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( Ilde ) ([personal profile] erbier) wrote in [community profile] station722016-09-15 05:16 pm

[open] love is not enough

CHARACTERS: Ilde and Open
WHERE: "The Ballet Studio" - Bout It Out gaming parlor
WHEN: 037
SUMMARY: Another training montage, seriously? Bout it out fights among hosts...
WARNINGS: Likely to get gory and gross if Ilde is exercising her powers/her imagination.



The Ballet Studio is quiet this time of day. It is a sleek and high end parlor, meant for workaday professionals to unwind in at night more so than a place for the young and restless to while away their afternoons. It has large frosted windows with streams of natural light and just about every surface has been polished to a beautiful mirrored finished. The music from above is soothing and quiet. Aside from the workers themselves, who pay no attention as they go about polishing glasses and other prep work for the evening, there are only one or two day drinkers at the end of the bar, paying equally little attention as they read news article and flip through gossip vlogs.

Ilde prefers it vastly, and it is one of few moments of relative privacy she's had in the city since the bombing. She fits in neatly with the surroundings, tidy and cleanly, and even the way she approaches the Bout It Out ring, she remains serenely disinterested.

The invitation she sends out to the other hosts is not quite explicit, not so much in words, but it is a pull. She is curious to see who will follow her thread to meet her.
snaphiss: (cannot believe the line at starbucks)

[personal profile] snaphiss 2016-09-22 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
A Jedi's mind must be strong. Certainly, Mara's isn't soft. She's practiced like this before with the Emperor, knows the tactics, but her mind reels from the feeling of this strange new energy. It isn't the Force, responds unlike it, and has the same needs and wants. Her mind reels, trying to block it off.

Her throat slit. Dying in a second, before anyone noticed. Even afterward, they wouldn't care. Dying painfully, but worth, failing. Never getting back to Karrde. Never knowing what it meant to have a friendship in Skywalker. Never filling her debts, never getting revenge, never proving the Emperor wrong. Never finding out who Mara Jade is.

But this isn't death, or she wouldn't keep reliving it. Mara can't ignore the fear, so she uses it, opening up the link she knows she shares with Ilde, trying to send it back. Mara opens the link she shut tight since they met that first time, in the garden.

Fear floods through the link, looping round again, and against her will she sends an image of a withered old man, shrouded in a flowing black cloak. His eyes are bright yellow, and them seem to glow faintly in the darkness around him. He stands, reveling in the sickly fear his people feel for him, grinning madly. "And you know the price of failure, Mara Jade..."

Mara's eyes open. Her throat is unslit. Her avatar has barely been moving, taking hit after hit, and her score is almost depleted. She makes her avatar move, taking grudging steps forward, reaching out to grab the tongue hanging from the mouth of Ilde's avatar.
snaphiss: (but what if i didnt)

[personal profile] snaphiss 2016-09-26 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
It counted. Mara moves her avatar to the left, dodging quickly. The only thing that comes to her mind in defense, after all the pain and loss and confusion, is lightening.

It's not real Force Lightening. Mara doesn't use the Force to access it. She never has, never wants to. But in the ring, it doesn't matter, right? Bolts of energy careen from her avatar's hands, striking at Ilde's double.

Mara doesn't know what effect it will have in the ring. All she has now is vicious instinct.