[ooc: This is a open RP that I have been wanting to do for a while...I would like anyone I have ever met in my RP life (including masters, friends and faught people alike)...And hopefully it should be fun...)

EDIT: Do I need to make a list of people who I would like to join?]

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<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> ::The wind blew hard, wrapping Neo in a sheet of coldness that surrounded him. He pressed on harder now, the wind starting to speckle with rain. It was getting colder, and quickly. He had to find shelter. And quickly...::

Thinking:"Where can I go? There's nothing to do, nowhere to go. I have no home, no friends, no....one"

::The rain started coming harder now, the sky above him was dark now with clouds::

Thinking:"What to do....it's just all gone downhill..."

::Suddenly he halted...There was someone ahead of him, someone he knew and was familiar with. But he wasn't sure who, or where exactly. He hesitated, his hand dropping to where his saber was, running his hand down it slowly. The cold handle was actually a warmth to him. But there was more hesitation than usual. He could hear the word's of DarkestSith in his ears now, and they chilled him. He knew about the darness within him..., but he wouldn't give into it..::
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::Kefka sat there meditating. He was sick of the feuding within him, he could feel himself being torn on the inside. But there was nothing he could do with it...except


He woke from his meditation. His dream had been so real, so life-like that he could still taste the blood on his lips. If only, he thought, he could destroy him, then the light within him would be destroyed too::

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> *If only*<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

::He started dropping his conciousness again, going back into a trance when suddenly he felt it. That person, he was now ahead of him...He stood up and stretched, this wasnt a dream now. He reached for his saber and pulled it out, not igniting it quite yet. He formulated an idea quickly, it would be easy this one::

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> *Yet again, if only*<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

::He stepped out behind the shadowy person, noting that his hand was on his saber::

"Brother.....Turn and face your death you coward"

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> ::Neo span round to face him::

<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->"Brother? What are you doing here...when all I need is a sleep"<!--EZCODE ITALIC START-->

::His hand dropped from his side and he fell to his knee's::

<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->"Take my life then, and make it quick...."


[ooc:Now I would like you to step in, someone please...:) ]

*The rain was hard, it was as hard as J could remember it. Walking slowly, J suddenly felt a huge pressure in his mind. A huge disturbance in the force, suddenly he realised who it was. Neo and Kefla at it again, they wouldn't stop until they'd destroyed each other. He ran toward their position, he stood between the two of them.*

What is it now?

::Neo opened his eyes to see who it was that had stopped his death::

"J?"

::He slowly stood up, and gathered himself, he had realised what had just been happening::

"J, why are you stopping him from killing me? Are you not a Sith?"

::He couldn't control what he was saying, he couldn't control the words that were coming out of his mouth::

"Why don't you just strike me down now..."

::He stopped::

"...or not.."

::He looked towards Kefka, he felt weak again and his knee's were trembling again. He waited for kefka to say something, or J to speak again::

I may be Sith, but your death would not be an honourable one. You shall die in glorious combat with Kefla. Not like this.

Misery stood within her own private chambers, pacing. She had been pacing about for quite sometime now. Her thoughts had been disturbing her for just about most of the day. A slight chill ran down her spin, it wasn't cold in her chambers. It was a warning, a warning of the Darkside, yet there was more. It was not just the Darkside, but the Lightside as well. A presence of some sort, a Lightsider, disturbed, but who? And just who was the Darksider, whoever they were, they had to be the one causing the disturbance with the Lightsider. Well, that's what Misery believed anyway.

Misery had now a problem on her hands. She wanted to help. Trouble she knew was coming about, yet she could do nothing. Her own force abilities would not allow her to know more than she already knew. All she knew was that she had to do something, and quickly.

She left her chambers and headed out into the streets, in search of finding what troubled her thoughts, hoping to lend a helping hand.

::Neo turned to J, the torment inside him hurting him as much as a saber slash would::

"honourable? What, exactly is honourable about combat?"

Drinkng at a bar Malice looked out the window. The rain kept on pouring down and getting worse.

*Damn weather. I hate when it rains like this*

Just as he finished his drink he felt a disturbance in the force.

*Hmm it would seem as though a few force users are going to have a little fight. And it seems the darkside i strongr then the light, must be one jedi and many sith*

Standing up he grabbed his cloak and walked out not bothering to pay for his drink.

*I can't miss this brawl*

He began his treck towrds the area which he felt the disturbance.

Explain to me what is not honourable, about combat. This is man and animals greatest way of working out disputes.