#2 Athazagoraphobia

[Apple]

Summoning. Few times in one's life are they ever able to meet someone with a truly opposite personality. A fierce enemy may still stop to appreciate the same color one favors. There are however the set few that get the chance to meet one's perspective opposite. They also find that staring into that ironic reflection long enough allows that reflection to stare back into them. One will never know how affected they were by someone or something until they are truly gone.

Determining. Ye who have been summoned here. Allow yourself to make new memories, for they are all the sweeter once they are gone.

Fearing. This planet has always been beautiful, though mysterious in a way that one will always be unwilling to question. The dual moons in the sky were almost ever present as one sought to take the place of the other. The atmosphere kept the planet in a state of ever constant twilight. As if one sought the sky to burn, it was an ever present orange with no end in sight, with only blue piercing the heavens in the opposite direction. Dark Sith found themselves at peace while the Jedi would find their passions higher than normal. The feeling was interesting.

Do'Rak, the tall and dark skinned acolyte of the Sith stood with his head down, eyes closed contemplating his thoughts. They were undisturbed despite all he had been through, and the planet itself was what kept his thoughts smooth and clear, unclouded by hatred. The Korun, his face adorned with red tattoos that shined in the light found that his amber eyes glowed a little dimmer in this undying, ungrowing light. He could sense that he was not alone, and he found himself not threatened for once.

Memory always fades.

 

[Darkwasp]

A light breeze gently kissed her cheek and playfully tossed her raven black hair before moving on to what ever lucky sentient awaited it at its final destination. She twirled a astonishingly beautiful flower, whose petals gradually shifted from a brilliant yellow to a rich vermillion color. The hem of her stunningly elegant white chiffon dress lightly brushed the vibrant green swaying grass, as she travelled over the rolling plains.

A smile gently creased Daria’s lips as she travelled. It was a smile that gradually faded, as she began to realize that she didn’t know exactly where she was, or how she had gotten there. Looking back over the infinite rolling hills, she couldn’t even figure out from where she had pluck the comely flower twirling playfully in her long slender fingers. And what was with this dress that she was wearing? Was she about to get married? Oh the Force! Had she already been married?

As she crested over the hill, she spotted another figure in the distance. She couldn’t tell much about it, but it seemed to be the only sentient being that she could currently sense. Daria inhaled deeply; her head quickly nodding yes, as if giving her legs permission to proceed. She calmly approached the figure, courageously hiding the prevalent confusion that swirled around her.

”Hi.” She announced, with almost a bubbly introduction. She figured it was best to act as if she knew what was going on, until she actually knew.

 

[Apple]

The presence Do'Rak sensed came upon him and it was strong in the Force. Do'Rak heard an informal and oddly friendly "hi" cast in his direction. From behind him, he sensed her. His eyes closed and a grim look appeared on his face.

"Jedi," Do'Rak spat to himself as he found himself reaching for his lightsaber and turning aggressively in the direction of the woman.

His foot pivoted with his right hand ready to yank his lightsaber from his belt, but Do'Rak was stunned upon turning. She was a girl, with brown hair and hardly a few years younger than him. Her white dress, flowing softly as a gentled breeze rolled by, antagonized his black, metalic armor. Such a strange appearance for a Jedi, Do'Rak's turned to one of confusion before his expression softened and his stance shifted. He removed his hand from his lightsaber, turning back around and folding his arms against his chest.

"What do you want, Jedi?" The Korun hardened, coldly responding to Daria's presence.

Do'Rak's dreadlocks blew back and forth in time to Daria's dress, black and corrupted strands versus white, flowing beauty. The two figures were almost polar opposites. Jedi and Sith, white and black, and of course light and dark. The green glass seemed unwavered in its leaning from left to right as the wind changed directions as binary as the man and woman that stood in their midst. The roses surrounding Do'Rak's footing seemed to want to blow towards him, his metal boots clashing with them in the same way blood clashes with a black wall.

 

[Darkwasp]

She stared down at the meditating man in the black armor. It seemed like ages before he finally responded to her greeting; and it definitely wasn’t the acknowledgment that she was expecting. The man reached for a metal cylinder attached to his waist, as he turned and glared at her. Daria’s eyes immediately searched her body for her blaster, her vibro-blade, her throwing knives; anything. She swore under her breath, as she noticed that all of her weapons were notoriously absent. Apparently it was going to be one of those dreams.

The man’s features grew notable softer, after his amber eyes took a moment to study her. Maybe this wouldn’t be a nightmare after all. She had just startled the man. She wouldn’t have to fend off a raving lunatic with her mighty flower after all. Then it came; the pointed question that escaped from his lips, as if it were rotten food. Her eyes rolled heavily in her head, as the man waited for her response with his back turned to her. The young teen was definitely beginning to form a hypothesis. Of the three Sith that she’d encountered in her life; only one was a monster, but all three were most definitely asses.

She still wasn’t quite sure where this was all leading. Why was she on this planet, wearing this dress, confronting this Sith? She looked down at the beautiful flower that still swayed gently between her fingertips.

”Maybe I just wanted to bring you this flower; to make your day a little better, you big jerk.” she finally responded. ”Don’t you ever want to take a break from being ‘Eeevviill’?” she challenged, making air quotes and almost dropping her flower.

 

[Apple]

Do'Rak took a second before responding. Daria's words made him hesitate for whatever reason and he could not understand why. He knew deep in his heart what he was, but truly saying he was evil slightly hurt him in a way. The Korun turned back around slowly to look at the Jedi with a slightly sour look.

"So that's it?" Do'Rak nodded ironically to his own question. "I'm a bad guy, and you're a good guy."

He stopped for a moment and looked down at Daria's beautiful flower as if it reflected his own ugliness at him. The rage seething from inside of him and sorrow washing over his body like rain drops. Do'Rak turned his gaze back from the flower to Daria's brown eyes, his own starting to narrow as he hid his sorrow under anger.

"Well then go play your good guy games!" Do'Rak shut his eyes in discontentment.

As if his rage controlled the winds, they suddenly blew stronger against both Daria and Do'Rak. While Daria had a flowing dress that moved with the wind, Do'Rak was still a solid mass in his armor with only his dreadlocks submitting to the wind's force.

 

[Darkwasp]

She looked at the armored man, as he stood with his back to her. He turned to look at her, obviously displeased with what she had said, but not angered enough to strike out at her. It seemed to be one of her special skills, successfully prodding Sith (whether Lord or Acolyte) without getting thoroughly decapitated.

”So that’s it; I’m a bad guy, and you’re a good guy?” he asked, as he studied the vibrant flower in her hands. ”Well then go play your good guy games!” he commanded; shutting his eyes, as if cutting himself off from her existence.

The wind around them picked up speed, forcing the flowing material of her dress to cling to her form; the excess material flapping violently behind her. Her long black hair mimicked the dance of the Chiffon dress, forcing her to take the time to push the stray hair from her face. Daria took a moment to study her surroundings, noting the strange phenomenon.

”Girl, actually; Good girl. But yeah, I’m not the one being cranky right now, so… What would your answer be?” she said, looking down at the surprisingly resilient flower. It seemed to be holding up to the sudden torrential winds; not a single petal loosening from the eye of the flower. ”No matter how hard you shut your eyes, I will still be here.” Daria informed the armored grumpy gus, allowing a wide and beautifully white smile to play across her face.