Zareel Jhenan´doka
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IC: Apprentice Zareel Jhenan'doka
Location: Leaving the Training Room, Korriban
She was unsure for how long she walked, her eyes were down only following the masters who were walking ahead and moved mostly by ear. Her head was elsewhere, somehow the whole situation seemed odd to her.
She turned on her heel to look around the banquet hall; she had innocently considered the possibility of seeing a familiar face among the gathered, perhaps even stealing something from a table if she happened to pass close to one. But no, no food near her hands and no gossip. Everyone had crowded towards the entrance, though it didn't look like anything horrendous was happening, at least not yet. A floor permanently free of bloodstains didn't seem too plausible.
Each footstep echoed in the apprentice's head as they descended further into the tunnels; only for a moment two silhouettes caught her attention - They're not stealing from me, so who cares? - However, it seemed to her that they must be part of those who were supposed to be at the banquet. What were they doing there? Was it all over far quicker than expected?
What little or nothing about politics she knew was that it didn't end soon or end nicely. Something in her stomach twisted almost painfully. They had arrived, but she couldn't help thinking they shouldn't be there, not now. Nervousness had caused her to ignore even the unpleasant smell in the dungeons.
Again, that almost automatic feeling. Ermir had barely opened the door and Zareel almost stepped back before she remembered the orders which had led her there.
All her life it had been like this; that feeling that told her to run when she should run, strike when she should strike, obey when she should obey. It was how she had managed to remain alive.
The apprentice advanced silently and took one of the masks in her hands, stroking its surface and examining it carefully before even attempting to put it on.
The primal instinct that her race was said to depend on had been screaming for hours and she cursed herself for not having listened to it.
She had only covered her head and was struggling with the key when a familiar sound caught her attention followed by her master's voice.
"Zareel, I'm sorry, Apprentice, this isn't working out. It's time we talked about where you're going from here. Come to the courtyard; meet me with Lord Kain."
In a sudden movement, she ripped off her mask and walked swiftly to the door but when she heard the voices of the masters outside, she slowed down. Master Xiannar, he sounded concerned; you're not the only one, she wanted to tell him.
“Something isn't right here. I think we are very much in danger, Ermir. Tell me you felt that, just now. We need to proceed very carefully.”
That only comment increased her discomfort to the point of near nausea. Her heart pounded as she crossed the doorway and the words flooded into her mouth and Zareel had to focus fully to speak firmly and clearly. "Overseer Ermir, Master Xiannar, I am sorry but I must depart; I have been summoned by my master, Lord Catalyst, on matters of my future.” Her nervous gaze moved from one face to the other, lingering especially on Xiannar; perhaps his own concern would prove her forebodings right, perhaps they should all get out of there as quickly as possible… Perhaps her master was simply going to drop her, and that was the best-case scenario.
Though Zareel was not known for her optimism, she hoped she was just overthinking.
TAG: @Keres Dymos @skira @Loharr Talem @Kielor @Nacros_Telcontare @Darth Dreadwar @Voidwalker @Hadzuska_The Jester @Undying Master Xiannarr @Catalyst
Location: Leaving the Training Room, Korriban
She was unsure for how long she walked, her eyes were down only following the masters who were walking ahead and moved mostly by ear. Her head was elsewhere, somehow the whole situation seemed odd to her.
She turned on her heel to look around the banquet hall; she had innocently considered the possibility of seeing a familiar face among the gathered, perhaps even stealing something from a table if she happened to pass close to one. But no, no food near her hands and no gossip. Everyone had crowded towards the entrance, though it didn't look like anything horrendous was happening, at least not yet. A floor permanently free of bloodstains didn't seem too plausible.
Each footstep echoed in the apprentice's head as they descended further into the tunnels; only for a moment two silhouettes caught her attention - They're not stealing from me, so who cares? - However, it seemed to her that they must be part of those who were supposed to be at the banquet. What were they doing there? Was it all over far quicker than expected?
What little or nothing about politics she knew was that it didn't end soon or end nicely. Something in her stomach twisted almost painfully. They had arrived, but she couldn't help thinking they shouldn't be there, not now. Nervousness had caused her to ignore even the unpleasant smell in the dungeons.
Again, that almost automatic feeling. Ermir had barely opened the door and Zareel almost stepped back before she remembered the orders which had led her there.
All her life it had been like this; that feeling that told her to run when she should run, strike when she should strike, obey when she should obey. It was how she had managed to remain alive.
The apprentice advanced silently and took one of the masks in her hands, stroking its surface and examining it carefully before even attempting to put it on.
The primal instinct that her race was said to depend on had been screaming for hours and she cursed herself for not having listened to it.
She had only covered her head and was struggling with the key when a familiar sound caught her attention followed by her master's voice.
"Zareel, I'm sorry, Apprentice, this isn't working out. It's time we talked about where you're going from here. Come to the courtyard; meet me with Lord Kain."
In a sudden movement, she ripped off her mask and walked swiftly to the door but when she heard the voices of the masters outside, she slowed down. Master Xiannar, he sounded concerned; you're not the only one, she wanted to tell him.
“Something isn't right here. I think we are very much in danger, Ermir. Tell me you felt that, just now. We need to proceed very carefully.”
That only comment increased her discomfort to the point of near nausea. Her heart pounded as she crossed the doorway and the words flooded into her mouth and Zareel had to focus fully to speak firmly and clearly. "Overseer Ermir, Master Xiannar, I am sorry but I must depart; I have been summoned by my master, Lord Catalyst, on matters of my future.” Her nervous gaze moved from one face to the other, lingering especially on Xiannar; perhaps his own concern would prove her forebodings right, perhaps they should all get out of there as quickly as possible… Perhaps her master was simply going to drop her, and that was the best-case scenario.
Though Zareel was not known for her optimism, she hoped she was just overthinking.
TAG: @Keres Dymos @skira @Loharr Talem @Kielor @Nacros_Telcontare @Darth Dreadwar @Voidwalker @Hadzuska_The Jester @Undying Master Xiannarr @Catalyst