Cezar Alexandrescu
Things that end in urple
In the shuttle, eyes rested on the Jensaarai armor that was kept as a keepsake. Five years to make with blood, sweat and tears made it even more difficult just merely to discard it. Frequently staring at the crafted armor would send her back to the session of her armor being judged by the Defenders of Jensaarai. However, she was further back. Cezar jerked and cried while she was trapped during training with the Dathomirian Witches. Her own sister was striking her to mark the moments she failed a piece of the training. In the real world, a couple of her old wounds opened across her back.
The pullback could be more related to being on Ryloth. There were witches here, and her desire for crushing them was strong. Though right now, she needed to get out of her memory. That was a harder thing to do. Tears rolled down her cheeks. The pain from the memories was not just a reminder. They were real to her all over again. With that, it pushed beyond handling, and she hit the floor of her shuttle hard.
The sudden jerk of her body and scream, Cezar slowly got to her feet. Looking over herself, she was not happy that this had happened. It was getting tiring to deal with. Straight into the washroom to clean up. After wrapping her body to help hold wounds close, she washed her face. The removal of her makeup gave her a moment to look in the mirror. Another reminder what she had lost. There was a boy that did not choose this life. She decided to keep the makeup off. Cezar put her hair up into a beanie, selecting bagger shirt and pants too. Any feminine signs were suppressed.
Popping some painkillers and washing them down with the last of her rum, Cezar grabbed her sabers and let them slide down her pockets. The Ewok coat was tossed on. Leaving the ship, another set of pills were taken. The bar was the first step since the pills needed help.
However, the quest for the bar changed to sabers being out and staring at the random person that in her mind looked like Dathomirian witch. Cezar was slipping back into memory while striking down the casual person. Looking up, some beast ran from her. To her, it was child rancor which meant more witches were near. She bolted after to kill it. Then she found more beasts that she ended quickly with her sabers. All were “rancors” to her. The girl’s mind had slipped back more to a Dathomirian forest. Which she slowly stalked through, everything had to die, or she would not be safe.
[member="Alwine Lechner"]
The pullback could be more related to being on Ryloth. There were witches here, and her desire for crushing them was strong. Though right now, she needed to get out of her memory. That was a harder thing to do. Tears rolled down her cheeks. The pain from the memories was not just a reminder. They were real to her all over again. With that, it pushed beyond handling, and she hit the floor of her shuttle hard.
The sudden jerk of her body and scream, Cezar slowly got to her feet. Looking over herself, she was not happy that this had happened. It was getting tiring to deal with. Straight into the washroom to clean up. After wrapping her body to help hold wounds close, she washed her face. The removal of her makeup gave her a moment to look in the mirror. Another reminder what she had lost. There was a boy that did not choose this life. She decided to keep the makeup off. Cezar put her hair up into a beanie, selecting bagger shirt and pants too. Any feminine signs were suppressed.
Popping some painkillers and washing them down with the last of her rum, Cezar grabbed her sabers and let them slide down her pockets. The Ewok coat was tossed on. Leaving the ship, another set of pills were taken. The bar was the first step since the pills needed help.
However, the quest for the bar changed to sabers being out and staring at the random person that in her mind looked like Dathomirian witch. Cezar was slipping back into memory while striking down the casual person. Looking up, some beast ran from her. To her, it was child rancor which meant more witches were near. She bolted after to kill it. Then she found more beasts that she ended quickly with her sabers. All were “rancors” to her. The girl’s mind had slipped back more to a Dathomirian forest. Which she slowly stalked through, everything had to die, or she would not be safe.
[member="Alwine Lechner"]