05-28-2018, 03:57 AM
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SOMEBODY SHOWED YOU ALL OF THE HORROR-
YOU WEREN'T BORN WITH IT!
[W]iskerSOMEBODY SHOWED YOU ALL OF THE HORROR-
YOU WEREN'T BORN WITH IT!
[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"] Argus was aware of those who used the 'force' often. Mostly with her ties with anakin. Although the two never became friends, they had gotten along well enough for her to take note of his fighting styles, his meditations. She has recently come to sighting his ghost too. Where it was not her place to set him on track- pave his way to moving on from this plane, she had always wondered if it was the 'force' that kept him grounded on earth. If it was a careful little trap that the lion was locked in.
That is not to say she didn't know lessa either. The pine mortem was a friendly face, but too... peaceful. She had not gotten the same sense of force from her as she did the skywalker head. But maybe it was all about how she hid it well enough. After all, the beast had hid such resolute revenge and madness till the very end. She would not be surprised if others could too hide something behind their clever facades.
She could however, tell the tough of divinity within the shadow of the sandcat. This had little to do with the way they walked, or the manner in which they spoke. It was another ping in her radar. A sense deeper. The shinigami part of herself, buried deep breathed in and out and oh, you feel familiar. Because her type of divinity was just a touch of it's former glory. She was still a messenger, a guide to which carry off the souls of the dead.
She has seen mortals carry around the tittle god and watched them all fall down. And yes, there was the rare ability that divinity could die- could be consumed. In classifications she was more one of those than she ever would regain the reaper title. A soul eater. The bigger part of herself, just under her skin cooled at the sight. And outwardly she cocked her head as she stopped short of revealing herself.
She had to give herself a moment. To ground herself, to breathe. And as she stepped closer towards the small feline the officer angled her head to eye level of the feline. " Somth'n I can help you with, stranger?"
That is not to say she didn't know lessa either. The pine mortem was a friendly face, but too... peaceful. She had not gotten the same sense of force from her as she did the skywalker head. But maybe it was all about how she hid it well enough. After all, the beast had hid such resolute revenge and madness till the very end. She would not be surprised if others could too hide something behind their clever facades.
She could however, tell the tough of divinity within the shadow of the sandcat. This had little to do with the way they walked, or the manner in which they spoke. It was another ping in her radar. A sense deeper. The shinigami part of herself, buried deep breathed in and out and oh, you feel familiar. Because her type of divinity was just a touch of it's former glory. She was still a messenger, a guide to which carry off the souls of the dead.
She has seen mortals carry around the tittle god and watched them all fall down. And yes, there was the rare ability that divinity could die- could be consumed. In classifications she was more one of those than she ever would regain the reaper title. A soul eater. The bigger part of herself, just under her skin cooled at the sight. And outwardly she cocked her head as she stopped short of revealing herself.
She had to give herself a moment. To ground herself, to breathe. And as she stepped closer towards the small feline the officer angled her head to eye level of the feline. " Somth'n I can help you with, stranger?"