[IC] Elena's Holodiary

[Theprettiestorc]

Log 2

A droid beeps out, before the voice begins once more. There's a strained tone, as if she's in pain.

"... I can... oh. Alright. Second day in House Horuset. I'm doing better against the droids, but most of my time was spent doing research today. I have an earpiece, and the normal Holologs just become audio logs for me. Of... particular note, a technique called 'Force Wound'. It sounds horrible, but... I could likely get an edge from it if I can find out how to use it." She pauses, breathing heavy.

"So, next... I chatted with Sith Soti again. I researched something she used - Dampening her Presence. A rather great technique, one I will have to research and use post-haste. This was after another Sith, while I was talking to a pair or Imperials - nice guys, by the way - asked me to flip up my blindfold. One of them was freaked out." Another pause, and a groan of pain.

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"... Valeus Horuset. He challenged me to a spar, and I engaged with him. It was... tense. I stopped in the middle from caution, and he goaded me on, pushed me to use everything in my power to fight, or simply quit being an Acolyte. I likely fell for it, and got a good amount of Shock against me, but... neither of us conceded. He simply left, not a word, with both of us exhausted."

Deep breaths, and a sigh. "I... need that Pain. I Seethed, and it burned as before, but I like the burn, I liked the pain of the Shock. I want to learn it, feel that power, all throughout." Her confession. "And I hate that, too, but... this is still a one-way street. When do I know when I'll snap? I already stopped running away today, things already changing. Will I still recognize myself in time?" Fear and apprehension make her voice waver. "I cannot be weak. I can appear it, but not be it. I have to do better. I need to learn everything, get better at my Telekinesis, my Sight. I am... still partly numb, or pained, from my injuries, so I will turn in."

Once again, though, a melody begins. This one low, shadowy, faint words blending into the harmony. The sound of fingers on metal for a beat signal this as a song of battle, in Miralukese. And shortly after Elena is done, the recording finishes.