[CLOSED] How the Shadows Move

[Lucid]

Master Nadav, dark haired and with a neatly trimmed beard, was a rare sight these days in the the Temple. Known for keeping mostly to himself and acting only on direct order from the Council--otherwise taking his own initiative--his sudden appearance was cause for some surprise. He hadn't been seen since the impeachment of Grandmaster Ultor.

However now, with a quickened pace and dark face, he looked as though he were on the most serious of missions--and perhaps he was. Nobody could, or would ever know. Nobody except the Grandmaster--a woman he had never met--with whom he was heading to speak. He turned left, instead of right at the familiar passage to the Council chambers, no, he would not be meeting the woman in front of the entire council, his business was much too important, much to secret and much to dangerous for the council to hear.

He would listen and report only to the one person who stood above him in the order, the Grandmaster.

OOC: feel free to invent some infamous prior reputation for Sebastian in your turn, lol.

 

[Sreeya]

Talzea knew she would have to meet Sebastian eventually, and she was glad he was finally available. As leader of the Shadows, he was a tough man to get a hold of, even for her. He was the embodiment of his beliefs, always hidden and obscured from view. Most of the Order didn't even know of his existence. As Grandmaster, she was notified of him strictly on a need to know basis. As soon as she found out, Talzea had set up to meet with him.

The Danthiri had been waiting in the Council chambers, pondering on what the next course of action would be. She knew what plans she had, but it would all depend on the kind of man Sebastian was. Talzea only hoped that his line of thinking would match with her own. As recently appointed Grandmaster, she had a lot to learn, despite her many years serving in the Order. Her thoughts were interrupted when Sebastian entered the chambers, exactly on time. Talzea smiled at him.

"Welcome, Master Nadav. I am Talzea Keldroma. It is a pleasure to finally meet you."

 

[Lucid]

Sebastian walked through the doorway, his body language that of complete and utter subservience and near-obsequiousness but his manner, his manner was not. He pushed the Force ahead of him like a rolling cloud, with his will he bent that natural power. The air about him grew heavy as it manifested in physical form his skill with the Force. A glass on a nearby table shattered from the pressure.

It was an unnaturally showy move for one who lived almost entirely in secrecy; to do something that broadcast his Force signature so strongly into the nearby area but he did it to accomplish something. This Grandmaster was new and she would have to understand just who she was dealing with...what a clash of heads might mean for her. He could be her greatest weapon or her most feared mistake. He was determined to let her know this.

It was just one of the many, subtly unsubtle ways that he toed the line.

"The pleasure is mine, Grandmaster," he said swiftly, smoothly, always wondering, always suspecting. "Why have you called me here, back to the temple? I know of the changes you have brought us, I can only hope that you will provide me with direction. If not..."

He glanced at the door and glanced back to the new Grandmaster. She would take that as she would, but the meaning was clear.

"Time is scarce."