Where darkness dwells

[Daniel Imura]

Coruscant was always an interesting place to visit. So many kinds of people, so many different walks of life. One never could tell what they might find in a place like this. Walking around, Daniel looked to and fro, trying to find something that caught his interest, and eventually finding himself wandering into the undercity. The area was a lot darker than the rest of Coruscant, and he immediately knew that there would be all manner of excitement here. In a far off alley, someone screamed for help. He ran to the area to answer the call, but found nothing there. This was a strange and dark place, perfect for the criminal scum of the galaxy.

[member="Furfur"]

 

[Dani Ticon]

[member="Daniel Imura"]

Darkness swept the alley where the young man Daniel had lept into action like the good Samaritan that he was. Creeping power began to fill the air and it would feel like a wet blanket over the man's skin with a rather pungent accent to the air. It was the nature of the darkside of the force, and it was rather powerful feeling. The screams of the woman rang out again but soon those screams creepily started to change into low dark chuckles of smooth and sophisticated laughter. Darkness clouded behind Daniel and soon even the lights of the street lamps appeared to be nothing but small halos of light smothered by the darkness. Everything was silent for a moment or two before that rich sophisticated oxford British voice came to the man.

"My my my, and to what dubious pleasure do you come stumbling into my alley, child?" The voice echoed from all corners of the alley thanks to the acoustics of the stone.

"And who are we? A little caped crusader here to save the damsel? Perhaps a vigilante here to fight the wicked sith of the galaxy." The voice sounded content and happy with it's little game.

"Speak quickly child, lest I grow bored with you."

 

[Daniel Imura]

Daniel started quickly as the darkness floated around him, yet didn't feel lost or afraid when the power of the dark side settled over. He wasn't purely evil, but he wasn't exactly a 'good' guy either. Drinking in some of the essence, he let himself look around as he heard a deep voice full his ears. A small chuckle came from him as it talked about him wanting to fight the Sith. "I have no problems with the Sith, dark one. They feel they're doing the right thing, so who am I to stop them? I heard a scream, and thought I'd investigate it. Now, show yourself so we can have a proper conversation." The words flowed from him as smoothly as if they were coming from Morna himself. That was a trait he'd gained from his original person, a neutrality towards most things when it came to morality. He was his own person, and had no problems with anyone, so long as they gave him what he wanted and didn't get in his way.

[member="Furfur"]

 

[Dani Ticon]

[member="Daniel Imura"]

The darkness around the man began to congeal slightly and the smoke turned into a thick mist that would burn slightly when washing over skin, it was angry. The aura of darkness filled with rage of the insolent dog that commanded him. The voice changed from a deep intellectual basso into a high pitched scratching noise like that of chain smoker who had turned to the darkside of the force, it sounded freaking creepy.

"YOU DARE TO COMMAND ME!? HE WHO IS NOTHING BUT A FLICKERING DOT OF MORTALITY!!" The voice said angrily and with the rage and hatred of the dark powers that made it.

"YOU ARE NOTHING CHILD!! NOTHING!!" The voice let out a small piercing shriek like that of ring wraith then descended back into those soft intellectual chuckles.

"I'm afraid I am not the one at risk here child, if you want something from me, you must give me something in return." The voice said in it's deep rich British voice.