Mortal Gods: Night Walker [completed]

[Razielle Shadana]

"Absolutley not. Actually I am not that often inspired by people at all."

De'Ville huh? Now why does that sound familiar. Better and better.

Brushing a bit of dust from the buildings off the shoulder's of her coat, Razielle looked about. Thinking the place was absolutely abhorrent and should be destroyed. She couldn't help but wonder what Miss De'Ville's interest in the great metallic hulk had been.

"Mayhem, probably came to me due to the fact that instead of running and screaming like any sensible young female, you actually escorted a known murdering psycopath out of a public place. Perhaps Miss Deathwish would have been a better choice, but somehow I think you would probably have taken care of yourself.."

She didn't mention the fact that she too had followed. It was apparent that she was also the type to court danger.

"Actually I am just trying to kill some..time. While waiting for a better transport to come along. I need off this rock for a while."

[Jurin]

-His deep metallic, rolling voice was harsh, his eyes stared strait down into shade's eyes.-

"Come now do-gooder, don't you want to play with me?"

-He drew the shinning machette from the thigh holster, the blade raised to allow it's menacing glare cross Magnus'es face.-

[Lilaena De'Ville]

"And I am merely waiting for my ship to be repaired." De'Ville eyed Raizelle, and then it came to her. Saurron. She'd met this female before, on the Sanguine. She took a step back, and then half turned towards the spaceport. "I guess I will be going to find some stimcaf, at least."

And then, because she was curious, "Care to join me? You will be closer to your new transport when it arrives, at least."

[Razielle Shadana]

She would decide at a later date whether it was morbid curiosity, a sense of something monumentous, or just the need to pass the time that made her follow. Probably a combination of the three. Either way, she was intrigued and wanted to pass her time with Miss De'Ville and her..stimcaf.

"I think I shall refrain from partaking. I have already dined."

Razielle tried and failed at hiding a rather sadistic grin, her dining came at a very high price to some. But in an effort to be compromising she smiled, though it didn't quite reach her eyes, and amended her previous decision. It would give her more time, also, to figure out the peculiar sense of having seen De'Ville somewhere. It was an elusive thought, which stubbornly refused to come to mind.

"I'll tag along though. Who knows, we may run into more murder inclined personalities."

[Lilaena De'Ville]

A few minutes of walking later, the pair of women sat down at a bar in the spaceport. It wasn't much cleaner than the street diner. Taking a seat, De'Ville leaned close to the bartender as he rested his hands on the bar. "I'll have a cup of stimcaf, black."

He raised an eyebrow, and turned to Raizelle, who declined service. As he moved away to pour the caf, De'Ville leaned her head on her hand, and looked at her pale companion. "So...Raizelle was it? Why so eager to leave this place? It is a far cry from the...Sanguine, wasn't it? Anyway, I would imagine it is a great deal cleaner in the area you come from....or is the whole planet like this?"

[Razielle Shadana]

Ahh, that was it then.

Razielle was watching the bartender with a look of abject distaste. He rather reminded her of some overplump animal about to be slaughtered for a ham. So swollen was his face that when he spoke to other customer's his words came out with a lisp and much spittle. He was in a word, gross.

Glad for the distraction of being recognized, she slid her gaze to De'Ville who was sipping her stimcaf, like it wasn't strange their having this little run in. Razielle very calmly examined her fingernails, checking their glassy surface for any damages from crawling along buildings. Of course, had there been any, they were already returned to their original state.

"Yes, the Sanguine , does rather make this place lack for the amenities of class, eh? But then, I am not sure if you would share the opinion. Not exactly being there on a pleasure cruise, if I recall correctly."

She briefly recalled the events, her part in it for the most was small. Lord Saurron had bade Gavin and Razielle to go round up their guest and bring her to the bridge. After that, the Sith Witch, showed up and Razielle had business elsewhere for her Master.

"As for the rest of this planet. Its nothing like this. I have a..small abode, that sits on a valley. It is almost always dark here though. So we can rejoice in the little pleasures."

She deliberately was vague about the location and size of Elysium. Razielle had been collecting enemies these days like some people collect fine art. One can never be too careful.

[Lilaena De'Ville]

She nodded, agreeing with the last sentance, and looked over Raizelle. "I was foolish the day we met. I had impulsively allowed my hatred of the Witch to overcome my caution." Lilaena held out her right hand, showing Raizelle two small, evenly spaced scars on the back of it. "Your master gave me these. Why would he do that?"

[Razielle Shadana]

Why indeed...

Razielle smiled seeing the mark's. The permanent evidence of her Master's Dark kiss. Some would see it as an attack, other's would see it as flaunting his bite. Razielle however - having given and recieved similar marks knew them for what they were. Testimony that De'Ville intrigued Lord Saurron enough that he was compelled to bite her, and in so doing become acquainted with the very taste of her blood and feel, however briefly, of her heartbeat.

"Perhaps he admired you, more than you know? Not many can claim to have the mark of a Vampyre Master on them. Some of us.. don't survive such attentions."

Razielle turned ever so slightly, revealing the exact same marks upon the delicate skin of her throat. Hers went deeper and had in fact killed her. Covering her neck again with her long dark braid, Razielle returned her gaze to De'Ville.

"The fact that my Master would do such a thing, speaks highly of you. In my eyes at least."

[Lilaena De'Ville]

"Admiring me for crashing headlong into a situation I knew nothing about? Perhaps. I have learned much from the experience, including as much about your species as I could. Not exactly the easiest task, but I persevered." De'Ville drained her mug of stimcaf, and set it back on the bar. "You have the Force... do you not? I remember sensing it about you back when we first met."

She watched Raizelle carefully, wondering how far she could push this woman into answering her questions.

[Razielle Shadana]

She figured that lying outright would avail her nothing. They both obviosuly weilding the Dark side in one way or another. Besides, what good would hiding the truth do her? De'Ville surely knew of Lord Saurron's powers with the Dark side, and also knew Razielle to be his apprentice.

"I suspect his admiration was less from the present situation you were in, and more from what he felt in your presence. Most assuredly, I believe he thought you capable of getting out of said circumsatnce."

Razielle drummed her fingertips on the countertop in succession. The repetitive tapping of her talon-like nails quite obviously distressing and annoying the bartender. He would have opened his blubbering mouth to speak, but in an effort to avoid being showered upon by the spitting slob, Razielle slowly grinned and hissed at the man, fangs bared. He wisely removed his bulk to the opposite end of the bar.

"The Force, yes you could say that. Although sadly, I haven't had any proper training with my Master in some time. But never fear, I work myself very hard on previously learned lessons. That and sims, although the latter tends to bore me quickly. "

[Lilaena De'Ville]

"I trained once in a simulation, with Master Lynch. The Force does not interact with sims as it does with a real landscape. I have not used them since." Lilaena gestured for a refill on her caf, and canted her head to look at Raizelle once more.

"You really want to leave this planet? It is nice a dark, is it not?"

[Razielle Shadana]

Involuntarily the muscles beneath Razielle's right eye started a soft ticking. The small spasm was most probably attributed to the casually mentioned name of her former husband. They had, to say the least, not parted well.

"Master Lynch... That would be Jedah. My training with him was either done in residence or in the confines of a none to nicely inhabbited cavern."

She wasn't sure if De'Ville was aware of her past relationship with the Sith Master or not. Not that it mattered now, one thing was certain everything dies. As for why she wanted to leave the planet, that had to do with another Master.

"I am tired of rusticating on this forgotten pile of rock. I am going looking for my Master, or another to train with until I find him. I have enemies, and they will one day come looking for me and someone will have vengence. I intend to be the one."

[Lilaena De'Ville]

The emotions that Raizelle associated with Lynch's name were very familiar. Thoughts, of course, were easy to conceal by those who knew how, and De'Ville had no talent for poking through other people's minds. But raw emotions tended to lay close to the surface in body language, and other things more closely connected to the Force.

"I doubt you will find Master Saurron there... but there is a planet where others of like minds to us have gathered." She chose her words carefully. The bartender looked over at them, and she concentrated in the Force, causing an effect like pouring oil into water. His gaze slid over the pair sitting at his bartop. As much as he might have wanted to, he simply couldn't pay attention to them, because they were suddenly unimportant.

[Razielle Shadana]

Interest piqued, she turned her face slighty and De'Ville now had her undivided attention. True, her Master would not likely be present, but she could possibly extend her training there.

"Gathered to what purpose..?"

She was sure that this was not a topic of conversation that De'Ville would have at random with anyone and the thought was a tad humbling. Not that Razielle would reveal anything learned, that was not her way. Surely among a gathering of that kind, she could find someone who would be willing to give her further guidance in the Dark ways.

[Lilaena De'Ville]

"Gathered for the purpose of strengthening each other. Raizelle...a war is coming. We just want to be prepared to win." De'Ville softened her serious tone with a wink.

[Razielle Shadana]

This was quickly becomming very fascinating. She didn't know who else she would encounter at this.. gathering, nor did she care. If it was for the purpose of strengthening each other, it could only be beneficial. That and the prospect of war was appetizing. Wars meant death..bloody deaths at that.

"I see.. and you would be willing to take me there, with you?"

Razielle's eyes were absolutely alight with the prospects. She needed a goodly amount of carnage in her life. This may be just what she had been lacking for so long.

[Lilaena De'Ville]

She nodded. "I would. My ship will be finished in another hour, and it is more comfortable than public transportation." Raizelle was eager, and De'Ville smiled to herself at the thought of her joining them on Onderon.

"However, it is not as dark there, as here..." Lilaena raised an eyebrow. "Will you be.. okay? I do not know as much as I would like about your kind."

[Razielle Shadana]

Razielle subdued her joy at the thought of travelling in accomodations other than public coach. Whatever sins she was guilty of surely they were redeemed from merely going from one side of the planet to the other in such discomfort. As for her comfort once they reached her destination she could only shrug.

"I'll be fine. There are ways to hide from the light when necessary. Although, until I learn the terrain and where we'll be staying, maybe we could make a night time arrival?"

An hour, and then they could depart. She had left the few posessions she had brought with the, very laughable, security from the transport she had arrived on. The rest of what she would need she would send for. Nothing that couldn't be replaced anyways.

[Lilaena De'Ville]

"Certainly." De'Ville looked at her chrono, and then back to her new passenger. "A night arrival it is then."

The bartender blinked, noticing the women at the bar once more. He came bumbling over to refill Lilaena's stimcaf. She smiled to Raizelle. "Not worried that I have not told you where I will be taking you?"

[Razielle Shadana]

Until that moment she really hadn't given a thought to the name of their destination. She realized it didn't matter to her in the least. Either way, she would still be going.

"I am sure you can fill me in on the way."

Razielle did however wonder how long it would take and whether or not she should.. seek out more nourishment before they left. The little waitress had been good, so full of hopes and dreams, but she was after all little. Not exactly filling.

"Will it take overly long to get there?"

She glanced once again with distaste at the bartender. Even she, Razielle the fiend, was not that depraved that she would seek sustenance from that loathsome tub of wampa lard.