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deercountry2022-05-05 07:37 pm
drawsghosts) wrote in deercountry2022-05-05 07:37 pm
[OPEN]
Who: Darth Imperius (Talwyn Kallig) and YOU
What: Imperius arrives at the Trench and wanders about
When: Month of May
Where: Various locations
Content Warning: Talk of unethical use of the Force, including mind probes.
Arrival
Talwyn wonders if this is what it feels like to be a Nautolan. Or a Mon Calamari. He flails about the ocean in squid form for a while, but once he washes ashore he's back to being a Sith pureblood. Yellow eyes take in his surroundings, fingers brushing long, wet hair away from his face. What happened to his hair tie?
"Khem? Andronikos? ...Xalek?"
He must be really desperate if he's asking for Xalek.
The Boardwalk
Once the unpleasantness with the food and drink passes, Talwyn makes his way along the boardwalk to explore. He brings along a cup of water, just so he can have something to occupy his hands, and that he can sip on without his hair turning green again.
He can also be heard murmuring the Sith code under his breath, in order to ground himself. "Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion I gain strength..."
Odd End
Talwyn's wanderings eventually take him to the little shop of Odd End. He doesn't have any credits on him, but he can always window shop for now, and think about stuff he'd like to buy once he does get some money.
As he browses the aisles, he stops in front of a shelf containing crystals. Having something of an interest in crystals, even the non-kyber kind, he pauses to look, focusing on a few rather pretty purple ones.
Wildcard
[OOC: Feel free to ask for a prompt or write your own. Also, anyone who wants to continue threads from the test drive meme is welcome to do so]
What: Imperius arrives at the Trench and wanders about
When: Month of May
Where: Various locations
Content Warning: Talk of unethical use of the Force, including mind probes.
Arrival
Talwyn wonders if this is what it feels like to be a Nautolan. Or a Mon Calamari. He flails about the ocean in squid form for a while, but once he washes ashore he's back to being a Sith pureblood. Yellow eyes take in his surroundings, fingers brushing long, wet hair away from his face. What happened to his hair tie?
"Khem? Andronikos? ...Xalek?"
He must be really desperate if he's asking for Xalek.
The Boardwalk
Once the unpleasantness with the food and drink passes, Talwyn makes his way along the boardwalk to explore. He brings along a cup of water, just so he can have something to occupy his hands, and that he can sip on without his hair turning green again.
He can also be heard murmuring the Sith code under his breath, in order to ground himself. "Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion I gain strength..."
Odd End
Talwyn's wanderings eventually take him to the little shop of Odd End. He doesn't have any credits on him, but he can always window shop for now, and think about stuff he'd like to buy once he does get some money.
As he browses the aisles, he stops in front of a shelf containing crystals. Having something of an interest in crystals, even the non-kyber kind, he pauses to look, focusing on a few rather pretty purple ones.
Wildcard
[OOC: Feel free to ask for a prompt or write your own. Also, anyone who wants to continue threads from the test drive meme is welcome to do so]
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Yet it hadn't been the Jedi who had pulled him from the slave pits.
"You've never heard of the Force?" If so, then they must not be from the same universe.
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He has granted many a Warlord their final death for such abuses of power. A necessary justice, as far as he's concerned, but also one that the Iron Decree was designed to forbid.
Perhaps he'll ask more about this Empire later. For now there are other questions to be answered.
"You are correct, I've not. I must admit that I'm intrigued."
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"The Force is an energy, it resides in all living things, and connects the galaxy together. Some people are born extra sensitive to it, and can channel the Force to do extraordinary things."
To demonstrate, Talwyn sets his water cup down on the railing, then holds his hand out in front of it. The cup rises and floats in the air for a few seconds, before Talwyn simply plucks it back into his hand again and takes a sip.
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"You say this energy is in everyone? It is something natural?" Also fundamentally different to the Light; a power granted to the dead in exceptional circumstances by a paracausal being they knew little to nothing about. As unnatural as it comes.
His head tilts slightly as his attention shifts back to Talwyn, studying him with renewed interest.
"What else are you capable of?"
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"We Force sensitives can do all sorts of things. I can also sense emotions, leap great distances, and I can do this." Talwyn raises his hand in front of his face and curls it into a fist, making force lightning crackle along the limb.
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What it is, is familiar.
"Arc energy," he observes quietly. "I have never been much of a Stormcaller."
Not like Timur, who in his Trance could tear through a battlefield like a dragon with a breath of thunder. It is strangely painful to think of him now, knowing that he's dead like all the others.
"And your Empire of Sith, they all have this power?"
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"Most Sith can, yes. Some Sith can do things that others cannot, such as Force lightning, or using the Force to their apart their enemies' armor. But Force sensitivity is prized within the Empire, to the point where its citizens are legally required to be sent for Sith training should they shown signs of being able to use the Force."
His words have a tinge of bitterness to them. Like it's a law he doesn't exactly agree with.
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Though he doubts that laws would have changed much. Risen did not begin their lives as children, for one thing, but were fully powered and dangerous from the moment they awoke. And while they could be reasoned with, there were some who were simply twisted at the core, and no amount of guidance would have altered their paths— these were the sorts that Felwinter had made a habit of dealing with personally.
"Do your laws help to avoid such situations?"
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"The Dark Council keeps order, and if a Sith acts against the Empire, then they are punished for it."
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Outwardly, nothing changes, though perhaps the silence drags a beat too long as he studies Talwyn from behind his visor.
"The Dark Council," he repeats evenly. "An interesting choice of name. You are followers of the Darkness?"
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"The Sith order uses the dark side of the Force. The Jedi use the light side, conversely."
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Another stretch of silence, more staring as he considers all that he's learned. There's no real polite way to say what he's thinking, and so he doesn't try.
"You're not quite what I expected."
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Talwyn leans against the railing, giving the armored man a guarded look, wondering if he's about to become very irate.
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Felwinter folds his hands neatly behind his back, considering his words before he speaks them. Talwyn is owed some level of explanation at the least, he decides.
"Where I am from, the Darkness is responsible for the fall and near-total destruction of humanity, and the alien races which came with it are hostile without exception." The peak of his helmet tips down towards the ground in a manner that almost seems sheepish. "So it's strange, to be conversing with a... follower of Darkness."
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He turns and looks out over the dreary ocean, arms resting on the railing. "I believe that there's more to it than that. I think there's shades of grey in between the light and the dark, and that one can be Sith without fully embracing the dark side. But likewise, there can be no light without there also being darkness."
Perhaps his way of looking at the Force is blasphemous, to both the Jedi and the Sith. But that's the way he's always looked at it.
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He moves to stand next to the Sith, not so much leaning on the railing as placing a hand on it, his posture stiff and upright as ever. But it's about as close to relaxed as he gets. It could almost be considered a gesture of trust... if you squint.
"You sound like an old apprentice of mine," he admits, quiet and contemplative. "He rejected blind dogma. He believed we should strive to understand the Dark, and question the Light. That in refusing to seek the truth, we limit ourselves unduly, and that by limiting ourselves we doom ourselves to failure."
And though Felwinter's paranoia makes him hesitant at best, he's inclined to agree.