Rewired

[Spark Finn]

[member="Darth Carach"]

Eyes she hadn't realized she scrunched closed slowly opened and blinked beneath spectacles. Feelings similar to when the low timbre of his voice reached her ear spread from his touch along her not as swollen palm, feelings of security and a rich warmth akin to drinking the best cup of hot chocolate with a dash of whipped cream topping. It startled her.

Reluctantly, perhaps she was anxious about what it would feel like out of his embrace, she pulled her palm from her master and flexed her fingers slowly. Still a little stiff and a little swollen but nothing compared to the excruciating pain from just a few seconds ago. Sandy-brows scrunched together inquisitively.

"How did you do that?"

She looked around suddenly, still noting the guards. The place took on a whole new angle when her desire to escape was swallowed by the technovirus and the machinations of Darth Carach. "And where are we, exactly? Can I go...anywhere?"

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Spark Finn"]

The Sith Lord turned around, waving for Lady Finn to follow him. He started walking and did not even assume to look back, it was not his way, he assumed, no he knew she would follow him. Because that was what people did when they were around him, they followed, obeyed and it all came natural to the Voice of the Dark Lord.​

‘The Jedi like to think they know all there is to know about the Darkside.’ he finally said, still assuming she was following closely to him. ‘But the truth is they cannot know, simply because you cannot truly know when you have never experienced its touch.’​

A shrug.​

‘Not all of the Darkside is inherently destructive. Some applications can be used to heal, to suppress pain, to aid you in times of need. You simply need to open yourself to such possibilities.’ ​

Finally, Carach did look over his shoulder. Burning eyes slowly subsidizing to the color of a deep ocean, calm, but vast in its entirety. ‘You are in my humble abode, Lady Finn. This will be your home for the time being, until more… suitable arrangements can be made.’​

He ignored the last question, simply because he did not yet know if he would allow her complete access to the former EmPal Center, perhaps when Carach had made a permanent base things would be different.​

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Darth Carach"]

She nearly walked into him when he turned around but just stopped herself. Fingertips trailed along the wall's surface as they walked the hall. She was sending out a silent ping through the force, picking up on anything data or technology related. With a lift of her curved-chin, her blue-gaze met his blue.

The swelling was completely gone from her palm, the technovirus healing whatever was left to be healed after Carach's touch.

"But wouldn't the same be true for you? Wouldn't you need to experience the touch of light to truly know it?"

Her question shouldn't be mistaken as disobedience or sassiness. She was analytic in nature. She had always questioned things - questioned the boundaries of authority. That's part of what lead her on the path of slicing in the first place.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Spark Finn"]

An ironic smile, perhaps just a little sad in its intensity, took him a while to reply, took him a while to let the memories pass. None of them were his own memories, but it were the only memories he had left to him, it were the only ones that could exist to a man who had only lived for a few years.​

‘Who says I haven’t?’ ​

Sadly the Sith Lord didn’t allow Spark to ponder or question those mysterious words for a long time, because he turned around again and started walking. Their destination? Unknown, their target? Same so. ​

Had he lied? Was it the truth? Perhaps one would have to know more about the memories that had been left to him, to really understand what made the Lord of Freedom tick.​

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Darth Carach"]

The sandy-blond haired between a girl and a woman shot her master a critical look at his response. She followed after him, needing to take two steps for his one. She continued to invisibly ping, fingertips trailing along the walls as she formed a mental map of the place.

Her sight in the force only went so far and some areas of the building were a bit more...blurry around the edges.

"Do you always answer a question with a question?" She quipped finally, speeding her pace just slightly so she could walk beside his towering bulk.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Spark Finn"]

A soft snort, amusement. She was an… interesting specimen to say the least, he could practically feel her sending pings all across the place to figure out a mental map of the place. Smart, very smart. They were a strange pair, different to some degree, where Spark was analytical, logical and concrete… Carach was different.​

Emotions, abstractness and the esoteric arts, those were his forte. How could it be otherwise? When it was the realm of the mind that beckoned always so strongly? When you yourself wander through life and can practically feel the minds of others pressing onto yours while you walk on by… you cannot not find yourself understanding them on a fundamental level. ​

‘What’s a better way of teaching?’ the Sith Lord asked, with a sad lazy grin plastered to his lips. Even as he grinned, it gave him another memory, from a man that was once him, but no longer was around. ​

‘Heh, it’s a habit, I guess. The best way to figure out a person is by asking questions, or that is how I have always seen it.’​

A touch of genuinity from her Master?​

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Darth Carach"]

Stomach grumbled from the beginnings of hunger. She ignored it. "Am I asking the right questions yet?" A hint of humor sparked in her gray-blue eyes. Like a magnet to its other half, she continued to feel pulled to Darth Carach's side.

"You sound like you have a lot of experience teaching." An observation as they walked, she finally pulled her fingertips away from the wall, her mental map as finished as it was going to be - for the time being. It was curious to see this side of her master. She knew he could be ruthless even if she couldn't quite remember the details. The guards in the halls also seemed to hold the man in a healthy respect but so far she was lucky enough not to be on the receiving end.

She hoped to keep it that way, the idea of failing him was crushing enough.

Odd.