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destinystrings2012-10-23 11:42 pm
echo_of_a_jedi) wrote in destinystrings2012-10-23 11:42 pm
Do not follow where Fear leads
Who: Meetra Surik and OPEN
Where: Between Sagittarius and Pisces Wards
Summary: The Exile does her best to fight despite her fear. Good thing she has an OP weapon.
Warnings: Lightsaber combat vs. SCORPIONS. Also freaking out.
"There is no emotion, there is peace."
Someone holding a glowing blue sword appears in the evening walking back to the Pisces apartments to defend them. Ultimately, her nature refused to succumb entirely to fear, even if she could have kept to the rooftops to return to the safety of her apartments. She needed to help these people.
"There is no ignorance, there is knowledge."
Of course, under the effects of supernatural fear, she's not terribly efficient at killing the scorpions, fighting far too defensively, but the blade cleaves through one or more of the bugs easily, cleanly with every swing.
"There is no passion, there is serenity."
Meetra wasn't normally one for rote mantras, but repeating the simple Jedi Code over and over gave her something to focus on and let her connections to the Force guide her, rather than the personal fear that was always threatening to overtake her mind. It still didn't prevent the nearest scorpion from lodging its stinger into her arm, earning a yell of pain. Was she poisoned? She hoped not. She wasn't sure she could remove it with her mind in this state.
"There is...no chaos, there is harmony! Vima, come forth."
The visual echo of the older Jedi appeared in a swirl of robes, and healed the damage of the sting, leaving Meetra to only worry about the potential of venom. Even if the Persona of her couldn't heal her fully, Vima Sunrider was an inspiration. The instructor of Battle Mastery, the woman who could turn any tides...that woman's memory was part of her, and that gave Meetra strength too, even if her 'Patra' spell did not.
"There is no death," she said, a little too loudly, before picking up a scorpion with her mind and hurling it at crushing speed into the side of a dumpster. "There is only the Force!"
And then she began again. "There is no emotion...!"
Where: Between Sagittarius and Pisces Wards
Summary: The Exile does her best to fight despite her fear. Good thing she has an OP weapon.
Warnings: Lightsaber combat vs. SCORPIONS. Also freaking out.
"There is no emotion, there is peace."
Someone holding a glowing blue sword appears in the evening walking back to the Pisces apartments to defend them. Ultimately, her nature refused to succumb entirely to fear, even if she could have kept to the rooftops to return to the safety of her apartments. She needed to help these people.
"There is no ignorance, there is knowledge."
Of course, under the effects of supernatural fear, she's not terribly efficient at killing the scorpions, fighting far too defensively, but the blade cleaves through one or more of the bugs easily, cleanly with every swing.
"There is no passion, there is serenity."
Meetra wasn't normally one for rote mantras, but repeating the simple Jedi Code over and over gave her something to focus on and let her connections to the Force guide her, rather than the personal fear that was always threatening to overtake her mind. It still didn't prevent the nearest scorpion from lodging its stinger into her arm, earning a yell of pain. Was she poisoned? She hoped not. She wasn't sure she could remove it with her mind in this state.
"There is...no chaos, there is harmony! Vima, come forth."
The visual echo of the older Jedi appeared in a swirl of robes, and healed the damage of the sting, leaving Meetra to only worry about the potential of venom. Even if the Persona of her couldn't heal her fully, Vima Sunrider was an inspiration. The instructor of Battle Mastery, the woman who could turn any tides...that woman's memory was part of her, and that gave Meetra strength too, even if her 'Patra' spell did not.
"There is no death," she said, a little too loudly, before picking up a scorpion with her mind and hurling it at crushing speed into the side of a dumpster. "There is only the Force!"
And then she began again. "There is no emotion...!"
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He stands forth, watching for any more innocents. But he looks even more unsteady on his feet, if that's possible, and his Persona looks similarly anemic. And yet, there he is.
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"She tells me she can remove normal fear, but it won't work on what's going on right now," Meetra says, having tried that several times before now. Instead, she reaches out and takes the man's arm reassuringly with her left hand.
"We both want to help, but you need to get back under cover, alright?" she says with the conviction of a trained soldier speaking to a civilian in terms they'd hopefully accept.
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"I think I get the picture." He starts casting something. Meetra will suddenly feel a lot more durable. Marakukaja, eh?
He nods to himself. "Right." He looks to the Persona. "Okay, thanks. I think we should try her out for a while, okay?"
The Persona nods for a moment, and disappears as Nick summons something else. Something much more... you THINK it's an Angel, anyway...
"Yeah, uh, don't mind her dress sense. She's still helpful."
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"Alright, but let me go up front. I have a lightsaber," she said, gesturing with the unignited hilt. "And if I freeze up, just run. I'll follow."
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Even overwhelming, head-swimming fear.
He follows after her, prepared whenever to cast the light healing spell his Persona possesses.