Ressurection.

[Zuel]

He sat there in a kneeled position, slowly looking over the tombstones in the graveyard. Rain poured down on his head, splashing onto his scarred face. This was the first time in years that he had removed his mask when in public. Sadness seemed to drill into his heart until he finally discovered his desired tombstone. 'RICH M. BARRAGE. May he rest in piece' Zuel read over the engravings, feeling a tear slowly roll down his face, then other, and another. The only thing of his childhood he could remember was his father's abusive behavior, yet he still loved him. "I'm...s-sorry!" Zuel muttered slowly, his raw lips slowly curving into a frown. He slowly moved his gloved hand across the stone, shaking his head multiple times. His hip holster was placed next to him on the dirt with both of his revolvers securely strapped inside. His trench coat was drenched but Zuel didn't have the heart to leave.

"I'm sorry."

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

The thunder clouds over head would blot out the sun, casting a thick veil of darkness over the tombstone, and surrounding areas. The rain drops would begin to increase in quantity, as a full blown storm broke out overhead. In the near distance, a powerful bolt of lightning would release itself from the clouds, surging down to impact with the ground. A brief, but bright flash of light emitted from the energy, bringing attention to the dark clothed figure who had been present the entire time. Water ran down the short individual's clothing, as he watched [member="Zuel"] silently. The man had been crying and apologizing repeatedly, for something that Ballen-Ist was unaware of. Looking down at the grave, the young Knight would take a few steps to the side, aiming to get a look at the tombstone.

"Did you kill him?" The boy questioned curiously.

 

[Zuel]

His head slowly turned, staring at the Pureblood with a scarred face. "Kill him? N-no, this b-belongs to my father", Zuel said sadly, turning back to the tombstone. "What brings you here?" He asked, placing his hand on the tombstone. Another crack of lighting seemed to destroy the sky due to it's sound only, causing the deranged and twisted young smuggler to twitch for a moment. "May I help you?" He asked, sorrow in his voice.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Ballen-Ist's body would move swiftly across the soaked ground, his long black cape flowing behind him. The rain would continue to pelt the duo from above, not letting up in the slightest. Lightning would shoot down to the planet's surface on occasion, setting a rather ominous tone for the scene. "Is that so? How did he die?" The young pureblood would question, his eyes flaring beneath the black hood that concealed his features. He could feel the pain and anger that [member="Zuel"] possessed, it was quite powerful.

"You may be able to help me, though that depends on many things."

 

[Zuel]

"FETH YOU!" He said, spinning around and quickly skimming one of his revolvers out of his holsters. Tears still rolling down his face, the unstable man raised the revolver, leveling it with the Sith's chest. "You got somethin' to do?" He asked, but was cut off by the crack of lightning and the roar of thunder. He slowly pulled back the hammer of the weapon, shaking uncontrollably. "Leave..."

@Ballen-Ist