It all happened too fast for her to stop. She had hoped for the woman to escape this unharmed; she really did. And of course, for the spirit to be cleansed forever. But she had not anticipated the spirit could have had this kind of ability. Her anger growing, she waited... and waited... until she wa...

"All men think they are unique, they are all quite terribly mistaken, I'm afraid," she replied, still deadpan.

"That's a big assumption she said," Tyllia was a master of straight-faced humor, he might have come to realize, "What makes you think I wouldn't just vanish the moment one showed up to find you?"

She switched on her lightsaber. *Her* lightsaber. And struck at the shadow; hoping, perhaps desparately so, that it wouldn't just pass through ineffectually and that it could actually disrupt; damage; the spirit as it moved between bodies.

[lightsaber at difficulty?]

"You might be right,"she said, "still, if I were running the inquisition, I would pay *very* close attention to anyone buying cortosis. Anyone willing to part with the kind of credits it requires to outfit a suit of armor is likely doing so specifically to deal with lightsabers, after all."

Of course, being a generally careful individual, she would *like* to be able to strike in a way that; should it fail; she could at least attempt to talk her way out of it should the spirit survive and prove too powerful to overcome. But even if that were not possible, she would strike Now or never, ...

"Hmmm," she seemed skeptical, "you really think so? Seems to me they're way too high profile up there. Too legit. I don't know about the legalities of the substance, to be fair, but I got to imagine its regulated. Or at the very least the inquisition is likely to have made efforts to track any purch...

This was it. She had expected everything that was happening; of course. Knew what this entailed... and yet the reality of it threatened to overwhelm her. This was her moment. To strike? To let it happen? What? Could she even *do* anything at all in this situation? What would happen if she did? What ...

Used one (and failed) to perceive

dark: 18
light: 7

"Into the pool," she said, stepping closer and beginning whatever final preparations were necessary for this to happen; especially the way she wanted it to go.

"it's part of the process."

"Cortosis?" She said with a raised brow, "that stuff was rare even before the Empire came around. I doubt you can just find enough of it to coat your armor with. Not something you'll really find in your typical shop, anyway."

"I hope you're not thinking of adding spikes to it," she said; focusing on his plans for the armor as a way of glossing over the continued poking at her research. "A lot of people get that idea thinking it looks cool, but it never ends well. All it takes is one casual hug without thinking about it a...

"It's fine," she said, "nothing to worry about. Once this is over you won't have to worry about anything anymore." Deception : 2eP+2eA+2eD 1 success, 1 advantage https://orokos.com/roll/images/eote/p-s.png https://orokos.com/roll/images/eote/p-a-a.png https://orokos.com/roll/images/eote/a-a.png http...

"Some," she had not been shy about his nudity; and apparently he had not been anymore either. At least it seemed as if he had gotten over the initial awkwardness in that sort of regard. Possibly; she considered; to the point where he was just getting maybe a *little* full of himself. She supposed th...

"Because I asked nicely," she said, with a friendly sounding chuckle. The story had been some bullshit feel-good nonsense that probably involved the power of friendship or something along those lines.

"There, up ahead, you see? That's the pool I was telling you about."

Spirit stuff here: viewtopic.php?f=39&t=634

Tyllia guided the woman into the deepest parts of the swamp with relative ease. The spirit had made things easy for her. After all; it stood to gain much from this. So very, very, much. And Tyllia, well... it all rather depended, didn't it? "A little bit further," she told the Rattataki, putting tho...

"It's... nothing," she said, pushing it away without even thinking about the gesture; which likely only made it seem more suspicious now that he was focusing in on the subject. "It's just some old books." There were quite a few reasons why she couldn't, or didn't want to, tell him the truth. After a...

"Not really," she closed the tome, keeping herself from producing a loud snap by doing so. "Just re-reading stuff I went over years ago to see if I missed anything. Found some more mentions of your species, but it's all jumbled and doesn't really contain anything useful."

She was deflecting again.