Father of Titans
Courscant
17 hours after Morna's death.
Taking a hold of the sword and Lightsaber, I had made my way to my Apartment in the Mid-levels. Rarely anyone knew I was here because the land owner, J, Had bought it under his name for me. And as long as I worked for him, I could have the place. Seeing as it was also the same place that the man that I carried home also once lived. I sat him on my bed and covered him with a blanket. I didn't want to look at the wounds any more if I kept seeing flashes of a life I did not have. What I could get from it was that of Pyrokinesis. Or what also kept showing up in my mind was the words "Fire Shaping" As well as a mix of Aerokinesis, or otherwords, "Air Shaping."
I put the weapons next to Morna on the bed and sat down in the chair. Letting my hands hold my head as I slumped over. My arms were tired from carrying the dead weight that was once a living, breathing, legend. I was mad. Mad that I had not done anything to help him survive. Mad at the woman for killing him. Mad that I had these images flashing in my head and in my vision. I was so pissed. I stood up and turned to face the wall and with a slam my fiery fist punched through the small wall and into the kitchen.
Wait, Fiery? I pulled my hand back to see that my fist was in flames. And yet, All I could feel was a warming of my skin. No heat harmed me as what had happened to the woman during the fight. Scared of what happened I let the flames go out and I looked at myself as dark smoke seemed to leak from my body. I wasn't burping or passing gas. So when I pulled off my jacket and shirt to reveal my tattooed chest, Smoke seeped from every one of my pores. I stood there in amazement as I then tried to light up my fist again. Holding it in front of me. I clenched my hand hard with the intent to smash the woman's face in. It was a brilliant flash of light that my hand lit up in ashen flames. I could not control the smile that was on my face as I opened my hand to expose a flame that I could control. It felt... good to be in control of something for once. I closed my hand and let the fire fade away to nothing and then as I could no longer feel anger, trying to think of the woman in my head, The smoke stopped pouring from my body. I looked around for something to do so I could learn more about what this was. I smiled at myself.
Turning my hands over back and forth as now only my hands leaked of smoke, I spoke to myself, "Wow this is amazing." Completely baffled with the fact that I could do something like this. Moving up the stairs, I made my way to the top of the building. It was high enough that not very many people would see me, and if they did, it may look like I was working on something on the building itself. I opened the door and came out to the dark skies of the world above. The Planet that Never sleeps continued to work as I stood there. Once more, I let myself feel the power that I now had. Some activation within the force allowed me to control this power. I knew I had it, but only very small talents within it. After my touching Morna, I seemed to have exploded with raw energy. Now, I would find a way to control this. And exact my revenge on the woman who took the man away from me.
My hands flashed in their fiery states once more. I allowed the flames to grow in size. burning brighter and brighter until the point where I had to do something to get rid of this power. I flicked my hands out and a influx of power left me as a bolt of fire, looking almost like molten ash, flew across the roof, and slammed into an air duct going through and through.
"Holy Sithspit!"
17 hours after Morna's death.
Taking a hold of the sword and Lightsaber, I had made my way to my Apartment in the Mid-levels. Rarely anyone knew I was here because the land owner, J, Had bought it under his name for me. And as long as I worked for him, I could have the place. Seeing as it was also the same place that the man that I carried home also once lived. I sat him on my bed and covered him with a blanket. I didn't want to look at the wounds any more if I kept seeing flashes of a life I did not have. What I could get from it was that of Pyrokinesis. Or what also kept showing up in my mind was the words "Fire Shaping" As well as a mix of Aerokinesis, or otherwords, "Air Shaping."
I put the weapons next to Morna on the bed and sat down in the chair. Letting my hands hold my head as I slumped over. My arms were tired from carrying the dead weight that was once a living, breathing, legend. I was mad. Mad that I had not done anything to help him survive. Mad at the woman for killing him. Mad that I had these images flashing in my head and in my vision. I was so pissed. I stood up and turned to face the wall and with a slam my fiery fist punched through the small wall and into the kitchen.
Wait, Fiery? I pulled my hand back to see that my fist was in flames. And yet, All I could feel was a warming of my skin. No heat harmed me as what had happened to the woman during the fight. Scared of what happened I let the flames go out and I looked at myself as dark smoke seemed to leak from my body. I wasn't burping or passing gas. So when I pulled off my jacket and shirt to reveal my tattooed chest, Smoke seeped from every one of my pores. I stood there in amazement as I then tried to light up my fist again. Holding it in front of me. I clenched my hand hard with the intent to smash the woman's face in. It was a brilliant flash of light that my hand lit up in ashen flames. I could not control the smile that was on my face as I opened my hand to expose a flame that I could control. It felt... good to be in control of something for once. I closed my hand and let the fire fade away to nothing and then as I could no longer feel anger, trying to think of the woman in my head, The smoke stopped pouring from my body. I looked around for something to do so I could learn more about what this was. I smiled at myself.
Turning my hands over back and forth as now only my hands leaked of smoke, I spoke to myself, "Wow this is amazing." Completely baffled with the fact that I could do something like this. Moving up the stairs, I made my way to the top of the building. It was high enough that not very many people would see me, and if they did, it may look like I was working on something on the building itself. I opened the door and came out to the dark skies of the world above. The Planet that Never sleeps continued to work as I stood there. Once more, I let myself feel the power that I now had. Some activation within the force allowed me to control this power. I knew I had it, but only very small talents within it. After my touching Morna, I seemed to have exploded with raw energy. Now, I would find a way to control this. And exact my revenge on the woman who took the man away from me.
My hands flashed in their fiery states once more. I allowed the flames to grow in size. burning brighter and brighter until the point where I had to do something to get rid of this power. I flicked my hands out and a influx of power left me as a bolt of fire, looking almost like molten ash, flew across the roof, and slammed into an air duct going through and through.
"Holy Sithspit!"