| Ulic: ~laughs his eyes focusing on argyyle~ you fool, complete and utter fool Argyyle: an obsessed, self absorbed shell of a sith who has never once bothered to be more to his family than an all pervasive presence. Ulic: ~he raises his hand, the wind whipping up through the forest, coming directly at the two, breaking on them and spreading back into the wild~ you know not of what you speak Argyyle: if he does indeed have this power you speak of, then he has never shown it. Ulic: he does not need to prove himself to you Fiona: " Our father should have killed himself a long time ago, then he could have died with honor, you do not know the man he has become." Argyyle: **clutches his sword in his right hand, allowing himself to go with the force of the wind, catching a limb with his left hand, and landing lightly on his feet** **walks out of the trees** it is you who know not of who you speak. how long has it been since you have set eyes on our father? we have lived with him our entire lives, and we are 17, so at least that long, as we have never met you. Fiona: ~Fiona felt the wind and smiled. Regaining her former defensive posture, she listens calmly.~ Argyyle: **sets himself to the ground, ready for such an attack should it reoccur** Ulic: ~he ignites his blade, the red glow bathing the area in light, and walks over towards argyyle, keeping his eyes on the sword~ come at me weakling Argyyle: **looks at the lightsabre with respect** and why should i attack a foe against i have no chance of winning? i doubt very much you will kill me, given the misguided respect with which you speak of him. Fiona: ~ mutters...~ " Why is it that men need to wave their sabers about," ~sighs...~ Argyyle: young, i may be, and inexperienced, but im no fool. Ulic: should i strike you down now, so you die without honor, or should i let you kill yourself before you embarass yourself by failing at becoming a sith? ~he turns his head to fiona, keeping his mind centered on argyyle.~ what was that? Fiona: " Where were these friends, in father's greatest need? Where were they when he became an empty shell.? Argyyle: **pulls the darkside around himself, then drops the sword and rests his hand on his blaster, ready to draw it** Fiona: ~smiles~ " I think you heard me." Ulic: do not mock me woman...you will suffer a fate worse than death if you push me too far...your father knows well of what i am capable...perhaps not entirely, but he has seen parts...i am a foe far older and greater than any you have faced, and will face for quite some time. Argyyle: **laughs** your not much older than us. Fiona: " Father already suffers a fate worse than death, why don't you put him out of his misery?" Argyyle: lets away from here, Sister. He bores me almost as much as father **continues fueling his rage and the darkside** |
| More the Fool, I |