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Post by Zyla Bram on Mar 5, 2008 14:13:18 GMT -5
Rychu was climbing. He liked climbing. Rychu liked many things.
He climbed to the very highest spire and not for the first time. He crouched there, drinking in the sights all around with fascination and pride. Everything from this point at the very top of the citadel, over the frozen wastelands as far as the eye could see to jagged ruins, icy caves and the snow covered hulk of the crashed freighter he’d arrived in all by himself – everything on this planet was his… well, not exactly. Rychu had grown accustomed to the notion that he belonged to the planet.
He stood straight and the freezing winds lashed against his thick furs, ruffling his hair. A light snow began and Rychu stood, arms outstretched like an Avril as the delicate flakes settled on his body. He jumped and landed on a flying buttress down which he slid like a giant balustrade, the soles of his shoes sliding on the ice and a long scream of joy issuing from his lungs. He flew off the end, incorporating a smooth forward flip in his drop and landed on a flat stone roof. He lay on his belly, hooked his mittened hands over the edge of the roof and swung himself out, over a terrifying drop and in through a narrow window.
He rolled as he landed in the enclosed corridor and gathered a snowball from the snow that had accumulated as it had been blown through the window. He tossed the snowball in the air a few times, considering it sadly. Just for once, he wished there was someone here to play with.
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Post by Akumu on Mar 6, 2008 13:06:40 GMT -5
Rakiss lands his ship on the planet, near a large mountain, the ship setting down easily. He steps out, his eyes scanning the planet before he heads towards a building. He sensed life near.
He had come here because the Force was telling him to, and he always listened to it.
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Post by Zyla Bram on Mar 6, 2008 13:33:19 GMT -5
Rychu glanced out the window. There was a ship – a ship! Someone to play with!
He ran along the corridor, colliding with the walls as he negotiated the corners. Someone was coming to play with him! He ignored a door and instead leapt out through a hole in the wall into a courtyard with a clear view of the main entrance. He didn’t head for the huge, battered gate but instead ducked down behind a fallen statue of an ancient Jedi and began to gather a huge stockpile of snowballs. When he was satisfied with his arsenal, he pressed himself against the stonework, a snowball in each hand, breathing excitedly.
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Post by Akumu on Mar 6, 2008 14:47:32 GMT -5
Rakiss steps into the area, his red eyes noting the fallen statue. He could sense someone behind it, but didn't think anything of it. Some poor urchin, most likely. If he tried to rob the man before him, he would realize his mistake far too late.
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Post by Zyla Bram on Mar 6, 2008 16:38:33 GMT -5
Rychu waited until his new friend was very close, stifling a giggle with his mitten, before he made his move. He jumped up into the air, throwing the two snowballs in his hands with deadly precision. He’d had nothing to do but throw snowballs around since he’d arrived; he could get one in through the smallest window on the third floor from the courtyard without any effort! There was no way his friend could dodge these!
He grabbed another snowball and jumped up onto the statue to get a better elevation. However, there was a thin layer of ice over the stone and he slipped and fell flat on his face in the snow while the snowball soared hopelessly off-target.
He rolled over, giggling, powdery snow clinging to his fur clothing and looked over to see how much he had impressed his friend.
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Post by Akumu on Mar 6, 2008 19:25:59 GMT -5
Rakiss looks over as he leaps up and throws the snowballs. An azure blade of light escapes from his hand as he swings his lightsaber out, melting the two balls of snow before he realized it was some kid playing. He turns the weapon off and smiles. "Well...you need to try harder next time."
Rakiss raises a brow as two balls of snow fly at the kid from behind. The Force at work.
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Post by Zyla Bram on Mar 7, 2008 12:39:39 GMT -5
OOC: Just so you know, he’s not actually a kid; he’s 23, just thinks he’s a kid.
“Hey!” he said, sitting cross-legged and not minding the snowballs impacting on the back of his head. “I’ve got one of them too!” He reached deep into his fur coat and extracted a metal cylinder. He flicked it on, igniting the purple blade.
“Look! Shiny, shiny, purple, shiny… melty, melty…” he giggled, running it through the snow, fascinated by the way it liquefied instantly. He wondered vaguely what it was for – he’d had it since, well, forever and ever and ever… the thoughts left him quickly though, for he was more interested in the way the glow shimmered across his face.
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Post by Akumu on Mar 7, 2008 18:35:41 GMT -5
Rakiss raises one of his eyebrows, feeling out to see if the person was force sensetive. While not a kid physically, Rakiss continued to think of him as one because of how he acted. "Do you know how to fight with that thing?"
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Post by Zyla Bram on Mar 7, 2008 18:52:25 GMT -5
Rychu looked at him curiously, head tilted to one side. “Fight? Rychu doesn’t like fighting. Fighting’s what bad people do.”
He stood up slowly, switching off and pocketing the lightsaber slightly haphazardly. “I don’t like this talk of fighting. Stop it, please stop it! Rychu just wants to be happy – Rychu wants to be friends.”
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Post by Akumu on Mar 7, 2008 23:57:53 GMT -5
Rakiss laughs. "Happy? Happiness is a lie told to children by their parents to make them think everything will be okay. The truth of the world is that the strong thrive, and the weak suffer. You simpleness proves which you shall do." He points his weapon at the kid. "I cannot allow a potential threat to live. Though you seem simple, you could very well be a problem later."
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Post by Zyla Bram on Mar 8, 2008 7:35:31 GMT -5
Rychu didn’t like this man. His tone sent shivers down his spine. He said so, “I don’t like you; you’re mean!” The beginnings of tears pricked the corners of his eyes. They clumped together to form larger droplets and one large tear ran down his cheek. To anyone who was watching closely enough, there was a flash across his iris but it was gone in an instant and Rychu was already running, sobbing back into the Citadel.
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Post by Akumu on Mar 8, 2008 8:33:56 GMT -5
Rakiss starts at the flash, not having any clue what it was. What was he..?
He rakes off after Rychu, knowing now more than before that he would have to die. there could be no unknown variables for the future.
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Post by Zyla Bram on Mar 8, 2008 8:49:53 GMT -5
The creepy man was following him. He didn’t like this one bit. However, he did have one advantage – he knew the citadel better than any other living person did. He knew secret passageways, where the masonry was loose, where you had to watch your step to avoid tumbling into a crevasse. He knew about that flying buttress just behind him, held up mostly by its own weight and a certain amount of luck.
His eyes flashed again, this time for longer. His irises swirled, the redness of his crying vanished and in an instant, his arm was outstretched, he flicked his hand and a keystone from the buttress was flung away, tumbling over an outer wall. The rest of the buttress collapsed in a shower of dust and stone between him and his pursuer. Rakiss would have to find another way around.
Rychu’s eyes settled and he stumbled backwards, fresh tears forming. He hurtled away from the new barrier.
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Post by Akumu on Mar 8, 2008 23:43:25 GMT -5
Rakiss stops as the debris comes crashing down. Oh yea, this kid was using the force. He was a threat. The sith turns his weapon off, clipping it to his waist and walking out. While the kid could get lost in this place, Rakiss could simply destroy the place.
He got into his ship and lifted up, aiming down at the citadel. Brillian blue bolts flyo ut, as well as globes of white as proton torps fly at the building to boot.
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Post by Zyla Bram on Mar 9, 2008 5:52:08 GMT -5
By the time that Rakiss had returned to his ship, Rychu was already at the doorway to the crypt, deep below the citadel. He needed somewhere to hide… like a big game of hide and seek except he was determined not to be sought. Other people might have been scared of the crypt but Rychu knew they were only nice dead people – they couldn’t hurt you and even if they could, he was sure they wouldn’t. Why would people who had been perfectly friendly in life be evil monsters just because they were dead?
Rychu was familiar with the crypt – he had been using it to store his food since he had arrived, it being the only place free from the blizzards outside. He was also certain of how sturdy the construction was. There was a huge sarcophagus in the centre on a raised dais. The sides were made of stone almost a foot thick – inside no one would think of looking. He used his magic to lift the heavy lid into the air and climbed into it. There was a skeleton in there. He gave the skull a cheery smile and said, “Hullo,” before letting the lid drop, plunging him into darkness.
Just as the lid fell into place, there was a rumbling boom from above, followed in quick succession by more. Dust fell from the ceiling as the bombardment became more intense. Rubble crashed down, shaken by massive explosions up above. Rychu jammed his fingers in his ears – it was unbearably loud. Out in the crypt, debris fell, the room was engulfed in dust as masonry smashed into the sarcophagus lid and crashed down over the doorway.
Before long, the crypt had been entirely buried by many metres of solid debris. No one would be getting in; no one would be getting out. Rychu was buried alive, though admittedly with over a month’s supply of food.
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