((Obligatory cameo self-training post, good work, both of you!))
Meanwhile Siobhan was once again indulging in Dark Side Research 101! She had not gotten as far as she would have liked last night, for it had been an exhausting read, but still very far and believed that she was slowly getting a reasonable degree of understanding of Dark Repair. Mirien's journal was an account of unspeakable horrors evil, vile deeds perpetrated for power...but there was knowledege inside it as well. Gained through blood sacrifices and wicked medical experiments. Did that make the knowledge itself evil? Would it be an asset to her or pull her further into a dark abyss? Perhaps, but this was a bridge Siobhan had already crossed. No doubt her eyes would have reflected the venomous corruption of the dark side by now if they had not been artificial.
Mastery in the dark side - assuming it could ever truly be mastered - did not come without sacrifice, for it rebelled against being tamed. Mental sacrifices, physical ones. One could not truly manifest Force Lightning, as opposed to a mere facsimile, without being exposed to it first. So it had happened to Siobhan during her duel with the Bando Gora God of War's Champion all those years ago. This exercise would, fortunately, be a good deal less extreme.
A small Eldorai dagger with runes engraved upon the blade, sliced across her own wrist. As blood seeped out of the open wound she pulled upon the tangled web of the Force, willing the energies to flow through her and knit the wound back together. It was a one-time thing, not a constant effort, but hard for darksiders nonetheless. In a sense, Dark Repair and biological alchemy relied on similar roots, themes and patterns, which made Mirien's research into both during her time as a Bando Gora Acolyte no surprise. In essence, it was simply meant that a powerful darksider with good visualisation skills forced her will upon the genetic and cellular structure of the body.
Beads of sweat dripped down Siobhan's face and back as she focused upon the wound and sought to will the corrupted energies to fix it. She did not have [member="Coryth Elaris"]' talent for Art of the Small or even for Force Healing, though she would be able to draw on memories. Narrowing her focus enough proved almost prohibitively difficult, but she persevered. At one point she pushed too far and so rather than heal her, the darkside energies suddenly backfired and she felt a searing, painful burn shoot through her flesh hand. Such was the pain and shock that she bit down on her tongue and let go of her power. It took her a moment to regain her composure, then she tried again, only this time in a less hasty manner.
And so she once again began focusing on knitting up the cut on her wrist. Time passed and indeed she lost track of it as she was so immersed. Then eventually success was achieved and the cut had been knitted up, the bleeding stopped. She took a breath as she looked upon her handiwork, knowing that she would get better in time. It would also probably be smart to still clean and disinfect the wound.
