((OOC: haha, we're both on it 😐 Ok, playing as Syris now 😛 ))
Syris turned his coal eyes towards the lizard man, his blade rising up in front of him.
I expected to see you here. The question is not "Who am I?" but "What am I?" How are you so sure I actually exist. . . .John is it? Hmmmm, perhaps you should hide you thoughts, and conversations better. Or perhaps it was you, Elli, who didn't hide your messages well enought.
He took a step towards the group of Jedi, his lips breaking apart from his teeth, his breath sounding almost like that of Syris. But even as he walked, he remembered the ghost words of his apprentice in his mind. His blade hesitated, he suddenly felt weak. He paused, his breath constricted and his eyes went wide. Finally the moment passed, and he let out a sharp hiss, continuing his walk towards the Jedi. . .
Originally posted by Wind Sister
((OOC: Soren, do you know we are getting ready to battle an unkown man armed with a red saber? And John, since Elli is my primary character, I will play her now, and Phynisis in my next post mmmkay? ))Elli's eyes went wide, her brow furrowed. What was this man doing in the middle of something this big. She tuned all her senses on Phynisis, and turned her eyes towards Soren. Through the force she spoke to him, her tone quiet:
What the heck are you doing? For your information, I am trying to figure out who this mysterious man is, and what he plans to do.
She turned away, but still awaited an answer.
((OOC: Phynisis to follow 😛 ))
(yeah but I used to be an unknown man with a red saber, now I'm a slightly know man with a red saber that isn't sith or dark jedi but is a shadow jedi but no one needs to know that yet, well on the rp atleast this is fine.)
Soren: "Ok! don't get mad at me for just asking a question, and I might as well help with what your doin' since I'm here." "Now sir I'll ask pollightly what is your name, and what do you plan on doin' here?"
((OOC: Hehe yah, just didn't know if that casual an air was what was needed in an assuming battle 😛 Haha. 😆 ))
Elli looked at the approaching man, her mind went in circles. But she still somehow managed to communicate with Syris at the same time.
Don't get worked up, I am not trying to be mean or sound rude. Why are you here anyway?
She brought her saber up to her face, but remained completely relaxed, just waiting for the right time.
(OOC: Jumping from Characters, I should label my posts 😖 ))
Phynisis swiveled his eyes back to John, his smile growing wider.
Now now, Patience is a virtue, as I always tell my apprentice. Perhaps I tell you what I am and you don't like it?
((OOC: Ok, I am half expecting to say "No, I am your father." or somethin like that 😬 ))
((OOC: Off topic, I know, but does any one know how much Photoshop would cost 😬 ))
Phynisis let out a slow hiss of breath, his eyes narrowing, staring into those of Johns.
I am a menace, a killer, a master, a Sith, a ghost, an object, and a dream. You dare to say I am outnumbered, I think not. Try me, Jedi!
He pulled up his saber, setting his stance perfectly level with that of Johns.
As he prepared for battle, Syris' words echoed in his head:
Your faith in your abilities is your weakness.
Would this be the end of Darth Phynisis?
*****
Thousands of lightyears away, two eyes gleamed gleefully from beneath their hood. The cackling sound of a monster who has just gotten his way filled the air.
"i'll try you alright." john. said secretely to eli and soren he said " watch him..he'll be fast so be careful, but he is fearful, and fear slows you down so use that to your advantage."
"you have forgotten two things sith. do you want to know what they are??"
((ur que faroth and allis hope ur listening))
The Sith's rage was far too great to allow him to see through the mental barrier that Ala'ii had emplaced before moving from an open door and reaching out with her sword, touching his chin with the blunt side of her freezing Echani sword, the air hazed as its blade chilled chilled it, slightly cold-burning the Sith's chin.
"Sorry to cut you off, lizard-boy; but the adepts are have arrived, save your monologued threats..." she said, insulting John'Bak'or as her disliing of him grew...
she truned back to the interloper, "Now now, you're not going to draw you're little sabre on my apprentice-friend, are you?" she said in a friendly yet mocking tone, "Is it... it couldn't be... Lysander? Oh how you've changed. I hope you haven't forgotten our last encounter, and I assume the frost-bitten wound on your left shoulder stil burns... the blade has a tendancy, you see"
She lifted the blade slightly, freeze-burning his chin to distract him whilst she confiscated his lightsabre, "This was blue the last time I saw you, what happened... compenating for something?" she asked playfully with a raised eyebrow.
Phynisis:
Phynisis' eyes grew wide at he stared at Ala'ii, his breath become short, even shorter than it was before. He felt the sting of the new wound, but the sting of the old burned much more. After a moment, his face once more twisted into the odd formation he may call a smile.
So we meet again. You are. . .older, than before.
He lowered his saber slowly, tightening his muscles. In an instant he struck out at the nearest Jedi, the lizard man. He moved with a speed that did not seem possible for a man his age. . .perhaps he was just a dream after all.
Elli:
Elli didn't know whether to jump back or forward. She held her ground, bringing up her lightsaber even higher. Her eyes remained trained on Phynisis, but she was truly focusing on Ala'ii.
Hiding her message with all she had, she communicated with her, silently as to not break her concentration:
May I ask what he is talking about?
Her voice was soft, an almost dreamy air to it. Her shining blue eyes reflected the light of her saber.
((OOC: My text is purple on the message box! Why the heck is it purple!? ))
Soren: *he didn't like to just stand around so he charged at vynisis, and took a swing at him with his saber* "Aaaaaah!!!!!!!!" *he was still angry as ever, he was being impatient and stupid for what he just did and started repeating that in his head* {STUPID, STUPID, STUPID!!!!!!!!}
(these (({ })) are for him speaking in his mind)
Name: Pal Jetsam
Species: human (25% civiian)
class: outcast jedi
apperance: long blond hair (Resident Evil 4 look) mid 20s
lightsaber: cane-hilted blue lightsaber
robe: brown cloak, tan robe (obi-wan's robe)
background: Home planet was attacked by mercenaries and his parents
were killed. He was accepted by the jedi order and he quickly became one of the most skilled swordsman in the order. He fights on only with the motivation to avenge his parents.