[Open] The moment I wake up, before I put on my makeup...
Characters: Open
Date/Time: 6/21-6/30
Location: Residences Everywhere
Rating: Varied but probably going pretty high
Summary: And everyone thought Waking up with the King was bad. SURPRISE! THERE ARE PEOPLE IN YOUR BED THAT WERE NOT THERE WHEN YOU FELL ASLEEP. Have fun with that.
[This is an open log for the Masters and Apprentices event, more ( Read more... )
Date/Time: 6/21-6/30
Location: Residences Everywhere
Rating: Varied but probably going pretty high
Summary: And everyone thought Waking up with the King was bad. SURPRISE! THERE ARE PEOPLE IN YOUR BED THAT WERE NOT THERE WHEN YOU FELL ASLEEP. Have fun with that.
[This is an open log for the Masters and Apprentices event, more ( Read more... )
Knowledge that he was sleeping in another woman's bed--much less in her house--would stay unknown to him. He continued sleeping while remaining oblivious, and when the woman reached a certain distance, he--in no conceivably natural manner--transported instantly to her side. For not even a full second, he remained positioned as if he was still sleeping on the bed.
The transport didn't wake him. No, no. He would have no knowledge of that either. Instead, Rise woke to pain. Pain that ran down his entire back, shooting down his spine, pulsing at his joints, most notably creating a heavy throb from the back of his skull all the way to the front of his forehead. For as unnatural and unexplainable was his unconscious means of transport, the laws of gravity performed just fine.
Pain. He processed pain. Not severe enough to trigger legitimate concern but more than enough to lift the floodgate that contained his rage (the control to which was sensitive as is). Who did this? Not what, why, or how--who. His mind was nowhere near rational (not that it ever was much) and only conscious on technicality; his eyes weren't even open yet. Nevertheless, he wanted to know who, because someone definitely did this. Someone had to have done this because he was going to kill that someone. He was going to kill them himself with his own hands, and he was going to enjoy it.
His eyes peeked open, but he took in nothing more than darkness and general outlines. Although the hallucinatory flowers glowed as much as they ever did, they didn't provide genuine light. Nevertheless, the outline of a figure was distinct and enough for him to ignore the pain and spring to his feet.
On instinct, he reached for his sword, but he didn't have it strapped to his back. That wouldn't stop him though. He had no idea who this was, why they were here, or his precise location for that matter, but he wasn't going to let them get away. His brow creased, and although his voice was quiet, his tone lacked patience. "Start explaining. Now."
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Warily, she felt his sense flinch and flare. A little pain, a lot of anger. She barely heard him speak.
Energy built around him, suffused him, bled into his surroundings.
Dark Side energy. The kind fed by the aggressive emotions. Oh, she knew where this was going all right.
But it wasn't as bad as it first seemed. He was untrained; she could sense that his grasp on the Force was instinctive, not deliberate. Without training, he could be little more than very lucky, gifted with accurate hunches, and stronger than usual. Besides that, he was unarmed, while she had her sword. Part of her whispered that she could take him. Sylvar's hands moved almost of their own accord.
She stopped herself. No lightning. No... whatever this gesture was, reaching towards him and about to squeeze.
-She would get Handmaiden. Handmaiden would know what to do with a Dark Jedi. Perhaps she would know how to fight him without falling to the Dark Side.
Unless fighting was not required. She was supposed to explore the other options first. Wasn't she? It was expected. She did not want to deal with this, but she had to try words before anything else. Sylvar drew on the Force for strength and fortitude. It was always there. It would always be there to lend its power to her.
Her knees slightly bent, poised to react all but instantly to any sudden movements, Sylvar said, in a firmer voice than was usual for her, "I do not know what has transpired, or why. Only that as I slept you appeared besides me, and when I departed you appeared once more."
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That was when he noticed it.
It. He couldn't possibly explain it.
It was everywhere. It was alive. When his blood pulsed, it pulsed. Try as he might to ignore it, he couldn't.
A few tense moments passed in silence, and Rise's lips pursed. On impulse, he found the explanation impossible. He lived alone; he slept alone; that couldn't happen. However, if there was one vague concept about Edensphere he could accept, it was that nothing about it made sense. Not the place nor anything that happened in it.
The pieces were coming together, at least generally speaking.
Hadn't something like this just happened? Couldn't this place cease its ridiculous antics for more than a week?
His anger subsided as what little rationale he had caught up with him, dwindling down to an annoyance. It wasn't so much a relief on tension as an anticlimactic acceptance. He still wished to strangle the responsible party as much as he did when he first woke, but he reluctantly acknowledged that such a party didn't exist.
Despite everything, he still didn't know this person, and even if it wasn't her fault, he wasn't about to let his guard down.
"This stupid place," he muttered under his breath. Then he spoke a little louder, "I'm not going along with whatever game it's pulling this time, so let's just agree to go our separate ways."
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"Agreed," she said shortly, and turned away. The moment she sensed that she was not in view, she gathered the Force around her and leaped to a rooftop, crossed it, then dropped down. In daylight she probably wouldn't have done this, but she could feel that there were very few people awake at this hour.
A private place, where she could destroy things in a satisfying way while knowing that she would and could repair or replace them with little trouble. Sylvar knew of one such place. A small room in the part of Agriculture where she worked. She could take the turbolift - she would have to take it on the way back up - or the faster route, which she had so far only taken in daylight.
It was not far to the edge of this branch, and Sylvar leaned out cautiously over the drop. It was still dark, and she could not see what was below, but the Force was her ally. If she simply stepped off the edge here she would fall in a loop until rescued, but if she walked some ways along the branch and leaped, she would land on the edge of the forested island called Melee.
It would be a slow fall, she knew, but doing this always ran counter to her instincts. Walking that ways, she shoved her hands into her pockets, bracing herself, and felt paper.
It was that... red fragment of paper, whose purpose she did not know. She took it from her pocket and dropped it over the edge, watched it fall fluttering out of sight, and as ever, felt it again when she reached back into her pocket.
This world was strange. Sylvar shook her head, then inhaled deeply, seeking calmness. The Force flowed through her, always, but only when she was at peace inside could she truly open up to it. She wasn't at peace inside.
Measuring the distance, she gathered it around her again and leaped out into nothingness, then started the slow fall all the way to the island below.
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His eyes had adjusted to the darkness. Still, he couldn't make out much detail beyond general shapes, but it was enough to recognize that he was in the residential area. Unfortunately, he couldn't be entirely sure which section, but so long as he had a general idea, he was confident that he could find his way.
He headed off the opposite direction, making great strides. Not long passed before he noticed these houses were somewhat larger than his own. This must have been Section 2. He took note the general position of the tree to where he was walking as means of giving him direction.
However, as he reached the section's end, he came to a still. Not even a half a second passed, and there 'it' was again. This time, it gave him to inclination something was about to happen, and then...
-POOF!-
The residential area completely vanished, and Rise slowly descended to a territory unknown.
"What?!"
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"Let me alone," she snapped at whatever entity was responsible, head turned so that she faced what looked like darkness to her. Her night-blindness was worse than if she had been human.
She folded her arms tightly, defensively against her ribs, not facing or acknowledging Rise. After a moment she realized that the air was pulling on her clothing more than it should, given that falling to islands was far slower than a proper fall, and it registered that she was wearing full Jedi robes, including an overcloak. Full Jedi robes which she did not in fact possess.
Finally, back under as much control as she thought she was likely to get, she said, "It seems that there is to be no simple escape." Grudgingly, seconds before her booted feet touched down, she admitted, "I am called Sylvar."
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It wasn't until his feet touched the ground that he realized he wore more than he initially woke with. Even his hair had been pulled back into its usual ponytail, though the braid behind his ear that accompanied it was knew. He lowered his gaze and blinked. Although the dark concealed most of the details, one thing was for certain: these didn't belong to him. They didn't particularly strike him with any sense of significance either.
Crossing his arms, Rise tutted. Silently, he knew that she was right, and suddenly it wasn't so much a question of 'what' anymore so much as 'how long.'
"My name is Rise." Frowning, he stared off at some distant point. "If you have any ideas of how to handle this until it goes away, now would be time to share them."
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The ground here at the edge of this part of Melee was clear, but there was thick forest everywhere else. She could sense the life in the trees; they did not have the same presence as the trees in the park. These trees were older, harsher, with more life in and around them. She could not sense a path between them.
She had heard it said that to leave the paths on Melee and venture into the forest was to become lost, but she had never done so. At least, she had never ventured out of sight of a path. Clearly, she should not have simply leaped.
"I cannot see in this darkness and the Force is ill-suited to accurately measuring distances," she said slowly, starting towards the edge of the clearing, "so perhaps that will wait until we have left the forest."
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Although he had spent much time exploring during his time here, he certainly hadn't memorized the layout of Edensphere in its entirely, much less when taking unconventional means to get from one place to another. In short, he had no idea where he was right now.
That didn't worry him. He would figure it out sooner or later. No place actually in Edensphere could be more complicated than exploring the Wilderness, he reasoned. What was more peculiar was this strange... sense.
Now that he noticed it, trying to ignore it grew increasingly difficult. Not that he could really understand it. Perhaps this is what that person on the journal meant by 'feeling' things. Or perhaps this was another illusion.
"If it's consistent, then the distance ranges approximately from where we parted the first time to the end of that residential section." He paused momentarily, glancing over to Sylvar and raising a brow. "What force?"
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An owl hooted on a branch overhead as Sylvar forged through the underbrush, casting out in the Force for large animals or the signs of a trail. She moved all but silently, only rarely catching the unusually long sleeves and hem of her overrobe on anything.
"The energy created by life," she said shortly. There was a long and poetic version, but she wasn't in the mood to dredge it up just now. "You did not know? I sense that you are Force-Sensitive."
Deeper in the woods, something shrilled.
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If only he had his sword with him, he could cut through much quicker. Rise didn't expect it suddenly appeared with him when the attire did, but he reached over his shoulder anyway, if only to be sure. Of course, it wasn't there.
The explanation didn't clear his confusion by much. However, something about it--if only in a vague sense--did seem familiar. "Never heard of it."
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She sensed that ahead there was life supported by the soil, but no trees. A clearing or something of the sort, then.
"You can feel the Force in these trees," she said, forging towards the clearing. "The columns of life in the trunks, the way they split into branches and roots. They are tenacious, and their energy overshadows the other lives in this forest."
She made it through to a grassy clearing, and sensing a bridge made for it, assuming that it led either to the Dojo or to Stuff, Inc.
She couldn't see that there was a path leading back into the forest, or that this was the bridge to Crystala.
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Rise followed, not far behind. "That's what that is?" Something still seemed off though... "Is it like that all the time?" He definitely hadn't felt anything like this before this morning.
He remained nearby, preferring to travel on his own accord rather than be transported at random. However, his night-vision wasn't all that great, and he could only make out details in the immediate vicinity, so he wouldn't realize their destination either. At least, not until it was too late.
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The bridge was a trial to navigate, especially when - as Sylvar'd half expected - the wind picked up and made it rock and twist unsteadily. She clung grimly to the ropes until they were relatively still again, then progressed forward.
Very close to the end she was finally able to see what the bridge ended on, and saw that the foliage was a little more visible than she'd have expected. Still, Sylvar kept going; she could sense Rise's presence behind her.
As she stepped on to solid ground she felt a sudden surge of pain and longing that came out of nowhere, sharp enough to make her gasp.
Loneliness. She put a hand to her chest. Sylvar didn't mind being alone, usually. Which was good, considering her lifestyle and general alienation. But just now...
She shook her head, hard enough to make the beads in her que click against each other.
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