Closed Paths

[rekindledtitan]

Blaze hasn’t been around the Plaza much of late, keeping her Nexus visits to brisk strolls through less well-protected areas. Areas she’s less likely to run into familiar faces. But today the Exo Guardian teleports straight in, the signs of recent battle marring her armor as she pulls off her helm and looks around. After a moment, she exchanges a glance with the tiny silver bot floating at her side, then strides over and parks herself on the nearest sturdy bench.

“Ever feel like you’ve learned more than you could have imagined and still wound up right back where you started?” It’s the first frustrated question that comes to mind. She shakes her head at it.

“Never mind. How do you ground yourself when you need to get your head straight?”

That's an easy one. She has an abundance of questions today, and to her unease most of them aren’t ones she feels free to share.

From one darkness into another

[dark_lady_sariss]

Death had come...swiftly. One could never expect it, really, but it had been abrupt. The feeling of a lightsaber cutting through her body had seared into her and then there had been nothingness. Thus it was when she gasped and felt oxygen flow into her lungs again, it was moment that could not quite be described, but 'violent existential crisis' might come somewhat close.

What people will see in the first moment would be a black-clad figure in a cloak, laying on the ground. Then it launches itself to its feet, hands not even talking the ground, propelled by something. Then there is a silvery cylinder in the definitely female figure's hand, and blue eyes look around, wild.

The hood of the cloak falls back, revealing blond hair in a tight bun, one lock of hair escaping. The expression on her face is one that is fighting with itself. Control is slowly winning, but wild-eyed panic still holds sway. Her stance is ready for a fight, and those attuned to things beyond the ordinary might possibly feel the dark power flowing into her.

And it is only then that the panic evaporates. She sighs, straightening, the control falling over her face. The dark side is her ally, even here - if this is an afterlife, she still has that, at least. And with that, she can face down a galaxy.

Her name is Sariss, and she is a dark jedi. Loyal servant of the Lord Jerec, one of the Seven - and on the knife edge between existential despair and glacier-like control.

"Where am I?"