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Re: Chaos
[color=#0080FF:351infpp]*He knew Death was possible but where was he? He asked himself but deep down he knew. This was Chaos itself. However it felt like the deserts of Iridonia. Far off in the distance it looked like the palace. How long would it take to get there he wondered. I better get moving, he thought to himself.*[/color:351infpp]
[color=#00BFFF:351infpp]*Just off in the distance Deimos could see several figures. One was the Lord Govenor, Eversio and he was wrestling with his passions to try to save Akulina Pajari from being brought down by her own selfishness. Deimos runs off to help them. Not sure what a naked Zabrak could do.*[/color:351infpp][/quote:351infpp]
[narration:351infpp]As Deimos nears the scene, it becomes static, an image frozen or trapped in time, and from behind him he hears a peal of strained laughter - not a laugh of genuine amusement so much as one that is meant to sound genuine, meant to fool she who gives it voice into believing some truth she holds dear.
When Deimos turns he sees the Umbaran from the now frozen tableau, thin and gaunt and severe here as she was in life and yet with no substance - her figure is nearly transparent, and whatever it is that comprises it is prey to the winds here as a cloud of smoke would be in it's place.[/narration:351infpp]
[action:351infpp]Striding towards Deimos, leaving transparent wisps of gauzy smoke in her wake and becoming more and more intangible, the Umbaran, her gaze on the frozen scene Deimos had been running towards, says in a cool and remote voice,[/action:351infpp] "You cannot help them, us, [action:351infpp]and then, pausing, the smoke-like tendrils she had left behind slowly returning to her and making her image more clear, laughs a brittle, fragile laugh with a edge of hysteria dancing in it's tone and says,[/action:351infpp] It would seem you are in need of help as well, and, [action:351infpp]she looks at Deimos, head tilting to the side as she appears to look at something only she can see,[/action:351infpp] are not yet as beyond help as we."
[action:351infpp]Crossing her arms over her chest as a gust of wind scatters the nebulous stuff that allows her present form it's shape, the Umbaran becomes a blurred image of herself, like a pencil sketch roughly erased, and says in a sly voice that fades as her image becomes less and less tangible,[/action:351infpp] "You did not know the ext[size=85:351infpp]ent of the price you might pay for the po[/size:351infpp][size=50:351infpp]wer you seek, did you?[/size:351infpp] [action:351infpp]She laughs disdainfully,[/action:351infpp] Power you would buy, barter for rather than earn or win. [action:351infpp]Her image begins to become less opaque as the winds briefly die down, and the Umbaran lifts an arm to gesture at the vast and endless sea of sand surrounding them and says,[/action:351infpp] Look at what your ambition has bought you. [action:351infpp]Stepping closer to Deimos, her form becoming, for just a moment, almost solid, the Umbaran whispers,[/action:351infpp] Or would if you are not helped. I can help you escape from here." [action:351infpp]The Umbaran nods as though that were enough to affirm the truth of her claim, which is not entirely untrue though there is little truth in the claim when all is said and done, merely an opportunity the Umbaran sees which might allow her own escape.[/action:351infpp]