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Remember those warm fuzzies you was talking about. Yeah, I'm feeling the opposite of that right now.
Ouch, my heart-meat lol.
Everyone! Guys, guys did you see? Sep liked my post. This means I'm better than all of you. SUCK IT!
Nah, seriously though. Thank you lol.
Nah, seriously though. Thank you lol.
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The very idea that his life had added up to one, singular, destructive moment was unbelievable. It was both too far out a possibility and outright ludicrous to ever believe but admittedly, and he hated himself for considering this during his manic plight, if anyone could have done it: it was Anakin Skywalker. War Hero of the Jedi and Republic. The rumored. No, whispered 'Chosen One', for whatever that was worth.
He could hear himself loudly, though he was sure it was just the mutterings of a broken mind accompanied by blaster fire and roaring flames. A chill took hold him, a raging and cold thing of unknown origin. "Forgive me- Please forgive m-me. Master Fadi, Master Yoda, Dai Dai, Rovesta'ka... I'm sorry for r-running! I'm sorry for b-being such a... such a coward!"
In his flight from the temple he stumbled upon the corpses of several Younglings and Knights, Jedi willing to lay their lives down for the good of all. For the Republic and the Light Side of The Force. In those morbid encounters, Ashurah found no such allegiance in himself. Every single time he thought of fighting, he could feel the weight of Anakin's unnerving strength bearing on him. The ominous, almost drowning pressure that he exerted. It ushered him further and further away from everything he knew, everything he appreciated, everything he once stood for...
But it kept him alive and he felt, that though he'd hate it and himself eventually, it would continue to do so for a long time to come.
Finally, when sensations and pure, irrational, instincts had begun to fade; the pain rushed in. The blurry, red vision in his left eye became starkly apparent. An inferno of needles rose his arms and onto his face; sliding deep into muscle and nerves. It crumpled him inward, sent him into a mind-numbing shock. He hadn't noticed it before but he no longer heard blaster fire, now it was just the sound of his heartbeat fading in his ears. Then darkness.
Then a flash of light, the opening of his eye, and... voices? A little girl's voice, worried. A old man's panicked, upset ramblings. A mature woman's voice, commanding yet urgent. She asked for several med-pacs. No, she yelled for all of them.
Mind shattered or not, he could feel her intent through The Force, which was leaden with pain, confusion, strife, and anger for the most part. However, through her small bubble, he could sense her humanity; her intent to save no matter the cost. Though it hurt to speak, like skin ripping at the seams; Ahsurah managed a choked, "'Ank you" before falling unconscious again.
He could hear himself loudly, though he was sure it was just the mutterings of a broken mind accompanied by blaster fire and roaring flames. A chill took hold him, a raging and cold thing of unknown origin. "Forgive me- Please forgive m-me. Master Fadi, Master Yoda, Dai Dai, Rovesta'ka... I'm sorry for r-running! I'm sorry for b-being such a... such a coward!"
In his flight from the temple he stumbled upon the corpses of several Younglings and Knights, Jedi willing to lay their lives down for the good of all. For the Republic and the Light Side of The Force. In those morbid encounters, Ashurah found no such allegiance in himself. Every single time he thought of fighting, he could feel the weight of Anakin's unnerving strength bearing on him. The ominous, almost drowning pressure that he exerted. It ushered him further and further away from everything he knew, everything he appreciated, everything he once stood for...
But it kept him alive and he felt, that though he'd hate it and himself eventually, it would continue to do so for a long time to come.
Finally, when sensations and pure, irrational, instincts had begun to fade; the pain rushed in. The blurry, red vision in his left eye became starkly apparent. An inferno of needles rose his arms and onto his face; sliding deep into muscle and nerves. It crumpled him inward, sent him into a mind-numbing shock. He hadn't noticed it before but he no longer heard blaster fire, now it was just the sound of his heartbeat fading in his ears. Then darkness.
Then a flash of light, the opening of his eye, and... voices? A little girl's voice, worried. A old man's panicked, upset ramblings. A mature woman's voice, commanding yet urgent. She asked for several med-pacs. No, she yelled for all of them.
Mind shattered or not, he could feel her intent through The Force, which was leaden with pain, confusion, strife, and anger for the most part. However, through her small bubble, he could sense her humanity; her intent to save no matter the cost. Though it hurt to speak, like skin ripping at the seams; Ahsurah managed a choked, "'Ank you" before falling unconscious again.
@Odin Sep's just joking with you bro. It was horrible. I hated it. 1/10.
Nah it looks freaking amazing, I can't wait to read it.
Nah it looks freaking amazing, I can't wait to read it.
YEESH! Gonna get a post out before today's over with. Probably won't be as thicc as all of yours but it'll be out there.
@Odin Forgive the tardiness. My schedule has me mostly active in the morning, taking naps and sleeping mid-afternoon than getting up late at night. If ya still up, I'm here and ready to plan some postsssss.
@Sep Just want to say that your video did its job. I'm totally hype now lol.
Phantasm stood stoically, a bit off to the side of the others. There was no real reason why, besides it was just his own personal circumstance. He hardly took note of it but it was something he often did. As he stood, looking through the UI of his mask; a clear albeit blue-tinted screen, Phantasm was beginning to feel nerves. Outwardly, he gripped the side his hand was casually placed on a bit tighter than usual.
It was good his mask was hiding his features.
'Control yourself... I can't tell if I'm excited or... scared.'
He glanced at the others, remembering the slight prod that Lou Fu had shot him at the classroom. Soon he'd know the heartbreaking truth, that as much as the others had failed; he had threw his match at the festival. He hadn't given the boy a response back then cause his actions would speak louder.
Phantasm tilted his head a bit and answered brusquely, "No sir!"
It was good his mask was hiding his features.
'Control yourself... I can't tell if I'm excited or... scared.'
He glanced at the others, remembering the slight prod that Lou Fu had shot him at the classroom. Soon he'd know the heartbreaking truth, that as much as the others had failed; he had threw his match at the festival. He hadn't given the boy a response back then cause his actions would speak louder.
Phantasm tilted his head a bit and answered brusquely, "No sir!"
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