Time Thief
The people of Nar Shaddaa Seto never really grew to hate, rather annoyance would often be the emotion triggered. Such as it was the emotion in question was triggered as Seto felt himself lurch forward from a sudden impact from behind him. Seto knew he relaxed his senses to conceal himself with the Force but to the point of being pushed around?
Thugs, of what Seto deducted, using the Force to once more stretch out and figure out what had incurred such anger from these thugs. Much to his surprise he felt another presence, a small presence certainly but one Seto shared, remembering his boyhood adventures of toying with the Force. Seto followed the pursuit, a simple task as the anger lit up from the thugs lit themselves brightly that Seto could follow them with his eyes closed and just the Force.
Even so, the chase was indeed a short one, a pause occurred as Seto focused on the situation in front of him. There were five in total facing directly at what Seto guessed was a child that gave off the small Force presence from earlier. Beyond the assumed child stood another pair of humanoids that Seto guessed had little to do with the first five thugs standing between Seto and the small person.
Seto quickly approached the middle thug and tapped the shoulder to grab the thug's attention, "Excuse me, but I would like an apology from your act of rudeness earlier, you see-" Seto raised his voice slightly higher, "-you pushed me," Seto explained
The Thug in questioned turned around, obviously confused, "Wha-" the Thug began, as the other four also turned to face Seto, each seemingly angrier than the last. "Apology?" One asked while the other, "Just shoot him. . . " explained, obviously not taking any heed from Seto. "Look man, you ain't getting an apology, in fact you're getting a beating instead," The Thug in question finally replied to Seto directly.
"Oh dear, that is exactly what I wanted to hear," Seto began, raising both hands to chest level, "I have a magic trick to demonstrate, now here my left hand-" Seto gestured raising his left hand, "Each finger controls a pair of boots all five of you are currently wearing, and my right hand-" Seto raised his right hand, "Controls each pair of shirt you are all wearing,"
Before the thugs could respond he yanked back his left hand and pulled down with his right, and each thug simultaneously had their legs shoot up in front of them while their backs pulled down to the ground below them. Seto breathed in coolly, releasing his hold on their clothing and offered a cheeky grin as he walked over them. It was a simple of enough Force technique, he was no master but controlling small inanimate objects were child's play to him. Besides, I mostly had gravity to rest of the work Seto mused, chuckling at the image of grown adults slipping up in comical fashion.
Approaching the one that the five currently incapacitated thugs were chasing Seto offered a smile and an extended right hand, "Hello the name is Du Couteau, Seto if you wish," a small head bow to show respect, "-and would you too like to see a magic trick?" he asked to [member="Bengalo Chergari"]. Though in the back of Seto's mind, he felt the darkness that had brought him on this planet grow ever so slightly.
Thugs, of what Seto deducted, using the Force to once more stretch out and figure out what had incurred such anger from these thugs. Much to his surprise he felt another presence, a small presence certainly but one Seto shared, remembering his boyhood adventures of toying with the Force. Seto followed the pursuit, a simple task as the anger lit up from the thugs lit themselves brightly that Seto could follow them with his eyes closed and just the Force.
Even so, the chase was indeed a short one, a pause occurred as Seto focused on the situation in front of him. There were five in total facing directly at what Seto guessed was a child that gave off the small Force presence from earlier. Beyond the assumed child stood another pair of humanoids that Seto guessed had little to do with the first five thugs standing between Seto and the small person.
Seto quickly approached the middle thug and tapped the shoulder to grab the thug's attention, "Excuse me, but I would like an apology from your act of rudeness earlier, you see-" Seto raised his voice slightly higher, "-you pushed me," Seto explained
The Thug in questioned turned around, obviously confused, "Wha-" the Thug began, as the other four also turned to face Seto, each seemingly angrier than the last. "Apology?" One asked while the other, "Just shoot him. . . " explained, obviously not taking any heed from Seto. "Look man, you ain't getting an apology, in fact you're getting a beating instead," The Thug in question finally replied to Seto directly.
"Oh dear, that is exactly what I wanted to hear," Seto began, raising both hands to chest level, "I have a magic trick to demonstrate, now here my left hand-" Seto gestured raising his left hand, "Each finger controls a pair of boots all five of you are currently wearing, and my right hand-" Seto raised his right hand, "Controls each pair of shirt you are all wearing,"
Before the thugs could respond he yanked back his left hand and pulled down with his right, and each thug simultaneously had their legs shoot up in front of them while their backs pulled down to the ground below them. Seto breathed in coolly, releasing his hold on their clothing and offered a cheeky grin as he walked over them. It was a simple of enough Force technique, he was no master but controlling small inanimate objects were child's play to him. Besides, I mostly had gravity to rest of the work Seto mused, chuckling at the image of grown adults slipping up in comical fashion.
Approaching the one that the five currently incapacitated thugs were chasing Seto offered a smile and an extended right hand, "Hello the name is Du Couteau, Seto if you wish," a small head bow to show respect, "-and would you too like to see a magic trick?" he asked to [member="Bengalo Chergari"]. Though in the back of Seto's mind, he felt the darkness that had brought him on this planet grow ever so slightly.