A Facade's Deception (For Emerald_Phoenix)

[Archangel99]

She gulps and hesitantly reaches out to the gun, picking it up and pressing it to her temple. With her eyes squeezed shut, she pulls the trigger.

She's not gonna do it. She's not gonna do it. She's not gonna- Oh there she goes. Roc thinks, smiling at the girl's courage.

 

[Emerald_Pheonix]

The glass of her mind shatters once more, as the same thing happens. However, this time, a female voice echoes out, her voice musical and relaxing.
"I am thou..."
Bare, delicate feet form above Brenna, a black rope anklet with a purple gem on it appearing on the left ankle.
"Thou art me..."
A beautiful green dress forms, with soft, pale hands flaring and waving about.
"I am Titania, Queen of Fairies. Let us bask in the beauty of nature, and preserve it."
Blonde hair falls, thin, crystal-like wings sprouting from the being's back, fluttering as gorgeous, sky blue eyes gaze around with joy and mirth, before she fades away.

 

[Archangel99]

"Woah. She's cute..." He hears Roc mutter, earning another look from Kalidor. "Well, now that you've got your Personas... Let me explain how they work." Kalidor says.
[Up to you again. ]

 

[Emerald_Pheonix]

"Your Personas are reflections of yourselves. They are both your strength and your weakness. Each Persona will gift you with an affinity to a certain type of skill, along with one or two weaknesses. Now, there are the following types of attacks:

• Pierce, which involves spears and bullets.
• Strike, which is blunt weapons.
• Slash, which are blades and sabers.
• Fire.
• Ice
• Electricity
• Wind
• Light & Dark, which are instant knock out attacks that have a set chance of succeeding depending on the move.
• And Almighty, which no one is resistant or weak to.

It is up to you to determine your Persona's strengths and abilities."

 

[Archangel99]

"Wait. How do WE determine our Persona's powers? They already have their own weapons and stuff, right?" Roc asks, raising an eyebrow.

 

[Emerald_Pheonix]

"As they have said. You are them, and they are you." Master Kalidor states mysteriously, before turning "We will be heading back to the academy now. Rest well, young padawans." And with that, he leaves.

 

[Archangel99]

"Uh... That... Made no sense whatsoever. Then again, neither do the Jedi." Roc says, shrugging, which earns a snort from Brenna. "Sooo... Hanuman, Shiva, and Titania. We got a weird bunch of Personas here. Oh, and, anybody else think Master Kalidor hates my guts but can't openly show it?" Roc asks.

Brenna nods. "Yep. That's for sure. I've seen the way he looks at you. Like you're a pest he can't kill or something..." She murmurs, looking shrewdly at Roc. Then, Roc looks at Tyroc with a raised eyebrow. "Well? What do you think?" He asks.

 

[Emerald_Pheonix]

Tyroc waits, listening, hearing a door close before starting "I think he is acting unprofessional, and even though he is still teaching you, he is not putting aside his emotions correctly. We should be sure to alert one of the higher ups about his behaviour." He states, before blinking "Wait, where's-" He turns, only to see the other human on the floor, unconscious "... Must have a weak heart."

 

[Archangel99]

"Well... He wouldn't exactly be acting unprofessionally if he thought Mr. Roc here was going to go Dark." Brenna murmurs, chewing the corner of her lip.
"Oh great. Not this bullshit again. I swear, ever since that stupid Maul became a Sith, everyone's been looking at me funny! There was once a Jedi Zabrak Battlemaster too! Nobody ever said anything about him going Dark!" Roc whines.
"But then again, Master Kao Can Darach had been dedicated to serving the Order for a very long time. Not to mention your weird tattoos aren't exactly helping your image. Maul was Dathomiri too..." Brenna says.
"Wow. You're actually serious about this. Hah. Should have figured. Just my bloody luck I was born Dathomiri!" He growls, bristling.
"Roc, calm down. I wasn't insulting you. I was just offering possible theories as to why people don't like you." She says comfortingly.
"Oh, so you're saying you like me?" He says sarcastically, an eyebrow raised.
"Well, you're fine by me." She says, smiling. Roc calms down a little at that before glancing at Tyroc.

 

[Emerald_Pheonix]

Tyroc was watching the exchange, before he walks up to Brenna, lightly smacking her on the back of the head "Perhaps next time, state that you're offering a theory before you actually start talking about it, so people are not offended by your actions." He states, before looking at Roc, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder "And regardless of your race or tattoos, I believe you are a good person. Master Kalindor should not assume anything, and with how he is acting, he is more likely to push you towards the path of the Sith, rather than steer you away from it."

 

[Archangel99]

Roc's eyes meet his, and he places a hand on his shoulder. "Thank you, Tyroc. That means a lot..." He murmurs, then turns to Brenna before smacking her on the head. "What he said!" He says with a grin.
Brenna narrows her eyes at Roc. "Ohhh just you wait, mister... I'm going to prank you so hard..." She mutters.
"Heh. I look forward to it!" He says, locking his arm around her head and pulling it down to give her head a knuckle dusting.
Brenna squeals and tries to wriggle away, before she punches Roc in his uninjured side, and he lets her go with an explosive laugh.

 

[Emerald_Pheonix]

Tyroc chuckles, watching them and smiling. Now this was going to be a good friendship. He pulled out his crystal once more, looking at it before shaking his head. Right now, it was time to relax and hang out with his new friends, and perhaps future partners.

 

[Archangel99]

"Oookay. I'm going to sleep! Later, kids!" He says, waving as he exits the room.
"I swear, that guy is absolutely– Oh wait. I already said that..." She mutters, rubbing her aching head.

The moment he's out of the room, a wave of black rage boils up from his stomach, making him wince, his breathing getting a bit heavier. He forces it down, and shakes his head, walking to his room. He enters the sparsely furnished cabin, and kicks his boots off, his clothes following into a pile on a nearby chair, and flops down onto the bed, naked as the day he was born, to take a nap.

 

[Emerald_Pheonix]

And as it turns out, Tyroc had to share a bed with him. He enters the room, silently closing the door behind him, before turning around and freezing, seeing that naked form. He blushes, then creeps over to his bed, gently taking off his shirt, boots and socks, setting them down neatly before lying, facing away from Roc. He hoped the other would not be angry... but he looked so handsome.

 

[Archangel99]

[Er... I thought we were all sleeping in separate rooms, but okay. XD]

Feeling the bed shift under some weight, Roc sits up a little and turns his head. Oh. It was just Tyroc. He flops back down into his pillow. Wait. He was naked. Awkward. His lips curl into an "I dun goofed" face as he lies there, wishing he hadn't thrown his clothes off.

 

[Emerald_Pheonix]

((Figured it was a 'boys room' and 'girls room' set up.))
Tyroc bites his bottom lip, before sighing "I did not look for too long, if you are worried about that." The Cathar states, not glancing back at the other male "And I will not mind if you prefer to sleep that way."

 

[Archangel99]

"Eh. It's not that. I'm just worried I'm making you feel a little uncomfortable..." He mutters. "And two guys normally don't sleep in the same bed. Especially if one of them is butt naked." He says, a chuckle vibrating through the bed.

 

[Emerald_Pheonix]

Tyroc manages a small smile, before shaking his head "Honestly, it is fine. I tend to sleep rather still, but if you're a tosser and turner, expect to be kicked out of the bed. Unintentionally, of course." He laughs softly, smiling.

 

[Archangel99]

"Yeah yeah. I'm tosser and turner alright. And if anyone's getting kicked out of the bed, it's you!" He says, swinging a foot back to kick him playfully.

 

[Emerald_Pheonix]

It's grabbed and he's suddenly sent rolling out of the bed, the Cathar chuckling as he shifted onto his back, hands behind his head.

 

[Archangel99]

There's a loud thud and a grunt as Roc's body hits the floor. "Okay. That's it!" He yells, jumping up and onto Tyroc, grabbing him in a reverse headlock, laughing as the Cathar tries to wriggle out of his grip.

 

[Emerald_Pheonix]

Tyroc gasps in surprise, struggling before smirking and suddenly using his feet to launch himself up, intent on startling Roc before reversing their positions, having a much firmer grip.

 

[Archangel99]

Roc is caught by surprise, and finds himself in the Cathar's grip. But, it doesn't last long. He pushes off the ground, using the Force to get even higher, and twists in the air, landing on his back and crushing all the air out of Tyroc's lungs. Then, he rolls out of his weakned grip and looks down at him. "Rule number one of fighting... If it's a big guy, don't get in too close." He says, grinning and knocking on the side of his head before clambering back into bed.

 

[Emerald_Pheonix]

Tyroc takes a moment to regain his breath, before smiling. He himself gets into bed as well, before closing his eyes, sighing, drifting off rather easily into the sleep.

 

[Archangel99]

His dreams are filled with happy thoughts. Roc, smiling and waving at him as he sits next to Brenna, both of them laughing at some joke or the other. They seem to be on a beautiful temperate grassland, with trees and a stream running through the clearing. The air is filled with the sounds of laughter and a few yelps as Roc and Brenna playfully punch at each other, the chirping of the birds in the trees, and the peaceful rushing of the water. His Persona is there too, sitting up in a tree branch and munching on a mango. Hanuman waves at him before hopping down and walking towards him to shake his hand, smiling.

Roc, however, isn't so lucky. His dreams are dark and twisted. Malgus appears once more, promising power beyond his wildest dreams. He sees Tyroc and Brenna sneering at him whenever he turns away, and plastering fake smiles on ther faces when he turns to them again. "Come, Zar'roc. Come to the Dark Side. Its power awaits! Look at your "friends", if that's what you can call them! See how they mock you behind your back!" Malgus says, his eyes full of fire. "And the Jedi? They hate you! Look at them! They're laughing! And you know what they're laughing at!? You!" He growls, pointing at Roc. "Shut up Malgus. Get out of my head!" Roc yells back. "Why? Because I'm the only one who speaks the truth? Because I'm the only one who doesn't lie to your fucking face!? Huh!?" He yells back. "No, because you died a long time ago, and a ghost has no place in this world!" Roc yells, his hands balled into fists. Malgus narrows his eyes at him and stalks forward. "Fine. I may be a ghost of a long dead Sith Lord... But that doesn't change the fact that you... Are not cut out to be a Jedi. That black rage you felt? That is the Sith in you crying out for release! Unleash your fury on them! Burn them to ashes with your power!" He says, his eyes maniacal. "No! I won't do it!" Roc yells. His rage bubbles to the surface, and he lets loose a bopt of lightning at Malgus, striking him in the chest and sending him flying back. He gasps in horror at what he just did, and his eyes go wide. An evil chuckle fills the room as Malgus stands. "You see? Your power is dormant. These foolish Jedi do not know how to unlock it's true potential. But you... You I will see another time." He says, chuckling evilly as the dream fades into blackness.

 

[Emerald_Pheonix]

"Roc... roc..." A familiar voice whispers, growing louder and louder "ROC!" Tyroc exclaims, shaking the other awake, frowning "Roc, are you alright? You were writhing in your sleep!" he exclaims, helping the other sit up, holding his shoulder comfortingly.

((Bed time, g'night!))

 

[Archangel99]

Roc jerks awake, and looks at Tyroc with wild eyes for a minute, panting. "No... No I'm not okay..." He mutters, rolling out of the bed and going to the chair, quickly getting dressed before almost running out of the room.
[See ya!]

 

[Emerald_Pheonix]

Tyroc throws on his shirt and follows, chasing after him. He doesn't call after him, not wanting to wake up the others. They weren't at their destination yet, so people were sure to be sleeping. But where was Roc going?

 

[Archangel99]

Staying on his heels, Tyroc follows Roc all the way to the communications room, where he suddenly turns and glares at him. "Out. I need to speak with my master." He growls.

This damn guy... Why was he following him? He needed peace! And that dream... He shakes his head. Something was wrong, and he'd get to the bottom of it. But first, he had to contact his master...

[Going to sleep.]

 

[Emerald_Pheonix]

Tyroc starts, but bows his head and leaves. The door closes behind him, but he leans against the doorway, eyes closed in thought. What could Roc have seen that would cause him such distress? He frowns, then turns and walks away, heading back to their room. He slips on his socks and boots, fixing up his shirt before looking out the window. They were pretty close to the academy now, but it would still be some time before they arrived.