#thirdsght

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whatever had once lived here no longer did, or it never had. the remnants of a sith temple loom betwixt fog and smoke, old and forlorn. as two sets of boots stalk closer beneath the shade of the decaying branches of dry trees that curved like teeth, it is as though stepping into the jaws of something ancient. this voyage had been intended as a solitary one, as most of his journeys are, yet he could not deny the camaraderie of @thirdsght. they shared an understanding about power, about the dark that he did not always see mirrored with the others. ❝ such power seems wasted on ideology, ❞ kylo notes, gloved hand tracing over the runes of ur-kittât etched into the slanting dual pillars which had once proudly held up a grand entrance. their time had passed. ruins and relics, all religions turn to dust. ren thinks this and as he does, his mind conjures the image of that creature, their master, which had once seemed to him as infallible as any deity. that belief had been like chains, and now it all lay broken. the revelation of liberty is as freeing as it is haunting. ❝ to achieve control over the natural and bend it to one's will yet still bow before a code... ( something like a scoff, gnarled amusement, gaze shifting toward rivk, ) i'd say we've bettered the instruction. ❞

❝ those were not my orders. ❞

Desecration lay before them, crumbling remains of a once fertile land, rendered barren by the parasitic pull of the rapacious void —a hunger that does not sleep. Karitza can feel it in the air, in her bones, the perpetual presence of a permeating darkness. ❛ Let's get the thing and leave, ❜ she growls to @thirdsght hastily as heavy boots strike ashen earth. ❛ I don't want to be here longer than needed. ❜

                    it was almost amusing, how the hovering knight seemed to believe that no one, let alone her, failed to notice his increasing presence.   certainly, his ability to slip below notice was fairly well developed, but such a skill only could do so much when a prolonged stay was involved.   still, for a time, she allowed him to believe his presence remained unregarded.   his interest in her work, in the healing down in these halls, was obvious, and far be it for her or anyone else to prevent his learning.   though only so much could be from afar…

                    ❝  rivk,  ❞     the day her silence broke, there was no formality in her tone, neither was there any element of an order,     ❝  can you put your hand where my left is?  ❞     she held a bandage’s end there, the back of a shoulder braced to hold the wounded shin of a trooper aloft.   she was perfectly capable of completing this task on her own, but it was made all the more difficult by the trooper’s pain medication clearly being far too low, the woman’s constant shifting threatening to send the leg off connie’s shoulder and no one there to help... except him.    ❝  please?  ❞

✱ @thirdsght commed … oh, great. more of your very eloquent bullshit.

❝ Oh. I'm sorry. Was that too complex for your neanderthal mind? ❞ Velize drawls dismissively, waving off the thug. ❝ Let me dumb it down for you. ❞ He slows his speech the way one does when talking to a child. ❝ You. are. making. a. right. mess. of. things! ❞ The admiral declares in exaggerated passion. His wild hand gesture and is no short of drama.