The End Of All Things

[Artemis Vahl'Nyx]

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[member="Enigma"]​

If this was a game she had to play,​

A tough time in her life, with no other way to go,​

She'd play it for all of her days,​

Until the world was hers and everyone did know​

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That Nyxai are not to be trifled with.​

They can be cold, ruthless, and often so cruel​

Hence their common title of 'queen',​

Due to their style of wretched, cold, tight rules.​

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"Just close your eyes and link with her."​

As if it was that easy to pull back and start anew,​

Like a sharp breath could be a cure,​

And this was something even she could always do.​

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Maybe this was what had to be,​

A rewritten existence for her and everyone to see.​

Or a call out to summon thee,​

So yee can hear the new rules of life be decreed.​

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"If this is the only chance to save any part of her... then this shall be the body I use for the rest of my time. Start the process, dear. It's time for the end of all things." Swiftly the ghost slid forward, her hands clasping one of her kin's, smiling sadly. As the witch worked her magic the Zorren prepared her mind for the troubles she knew would be ahead. All sorts of worries filled her. But she knew that it would be now or never, here or nowhere, a chance that if not taken would be gone forever. So the child of Tywin stood tall in the face of fear. Her heart, no longer in her chest, could not beat. Yet she knew that if it could... it surely would beat hard. Besides her the Sith weaved the force together, starting to tie her soul to a new body. They worked in tandem to accomplish their task. Vanessa pulled the two closer, working to insert Nyx's spirit into a new vessel, and in turn the girl wiggled her way into the mind of her relative. Or whatever remained of it. Strings were put in place. Knots were tied. Two started to become one, as they were surely meant to be. Arebisius was little more than a shell. With her sister... she could once more be a gift, or perhaps a curse, upon the galaxy. Just as the universe had originally intended to be. Whatever had gone wrong would not continue to rid the worlds of her legacy. "It is not the end. It is the start of all things." Her vision began to fade.​

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There was darkness.​

Then there was light.​

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First it was just a shimmer in the distance, a glimpse of something, anything. Then there was a glimmer of something more coming closer... a flicker of suns. Soon the far-off stars turned into a sea, a beautiful thing, with cosmic waves crashing into moon dust beaches. As the woman regained consciousness she felt herself wading through bright lights and into a soft sky. Blues drifted around her with reds, yellows, and greens thrown into the mix. Her dead-white eyes could barely take it all in. Even as the shine seemed to bubble and froth she moved forward, knowing not where her destination lie. A whisper in the back of her mind told her someone was guiding her onwards. Somewhere in the vast soul-span was a web for her to weave herself into. Each movement she made rustled the sky-water, sending rippled forth, swirling the ocean of galaxies. Softly she wondered what her drifting was doing to the outside realm. Were tsunamis slamming into crowded bulkheads while winds whipped through the air with every breath she took? Or were children sleeping softly and dreaming of her newly found reality? Perhaps pondering such things was pointless. Still she drifted on, planets shifting in her wake. Before her a shape was forming. A woman, standing still, encased in stained glass. At least... she had arrived. She was finally home. Finally... at peace with the world.​

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Un-ghostly lids opened over wide eyes,​

For the first time in years both were gifted with sight.​

Choking back tears she tried not to cry​

As her heart was filled with an indescribable light.​

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"Did... did it work? Am I alive?"​

Arebisius spoke with a rough tone, unintentionally,​

Her voice had nearly died​

While she lived in dreams, her own fantasy...​

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Slowly, surely, the woman sat up​

A twinkle in her eyes met a smile upon her lips​

When she realized death hadn't won.​

"Oh, dear Vanessa... I could give you a kiss."​

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One hand weakly stretched out​

The Zorren reached for an open palm to grasp.​

She did not have the power to shout,​

But still she was glad to be alive again at last.​

Glad to be free.​

 

[Onrai]

A gentle grasp upon the palm of her hand
would indicate she was alive.
Like a small oasis in an ocean of sand,
she would live and grow and thrive.

"I would take you in my arms if you wanted."
She smiled and leaned to give a kiss.
"Despite my best efforts, you seem so undaunted.
Is there something amiss?"

With a gentle motion forward,
she would give the woman a hug.
She was obviously less than bored
as it turned into a proper snug.

"Resurrection is so fine!"
She chortled with a layer of glee.
"Let's get you up, have a glass of wine,
the pair of us - you and me."

[member="Lady Medax"]

 

[JD Lykaios]

[member="Enigma"]​

How wondrous it was, to be alive again.​

No longer without a heart, lungs, or any body part.​

So much had changed since she was slain,​

But now she could go on as more than just a ghost.​

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"There is so much I want right now," Arebisius started to say, only to be interrupted with a kiss. The touch of their lips was brief. Just a little peck. Any more would have to wait, if any more was to come. As desperate as the Zorren was for the touch of another... she couldn't help but think about who her body really belonged to. Did the idea of using it still bother her? Perhaps a bit. In time she'd hopefully become more comfortable within the skin. For now she simply held back. "It's been a long time since I've been able to move around like this. And really, my cousin here hasn't exactly been active lately. Trying to go out and walk or run... Something tells me it wouldn't go so well. I need to take it slow. No matter how much I want to do everything I need to go slow. I lost my first body. Ruining my second chance isn't an option."​

 

[JD Lykaios]

{Accidental double post.}
{As a note, every single post of mine after this will be done with Arebisius}

 

[Onrai]

"It should be alright for you."
The voice chortled with glee.
"So long as I'm with you through and through,
You'll be fine. Just stick with me."

She was soon snuggle-sempai
As Circe moved in for an embrace.
It wasn't what she wanted, "why"
Was a better question in this great race.

She scooted closer to the woman,
Ensuring that she was comforted again.
It would scarcely be lacking in fun
And to Circe, it wasn't a sin.

"You know... There's that one girl.
The one I'm talking about...
She then trailed off, her mind on a whirl
As she gave a quick little pout.

Too bad she didn't know about Vrag.

[member="Arebisius Vahl'Nyx"]

 

[JD Lykaios]

[member="Enigma"]​

"To be honest... I am unsure of who you speak. More importantly... what about the lass?" Ares asked, tilting her head to the side. For a moment the motion made her dizzy, surely due to her long, long slumber. The body she now inhabited needed time to become as strong as it had once been. For now she would have to go slow, painfully so, in order to keep herself together. She wondered how hard she'd have to work to get strong once more. But of course, there was not much time to ponder, and her attention was drawn back to her companion. "Is there someone who I should meet? I wouldn't mind having the company of another woman. Not at all."​

 

[Onrai]

[member="Arebisius Vahl'Nyx"]

"I admittedly know of several Sith who might be interested in such a pursuit towards a lovely woman like yourself. Then again, I'm not entirely sure as to where you wish to align yourself regarding the usage of the Force. Or perhaps you'd like to work for me and my company? We have a lot to develop for the Republic, certainly, and any skilled labor could prove beneficial."

The irony: Circe was sincere in her offer of a job.