Aevenon Cloak
Sep 29th, 2002, 04:12:34 AM
A small café, situated on Naboo. Two people sat at a thin wrought iron table, passing back and forth conversation, smiles lighting their faces. The tête-à-tête currently was debating the matter of force users amongst the galaxy. It appeared one thought what the Jedi did was wonderful and benefited all of the galaxies, whilst the other thought they were simply show-men; con-artists out to make a few credits.
Aevenon did not know which to agree with.
He said above the couple, unnoticed until this point went he allowed, slowly but surely, his wings to unfold. The shape they created silhouetted the sun’s light that had graced the civilian’s cheeks, leaving what was once warmed now faintly cold. Their eyes rose to see the cerulean figure, haloed in the mid-afternoon rays of the Theed sun. Cloak smiled.
The two passed confused glances between one another, and chuckled rather nervously at the man who sat watching them. Quickly, however, they tended back to their conversation and appeared to be ignoring him – though Aevenon could tell it was not so. Their minds strained out towards him, curious of his motive for watching them. Perhaps they were guilty of something. Perhaps they had committed a crime.
Punishment. That was what the Jedi dealt. Swift retribution to those who had perpetrated misdeed.
If he was of the Force, then it seemed almost natural that he must be a Jedi, and ergo deliver said fee. Without hesitation, he slid down from his perch and allowed his wings to bring him safe passage to the cobblestones by which the orators table was positioned. With a light hand movement, he motioned for them to follow him as he began to walk and like he had expected, they did.
He lead them with wistful glances and subtle nudges at their minds, until after ten minutes they had reached a secluded area, not far from resembling a vineyard – and there, beneath the vines and trellises, the two met their new fate. A shaft of light pushed from Aevenon’s palm and with ever-fluid motion, he drove it beneath their cloaks and up through their ribcage.
No visible trace was left of the wound, and he heaped them against the wall like kissing lovers, their faces shaded by caressing hands. Aevenon stood above his work and watched with a small smile. No one would be the wiser, but all would be forgiving that the felons had been brought to justice.
Aevenon did not know which to agree with.
He said above the couple, unnoticed until this point went he allowed, slowly but surely, his wings to unfold. The shape they created silhouetted the sun’s light that had graced the civilian’s cheeks, leaving what was once warmed now faintly cold. Their eyes rose to see the cerulean figure, haloed in the mid-afternoon rays of the Theed sun. Cloak smiled.
The two passed confused glances between one another, and chuckled rather nervously at the man who sat watching them. Quickly, however, they tended back to their conversation and appeared to be ignoring him – though Aevenon could tell it was not so. Their minds strained out towards him, curious of his motive for watching them. Perhaps they were guilty of something. Perhaps they had committed a crime.
Punishment. That was what the Jedi dealt. Swift retribution to those who had perpetrated misdeed.
If he was of the Force, then it seemed almost natural that he must be a Jedi, and ergo deliver said fee. Without hesitation, he slid down from his perch and allowed his wings to bring him safe passage to the cobblestones by which the orators table was positioned. With a light hand movement, he motioned for them to follow him as he began to walk and like he had expected, they did.
He lead them with wistful glances and subtle nudges at their minds, until after ten minutes they had reached a secluded area, not far from resembling a vineyard – and there, beneath the vines and trellises, the two met their new fate. A shaft of light pushed from Aevenon’s palm and with ever-fluid motion, he drove it beneath their cloaks and up through their ribcage.
No visible trace was left of the wound, and he heaped them against the wall like kissing lovers, their faces shaded by caressing hands. Aevenon stood above his work and watched with a small smile. No one would be the wiser, but all would be forgiving that the felons had been brought to justice.