The First Tragic Attempt

[GhostOfProtocol]

There was something depressing about being dead.

There was something better about being alive, reborn in the body of a human who'd died previously. It had taken so long to rebuild the energy to get free from the lightsaber that had served as his prison for months. Now, he was free but he wasn't free. He hadn't really planned the target, he just knew that it would be easier to essence transfer into a dead body than a live body.

So to hell he went.

Netherworld, so many had been trapped after being lost. Kei knew he had options, but he didn't know exactly where he would end up, in what body he would find himself in. He would experiment later, first he needed to try and find the two friends who he had brought to hell to get him out, the two people he trusted to remember the direction of the exit so that he could get out.

He hoped they could get out.

[member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Thraxis"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay had wondered if she was crazy. Having [member="Kei Raxis"] seeming to invade her dreams and tell her to help him escape the Netherworld was all too surreal. But...what if it was real? Never in her life had she had dreams so vivid that followed the same theme night after night. So there was a chance that there was some truth to it.

She did her reasearch. Kay had soent many afrernoons at the library in the University of Eight, going through various holo-records and books to find a gateway that would take her there. And then there were the days of packing and preparing for such a venture. Tea was packed, of course. Plus her kettle, water, rashions, a small blaster and her red Sith lightsaber. That could do her better there than her other one.

How long did she plan on going for? A few days at the most. If she couldn't find him then she had to go back. As it was, she knew that she couldn't stray far from the gateway once she was on the otherside.

Now she was there, standing at the gate in her light armour with her personal cloaking device. Would any of this stuff work in the Netherwprld? She wasn't certain. All that she knew was that it wasn't going to be good.

Kay took a deep breath and let it out slowly before she passed through the gate. Her eyes were closed at first. But when they were opened, she found herself within the gates of a place that she didn't want to be.

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

White noise. An existence of black. No emotions existed before this. No emotions would exist after this. It was hard to comprehend a dream, those faces you see, those people you meet. What happened to them after? No one really knew. Maybe, they simply died. But this was the netherworld, there was a tinge of reality and certainty in it. Where all bad memories sleep and dream. Where all bad emotions exist. Or at least, that was how this dream perceived it.

Pop.​

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And like that, with that single tap, he existed. He came to the forefront of imagination, would he live for a second, or days at a time. He didn't know. He looked around, took a step, every motion in his body was a natural fluid, his mind a flutter with predesignated thoughts, ideas, concepts. An imbibe was all he could think of, he raised a hand, each joint a strange yet familiar feeling as he closed. Shut. Opened. Rolled. His very motion was a strange mix of perfectly familiar yet completely new. It couldn't even be called Deja vu, because of this figment. Well, he had never dreamed. But it also seemed familiar. Where would this loop of new familiarity end? Well. It didn't think it would get to that point before being torn out of life in a literal blink of an eye, both unphased and terrified, he made a true first motion, no longer held up on this constant confusion he walked to a dilapidated window, pulling back a curtain to see. Off in the distance, the dreamer. The congniscent force that propelled his facsimile of a reality into temporal existence. But it wasn't a warm feeling, a writhing tenacity drew and faltered into his existence. He opened his palm, looked down, and there remained a needle, rolling it between his digits, every time he missed the curve it simple slipped through his skin and back into his palm.

And then, he blinked, and he was moved, he wanted this new location, a clean fresh hallway, two doors closed as he took in a breath, the air was stagnant and cooled by a working air conditioner. It was strangely... warm to be invited too, and that was what he was to do for... the word should have been guest but a different word kept replacing it in the dreams mind. Patient. My patient has returned. It rolled and rolled, each one a different cooing voice, each one his own but with a different, somewhat dark inflexion lacing its every word. He took in a deep breath of stagnant air, pushing open the door to greet the new day. A warm smile brushed over him, his white coat fluttered in a breeze as his voice echoed and pulled all around, the very reality seemed to cave and close in, the blades of grass and tussocks shifted closer in, the building warped in size, growing a single tiny inch, and the windows pierced through, each and every window pulled up with a caged bar behind them as a ghastly voice spoke in an unnerved coo.

"It has been some time Kay. Welcome home."​

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[member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Kei Raxis"]​

 

[Kay-Larr]

The door opening in the building across the grass caught her attention first. The fluttering of the white coat gave her a sudden feeling of dread. Her first instinct was to look behind her, but there was no visible door or gate that she thought she had walked through just moments ago. All that she saw was a wall. Tall and familiar.

The sound of Dr. [member="Thraxis"] welcoming her caused her to look foward again. Did the building itself get bigger? Or was she getting closer? Right now she wanted to run, yet her body felt as though gravity was pulling it down. She looked down at her feet, yet they appeared normal. Still, she couldn't even move them. They were all so heavy. And so were her arms. Kay gripped onto the strap of her satchel as her breathing quickened, trying to find her voice to respond to him. "No...This is not my home and you know it."

Again she looked down to her feet, her jaw clenched as she took hold of one of her pant legs in a bid to move her leg and to take a step. But it wouldn't work.

"Stay there! Don't come any closer!"

[member="Kei Raxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

He paused, head bobbed to the side as the figmentor beckoned and cried their demands. He paused, he was at least a few meters away but everything about him seemed so clear. His purpose was obvious to him in his every unfamiliar motion, a wide smile, comforting, reassuring and... disarming. At his side popped and tied to a belt that no more than a blink appeared yet seemed to exist since the begging of his life all of a few seconds ago. At its side, a clipboard and in another hand, a pen. A classic example of the too tired for this.

He snapped his fingers, he looked with a shake of his head to Kay, she thought she had options, but this wasn't a lucid dream. Or it was. They had yet to reach the threshold of the bouncing red ball. But he digressed in his own mindscape, torturing himself if ever she got the capacity for that threshold, where the dream was snatched from his hands and into hers. No, this persona, this quality of life, this characture screamed in his minds o never give her control. If she had even an ounce, she could topple him fully. But he wasn't allowing those illusions to take control.

When his fingers snapped, that pop of noise from the ground emerged two burly men, their faces plain, expressionless and muted colours adorned them as they emerged from the ground, walking as if they climbed the stairway to the surface. Their arms folded and coiled around, between their fingers fabric formed, strung and snapped, attempting to put Kay in her rightful clothes. Not the garments of the queen, not the Cartel's Thorn, and certainly no dress. She belonged in a straight jacket. She belonged in a white shirt with matching pants.

And her home was a land of imagination.​

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[member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Kei Raxis"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

No! No! No!

This was not how it was supposed to work. She was supposed to find [member="Kei Raxis"] ! She wasn't supposed to get stuck!

And then that was when it hit her. Maybe Kei was inside that building. Maybe that was where she had to rescue him from! That had to be it. That made more sense. That gave her some hope.

She couldn't scale the wall if she couldn't move. She couldn't run either. And who knows what was on the other side of those walls?

Kay eyed each of the two orderlies as they seemed to step up out of the ground. Well that was disturbing. Almost as much as that calm expression that Dr. [member="Thraxis"] carried with him. She clenched her jaw as they got closer, holding the straightjacket out. If she let herself fall in a passive aggressive manner, they'd more than likely pin her down. So instead she pressed a button on the wrist of her light armour to try to activate her personal cloaking device. Did such a thing even work in the Netherworld? All that she could do was wait to find out.

 

[Thraxis]

In a blink of an eye, if even that measure of time was applicable, she flicked out of existence, the two workers not pausing or hesitating, robotic in their motions and goal their arms still lurched forward, straitjacket still in place. The cloak worked, that was true, but unless dream cloaks worked how he imagined... It hadn't achieved much more than working. The duo pressed forward, assuming her location still as buckles clicked, white robes attached and Kay was caught in a single lurched grasp by the mute fellows.

Then, with an otherworldly pull, they were dragged like some bad special effect, the duo lifted her, legs propelled from the ground as their every step seemed off-putting, as if their feet didn't properly connect with the ground and they were propelled by some other force. But it didn't matter how they moved, they climbed the steps, walked through the doors and in it, one of her more shaking fears came presently.

Long white halls, extending and pulled down, they continued down thatpath of white and cushioned walls, there was damage to the thing. It wasn't those first walls. It was the second set. That second visit of hers, where the workers were pristine, cleaned and pressed clothing the walls were far from it. Damaged, cushioning pulled out rubble and dust culminated in groups and puddles in the floor and it only got worse the further down.

And it was further down, the thing slid at an angle, spiralling in the greatest of slivers as she came face to face with a single door, Thraxis was already inside, that clipboard, that strange cleanliness of clothing as he walked to the door. In the corner of the room, there was something there. Humanoid shaped, but just far enough out of vision and in a fog of shadows as Thraxis walked to the door, a smile crept over him as he pressed a hand against the metal hunk, the sound of a key unlocking, pulling down levers and chains dropping as the door slid open with a rusty shriek. He took a step, pointed to a bed and let the guardsman place her down, takes their leave, and behind them. The door cackled with a bang as chains, levers and gears shifted and locked her in place with something else.

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As for who it was that sat there. Who know's who in this land of make-believe.​

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[member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Kei Raxis"]​

 

[Kay-Larr]

Fear. Fear was a horrible emotion. It had the ability to immobolize someone. Especially in the Netherworld. Yes, her cloaking device worked, but not that it had any effect. The orderlies still gripped her arms and worked to bind them into the straightjacket. During her struggles to worm her arms out from their grasp, the buttons on her wrist were hit, deactivating the cloaking device and popping her back into view.

"Don't!! Let go of me!!"

But they didn't. Instead she was picked up and moved in a quick pace to the entrance. Her nightmare was a reality. Or was it really just a dream? She couldn't tell. Kay struggled like a worm on a hook as she was carried down the white hallway, the walls growing in decay the further in the building they went.

And there was Dr. [member="Thraxis"] waiting for her, unlocking the door to a padded room that she was quite familiar with. The orderlies plopped her onto the bed before they all took their leave, blocking the doirway with their bodies so that she couldn't slip through if she tried.

She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly as the locks sealed her in. There'll be an opportunity to escape. There always was. He never kept her in her room forever. He always let her outside. So that give her a sliver of hope. All that she had to do was wait. And then she could find [member="Kei Raxis"] and help him to come home.

Her eyes then found the figure in the corner. She squinted, looking to find the face within the shadows. "Hello?...Who are you?..."

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Nightmares.

That was the issue with Neatherworld, it brought out the worst nightmares in people. He had a feeling he knew what the Queen was experiencing, although he couldn't pull her out of it because he couldn't find her. He'd been wondering for going on twenty five minutes just for any sort of hint on her location. She was somewhere, he knew that, he just didn't know where. He felt the force that poured from her, but he couldn't track it for some reason.

He felt taller.

That was strange. From short to crystal to tall. He knew he had changed into a new body although he wasn't sure what body, who's body. He hadn't even had chance to look at himself in a reflective surface. He could have been a female for all he knew, however he was aware that he felt taller. He was oddly concerned about how Kay would recognise him, would she recognise him? Would she know he was the Kei Raxis who'd been assisting her monarchy for years?

He didn't know.

He just wanted to help her, free her from her personal hell. And then avoid being slapped.

[member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Thraxis"]​

 

[Thraxis]

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Thump. Thump. Thump.​

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Bang. Bang...​

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Silence. All but a faint breath panting and wavering. He had given them who knew how much time, it felt like five minutes but he never had a grasp of time, it was something you got from a lifetime of experience, and maybe forty minutes wasn't a lifetime even to a Mayfly. But he had instinct, he was running on it, with it and doubted he would ever go against his natural call. The word Torture, Pain, Doctor all rolled through his mind as he looked at Kay, a small window of view peeling open, a tray of food on a platter of steel following the shortlived entrance to freedom no more than a foot wide.

The food was a mishmash of fresh and old. A bundle of Potatoes, a single fish, Deboned of course so the infirm of mind can't hurt themselves, two cups of water and a mountain of peas. But when off, it wasn't as if half the Potatoes were off. Well, in a sense, half were off, just not individual ones. One potato, as an example, was mouldy on one half, cold to the touch and felt as if mould had rooted deep into its body, and the other half was baked, skin still crunchy and a pleasant waft of steam rolled off with a delightful scent.

The door closed in an instant, the food half hovering in a defiance of Physics as the Doctor peered through the window to the room, a smile crept and peeled away, his clipboard in hand as the sound of ink dribbling along paper audited between his touch. "I believe you are familiar with your guest..." His words rolled out like a cacophony of language, onomatopoeia and sounded as if a dead tongue had rolled reality to keep itself secret. He couldn't speak it, as if forbidden even in his own reality. ...Strange. He thought to himself, maybe his control was not as absolute as he thought or perceived.

But he persisted onwards, undeterred by the rules imparted to him. "Once you have finished your meal, as always a one hour outside time." He paused, a sigh as he looked to their neighbour, "And please. Do not spew your vile heresy and delusions onto this man. We are here to make you better and get rid of this nonsense of Kingdoms and magic." He turned on a heel, his every word spat out with a vile snap, the cantankerous old man tired of his job, starting with a fresh-faced smile, but as years rolled onwards it turned to a smirk, then a frown, and finally a hidden sneer behind the bosses back. he had worked for forty minutes but felt as if he had worked a lifetime to get her on the straight and narrow.

Afterall. This was a perception of the doctor. Not Thraxis.​

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[member="Kei Raxis"] | [member="Lady Kay"]​

 

[Kay-Larr]

Her questions were just greeted with silence. Was the shadowy figure an illusion?

Kay's eyes snapped to the door as the tray of food was slid in. Now how was she supposed to eat anything while in a straightjacket? Use her feet?

She settled back onto the bed, not really caring to eat or drink right at the moment. Maybe she'd do so later.

But then there it was. A confirmation from Dr. [member="Thraxis"] that the figure in her room wasn't imaginary, for he had seen it too! But there was little recognition in the figure that stood in the corner.

Kay frowned as Dr. Thraxis walked away, telling her not to speak of what was real to her. He was mistaken of course. She knew that he was wrong. Perhaps her best bet was to play along and hope that she would be released. Yet that could probably take a while. This was the Netherworld, a land of nightmares and at least her real fears were being put at bay. For now. No needles. No drugs to steal away who she was. No. There was only the straightjacket binding her, and the off putting smell of the food now sitting in her cell. "I'm not really hungry....What about you? That is if you can talk at all...."

[member="Kei Raxis"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Kei stumbled.

He hoped he was getting close to the Queen. He wanted to get out of hell before he was caught in his own personal hell and therefore got stuck with Kay. She would hate him if he got them both stuck in hell, therefore it was his plan to not get them stuck in hell. He kept walking, moving in some sort of general direction just hoping that he could find the Queen and just hoping that he would be able to free them both.

He felt her in the force, faint but there. That was the only indication that he was moving in the right direction, hell was pretty bad at sign posts and navigation computers didn't tend to work either. All he could do was walk and stumble, use the walking time to adjust to the new body that he was in and try and figure out the new differences between his old body and this new body, the new body that he had "borrowed".

He saw her. Over the hill, just sat there. Her eyes were closed, force signature faint but there. She was trapped in her own mind, reliving her fears that she'd faced once before. He could only assume that she was reliving torture, the suffering that she'd been through in the past. Or perhaps it was the trial of her husband, her worst fear was punishing her husband for what he'd done on Deneba. Perhaps it was something else.

He slid down the hill and moved towards her.

[member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

It was off in the distance, those two burly men emerged from dilapidated rooms, eyes whirled with empty passion as they spoke in hollowed tongues. Their language indiscernible, but spoke truly in Thraxis mind, at last, maybe it was the madness talking, or the speech of the netherworld. A new guest has arrived. He walked over to a window, and there on the hill, a new visitor to the hospital had arrived. But... well. This didn't seem to be a guest, he had managed to get past the towering walls, maybe this one knew the seems and bounds of the Netherworld and rightfully knew how to utilize all its intricacies. If it even had intricacies. HE had lived for all of a few moments, he wasn't sure how he managed anything in this reality, simply assuming natural talent. Something the real Thraxis never had. At least, as far as he knew.

But this brought problems. He recalled it, a fragment of knowledge, a mere crisp bit of visual information. Saviours came for Kay. Many came for Kay. Many tried for Kay. Kay was almost like a commodity, one with complete demand and only one fragment of supply. And right now, he demanded her here. He needed her here. She was in the most literal sense, his lifeforce and without her, he knew his death would come. So, with a snap of his fingers, the building shifted on its outer level, all for Kei to see. The windows morphed with iron bars, becoming like slitted pupils, the doors banged shut as knobs twisted close. The two guardsmen quickly made their way down, their steps an ominous and unanimous thumping as they came to the door, straight jackets in hand as they prepared the door for a breach.

Thraxis, in the meantime, he had a job to do. And knowing whoever this new intruder was lived in his realm, where every strain of fabric could be his eyes, where every frame of tile could be his ears and every glimmer of light his taste, he was confident he could get his job done before this new man could arrive. So, on his heel, he snapped his finger, rolling on a heel and back to Kay. The chains on the door rolled and simmered, snapping off with natural fluidity. The door rolled open, and there was Thraxis. He looked to her guest, it seemed he hadn't the time to do what was needed, to break Kay's seems of reality. "Interesting isn't it. Do you remember this person?" He inquired, walking up behind them, back to Kay, the door slowly creaked close, chains rattling back into place as he hovered over the women.

"They were a devout follower. Really believed in everything you said you could do." He was now in a Lion's den, and it was all about atmosphere, if you could make a Lion believe you were invincible, they wouldn't touch you. Unless they were seriously hungry, but Kay had that delicious meal at her disposal. "Until, well. You couldn't. Their entire world shattered, their hope's dashed against the rocks." He turned once more on his heel, looking at Kay, the atmosphere grew heavy, his every word holding that tinge of dread.

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"Now Kay. Prove this woman wrong. Use. Your. Powers."​

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[member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Kei Raxis"]​

 

[Kay-Larr]

There was no talking that came from the shadowy figure in her room. No nothing. Maybe it was all inside of her head anyways. But she wasn't really here, was she? No. Kay was in the Netherworld while trying to find [member="Kei Raxis"] . And so far all that she did was manage to get herself caught by Dr. [member="Thraxis"] . His twisted points of view tended to make her doubt herself and question if what he was saying was true or if they were all just meant to make her crazy.

Regardless, he knew how to make her freeze up.

The door unlocked, causing her to look from the figure to Dr. Thraxis as he entered passed her into her padded cell. She stepped back from him instantly, moving to the furthest corner that she could while he spoke, her arms still very much trapped in the straightjacket. Her eyes darted to the shadowy figure, squinting as she tried to make out a face within it, but couldn't.

"A follower? I don't have any--" The words caught in her throat. Did he mean citizens? Commenori? And then he asked her to use her powers. She knew what he had meant. The Force. But she wasn't about to show off in front of strangers. She wasn't some performance animal that did tricks while at his beck and call. Plus her Force use was a secret.
It had to be kept that way. "I can't...I don't want to. I just want to find my friend and go home." But it was futile even telling him that, she figured.

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Legs.

He still had legs. That was useful. Legs were coming in extremely useful, tranversing the terrain of the Neatherworld. He was regaining his balance, getting used to the legs on the body. Kay was directly in front of him, he just needed to get to her and pull her out of whatever twisted nightmare she was stuck in. That was the difficult bit, he didn't even know if his body was force sensitive anymore. If it wasn't, he'd have to get seriously creative.

He slid besides the Queen, placing his hand on her shoulder. He hoped, and believed that she would feel it in the dream world. It was a teather, enough that she would hopefully break the cycle. If she didn't, he'd be required to enter her dream world and drag her out himself. That would be much more difficult and require levels of energy that he didn't know if he could muster since his "rebirth" in the new body.

He looked down. He was more tanned than he'd expected, he had actual abdominal muscles and a six pack. He looked like he'd been a warrior once, trained and ready to fight. He wondered if he actually packed a punch with a fist this time, he wondered if he could actually punch. Heavy armour would be nice, finally. He wondered about nanotechnology for a few moments, he'd heard from Adron that it had made great progresses since his death.

He kept his hand on the Queen's shoulder, and couldn't help but feel slightly guilty.

[member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

He smiled a wide grin. Her words flowed with possibility, it was as if an avalanche of inspiration struck him down. His mind ran aflutter, What angle? Maybe... no... How about... He thought to himself, devilish and cold even in his own mindscape as he took a step closer, a cold air wheezed and huffed into existence, the girl in the corner cuddled and clawed deeper and deeper, their limbs pressed like goo against the walls, the shadows hiding it all like a bad video game using fog to hide the subtle mistakes in it's seems of reality. He took a sharp breath, fingers unfurled as he put down his clipboard, taking a seat at the end of the bed. He exhaled a breath of white smoke, then in a calm, calculated voice, he laid down his pitch to probe the victim.

Tap. Tap. Tap.​

He let the noise hover in the air for a few seconds, "And what friend would that be? What home would you go too." He paused, waving his arm in a wide berth as he showed off the room. "This is your home Kay. No fanciful palace, no majestic butler, though." He paused, letting the tension rise as he took in a deep breath, he was oblivious to the spectator in the room, their hand on Kay's shoulder nothing more than Kay's addled mind once more if he knew it was there. "Plenty of tea and biscuits and your friend? Well." He went quiet, an abrupt stiffness to his movements as he pulled himself up, walking over to the creature in the corner, "this one was your friend. But you broke her poor heart, Kay. Because you kept going on about their freedom. You heard didn't you." He twisted on his heel, looking back with black eyes obscured in darkness, his white coat a barely visible blur in the coating darkness. "I knew it was a mistake. Letting someone with such delusions hide in here with another." He paused, he propped down, on his knees in an invisible blanket of darkness as he looked into her eyes, they were cold, dead and empty a complete devoid as he grabbed her, pulling her from the cold of darkness as she stared with empty abandonment at Kay. "And when you couldn't pull off the grandeur her eyes swelled with dry tears and she was left destitute of emotion." He let her recoil from what little light there was and back into the darkness as he stood up, an imposing figure for once as he spoke in a far more cynical tone. "Now. Repent for what you have done Kay! Apologize to this women and give up! Give up on your powers! Give up on this Fantasy!" He took a step forward, his entire visage clear, and a single scar ran along the side of his tarnished pink skin, wild eyes glared deep at her.

Give up. Give up. Give up.​

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[member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Kei Raxis"]​

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay felt the touch on her shoulder, causing her to turn her head and look. But she didn't see anyone, not even a glimpse of [member="Kei Raxis"] or the body that he had taken. For all appearances, she was only in the room with two others, Dr. [member="Thraxis"] and the young girl.

Her attention was drawn back to Dr. Thraxis as he sat on the bed. She could see him calculating, plotting, thinking, scheming. All of that unnerved her. He was up to something. And soon she was going to find out what that was.

Dr. Thraxis started to speak, wanting to know about Kei. But how crazy would she sound to tell him that she was looking for a dead guy?

The poor girl in the room was so frightened. It made her eonder if that was how she would end up if she got stuck here. Hopefully she wouldn't get stuck here...

"It's not a fantasy!
It's real! I'm not making it up! Take this straitjacket off and I can prove it. I can show you what I can do!" Whether or not he'd do so, she didn't know. But if he didn't, then maybe she could ask the invisible person that was touching her shoulder.

There was someone there. She could feel it. But was it another trick by the lunatic Doctor? Hopefully it wasn't.

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Kei swore.

It wasn't working, she couldn't feel him. He would need to get into her dream state, physically drag her out from whatever hell she was trapped in. The only downside is that he wasn't completely one hundred percent sure if he had the energy to get in there and pull her out. He needed to hope though, for her sake as well as his for she was the only one who knew the way out of the netherworld and back into the real world.

He put his hand on her shoulder once again. He closed his eyes, allowing the force to flow through his body. It was a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time, the force flowing through his body. It was like someone had hit him with a drug, stimulating his body with energy he hadn't felt in a long time. He forced the energy into the Commenori Queen, the force linking the duo, allowing Kei access to whatever hell she was stuck in.

To Kay, he would appear.

But he would appear as an inmate in the corner, rocking back and forth. That suggested that she would recognise him however, the new body she hadn't seen before. He had control though, not over his movements but over his voice. Only the Queen could control his movements, if she really wanted to she could control the entire world because it was in her head, the only issue was that she was too scared to do so.

"Kay"

[member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Dire.​

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Dire.​

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Dire.​

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Dire.​

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Dire.​

The tides had changed. The moon had been crushed. The waves had stopped. The reality was bent. Thraxis eyes grew cold, they grew wide. This was not according to plan. Something had interfered. Someone had interfered. He took in a deep breath, the air grew cold, the grass withered around the building as in a heartbeat he panicked, trying to recollect himself. Handle... adapt.... change... ign... Ignore. There wasn't much he could do, somehow what was meant to be a prop had come into the room, interrupting the entire ordeal. He had few options and little experience to know how to adapt to such a change. Instead, he did what an amateur would do. Something he could do. He played off her insanity.

He pressed the assault, pretending that the prop hadn't even approached. "You need removal of the straightjacket? For what purpose? What happened to those Jedi Mind Tricks that you harped on about. You have the force, can it not unbind you from these severing ties? Or does it only work under the perfect circumstance?" He spread out his arms, enclosing her space, he tried to keep her attention on him, draw her eye away from the prop. It wasn't going to work, but hell he had to try something to keep the prop back. "Maybe you need me to turn my back to Kay? Close my eyes perhaps? Prove to me you have this power." He forced, his eyes wide and cold. He wasn't about to let a major setback hold him up.
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[member="Kei Raxis"] | [member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

She heard her name. And it wasn't by Dr. [member="Thraxis"] , it was by someone else. The girl in the corner? No. No it was someone new. Another person was in the room, rocking back and forth. Who was that? The voice didn't sound like it belonged to that body. It was almost as if it was someone else.

Kay's eyes were then drawn to Dr. Thraxis as he flailed his arms about and stepped in closer than she'd of liked. He kept pressing her, kept trying to make her prove herself to him, regardless of whether he believed her or not. He knew that pressuring her would have the opposite effect, that it would cause her to shut down.

He had her backed into a corner and kept getting closer until all the she could focus on was his large, cold eyes. They were wild and crazy looking, not at all matching the tone of voice that he so often used. Everything just boiled up inside; her fear, her panic, her worry that she would never get out; until finally she sent a shockwave through the Force, shoving Dr. Thraxis back with a mighty Force push. "Stay BACK!!" Her breathing was heavy, laboured with the effort as she watched the distance between them grow. Now that he wasn't so close she felt better. And even stronger.