Tainting Current (Closed)

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

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Lucazec- the Fallanassi world of origin, the adepts of the White Current. All of the clan were gathered, as the​

collecting of necessary items and goods had all been acquired and prepared for the ceremony. A great temple would last a week's time starting this night, bringing in to sisterhood the coming of age and proving their abilities of belief and worship. Some shown withered and wise with wrinkle and white claiming their skin and hair, while others shown blush and new with youth booming in presence. All present and ready, the religious group had seen long years past in each other's practice and welcome; now they would welcome a greater swelling, as this night held much to bring to this family. The very air whispered of such occasion, as each Fallanassi woman could feel the magnitude of the moment's weighted importance. Layers were to unfold, as deeper they would travel; an understanding of all Fallanassi, as ones own desires take supreme over any authority. The White Current had shown it so...

An orange and yellow fire crackled with gray smoke lifting from its flickering tips into the equaling atmosphere of a setting sun. The dim of night upon them, the group of women kneel huddled around its aura; a majestic glow encasing the entire camp of thirty-three. Not a single male in sight, it brings to question what link they would have to the outside world? In fact, they have none. Yet here they stay, migrants across the plains; plains of existence give insight into levels of understanding and wishes untold. As the life of a Fallanassi gives meaning to all life and desire. Their simple surroundings show symbol to what really lies beneath. Breaking the barriers of external to internal, these woman see the core of life; yet with all layers at their disposal, it is up to each of them which light to wield torch over their path. As desire fulfills life's meaning and purpose, who is to claim what truth outperforms another?

Their faces, difficult to discern, flicker with different personalities each wave of heat that dances across their eyes. And as the ceremony begins, the smoke takes on personality of its own. Their soft chanting builds the fire into an atmosphere all its own, as their entirety of life's flicker begin to disappear from sight. The camp itself would even erase from existence, as this ceremony will take them to the beyond - ever to return a renewed clan of the Fallanassi women. Still... its swarming essence takes time, as no hurry is needed or promising of their ritual. The week begins at midnight, in hours time all will depart from this world...

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[Moriarty]

Karasym slowly waited in the trees, waiting for the oppertune moment to reveal himself. This... grovel of witches was his next mission, his next objective. Here, the head witch was his target, though he didn't know why. All he knew was that she was powerful in the force. Her power was uncommon, which gave the reason she called herself a witch. Perhaps this quarell would give him a fearsome challenge, and perhaps it wouldn't. All he knew, was that it was his target none the less. He would treat her as he would any target and as he would any Jedi; point out their faults and use them to his advantage.

He then decided it was time to make his pressence known before their charade of 'magic' continued any longer. He found the ritualistic prowess boring and naive. The were force users, none the less, and refused to deepen their knowledge of the force, therefore remaining imcompitently childish about the matter. He merely needed too stand there and wait for the witched reaction, and his plan would set in motion, along with the plan of Ledo's. He stood and waited...

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

A roll of gasps and awed fear overcame the women of the Current. The women stood, as the ritual died down and all gazed upon this lone figure standing in protest of their traveled homeland. They were seemingly leaderless, all as stunned as the next; and each of them looked to each other and back at the figure in question as random as a hollowed group could seem.

Yet in the darkness of the cloud that was illusion and mystic in every question of the words, a whisper of a scent seeped out through the center of the group. The fire at its center, a black stripe at its base broke into steps; the entire crowd breaking to let it through. A little girl stepped confidently out, as this black of simple beginnings showed herself to the figure that intruded their ritual. She was calm as she was possessed, giving nothing away to her allowed advance by the witches of the White Current. Slowly in small sized steps, this girl walked out to meet him.

Her eyes, upon finally being able to see them close enough, shown white and gray cloud swirling in about itself. "Why have you come here?" The girls words echoed, as the women all resumed their positions yet hesitant to sit; they would stay standing and in wonder of the intruder before them. ...Perhaps things were not so interrupted as they seemed?

 

[Moriarty]

"I seek the leader of this pack of witches," Karasym said plainly. If he was anything, he was a mirror version of Father. He would fight at half power, toying with his prey, keep his actions as if they weren't a reality. He would be a ghost in physical combat.

He stared at the little girl before him, waiting for an answer. He assumed this girl was not all she seemed to be, but wouldn't hold to the assumption. They always had a twist to them. He cared not, however. If he had to fight this girl, he would treat her as an adult. If she was a child looking to fight someone older, she would learn fast that it wasn't an easy galaxy. He would show her a vieled ferocity, and then reveal the monster inside. If she was powerful, than he would perhaps learn something from her. It was a benefit to both cases.

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

In a rippling flash of screeching nails upon metal and screaming cries, Karasym would see the quickest of revealing image: showing the many women gone, the area empty but for tree trunks and simple huts, and the reaching footsteps of a beautifully full grown woman with her feet sliding out from under beige silk.

But to fade only in flashes, the girl and the women behind her still stood. The little girl answered. "Our leader ...is the White Current. ...We do not teach our ways to outsiders." She knew exactly what he meant, but played at him anyway; straight-faced, with an innocence and age about her all combined.

After the flashes, the background of women never seemed the same; having already appeared sitting on the ground, without performing the action of bending to sit. They all began a quiet chant and bonded prayer.

 

[Moriarty]

"I am not looking to learn your ways," Karasym said plainly. He would play thier game for a moment, but he didn't want to be toyed with. He had his target, and he would execute his mission. The time for relaxation would come later. For now, he was at work. He cared not for the random display of images. None of the illusions made his expression give way. His heart remained emotionless as well.

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

"You have come to bring an end to the Mother? ..."

The girl spoke with some strange knowledge, the heavens swirling a brewing storm. The women in the background paid no further attention to the girl and the intruder. They had begun their ritual, as if all this was to be apart of it.

"...I hear the Current already calling to you."

Further flashes became thunderous beckons of rumbling sound and darts of lightning, crashing down the comings of rain. The woman's feet were seen again, coming closer in her beautiful strides condensed in the bindings of smooth silk. Her bare toes glistened wet from the rain, yet were not there; but to be seen in flashes of imagery.

The little girl spoke again. "We have long expected this day... for the one who bear a son!"

At that, a most fierce lightning crack split down onto the earth and struck a tree, cutting it down and cracking open the bark to divide to the ground. Yet no one pay it attention.

 

[Moriarty]

"I am the end," Karasym said. With his voice, a crack of black lightning, his signature power, flashed behind him. "I am DEATH!" He roared. The wind began to pick up, blowing his robes behind him and revealing his body. He removed his hood to allow them to see his face. He wanted them to know what their death looked like.

"I have no care for your rituals or soothsaying. So if you've anymore words that might peak my interests into letting you live slightly longer, speak now," he said. He stood still and waited for them to speak up. He would not wait forever though. His patience wouldn't last long for this quarrel of witches. He found their pressence... frustrating.

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

And with another flash of light, their surroundings were instantly changed. The earth split and the skies were merged with it, as only a dozen or so small pieces of land stood left hovering in the clouds where they now stood. A heavy atmosphere surrounded them, as they stood in the very clouds and storm that once was overhead. The campsite that once stood behind the little girl, along with all of the women who chanted, were but fragments of what they once looked to be... gone.

Far off in one direction, a single women sit on her knees still praying and chanting. In another direction, a halved hut held eerily without proper wedge to hold up one side of the floating roof material. Still before Karasym stood the little girl, and she had but one thing to say. "I am the one you seek!"

With a charged rumble from the storm all around them, which cracked lightning through their space and down below them, she reached out her arms that had built a flowing pulse from behind her; as if channeling the storm herself, a rippling power flowing through her and out of her throwing palms with a large push of rupturing force at the intruder their to kill her!

 

[Moriarty]

The blast should've sent Karasym either flying, or turned him into ash, but he had called a force bubble just in time to abosrb the blast. If it was going to be a power fight, then he would oblidge. He reached his hands outward and focused his energy. The power grew and grew until any living creature in the area ran away out of fear. His power level grew beyond what it normally would be. He then released the energy in the direction of his target. It came out in the form of a subsonic blast which distorted the environment around it. If it hit his target, she would become nothing but ash and fried flesh. But just to be on the safe side, he drew his lightsabers and prepared to fight.

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

The little girl just stood there, enacting what she had already done but in reverse - like a rewinding movie. The force of his attack indeed distorted the environment around them, yet was absorbed by the little girl; to burst out in a repulsive energy.

Thereafter, her arms had spread in the release of the energy but now clenching what struck down into her closing hands. Lightning from the storm struck down into her hands, looking like electrified blades of light; as she held on to the very blades that stemmed into harmful light. She held up the sputtering rods of lightning before her torso to crisscross in an 'x' shape.

 

[Moriarty]

"Ladies first," Karasym said with a crooked half-smile. He held his blades pointed at her, waiting for her to make the first strike.

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

"Humph..."

The girl then lept out left with two steps to again leap off of her right foot, spreading her body with a thrust of her left lightning blade that swerved downwards after reaching through that thrust that would have cut deep into Karasym's gut; as well as her right hand swirling up over head for a roundabout slice that would afterwords cut off Karasym's head from her left to right (his right to left).

 

[Moriarty]

Karasym backed up out of the blades' reach before they could make contact with him. He then spun his right blade around in a distracting display, finally making a slice downward at her head. While that blade sliced downward, he would swing at her waist with his left blade, which would cut her in half from her right to left.

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

Having bent down in the avoiding of her swings, the little girl then jumped up into a spinning flip that unleashed a two pronged attack; both avoiding and attacking in the same movement.

Flipping her body over the waist high attack and below the downward slice through her center, she'd rotate around and over the initial head slice. Simultaneous to her avoiding maneuver through the air, she released a swirling series of helicopter kicks that swung up and around to bat Karasym's face twice in sequence. As well, her dual lightning blades stabbed forward into where Karasym's gut would be (no doubt in lowering/crossing motion from his still executing attack) and further split into a perpendicular helicopter spin of spinning blades. Swirling this two pronged attack, she'd land with no physical interference in nearly the exact same place that she took off from; as the complexity of her attack would no doubt create a shield of quickly spinning attacks.

In summary: jumping into a single rotation from her left to right, with spinning axis around her basically extended body; kicking around twice with a horizontal helicopter-like propeller attack; stabbing two lightning swords forward, then splitting the blades out oppositely and further spinning them perpendicular to her spinning legs; and landing in the same spot, having kept her center most point at her torso in basic rotation of the point just above where she stood and landed.

 

[Moriarty]

Karasym ducked out of the way as the girl stabbed at him. She was good, he thought, but he wondered how she would handle his next move. He backed up quickly as she stabbed at him and ducked once again as she jumped into a spinning blade menuever. This time, he saw a window of oppertunity, and if it didn't kill her, it would knock her off balance for him to make his next move.

As she was spinning in the air with him ducked underneath the blades, he swung at her legs which hung ungaurded underneath. If his saber made contact, it would take out her legs in between her thighs. Even if it didn't, she would have to move in a way that would make her lose her balance just to avoid them, making her fall on the ground instead of land gracefully.

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

As Karasym had ducked both of her attacks, the little girl therefore had enough space to see his incoming attack. With this, she let the spinning bolts of lightning flow further to guard her movement. Already spinning the blades in the direction of the attack, they further moved to intercept the sweeping motion of Karasym's attack with the 'x'ing of a clamp down upon it. Her blades both struck down and pinned Karasym's single blade to the right of her feet with an also propping of her weight to prevent any faltering sideways, yet just as she would then expect the only outcome of this maneuver she further moved without hesitation.

The only reaction that Karasym could see fit in the moment would be to strike hard down on the appeared open area of her left side now, yet she would have already immediately maneuvered over his open left shoulder now pinched down along with his lightsaber. She lept over his uncovered left side like a crawling animal, avoiding any attempt at her from his free right arm, and came up over to his back with a double wind into two simultaneous stabs that would stick upwards into his kidneys and protrude up from the sides of his neck. This angle of her lightning blades would also provide a measure of deflecting protection should he somehow come to face her.

As the blades of her light stabbed up and in, the cracking of storm and lightning called out in the backdrop of their setting.

 

[Moriarty]

Noticing at the last minute her menuevering behind him, he rolled forward with blinding speed before the blades could contact his back. He turned around as the blades stabbed upward into open air, watching as the force of the storm crackled behind her and struck the ground. He siezed this window of oppertunity and allowed all the anger in his being which was pent up be released out of his hand in the form of black lightning directly at the girl. Even if she did block it, the force behind the storm of lightning was powerful enough to make her work hard to deflect it. His eyes began to glow with a tinge of blue as the power of the force flowed through his body as if it were a raging river, feeding more and more into the power behind the lightning. While he was watching his adversary, flashbacks of everything that made him angry flew through his head. He saw the jedi, his friend who was sent to kill him (Who also attempted willingly), all the pain he felt when she was exiled and was forced to leave him behind and alone, everything which caused him to hate so blindly. Feeling the strength behind it, he focused it to keep the power of his lightning strike at its most powerful. "GRRRAAAAAAH!" He yelled. He kept his mind focused and alert, however, to keep from letting his gaurd down in case she tried something slick and sly.

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

Simply holding out her lightning rods as if they were the beams of lightsabers, the little girl let them take the brunt of the attack.

They absorbed the black lightning into the now brightening white light of her held lightning bolts. Her face soon melted of a different color as the intruder's power was becoming more than she could handle, and over the time of his spanning roar she lost control. The only thing she could do was release the blades she so once skillfully held, and in an instant those blades shot up into the sky like reversed lightning strikes that carried all of Karasym's black darkness with it. She had lost her weapons of choice, but the battle was not over yet and the best was yet to come.

The little girl, now devoid of threat as this intruder made no other advances, lifted out her hands to the side; her fingertips most precisely flexed in a five point star facing away from her. Upon reaching a full extend, more grew from those fingertips as two more figures became of that position; their fingertips matching hers in touch. Now there were three.

Standing side by side from Karasym's right to left before him: an elder woman covered in rags and tattered black robes held out one right arm that met with the little girls, the little girl stood with both arms out as previously described, and that beautiful woman stood at the opposing side with one left arm held out to the little girl's. There stood the woman of sense that had flashed before the intruder's vision earlier.

If any advance was to be made during this time of metamorphosis, it would be quelled as all three in unison then clapped their hands out in front of them with a triple blast of repulsing power aimed at Karasym.

 

[Moriarty]

Without much choice, Karasym jumped as high as he could to avoid the attack, leaving all three blasts to collide with themselves and disperse. He was too slow, however, as the tip of his foot was caught in the collision. Pain went seering through his foot, up through his leg, and into his whole body. He shouldered it, and kept moving. He had no choice but to pull through it and ignore the painful energy. He wasn't exhausted, however. He was more powerful then they would've expected. It was Ledo who showed him the power he wielded, and he would not let it be wasted.

Without delay, he aimed a hand at the elderly lady, then quickly shot a blast in the other direction at the beautiful one. If anything, they would be caught off gaurd. Hopefully it was distracting enough to make a direct hit. He knew they couldn't peer into his thoughts.

When he landed, he drew his lightsabers again and threw one spinning at the little girl while unleashing a less powerful, but still ferocious storm of lightning at the old lady. He would not die. Not here. Not by witches who believed in their petty rituals. His mind was clear and focused. He controlled the anger in his body and used it to his advantage. He would not die. Not here... Not before he found out who his father was.