An outlet for the whispers

[Marmora]

How would one describe the passage of time with only those of whispers within a mind to keep them company. It could be maddening to say the least, hearing voices constantly urging one to action, pushing them towards a goal that they didn't even know existed or had any idea of completing. Then there were the few times when it came to speaking with others, and of course that too could be problematic, even more so when one did not know or spent much more time around another for longer than just a few lines of dialogue between them. With a soft sign Marmora returned to her solitary thoughts as she tapped her fingers away at the small bar. An experience which in the least had been new for her, after having lived so many years in The Dead Forest on Kashyyyk. About the only thing of worth that had even made its presences known was a Balosar Slythmonger that had attempted to join her.

Of course not being one to be rude, she had allowed the being to join her, letting him slip deeper into the booth as she sat near the edge. Playing the new and frightened thing in need of a guiding hand, she was able to slide up against him, before the Slythmonger felt a tiny little pinprick at the base of his neck before slumping to the side. Not wanting to make a scene, Marmora merely crossed his arms and lay his head on them on the table, making it look as if he were sleeping. These Slythmongers though seemed to have quite a few oddities and more than enough drugs on them, with many being of some use to Marmora. Carefully lining her own pockets and small pouches on her belt with all that the Slythmonger had, she remained calm and ordered another round.

It wasn't until she finished the tea, or what was being passed off as tea that tasted just as much as dirt as it did water, did Marmora decide it was time to leave the little depressing bar in the spaceport. How she got it was a mystery in its own right. After Kashyyyk she seemingly managed to board a vessel and ended up in the Outer Rim. Oh well she mused to herself, there were plenty of worse places to end up than Dellalt.

[member="Tricia"]

 

[Tricia Kalamack]

How curious these people? Better yet what has happened to the galaxy? They now have every convenience and comfort, yet no time for integrity. It wasn't something she was liking and sitting on the just above the waters the jedi master hovered leaning backwards. Her fingers interlocking behind her head and the silver streaks from age showing in her ebony hair finally after all these years and her feet crossed while she started moving in the air more towards the continents. Relaxing was a great thing to do and it wasn't like many people came outright looking for her, she was an elder, an old woman by all records that showed her still. Even the children in the temples couldn't believe it and a small wave rose to splash her in the face. Her eyes opened as she blinked the tri colored orb from resting. Then she could hear the people and see the sand below as her body rolled to be on her stomach.

"Well this isn't to bad." Slowly Tricia floated towards the cantina while her senses expanded outwards and the sight of her sabers on her hips. THe jedi entered floating above the others and rolling a little until she was in a good posiiton looking at the man who was serving and ordered. Her hand grazing his temple as she 'paid him' with the force because while an old jedi, talented she didn't really understand these credits or how much was supposed to go to a person. Also the jedi didn't really believe in giving more then basic stipends when needed so she was somewhat broke. "Thank you very much."

[member="Marmora"]

 

[Marmora]

Being one of little affects herself, the woman merely had what she left her world with. Knowledge of plants, potions and voodoo. Of course now she was also in the holding of a former Slythmongers inventory, which itself would be useful. Of course she wasn't about to make it known that she had killed the man, only that perhaps she was a new limited time only supplier of ones not so legal needs. After all, she did have a need to get across the galaxy and a few credits in one's hands couldn't hurt in the slightest. Approaching one whom was clearly in dire need of a substance or another, she carefully moved her way through their thoughts. Lightly showing a small measure of affection towards them with its own goal in mind. Her hand plucking a lock of hair from the beings head before they dropped a credit chit in her hand and rushed off to enjoy their newly acquired death sticks.

All that remained was Marmora and a small smirk upon her lips as she twirled the lock of hair between her fingers. The mental image of the being still there as she quickly fashioned a crude voodoo doll out of what she had at hand. Of course she didn't want to use it just yet, so as carefully as she could, the small doll was slipped into a pouch where it would remain. Her own mind was rushing with thoughts on how it should be used, thoughts that nearly drowned out the cavalcade of whispers that rushed through her mind. They were constant, and beginning to grate deeper and deeper into her patience.

Quietly she moved down the small side street, bringing no attention to herself. Of course there were only so many credits one could make before the inventory was gone. Carefully sliding the credit chits across her palm she sighed. There still wasn't enough to purchase any kind of a freighter, least of all a shuttle. Marmora allowed another sigh to escape her lips as she propped herself up against the wall, thinking to herself as she tapped her fingers lightly against the side. Perhaps the voodoo doll could do the trick and bring what she needed.

[member="Tricia"]

 

[Tricia Kalamack]

[member="Marmora"]

Tricia's eyes shot up a little as she sat there and wondered for a moment or two. Something to see and something was around but it was a strange energy compared to some. It wasn't a bad thing but it kept her head up as she looked at the others in the place and didn't see anyone who really gave off a vibe. Sometimes focusing so much on one ability to the detriment can make sensing things on a planet full of life annoying. Someone could be anywhere on the planet and she moved from where she was and was floating towards a window. With a smirk she went out into the air and began moving about while she reached out with the force opening herself to find anything of interest and be visible above the area above a barrier of telekinetic energy for protection.