"I hear ya' man." Hurrak holds his paw out to Alpha in a fist-like mannor.

Alpha too makes a fist and punches Hurrak's. He only hopes he didn't hit him too hard.

Denning awakens from a short sleep.
"Uh, hey Alpha, do you think, maybe, that I should embrace Deoxolips and use his powers for goood? It might work, but if I am caught in the darkness... well, you know."

OOC: Mybhe I should do something similar to Juhani in kights of the old rebublic, fall to the dark, and have friends show me the light, or convince me of dark.

OOC: Yay! Another KOTOR fan! That game absolutely rocks! And I must admit, a Juhani like thing would be rather cool.
And what do you think of KOTOR 2? I never got a chance to play it, and would like some opinions.

IC: Alpha thinks for a minute before replying. "I don't think you really have a choice; unless you can find some way to re-seperate from Deoxolips, you're stuck with him. Now, if that's possible then I would say you should try to control him. But if he ever gets out of hand, even for a second, get rid of him, and try to kill him."

OOC: I beat it on light mode a week ago, just got it, dont have enough money for #2 so, I have to wait for october.
IC:"Well, if possible, dont kill him, hes me, and I dont know what would hapen if half of me dies."

OOC: Well, I've heard various reports from websites/G4 about it. Some say it's better than the first, others hate it. When you get it, if you don't mind just let me know what you think.

IC: Alpha nods at this statement. "Well, hopefully it won't ever come to that."

Malciore got back up to his seat from his drunken state. "Ow, what hit me?"
"This." Hurrak then smacked Malciore on the forehead, knocking him back down. "I love annoying drunks."
"You love annoying everyone." Malciore got back up again. "Hey, Denning, I think that if you could kinda' neutralize Deoxolips, then you could like fuse you powers together, or something. Or am I just still drunk?"

"My fear s that if I do that, I may become more evil, and lose my status of cleric."

"H'm, I guess you're right. I would sudgest becoming a neutral like me and Alpha, but then you'd lose your place as a cleric also. Well I'm stumped, Alpha, any ideas?"

"None," Alpha replies, hanging his head. "I guess for now all we can do is hope for the best, and be ready to help Denning if he ever falls to the darkness."

"Well, if I had an idea we might be able to help." Hurrak said.
"Oh shut u.....wait, I got it! Hurrak youdid eat the Topaz medalion right?"
"Well, yeah."
"You have ancient powers beyond any sage, so youcould help Denning...but how?"

A clear, handled mug floats across the room at about chest-height, in a sort of lilting-dance that sends small reflections of light into random parts of the room. It skirts around a couple of tables before stopping to hover over an empty stool by the Sheikahs, then drops with a quiet clank on the table. At about the same height where the mug was, a greyish circle fades into view, enlarging in all directions, as if washing away a layer of grime to reveal a sheepish-looking Arco. The unmelding process ends at his hair, feet, and edge of his coat, which seem to swirl a bit in the face of a non-existant wind before becoming fully visible. The bard breathes in deeply, as if he'd been holding his breath.

Well, now that you have their attention...

Arco squints, mentally hitting himself for moving too quickly. But before too much time passes, he settles in his chair and opens his mouth again.

"What is this... Deoxolips? What does it have to do with becoming evil?"

"That sounded like."
Denning turns around.
"Arco! Long time no see! Deoxolips, thats a long story, but, it is just another half of myself I thought , my spirit is broken, in two, you never know who your truly talking to. So be careful until my spirit fuses."

"Arco! Welcome back. It's been far too loud since you left...heh. Heh...get it? Arco has a hard time talking, so instead of saying it's been too quiet since you left, I said too loud..." Alpha's sentence trails off, and he gives Arco a sad look. "So is this how you feel sometimes?"

Arco listens, nodding occasionally, eyes roving from Alpha to Denning to Alpha again. As Alpha's voice slows, the bard looks off for a moment, digesting the cleric's words for a moment. Something phases into his face, but disappears just as quickly as he looks back again.

"Yes, I think," he says to Alpha. He smiles dutifully. 'Don't think I completely get it, but anyway...

Then Arco looks back at Denning, staring at the latter's eyes.

"Denning... for losing yourself to darkness, I don't know that being a cleric has anything to do with that." Arco drums his fingers on the table for a moment, to stall for time while he materializes his next thought.

"As long as a cleric follows the Order of the goddesses... I don't see why there couldn't be dark--evil--clerics..."