"Existence? You--so you're a part of the Force?" Okay, technically he was too--"I mean, that's where most of you is?"
Okay. So, a being that might be made of Force energy was currently building itself a body and having trouble with concepts like solidity and eyes. In his bedroom. Cool.
"I'm sorry for their loss." It 'had' a planet, though? "Why did you chose that planet? What did you do with it?"
"I liked it," Gabriel said simply. As he concentrated on trying to touch
the wall, he apparently lost concentration on the rest of him, and little
tendrils of darkness were starting to drift outwards from his back, curling
and twisting in their own wind.
"It had many beings on it. Small ones. Compact ones. This was before things
that could poke - or, at least, that could not poke strongly. So there were
others, though I tried to keep them away from my planet. They like to eat.
You know. A star. A being. They see little difference. I like
beings. Not for eating but for being. But they destroyed themselves. I
tried to stop them, but I couldn't."
Not the work of Sith, then. He'd had half a moment of worry there. Selfish,
but with so much time spent working for Baras, you never knew when someone
nominally on your side was going to cause a mess.
"There's more like you elsewhere? Why did they leave?" He frowned slightly,
trying to parse how the conversation had gone so far. "And what do you
mean, 'poke'? Is it something we do when we use the Force?"
Oh, and apparently this thing--Gabriel--could eat him if it wanted to.
Honestly, that part was the least exotic or threatening aspect of it.
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Okay. So, a being that might be made of Force energy was currently building itself a body and having trouble with concepts like solidity and eyes. In his bedroom. Cool.
"I'm sorry for their loss." It 'had' a planet, though? "Why did you chose that planet? What did you do with it?"
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"I liked it," Gabriel said simply. As he concentrated on trying to touch the wall, he apparently lost concentration on the rest of him, and little tendrils of darkness were starting to drift outwards from his back, curling and twisting in their own wind.
"It had many beings on it. Small ones. Compact ones. This was before things that could poke - or, at least, that could not poke strongly. So there were others, though I tried to keep them away from my planet. They like to eat. You know. A star. A being. They see little difference. I like beings. Not for eating but for being. But they destroyed themselves. I tried to stop them, but I couldn't."
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Not the work of Sith, then. He'd had half a moment of worry there. Selfish, but with so much time spent working for Baras, you never knew when someone nominally on your side was going to cause a mess.
"There's more like you elsewhere? Why did they leave?" He frowned slightly, trying to parse how the conversation had gone so far. "And what do you mean, 'poke'? Is it something we do when we use the Force?"
Oh, and apparently this thing--Gabriel--could eat him if it wanted to. Honestly, that part was the least exotic or threatening aspect of it.