Kytana Montrose (notdarthrevan) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-01-18 03:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, !plot, kytana montrose |
Who: Kytana and anyone else who wants to tag in
Where: In front of the Spire
What: Location location location
When: After this.
Rating: TBD
Open: YUS
Status: Ongoing
Kytana wasn't new to touching the force on strange worlds. She wasn't new to feeling the dark and the light collide, even as it did in this place. Where it seemed to mix and mash and feather together. It was almost as if this place was one big gray area in the force. Where nothing seemed quite right. Hadn't the Unknown world been like that? Wasn't she, herself, like that? There was an attempt to right that, to fix things. Yet it always felt like she was trying to redeem herself. To right the wrongs she had committed while she hand been Dark Lord Revan. But this was more than that, while it wasn't quite saving the galaxy from her former protege, it was still saving countless lives. Mothers, sisters, lovers, men, children. She couldn't count the lives intermingled in the force because the darkforce that seemed to tighten around things and make them unseen. Yet with all that Kytana managed to clear her mind and be one with the force, even with as strange as it was. Sitting crosslegged in one of the many Jedi Robes that had found way in her closet, the morning after she'd arrived, the outer robe left behind twin sabers clipped to her belt. With strapped boots that wrapped around her calves. She'd tied her hair up in a loose bun to keep it out of the way. She could recall Carth saying he hated her hair like that. That it reminded him of an old school marmy teacher. She wrapped herself in the force, allowed it to flow and ebb. Levitating anything loose around her, rocks, sticks, books. Once she was in depth enough even she rose inches off of the ground. She felt the power within herself, the power of this place, and it lacked the temptation that it might have held at one time. She simply acknowledged that it was there and that was all. |