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Things Have Changed Again

Kay-Larr

Sphaera Tea Company Owner
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[member="Darth Lykos"]


There wasn't many occassions where Kay wasn't alone. At least not anymore. And this was one of them. She was overseeing the preperations for the coming coronation, wedding ceremony, and celebration that lay ahead. Most of the technical details were worked out. Now it was time for the physical.

She walked out into the fields just beyond the Palace grounds, her datapad in her hand and a couple of guards following along behind her. Kay's eyes were focused both on her datapad as well the field as a whole. She was trying to judge the size of the tents and structures that she would require with the given area. There weren't going to be a whole lot of guests as much of it would be broadcasted, but there would be some. There hadn't been a number put to it yet.

Kay glanced to her guards. They were armed but at ease. There had been no announced threat on her person, the bounty that she had heard was on her head wasn't worth the trouble. But it was better safe than sorry.

She moved forward through the grass, furrowing her brows as she felt the presence of someone familiar. Her eyes darted around as she tried to pinpoint the source, yet she did so in such a way so as to not cause any alarm. Instead she merely pretended to be performing the task at hand, yet at the same time she was preparing herself for anything, including an attack.
 
It was ever a source of amusement for the Iridonian Sith whenever he was blessed with the chance to witness how feeble minded the majority of the populous that crowded the universe could be, how easily their belief as to what is tangible and true, their misplaced trust in the fact that whatever they were perceiving and experiencing was the be-all and end-all of reality. They never understood that so long as someone stood above them in terms of power, they were sheep, blindly lead and pushed onto a path of Lies and False-Realities crafted by those above them, never seeing Truth. Of course, more often than not, the path they walked was one born from politics, formed by honeyed words of those of authority, and not so much one crafted through the manipulation and weaving of the Force and, as such, the falseness of the Lies could, at times, be spotted and escaped. It was unfortunate, then, that the power that the guards encountered as they strolled through the fields of Commenor was that of the Force and one that was not so easily broken.

Smirking slightly, Lykos ran the pad of a finger along the exposed neck of the final, uncorrupted guard, the physical contact serving as the pathway that allowed for the imposing might of the Assassin's mind to enforce its will upon the guard's own mind. Tendrils of Dark would wrap around the exposed mind, tethering itself in place and forging a false reality that would become the guard's Truth, a reality of normality set under the control of the Sith. And as Lykos would pull away from the guard, those tendrils lengthened and followed after him, anchored as they were to his will, set alongside their fellows that served to corrupt the guard's own fellows.

Turning away from his now subdued targets, the annoyance they would have been should he have revealed himself whilst they were not under his sway fully neutralised, the one-eyed man focused his attention upon the tense form of Kay. Yes, she disguised her readiness and alarm well, almost perfectly, but for a Zabrak born and raised alongside hunters, trained to perceive even the smallest twitches of muscles so as to avoid becoming the prey of whatever dangerous Iridonian animal that he would have been pursuing, the involuntary coiled muscles were clear to see.

One stride. Ten meters behind Kay.

The manipulations of the Force that rendered Lykos invisible fell away as if chains had suddenly been loosed from tethers, photons no longer being bent and twisted around his form. However, even as the Assassin was no longer occluded physical, his Presence within the Force remained near undetectable apart from the faintest wisps of Dark that had served to alert Kay to his presence within the area. Also, despite the suddenness of his appearance, the guards that accompanied Kay mad no reaction, their perception of normality so under the sway of Lykos' will that they saw nothing wrong with the Sith approaching their monarch.

A second stride. None meters behind Kay.

No longer gliding on silent footsteps, the sound of grass parting beneath his feet would join the sounds of movement made by his fellow beings.

A third stride. Eight meters behind Kay.

A small cough, purposely made to alter to his location would sound out as hands would emerge from his cloak to pull back the hood Lykos wore. Ashen grey hair, jagged horns, sand weathered skin and a single amber eye would be cast into sharp relief under the bright sunlight - so opposite to the shadows and darkness that the Zabrak oft preferred to surround himself with.

A forth stride. Seven meters behind Kay.

Setting himself in place, feet planted a shoulder's width apart and hands clasped behind his back, Lykos allowed a small smirk to pull at his lips, twisting the scars that would their way across his once handsome and now disfigured features. With a near emotionless to, his gruff voice would rumble out, chasing after the sound of the cough as it dispersed into nothingness.

"It had been some time, has it not, Kay. Greetings."


[member="Lady Kay"]
 

Kay-Larr

Sphaera Tea Company Owner
Kay tilted her datapad so that she'd see the glare reflect what was behind her. She saw the forms of her two guards and they were acting normal. There was nothing else outside of a feeling. And that bothered her.

She squinted her eyes as she studied some of the trees across the field. There was no movement. And then she heard the footstep in the grass, followed by a sudden cough. Was one if her guards trying to get her attention? Kay turned her head and looked behind her. In shock at seeing [member="Darth Lykos"] there, the rest of her body turned with her head so that she was facing him.

Her eyes took him in, glad that he had stopped in his approach. The last time that he had come to Commenor, she was in a worse state and he had somehow transported her to Iridonia in a bid to try to teach her a few lessons. A glance to the guards and the fact that they seemed to be unaware of this sudden visitor told her that Lykos had made that possible.

Kay bowed her head to him as he greeted her, though she kept her eyes fully on him as she turned off her datapad. Kay wasn't hiding anything, but she didn't want the distraction either.

"It has been a while...How are you? And what brings you here?" No doubt he wasn't here to take in the sights or to go shopping.
 
A low hum would be the only response Kay would receive to her question as Lykos' amber eye danced across the sight of the field that stretched out around them. Striding forwards, this time of footsteps that failed to cast any sound as an effortless grace was breathed into his movement, the Zabrak's mind span through the variety of answers and replies that he could choose to give, each one born from a separate and unique mask of a personality that he had worn at some point or another. Some of those false personalities ran close to the true nature of the man that lay beneath the Sith disposition, but, naturally, none were a perfect match.

Lykos drew level with Kay with the cloak of silence and none-responsiveness still settled heavily over his shoulders, uncaring of and paying little attention to the stifling air of awkwardness that was slowly growing between the only two beings in the local area that were not cast under an illusion, that were not tethered as unruly pets to Lykos' will. Still he continued to stare around at the field, even as the small smirk began to firmly settle onto his lips and he occasionally shuffled in place - but never drew within five meters of Kay.

Eventually, however, his gravelly voice would sound out once more, accompanied by a heaving sigh of put-upon disappointment that served in contrast to his smirk. "Why is it that so many people insist upon small talk at the beginning of every conversation, hm? Oh, do not misunderstand, I understand that nature of politeness, even the nature of buying to work out what one wishes to say. But, still. Surely it becomes tiresome to indulge in it so often."

The single eye would lock upon Kay's face as Lykos twisted his head just enough to stare at her, revealing his smirk in full. "But, very well, I will indulge. I am getting on in age, my dear, and grow tired of the sights of sand and dust that populate my home. So, I thought I might find a place that serves in opposition to such a view and see about how well it could function as a place to entomb myself once I pass from this mortal coil." He leaned forwards, voice dropping just ever so slightly bellow speaking volume, still easily audible, as if to impart some big secret. "Oh, and I do so find it annoying how everyone seems to expect truth to be near consistent within small talk."

At this point, as he straighten up, the burning spark of amusement would easily visible in his gaze, a testimony to the fact that the Zabrak new full well how irritating his current action may be.


[member="Lady Kay"]
 

Kay-Larr

Sphaera Tea Company Owner
Kay furrowed her brows as [member="Darth Lykos"] didn't respond right away, but instead started to close the gap between them. He didn't look at her, but around her. She wanted to look behind her, but chose not to. It didn't feel as though anything was there, but with him she could never be certain.

Her mouth fell slightly agape as he more or less complained about her opening questions. Small talk? They were genuine questions that she wanted answers to, not casual questions to ask a stranger to break the silence. If she had wanted to do that, then she'd of just said 'hey, nice weather we're having'. Kay was a politician through and through, more so than anything else. She had more confidence in politics than she had in fighting.

Then Lykos answered her. A change of scenery? To pass from this mortal coil? Was he dying? What happened? A number of questions formed in her mind, and it was easy enough to read that on her face and in her eyes. Yet he leaned forward and spoke about the expectation of truth in conversation. Kay was a horrible liar and she had hoped that everyone would be truthful with her. Only some Mandalorians were not.

She raised a brow as he straightened himself up. He seemed to be toying with her, yet she wasn't entirely sure. What was he up to? And why was he hiding himself from her guards? Was he going to take her away again for some lesson?

"You wish to live here? Well that's entirely possible. There are plenty of places for you to build your home, and if you want complete isolation in a wide open space, Brelor, one of our moons is good for that. No one lives there even though people could." She had used the moon for private meetings a few times, and as a getaway that wasn't far enough away to raise alarm to everyone protecting her.
 

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