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maskormenacelogs2018-06-28 12:11 pm
jadus) wrote in maskormenacelogs2018-06-28 12:11 pm
Seconds pass, and the flames rise [OPEN]
WHO: Darth Jadus and whoever the heck wants to encounter this weirdo
WHERE: De Chima, Heropa, the moonbase
WHEN: uh
WHAT: Experimental meditation, something heroics-shaped, and... more weird-ass meditation he's really into that. Open to wildcard.
WARNINGS: near-drowning, vague sith nonsense
1. (In the woods near De Chima): Begin From Darkened Edges
The early morning was overcast, the air sodden with moisture. Far in the distance, thunder growled and purred. But meditation in the forest still felt entirely unlike the damp murk of the Kaasian wilds. This forest was young. By natural or directed means, no tree older than a century stood here. On Dromund Kaas, the trees rose like great obelisks scattered across a monument field, beasts of great size and ferocity stalked both canopy and forest floor, and everything shivered with Dark.
His chosen place between the trees was slowly becoming more familiar. Plants were twisting in response to his focused thoughts and the remains of his projects, warped and gnarled. Scattered remnants of his experimental organisms formed a wide ring of decomposing meat and plant matter around the periphery, run through with flashes of metal and the dull gleam of plastic, no longer fused by his will.
A wide, shallow bowl sat before him on the forest floor. He'd set a delicate wire mesh upon it, then filled it with a mix of water and algae he'd collected. Onto the vivid green muck he placed a single broad leaf.
He knelt, hands in loose fists in his lap, and slipped fully into a meditative state. Before him in the bowl, the leaf began to soften, edges fraying away.
This was a concept piece. A first concerted test for the life support system he had promised the ship builders. All his other rotting projects had been purely experimental, testing his capabilities. Personal. And yet this was hardly different: If the message of his prophecy was rejected, he would have a use for this.
It was a shame there were no deep woods here. He had claimed this place, but it was still close enough to inhabited land and woodland trails that privacy could not be guaranteed.
2. (At the beach in Heropa): Bind the Ocean to the Earth
He stood at the shore, contemplating not the waves, but the clouds above them. Four months ago, prior to his arrival, a missile had stained the sky on its final approach. He'd seen the simulation of it in the training hall. Now, he stood and watched its absence.
Standing at the end of a nearby breakwater, a native man made a mistake. He lost his footing, pitched forward and fell. The flare of fear was almost immediately dulled to guttering embers as his head struck the uneven concrete, and he tumbled into the water, half-conscious. The current began to pull him out towards the sea. Jadus did not move.
Then the fear rose again, as a heat haze emanating from nearby spectators, and slowly boiling the man in the waves, as he reawakened to his misfortune. Addled as he was, he could not swim. The terror burned hot enough now to rouse the Sith from contemplation. As instructive as chance destruction would be to all who saw it, he would benefit more in the short term from a response.
Should he be given the opportunity, he will raise a hand towards the now distant form, drawing on the fear and loathing of death and shame of inaction around him to lift the man from the water, slow, gentle, like holding something gossamer that could be so easily broken. If another were to reach the man before him, they are welcome to do so.
3. (In the moonbase): Stand Within the Domain of the Enlightened
He returned to the planet's moon with a small sample of his work hidden beneath his robes. The construct functioned appropriately on the planet's surface, in the conditions its component parts had evolved under. But if a ship were to leave this fragile little world, it would do so without artificial gravity. This was the closest he could come to what it would be like.
He ascended to the observation deck, turning away from the crowd gathered at one bank of windows to view their home in the sky above. He faced the black sky opposite, focusing between the stars, on what was not.
By the Porter's machinations, the power he felt within him was not the Force. It was something lesser, bounded by distance, unable to cross even the gulf between planet and moon. Trapping him. Step beyond its bounds, and he might suffocate. Bleed all that he was into the void, and fall cold.
He turned this feeling towards the sample, hidden beneath his robes in the confines of its carrying case, fed slowly by waste air vented from his helmet, unable to taste the sun. The void was so close to it, and it was given so little to flourish.
"Will you fail?"
4. (Wildcard): enjoy this Day
[I'm on plurk atpaleantiquarian and discord at CellarSpider#9984. Hit me up there or in DMs if you want a special prompt!]
WHERE: De Chima, Heropa, the moonbase
WHEN: uh
WHAT: Experimental meditation, something heroics-shaped, and... more weird-ass meditation he's really into that. Open to wildcard.
WARNINGS: near-drowning, vague sith nonsense
1. (In the woods near De Chima): Begin From Darkened Edges
The early morning was overcast, the air sodden with moisture. Far in the distance, thunder growled and purred. But meditation in the forest still felt entirely unlike the damp murk of the Kaasian wilds. This forest was young. By natural or directed means, no tree older than a century stood here. On Dromund Kaas, the trees rose like great obelisks scattered across a monument field, beasts of great size and ferocity stalked both canopy and forest floor, and everything shivered with Dark.
His chosen place between the trees was slowly becoming more familiar. Plants were twisting in response to his focused thoughts and the remains of his projects, warped and gnarled. Scattered remnants of his experimental organisms formed a wide ring of decomposing meat and plant matter around the periphery, run through with flashes of metal and the dull gleam of plastic, no longer fused by his will.
A wide, shallow bowl sat before him on the forest floor. He'd set a delicate wire mesh upon it, then filled it with a mix of water and algae he'd collected. Onto the vivid green muck he placed a single broad leaf.
He knelt, hands in loose fists in his lap, and slipped fully into a meditative state. Before him in the bowl, the leaf began to soften, edges fraying away.
This was a concept piece. A first concerted test for the life support system he had promised the ship builders. All his other rotting projects had been purely experimental, testing his capabilities. Personal. And yet this was hardly different: If the message of his prophecy was rejected, he would have a use for this.
It was a shame there were no deep woods here. He had claimed this place, but it was still close enough to inhabited land and woodland trails that privacy could not be guaranteed.
2. (At the beach in Heropa): Bind the Ocean to the Earth
He stood at the shore, contemplating not the waves, but the clouds above them. Four months ago, prior to his arrival, a missile had stained the sky on its final approach. He'd seen the simulation of it in the training hall. Now, he stood and watched its absence.
Standing at the end of a nearby breakwater, a native man made a mistake. He lost his footing, pitched forward and fell. The flare of fear was almost immediately dulled to guttering embers as his head struck the uneven concrete, and he tumbled into the water, half-conscious. The current began to pull him out towards the sea. Jadus did not move.
Then the fear rose again, as a heat haze emanating from nearby spectators, and slowly boiling the man in the waves, as he reawakened to his misfortune. Addled as he was, he could not swim. The terror burned hot enough now to rouse the Sith from contemplation. As instructive as chance destruction would be to all who saw it, he would benefit more in the short term from a response.
Should he be given the opportunity, he will raise a hand towards the now distant form, drawing on the fear and loathing of death and shame of inaction around him to lift the man from the water, slow, gentle, like holding something gossamer that could be so easily broken. If another were to reach the man before him, they are welcome to do so.
3. (In the moonbase): Stand Within the Domain of the Enlightened
He returned to the planet's moon with a small sample of his work hidden beneath his robes. The construct functioned appropriately on the planet's surface, in the conditions its component parts had evolved under. But if a ship were to leave this fragile little world, it would do so without artificial gravity. This was the closest he could come to what it would be like.
He ascended to the observation deck, turning away from the crowd gathered at one bank of windows to view their home in the sky above. He faced the black sky opposite, focusing between the stars, on what was not.
By the Porter's machinations, the power he felt within him was not the Force. It was something lesser, bounded by distance, unable to cross even the gulf between planet and moon. Trapping him. Step beyond its bounds, and he might suffocate. Bleed all that he was into the void, and fall cold.
He turned this feeling towards the sample, hidden beneath his robes in the confines of its carrying case, fed slowly by waste air vented from his helmet, unable to taste the sun. The void was so close to it, and it was given so little to flourish.
"Will you fail?"
4. (Wildcard): enjoy this Day
[I'm on plurk at
paleantiquarian and discord at CellarSpider#9984. Hit me up there or in DMs if you want a special prompt!]
2.
As a lifeguard rushes over to help the poor sod, Lando stalks over to speak to his rescuer. ]
That was... unexpectedly altruistic of you.
TOO FASHIONABLE THAT'S ILLEGAL
This action matters only in the moment, to a man on a single, isolated planet. The galaxy in all its vastness is indifferent. Any action that resists the apathy that engenders is unexpected.
[The man is loosed from his invisible grip and kneels on the sand nearby, coughing up seawater, and Jadus feels a thorn of contempt sink into his thoughts. He takes no further steps to help him as the lifeguard takes over, utterly still.]
Sith require this. Without lives to leave their mark within the Force, we are diminished.
donald's just being ic
Well, you left your mark on that man's life, that's for sure. Feeling particularly heroic, or was this simply an example of "right place, right time?"
he's perfect
I did not wait on this beach in anticipation of death to thwart.
[Only once the wound on the man's scalp begins to drip red onto the sand does he stir again, walking forward. A superficial wound, and a likely concussion beneath it. The man is still disoriented, dulled by the impact, but the fear brought on by labored breathing is a deep, searing ember at the core of human behavior. A power to draw from.]
Stand back, [He commands the lifeguard,] I will heal him.
[Despite his affinity for Sith sorcery, mending has never been a simple task for him, and Earth has seen fit to make it more complicated. An injury that is feared and rejected by the one who bears it, they are trivial. But a wound accepted, met with grace, he has no power over them.
And so the blood flow staunches within seconds of concentration, and after a last wracking cough, the man's breathing eases. But...] He is concussed. This, I cannot fix. He will have to recover naturally.
[And then he turns away, back in Calrissian's direction. He has a question he has been interested in.] Your older self was reacted especially poorly to my arrival on Earth. Do you know why?
no subject
I can only imagine he was put off by the title. People going by "Darth" something aren't typically very pleasant to deal with.
no subject
Is Darth Vader the only Sith you are aware of?
no subject
[ Considering the Jedi were all gone. ]
I try to stay out of that stuff, if I can help it. The Force never did me any favors.