Elegant and depraved.
Alone, in the inaptly small hours, when so many strange concerns happen in the soul, a notion had dawned on Rhuza. Then a sudden blossom of a motive that quickly needed to be nurtured and edged towards fruition. It was at these hours that his ideas arose to a head, but being the night owl that he was, this was nothing new. Moreso than others, he was more alive at night than he ever was during the day and his energy was more vibrant and welcoming, however small the increments were in which the latter came.
That was why he strode half-dressed from his meditation mat, tunic half tucked into trousers and usually(impossible, some said) sleek hair in a state of disarray. It took only a few moments to dress himself and a few rubs from his hands to straiten his platinum-blonde head into something that was presentable. He couldn't fathom leaving his personal confines disheveled although judgement over personal appearance was the least of his concerns from his peers, perhaps being the most dull of colors in a rainbow of actions that could potentially be picked apart.
"I'm leaving."
He said it to no one, but the nearest gaurds had caught wind and exchanged bemused and worried glances before their eyes faced forward again and they refrained from comment. Rhuza noticed the exchange and also noted that they were a different pair from the usual duo whom were more aware of how Rhuza moved throughout the night. Regardless, he expected this new pair to maintain the same stature that the former held, which was to remain quiet. The Eldorai's slaughter list was long and he needed no guide in selecting heathens to add to it. The guards, no matter whom the were, knew better than to pass judgement on a Sith verbally, for whatever reason. Rhuza himself inadvertently carried a heavy sense of doom and gloom that clung to his bones, the seriousness etched into the very scars of his face. He expected no one to speak to him, let alone simple guards.
After a few elevator rides and quiet walks down a myriad of hallways, he appeared in front of his favorite training room and dryly observed that it was vacant, which was expected at an hour when most people slept. He pulled a device from his pocket and felt a strained smile work its way onto his features as he dialed a 17-digit number into the UI. His smile rapidly quelled over the next few moments, however. His joy of the moment robbed by the nature of his summons, which was strictly business. A beep, followed by silence qued up Rhuza's voice to leave a message that would be instantly delivered to [member="Lord Sebastian"]'s holo-device of choice after the recording ended.
"Lord Sebastian. This is Darth Helios, I request your presence in Chamber 410."
Staring blankly at the device for only a few more seconds he ended the message and pocketed it, waiting for the Sith Knight to receive and respond.
That was why he strode half-dressed from his meditation mat, tunic half tucked into trousers and usually(impossible, some said) sleek hair in a state of disarray. It took only a few moments to dress himself and a few rubs from his hands to straiten his platinum-blonde head into something that was presentable. He couldn't fathom leaving his personal confines disheveled although judgement over personal appearance was the least of his concerns from his peers, perhaps being the most dull of colors in a rainbow of actions that could potentially be picked apart.
"I'm leaving."
He said it to no one, but the nearest gaurds had caught wind and exchanged bemused and worried glances before their eyes faced forward again and they refrained from comment. Rhuza noticed the exchange and also noted that they were a different pair from the usual duo whom were more aware of how Rhuza moved throughout the night. Regardless, he expected this new pair to maintain the same stature that the former held, which was to remain quiet. The Eldorai's slaughter list was long and he needed no guide in selecting heathens to add to it. The guards, no matter whom the were, knew better than to pass judgement on a Sith verbally, for whatever reason. Rhuza himself inadvertently carried a heavy sense of doom and gloom that clung to his bones, the seriousness etched into the very scars of his face. He expected no one to speak to him, let alone simple guards.
After a few elevator rides and quiet walks down a myriad of hallways, he appeared in front of his favorite training room and dryly observed that it was vacant, which was expected at an hour when most people slept. He pulled a device from his pocket and felt a strained smile work its way onto his features as he dialed a 17-digit number into the UI. His smile rapidly quelled over the next few moments, however. His joy of the moment robbed by the nature of his summons, which was strictly business. A beep, followed by silence qued up Rhuza's voice to leave a message that would be instantly delivered to [member="Lord Sebastian"]'s holo-device of choice after the recording ended.
"Lord Sebastian. This is Darth Helios, I request your presence in Chamber 410."
Staring blankly at the device for only a few more seconds he ended the message and pocketed it, waiting for the Sith Knight to receive and respond.
