[It is impossible to escape the crowd. Visas does not like crowds; has not been at ease in them since that fateful day on Katarr. She has endured it for the sake of her master and the Exile, but to be surrounded by the chaos and the chatter and the blinding flashes and rays of light in her vision--
--but this is worse. There is noise in her ears and chaos to the touch and people busily hustle around, but there is no life to it. It is like when her master showed her all the life in the Galaxy, meaningless and empty, but this time it is right in front of her and it is real. The laughing children are no more luminous than the beanbags that they toss to and fro on the cornhole boards.
Where is she? What is this false place? She is tempted to take her lightsaber from her belt and plunge it into the ground, to cut it away and discover what it is underneath, but... no. No. There must be another way.
She reaches out and grabs a random local, an adult male, seizing two handfuls of his short-sleeved shirt and pulling him close. There is still no light behind the outline of his flesh.]
Tell me where I am! Tell me what you are! I must know.
[The man, or rather the man-shaped thing she holds, struggles and babbles something about the summer solstice, entreating calm, demanding to be let go. But his answers do not explain enough for her to do so.]
Boat tour
[The idea of stepping aboard a primitive vessel, physically propelled through the waters, would normally be unappealing. But it is better than the town and its false people, interspersed with the points of light that are the "Chosen." The term is not reassuring.
There will be life in the ocean, she is sure... but as the boat proceeds away from land, her face downturned towards the churning waves, she sees nothing. Oh, there are shapes of fish, mammals on occasion, floating kelp. But it is dull and gray, just like the townspeople.
She looks up towards the horizon, and her frown deepens. She looks around until she finds another Chosen and approaches.]
You. You have eyes of flesh... did you see something strange out there?
Spire
[The locals are chattering excitedly all around her, waving their hands in the changing light and pointing at the buildings, the ground, as it changes.
It doesn't mean that much to Visas. She can look up at the spire and see that the building is refracting light, breaking it into the different parts of the spectrum--it is energy, wavelength. Instinctively, she moves towards the places where red light is being thrown. So many people see red as threatening, heat, malice. Foolish. Red is sedate. Red stars are cooler than the brightly burning and short-lived blue ones. Red is peaceful.
But when the sun reaches its zenith, she finds that her gaze is fixed on the spire and she cannot pull it away.
She grips her head, her fingers digging into her veil.]
What... is this? What... [Her voice trails off as the light grows brighter. She can feel that there is something more. Something on the edge of comprehension.] I cannot see....
[ooc: Please check out Visas' permissions post for her Force sight! By default I will be playing her as unable to immediately perceive other characters' morality because her sense has been damaged but it would help me if you filled it out. :) ]
Visas Marr | Knights of the Old Republic II
[It is impossible to escape the crowd. Visas does not like crowds; has not been at ease in them since that fateful day on Katarr. She has endured it for the sake of her master and the Exile, but to be surrounded by the chaos and the chatter and the blinding flashes and rays of light in her vision--
--but this is worse. There is noise in her ears and chaos to the touch and people busily hustle around, but there is no life to it. It is like when her master showed her all the life in the Galaxy, meaningless and empty, but this time it is right in front of her and it is real. The laughing children are no more luminous than the beanbags that they toss to and fro on the cornhole boards.
Where is she? What is this false place? She is tempted to take her lightsaber from her belt and plunge it into the ground, to cut it away and discover what it is underneath, but... no. No. There must be another way.
She reaches out and grabs a random local, an adult male, seizing two handfuls of his short-sleeved shirt and pulling him close. There is still no light behind the outline of his flesh.]
Tell me where I am! Tell me what you are! I must know.
[The man, or rather the man-shaped thing she holds, struggles and babbles something about the summer solstice, entreating calm, demanding to be let go. But his answers do not explain enough for her to do so.]
Boat tour
[The idea of stepping aboard a primitive vessel, physically propelled through the waters, would normally be unappealing. But it is better than the town and its false people, interspersed with the points of light that are the "Chosen." The term is not reassuring.
There will be life in the ocean, she is sure... but as the boat proceeds away from land, her face downturned towards the churning waves, she sees nothing. Oh, there are shapes of fish, mammals on occasion, floating kelp. But it is dull and gray, just like the townspeople.
She looks up towards the horizon, and her frown deepens. She looks around until she finds another Chosen and approaches.]
You. You have eyes of flesh... did you see something strange out there?
Spire
[The locals are chattering excitedly all around her, waving their hands in the changing light and pointing at the buildings, the ground, as it changes.
It doesn't mean that much to Visas. She can look up at the spire and see that the building is refracting light, breaking it into the different parts of the spectrum--it is energy, wavelength. Instinctively, she moves towards the places where red light is being thrown. So many people see red as threatening, heat, malice. Foolish. Red is sedate. Red stars are cooler than the brightly burning and short-lived blue ones. Red is peaceful.
But when the sun reaches its zenith, she finds that her gaze is fixed on the spire and she cannot pull it away.
She grips her head, her fingers digging into her veil.]
What... is this? What... [Her voice trails off as the light grows brighter. She can feel that there is something more. Something on the edge of comprehension.] I cannot see....
[ooc: Please check out Visas' permissions post for her Force sight! By default I will be playing her as unable to immediately perceive other characters' morality because her sense has been damaged but it would help me if you filled it out. :) ]