Eris strutted along the corridors of the Temple, heading toward the Chambers of the Fallen Empress. Or as she knew the woman, Mariah Shadows. Of all the tasks that Ifrit had asked of her to carry out. This seemed like one of the strangest yet. Of all the people in the galaxy that could have been assigned to teach Mariah some better manners and etiquette, she had landed the job. Perhaps he should have thought a little further ahead before proclaiming her to be an Empress. Eris came to a stop in front of the door leading into Mariah's chambers. She caught her breath, before knocking on the door
Post by Mariah Shadows on May 16, 2019 21:17:33 GMT -8
For most, the Chamber of the Fallen Empress was a hollow place devoid of any living beings. A harsh life up until this point provided some excellent training in being undetected, even by those strong within the Force. However, when a familiar presence approached, Mariah glanced away from the holoprojector, which displayed a rather detailed map of the canyon nearby and its caverns. Still, when the woman realized it was Eris who sought her out, Mariah was quick to shut off the machine and send the image fluttering into nothingness.
Just as Eris knocked on the door, the crimson haired woman was there to answer almost immediately afterwards. The sound of the doors rushed open, Mariah lurking off to the side so that only Eris could see her. Eris would blockade the view of all others who might have been lurking down the corridor.
"Something wrong?" Mariah asked in a quiet murmur, raising an eyebrow at the tension she could feel within her unexpected company.
Crimson eyes flickered over Eris' shoulder, to ensure she was alone, before Mariah silently beckoned her into the room with a jerk of her chin.
Eris just about stumbled backwards when the door opened as swiftly as it did, Mariah stalking in the shadows off to the side. She took a quick look around at the deserted corridor, wondering if perhaps the Fallen Empress sensed something she herself did not. But there was nothing there. The hive assured its queen that they were far from this part of the temple and no one else had dared come this way That entirely depends upon your definition of something being wrong... Her voice sounded as if it had changed of late, taking on a slightly more ethereal tone. Perhaps a side effect of having commanded the hive for as long as she had. She took several steps inside the room when motioned to do so by Mariah, careful to clear the doorway with her wings as she examined the room Though, really it's not either of our definitions that matter in this situation... It seems The Fallen believes you are a little... anti-social...
Post by Mariah Shadows on May 18, 2019 10:46:55 GMT -8
Mariah pursed her lips thoughtfully, her gaze trained upon her company, as Eris suggested that it depended on her definition. Quite honestly, there were few things that could truly fall into that category to the Fallen Empress. Even the Temple suddenly being under attack would only mean swift action for defense, something easily enough achieved without the need for panic, or to be classified as 'something wrong'.
The moment Eris cleared the doorway, Mariah sent the doors whooshing closed. Sure enough, there weren't any prying eyes, but in the same thought, the crimson-haired woman couldn't be too careful these days, which made Eris' following words almost ironic.
The word resounded a meld of a growl and a laugh, caught in Mariah's throat.
"What does he expect?" she asked, although her tone suggested that the question wasn't one worthy of an answer. "Most who have flocked here have sought him out specifically, and those who truly need my presence know where to find me."
With a flicker of a dark smile, Mariah finalized her point with a motion of her head towards Eris. With a faint movement from her hand, the woman silently requested for Eris to make herself comfortable. Although the answer to Ifrit's concerns seemed simple enough, Mariah knew better by this point. If he had summoned Eris to her chambers, then there was more to her arrival than she currently knew.
"I figured keeping to my own was more of a boon to him and the order than not. If I need to remind him how my last encounter ended, I can certainly do so."
Had Ifrit not intervened, Mariah was certain that her attempted welcome of Xel-Tun would have ended up as a war with his people, or at the very least the two of them trading a few blows. However, perhaps that was what this all boiled down to, why Eris was here, which set a scowl upon the woman's expression as she braced herself for that possible confirmation.
Eris did not disagree with Mariah's sentiments. Their guests so far had been seeking audiences with the Fallen, since he was the more well known of the Order's leaders. When motioned to do so, Eris took a seat nearby, adjusting her wings to hang over the back of the furniture. It was abundantly clear that neither of them really wanted to be in this situation. Mariah did not care to interact with their new arrivals, and Eris did not believe the Fallen Empress wanted to change that. But she also knew that she could not merely get away without trying I think we both know that the incident with Xel-Tun is exactly why I am here, Empress... She knew well enough that her statement was going to rile her up, but the truth was the truth. While she knew it was a doomed task, she would not sugar coat the truth nor lie to Mariah And for better or worse, The Dark Jedi Order was founded by the both of you... He named you the Fallen Empress. You could have said no... But you didn't. You had to know that all of this was bound to happen... So why didn't you say no when he asked?
Post by Mariah Shadows on May 29, 2019 11:16:01 GMT -8
That confirmation came, and with it, Mariah released a quiet snarl as she turned her back towards Eris and paced away from her within the small chambers of her room. It took more control than she cared to admit to hold herself back from lashing out against her company. When it came down to it, though, there was a reason she had arrived as tense as she did. As much as Mariah didn’t like, Eris also seemed to wish for another way of handling this.
"I'll kill him," she muttered to herself, releasing the final bit of the anger that boiled deep within.
With a sigh, she finally quieted those thoughts, and turned back to Eris. Although a scowl was still written on the face of the crimson-haired woman, Mariah approached where Eris had settled down and took her own, typical seat, kneeling on the floor. Her eyes had lingered upon her company for only a brief moment, but when Eris brought up her points and asked her question, Mariah all too swiftly tore her gaze away.
"...because he asked," she answered sharply, although her voice a whisper. "He knew the woman he was asking to stand by his side in the formation of this order. Has he so easily forgotten our first encounter, his first impression of me? Did he think that with a single question, that all of who I am would simply go away, that I would just magically act like the Empress he truly wishes by his side? His magicks might be strong, but he isn't a miracle worker."
Mariah released a sarcastic huff of a laugh, but with a roll of her eyes, she sighed yet again. These were questions and concerns for Ifrit. Not for Eris. She was here, simply on a task assigned to her by the Fallen. If it would make things go faster and smoother for the two, both who seemed to despise the position that they were in, Mariah would play along. All the faster she could seek Ifrit out and take matters into her own hands.
Eris paid no mind to Mariah's presumably muttered threat. Even if she though the other woman meant them, it was not her place to worry about any engagements between the two leaders. It was almost cute how quickly Mariah tore her gaze away and provided her answer. But it was one she could well relate to. Ifrit did not demand anything of anyone. He simply asked them to perform a task for which he knew they were capable of. Which made his choice of Mariah as the Fallen Empress all the more curious. Or perhaps he saw something in her, that she herself did not. She let out her own laugh as Mariah stated that Ifrit was not a miracle worker. Before her expression settled into a more neutral line as the question turned to what Ifrit thought Eris was capable of doing To be that miracle worker... Perhaps you are every bit the Empress he so desires you to be already. After all, he is not one to take on a timid woman as one to stand his equal... After all, that is what you are in his eyes... Or well... You know... While she knew Ifrit did not take offense to any comments about eyes and sight, Eris still felt a little awkward. As free as she was and as much as she had changed lately, she still highly respected The Fallen These training sessions will not be some mere one and done thing either... Just as a single question cannot turn you into some ideal Empress, neither can a single lesson in etiquette do it either... If anything, that is not the goal. It's merely to help you hold a conversation with someone without it ending in some fight to the death or war...
Post by Mariah Shadows on Jun 23, 2019 12:40:34 GMT -8
Mariah couldn't hide the smirk and sarcastic huff as Eris uttered that answer: 'to be that miracle worker'. It somewhat lessened the rest of Eris' explanation regarding that she very well already was the Empress Ifrit wanted to stand by his side within the order. At least now, however, there was a bit more light shed on the matter. Etiquette, conversationalism, and being able to hold peaceful encounters instead of risking a war. Nonetheless, it didn't change how Mariah viewed herself - a warrior meant to be at the front lines of those wars, to bring death to those who opposed her and her family. A protector turned assassin, now requested to bring peace instead of chaos. However, it wasn't a foreign concept to the woman. It was a mask she had worn for one reason or another, but it was a mask nonetheless. One she had no desire to wear if it was she who was leading this order. It was a minor struggle in her mind at this present point in time. Not like that mattered much. The more Eris discussed her own role in this, the more Mariah could tell that she, too, agreed with Ifrit to a point. With a low, snarled sigh, the other woman had little other choice but to accept it -- for now.
"If he has issued you to be my instructor in these matters, as he is my instructor in the magical realms, then so be it," Mariah offered, her voice no longer cold, but still nearly emotionless and matter-of-fact. "I'll do what I can to make your task easier, for all our sakes."
After a brief sigh, Mariah then glanced up at Eris and offered a quiet smile, an expression most had never seen on Mariah's face in the entirety that they had known her. Deep within her, though, there was a swirling disgust, pushed deep as to not ruin the illusion she wore. To play it safe, however, as it had been far too many years since Mariah had been forced to do something as vile as this, she stood back to her feet and walked over to a small cabinet. She kept her back turned to Eris, allowing her revulsion to surface momentarily with a scowl and roll of her eyes, before releasing it from her feigned gentle expression.
Opening one of the doors to reveal her personal selection of liquor, Mariah turned back to Eris and offered, "Seeing as you'll probably be here for a while," before she pulled out a bottle of Corellian whiskey and poured the drink into two glasses.
"Your explanation is a bit paradoxical, at best, though, Lady Eris," she pointed out with a quiet laugh as she put everything away and walked back over to Eris calmly with the two drinks in hand. "To be an ideal Empress would mean that there is nothing in need of changing or growth, yet here we are, in dire need of it." There was no malice or daggers in her words, but rather odd, lulling, thoughtful tones. Offering the glass to Eris, Mariah furthered her uncharacteristic ponderings. "Why is it that he's asked for you to be his successor instead of his Empress? He should have known to appoint one capable of performing those duties, instead of issuing his successor to teach one in current power. You know as well as any of us that this order is still new and thus in desperate need of capable leaders immediately upon its formation. Should a war break out by my hand or tongue, it will bring about our destruction before we even had a chance."
Despite the circumstances they had both been put in, it appeared that both women were willing to do their best to make this process as painless as possible. She gave a bow of her head in response to Mariah's claims. Ideally, she would have just left here and told Ifrit to give it up. But with the Empress being as willing to put in an effort as she was, Eris would have to comply with her given task Agreed... The smile that Mariah offered next though, made Eris wonder just how necessary these lessons would be. Perhaps the Empress intended to use these lessons for her own goals, to brush up upon what ever skills she had. Eris remained where she was seated, as Mariah fetched them both a drink, pondering upon the explanation that had been given just moments ago. Despite the other woman's intent, Eris did her best to not let the pain they caused her show. Something that was helped a few moments later by the sip of alcohol that she took of the offered alcohol. She let out a deep sigh as Mariah finished her musing. Eris' gaze meeting Mariah's Despite his actions, I am not his equal... There is still much I do not know about this Order, one which the two of you founded together... His heart, for better or worse, belongs to you Empress. Maybe he has not said as much out loud, but... I can see it clear as day... She took another sip of her drink. Eris might not have meant to make that last statement, but Mariah needed to know. She had spent years training and carrying out Ifrit's commands. She had seen his intensity when working to bring Tyrande back from the dead, and the pain it had caused him to be rejected by her. But that same intensity had returned when Mariah had shown up and the Dark Jedi Order had been founded You are correct, this Order is young and fragile. And you may cause a war to break out. But that is the kind of risk he is willing to take... Because while you may not be a skilled diplomat, you are an exceptional warrior. And that is what he ultimately cares about. All this? What we are going to try achieve with these lessons? He hopes it may have some positive result. But ultimately, you may be better to ask him some of these things yourself... I can only speculate based on what little information I have...