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Post by Aldric Cibre on Apr 18, 2015 9:32:28 GMT -8
Morgan Neema & Adalia Edana
A few weeks had passed now since Morgan Neema had quite literally fallen into his life. One Window, a few cases, a dreadfully dull Life Day Celebration, and a few weeks of Aldric teaching Morgan about the world she found herself in later, they were out walking on a colder day. Morgan having been from Dathomir had been quite removed from the kind of society that she now found herself in, and as such she required quite a bit of training. Aldric was rather surprised how intelligent she was, the fact that she didn't seem to be so distracted by things that seemed to waste so much of everyone else's time being one of the main factors that he was sure attributed to it. No doubt it was because of her life on Dathomir that certain things in this world didn't appeal to her as it did to anyone else. Despite this though she still needed to be taught a considerable amount of things in regards to how things worked in this world. She had made it through her first shopping trip alright, and he had given her a share of the credits earned when he solved any number of cases that she aided in. His own share of credits usually went toward things that they mutually needed, like food or the bills for the apartment's rent (though he kept a portion of her credits for that as well since she was calling it home now) but he still had enough credits saved up now and again to allow him to pick up a few new pieces of science equipment or books that he needed to further his research. Currently they were walking through a small botanical garden (natural gardens being an impossibility on Coruscant) Aldric's coat and scarf done up with his hands in his pockets while he continued to walk over the sidewalks of the public garden. Morgan followed behind for a moment before he finally stopped. "Ahh! That's what I need." He announced as he stopped, glanced back and forth before kneeling down in the brush and carefully clipped a couple of mushrooms from the ground before dropping them into a small plastic bag. The plastic bag then went into his side bag and he removed his plastic gloves in favor of his black leather ones. He glanced back to Morgan, slightly pleased with himself that he had found the mushrooms in all of this before he was continuing on out of the garden now, expecting her to follow as they continued the rest of the miniature tour designed to allow her to ask whatever questions she might have about life on Coruscant; which he usually answered with blunt honesty.
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Post by Morgan Neema on May 13, 2015 18:03:51 GMT -8
Coruscant was, to same the least, different than what Morgan was used to. Over the last few weeks since her arrival, she had found herself adapting at a surprisingly quick speed to her new surroundings. It was probably in part to the man now filling up most of her life. She wasn't used to men being equal, the Nightbrothers of Dathomir usually inferior to the Sisters, but perhaps that had been one of the reasons Morgan had never felt very attracted to them. Aldric had a strength of character Morgan could admire, though he was also very irritating. Still, he was kind enough to let her stay in his apartment. They found they made a good team when it came to mystery solving, and Aldric had invited her to work with him full time. Now they often spent their days together, disagreeing over certain things but overall finding each other's company (mostly) pleasant.
Still, Morgan would have to be lying if she said he didn't infuriate her sometimes. He was so arrogant, and often went about his business just expecting her to tag along like a pet Rancor. Morgan was not yet familiar enough with the city-planet to go about on her own--she had tried it once, and had almost ended up killing several people. It hadn't been so bad at first, but she was starting to realize how much she was relying on the man to help her. Her lack of independence bothered her, and she had decided to do something to try and rectify the situation.
It was a cold day as the two wandered through a botanical garden. It was the closest thing to Dathomir here, and was nothing like it. Still, the fresh scent of plants and trees relaxed the witch. She was in her element. She recognized the majority of the plants here, and as Aldric ran to and fro collecting plants he wanted, it didn't occur to the exile whether it may not be legal to do that...
"Ahh! That's what I need." Aldric's almost childish exclamation of glee snapped her out of her wayward thoughts, and she turned slowly to look at him as he knelt down to collect a piece of it. She nodded approvingly, recognizing the plant and recalling the usefulness of its properties. She no longer needed to use the wilds to survive, and as such was not following her companion's example of collecting, but she still peered around curiously. Icy wind blew over the garden, whipping the bottom of her dark coat around, hair streaming back and bringing a faint pink color to her cheeks from the cold. Morgan reached up, trying to gather her hair and keep it out of her face. In the process, she turned to a point and her eyes fell on an interesting plant nearby. She had never seen that before.
Ignoring Aldric as he moved on, she knelt down to examine the leaves the the shape. It was unusual, that was for sure. Purplish color, with spotted, large leaves. And the smell was the most peculiar. She was so engrossed in her study, she was unaware of Aldric disappearing out of sight, nor of the other figure silently creeping up behind her...
Until the felt the edge of something sharp up against her back.
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Post by Aldric Cibre on May 13, 2015 18:15:26 GMT -8
By the time he had stood and glanced backwards to where Morgan had previously been following closely behind him, he realized she was gone. He glanced around for a few seconds, eyebrows ruffled for a moment as he looked to where she had gone away to. The Garden was large, and one could easily get lost there, and that was something he would rather not have happen. If she ever found her way back to the apartment he wouldn't be able to sleep for a week at the least without threat of a dagger being stuck in him. Sighing lightly at her disappearance he began peering around until finally he spotted her elsewhere, looking at a plant in another area of the garden. Remembering her location he nodded to himself and decided to wander off again to gather a few more items he needed for the upcoming experiment he had planned for himself.
If she was so enthralled by it, he might even grab a few things at a near by shop and leave her a while more. For the time being though he let her be as he disappeared out of sight. If he needed to he could always buzz the comlink she had given her. She didn't know how to use it yet, but that was fine; All he had to do was activate the tracer, or send a message as to where he had gone to.
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Adalia Edana
Outlaw 
She will pay for what she has done to me.
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Post by Adalia Edana on May 13, 2015 18:42:23 GMT -8
It had taken her several weeks since she had come through the portal that was made specifically for her by the rest of the Nightsisters and Mother Talzin. Adalia had worked tirelessly through day and night, facing off with a Jedi protector of this world, meeting with an eccentric traveler, making her own camp in the depths of this metal world, and most importantly tracking her prey. Morgan Neema had vanished from their time, and still owed the nightsisters for her betrayal. Adalia; who probably took it a little more personally then needed, was the one who sent to deal with Morgan. She didn't care though, and neither did the Nightsisters. As long as Morgan paid for it, they didn't care how it happened.
Adalia tracked her prey on this day; having finally found her after all this time, and had stayed in her shadow all day long. She had picked up another male, and being as this world's standards for men was different then those of Dathomir, there was no way for Adalia to gauge the man. Was he picking these plants for Morgan as her slave? Or was she following him? Adalia wasn't sure, and she hadn't been able to gather the information throughout the day. She couldn't risk attacking them both though. What if he was like those Jedi? Or some other warrior? Adalia didn't like two against one odds unless they were in her favor, and her teaching as a huntress taught her that the best way to take your prey, was when they were weak and away from their herd. In this case, it seemed that was what Morgan was doing; creating a herd or pack to keep her safe.
Pathetic.
Adalia believed she would have to watch her all day to get her chance. Until the tall dark man disappeared somewhere else and left Morgan unprotected. She watched him for a moment, but when he was gone and well out of sight... she took her chance and made her move before she lost it and regretted it.
Stealthily she crept up on Morgan, and when she stood, her arm went around her neck and the knife dug into the small of Morgan's back. "I was beginning to wonder if we would ever meet again." She hissed into Morgan's ear, twisting the blade a little. "Shall we take this where we will not be interrupted?" She added, making it clear though that Morgan had no choice in the matter.
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Post by Morgan Neema on May 13, 2015 19:01:23 GMT -8
Morgan's first instinct was to stiffen, but she managed to keep herself from moving as the knife dug into her back. The only thing between the sharp blade and her was her thick coat, and she was in no hurry to feel the knife's edge breaking through her skin. And arm wrapped around her neck, and a familiar voice hissed into the witch's ear.
"I was beginning to wonder if we would ever meet again."
"Adalia," she said, her voice carefully calm and betraying none of the sudden shock or terror quickly sinking its claws into her. "'Tis... quite a surprise to run into you." Her heart-rate was increasing. She knew what the huntress was capable of, but this was the first time Adalia had ever managed to catch her with her guard down. She hadn't know she had been followed. No, no, no, this wasn't good at all. She thought she was free of them, finally able to get some peace. Morgan took a deep breath, trying to calm down, but it wasn't working.
"Shall we take this where we will not be interrupted?"
The knife dug harder, twisting in the other woman's grip, easily pushing through the leather of Morgan's coat and shirt and cutting into her back. It wasn't anything too deep, but Morgan knew Adalia wouldn't bat an eyelash at the idea to press just a little harder to let the weapon slide between her ribs.
Still, it couldn't hurt to try. "'Tis rather pleasant in this garden, is it not?" Morgan said in a weak attempt to back out of it. Adalia would have none of it, though, and Morgan had no choice to go where she was led to, moving awkwardly in an attempt to keep up with the knife. No one was really around to pay attention, aside from a couple looking at some flowers nearby who were too engrossed in their conversation to notice the dangerous woman only a few yards away.
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Adalia Edana
Outlaw
She will pay for what she has done to me.
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Post by Adalia Edana on May 13, 2015 19:47:22 GMT -8
Adalia didn't really give Morgan a chance to reply to her question before she was beginning to steer the woman out of sight to a safer place for them to carry out their dealings. That didn't stop Morgan from making her attempted witty comment, only to get a small snort and sneer from Adalia, pushing on the blade a little to show who was in control of the situation. "Cute." She said in a seithing tone to her before he was pressing on, pushing the woman past a couple of people playing in the flowers who were oblivious to them.
Without any other eyes on them Adalia was able to steer Morgan into an alley way. This wasn't the same alley that her camp was located at, or anywhere near it really. Adalia's camp was far from here, but she also knew she couldn't Drag Morgan forever without something happening out of her control. Whether it be Morgan growing a spine and fighting back, or someone noticing her pushing her along finally. And she couldn't stick to only the alleys either, which made this trip all the more difficult... if Morgan was conscious.
Unconscious on the other hand, Adalia could move much easier through the more filth infested areas without trouble. And feeling a little proud of her capture, she felt that she would allow Morgan a chance to fight her... When Adalia beat her and then knocked her unconscious it would be all the more sweet. Then she could be drug back to camp, tortured, and then Adalia could find a way back to the nightsisters on Dathomir. Removing her arm from Morgan's neck she shoved her into a trash bin, still holding the dagger tight in hand. "You are about to pay for what you did to both I, and the clan... Morgan."
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Post by Morgan Neema on May 15, 2015 15:46:36 GMT -8
Morgan winced as she felt the knife dig a little deeper, possibly drawing blood this time. Her eyes scanned the area as they moved into the alleyway, looking for something to use as a weapon; apparently it was bad social graces to carry your bow around everywhere. Morgan didn't care, but the security guard hadn't let her bring her bow into the gardens. She was shoved forward as they entered the narrow alley, and she stumbled and crashed into a collection of trash cans. After a few moments, she managed to climb out of the mess and onto her feet. Adalia stood directly in front, knife clutched in her hand.
"You are about to pay for what you did to both I, and the clan... Morgan."
"Your sister was a cruel murderer," Morgan said icily. "But you are not any different, are you? So t'would not make a difference to you." It seemed the only weapons she would be able to use were her spells. That was fine. She was good at them, not like Adalia. It always had been that way. Adalia was the master of her weapons, but Morgan was better at unarmed combat.
Morgan knew the only way out of this was to win the fight; there was no reasoning with Adalia. Not when she was in this state of mind. So rather than wait to get attacked, Morgan decided to make the first move, her lips moving in a silent spell as force lightning crackled at her fingers. "I will not submit to you," she said, trying for one last warning. "You would be better off returning to wherever you came from." Her voice was oddly calm.
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Adalia Edana
Outlaw
She will pay for what she has done to me.
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Post by Adalia Edana on May 25, 2015 14:43:07 GMT -8
Adalia let Morgan scramble back to her feet, enjoying every second of it she could as Morgan flopped like a fish out of water to get back to her feet again after having been tossed into the garbage bins by Adalia. Now she was standing again, making a number of insults that caused Adalia to snarl all the more. "Silence whelp! You will find yourself in a world of pain unlike that of you have faced before if you do not watch your tongue!" Adalia warned, mostly in defense of her sister's involvement in all of this. Adalia believed; no, she knew that her sister was innocent of any crime that Morgan could dream up for her. Adalia's sister had only been following orders loyally, not asking questions. Morgan never did that.
When Morgan begin getting ready to blast lightning at Adalia though, she only arched her brow with a stifled laugh. She gave a very unimpressed look over to Morgan, rolling her eyes a bit as she lowered the knife. "Is that the best you can do?" She asked, looking to the meager amount of lightning that crackled around Morgan's fingertips.
With her free hand and lightning like hunter reflexes, Adalia snapped the energy whip to life in an attempt to catch Morgan's wrists and toss them aside to redirect the dark magic harmlessly away from herself all within a blink of an eye.
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