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  • Mad Hatter's tea party for the God of Death

    Posted by Raine Sarin on 10-01-2002 05:55 PM:
    Mad Hatter's tea party for the God of Death

    *A strange sight to see on the training grounds, indeed. On the edge of a forested area sat the Sith Lord, Raine Sarin sitting upon a rock that was relatively flat. Not that strange, perhaps, except for the fact that there was a black and red tea-set that had been placed upon a black velvet blanket that the Sith Lord sat on; one of the cups in his hand as he took another sip of the drink.
    The Zabrak sat perfectly still, except for his arms that moved to the small container of milk and then the one full of sugar cubes as he made himself another cup of tea. The long black coat he wore, draped over the sides of the rock slightly allowed one to somewhat see the darksabre hanging at his side as he seemed somewhat...peaceful.
    Though appearances are often known to be deceiving and anyone with any sort of force-sense would be able to feel the raging storm of darkness around the man. Who he was waiting for could not be told by the scene, however, Raine knew who he was expecting, had even prepared the other's favorite kind of tea. After all, the two men that were about to engage in combat were not mortal enemies, but brothers, and that made all the difference.*








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    Posted by Varlon Konrad on 10-01-2002 08:31 PM:

    Varlon had been keeping a wary eye and ear out for his brother has he walked down the path through the forest, expecting the more trained, and quicker Sith to utilize the trees as an ambush point. Out of the corner of his eye, the Sith Lord caught one of the strangest sights he had seen ever since becoming a Sith. There was his brother, in the middle of the forest which they had agreed upon to fight, … drinking tea. Var couldn't help but let out a deep sigh at his brother, one more of frustration than anything. "Raine," Varlon said quietly as he walked up to his brother, then glared him right in the eyes. "Just what in the blue hell do you think you're doing!?"









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    Posted by Raine Sarin on 10-03-2002 12:53 PM:

    "What does it look like I am doing? I am having tea, and was somewhat hoping you'd join me for a cup."

    *He smiled slightly, like usual however, it came off as a sadistic smirk. Still the Sith Lord did not move, made no move to attack, even if his brother was caught off guard. All these actions could led Varlon to wonder if his brother had truly lost his mind this time. Not that Raine hadn't already...*


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    Posted by Varlon Konrad on 10-07-2002 12:07 AM:

    Varlon's expression continued to sour as he listened to his brother, his right eyebrow now twitching, and a sweatdrop rolling down the left side of his face. "You... have... got... to... be... kidding... me..." He said slowly, obviously even further from amused than he had been moments ago.


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    Posted by Raine Sarin on 10-18-2002 09:58 PM:

    *A sly grin crossed the Sith Lord's face before he filled the cup across from him with the tea and then looked back to his brother.*

    "Oh no, Varlon. I am quite serious. I do wish you would be more so. Then again, if it is a fight you want so badly. Then you shall have it."

    *With a flick of a wrist, both tea cups and the pot were sent flying towards the other Sith Lord, stopping within a few feet of him and suddenly exploding. Sending scalding hot tea and shards of broken pottery flying towards Varlon. The sound of Raine's laughter filled the air as he leaped into a nearby tree and prepared for his attack, knowing that his first move would keep his brother occupied for a few moments.*


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    Posted by Varlon Konrad on 10-29-2002 09:10 PM:

    Dropping down to his knee and bringing up his arm to shield his face, Varlon was cut from the debris of the cup and teapot, and burned from their contents. Hissing somewhat in pain, the Sith Lord pulled free his twin darksabre from his belt and ignited the twin green blades, their dark cores blacker than night itself. You plotting *******… Varlon thought to himself as a powerful gusts of wind began blowing through the lightly forested area.


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    Posted by Raine Sarin on 11-13-2002 11:30 AM:

    "You think so unkindly of me, brother. As I told you, I wanted to enjoy a moment with you before it came to this. However, you would not have it that way, would you?"

    *The voice seemed to come from all directions making it almost impossible to pinpoint exactly where Raine was. Then, for Varlon there was suddenly a sharp pain in his back that sent him stumbling forward as Raine had dropped down quietly behind him and had sent a forceful kick to his brother's lower back. Raine spun his sabre in his hand slightly, having only one of the sides of the dual darksabre ignited. His stance was strange. Hard to tell if he was on the defense or the offense.*

    "So confusing. You wish to fight, and when I do, you get angry. Tsk tsk tsk.."
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