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Trace Sha
Mar 3rd, 2001, 03:29:29 PM
…enter the TSO visitor center, seeking the advice of someone in particular. Trace was well aware that Jeseth was brother to Warren Azalin, and he knew that Jes’ hatred for his own brother ran deep, deep enough to possibly assist him in what he needed done.
Behind Trace walked his seven foot tall IG88 assassin droid, leading in a hovering case, which spanned approximately twenty feet in length and four feet in width. ::
“I have come to seek your council Jeseth Cloak. Will you hear my request?”
Jeseth Cloak
Mar 3rd, 2001, 09:17:29 PM
Jeseth bowed to Trace, rising slowly and nodding.
"Of course..."
Trace Sha
Mar 4th, 2001, 07:52:28 AM
:: Trace lowered his head in a slight bow of sorts and then met Jeseth's eyes with his own. ::
"I have ecently acquired something, which I wish to attempt to preseve."
:: Trace lefted his right hand, signaling to IG88 to move forward and open the case which it was escorting. ::
"I thought you would know more about this than I would."
:: He said as he looked at Jeseth's wings with a half grin. ::
Jeseth Cloak
Mar 5th, 2001, 01:34:57 AM
he looked down at the bloody maw of feathers and bone. He recognized the wings easily. Warren.
"Hm...."
Jeseth grinned slightly and touched his hands to them.
"Yes... I could assisst you with this task. If you find yourself with ample enough time, stop by my workshop; I beleive I have a few chemicals which would aid you and they are quite simple to apply. With propper care this trophy could last you a lifetime - However long or short that may be in your case."
He gave his next statement some thought...
"I need to discuss something with you in private. I need you to hold something for me."
Trace Sha
Mar 5th, 2001, 08:11:35 PM
:: Trace raised his hand again and his IG88 droid closed the case, with a whooshing noise, indicating that it had sealed air tight. ::
“I should do so pretty soon, as I wish to preserve them best as possible. I suspect they will begin to rot and smell very soon if not taken care of expediently.”
:: At hearing Jeseth’s request Trace’s eyes widened in curiosity. ::
“I do owe you a favor or two and will again for assisting me with the wings, so I am sure we can make some arrangements without much difficulty.”
Jeseth Cloak
Mar 6th, 2001, 06:55:49 AM
Jeseth stops and thinks for a moment, then turns back to Trace before walking out.
"Open the container once more. I beleive I have a better method of preservig your trophy."
Trace looks at him curiously, then signals for his IG-88 droid to allow him to view the severed appendages once more. Jeseth gazes at them, then takes them up into his hands, chanting something below his breath. Trace begins to feel an aura of hatred encircling him, wrapping around his new trophy as Jeseth's eyes begin to glare intensely and with prupose. Several moments pass, then Jeseth finally places the things back into their container. Trace reaches out and touches his hands, feeling the flesh of the wings cold and plush. He shudders as he feels their pain move up and down his back.
"I beleive they should remain in their current condition for quite some time... Though the flesh may begin to grow a gray shade... Is that acceptable?"
Trace Sha
Mar 6th, 2001, 09:40:09 AM
:: The feeling of the pain from the wings flowing through him was an eerie one, but Trace found comfort in it. A reminder of the pain he had brought to the one who used to bear these appendages on his back as a part of him. He slowly turned to face Jeseth with a half grin gracing his face. ::
“Acceptable indeed. You said something about needing to speak with me privately?”
Jeseth Cloak
Mar 6th, 2001, 10:19:40 AM
Yes... I require you to hold something for me. Perhaps the conversation need not be so private, but I will seek you out once I know the time is right to pass this," Jeseth hand rests atop Disorder, it's blades glinting back at trace, "onto you."
Trace Sha
Mar 6th, 2001, 01:51:57 PM
:: Trace’s eyes followed Jeseth’s hand as he moved it to his weapon, the intention being obvious, but the reasoning not. Having known Jeseth for several months now, and having spoken to him on many occasion, Trace was well aware that this Dark Jedi was not one to do things without purpose. His head began to nod in approval. ::
“It would be an honor to keep such a prestigious and elegant weapon of destruction for you, comrade.”
Jeseth Cloak
Mar 7th, 2001, 09:33:35 AM
"Your assistance is appreciated. You know where I dwell should you require anything more concerning those wings, or perhaps just a general favor."
He bowed breifly.
"Until we meet again, Trace Sha..."
Jeseth turned and began walking out slowly, his form gliding with only the slightest of up and down motion from his feet. His shadow lingered behind Trace for a moment, following Jeseth as he exited the room. The Sith's eyes examined the occurance in detail. How curious.
Trace Sha
Mar 7th, 2001, 10:21:04 AM
“Farewell for now Jeseth.”
:: Trace watched the odd casting and movements of the shadows with curiosity, shaking the odd feeling it gave him off and turning to exit the way he came. His guard/assassin droid following behind, leading the hovering case which contained Trace’s trophy. ::
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