House call! (RP - open)

[Lady Knyte]

“Awwwwww, aren’t you precious?”
Knyte grinned, her arms hanging loosely over the edge of the cot, slowly rocking it back and forth. A long chain dangled lazily from one hand and she carelessly fiddled with it, admiring her surroundings.
From under the many folds of the blanket, a slow gurgling noise echoed within the small confines of the nursery, two tiny eyes peering out from underneath. Five pudgy fingers clumsily gripped the edge of the cover and pulled it down, waving absentmindedly in the air before coming to rest around Knyte’s index finger, gripping it tightly amidst the babbling. Knyte’s smirk rapidly changed to an expression of sheer disgust, and she violently pulled her hand away. The child, however, continued burbling in all its mindless joy.
Knyte kissed her teeth and moved her hands to her waist, wrapping the chain in coils around it. “Sorry, dahling … maternal affections don’t apply.”
She snickered maniacally, clasping one hand over the baby’s mouth to stifle its pitiful wails and pressing the other down hard against its chest, crushing the weak ribcage, the grinding noise of breaking bones ringing sickeningly in her ears, a melody of old.
Knyte stepped back and dusted her hands in a somewhat mechanic fashion, the procedure having been one she had performed many a time before. Infants were a nuisance, and such nuisances could not be tolerated.
“Baby powder. Yech.”


*EDIT: <eep!> One of the lines somehow got repeated ... sowwy. ^^;*

[Sage Hazzard]

::Sage Hazzard walked down the street, going about his buisness. He planned on going to the market, he was in need of pain for his ship. Suddenly, he felt a disturbance in the Force, it was the feeling of someone dying, or atleast on the brink of it. His head panned, left, then right. He couldn't tell where it was, but he had to do something about it. He left his Lightsaber hidden behind his long flowing cloak, not wanting to call unwanted attention to himself as he searched for the attacker::

OOC:Knyte, wasn't sure how you wanted this thing to go, or what planet you were on, or where you were, so I made my post set in a basic place for you to continue apon. Okay?

[Lady Knyte]

“Hey mister, who are you?”
A small boy tugged impatiently at the Jedi Sage’s cloak, his eyes cold and untrusting. His hair was neatly trimmed, the absence of any dirt or grime on his impassive face and the decent quality of his clothes indicating that he came from a family of respectable social status. Around his neck hung a pendant bearing an intricately designed crest, an insignia unfamiliar to even one such as Sage. The Jedi stared at the child, appearing somewhat in a confused daze.
“Well?” The youngster’s expression contorted, and he pulled the cloth more violently.
Sage shook his head in amazement, his lips curving into a grin. “Is that any way to greet a stranger?”
“My mom says to never speak to strangers,” the boy returned, a smug look plastered to his innocent face.
“Your mommy should be very disappointed in you.” Sage turned at the sound of a soft chuckle sounding from behind, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. A young woman, not having yet fully grown out of her teenage years, stood leaning against the wall of a bungalow – one of many that bordered that particular suburban street - with her arms crossed, long golden tresses falling over her shoulders. She walked over to Sage and reached out with her hand, her voice confident and self-assured. “Hi, the name’s Corall. Sorry for my brother’s crude attitude,” – here she flashed the inquisitive boy a playful glare – “but we don’t get a lot of visitors in these parts, so you can understand Matt’s unfriendliness.” Corall ruffled her younger sibling’s hair, laughing as he started muttering inaudibly under his breath. Turning her attention to the newcomer again, she smiled. “So, stranger. What brings you here?”

***~-~-~-~-~-~-~***

Knyte gazed out the open window on the far side of the small cabin substituting as a nursery, inhaling the salty sea-air that blew in, ventilating and cooling the room. The beach could be no more than two miles away from the residential areas, and there was an omnipresent atmosphere of calm, serenity and peace.
Peace.
Peace was, indeed, something that was taken for granted here. Though not for long. Normally, Knyte would have grasped at the chance to attract much attention to her infant-slaughtering acts – audiences were such angels – but this certain task called for something different. Something …. nicer. More peaceful, for what more appropriate term?
Her hand instinctively raised to her face to brush back a stray lock of hair, when she suddenly stopped. A frown creased her forehead. Something wasn’t right, most certainly not. A strangely familiar smell, most definitely not the distinct yet warm stench of blood, yet one she was as accustomed to, carried down by the southbound winds. Her jaws tightened and her eyes closed. The darkness washed over her mind, occupying every recess with its immense power. And there, like a beacon in the blackest of nights.
Light.
The entire area’s inhabitants were themselves not exactly the most sinister of beings, but this aura was that of one whose senses had been especially attuned and sharpened to the Light Side of the Force. Her eyes opening, Knyte gritted her teeth and grabbed for her cloak, her pupils having nearly completely dissipated.

[Sage Hazzard]

::Sage chuckled::

Sage:There is no need to apoligise for the child's questioning. A inquiring mind is an intelligent mind.

::The boy smiled a large, self boasting smile::

Sage:I came to town for paint. Paint for the ship I own. It is quite new and I'm in the process of decorating it. I was wondering....

::Sage knelt down on one knee, face-to-face with the young boy, his name was Matt, a fact he only recently recieved::

Sage:What pendant is this? I beg for forgiveness if the question is in any way intrusive, but I have never seen one like it. I consider myself knowledgeable to jewely and artifacts, yet this one is nothing like I have seen. May I ask what it's origin is?

[Lady Knyte]

“No, not intrusive at all. That emblem is my family’s motif, as far as I know. It has been handed down for many generations to the sons of the family, by tradition, and Matt here was the next in line to receive it, after my father.” As if having predicted Sage’s next line of questioning, Corall continued, “My father – he is away, on a business trip.”
Her voice fell to a mere whisper as she uttered the final few words, and she shifted uncomfortably in place. Returning to his feet, Sage looked at her apologetically. “I’m sorry if I offended you in anyway…”
Corall attempted a noticeably fraudulent smile, and the Jedi ceased to inquire any further as she hurriedly changed the subject of discussion. “It’s paint you want, huh? Well, follow me, stranger.” She nodded her head towards the direction in which they were to walk, and Sage quietly followed on her heels, unsure whether or not he should speak. As it turned out, it was the local resident herself who did most of the talking.
“You have a ship? Wow, that’s pretty neat. Like I said, this here planet is pretty solitary, alone in this sector of the galaxy. So don’t take any questioning glances you get from the neighborhood personally – you’re what I’d call a mega-celebrity, I guess.”
Sage frowned at the last remark, but before he could query any further, Corall again spoke as they stopped in front of a structure that looked as any other on the street. “This is the place. If they try and embezzle your being new here and all, just tell them I sent you.” As Sage stepped through the doorway of the small, quaint little hut, he felt a hand on his shoulder. “On second thought, I’ll go with you.” Sage chuckled inwardly – she seemed pretty confident for someone who had been taught to be wary of strangers. But then again, what had she to fear? It was her homeplanet and, from what he had gathered thus far, she was apparently a significant figure in society.
While Sage browsed through the scant number of shelves for his required equipment – Corall hadn’t been kidding when she expressed her astonishment at him owning a ship, as there was barely anything of actual modern use on sale – he couldn’t help but ponder upon her words. Corall’s voice once again broke through his wandering thoughts. “It must be great, to fly from planet to planet. How I wish I could do something like that, someday.” She gazed off dreamily into empty space while chewing on her bottom lip absentmindedly. Sage thought it best to remain silent, when she blinked and turned to him, her eyes filled with hope. “You’ve been around a lot,” she said, and Sage turned, eyebrows raised in curiosity. “Have you ever met a real Jedi?”

***~-~-~-~-~-~-~***

Oh, for crying out loud, somebody just answer!
Knyte sat perched atop the sloping roof of the nursery, her cloak fluttering in the growing wind. She had been trying countless times to contact her Sith peers, wherever they could possibly be. Of course, she hadn’t employed the use of any modern communication devices – she trusted her mind far more. However, right now she couldn’t help but become extremely irritated at her failures to accomplish even such a petty feat. There was a continuous interference that had prevented her from doing so, but she was unclear of the source. Furrowing her brows, she retrieved a yellowing piece of paper from inside her cloak and, for what seemed to be the millionth time, began studying the characters.
The document had been inscribed in an ancient Sith tongue, but it was the nature of its sayings that had originally kindled Knyte’s interest - it was this that had led her to this planet which at first appeared as any other. Her confusion having reached its summit from the contradiction of what had been written from ages old and what she had found so far, she returned the parchment to inside her cloak, all the more determined to seek for answers that may very well never be found.

[Sage Hazzard]

::Sagr refrained from laughing at the question. It was funny to get asked something that from where he had come from was common knowledge about him being a Jedi::

A Jedi?

::Sage smiled::

A Jedi you say.... Yes, I have seen a few in my time.

::Sage chuckled::

Why is it that you ask, Corall? Do you not get many Jedi in this section of the galaxy?

[Lady Knyte]

Corall’s cheeks flushed a subtle shade of pink and she looked down, embarrassed and yet unfaltering in her convictions. “I suppose I understand how that may sound strange to one such as yourself, but here, the Jedi are not much more than mere legends that our people look up to in times of desperation. Times and needs that are omnipresent…”
Her voice again trailed off, and she quickly shook her head and raised her face to meet Sage’s. “I hope you don’t mind my questioning, but are the Jedi really the heroes they are said to be? And if they are, then how will they know when to answer the pleas of a dying planet? Can they?”
Corall’s eyes ignited with a strange sense of optimism and hope, one that’s reason Sage failed to even begin to comprehend. The planet on which he now stood seemed content the way it was, so what could possibly be motivating Corall’s brooding, mysterious inquiries? His own bewilderment and impression of wonder was reaching its peak – not all was as it seemed.

[Sage Hazzard]

::Sage pondered Corall's words, what did they mean? He could simply ask.... Or would that be intrusive. He wished to blow his cover and announce to Corall he himself is a Jedi. He wished to help this girl, and this planet in whatever way he could, but he had to find out what was wrong first. He couldn't blow his cover yet, there was a demonic, Sith, presense on this planet, he didn't know what resources the Sith could have to find him out::

Yes, they are the the heroes you speak of. Noble people the Jedi are. They help who they can, whatever the circumstances may be.

::Sage paused::

I have had the pleasure of befriending a Jedi.

::Sage paused again, forming the words in his mind to make sure it didn't blow his cover. He felt there must be something wrong. Perhaps the Force brought him here without him knowing he was meant to arrive on this planet. He actually arrived on this planet when he jumped miscalculated his light speed jump. He decided to dock on the planet, refuel, perhaps buy some things from the town market, and then begin the long journey home. But perhaps the Force lead him here. Perhaps it was fate::

If this planet is in special need, I could send a call out to him. He owes me a favor.

[Lady Knyte]

Corall’s bottom jaw slightly lowered as an indication that she was about to speak, but she hurriedly shut it. She again made the effort to smile weakly, her facial muscles tugging futilely at the corners of her lips. Sage could tell that she was trying to avoid his glance, and her breathing grew louder, heavier. His expression turned to that of concern when Corall once again broke the somewhat eerie quiet with her quiet, melodic voice.
“Sorry, that was just my mindless jabbering. Curiosity killed the cat – I should learn.”
She again sighed and looked down by her side where her younger brother stood leaning against one of the shelves. As if on cue, he raised his arm and covered his mouth with the back of his hand as he yawned widely. Corall placed a hand on his shoulder and Matt looked up at her, eyes leaden with lack of sleep. Sage could sense the love and devotion between the siblings, and couldn’t help but smile. Which again influenced him into pondering just why she had questioned him earlier as she did, it didn’t seem the sort of thing one as herself would say. On the other hand, just how long had he known her?
Corall turned to Sage, hesitating for a moment before speaking. “Um, listen, I’m only distracting you, so how about I go drop Matt off home while you get whatever it is you need?” The Jedi prepared to say otherwise but thought it better not to interfere, and instead nodded in approval. Corall smiled in reassurance, “We don’t live too far off from here, I’ll be back in a while.”
Sage watched in a confused silence as the two exited the store, leaving him to further contemplate upon all that had occurred. There was something hauntingly familiar about everything, but just what everything signified, Sage was unsure. The Force. And fate …

[Lady Knyte]

Knyte gingerly stepped past the numerous stones and other debris littering the cave floor, dislodged from their haven within the walls. Dewdrops outlined the serrated surface, the tiny splashes echoing eerily in the hollows as they trickled down to their watery grave, small ripples expanding in the shallow pool formed by the surplus water that hadn’t managed to seep through the permeable rock. Knyte shuddered as the back of her hand brushed against the damp, and her acute hearing picked up the scuttling sound of some nocturnal creature retreating back to the dark, narrow crevices.
The Sith was present within one of the many scattered caves bordering the beach, to where she had traveled from the nursery further inland. These fissures of the land had been produced from the natural eroding of the seawater crashing against the absorbent limestone. The grottos themselves were nothing exceptional in their being or location. It was the sharp, almost alien darkness that emanated from within that had attracted Knyte here. She suspected that this anomalous energy augmented the interference she had experienced earlier, if not itself the focal source.
Knyte’s jaws suddenly parted to mouth barely audible curses under her breath, and she grimaced slightly at the sickening, grinding noise uttered only from the shattering of bones penetrating the ubiquitous silence. She ceased to journey through the surrounding darkness, not for fear of what the foreigner that was her foot in these caves had damaged, but because the shadow that embraced and consumed her entire being was getting stronger, more concentrated. Almost pulsating in anticipation.
Knyte grinned.
”And Bingo was his name-o.”