Private Friend Like Me

[Oz Neru]

Location: Undisclosed Location
Objective: Tempt?
Tag: Braze

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Even the outside of the cell was unnerving, however, it was a bit unclear if that was because of the exotic material used in its construction, or the prisoner it contained. Surely it couldn’t be the Sith inside. The material they were encased in completely snuffed out any signature kept within… right?

Once Braze had opened the cell it was he would be bombarded with bright pretty colors. Vibrant lush flowers and greenery made of the inside of the cell. As if walking into the cell was like stepping into a new beautiful world.

However, something would tip Braze off to the nature of this illusion. Maybe it was the off putting dryness of how the vegetation felt, the eerie silence and lack of any wildlife, or the absence of any of the wonderful smells that the flowers should be emitting. It was all fake, not just illusory, they were illusions of fake vegetation. Made of plastic and other synthetic and fraudulent materials. A superficial realm that was lovely from the outside, but truly hollow.

Far enough in Braze would meet this cell’s solitary inhabitant. A blue man, outwardly appearing at peace and serene. Sitting at the edge of a crystal clear pond that a tiny stream of water flowed into. “I wasn’t expecting visitors this evening… or is it morning? I can’t tell how long I’ve been here.” Oz spoke out to Braze before finally opening his eyes, His fiery hues contrasting with the cool blue of his skin. The Pantoran Sith offered Braze a gentle smirk.​

 

[Braze]

Tags: Oz Neru ​

Braze took in all the sights and sounds as he entered the prison cell. He was somewhat perturbed by the illusions he came into contact with. He had expected some form of mind games, but this was a bit beyond his own depth in many ways.

"It is evening," Braze said, cradling a basket in the crook of his arm. "You've been awfully quiet for some time… perhaps you'd like to spread your wings again?"

He stopped about twelve feet from the man, eyeing him over suspiciously as a creeping sense of unease and dread welled up through his form.
Braze brushed a few dry leaves aside, clearing a spot before lowering himself to sit on the floor. He set the basket down in front of him and lifted a hand to his pale face, tucking loose strands of snowy white hair behind one ear as he kept a steady gaze on the man.

"Will you join me for tea?" he asked, moving to open the basket and reveal the bounties hidden within. Out came a kettle and several saucers, followed by a few neatly packed boxes, some filled with baked goods, others with freshly sliced fruit at perfect ripeness. A variety of cured meats and sliced cheeses accompanied them, along with small jars of fruit-flavored jellies, jams, and sauces.

Braze set out a cup and poured the steaming liquid from the kettle. Soft delicate fragrance of cherry blossom filled the other wise stale air.

 

[Oz Neru]

Location: Undisclosed Location
Objective: Tempt?
Tag: Braze

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“Quiet for a while hmm? Yes, I guess I have been. I suppose you could say I have a lot of experience, hanging around in a place like this almost feels like home.” He joked before narrowing his eyes some as he sensed the child’s signature and power. Already sitting with his legs crossed he nodded at the offer for some tea.

All the treats and the hot beverage gave the drab sterile cell some much needed life. Really making the illusion of the artificial garden come to life. “It would be nice to leave this place and get back to my life. It’s dreadful missing out on so much hustle and bustle.” In some ways being so cut off in the cell was more awful than before.

“Are you also part of the Winged Master’s retinue? I don’t really recognize you.” Oz asked, referring back to the angelic man he’d only seen brief snippets of.​

 

[Braze]

Tags: Oz Neru ​

Braze shook his head as he poured the man's tea. "No... not a disciple of his," he said quietly. "I am Braze, exile of the New Jedi Order. I am a Jedi Battlemaster with the rank of Knight, and student of Jasper Kai'el. " Braze offered softly.

"I'd like to give you exactly what you want... How does that sound... friend?"

 

[Oz Neru]

Location: Undisclosed Location
Objective: Converse
Tag: Braze

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There was a slight glint in Oz’s eyes over the mention of Braze being a battlemaster. What the young Jedi told him brought the blue man more questions than it did answers. Especially given that he’d seen Braze’s mentor. Then he introduced himself as well. “I am Oz, former knight of the New Jedi Order. Sounds to me that we’re almost like kin.” Oz teased some, telling only a half truth about himself.

He took his cup of the hot tea to his mouth. Giving it a few blows before sipping from it. Giving his taste buds some much appreciated stimulation in the sterile little world he created for himself.

“You want to see me free hmm? Why is that? Has my good behavior earned me a much shorter sentence? Or perhaps you need this cell for someone who better deserves it.” Oz hadn’t harmed anyone to earn a spot here, at least not physically. He’d merely been minding his own business before getting arrested.

“I’m going to guess that there’s some strings attached aren't there?” As he spoke and relaxed some the illusionary land around them began to fade only slightly. Even in here he’d been exercising in mind, body and soul. ​