Bir stood tentatively beyond the table, watching as Lord Raze’s disposition shifted from fire and rage to an almost eerie serenity considering he had only just flung Xeno off a balcony that was dozens of meters away. A balcony that he could well soon cross the railing of, descending the massive mountain that Castle Wessex had been perched upon. Silently he cursed any and all noble families and their desire to perch themselves above the common folk, both literally and figuratively.
Raze’s request caught Bir off guard, the Kel Dor’s eyes opening wide behind his goggles. Mere moments ago he had been specifically instructed to not touch the plates of the Sith Lord. Now he was instructed to do just the opposite, the owner’s volatile and unpredictable behavior certainly contributing to the uneasiness he now felt. Gulping his anxieties back, Bir would comply. Careful to move around the table so as to remain behind the Darth, a shaky hand would reach past the half-Sephi’s hip to gently move the chest piece aside. Instead, he would start with the foot covers. After all, feet seemed to be of great importance to the behemoth of a man.
Bir and his Master long past had a common interest in things of old but nothing quite so old as the suit of armour that Raze had selected for his evening attire. His hands were too shaky to perform such a delicate task, however. He knew mistakes would be made if he took a physical approach so instead, the Acolyte opted for a different route. Kneeling behind Raze on both knees, his bare feet pointing back and away from him, Bir closed his eyes and began to meditate much the same as when he had constructed either of his lightsabers. The pieces of armour would begin to levitate and circle around both men, the space surrounding them cleared away from the disturbance that Xeno had sparked.
He envisioned a suit of armour he had once admired as a boy, similar in assembly but vastly different in appearance. He would need to focus. Desperately. Clearing his mind as best he could, he began to picture the pieces clicking together. Each piece of the armour, from bottom up, would begin to slip into place. Belts cinched. Clips snapped. The Acolyte was cautious to not tighten them too much, knowing that even slight discomfort could spark another violent burst from his Lord.
Finally, as the right pauldron slipped into place, Bir opened his eyes to see he had missed two critical pieces. The red cape and the ornate left pauldron. Taking a deep breath, he then stood and lifted the cape, draping it around Raze and securing it with the golden brooch before retrieving the final pauldron. Setting it gingerly against Raze’s shoulder, he now opted to finish the task by hand. Locating a clip on the back portion, he would snap it into place but it still wiggled as he pulled his hand back which only could mean there was a second clip. One at the front. One directly in Raze’s line of sight.
No longer could Bir breath, his heart racing. Still, he could not simply walk away. Taking soft and ginger steps before the Darth, he would locate the clip and begin to piece it together. His eyes, however, turned towards the helmet visor. He could not see the man’s eyes, where his attention lay. Fingers fumbling, Bir quickly proceeded to focus and snapped the final clip into place before immediately dropping to his knees, head bowed and feet behind him once more.
”Does… How does it feel, Lord? Good? Yes? Snug? Yes? Such beautiful armour, it is. Yes. Yes…” His final words trailed off, unsure of what was to follow.
Raze’s request caught Bir off guard, the Kel Dor’s eyes opening wide behind his goggles. Mere moments ago he had been specifically instructed to not touch the plates of the Sith Lord. Now he was instructed to do just the opposite, the owner’s volatile and unpredictable behavior certainly contributing to the uneasiness he now felt. Gulping his anxieties back, Bir would comply. Careful to move around the table so as to remain behind the Darth, a shaky hand would reach past the half-Sephi’s hip to gently move the chest piece aside. Instead, he would start with the foot covers. After all, feet seemed to be of great importance to the behemoth of a man.
Bir and his Master long past had a common interest in things of old but nothing quite so old as the suit of armour that Raze had selected for his evening attire. His hands were too shaky to perform such a delicate task, however. He knew mistakes would be made if he took a physical approach so instead, the Acolyte opted for a different route. Kneeling behind Raze on both knees, his bare feet pointing back and away from him, Bir closed his eyes and began to meditate much the same as when he had constructed either of his lightsabers. The pieces of armour would begin to levitate and circle around both men, the space surrounding them cleared away from the disturbance that Xeno had sparked.
He envisioned a suit of armour he had once admired as a boy, similar in assembly but vastly different in appearance. He would need to focus. Desperately. Clearing his mind as best he could, he began to picture the pieces clicking together. Each piece of the armour, from bottom up, would begin to slip into place. Belts cinched. Clips snapped. The Acolyte was cautious to not tighten them too much, knowing that even slight discomfort could spark another violent burst from his Lord.
Finally, as the right pauldron slipped into place, Bir opened his eyes to see he had missed two critical pieces. The red cape and the ornate left pauldron. Taking a deep breath, he then stood and lifted the cape, draping it around Raze and securing it with the golden brooch before retrieving the final pauldron. Setting it gingerly against Raze’s shoulder, he now opted to finish the task by hand. Locating a clip on the back portion, he would snap it into place but it still wiggled as he pulled his hand back which only could mean there was a second clip. One at the front. One directly in Raze’s line of sight.
No longer could Bir breath, his heart racing. Still, he could not simply walk away. Taking soft and ginger steps before the Darth, he would locate the clip and begin to piece it together. His eyes, however, turned towards the helmet visor. He could not see the man’s eyes, where his attention lay. Fingers fumbling, Bir quickly proceeded to focus and snapped the final clip into place before immediately dropping to his knees, head bowed and feet behind him once more.
”Does… How does it feel, Lord? Good? Yes? Snug? Yes? Such beautiful armour, it is. Yes. Yes…” His final words trailed off, unsure of what was to follow.
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