The Darkstaff (open)

[epsilon]

Sparks flared high above the group in the stairwell as electricity sizzled and snapped. A cable had been jarred loose and a track light now hung limp and extinguished. It was this sound that made Epsilon glance up. The sparks would flare then die down and eventually, flare up again. Epsilon frowned and continued to stare, as if she saw something the rest of the group did not see. It was when she leapt the final few flights of the stairwell to land on the still solid ground below that she gave way to something being wrong.

Then again...everything was wrong in this place.

A third explosion rocked the stairwell, this time loud and close and with that explosion, the blast tore through the stairwell a few floors above. Debris rained down on them; fragments of stone and metal slicing through the air first before larger chunks broke away from the walls to tip downward and descend towards the group. The bottom of the stairwell greeted them with a door and like the rest, this door refused to open on their command.

Epsilon yelled out at Eefri as she finally made her way down with Ivory and Varkin. "Hold that rubble!" And with that, Epsilon slammed her saber into the door to cut away at their obstruction to safety while trusting Eefri to call on the force to keep the debris from crushing them all.

Epsilon focused on Eefri to be the strongest of the group as Ivory's growing pain would hinder them and Varkin needed to be protected the most. Her saber slowly cut through the metal as the stairwell began to tremble, crack and break above them.

In this situation, focused on survival and escape, the group would remain oblivious to the temptation Cirocco now felt. The stairwell would be their doom should they not escape the falling debris but a worse fate would find them should their darker companion give in to the call of the very object they sought to destroy.

[ivory]

EEfri let go of varkin and isntantly used the forces focus on the debris that came falling down. it was as if she onyl changed the direction of the force. the red skinned twilek with the big heart and kind sould had a deep connection to the force, and indeed she was less affected meaybe because of the kindness of her soul.
But either way she managed to keep most debri up but if it would become much more...then even she would have problems .

Hurry up" ivory said with gritted teeth to epsi, before she looked over to coco, she had never seen him like this, and if she hadnt known him that long and that well, it could have been frightening. she drew of the force to control the growing pain in her arrm, it was almost as when they retrieved the staff, but then her runes had been breaking through, not it felt just in that arm as if they wanted to break through but her skin had hardend and locked them inside. it was burning it ws aching it was hurting and tot he touch her skin felt like it wasnt part of her anymore. that thought let her look down and push her sleeve up some. quickly she lowered the sleeve again and made sure nobody saw her arm to good, while she waited liek the others that epsi would open the door and they could pass through

[ciroco]

OOC: okay I reeeeeaaaaaally wanna post on this, but I had like an 11 hour or so work day today, so I'm pretty much dead tired. will post tomorrow))

[ciroco]

OOC: okay let's get this show on the road. I have a feeling this post is gonna suck tho ))

Rage filled Cirocco to the brim. Rage so powerful it should be able to push back any other emotion. But the rage was artificial. Anger fueled and enhanced by the Darkside. Even though the rage coursed through him, so did the Darkside. And that was the Staff's way in. Cirocco didn't care much for the promise of power. He was already powerful, and anything he needed, he would provide for himself. He didn't need or want to rely on artefacts or other outside sources. Power came from within.

But the staff played on his mistrust as well, and Duma knew he had enough of that to go around. He growls as he looks at his companions. The staff's influence was not yet that great, but the seed had been planted and it was was rapidly growing.

He leaps forward towards the door and, sabers already in hand, brings both blades down hard onto both the door and Epsilon, who is standing in the path of the strike. If she didn't move fast, Cirocco would cut through both steel and flesh.

[ivory]

MOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMY!!!!!!!!!)))