GHOST TOWN && "seance", weekly task.

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[div style="text-align: justify;"]There were warning signs to Anakin’s arrival. Dust kicking up and the air becoming warm. Anakin’s presence was a delightful sun, coming to cheer you on. Such a presence had once been vital on the battlefield, but now it wasn’t much of anything. Anakin wasn't quite allowed to mess with mortal issues. Not unless they were world ending, and even then, the most he was suppose to do was lightning strike and boom the word of God from his maw. He was a large contender on the battlefield, always had been.

He remembered- he remembered Vader slicing through people and Vader holding a poor soul's neck in those grotesque, awful hands. Crushing bones and cracking ribs under his boots.

May as well do his thing. He was a light-hearted guy now, right?

Dust started swirlingand his form materialized behind Onision, his cloudy form grey and neutral- he raised his arms, claws out and ready to attack her. His body glowed, fully revealing his self, making a show of himself by lighting up the room, trying to surprise them. "BOO!" Blue jedi robes conformed to Anakin's body, layering over his form and white, pupiless eyes looking at the lot of them. Maybe there was a hint of annoyance in his gaze, but there was a restrained, calm look about him, too. 

If this worked or not, Anakin would lean back, laughing and chuckling. He straightened back up, walking around to the front of them, possibly through someone. "Speak ill of the dead and they will hear..." He warmed, face suddenly turning serious.

"If you wanted to see me, you should have gone to the Starpool. What do you want?"

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