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Post by Vasari on Mar 1, 2020 12:51:48 GMT -8
*Vasari half considered the question posed to her, on the one hand she wasn't completely sure that her skills could overcome the demon's mental defenses on her best day - and her mind wasn't necessarily in shape for a long mental battle - but that was also the point of this mental ability she was attempting to cultivate. It was one thing, like the Jedi had been like to do - to impose their will over the weak or simple minded, or in some extreme cases the distracted. It was another completely to do what she had learned to do at the Academy and break the will of another with your own through Sith Mind control or the Qazoi Kyantuska. What she was attempting to work together was a different thing than both. It would have been easy to glammour a weak mind, that wouldn't prove the point or serve as a adequate test of her desired talent in her new ability - however... if she was able to Glammour a known master of the Sorceror's arts after coming back from the brink of death, then the ability may prove worthy of looking into.
She had hardly noticed but he was cupping her cheek and talking softly to her, perhaps he was still worried about her condition - even though physically she was sore, but she hadn't felt better for years. Her mind was slowly falling back into place, like the fact of an old friend not seen for a few years, but glimpsed through a crowd and so became clear as Arkanian crystal. She lowered a hand to his arm where she had clawed into him, but if he was not paying attention he may have taken it as a simple return of his physical contact. Her fingers moved gently up and down his arm feeling subtly for the groves her nails had left - finding none she looked up at him, her eyes perhaps a little soft, but her mind reaching out to see just how much of her spell had lingered within him, and what sort of starting ground she had to move forward.*
"I would test my abilities only against the best... I would not trust my self made tricks to one of your peon's Spellweaver, i am hesitant to even trust you with them."
*She used his more formal title, yet she wasn't sure about his place within the blackguard any longer. And while it was true she did feel like she owed him something more than the trinkets she had brought him, she was always hesitant about sharing her tricks. Not knowledge... knowledge should be free for everyone. It was wise to keep some things from those that were not ready for them, but no knowledge should be forbidden to a prepared and eager mind. She was hesitant on the grounds that she, above all things, detested failure in her pursuits... especially in front of those whose opinions she believed held some value. Ifrit was one such person. She did not count him a friend - or a confidant... not yet... but she valued his strength of mind, and his talents in sorcery, even moreso after the events of the previous nights.*
"Do you believe yourself up to the task of resisting me?"
*She whispered quickly, shifting a little so more of her body faced him. The movement caused her cloak to fall to one side baring one breast and half of her tattooed torso for him to see. The bandaging across her ribs the only thing that obscured the view. She reached up and pulled his hand away from her face lowering it to his side - at least for the time being, as she focused a little but not visibly. Visibly she was completely open, relaxed - eyes half lidded - lips parted softly as she moved her hand slowly down his arm shifting to put a little space between them - but not too much. He was still within reach of her.*
"I'll start with something simple..."*She whispered, her voice only a little seductive.*"Something you wouldn't do naturally, something you would restrain yourself from doing... I'm going to make you."*She leaned forward a little her breasts coming together as she brought her arms closer together in the process, and looked up at him - sure to have his full attention.*"I'm going to make you Kiss me."
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Post by The Fallen on Mar 2, 2020 4:58:19 GMT -8
His arm had been healed and any lingering traces of her magic, at least to his knowledge, had been all but wiped away. But even so, he did not rebuke her mental probing. Instead, he let her freely wander the outer edges of his consciousness. His mindscape appearing as the outer ring of a large city. Memories, thoughts, and knowledge were hers to peruse as she wished or felt she could master. But she would still find the gates leading deeper into his mind as locked and bound as they had always been. Massive wooden doors with metal reinforcements that had locks and chains keeping them closed from the side upon which Vasari stood. Something she might find odd, considering usually if you wanted to lock someone out, you put the locks on the inside where the intruder could not get to them. But any attempt to delve deeper or approach the gate would be stopped by a protective spell upon the ground. A deep lingering darkness could be seen emanating over the walls, like a raging fire of darkside energy.
He smiled again and laughed as she spoke of not trusting his peons, or even him. Her mistrust was not wholly unwarranted. Sorcerers, and more specifically Sith, in ages past had something of a habit of learning the greatest skill of another and claiming it as their own knowledge. Sometimes even killing the originator to ensure their deception was never found out. Given Vasari's whole life had been spent among Sith, it was only expected she would be distrustful Unlike the Sith, I do not resort to theft Vasari... Just as my own powers are my own, so too are your powers your own... His grin seemed to only grow as she idly questioned if he thought he was up to the task of resisting her. Something that, in that moment, he wondered if he really was up to as well. Resistance to another was a simple task when you were indifferent to them or had a reason to dislike them. But resistance against someone that fit into neither of those categories was a much different fight. It was like fighting a war on two fronts as you faced an internal fight against any preexisting feelings, while resisting the external influence that sought to exploit them I guess time will only tell if I am... As she shifted on the bed, He seemed unfazed as she exposed her right side to him. Her cloak had done little to obscure his view of her naked form, though he certainly noted the movement. His view pulling back from its more deeper view to see her as she presented herself now. He let her move his hand, resting it at his side as she shifted slightly away from him while still maintain contact. He kept his focus upon her face as she spoke again and leaned forward. His attention only briefly distracted by the shift of her breasts closer together as she moved closer to him. He could tell this was going to be a challenging fight, with the urge to take her already strong. But he fought it down as he tightened his lips into a smile And what makes you think I would restrain myself from doing that normally? He leaned his face in closer to hers, looking down at her from her new position while hovering dangerously close to her But I'll let you have the advantage on this one and see if I can resist the urge... His grin returned, the green glow of his eyes brightening slightly as he remained there. Waiting for her to begin
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Post by Vasari on Mar 2, 2020 14:24:24 GMT -8
*While Vasari made not outward expression about his mention of the Sith being no better than thieves her hackles were a little raised at this and she focused her keen and powerful mind more on success than the moments before. A soft smile covered her lips a bare moment later and looked back up at him before pressing her mind harder against his own. Her eyes fluttered as her mind's eye came to the walled off city that was the image his mindscape had fabricated to protect his secrets. The chains and locks covering the large wooden doors surprised her slightly but she made no effort to break them down. She had felt the power it would take to break such a well prepared mind. Viox had such power - with help... and while she may have had the brute strength of will to do so as well this ability took a different sort of strength. Her mostly naked form stood at the gates of Ifrit's mind gently pulling him forth, beckoning him through the currents of the force around them - that brought their minds close enough for this sort of connection. She had no desire to break within his inner most thoughts where his subconscious ruled his mind - it wasn't necessary at the moment, but she considered his defenses carefully should it ever become relevant*
"I'd never know what you are capable of..."*She whispered softly feeling his outward thoughts open to her, but she could also tell that he was preparing himself for a fight. She smiled at this resting a gentle hand on the arm that she had moved aside - the movement only causing her cloak to fall open even more.*"Relax... whats the worst that can happen?"
*She smiled softly tilting her head to the side a little before her mind beckoned his again. Flashes of memories were past between them - the two of them on the couch playing idly with each other - the playfulness of the memory recent enough to carry with it a powerful and compelling urge to kiss her by itself alone. He was right of course, she did have the advantage. She leaned heavily on this and muttered softly beneath her breath - a part of the spell she had cast before without bothering to bind the spell to his blood - this application was different - and the spellwork was largely meant to focus her mind more than dominate his. She could feel his closeness as she closed her eyes and beckoned harder to his subconscious - his waking mind desired her, she could see the truth of that clearly upon his body without the need to look into his mind. That is the part of him that she urged and slowly seduced into the kiss, the memories of them slowing down, the feeling of the kiss and the taste of her lips and the feeling of her body wearing upon his thoughts.
She split her mind then in two parts, and then with some effort a third. She was weak after the last few days and the three part binding was more difficult than she thought but it was necessary. The first two parts of her mind focused on seducing his waking mind, his conscious thought, and his base desire. Each time his waking mind flickered away from her the second part of her mind drew him slowly and subtly back. While the third piece of her mind took a step towards the wall stopping just before the wards protecting the outer wall. Then she beckoned to his subconscious through the wall urging that part of his sleeping mind to her - hopefully without his waking mind being aware of the action - busy being seduced and promised with the pleasures of her body once again. That third part of her mind beckoned to his sleeping mind for the same...*
<<Come to me...>>*That third piece of her mind whispered softly to his sleeping mind, knowing that it would take a long moment for it to hear, and even longer for it to respond.*"Not yet..."*She teased aloud in a soft and playful voice, reaching up to touch his lips gently*<<Come to me...>>*Her mind beckoned again - a bead of sweat slipping from her brow to fall down her cheek, then languorously down her neck and then between her breasts*"You want it... i can feel it... not yet..."*Her voice was still teasing but now she was sure of his pleasure, she knew he wanted her... but he would resist because she had challenged him to. The only question was how long would it take his sleeping mind to respond, and could she keep his body from succumbing to her until it did.
The third piece of her mind moved further down the wall, surveying the wards that protected the wall moving away from the other two pieces of her mind and the brunt of his own - focusing on beckoning his sleeping mind awake, while keeping his conscious thought from realizing what she was doing. It had taken her many years to learn how to split her mind well enough to perform multiple acts with the same level of focus - especially when like this the two actions opposed the will of the other. It was like Hiding something from yourself, then attempting to convince yourself to tell you where it was hidden, only to find that you did not hide it at all, only wished to know how long it would take for your other self to ask. And so Vasari's splintered mind worked in three pieces to accomplish two opposite tasks - with one piece of her in between, masking everything that she was doing from his conscious thought and awareness.*
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Post by The Fallen on Mar 18, 2020 3:46:20 GMT -8
The smile remained upon his face as Vasari whispered softly to him and her hand came to rest upon his arm. Her naked form opening further to him. He made no move to try and suppress his outward bodily reactions to her approach. His eyebrow raised as she asked what the worst is that could happen. With how closely linked their minds were becoming and were bound to become in the next few moments, there were a great deal of inherent risksYou have no idea...Such were the only words he managed before her assault upon his mind began. Memories that were hardly days old brought back forth to the forefront of his mind. His body was already starting to feel the ache of desiring that closeness once more. Of her form upon his lap. Of his hands free to wander and roam her form without hindrance. Such temptations were presented to him both in the physical world and the mental one. His astral form there standing all but naked before Vasari's pair of personalities. While he was only duly aware of a third split, such concern about it was forced to the side as it seemed to separate off from her two primary splits that occupied his attention. Even for a mind as strong as his, being offered and tempted with the pleasures he had only so recently tasted was a difficult task. It was made no less difficult by the fact that Ifrit wanted to give in to it and take her.
But the challenge had been laid down, and the test of her skill set forth. If he were to truly see what she was capable of, than giving in so easily would defeat this whole process. And so he remained as steadfast as he could. Going on a slight offensive of his own to see if he could trip her up. Letting his own memories of that lustful embrace reflect back upon her twin minds. The strength of his grip upon her form as he pulled her closer into his lap. The base desire he felt to join his body with hers and provide her with pleasure she had not felt before. While it wore upon his resolve, he hoped it would wear upon hers as well. Perhaps trick her to kiss him first instead.
His smirk widened as she teased him aloud, feeling her fingers touch his lips. His gaze following the bead of sweat, which seemed just apart of the seduction as everything else about her in that moment. He ran a hand along her arm and up to dance the claws of his hand across her wrist as her fingers remained upon his lipsOh... my dear... your fingers are much in the wrong place to feel that desire...His jest was muttered softly, as he gently gripped her wrist, and moved her hand down across his chest. Letting her fingers gently trace the tattoos that marked his form, before bringing her hand down to rest upon something far more.... impressive in size and reaction.
As the third part of her mind beckoned to what she thought was his slumbering subconscious, calling out for it to come to her, an entirely separate presence materialized. A female form in a near translucent white dress with sephi like features seemed to step from within the shadows of the wall before this third shardYou do not want that to come to you dear...As the woman moved closer and closer, her features became more defined. Depending upon how much of Ifrit's mind Vasari had cared to examine before now, she might recognize the approaching figure as that of Tyrande, Ifrit's former Jedi Master. The Sephi Female motioned toward the wallWhat exists beyond those walls is not his mind... But the demon soul of the true Ifrit Bladeweaver...Tyrande regarded Vasari for a moment, searching Ifrit's memories and thoughts for this Zabrakian Woman. Quickly coming to the mission of Pzob where Ifrit and Vasari first met. Tyrande's head tilted to the side slightlyYou know better than most of the danger that exists within... A being of flame and destruction... You saw it upon Pzob... A small contained display...The Sephi Female shook her head, taking this fragment of Vasari by the wrist and turned her toward the opposite side of the city scape. A previously unseen wall materializing then. His conscious mind and thoughts more clearly being but one ring of a city of many layersThat is what you seek... Ifrit chains his demon deeper than his unconscious thoughts... A trap for any seeking to breach his mind... Tread lightly. Ifrit is not all that he seems...With the danger of Vasari's mind being reduced to ash by the slumbering demon soul, the construct let go of Vasari's wrist and stood by. Ready to fade into the shadows if Vasari continued her work upon the correct part of Ifrit's mind, or converse further with this fragment of Vasari's thoughts if it felt so inquisitive as such to do so
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Post by Vasari on Mar 23, 2020 13:30:28 GMT -8
*Vasari hardly seemed to notice the tone or warning in his voice - there was a part of his subconscious that he was trying to hide from the world, so much so that he had locked it away within his mind like a caged animal. She had noticed it for the first time on Pzob but having first met him didn't feel inclined to delve deeper at the time... what with trying to stay alive and all. But now there was only time... and she was feeling better than he had for many years - more than willing to test herself against any opponent, with all the reckless ambition and bravery of youth.
Her thoughts cleared away as she worked the three facets of her mind in perfect tandem with one another because her focus was elsewhere her body did not react or move like it normally would in situations like this. her eyes were half lid and downcast, seeming to focus on their hands but also staring into the middle distance. Her breathing was shallow, and her hearts beat was a slow gentle Ba Ba Dum Dum Ba Ba Dum Dum. A part of her heard his teasing words and turned her cheek to the side feigning a blush with a soft shy smile - even though she was anything but shy, and her skin was far too red to show flushed cheeks.*
"I dont need to touch something to be aware of its presence..."
*With his mind adequately distracted by her body and her mental presence the third part of her mind ventured on... until confronted with a figure he did not expect to find within a demon's mind. Or perhaps she should have expected this very thing - regardless she tilted her head to the side in question but did not speak for some time. Some mental defenses were activated by a mere presence - being like holo recordings meant to delay any invading mind, and if you did not interact with them or even react to them they would ignore you, and remain ignorant of your true intention. After a few moments of watching she was perplexed... was this another part of his slumbering mind? A mental defense set in place by himself?
The appearance of the mental apparition was quite lovely, one of the kind that Vasari had originally believed Ifrit to be descended from - or perhaps even mutated from. She didn't respond for many long moments but when the figure bid her follow she did so, not having to feign interest.*
<<Why do you aide me?>>
*Vasari's third mind whispered, almost consipirtorially as if she knew she was breaking a rule, but couldn't quite help the cliche of a question. If her initial assumption was correct, and this was a foreign presence from Ifrit's mind perhaps laid as a barrier to restrain the creature by the self same being portrayed then the magic she was witnessing was beyond anything she was capable of. A part of her being would have to have been severed to remain here... unless this was simply a hex as she had originally thought meant to distract and waylay those that wondered ignorantly towards the beasts lair-like cage. Either possible solution only served to draw more questions, but she didn't have time to explore the complexity of them all - but still... time worked differently the closer you got into the subconscious - if she had distracted him adequately enough they would have time to discuss the curiosity that was the Sephi woman's presence.*
<<If the Demon is a prisoner here... does that make you... Ifrit's Warden?>>
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Post by The Fallen on Mar 23, 2020 19:20:45 GMT -8
There was something almost calming and serene about Vasari in that moment, as she sat there next to him. Her breathing and double heart beat were calm and collected, threatening to lull him further into a sense of safety and security in his position. Something he had to fight hard to resist letting happen. He knew that her body's lack of physical reaction was due to the fact that her mind was focused upon her intended task of seducing him into kissing her.
A task he was finding ever increasingly difficult to resist as his hand shifted from her wrist to the side of her left thigh. His face leaned in close to her now exposed cheek. His breathing was hot and heavy with such a close proximity. He grinned mischievously at her comment I'm sure you do not...
Tyrande offered a soft smile to the fragment of Vasari's mind as it whispered the one question that was inevitably going to come. Why was she aiding this intrusion. A question that had a very simple answer Better I aide you, than let your mind be consumed in flames... Tyrande hummed thoughtfully then, as Vasari continued to probe further. It was a difficult question for her to answer, since it wasn't exactly clear to her how her existence began. Ifrit had no conscious or sub-conscious control of her. So wasn't even sure if he was aware of her existence as a construct within his mind If I was his Warden, I would have done a poor job ever letting the Demon out... No... Ifrit is his own Warden. I am... Something else entirely... An accident of magic and memory I suspect... Or perhaps I am a piece of the real Tyrande that was trapped here when he brought her soul back from the Nether... What ever the truth, I exist here and only here...
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Post by Vasari on Apr 5, 2020 13:32:34 GMT -8
*While the two of them continued sitting in silence time slowed within his mind, only a few seconds had passed since they had begun and yet Vasari had already learned much more about Ifrit's mental defenses than she could have after hours of banging away at the wall he had built as a smokescreen to defend something that would likely kill the mind of any intruder that found it. It was a subtle trap, and she found herself admiring him a little bit more for having the clarity of mind to lay it so brazenly, yet keep his weaknesses so close. No doubt she never would have found it without the aide of the 'presence' - for Vasari didn't know what else to call it - lingering like a semi-silent protector over the spellweaver's mind. Vasari's projected form studied her for a moment then asked...*
<<You dont know me... what stake do you have in my well being? Regardless... time is a construct here, but i must move quickly while i have him distracted...>>
*Vasari was still not even sure if she was in the right place, and moving forward without surety would not only doom her current venture and her chance to impress the Master Spellweaver, but could also - with knowledge of the threat that lay beneath the surface of Ifrit's mind that he apparently not in the list bit in control of - it could also prove fatal. Sure however that the space of wall that the presence has brought her too was no immediate danger she moved closer to it, warping her mind a little as she would do to hide her force signature in real life and then stepped into the wall - her projected form hesitated at the unreal barrier for only a brief moment before moving to pass through the wall - a trick that would only work if Ifrit's subconscious was dormant, and his conscious mind was completely ignorant of her presence here - if his conscious mind felt the intrusion it would move to block itself and she would either be trapped within the wall (within his subconscious defense) or would not be allowed to pass in the first place... She had no doubt the presence of the one named Tyrande would follow.*
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Post by The Fallen on Apr 6, 2020 1:14:26 GMT -8
Tyrande seemed to smile at the question asked of her by the fragment of Vasari's mind. It was a valid question, and one she had a fairly easy answer to as she followed the Fragment closer to the outer wall I exist within Ifrit's mind... Anything he knows, I know... And that includes about you and your... task... She continued following alongside the Fragment of Vasari as the Zabrak Woman approached the wall and seemed to warp her presence. It was unlike anything Tyrande had seen before, between the combined knowledge she had of Ifrit's mind and that of her experiences since being created. Her curiosity had indeed gotten the better of her in that moment and she wrapped herself in a barrier as she moved closer to the wall alongside Vasari. The Sephi Female offered a reassuring smile to the Zabrak as they both set foot into the wall.
Sure enough, they penetrated the seemingly impassable defensive structure. Ifrit was indeed quite occupied with both Vasari's physical form and the pair of fragments that were teasing his presence guarding the gate.
It took only a few steps for them to pass through the wall and come out the other side unscathed. But where one might have expected to cross into an outer ring, Tyrande and Vasari found themselves standing in a hallway that seemed to stretch off into eternity in either direction. Before then sat a pair of large stone double doors behind which Tyrande suspected laid a location familiar to Ifrit. Without hesitation she strode a couple feet forward, causing the doors to slowly open inward, revealing the massive Throne Room that sat atop the Tiernvael Temple. Black marble floors stretched in all directions, and a myriad of grand spiraling columns rose up to meet the ceiling. At the far end of the room atop a raised platform was set a large throne, upon which sat the sleeping form of Ifrit.
Tyrande took a step back and hid off to the side when she caught sight of his demonic appearance. A frown forming upon her lips as she gathered herself for a moment. She had held hope that the corruption had not spread this deep. That perhaps she would find her former apprentice in an unaltered state. But such hope had been dashed away as she finally opened her eyes and looked to Vasari This is where I must leave you. As curious as I am to see what you do next, I cannot bare to see him like this... Tyrande walked across the corridor to the wall they had just passed through. Lightly placing her hand upon the surface of the wall as she stood there in contemplation for a moment Good luck... And like that, Tyrande melded back into the wall and passed back to where she had come from, leaving Vasari alone and the throne room doors wide open
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Post by Vasari on Apr 11, 2020 10:17:52 GMT -8
Vasari only half noticed the Sephi woman step back out of sight - as she hadn't entered the subconscious projections line of 'sight' yet - still masking her presence within Ifrit's mind - now with some difficulty as she was interacting with a part of it. The interaction with the splinter cell of Ifrit's mind was something she locked away as a desire to spend more time investigating later - and to see if Ifrit was aware of the presence. If she could split a part of her mind to the point to exist within the mind of another... the implications of that were too powerful and too dangerous to fathom at the moment. The Sephi wished her well and disappeared through the wall.
After the Sephi was gone Vasari spent a few moments considering her options, then reshaped the projection of this section of her mind and walked into the thrown room. Vasari did not know what to expect as she slowly approached Ifrit's subconscious mind. Most untrained minds were not even projected... usually raw thought. those that had the training to project their subconscious - let alone to such detail and to the extend of adding surroudings had better training than most - but even then their subconscious was a wild untamed beast acting off impulse and pure emotion and raw thought and being. Her own subconscious was cleverly crafted and it had taken her years to do so, mental training had been her focus at the Academy and so she considered herself to be one of the best. Even now she had half expected Ifrit's subconscious to be slumbering and needed to be awoken, and she was glad to find this at least was correct.
She now projected herself as closely as she could to her Master... Viox Savage. With the recent foray into her master's she was now capable of doing this much more effectively than she may have been able to in the past - and she was added by the fact that projecting within another's mind was a choice and difficult to tell as a lie without them also being within your mind - something Vasari had guarded against for this activity. She had a lot of handicaps she realized proving this to be a less than effective 'battlefield' test of the skill... but she was not even sure if what she was attempting was even possible and so she squared her shoulders and lifted her head and stalked right up to the thrown Ifrit sat upon and bolstered her strength and slapped the demon with a hard gloved backhand against his slack slumbering jaw.
<<HOW DARE YOU!>>
Vasari bellowed in her Master's voice deep and resonating within Ifrit's mind. He wasn't sure how he would respond. She knew the relationship between the two men was tenuous and she hoped it would prove a stable link. She reached out then for the first time to the other two parts of her mind pulling themselves together - she had to work fast here - when his subconscious awoke it would have momentary control over his conscious mind and hopefully his body. A part of Vasari hoped Ifrit was half the monster he seemed to be, at least at a subconscious level.
The other parts of her mind were busy seducing Ifrit's conscious mind - not that he needed much seducing at this point - she could almost smell desire on his body and feel the heat of it in the palm of his hand as he touched her thigh. Action thought took over and her body responded and half raised his hand from her thigh giving it a little freedom of movement before she opened her eyes a little looking at him. She felt light headed and swayed a little but gave him a charming smile.
"You want to kiss me... kiss me... kiss me..."She whispered softly, then hesitated a moment...
<<Your actions are like slap to the face! You betray me!>>Vasari then bent all powers of mental persuasion she had upon his subconscious thought 'strike him' 'strike him' 'strike him' Other than the words and the blow to his mind it would be all Ifrit's subconscious could think about... hopefully.<<You want to steal my people! Betray my trust! Have the guts to slap me in the face yourself! You Coward! Slap me!"The words reverberated in his mind echoing against his jarred awake subconscious.Her voiced raised a little...as her voice echoed in the real world and within his mind simultaneously every ounce of her mental power bent on coaxing his subconscious mind into overriding his conscious thought and his physical action..
"Kiss me."<<SLAP ME!>>
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Post by The Fallen on Apr 11, 2020 23:14:20 GMT -8
Ifrit's focus had been solely upon trying to resist the assault upon his mind, that he had not bothered to make any attempt to try and invade Vasari's mind in return. A part of that decision was based upon the fact that he was testing her and not himself. He also knew that splitting his focus would also have meant a much quicker fall. The temptation had indeed been strong, and he had certainly acted upon the instinct with Vasari already. The two shards of her mind that were tempting his conscious thought were doing quite the job of reminding him of the sweet taste of her lips upon his own and the feel of her body straddling his lap. His hand slid up from her thigh as it was given some freedom of movement.
He pressed his hand up along her side as his control started to slip. His fingers gently following the contours of her form as his hand moved up her body. His right hand seemed to have a mind of its own as his thumb moved lightly across her exposed breast, while his left hand came to rest upon her right hip. His face was mere inches away from her own, the confident smirk still there on display as she whispered softly to him. Enticing him to kiss her.
The sleeping form of Ifrit's subconscious mind had remained unaware of the approaching figure right up until the gloved backhand slapped his jaw. The blindfold that had previously been a strip of dark cloth suddenly had a pair of burning green orbs come alight behind it. His body became cloaked in shadows as his tattoos burned a bright green. He shook off the shock of the slap as he rose from the throne to meet the projected form of Viox. His 7'3" frame towered above the 6'2" form of the Sith'ari Viox! Vasari had certainly chosen the perfect form to take to provoke a reaction from Ifrit. There was no one else in the galaxy that The Fallen despised more than the Sith'ari. To have the Zabrak this deep in his mind certainly sent shock waves through the rest of Ifrit's mind. His hand shot out at the Zabrak's throat, wrapping his fingers around Viox's throat as the man accused Ifrit of betrayal You would have to trust anyone for me to betray you! You have come a long way to die Savage! His subconscious mind had certainly awakened with a start and had taken over control of Ifrit's actions in the real world. His right hand that had been using his thumb to toy with the nipple of her exposed breast slid further up along Vasari's body to her neck. His fingers slid around her throat and gently started to constrict. The control over his body was not quite as strong due to the startled awakening of his subconscious thoughts. Which was perhaps a saving grace for Vasari in that moment.
Ifrit gripped Viox's throat harder and lifted the Sith'ari's form into the air. This deep into his mind was where he would hide his true thoughts and feelings about Viox, and none had usually managed to break this far in. Meaning that Vasari now had unfettered access to his true feelings about the man she called Master Your people are wasted beneath your so called "rule"... I'll end you right here and now and make this easier on us both! Ifrit raised his left hand and drew it across his chest, his thoughts being consumed by the thought of slapping the Zabrak. His hand flew through the air then to impact the side of Viox' face at full force with the back of his hand.
Ifrit's grip upon Vasari's throat continued to tighten as his real eyes started to glow and his skin started to became cloaked in shadows. His right hand shifted its grip then, his fingers snaking up along the side of her face from beneath her jaw. Her will managing to override his subconscious at the last moment as he leaned in to her, using his grip to pull her in closer. Their lips meeting in the ensuring moments as Ifrit kissed Vasari with a bestial hunger that she had drawn out within him with her spellwork. His left hand remained firmly upon her hip as he pulled her closer to his body as he deepened the kiss.
Memories of their previous kiss and this one washed across his mind, before an unseen force would grip the third shard of Vasari's mind and tear it from his subconscious thoughts. Assuming of course she had still managed to maintain her invasive attack this long
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Post by Vasari on Apr 12, 2020 12:06:27 GMT -8
Vasari's mental awareness was stunned as the large form of the demon rose from its throne and grabbed her by the throat - had she been projected at her true height she already would have been lifted well into the air by the simple action but at Viox' height, nearly a half a hoot taller she was able to maintain a toe on the ground in a not so flattering pose. The projection showed a flicker of panic for a time - something that viox would never have allowed to show on his own features and the illusion began to break. The two minds connected for a brief moment on a level she had not been ready for, but should have anticipated and she saw a glimpse into his true intentions - had Viox been there in that moment Ifrit would have killed him... or at least tried to. Then the Demon Spellweaver lifted her well into the air and the illusion of the projection broke completely and the projected form of Vasari appeared within his subconscious - hands gripping at his outstretched hand holding her by the neck several feet in the air...
Vasari's eyes went a little blank as Ifrit's hand slipped around her throat - she showed no outward expression of fear or panic - her mental projection deep within Ifrit's self conscious bore the brunt of the attack and she had been able to shield the reactions from her face and features as the feelings filtered their way through the layers of her fresh but prepared mindscape. A breath caught in her throat however feeling Ifrit's other hand, and noticing as if for the first time how close the demon really was to her. This wasn't going as planned at ... -
And then his lips were against hers. Failure. Sweet... delicious... failure? She melted a little into her defeat and her lips caressed his in a gentle return of the kiss. His gripping hand turned into a guiding one as he almost lifted her lips up into him. Three parts of her... her mind twice and her body had been teasing him for too long... the single hold on his subconscious, no matter how strong it might have been in the moment was not enough to pull him away from his existing desire to kiss her - even though the goal of the exercise was to get him to override his existing desire to kiss her and to strike her instead. Had she forgotten something, missed a step somewhere along the way... or had she just not been prepared enough for what she had attempted to do? The thoughts did not last very long however and she let out a gentle moan returning his kiss - her hands resting on his gently as she refocused herself to do what needed to be to done for Ifrit's sanity, and for her own safety.
Vasari's projected mind looked down into the rage filled eyes of the demon holding her. She reached out a hand towards the demon and attempted to portray calming command...<<Sleep...>>The voice was hardly believable and not one to convey such necessary control, his subconscious was fully awake now and if she didn't do something to disengage her mind... a melding they were not prepared for might leave them both in danger. <<SLEEP!>>She commanded again, this time the tone was right, but she couldn't get a hold on the unleashed subconscious... Before panic could really slip in she felt her mind being pulled away from him. The grip his sub-conscience held on her mind was tight, and she had broken her way in... hadn't been invited and so to be ripped from that so savagely left her reeling...
Vasari's lips pulled away from Ifrit's as she gasped for air - the three parts of her mind pulling pack to herself two of them willingly the other one forced. She placed a hand on Ifrit's chest and while she didn't push him away she kept him from pushing after her while she retreated in attempt to recollect her mind. She was lightheaded, a little dizzy, and slightly nauseous... splitting her mind like that for any period of time generally left her a little woozy afterwards, which is why she tried not to do it on the battlefield too much - the skill she was attempting to learn was not at all realistic, but she was dedicated to it, and pushed herself in all things.
"Seems your passion was too strong to turn aside?"She whispered softly with a gentle voice, her hand still pressed gently against his chest as she became suddenly very aware of her surroundings.
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Post by The Fallen on Apr 13, 2020 3:58:12 GMT -8
As the illusion shattered and Vasari appeared struggling within his grip, Ifrit came to a stop. His anger simmered as he tried to process just what was going on. A moment ago the Sith'ari had been held firmly within his grasp, and now Vasari had replaced him. His subconscious form took a moment to process just what was going on, realizing a few moments later just what had happened Vasari?! The kiss and moment of relief was all that Ifrit had needed to regain his control of his own mind as Vasari gently returned the kiss at first, before letting out a moan and resting her hands upon his own. Ifrit had been mere moments away from his subconscious will following through in the real world the action that had been performed deep within his mind. It had been a dangerous play, and one that no one else would have been capable of achieving. She had penetrated further than anyone else had been capable of, and he would have to learn how she did it.
Back deep within his mind, Ifrit had still stood stunned as he held Vasari by the throat. She tried to command him to sleep, but her control within his mind had diminished too much. It was then, as she was about to be pulled away, that the form of Tyrande seemed to appear from behind Ifrit's demonic form. Her hand pressing against him and willing him back to sleep. His body fell back seated into the throne as he dozed off to sleep once more. His shadowy form returning to normal and disconnecting Ifrit and Vasari's minds.
Just as the shadows receded within his mind, so too did his physical form also return to normal as Vasari pulled away from the kiss. Ifrit loosened his grip upon her face as he gasped for his own breath of air as his conscious thought regained control fully once more. Although her hand remained pressed against his chest to stop him from pushing after her, he gently raised his hand up along the side of her face and cupped her cheek. His hand upon her hip slid up and around her back, both to keep her steady and gently pull her against his chest as he gently muttered a spell beneath his breath. He could sense the strain her efforts had upon her and so lent her some of his own strength to recover. Despite the fight and struggle he had endured, with how close the demon had been to releasing, he had a reserve of energy to spare.
He let out a sigh and looked down into her face, his dull glowing green gaze meeting hers in the real world when she spoke finally. Her assessment was not too far off from the truth In the end, yes it was... It was the only thing I had left to use against you... That was dangerous what you did Vasari, I'm not sure I could have stopped myself if I had held out a moment longer... Had I not kissed you, I would have slapped you and squeezed the very life from you... He gently stroked her cheek with his thumb as he continued to allow the excess energy to flow off of him and into her But it was very impressive... You are the only person to have gotten that deep within my mind... You were strong, but in this round, I managed to be just that bit stronger... Do not view this as a complete failure, I got lucky and used a passion for you that thwarted the strike... But you... He moved his right hand then, and gently pressed the tip of his finger against her forehead Have learned things about me that I have kept hidden from everyone else... Besides, you managed to make me kiss you, even if you intended to make me do something else entirely...
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Post by Vasari on Apr 22, 2020 5:45:52 GMT -8
It took several long moments for Vasari to visibly recover from being forcively rejected from Ifrit's mind. She was still attempting to figure out exactly what had happened - assuming the brief glimpse she had gotten of the Sephi woman forcing Ifrit's subconscious back into sleep was the reason she had been removed. To have that level of control over another's mind... Vasari was beginning to believe that the projection of the woman was another system of control set in place by his own mind, just projected differently as she had projected herself as Viox within his own mind. But even though that was a very logical solution to an unanswered question it wasn't convincing in the least - at least not to Vasari's overly critical and questioning mind.
She exhaled a little recovering her breath and realizing that Ifrit was still trying to comfort her. She didn't pull away from his hand at her cheek but she didn't rest into him either. She wasn't the type to be dependent on anyone - or to allow their help when she didn't require it. She needed to put herself back together and Ifrit had given her the tools to do that, but she didn't need help doing it. However, she didn't feel the need to be rude and so she did little to disuade his continued presence at close proximity to her. His warnings however brougth a wary smile to her lips but she didn't reply right away. It was true what she had attempted had been very dangerous... entering someones mind, even bidden by them was dangerous. Had she succeeded he might have reacted stronger than she had intended - perhaps even to the point he tried to kill her. She was as bout as helpless as a cornered lothcat however, so she took his warnings with a bit of salt and raised her shoulders in a delicate shrug.
"I am Sith..."She whispered in response, as if the simple phrase wasn't the taunt she knew it to be. And as if those few words explained her actions to the core of her own being.
She let them hang in the air between them for a short period of time, seeing no reason address the fact that she hadn't 'made' him kiss her. He had already wanted to do that and so it was no real victory. Her trick was being designed to be used in the middle of combat, to convince the subconscious mind to act against the will of the conscious one. It was something she would have to do while defending herself from attacks perhaps both physical and mental and so she would have to not only focus three parts of her mind on the goal itself, but one part of her mind upon her bladework - trusting in her mastery of Form Three to keep her alive, and at least a part of her mind to defend against any counter attack - with a sixth part of her mind as backup should any of the others fail. A six way split wasn't something she was even capable of at the moment. Even though she was just recovering from the most crippling and painful few months of her life she was left reeling after a three way split - her pounding headache testemant to the truth of the matter. She was preparing something for a time when she was much more powerful than she currently was. She lowered her eyes a little, her fingers toying idly with the ring she wore on her right hand.
Knowing things would slowly tumble out of control if left unchecked she raised a hand to Ifrit's and gentle pulled away his hand, speaking in a soft tone, unthreatening, and non-judgmental tone.
"You've got quite the distaste for my Master..."
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Post by The Fallen on Apr 29, 2020 4:27:50 GMT -8
Even in her weakened state, Vasari was still defiant. It was an admirable quality, but also a dangerous one given her current state of being. Despite her professions of having had some of the best sleep ever and feeling energized, she had been through a lot recently. More then he could perhaps know and understand for certain. Still, the fact that she was acting like herself once more meant that at least part of her admission was true. Her smile and shrug, combined with her next comment, were just sure signs that she was still her Yes... I suppose you are... He responded with a somewhat disappointed tone. While he did not know much about Vasari, what little he did know of her made him highly doubt that statement. While she might train within them, and call one her master, she was something far better than a simple Sith. He could only hope she knew the truth and would one day reveal it to everyone else. For now, however, he watched her as she seemed to still be in some amount of pain from the splitting of her mind. Many of the pieces seemed to fall into place about what had occurred, but there was one piece of information he did not have. He had ascertained that she had split her mind into at least three parts. At least two versions of herself had been busy seducing him, while the third had sought out his subconscious thought.
But right as she had been forced out, he sensed another presence for a split second. It was a friendly presence and seemed to be part of him, but it was also not himself. However, before he could put much further thought into the matter, Vasari's hand was upon his own and pulling it away from her cheek and she spoke. Given what she had seen and experienced, it was unsurprising that she would ask him about it. As absent a Master as Viox was to her, Vasari was still his student. Something which was not the most pleasant of thoughts Viox and myself are not best friends, by any means... Nor am I the only one with a distaste for the man. Viox has made a lot of enemies for himself over the years, and has not particularly made many strides to endear himself to his allies... The Dark Jedi Order is allied with the Blackguard by a common cause, but there is no love list between myself and Viox...
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Post by Vasari on Apr 29, 2020 10:31:56 GMT -8
Vasari remained still... impassive... unreadable, for several long moments as she listened to Ifrit make his point concerning Lord Savage. She was never one to take position or title on principle or as a matter of fact. In her mind such titles were earned for each person and given based on merit not by birth or might of arms. Any fool can command an army and use it to take power... Most of the galaxy bent knee to such a man already. This brought a dark look to her eyes that could have been mistaken as being aimed at Ifrit when he mentioned the Dark Jedi being 'allied' to the Blackguard, but she said nothing - even for long moments after he fell silent. Also due to her opinions on such titles, she did not generally give her loyalty easily. She had always been on her own at the Academy, and after breaking ties with the NightSisters... rather painfully, and then losing Luxeria on Dathomir, she was not likely to trust again easily. The only one that had not seemed to hurt her was Ellie, and she was long gone... Her thoughts wandered a little, left unchecked by the obvious lack of mental discipline that her well ordered mind usually provided. She frowned a little at this, but only a little then whispered...
He is my Master... and he saved my life.
She spoke the first with a hint of hesitance in her voice, as if she still struggled with that same respect for authority she had always had - cultivated for years by hard life and favoritism at the Academy. The second half she spoke with the same simplicity she had before when stating she was Sith, as if those words defined her being and as such were not to be questioned or challenged. There was no questioning it, without Viox's strength, and perhaps that same arrogant persistence that so many people hated about him... she would have died on Iridonia before Ifrit even would have known she was still alive - perhaps before he had even heard that she may have perished.
She shook her head a little, as if waving away the issue. She wasn't about to challenge Ifrit's loyalty in his own home, especially after he had risked himself to some small extent to save her from being crippled for the rest of her life. She was grateful for that as well, and she hadn't come here on some errand for Viox, or to pick a fight. And so she slipped a warm smile onto her lips laid herself back in the warm sheets of Ifrit's bed.
"I need to rest for a time..."
Her voice was soft, without being beckoning. She wasn't going to kick him out of his own bed, but she also wasn't going to invite him to lay next to her. She closed her eyes and hugged her journal tight to her chest accepting that he would do what he willed and within reason, she would be alright with the outcome. A small part of her didn't want to be alone right now, but a larger part of her would never ask for help about something so weakening.
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Post by The Fallen on May 3, 2020 2:41:15 GMT -8
The dark look that crossed her gaze did not go entirely unnoticed, though whether it was aimed at him or someone else he was note sure. There were certainly those among the ranks of the Blackguard that viewed Dark Jedi as inferior, as slaves to be used to achieve their dark whims. Many a Sith Lord in centuries past had done exactly that. Palpatine was the most recent, using Ventriss, The Inquisitorious, His Hand's, and many more. Each was viewed as a tool by him to bolster his power. But while there were those that thought that way in the Blackguard, he did not suspect Vasari to be one of those people. If her dark look was aimed at him, it was perhaps more likely she took issue with the term.
In any case, he watched her frown before whispering about Viox being her Master and that he saved her life. As hesitant as she may have sounded about making such a statement, it seemed she wished to drive home that he was her Master. Perhaps taking offense to the fact he had used Viox's name instead of myriad of titles. But the more important part of what she said, was that Viox had saved her life.
Given the state she had arrived to Sullust in, it was not a far stretch of the imagination to figure out how much worse a state she had once been in. The fact she was still alive was a testament to her will to survive and the work Viox had done. Must as he was loath to admit it, he had to give Viox at least that much credit. He had saved Vasari and for that Ifrit was grateful. Though, if he was entirely honest with himself, he suspected Viox did not do so out of the goodness of his heart. There was a saying that came to mind regarding how a broken chrono was right at least twice a day. The same applied here. Even Viox was capable of doing good things, even if he had much darker designs. Ifrit's expression took on a slight smile You're right... He did save your life, and for that, I am grateful... You have much left to do in this world, and it would not have been particularly pleasant having to tear your soul back from the afterlife... He watched then as she smiled and laid back on the bed, clutching her book to her chest as she closed her eyes as she stated her need for rest. He settled his attention upon her form then. With no command to leave or stay, he was left to decide for himself what to do next. Vasari was such a creature of mystery. Her mood seeming to change with such ease left him feeling a little unsure. Not to mention everything that had happened in recent months back on Ambria. There was something being hidden from him, but no matter if he asked or not, he would not get the truth.
He sighed and leaned back upon his side, propping himself upon his elbow. If she truly wanted him gone, he knew Vasari would be upfront and honest about it. She was not afraid to speak her mind. A quality he liked about her Get your rest then... I'll keep watch on you...
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Post by Vasari on May 16, 2020 20:17:23 GMT -8
Vasari was asleep long before her fragile mind could comprehend the words, but once sleep finally took her she had plenty of time to break apart what Ifrit was saying. Her mind wasn't sure if he was capable of such feats of resurrection, the power alone that it would take to access the netherworld from this plane was something that she wouldn't be able to consider calculating in her current state. The deeper she got into sleep the more her subconscious came alive. Having kept herself locked away within her own mind she had become stunted and her mental capacity was a fraction of what it should have been - but in her time living with the spellwork Ifrit had carved into her she had grown strong, and Viox had taught her more in span of months than years at the Academy. She knew what was wrong with her mind and it would only be a matter of time before she was able to fix it.
Vasari wandered the halls of her minds labyrinth for what seemed like days. She wasn't walking with any particular purpose, it was as if she was moving through them learning them again, rather than navigating - it would take time, the Labyrinth had grown in size with her power and she would wander for days before seeing it all.
Vasari shifted in the bed as she moved through the maze of rebuilding thought. She murmured something in her sleep and clawed at the blankets covering ifrits bed but she didn't stir from her slumber. She slept for several more hours before something brought her awake in the middle of the night. She raised her head gently peering into the darkness for any sign of Ifrit's glowing green eyes, finding him on the couch she clawed out of bed. She slipped out of bed as quietly as she could and moved across the space between them dragging a blanket behind her. She crawled up onto the couch and silently leaned against Ifrit before closing her eyes shifting against his warmth before falling back to sleep...
Several more hours passed as she continued to wander before she finally found her way to the center of the labyrinth the pool was dried up its foundations cracked and the archways that led to other passages within the labyrinth had all fallen. Her form shifted as she crawled through the cracks in the fallen rubble to sit next to the broken fountain. She looked around at what had been the core of her minds defenses - faced with the complexity and the weight of what she had to do...
The next morning Vasari awoke, finding herself leaning against Ifrit, her journal in her hands the blanket wrapped around both of them by now. She wasn't surprised by this, she thought she remembered waking at some point in the night - having found another exit... or... entrance to her minds labyrinth that led her from sleep back to the world. She shifted away from him sitting up on the couch, the blanket falling down revealing half of her naked tattooed body.
"I hope you slept... at least a little?"She whispered softly to him before realizing she was mostly naked and wrapping the blanket once again around herself.
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Post by The Fallen on May 20, 2020 1:56:06 GMT -8
Ifrit had laid awaken for some time, watching over Vasari as she drifted further and further into sleep. With a motion of his hand, the lighting dimmed and the window overlooking the bowels of the volcano turned opaque. Cloaking the room in darkness as Ifrit rose from the bed and found his way over to the couch where he took a seat and kept his gaze upon her. Watching as Vasari twisted and turned in the night, somewhat grateful for his decision to have moved over to the couch.
He remained still when she seemed to awaken over night and looked around for him. He watched her curiously as she dragged a blanket over and sought him out where he laid. He let out a sigh as she curled up against his body and fell asleep again. He slipped his arm beneath the blanket and loosely wrapped it around Vasari's waist, keeping her close as she continued to dream. What was going on within her mind was a mystery to him, and he had no intent of trying to invade her dreams against her will to find out. Instead, he let her get her rest and go about what ever dreams she was having.
He laid there waiting, observing her as she slept ready to react if anything in her condition changed. Thankfully she only seemed to improve over night. The rest was enough to help her recover from her efforts the day before. But still he did not drift off to sleep. A smile crossing his lips when she finally awoke and shifted away from him. His arm lazily slipping from around her waist as she sat there exposed from the waist up. He chuckled as he sat up while she wrapped herself in the blanket. He wrapped his arms around her blanket clad form from behind Sleep eludes me more often than most... Especially being here, where I have an abundance of power to draw upon to restore myself... You seem awfully attached to that journal... And a false sense of modesty... you know... He smiled and rested his chin slightly upon her shoulder, before pressing his lips against the exposed tattooed flesh that peeked out from the top of the blanket that she was wrapped in My gaze is not so easily blocked by something as simple as that blanket, right?
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Post by Vasari on Jun 28, 2020 11:10:47 GMT -8
Vasari followed his gaze and then tilted his her head slightly as he leaned in and kissed her exposed flesh. She lifted her shoulders slightly in a shrug but kept the blanket tightly wrapped around her body. She wasn't sure why she continued to cover herself. It wasn't as he suspected due to modesty, she could care less about the concept of body shame or innocence. She had been naked around others many times growing up at the Academy, and it wasn't simply public baths or the hot springs. At times they were made to fight naked by the instructors, it kept them from growing complacent or dependent on armor or robes for defense or obfuscation. Her nakedness wasn't the issue, it was Ifrit's consistent advances towards her. She wasn't sure how to take them and she wasn't sure why it mattered to her.
"The Journal is special to me yes, but it also holds many hundreds of hours of research, study, and notes that would be... difficult to replicate should my memory ever fail or i need to explain it to another. For instance..."[/font
She whispered to him, pausing for a moment to shift her shoulders letting the blanket fall away from her naked upper body so she could open the journal without it being obscured by the blanket. A habit this time, no doubt Ifrit could have seen through both and still read the words she had written on the page - this time she simply didn't think about it. She moved through the journal page by page quickly before coming to the one she wanted, a series of drawings of an ancient spacecraft design. the journal entry took up several pages in the book but she lingered on the first two open pages for now, a simple but detailed drawing of a Sith Meditation Sphere - the oldest design a pod that appeared to resemble a large eye, with wings branching out from either side.
"Are you familiar with this design?"
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Post by The Fallen on Jul 6, 2020 22:47:17 GMT -8
He lifted his chin up clear of her shoulder as Vasari shrugged. What ever thoughts were going through her mind remained a mystery to him, just as some of his own thoughts and feelings were to himself. The last few weeks had been filled with a number of revelations and occurrences between himself and the Fallen Empress. Making each new day feel more and more like he had been viewing things the wrong way. Like he had been focusing upon something that did not exist to the exclusion of others that could one day flourish. Perhaps that was why when Vasari had walked so suddenly back into his life that he had been so eager to try connect with her True enough, books are a useful source of knowledge that could so easily be lost far too easily by any other means... He focused his attention down upon the pages as Vasari shifted the blanket free and flipped through the journal before coming to a stop. His hand slipped from around her waist to come to rest upon the page as he examined the diagram of the Sith Meditation Sphere. It had been a couple years since he had seen drawings of one and there were next to no Sith that made use of one these days. Most Sith proficient in ethereal Force arts used meditation chambers upon their flagships to similar effect. He had a feeling though, that with how things had been going with her visit so far, that Vasari was about to change that trend In an academic sense, I am familiar with the Meditation Sphere. Sadow, Lumiya, Alema Rar, and many more have all made use of such a vessel... They were primarily replaced by Meditation Chambers aboard larger capital ships almost a thousand years ago... But I get the feeling such a design is in your journal for more than just historical curiosity...
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