finally becoming a Sith Acolyte might come true if she distinguished herself and earned prestige by defeating the opponents. It would not be a fair fight; a pathetic Dark Jedi filth like herself stood little chance against better trained Sith apprentices, her only hope of even having a chance to win this was the fact she had fought against Mandalorians on Empress Teta and lived to tell the tale, even effectively ruining the reputation of one or two Mandalorians who have decided the blue skinned girl would be an easy kill. Proving to be quite capable of surviving when her instincts kicked in, together with adrenaline pumping in her veins that erased her cowardice, Alaki had survived the brutal fight. A sixteen year old outsmarting battle-hardened men in indestructible armor, that was one of the things she could be proud of. She would have smiled at the memory were she not so scared at the moment, fearing her opponent could be anywhere, waiting for her.

Knowing very well that fear only revealed her location and gave the others power, the girl took deep breaths, trying to ignore the urge to cough upon inhaling dust particles that moved through the air, picked up by a strong gust of wind. This reminded her of sandstorms on Korriban a bit, which in turn let her know it would be best to seek shelter in one of the buildings. This thankfully gave her enough of a reason to think about something other than the inevitable combat, which effectively eliminated the sense of fear that radiated from her. The teenager's bare feet carried her through empty streets and walkways, pacing silently and carefully, not giving her position away. Of course, the opponents would be able to sense her, but only if they searched for the others through the Force, which usually left them vulnerable. If only they all killed each other, leaving just one tired Sith Acolyte for her to easily deal with! That obviously would not be the case though, which left Alaki as the weakest contestant in this tournament-like game. At least the self-hate gave her a bit of power, drawing energy from the Dark Side itself and planting it into her body.

Brushing away her hair that got into her face thanks to another strong blast of wind, the Chiss finally approached one of the buildings, seeing the door leading in to be open. Whether that was a result of another being looking for shelter or if this was yet another thing to blame on the wind, the blue skinned girl firmly drasped the metallic hilt of her weapon in her fingers and with one swift move unclipped it from her belt, having yet to press the ignition button, though her thumb hovering above it indicated she was ready. Glowing red eyes peeked in, scanning the insides that revealed themselves to be nothing more than a wide hallway with doors dotting both sides. The excellent eyesight of the Chiss blessed with the natural ability to see in the dark made Alaki's work surprisingly quick and she stepped in, head turning wildly in all directions in search for an enemy. It appeared nothing was sheltering inside, which prompted the blue skinned Chiss to close the door behind her before settling herself in the dark corner of this hallway that led to individual apartments. Sitting down in the cross-legged position, typical for a meditation, she shut her eyes and reached out through the Force in an attempt to get a better idea of the dangers lurking around.

Aside from many animals that mostly focused on finding a place to hide from the incoming storm, she could not feel anything. Nothing sentient, nothing that gave away a trained Force user. Frowning, the young Chiss shrugged and started drawing the energy of the Dark Side into her body, the feeling she had become addicted to. The sweet corruption of the Dark Side was intoxicating and impossible to resist at this point. The small presence she could barely feel in the crystal in her lightsaber, which used to mirror her own Force signature as a Jedi Padawan, protested against the incoming Dark Side energy. Alaki did not listen to the cries of her former self. A Jedi free of doubt and fear - yet weak, untouched by the Dark Side.

[member="Xhexania"] [member="Arkia Zinn"] [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"] [member="Nulgath Zardai"]

 

[Raven Hayashi]

Raven was running through a small alleyway, She had a cloak like most other force users. She was safe from the storm but she still unclipped her cloak and put it back on the other way. In theory this would keep her hidden , her two minute plan was: Wait for the others to get tried, then capture. She was glad that there was no killing.

She was in a corner and she hoped she just looked like a pile of cloth. She fell asleep, allowing her mind to wonder.

@Nulgath Zardi
@Ire'Rain Sekario
[member="Alaki"]
[member="Arkia Zinn"]
[member="Xhexania"]

 

[Via Dolorosa]

[member="Arkia Zinn"], [member="Alaki"], [member="Raven Avachei"]


A small frown caressed her face when no prey had come seeking warmth and shelter from the weather but that frown quickly turned into a sneer for she always had plan B. Rising from her concealed position she walked out of the building radiating both arrogance and confidence ignoring the dust and sand that fought one another to invade and scar her face or worse, blind her. She held the Dark Side close to her heart, her dark heart, and slowly began to open herself up to the others. She did not shy away from war but embraced it. She did not shy away from death but welcomed it. She did not shy away from her rivals but found unique ways to install more hatred in them when they thought of her. She craved their attention to do battle with her. She craved the confrontations that led to their deaths. She craved the impressions left upon her, her senses cradled after striking down an opponent, basking and inhaling the death essence of another. She craved the feeling of that near death experience when one single mistake was the only true balance between life and death. Most of all, she craved power and with that she craved to dominate any and all that stood before her.

Wasting no time to draw the others to her, though she knew some had felt her through the Force and some were growing skeptical in facing her, she unclasped her hilt and gently pressed the activation stud. With a snap hiss the crimson tongue flickered out seeking flesh to consume, to sate its hunger, and to feel, just as its master, death all around it. But the blade had been denied for nothing stood before it to be consumed, processed, and left as refuse. And the Lords did not want killing but demonstration of lightsaber combat and the ability to master the Force, so the blade would have to seek a meal another time. Lowering the tip of the blade toward the ground, she began to drag it along the slabs of broken concrete that once served as a road for this battered city. Sparks flew all around her when the blade tasted metal that had been fused to hold the roads together and yet, to her dismay, the others remained hidden. Did they truly fear her? Of course they did for their absence was proof.

Without warning, the Force screamed throughout her body, warning her of danger. Scanning the area around her she felt the Dark Side, its signature was something familiar to her but she could not remember were she felt it before. It was primitive, it was raw, it was savage, and it was to impure to be that of another Acolyte. Then she recalled where she had felt it. More importantly, she knew the owner of this signature. Hsiss! Those crafty Sith Lords! Dropping into Ataru, she readied herself for battle with a smile on her face. She would have to dispatch this creature quickly while keeping her mind open for another like her, an opportunist!

The Hsiss uncloaked itself and stood watching her with hunger and malice in its eyes. And Xhexania returned the gaze equally with her own hunger and malice. The Hsiss roared then charged. Xhexania screamed and charged! Battle was upon her and though it was not one she hoped for, it was a chance to kill something. The Hsiss clawed at her and in one swift move, she cut the front paw off and dancing gracefully around it, then removed its left hind leg with precise bladework. The beast stumbled forward, its balance stolen from it, crashed to the ground. Twirling her blade in her left hand, she stepped into position and delivered the killing blow. Just as she felt the death infuse her with power, she felt another Hsiss charging toward her; cloaked and more savage than the one she just faced. Another smile. Another chance to kill.

 

[Bubák]

She could finally feel them as she embraced the Dark Side further, feasting on its energy that poured into her small body. Their signatures in the Force. Her opponents. She sensed... three? Two? At times, it became hard to distinguish sentient creatures from wild beasts, as even people had the tendency to be nothing more than animals listening to their primal urges. Definitely more than one presence though. It was uncomfortably close. Opening her eyes, she strained her ears and listened while staring down the dark hallway. Aside from her own slow, calm breathing, she could clearly hear the sandstorm raging outside.

Wind rushed between buildings, exploring every way that was not closed. This resulted in a howling sound, not hard to be mistaken with whining of an animal. This strong wind carried tossed sand around, which hit the metal construction and almost produced an ambient music of a rain. As the storm gained more energy, all sounds it produced grew louder as well, and Alaki was glad to have discovered this shelter provided by the building. Maybe she should stop meditating and explore the structure further? While tempting, she did not like the idea of hunting for others while they did the same. Remaining stationary made her a target easy to be found, but also granted her the ability to quickly discover an approaching lifeform and prepare for it. As such, it's been decided she would remain in her corner for the time being.

As the meditation continued, time seemed to stand still. The noise made by the storm got slowly pushed out of the teenager's mind and she no longer registered it. Everything went silent. Just her and the Dark Side. The two lovers did not remain undisturbed for long though; a different kind of sounds came from the outside.

Frowning, Alaki started feasting on the Dark Side faster, her thumb gently stroking the ignition button. The noise she had heard was all too familiar to her. Lightsabers tended to produced that hum, that whizz it made when the plasma beam moved through the air, the sound of burning flesh when it struck; Alaki knew all those sounds well. If nothing else, it certainly let her know somebody was in a fight. Not that she cared; if she allowed others to combat without interrupting them, all she'd have to face would be tired and possibly wounded opponents. Considering she's been resting for quite some time, drawing the Dark Side into her body, she should be more than capable of defeating an exhausted Acolyte or two. A solid strategy, no doubt, something a Sith would do. Dark smile danced across her lips at the thought and the realization of how well she had adapted to the Sith way of life, tossing her Jedi self away.

The two glowing red orbs continued to stare into the hallway, waiting for the first person to open the door and fall into her trap.

[member="Xhexania"] [member="Raven Avachei"] [member="Bellona Vel"]