Tainting Current (Closed)

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

The beautifully young woman pounded through the floor of cloud, caught by the power that was unleashed by Karasym.

The little girl followed the beautiful woman with her reacting eyes, yet managed to dodge the flying lightsaber with a jump to her stomach onto another piece of land over the nothingness.

The elderly woman, however, held much more control. This might give something away to the trained eye, but nothing more than her greater control would be evidently different from her and the other two females. This elderly woman held out her hands to meet the lightning, and in a display of awesome ability - her closing fingers took the lightning into her palms like a condensing ball at her disposal.

 

[Moriarty]

Karasym caught his returning lightsaber. He didn't completely ignore the little girl, but he didn't keep his focus on her. The beautiful one was the weaker of the three. The little girl was apparently the quickest and more agile, with more raw power which could be refined. The elder woman, however, was already proving to be a worthy adversary. Her power was great, focused, and dark. She was controlled. She would be the one who would put up the biggest fight, and posed the biggest threat.

He crossed his lightsabers over his chest and allowed a half smile to creep over his face. "Tell me one thing..." he said. "Before I kill you, give me one thing I don't know. Tell me who my father... And possibly my mother was... And perhaps I will allow you a special place in the netherworld of the force." If they were true witches, he figured they had power in the force he wouldn't have known. And prophecy was one of those many unusual things.

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

((sry for takin forever, bro! got a little caught up with somethin...))

The elderly woman slowly breathed with an eerie calm, one not of peace or harmony; but rather of a dying decay, unwilling to further that corroding disease in herself but onto others instead. Her bony fingers made clear appearance to the intruding Karasym, extending out only slightly from her bent and muscle lacking arm before her withered face and drooping spotted flesh beneath shadow of hood.

"...Your mother..." The old woman's white eyes rolled up into her skull with a flicker of reflected light, then fluttered behind stammering lids. "...is beyond the flow of the Current..." The Old woman's words could have meant a number of things in interpretation. Some would see her words to mean that Karasym's mother was dead, and others would believe her to simply walk beyond the sight of this witch. Further still, her words could even simply mean that there is no prophecy involving Karasym's mother, as she will affect no one in this life majorly of note.

"...Your f-fa..." She stuttered, clasping her chest with pain at the thought of it all. Yet there was deceit in her step. Her hand, while held out, was not souly purposed with prophetic judgment. Though it would be seen as such obedience in obliging the intruder's request, she as well brought forth her slippery trap. Creeping along the hilts of the lightsabers first, Karasym would not be able to feel the trap taking shape; but rather only see her use of the White Current to understand the prophecy he so wished to learn of. He may feel the Force flowing through her use of dark powers, but he would not know it's touch upon him in such a way.

"Y-your f-father... huHUHHHH!" She gasped in at the revelation, or so it would seem. She stumbled forwards with a single shuffle of a step. The true nature of her seeing this prophecy was more than a perfect distraction, as the little girl began slowly making her way in slow small steps around to Karasym's side; though making no sudden movements or hints at attack.

"...The weaves of straw's lining ties back to Death's birth,
yet from mother's womb did such Death's thoughts birth ties,
to freedom,
from bondage,
gives anger,
flows purpose,
so in death's way will tie birth back to Death's weaving womb..."​

And as she spoke this, so did the young beautiful woman begin clasping her hands onto the ground where Karasym stood to pull herself up to a stand just off of his back shoulder. Yet, as he would move to notice her, he would now find his arms Gripped tightly together; as the old woman's trap ensnared him having already Gripped the two lightsaber hilts together, now Gripping his arms together in this stuck position of crossed over his chest.

The beautiful woman dashed in at him with intent to trap her arms around him from behind, thus grabbing his own lightsabers in attempt to keep him further subdued. As well, the little girl bolted out with a crossing dart of a run to stand just nearly before him and begin elbow strikes at the sides of his kneecaps. Should Karasym attempt to free himself from the beautiful girl's grasp (if she even got the grasp in the first place) she would kick in on the backs of his knees to force him to submit and stay in perilous heat of the trio's attacks.

Finally, the elderly woman would show her true form upon prophecy's completion; lifting her head with malicious intent. She would begin draining lifeforce from Karasym through her grip of his arms. In this, she would feel stronger than ever, and then move to finish the intruder.

 

[Moriarty]

(It's cool man. lol)

Karasym quickly stepped backwards to avoid any further physical contact between him and the old woman. He could feel the force flow through her with a dark and evil twist, also feeling a bit of his energy drain. It was that small, insignificant drain of energy which he realized what was happening. He had to admit slight distraction from the beautiful woman as she slapped the ground, but moved quickly to avoid running into her.

He stood close to a tree, facing all three of them who all faced him. He then went to switch his lightsabers on, but realized the old woman grasped them tighter than he himself did. It didn't matter, though. Lightsabers were his weapon of choice, but not his only weapon. He knew he could use anything to his advantage.

"Trying to snare me into a trap... You've sentenced yourself to a fate worse than death. I will learn what I wanted to know, and then I will kill you," he said. He glared at the old woman. Then, with compulsive movements, he twisted around where he stood and threw a sharply pointed tig at the little girl's head using the force. He then jumped further back and picked up a thicker stick which was just as sharp, moved with the same blinding speed as Ledo until he was behind the beautiful woman, and moved to stab her through her neck from behind. If he successfully killed her, he would pull his lightsabers from the old woman using the force and force her to answer his previous question. Each time she didn't tell him what he wanted would result in pain she had never known.

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

The first twig, that was thrown through the Force, stuck into the girls forehead; a strange attempt of a projectile, yet had caused blood. The twig however snapped before doing any fatal damage, as her small and grounded body would probably become an obstacle for Karasym's movement in the last act.

The second and larger stick would painfully plunge into the beautiful girl's neck IF Karasym managed to complete the maneuver without any hinderence of the little girl flailing beneath his moving legs and pick up the stick with his arms still tied with the elder woman's grip.

If these things were specified and justified, then Karasym would find himself facing the elderly woman with no further danger from the beautiful woman now gasping her last breaths and little to no danger from the little girl who's face was now covered in blood; HOWEVER, his wrists would still be held together in the elderly woman's Grip.

Now the elderly woman would employ her Grip and begin the breaking pressure of cracking and splintering bone within each of Karasym's wrists. He would find it to be most difficult to free himself from that grip, his arms still crossed in her Grip as he had held them before; and STILL she drained his lifeforce and energy without any defensive or aggressive action to halt that technique. He would find it very difficult now to free himself from her grip as his strength was failing and his arms were seized tight.

He was in no position to demand anything...

 

[Moriarty]

Karasym felt his life drain this time. It was more noticable, but not enought to stop him. He focused his energy and unleashed a surge of powerful black lightning which would have channeled through his body and reached the old woman. Instead of life, she would have absorbed his lightning which would have cause her pain and immobilized her in order for hims to complete his final act.

Once she released him, which he would not cease the lightning until she did, he would jump over the girl as she attempted to take his legs from under him. He would then run the stick through the beautiful one's neck, killing her. The little one would pose no immediate threat. It would then be just him, and the old hag.

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

As the old woman was hit back by the snap of that jolt, it would not take much; she was thrown back in an instant. As she landed to her back, the others (the little girl and the beautiful woman) flickered out of existence just as the environment gave spasm. The floating world around them in the clouds held, however, and so the elderly woman would be assumed still among the living as her illusion held on to life a bit longer.

Her hood had tossed back from the impact onto the ground of the small floating piece of earth, and she pursed her searing lips to speak but no sound there came; at least not from any distance. A light white smoke raised from her skin, where shown and uncovered, as she attempted to speak again. But lifting her head from the ground, she twinged in pain of the lightning that had coursed through her. Her eyelids fluttered in failing life, and finally the illusion fell.

Orange and yellow light soon lifted across her face as the fire of their camp shown true. The woman began looking up as they noticed what had transpired, yet were too afraid or incapable to act. They were plenty far away to give no threat and further backed away at the sight of their 'Mother'. Her fingers trembled in the gnarled position of old age and electric damage.

Her dying breaths were upon her, as she lingered in the whispers of her last attempts to speak...

 

[Moriarty]

"I hope your next leader is more than this; a deciever who steals lives. Her afterlife in the force is one of pain and misery," Karasym said as he turned his back on them. He withdrew his lightsabers and returned into the shadows, pulling his hood over his head. As he disappeared from the camp, one single thought echoed into his head; he never got to find out the identity of his father. He hoped his next target, number ten of the Annals, would know more than the quabble of witches. He made his way to his ship and departed the planet.

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

"....my ...s-son. ...Norrick"

 

[Moriarty]

(epic ending to an epic thread!!!)

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

((hope so, bro! lol ;) Hope ya had fun, cuz now ur in da big leagues!! Have fun my child! ...We'll reconvene once you've killed some targets on ur own, and I'll teach ya some new moves!))

 

[Moriarty]

(Hell ya! Oh, I got a character who's gonna b the head of a new faction. Animus shld deffinately help him out. lol. The character is Lane. Check the sig, mane.)