There was a certain violent serenity to Aurelia's ritual cleansing. The maelstrom of internal activity, each process so intense that the slightest miscalculation could result in her body consuming itself uncontrollably into a pile of dust, required an obsessive, singular focus that disregarded all useless input. At these moments she functioned more precisely than perfect clockwork, the seemingly mechanical process belying the absolutely organic nature of the woman. She had forged perhaps the most perfect body ever produced, from naught but a pile of sludge and fear.<br/><br/>Anyone within three meters of the cross-legged sitting nude woman would have felt the raw heat she radiated, from a body that under normal circumstances would already have died from the fever. Aurelia was anything but normal, of course. These temperatures didn't even cause her to sweat or wince in discomfort.<br/><br/>Perfection had its costs.<br/><br/>One of these was being all but entirely unaware of the Force around her. To many it seemed as though she had quite a strong command of Force Sense, but in reality some of the difference was being made up by her superior physical senses. Sight better than a raptor, hearing better than a hound, and even the ability to sense air currents like a flying insect gave the<em>appearance</em>of precognition and psychic ability, but truly, there was none. Other Force users could feel the blank space that was her, due to her intense self-focus and Force-flow-binding tattoos. They couldn't analyze her movements or read her mind with the Force, but she was easily identifiable by the total<em>lack</em>of these things.<br/><br/>Her eyes opened and she breathed deeply, having completed the ritual after thirty minutes. She pushed forward from the table, standing on the floor, and began to redress in her trademark black duraleather layers. As she picked up the final piece of the clothing puzzle, her right gauntlet, she inspected it idly. Now was the time to try it, she thought. Reaching into one of her many pockets, she pulled out an amulet the size of a large coin. It was heavily inscribed with Sith runes and a myriad of intertwining colors, quite a beautiful thing to gaze upon. She fit it easily into a notch on the back of her gauntlet's hand, and it clicked into place. Donning the gauntlet now and strapping it into place, she pulled a nearly invisible tab on the inside of the glove's elbow, and a very quiet<em>snikt</em>could be heard.<br/><br/>Aurelia's right eye twitched slightly in response. The noise had signified the extension of dozens of small blades inside the glove, placed very precisely to both interrupt her tattoo and inject into her bloodstream. The gauntlet, which before had only appeared ornate, now flowed red on the outside along many small divots as the glove now somewhat literally became part of her. The runes on the artifact glowed as it accepted the flow and began working its very old magic. Aurelia gasped as the world came rushing in around her, overwhelming her with its raw<em>presence</em>as she was suddenly, powerfully thrust back into "existence." Staggering from the blow, she fell backwards onto her rump, the lack of grace so very unlike her. She sat there sprawled for several moments, gasping for air, trying desperately to adjust. When she finally did, and managed to clear out the noise, she felt Sera nearby and turned to her, nodding an awkward greeting as she rose to her feet and straightened her outfit.<br/><br/>At the cost of significant efficiency and the risk of being caught in her inexperience, Aurelia had returned to the Force proper.