First Reply Setting Up A Nest

[Asaiah Celwik]

Location: Dagobah
Tag: Open! (I'd prefer for someone more Dark-Side aligned please)

It was time to finally settle down. Asaiah had been travelling across the Galaxy, trying to figure out where would be the best place for her to settle down and get to work on her experiments. The various vials of blood she had collected were practically whispering for her to get to work on her theories. It would make sense for her to finally stop her journey for a while, to let her heal after the injuries she took on Hoth. Her left arm still hung loosely at her side with the burn scars spreading up from her hand to her shoulder, but it was an injury that she was content with. She could find a way to heal it eventually but today was not going to be that day.

The Force had led her to Dagobah, and that was where she had settled in. Some might have thought that a swamp cave was not the best way to relax and recover but it suited Asaiah. She didn't have to deal with people or any form of distraction out here, as she worked away. It had taken quite a bit of effort to get all of her supplies into the cave, working on bringing all of the different devices and electronics in, especially when she only had serious usage of her right arm. But it was all needed for her goal. Her ultimate aim of her experiments, as various voices in the cave seemed to encourage her descent.

Her original aim had been to find out what all of the "criminals" she had dealt with had in common. She believed it was in their blood. That people's fates and personality was all determined by their blood. Yet now she believed that blood had power. It had strength. It was a gift that was given to people and it was a gift that she wanted to hand out herself. To her worshipers, those who believed her, those who were going to follow her "Bloodline." It was going to be plenty of hard work to find the secrets that blood held...She'd need more Force Sensitive blood to work with as well...but that could be a note for later. For now she could work on making...pets. It wasn't something she understood fully but she had her own petri dish with some blood that she had been experimenting with. Flowing the Force into it, to see how it would react...It had been inert at first...but the organism in the dish had been growing more and more active, to the point that Asaiah had been feeding some creepy crawlies from the swamp to it...

Oh. That reminded her. She needed to go and hunt for some more goodies for her little baby. A manic grin crossed her face as she spun around on the heel of her foot, getting ready to head into the swamps. This was what she enjoyed. Being by herself. She didn't have to hide anything. She could just let her face show how she felt. The mad glee in her eyes that sparkled, the bright grin that crossed her lips. Even the little pep to her step as she carefully wrapped her injured hand around a metal container before heading straight into the swamp! It was time for all of that creepy crawly goodness. What was going to be on the menu today?
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[Delila Castillon]

She still didn't have a handle on this 'ghost' thing. It was difficult to control except when she wanted to harass Ashin Cardé Varanin .Ghost Delila suspected that had something to do with the Sith inhabiting her body. Inhabiting? Evicted her. Either way her existence was a lot of drifting around. Sometimes she was seen. Sometimes she wasn't. Just a lot of trial and error.

Today she wound up on Dagobah, staring at some kid. A weird kid.

Appearing beside the kid, an eyebrow was raised.

"You eatin' those bugs or something?"

Asaiah Celwik

 

[Asaiah Celwik]

Location: Dagobah
Tag: Delila Castillon

"Not me. My children."

Asaiah was rather calm for someone who was seemingly snuck up on, as she dropped a few more bugs into various jars, turning her attention to the little creepy crawlies inside, fighting each other and trying to come out on top. It was part of Asaiah's feeding method. The strongest of the strong would survive the little glass arena, and then be fed to her creations.

She slid the jars into her bag, clapping her hands together for a grin turning her head over towards the stranger...Though her face fell at the sight of them. Whilst most might have been scared or terrified by the sudden sight of a ghost, Asaiah just seemed...sorely disappointed as she folded her arms along her front.

"You're dead."

The blonde stated the obvious, as she stared the ghost down. That wasn't good. The dead should stay dead. The living should live. It was simple logic. It should be faultless logic. But here was a fault, in that logic. Right in front of her.
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[Delila Castillon]

"Not me. My children."

"Your children?" Delila paused, curious. "I've fallen on some hard times but never had to resort to bug eating....Stealing would be preferable. Look, I don't want to see any kids starve, y'know....I'd be happy to help you steal some ground nerf and bread..."

How would she help steal? That would be figured out when they came to it. Ghostly distractions would be easy enough. Then this woman - who looked awful young to be a mother - could feed her kids real food besides antennae. A small shake of her head and a sigh. Maybe it was her age and everyone under the age of forty looking like a small child.

"You're dead."

"I hadn't noticed." Deadpan sarcasm before she continued. "Only recently....long story. My body is out there doing all sorts of nefarious stuff. Still learnin' the ropes to this mess."

 

[Asaiah Celwik]

Location: Dagobah
Tag: Delila Castillon

"It's the best way for them to develop. The toxins and poisons contained in their food will further encourage them to grow stronger."

Asaiah, of course had no clue that Delila thought she was talking about actual children. No, no. Asaiah's creations were her children. There was no perceivable future for Asaiah where she'd have actual children.

"Also, theft is wrong. Judgement shall come to all those who have committed evil."

Ironic, considering Asaiah's own actions. But she would never refute being a hypocrite. Most people were in their own beliefs. Asaiah was just more willing to accept that than most were.

"Perhaps your body has to die before you can truly rest. I'm unsure. The concepts of spirits are beyond me."
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[Delila Castillon]

"Wow, you are just a bright ray of sunshine."

Delila was amused she has discovered such a person. Feeding insects to one another? Theft is wrong? The dead should stay dead? A small smile played on her lips, not believing this encounter. If she wasn't dead then what exactly was this? Wasn't exactly an experience she had sought out and signed up for. It just kind of happened.

"So...what do you do for fun? Beyond insects? You look young. Far too young to be so cynical. I remember those days though...thinking I had experienced it all. Clearly I was wrong."

Asaiah Celwik

 

[Asaiah Celwik]

Location: Dagobah
Tag: Delila Castillon

"A ray of sunshine is brief. Fleeting. The warmth it leaves behind doesn't last. But what I make for the Galaxy will last."

She raised an eyebrow at the ghost's question. What did Asaiah do for fun? This. This was fun for Asaiah. Helping her experiments grow. Getting out of her lab to get some "fresh" air. That was what she did for fun. Yet she felt like that wasn't going to a satisfactory answer...Hm...Talking about using people as experiments perhaps wasn't the best answer to give either.

"I like creating things. Things that no-one else has ever seen."

Yes. That worked. Her creations. That was something that was fun for Asaiah. Creating little monstrosities. Of course, they weren't that to Asaiah. Every creation Asaiah made was like a little angel. A child.

"Also. I'm not cynical. I'm a realist."
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