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Post by Xakire on Jun 6, 2018 2:14:56 GMT -8
Vasari did not press him, simply rose from her kneeling position before the bed and continued dressing while the young sith composed himself. He had performed well enough for a novice in the art, he was hard on himself that much was certain - but what she could not figure was why his training had advanced so far and yet so little in the realm of protecting his own mind. All the martial skill in the world meant nothing if the enemy could break you with a simple word. Had she been better trained and more motivated that is exactly what she could have done in their sparing match earlier. A failing on her own account - one she would look to rectifying soon enough.
She finished draping the cloak around her body hiding her form completely from view just as she was when they had met and turned to face him. He seemed to have come back to himself and was turning around to face her, straightening his back and standing at ease before her. She raised an eyeridge slightly though there was no brow accent the gesture and she had to keep herself from giggling, though an easy smile came to her lips."There is no need for thanks, my lord."She smiled easier and moved to recover a book or two from the shelf and gripped them tightly to her chest as she moved past him towards the door."And you may prove more useful than I have the foresight to notice... there is something about you..."She looked him up and down once more from the side and shivered slightly before continuing on her way, the door opening untouched allowing her to move from the room freely, leaving him with the choice of following after her or not as she made her way down the corridor towards the Library. |
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Jun 9, 2018 20:09:01 GMT -8
Post by Vasari on Jun 9, 2018 20:09:01 GMT -8
Vasari had only assumed that Xakire's ego would prevent him from following after her - no doubt he would return to wherever he had come from and would lick his wounds like an abused animal - but when she head him call out to her to wait a smile crept across her lips. She didn't stop, but slowed her pace enough for him to catch up without any real struggle. She still had her arms crossed over her chest holding her books tightly to her breast but she leaned over and nudged him with a slight smile on her face as if she was genuinely happy to have him along. She led him along in silence through the corridors of the dorms - drawing a few looks from the people that lived closest to her that hardly ever saw her - let alone saw her 'with' someone. No one really knew her... and because of that to have her be seen with a new comer none the less was shocking to many. Vasari ignored them all of course - more and more over the last few weeks she had come to think of all of them as below her. Even the Apprentices that had at one time threatened her existence so easily now seemed like specks on her training visor - simple distractions put there to force her to hone her skills. She felt more and more each day like there was something waiting for her just beyond the walls of this place - and that such a change would happen very soon. Perhaps that feeling is what had led her to tolerate Xakire's presence, there was something about him after all."What do you believe to be your strongest trait?"She asked rather casually leading him at last out of the dormitories and across the courtyard to the archives.
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Post by Luxeria on Jul 31, 2018 13:32:35 GMT -8
Luxeria all but drug herself back to the room granted to her while she stayed within the academy. Her body was truly starting to ache and was weak and flimsy to boot. But she forced herself to walk as straight as she would when fully energized. If any walked by her, she didn't want them thinking she was weak or weird, despite what she had just went through. They wouldn't know, she didn't have the strength to explain it, nor did she even want the image planted in their minds.
It was only when she entered her room and closed the door that she fell back against it. She was so tired now that she wanted to fall asleep right where she was. But forcing herself to move through the chambers, she moved to the refresher, struggling to get her clothes off the whole way. She needed to shower first before crashing to both get rid of the sweat and smell as well as to ease her muscles and grant her the ability to keep going full swing tomorrow.
Spending nearly and hour under the hot water, she felt a little more refreshed and energize, though she knew it wouldn't last. If anything, she could a bit better. Taking advantage of that, she dried herself and changed into her clothes as the small bit of life started fading from her, moving to the bed, she fell upon it and was out soon after.
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Post by Luxeria on Aug 1, 2018 8:35:02 GMT -8
It was mid morning before Luxeria finally awoke from her slumber. While not someone who was up before the crack of dawn, she did tend to wake earlier in the morning, especially when there were things she had to do. Pushing herself from the bed, she let her body move about, gauging where it stood. While still a little weary and a tiny bit tense, it wasn’t sore at all. That was a good sign. A little work work get hem back in shape. Opting for another shower to ease out the remaining tension, she spent only a few minutes under the water before drying and dressing. Once she was set, she grabbed her lightsaber and headed off to grab some food before heading off to start the training Gavin instructed her to do.
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Post by Luxeria on Aug 19, 2018 12:09:20 GMT -8
Making her way through the halls of the academy, Luxeria returned to her room. She wasted no time in stripping down and jumping into the shower. The whole way she had been rubbing her arms, trying to ease the soreness rising up in them. The pain created from the impacts were fading, but the resonating pain from the soreness still remained. No doubt she'd be feeling it in the morning. She could only hope that it, at least, didn't keep her from sleeping. As long as she was capable of that, she could endure the pain through the day, if not use it in the coming lessons.
Once she finished with the shower and dried off, she settled don into her bed. As she looked at the ceiling in the darkness around her, her mind couldn't help but think about the training she had done thus far with Gavin and the training that was to come. She wanted to believe that she was doing well, growing and grasping what Gavin was wanting her to learn. Gavin didn't strike her as someone who'd lie and make her feel better about herself, even if she was doing terribly, so his words seemed like a solid confirmation. Still, she definitely had quite a ways to go, she was certain. She had to keep that in her mind to keep her from establishing any form of ego. As she grew in power and skill, it was becoming difficult. Only by telling herself over and over that she still had much more to learn, that her skills still weren't enough that allowed her to stay focused and keep from becoming overconfident.
She then shifted to what would come the next day. Would it be counters and parries or attacks? He had stated these four things at the beginning and so far each day covered one of the first two. If she followed the order, more than likely it'd be counters and parries. As she thought on these things, she ended up drifting off to sleep.
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Oct 2, 2018 6:39:39 GMT -8
Post by Spectres of Midnight on Oct 2, 2018 6:39:39 GMT -8
The fourteen students made their way back to their dorm rooms, each splitting up and calling it a day. All that was left for for them to reflect upon the training they had received that day and the one that was teaching them. However, not all were settled with this reality. The entire way, Duvrax was angered by what he had to go through. Many of the older students could feel his anger and the swelling power that came from it. Some began thinking on how he could be exploited while others saw a potentially strong Sith once he gained a bit of experience. Even the other initiates, many who still had yet to understand how to feel with the Force, could tell how angry he was and chose to give him room.
Entering his room, he was followed by Krokaa, the second male Zabrak. Whereas Duvrax already bore the black and red tattoos of the Sith, Krokaa still held his natural brown hue.
Leaning up against the wall, he watched as his angered friend paced around the room, kicking a few things as he did so.
"This is outrageous! How could they put me in the same class as all those other weaklings?! Even more, how could they have such a weak teacher as that raising new Sith?! If this continues, the Sith will die off for sure! I can't allow that!" Duvrax finally stopped moving and looked at the other Zabrak, ready for his friend to agree with him. If he was on board, then Duvrax already had a plan to eliminate Gavin and prove how worthless the man was. Then, he'd be shown the respect he deserved.
Krokaa crossed his arms when finally allowed to speak. He was calm and level-headed, unlike his friend.
"That may be so, but I highly advise you to relax and go with things for now. It's clear to see you have power. However, don't get ahead of yourself. I suspect the masters here have their reasons for both putting you in these classes as well as appointing this man to instruct us. Either way, it would be best to bid your time and learn what he has to teach. It doesn't seem like much, it doesn't hurt to become better equipped on the basics. Trust me, my friend, your time will come.
Duvrax looked upon Krokaa with burning eyes before finally letting out a sign and nodded his head. He knew his friend was right and wouldn't lead him the wrong way. If Krokaa said it was best to wait, then that was what was needed, even if it was difficult.
Meanwhile, Elysta, the human female, sat in her room, legs pulled close to her chest as she rocked back and forth, looking at the floor. None had tried to hurt her since she arrived, but she still held a level of fear of those around her, mixed with hatred for being taken from her home. Her gaze was redirected to the door when she heard it open. Her childhood friend, Cayne, a human male, stepped through and moved to sit on the bed next to her. He said nothing for the longest time before finally speaking.
We need to become stronger, Elysta. It's the only way to get out of here. I know you hate them as much as I do, so let's work to make them fear us and break free."
Elysta stopped rocking and looked at her friend.
"How are we supposed to do that? If they suspect anything, they'll kill us."
"We let them train us. We'll learn what they have to teach us and become strong. They'll create the weapons of their own demise. But we have to endure their training to make this work. If we do, I know we'll become strong enough to get away."
Elysta pondered Cayne's words a bit before nodding. She didn't want to become a pawn in the Sith's game, but trying to escape now was suicide and she didn't want to die. It was their only option. And if they became strong enough, she would make them fear her just as much as she did now. In the end, she wouldn't concern herself with just running away. No, she would kill them all, ridding the galaxy of the Sith.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2018 10:29:16 GMT -8
It was more than discomforting, trudging around barefoot in a strange man's chambers, wearing his clothes that hung loosely around her small frame. It was one thing if it was a mission, a goal, a reason to be here, in this exact scenario. However, she was here simply because... he offered. His words were still burned into Mariah's memory. Common courtesy. It wasn't exactly something she was expecting at the Sith Academy. A place where a challenge was issued to kill her when she arrived, and by evening, she found someone trying to save her, or something of that nature. With a roll of her eyes, she knew she wasn't going to make full sense of it tonight and could only leave it be.
Her crimson hair was still dripping, wetting down the black cloth that draped over her. Uncomfortable scenario or not, having a real shower for once was something she couldn't have passed up. With her torn clothes folded in hand, she set them by the rest of her things. The golden chain around her neck was now exposed over her shirt, and the ring hung freely, dangling into her sights. A soft white glow radiated from one of the gems, still bathing her in its healing light. Like she knew, even from afar, how much Mariah needed it, knew how stubborn she could be. She was lucky -- stupid for thinking she could engage a Sith warrior without relying on her mastered forms -- but lucky, nonetheless. She couldn't help but let out a quiet, bitter laugh. For all of her faults, it was her stubbornness that put her close to death's door more times than not. All for what? The need to prove something? No, they had no idea where her strengths lied. The Jen'ari believed she needed more training. Of course, she could always grow and gain more valuable skills, but that's not how he intended that advice. No, it was the need to hide, the need for them to overlook her. If that was her sole mission upon arriving here, she was sure she succeeded flawlessly.
It was already late in the night, but sleep wouldn't come easy, not here. After the day's arranged events, there was one last person Mariah needed to speak with anyway. Sitting herself on the bed and tucking her legs up in a cross-legged fashion, she closed her eyes and took in a few steady breaths, releasing all thoughts of her past conversations and heightened distractions. It was easier now that she was alone with silence as her only company. Not like it would have mattered anyway; the one she sought seemed all too hasty to drag her under. It was but a few moments before she could feel the gentle breeze waft around her, the brush of her hair against her face pulling her deeper into her mind.
When Mariah opened her eyes, a vast forest stretched out in all directions around her. She sat within the center of a small clearing among the grove, mature trees reaching high into the night skies. The myriad of stars glimmered in the deep purple night, their view framed by the green canopy. It was with a single breath of recognition that a bubbling laughter echoed throughout, surrounding her from everywhere yet nowhere all at the same time.
"I'm proud of you, big sis."
Her song was like a lullaby, bouncing off the trees with a thousand synchronized voices, until the echoes settled in the space directly around Mariah. The grass around her seeped into a black pool, the waters oozing together until a humanoid figure appeared to sprawl out in front of her, resting its head in Mariah's lap. It wasn't long before twin golden stars peered up at her from the blackened mass, almost as if they were squinting in some sort of a smile. Perhaps a horrifying sight to those who didn't know better, the figure radiated something of the opposite, a gentle aura.
"I was beginning to wonder if you were going to show, or if somebody decided to keep you to himself all night."
Her laughter only intensified, and with it, the darkness was washed away by a porcelain complexion. A face that was like looking in the mirror was looking up at her, and those hellish, piercing gold eyes swirled until they were but a pair of warm irises staring back. Like her soothing aura that abounded, a smile brightened this visitor's expression.
Mariah could only roll her eyes at the innuendo, though. Her sister was not as sly as she liked to think herself. "Trading weapon histories and nothing more," Mariah clarified, bringing her hands to her sister's cheeks. With a sigh, she shook her head, feigning disappointment, and her crimson eyes locked upon the gold. "I thought Avia bound you from meddling like this since New Alderaan."
Aria pursed her lips, barely suppressing the mischievous smile that rose to the surface. "She did."
Mariah raised an eyebrow, awaiting for Aria to clarify further. When she didn't without a bit of coaxing, Mariah pushed. "Then how?"
"She only bound me from meddling when it wasn't under pure intentions," she said with a half-shrug of one of her shoulders. "That, and he has something that helped me crack through her spell."
"The song...?"
"I could see you trying to walk away from it. I couldn’t have that, and tried-"
Mariah cut her off, humming, "Sequere me...?"
"Et credidistis mihi," Aria jumped in, her lighter tones lifting above Mariah's with an ethereal harmony. Aria beamed. "You did hear it."
Mariah thought it was more than obvious, and with a sigh, she idly started to run her fingers through Aria's dark locks. "So... pure intentions, hmm?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "Why him? What makes him different?"
Aria also thought this was more than obvious, and mocking Mariah, she also sighed in turn. "You deserve to be happy, Mariah."
Mariah brushed her thumb over Aria's forehead, who nestled her face against Mariah's hand. "I am happy," she protested in quiet tones.
Aria's once giggling, almost childish nature had dissipated. Peering up at her sister with one eye, she murmured, "Maybe here you are, but you can't live in your mind forever. We..." She sighed. "I'm not coming back," she corrected. Bringing her hand to lay over Mariah's, she continued, "You said it yourself, you think of that day constantly. You need to move on, find those you can be this at ease with."
"It's not that simple," Mariah cut in, her expression grave.
Aria, however, believed the opposite, and pushed back. "Why not?"
Mariah rolled her eyes, as if the answer was obvious. "They're all outsiders, Aria," she explained for the umpteenth time. "He's no different."
"Why does it matter when you're the only one left?" Aria tilted her head to stare straight back up at Mariah with a determination glimmering in those golden orbs.
"How many times do we need to have this conversation?" she asked, her tones sharp from her exasperation. "Tradition."
"Yes, and it's tradition that you teach him those traditions," Aria fought back, "like dad did with mom... Avia with grandfather..."
"...and if he," Mariah paused, shaking her head slightly before correcting herself, "if they all look at me like I’ve wandered out from some crazy cult?"
"It doesn't stop you from being happy, having kids, raising them in the ways-"
By this point, the argument felt null and void, and Mariah snapped. "Children of the Shadows refusing their lineage because of their fathers doesn't do us any bit of good."
Aria felt the sting from her words, the subtle hints that might as well screamed 'hypocrite' at her. Defeated, she buried her head in the crook of Mariah's knee. "You know that he wasn't meant to continue the lineage," she murmured quietly, doing nothing to suppress the hurt she felt from her sister's words. "He has his own destiny to forge, just as you do."
"I'm sorry." Mariah exhaled a sigh and, in an attempt to soothe away the pain she caused, continued running her fingers through Aria's dark locks. "And what of Mark?"
Although Mariah couldn't physical feel Aria's body tense up, the shift in her aura marked it as such. "He isn't mine, Mariah," she muttered.
"That much is certain," Mariah said with a dry laugh. "You've been gone almost twenty years, and he couldn't be older than ten. So who is he and why does he carry the Shadows name?"
"It's none of our concern," she responded flatly.
Mariah raised an eyebrow, peering down at her sister with a piercing look in her crimson eyes. "That's harsh and unlike you."
Aria sighed, avoiding that gaze, no matter the cost. "Don’t meddle in affairs that aren't yours."
Her fingers stopped running through Aria's hair, and instead, guided that golden stare back to hers, no matter the pain she could see within. "I'll listen when you start following your own advice."
Aria bit her lower lip and paused for a moment before she spoke. "He's Kai's son," she whispered. From Mariah's neck, that ring still danged over her chest. Hesitantly, Aria lifted a hand to brush her fingers over it, before lowering her hand back to rest comfortably on her stomach. "Different mother, different me. Not our concern." Aria knew her words to be harsh, but she was at a loss and didn't want to discuss the matter further. Changing the subject, Aria sighed, "So what did it look like?"
Mariah couldn't even begin to unravel the mystery of her sister's relationship with that one and simply let it be with the answer she provided. However, the sudden topic shift left her puzzled. "What did what look like?"
"The source of the song."
"The flute?"
Aria hummed in acknowledgement, her eyes sparkling in muffled excitement, mostly in thanks to Mariah's willingness for the transition.
"Wood, embellished with gemstones..." Mariah recalled. "Totems dangled from the mouthpiece. Simple, but beautiful. You would have liked it."
Aria's smile brightened, which in turn brought a warm smile to Mariah's lips -- a rare sight she knew that only she had seen. "What were the totems?"
"I'm not sure... birds, I think," she answered, staring off distantly as she tried to remember. She had looked at it a few times, both in the courtyard and in his chambers, but there were circumstances that prevented her mental clarity at the time. "I didn’t really get a good look. It was... a bit of a startling first impression."
Aria giggled. "...and that's why he's different," she said, answering Mariah's earlier question left unresolved.
Mariah rolled her eyes and sighed, although any anger that could have risen up was immediately quelled by the soft glow of those golden eyes looking up at her.
"As much as you don't want to admit it," Aria continued in gentle tones, “I know you've wanted someone in your life who understands, but you never believed they could exist. You can commune with me every day, but it doesn't change that you can't feel this." Aria reached up and stopped Mariah's idle brushing of her hair. Her fingers entwined with her older sister's, pulling her hand away. She was right, though, her point made crystal clear with just that simple reminder. There was no feeling, no sensation. It was just the happenings within her mind, no different than dreaming. Despite her point, Aria's gaze went alight as she continued, "When he had you pinned to the floor and opened up his life's story to you, like you were important somehow to him, like he knew what you've been through more than you could ever know... you felt that, and it resonated with you. There was no maliciousness in his actions, no desire to harm you, just-"
"-pure intentions?" Mariah asked, her voice a murmur.
"It's why you gave up so easily without a fight, isn't it? You don't like losing after all." Aria looked up with a softened smile. "There's only a few in the galaxy who have the experience and resilience to put up with you," she teased. "I had a feeling he'd manage to get through to you, even just a little."
Mariah could only sigh and shake her head in disbelief at the explanation. "I feel like I'm surrounded by fools," she growled quietly to herself.
Aria frowned, pulling her sister's hand against her face to bury her cheek in her palm. "Stop being hurtful," she said, trying to stop Mariah's snarl with her pitiful tones. "You can't chase me away, but I won’t forgive you if you chase him away.”
"He's a stranger, Aria," Mariah said pointedly in her exasperation.
"So much of a stranger that you're wearing his clothes and sleeping in his bed, hmm?" she poked back with a smug grin. "Are you so quick to forget his parting words to you? Everyone starts as a stranger." All of her childlike prodding aside, Aria's expression softened again. "You don't want to admit it, but you already see an ally, a friendly rival, a mentor and a student, all in him already. Are you really willing to let that little spark of trust just die? After everything you've both just put yourself through, discovered about the other?"
"I leave tomorrow," Mariah reminded her, "and only the Force knows when I'll be back."
"But you will be back," Aria pointed out with a roguish smile. "You already have a date."
Mariah chuckled quietly in disbelief. "It's a challenge for a duel, Aria," she said, flicking her sister on the forehead. "We'll be trying to defeat the other. Not-"
Shoving Mariah's hand away from her, Aria cut in, "You may never shy away from a duel, but you're actually excited this time. Purely excited." Her eyes glimmered with her amusement. "It's the closest thing to a date that I can imagine for you."
"Yes, and won't all your meddling be awkward if he decides to try and adopt me instead?"
Aria burst into a fit of laughter, her nose scrunching with the bright, amused smile that came with it. "You're terrible..."
For all of Aria's amusement, Mariah stared forward with more of a distant expression. "The least I need is another repeat in time in that regard," she murmured, more so to herself.
With a sigh to quiet her raging laughter, Aria reached up towards the sky with her left hand and uttered an incantation. For a moment, the stars flickered, the silhouettes of birds further darkening the sky with their flighted travels. "How hard was it to push away Avia's words?" she asked, closing her hand to a fist with only her index finger now pointing upwards.
"What do you mean?" Mariah asked, pushing Aria's arm out of her face.
Aria guided the birds downwards from the skies, as if an invisible string was pulled taut between them and her finger. The closer they careened down towards the forest, the larger they became, easily growing ten times in size. A violent crash boomed nearby, shaking the earth and smothering the surroundings with ash and smoke. Fire glowed in the distance as it ate away at the trees, but from within the flames, silhouettes stood tall among the chaos. "Her empire as she knows it will crumble to ash, yet she shall rise above the flames, bringing about a rebirth to the Shadows anew."
"What about it?" Mariah asked dully, waving her free hand over the scene so that all that her sister summoned was erased, leaving nothing but the serene landscape once again.
Aria reached up, taking hold of Mariah's hand with her own. "You're dense," she muttered, dragging Mariah's hand back down to rest by her shoulder.
"Stop being hurtful," Mariah reiterated, mimicking Aria's earlier, pitiful tone. Her lips pursed thoughtfully, though, and with a sigh, the elder Shadows looked back over the landscape. "You're just seeing what you want to see."
"I keep an open mind. You refuse to see what's right in front of you," Aria said, trying to push for Mariah to understand the difference. Her older sister was as stubborn as ever, though. Knowing that there wasn't much she really could do to change her mind, Aria sighed, and instead of pushing further, she did what she could to keep what little bit of Mariah's attention she still had -- downplaying. "Just try to keep an open mind to those who cross your path in the coming days... If anything, he's just a sign that your time is coming and leave it at that."
It was a beat before Mariah found the words. "I will, Aria..." she sighed. "I'll keep an open mind."
Aria knew Mariah better than she might've known herself. A beat was hesitation. Hesitation meant there was a crack in her otherwise unwavering stubborn ways. Even if Mariah still didn't want to admit to anything yet, at least she was starting to understand. "Good," she beamed, sitting herself up from Mariah's lap and spinning to face her. "Then I should let you rest. You," she sang, "have an eventful day tomorrow." There was a mischievous glint in her eyes, as if she knew something Mariah didn't.
Naturally, that expression set Mariah on edge in an instant. "Another one of your schemes?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Maybe... Maybe not. It's not as fun if I tell you." Aria grinned, poking Mariah on the nose before leaning back, her humanoid figure fading back into darkness. "Just remember," her words echoed, "keep an open mind.”
In the time in took to blink, Aria was here and gone. Now alone, Mariah took in a deep breath and allowed an extra moment here in the serenity of her mind to sift through all the conversations, the battles -- everything she could have pulled something to learn. It was as if her sister's words were now so easily laced within the memory of those happenings. 'You refuse to see what's right in front of you.' Perhaps there was truth in those words, but for now, there was nothing more she could do about it. With a final sigh, Mariah breathed in deep, and the caress of the forest breeze faded away from her senses.
The next time Mariah opened up her eyes, she found herself back in Gavin's room. Her hardened expression was the first thing to fall back over her, her narrowed gaze finding the flute on the wall. The totems Aria asked about, the birds. With a shake of her head, Mariah leaned back, feeling the comfort of the bed meet her back. Comfort. Common courtesy. She scoffed. If anything, she would simply stare at the ceiling for the few hours she had left. She would need to leave before the rest of the Academy awoke, to not draw suspicion, but she had a feeling that sleep would evade her for most of the night anyway. Gavin's words were now intertwined with her sister's, both now raging on in her head to chase away what little time she had to sleep away. At least she could rest.
Unbeknownst to Mariah, it was only a few minutes before those comforts she so easily ridiculed lulled her to sleep anyway.
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Dec 11, 2018 0:42:53 GMT -8
Post by Spectres of Midnight on Dec 11, 2018 0:42:53 GMT -8
While a few of the students moved on to the library, most opted to return to their rooms for the time being. Cayne and Elysta entered his room with Cayne turning back to his friend the moment the door shut.
"And you were all worried that things were going slow. I told you to trust me. Our plan will work. Gavin's training will give us the power to we need to get out of here."
Elysta gave a nod. The day Duvrax made his move against Gavin and all that followed was enough to quiet her mind on her doubt. And with the day's lesson, it only further reinforced the resolve that had been shaken.
"You're right, Cayne. I got a little too hasty in my belief. I had heard that the Sith grew with power quickly. But seeing that Gavin follows a different approach, it'll take longer; however, I suspect what we do gain will make us even stronger than typical Sith. Especially if he believes we'll be strong enough to stand up to the Sith'ari." She gave a smile that was darker than usual. With her doubt gone, the fear faded with it, leaving only the anger and hate. It wouldn't be just about running anymore. She wouldn't be satisfied until they were all dead at her feet. With that agreement, they both began the hour long session of manipulating the twenty, smaller rocks they now had, refining their Force control.
Cinnik had returned as well with Carvish, though they each went to their own rooms. The Echani decided to take a nap for the time being until dinner time, seeking to rest up from the energy expended in training. Cinnik, however, chose to slip into meditation. He found the exercise relaxing. Out of them all, he preferred to avoid fighting though he knew it couldn't always be so. So the evasion techniques were his most favorable approach. But even then, he couldn't always get away without throwing a punch and hurting another. So that was why he chose to devote himself to the combat lessons, to keep himself alive when there were no other options. The darkness in him was the weakest of the group.
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Post by Arielle Klassen on Feb 4, 2019 13:06:55 GMT -8
Having been dismissed from the Headmaster's office, Arielle had made her way back to the dorms. Finding her bunk, she crawled up on to it, crossed her legs and closed her eyes. She needed to clear her mind. And while she didn't know how to completely empty her mind yet, she could center herself and reflect on what the Sith'ari had said to her.
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Feb 8, 2019 15:22:17 GMT -8
Post by Spectres of Midnight on Feb 8, 2019 15:22:17 GMT -8
With the day's training at an end, the group split up as they typically did. Either to further their skills, their studies, or simply to just enjoy their free time, the had all scattered about the academy. Cavish and Cinnik decided to head back to the dorms to rest for a while before working on their meditations. Out of all of the students, it was these two that were the most laid back and carefree. While they pushed and progressed with the others, they agreed that their approach forward was different than the others. With Gavin's question of who they were, knowing that they desired a calm usually unseen within the Sith was the heart of their strength. And so, they put more emphasis into their meditations, seeking to connect with the Force and become one with it and its ebbs and flows.
During their discussion, they ended up stopping in front of Arielle's room, suddenly finding themselves caught up with the current developments of their own training.
"Wait, wait, wait. Exactly how far did you get into your meditations?" Carvish placed a hand upon Cinnik's shoulder, bringing them a halt.
The Nautolan couldn't help but laugh, feeling a bit of doubt and jealousy from his friend.
"Like I said, yesterday I was able to slip deep enough that I could feel the Force flowing around me like I was sitting in a river. The flow was so calming. I swear I could almost see the current running around and through me. I know the majority of the Sith see the Force as a tool to be mastered, but I think perhaps there's more to it. True, we need to control the flow so to use it, but I think it might pay to learn and let it flow through us, similar to how the Jedi supposedly see it. If anything, there may be something to gain from trying to combine those mindsets."
"Don't get so loud!" The Echani whispered harshly. "I can certainly understand where you're coming from, but we don't need anyone hearing. Sure, Gavin would understand, but it's likely that you may draw unwanted attention. Maybe people will see you as a traitor to the Sith or something." Taking a breath to calm him down, he continued on in his casual tone. "But I should definitely try to get to that level. It'd most likely help further my Force control. I think I've pushed ahead to controlling sixty pebbles now. Don't need to use my hands or even close my eyes to focus anymore."
"Sixty? Man, I need to put some more effort into that part. I only just reach fifty and it's taking a little bit of focus." Cinnik placed a hand against his head in a slightly embarrassed frustration. "Well, I do love this aspect of training we've been given. It helps gives mental clarity while refining our focus and control of the Force. Perhaps I should look into utilizing that mindset with my combat skills."
Carvish nodded as they began to walk again, heading for their own rooms.
"Might be a good idea to try. Seems like it'd be a good fit for you."
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Feb 11, 2019 15:44:57 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2019 15:44:57 GMT -8
Inside of Vendel's Dorm Room.Vendel Kostas' dorm room looked like all the other dorm rooms within the Sith Academy. A single bed, a dresser, some shelves and of course a personal refresher. Inside of Vendel's dresser were spare tunics and clothing, and sitting on his shelves were holocrons that contain history of the Sith, Galactic Conflicts, and of course the history of the Academy. Vendel was sitting in the center of his room, meditating on the progress of his training. Vendel liked to spend some of his free time, practicing an advanced darkside technique called Darkshear. He felt that if he could master this technique it would give him an edge against the other students. He was making progress on mastering it, but it was going slower than he would like. Vendel opened an eye as he heard a group of younger students in the hall talking to each other. To Vendel it sounded like they were further down the hall from him, but their voices were carried across the silence of the hallways. All he could make out of their conversation was that they were young and to be honest he didn't really care what they were talking about. Closing his eye, Vendel went back to his meditation. For when he was sure that nobody would be in the training area, he would go and practice the Darkshear technique for a few hours.
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Arielle Klassen
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Feb 24, 2019 10:05:47 GMT -8
Post by Arielle Klassen on Feb 24, 2019 10:05:47 GMT -8
With the day's training at an end, the group split up as they typically did. Either to further their skills, their studies, or simply to just enjoy their free time, the had all scattered about the academy. Cavish and Cinnik decided to head back to the dorms to rest for a while before working on their meditations. Out of all of the students, it was these two that were the most laid back and carefree. While they pushed and progressed with the others, they agreed that their approach forward was different than the others. With Gavin's question of who they were, knowing that they desired a calm usually unseen within the Sith was the heart of their strength. And so, they put more emphasis into their meditations, seeking to connect with the Force and become one with it and its ebbs and flows.
During their discussion, they ended up stopping in front of Arielle's room, suddenly finding themselves caught up with the current developments of their own training.
"Wait, wait, wait. Exactly how far did you get into your meditations?" Carvish placed a hand upon Cinnik's shoulder, bringing them a halt.
The Nautolan couldn't help but laugh, feeling a bit of doubt and jealousy from his friend.
"Like I said, yesterday I was able to slip deep enough that I could feel the Force flowing around me like I was sitting in a river. The flow was so calming. I swear I could almost see the current running around and through me. I know the majority of the Sith see the Force as a tool to be mastered, but I think perhaps there's more to it. True, we need to control the flow so to use it, but I think it might pay to learn and let it flow through us, similar to how the Jedi supposedly see it. If anything, there may be something to gain from trying to combine those mindsets."
"Don't get so loud!" The Echani whispered harshly. "I can certainly understand where you're coming from, but we don't need anyone hearing. Sure, Gavin would understand, but it's likely that you may draw unwanted attention. Maybe people will see you as a traitor to the Sith or something." Taking a breath to calm him down, he continued on in his casual tone. "But I should definitely try to get to that level. It'd most likely help further my Force control. I think I've pushed ahead to controlling sixty pebbles now. Don't need to use my hands or even close my eyes to focus anymore."
"Sixty? Man, I need to put some more effort into that part. I only just reach fifty and it's taking a little bit of focus." Cinnik placed a hand against his head in a slightly embarrassed frustration. "Well, I do love this aspect of training we've been given. It helps gives mental clarity while refining our focus and control of the Force. Perhaps I should look into utilizing that mindset with my combat skills."
Carvish nodded as they began to walk again, heading for their own rooms.
"Might be a good idea to try. Seems like it'd be a good fit for you." "You need to focus yourselves better..." The others were strong in the force sure, but Arielle was one of the strongest to have been recruited in a long time. And it was showing. Perhaps they would be in awe of her, or perhaps they would resent her. She really didn't care either way. She was here to become the strongest Sith here. Stronger than the Sith'ari, even. Which, with the correct training and some patience on her part, it was certainly an achievable goal... |
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Feb 24, 2019 10:37:33 GMT -8
Post by Spectres of Midnight on Feb 24, 2019 10:37:33 GMT -8
The two stopped as they heard a voice come from one of the rooms. Looking around for a moment, Cinnik noticed a look of agitation upon Carvish's face. If anything, he seemed insulted at the words. The voice didn't sound familiar and thus claiming that they needed focus better when the girl didn't know them was irritating. They had begun taking pride in their lessons and the knowledge they gained, especially when seeing that their skills placed them at a level capable of facing defeating students four years their superior.
Just as Carvish was starting to walk back to the door to call out to the one behind it, Cinnik placed a hand upon his shoulder.
"Calm yourself, my friend. Don't let the words frustrate you. We have seen the effectiveness of Master Phoenix's training. Based on what the majority of the other students have been undergoing, ours has been proving to be far more beneficial, even if its mostly the basics. Come. Let's not waste time with such foolishness as petty fights and arguments. We have more important things to do."
Carivish thought of forcing away from Cinnik as his hand touched his shoulder. However, the words his friend spoke were true. He couldn't let his pride in his training blind him and force him into an unnecessary confrontation. He'd only be turning himself into Duvrax the day his anger and pride had him call out Gavin, which ended badly for the Zabrak. Letting out a small sigh, he took a deep breath before nodding as he let his mind center itself once more.
"You're right. I can't let others disrupt my focus. That's a sure fire way of losing a fight and losing the effectiveness of our training. Let's go." Turning, he followed behind the Nautolan. true they had a long ways to go, but he remembered what Gavin told them a years ago. He intended to make them strong enough to face down the Sith'ari. Maybe not capable of beating him unless they pushed themselves to such a level, but capable of making it a challenge for the leader of the Sith. That would be an accomplishment all on its own. From that point, all of those training under Gavin had had a change of heart and accepted their training with new understanding. And they had seen how effective it had been thus far and that was only after a year of training. They were now halfway through their second year and so many other things had been taught to them. In the end, they both truly believed that when he was finished training them, they'd be some of the most powerful in the Blackguard.
And that thought was what kept all of them training even when their lessons were over for the day, just as they sought to do now.
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Feb 28, 2019 9:54:15 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2019 9:54:15 GMT -8
Inside of Vendel's Dorm room.
Vendel had returned to his room after spending a few hours practicing a advanced force technique. His late night training had taken a lot out of him, but he was starting to get the hang of it and with a little more time and practice he should be able to perform the technique with tiring so easily. Vendel climbed into bed and began to wonder what the future held for him, and shortly after he drifted to sleep.
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Arielle Klassen
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Mar 1, 2019 7:59:56 GMT -8
Post by Arielle Klassen on Mar 1, 2019 7:59:56 GMT -8
Still hovering above her bed, eyes watching the two boys leave, a smirk of pride crossed Arielle's lips. She had almost managed to goad them into a fight. Almost. If anyone wanted to test themselves, Arielle was more than willing to throw down. Even if the Headmaster disliked her doing so. Wild and untamed potential coursed through her. If she could harness it, it would be the downfall of them all...
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Mar 3, 2019 10:01:26 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2019 10:01:26 GMT -8
Xasros Ozzel was a male Zabrak who was meditating in his dorm room. He could sense the coming and goings of several students both younger and older then him. He could sense his partner in crime Aurra in the academy library, she was most likely looking at old tomes again. He never really liked staring at dusty old pages, he focused more on his training and trying to find a Sith Lord that would take him on as an apprentice.
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