Ire'Rain Sekairo
Look To Your Demons
CORUSCANT:
Sith Training Grounds: 0700
"What the hell is that?!?"
"Holy shi- I don't know man!!!"
"There's nothing there, you idiots."
Unsurprisingly, the third voice was indeed correct. For the most part. Both of the boys who spoke were convinced that something was lurking in the shadows by the training droid charging station. Neither were brave enough to attempt to activate a droid. Their companion, a Sith Pureblood girl, was finding their cowardly nature irritating. Or that was what one would assume. In reality she had simply seen what they had not (instead of the other way around). Had the two youngsters looked up earlier, they would have seen a young woman, who appeared to be in her early twenties, sitting in the rafters. When the girl had first noticed her a chill had gone down her spine. But her fear was soon replaced with mild amusement. For the strange lass had smirked devilishly and put a finger to her own lips. As if to tell the Sith to stay quiet. Not long after, her companions had started to panic. It wasn't hard to put the two together. Whoever the pastel-haired person was... this was her doing. This lovely, lovely terror was being caused by her.
Illaria, as the Pureblood was called, paused when she heard mumbling behind her. Pivoting her head she looked behind her... to find more traces of chaos. Several acolytes were swinging their blades at air (more erratically than could generally be justified), and a couple others were wide-eyed, heading for the room's exit. She started to smile... until a deep feeling of fear began to creep into her. Was this what the others were experiencing? Deep breaths rocked her chest as she did her best to fight the feeling. It appeared as if a few others were doing the same. To her- and perhaps the woman's- surprise, it wasn't terribly difficult to overcome. Still, she was left with cold sweat gathering on her brow. What had that been? Scowling she returned her gaze to where the culprit was perched. Said being was still smirking. Illaria had to hold herself together again.
"Heh heh, enjoying the show?" The odd girl asked, head tipping to the side. Everything about her just seemed so... disturbing. But the Pureblood prided herself on being a strong-willed, capable woman. And she did not flinch. Not even a little. Inside she was, however, unnerved slightly by the way the one in front of her spoke. There was no emotion in her voice. It was flat, a monotone, with only the occasional emphasis on certain words. "It could be so much better though. Only those with weak mental defenses are currently being inflicted. Serves them right, don't you think? If they can't deflect my attacks... how could they ever stand up to the real enemies? I'm doing them- and myself- a favor. I get to practice my mind-based abilities... they get to practice not being pathetic!" She laughed, a sound that seemed almost demonic, before jumping away. Scuttling would be heard as she moved around the ceiling and unto a different support. Illaria didn't know how to respond to what she had been told. Part of her did know one thing though...
She agreed.
Sith Training Grounds: 0700
"What the hell is that?!?"
"Holy shi- I don't know man!!!"
"There's nothing there, you idiots."
Unsurprisingly, the third voice was indeed correct. For the most part. Both of the boys who spoke were convinced that something was lurking in the shadows by the training droid charging station. Neither were brave enough to attempt to activate a droid. Their companion, a Sith Pureblood girl, was finding their cowardly nature irritating. Or that was what one would assume. In reality she had simply seen what they had not (instead of the other way around). Had the two youngsters looked up earlier, they would have seen a young woman, who appeared to be in her early twenties, sitting in the rafters. When the girl had first noticed her a chill had gone down her spine. But her fear was soon replaced with mild amusement. For the strange lass had smirked devilishly and put a finger to her own lips. As if to tell the Sith to stay quiet. Not long after, her companions had started to panic. It wasn't hard to put the two together. Whoever the pastel-haired person was... this was her doing. This lovely, lovely terror was being caused by her.
Illaria, as the Pureblood was called, paused when she heard mumbling behind her. Pivoting her head she looked behind her... to find more traces of chaos. Several acolytes were swinging their blades at air (more erratically than could generally be justified), and a couple others were wide-eyed, heading for the room's exit. She started to smile... until a deep feeling of fear began to creep into her. Was this what the others were experiencing? Deep breaths rocked her chest as she did her best to fight the feeling. It appeared as if a few others were doing the same. To her- and perhaps the woman's- surprise, it wasn't terribly difficult to overcome. Still, she was left with cold sweat gathering on her brow. What had that been? Scowling she returned her gaze to where the culprit was perched. Said being was still smirking. Illaria had to hold herself together again.
"Heh heh, enjoying the show?" The odd girl asked, head tipping to the side. Everything about her just seemed so... disturbing. But the Pureblood prided herself on being a strong-willed, capable woman. And she did not flinch. Not even a little. Inside she was, however, unnerved slightly by the way the one in front of her spoke. There was no emotion in her voice. It was flat, a monotone, with only the occasional emphasis on certain words. "It could be so much better though. Only those with weak mental defenses are currently being inflicted. Serves them right, don't you think? If they can't deflect my attacks... how could they ever stand up to the real enemies? I'm doing them- and myself- a favor. I get to practice my mind-based abilities... they get to practice not being pathetic!" She laughed, a sound that seemed almost demonic, before jumping away. Scuttling would be heard as she moved around the ceiling and unto a different support. Illaria didn't know how to respond to what she had been told. Part of her did know one thing though...
She agreed.