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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Dec 31, 2015 6:39:22 GMT -8
Bedrovelse stands before his pupils with almost overbearing sense of superiority and pride. Hevn's back is rigid as a board, and at his full height gave him an imposing shadow and look of regal nature if not for his complexion. His prosthetic jaw pushes tight against his skin as he smiles, cruel and gray at their silence.
"Exquisite. I shall commence."
Bedrovelse extends his hand toward a small case on a table by the wall. It opens softly and a lightsaber hilt floats to his hand. Hevn takes a few steps forward with his palm extended so that his students may observe it. Simple. Silver. Tough and sturdy looking. It possessed a very oddly grooved handle, and was void of any ignition switch.
"Master Eversio was a practical and organized man. You may also find him recorded in our Dark Jedi lore as the Zealot. His legacy is firm and as important as any among those I will educate you upon. Stoic. Emotionless. Yet driven by some force within, whatever darkness was his to bear, controlled with his pin point accurate focus. His clarity was born in our doctrines. Ones he helped write before our fall. He was the protector and enforcer of our code."
Hevn twirls the lightsaber through his prosthetic fingers, a meticulously practiced motion.
"Master Eversio was excellent with a lightsaber. A duelist whose very presence made your heart cower in your chest before he split you in half. The usual end to his foes as his mastery was of trakata."
Hevn extends the hilt and it flies back to its home in the case. The cover clipped shut to seal it.
"His lightsaber is useless to us. It requires a force trigger, of which I cannot locate. On my own however..."
Bedrovelse removes a lightsaber from his belt. Electrum gold, with the same oddly shaped grip.
"The grip is formed to your hand, so it feels like an extension of yourself. So that you can feel the force flow between you and the blade. Implanting a force trigger may be as simple as placing one in your hilt, but the touch you have to put on that trigger is much like picking a lock. Given Master Eversio's focus, it is beyond my scope to find."
A thought crossed Bedrovelse suddenly that made him grin shortly to himself before explaining.
"Eversio is why the Dark Jedi wear dueling gauntlets religiously. A small sidenote that most of us carried a little extra trick in our gloves. Sleeping darts. Poisoned claws. Flying blades. Flechette rounds. Something nasty in a clinch."
Hevn smiles wickedly before gesturing toward himself.
"Poisoned ejectable claws. If you rise from initiates you may be outfitted with your own."
The smile faded as he left that fatal floating nuclear 'if'.
"Perhaps I should teach you respect for trakata by inspiring your terror and pain."
Hevn's frigid angry eyes leer over the pair of them for a long moment before he slowly paces backward. One to the other, back and forth seizing them up as he retreats.
Eversio's memory brought Bedrovelse spite and pain upon from which he could draw. He lets it crackle and burn in his chest and lets the fire spread from his arm to his hand. The fire roaring and swirling in his veins, through his fingers, and into the bright golden hilt in his hand.
As Hevn halts a bright angry red blade erupts from the hilt in his hand with a hiss.
Truthfully the only reasons Hevn might win such a bout were a greater grasp of the force, and was outstandingly durable. What Hevn was analyzing, and envisioning was how he might go about such an attack. Bedrovelse was a brutal and punishing foe. Eversio was elegant, a painter with the sword. Each stroke was purposeful and deadly.
"Raise your lightsabers in defense."
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Post by Kali Helaine on Jan 1, 2016 6:17:22 GMT -8
At any other time, Kali would feel an extreme amount of discomfort with the unknown, but with training this was different, with training it was taking the unknown and making it known.
Kali hated surprises, she hated not knowing what was going on around her, not knowing where she was going or what was going to happen next and why, This was the reason behind her incessant questioning. Knowledge bought her security and this was the driving force of her quest for knowledge. There were some situations however where she found herself pleasantly surprised by her excitement of the unknown and this was one of those moments. In moments like these there was a sense of excitement, but then these moments were controlled. She trusted Hevn and trusted that no harm would come to her….at least other than that which was expected during training.
Part of the excitement here came from the knowledge that Hevn was about to impart a great deal of knowledge and with that knowledge came Kali’s own quest for empowerment. She was one step closer to her goal and that was to never become enslaved in any form again.
Her gaze followed the aim of Hevns hand as it reached out toward the case on the table on the other side of the room, she watched puzzled as the lid opened and a saber exited the box. She was puzzled as she knew Hevns own sabers, she had seen him wield them in battle, but this was a hilt she had not seen before. Her gaze followed it as it moved across the room and fell into his grasp. She studied the detail upon it as Hevn spoke while in her mind she was wondering as to the triggers he mentioned. Hevn had obviously recovered far more from his fallen brothers than she had previously thought; this excited her as it gave her far more to learn.
While he spoke she listened carefully making mental notes as he did so, something she would later add to her own journals.
The journals were something of which she had decided only that morning, to begin. So much had happened within such a short space of time that she was worried that she was going to forget vital pieces of information. She wanted to use them as a guide to her training, a tool of which she could go back to for reference whilst also recording her growth and a way of her learning from her mistakes and the mistakes of others.
While he spoke of the gauntlets, Kali decided then that in the evening she would begin to draw up some drafts for her own. The ‘if’ he had added did not deter her, she was determined not to fail, in fact it only served to make her want it more.
Hevn
"Perhaps I should teach you respect for trakata by inspiring your terror and pain."
She heard these words and felt a small amount of confusion. It was the ‘inspiring your terror and pain’ that made her confused whilst also very wary. He was an unpredictable character and his mind had the ability to work in the most darkest of ways and the look upon his face made her feel that this was one of those times in which that part of his nature was going to reveal itself.
While Hevn begins to pace, without conscious thought, Kali’s right hand comes to rest on the hilt of her own saber, it sits there ready for whatever may come next.
At his instruction, Kali unclips the curved hilt from her belt and activates the ice blue blade.
Immediately and fluidly her stance changes. She turns to her left with her right foot facing Hevn and her left foot behind her supporting her weight. Her upper body is turned slightly facing him with her saber in both hands before her torso.
Her gaze is unfaltering as she watches him closely waiting for the smallest of movements to indicate his next move.
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Post by Magus Serendor on Jan 2, 2016 1:33:05 GMT -8
Magus watched as the silver lightsaber floated over to Hevn. The saber matched the description of its owner. It was not a flashy item, yet it resonated with a certain power that felt as thought it were leaking from it. A lingering presence seemed to call out to the young initiate. It seemed as though there were some echo of its owner reprimanding him for seeing it only as a device to be studied and not also the powerful weapon that it had been in Eversio's hands. Magus pushed aside the feeling, hoping it was some remnant of his work with Barradius' projects. The mention of trakata helped him to bring his focus back to the room. Asemi had gone out of his way to harp on the use of trakata. "A Gray is smart enough to know not to shut off his saber in dire situations. Would a knight ride to battle without his armor?" His former master's words bounced around in his head. Silence, fool! You are my master no longer, Magus nearly shouted the words aloud, catching himself only moments before making the mistake. He made a mental note to experiment on the matter of a force trigger on his own saber.
He raised an eyebrow at the sight of Hevn's saber. His heart beat faster when Hevn expanded upon the topic of the force trigger. He wondered if the Dark Jedi was powerful enough to have sense his thoughts. According to much of his readings, the topic was hotly debated on both sides of the force. The most common conclusion among the Jedi being that those who claimed to read the minds of others had simply glimpsed the future and already knew what the other person would say. Their Sith counterparts had been much more open to the idea, many of them claiming to have read minds at some point in their existence. He put aside his thoughts on mind readers and considered the idea of dueling gauntlets. Asemi had mentioned them on more than one occasion, usually as a type of armor more than a handy surprise weapon to add to the arsenal. Magus couldn't help but wonder if Hevn would also be teaching them of the importance of knowing how to defend against such a tactic.
He braced himself at the sight of Hevn's smile. Magus knew that others would assume his own experiences with pain and terror would be non-existent, but that was not so. True, he was not some maligned youth whose childhood drove him to the dark side, but neither concept was foreign to him. He looked forward to a different approach toward such concepts. Asemi had taken on a similar approach as the Jedi when it came to terror. A Gray was not to wield, succumb, or harness terror. Simple and safe, Magus thought as his old master's teaching flashed through his head. The young man was tired of simple and safe.
His hand hovered near his side as the red blade spewed forth from the hilt. He altered his stance, letting the force flow through him as he took one of the sabers at his hip and ignited it. The blood red blade shot forth with a hum. His left foot was positioned away from Hevn, with his left hand resting next to the remaining saber at his hilt. He pointed his right foot at Hevn with his torso mostly facing the Dark Jedi. His right arm was extended slightly toward Bedrovelse and his saber was tilted so that it was between his torso and his opponent. The hand that hung near his former master's saber, his left hand, shook ever so slightly.
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Jan 2, 2016 5:59:26 GMT -8
Hevn has great difficulty setting aside his own analytical dissection of his underlings. In a flash how to destroy them was evident, but that was picking apart their weaknesses and using a physical advantage over them. He could not demonstrate trakata if he took his own advice, and such ignorance in a logical man was abrasive to his filthy soul.
Hevn would go right for Magus, running in and sliding to kick out an ankle while slashing up and into the middle to for both sabers to defend, or at least one to come after him a little slower. Hevn would depend on Kali's questioning of his boldness to slow her and their combined in experience in working together to make them obstacles to one another instead of assets.
No. Hevn thought of another way. A bloodier road. There would be knowledge and pain for all. Bloody revelations.
Bedrovelse lets the dragon inside him burn with the savage hatred he harbored for the traitors he left in ash. Yet at his exterior he stays cool as snow. Simply the calm before the storm as Hevn lets all of his fury tear through him at once. Like a bolt of lightning he explodes into life.
Bedrovelse Hevn's leer held them only one moment longer before he tore into action. As Kali had entered first, she stood to his right. Magus, a "fair distance" was gauged to be three arm lengths or about six feet, to the left of her. Bedrovelse's long cyborg legs carry him forward in two quick bounds before the ground cracks underneath him, and his body goes into a torpedo spin that as reaching its peak height precisely between Kali and Magus unleashes a vicious radiant humming swipe from the lightsaber.
As the pair were facing the same direction, he chose to throw himself into the gap between. As his blade lashes out toward Magus, who faces him directly toward the middle, his objective is to choke his saber's blade, passing through Magus's guard and tagging his right shoulder with a shallow cut to the top at the meat. This would mean whatever strike Magus may counter with if fast enough to catch Hevn, and chooses not to defend, would definitely land on Bedrovelse.
As the blade passes from Magus it will arc toward Kali from a lower angle by which he would again attempt to achieve passing his blade through her guard if she turned fast enough, and tagging the top of her right shoulder. As with his first attack, he was banking on his quick and ferocious pressure to put them on their back foot and incidentally show them the power and surprise of trakata. If Kali retaliated it could be at his coming down to land quickly finishing his flip and preparing his best to defend after so courageously making the choice to leave his feet.
Hopefully one move would be enough to show them one, or two things. The first of which was that trakata was an outstandingly deadly technique to be used by the practiced and skilled. There were none as skilled as Eversio and to master such a thing took great focus. The second was that Hevn could take just about any beating and get up with the same frigid stare and blood thirsty grin. If it came to that.
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Post by Magus Serendor on Jan 2, 2016 21:26:22 GMT -8
The young man readied himself as he waited for Hevn to deliver his training. Things were already progressing at a much faster rate than with Asemi. His former master had been slow to act and even slower to train a student.
Magus' first instinct was to distance himself from his attacker, but he decided otherwise. He grabbed hold of his hilt with both hands and anticipated Hevn's attack. The use of trakata threw him off, but he still managed to attempt a wild swipe as Hevn's blade seared into his shoulder. He stumbled backward and watched as the Dark Jedi continue his assault on the other initiate.
The pain amplified Magus' connection to the force. It was far from the first time that he experienced such a thing, but never mingled with terror and exhilaration. He drew it all in, the flow felt wild and raw. It caused him to wonder if it always seemed that way or it was more because it was new to him.
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Post by Kali Helaine on Jan 3, 2016 6:32:47 GMT -8
Kali knew of Hevns speed, she had seen it but what she had not expected was how disarming it was to those who were facing him in combat. In a sense she was grateful to have had the little experience in battle she had gained during the heist, had she not have fought then she would not have the confidence she had now.
She slowed her breathing and her mind and focused on Hevn in his entirety though this did not little as he flew into action.
As Hevn moved with great speed to Magus, Kali followed, turning her own body in accordance. She was facing him now as the blade came in her direction, She watched the choking of the blade as it hit Magus and this, instinctively, forced her to step back with her weight now resting upon her right foot. Still holding her saber with both hands she angled the blade and pushed it out toward him defensively angled across her torso with the base of her blade at her right hip and the tip at her left shoulder, it was her attempt to block the blade if he tried the same with her.
This act was done in vein for sooner had she realised he had once more choked the blade beyond her own, she felt the searing pain of his cut into her right shoulder.
With a feral scream her eyes hardened and her glare intensified and she spun upon her right foot, dropping to her right knee when facing him again and swung her blade out at arms length, low in order to slice whatever part of him she could reach.
Despite her anger and the pain, deep down she knew that she was feeling that rush of adrenaline once more, the rush she felt during the heist. It was the lust for battle and the high it bought with it.
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Jan 6, 2016 14:42:07 GMT -8
There was no pleasant way to comprehend the scenario. Hevn felt his blade lick out to bite the shoulder of each initiate successfully, and knew that their best efforts had been focused on retaliation. Even as Hevn spun through the air and focused himself on the landing and recovery, he bites into his resolve to brace for the pain.
The first wave of pain sinks into his gut as Magus strikes him. Rotating through the air, the man's wild swipe tears into the belly of his robes igniting them in a brilliant flash of orange and a spray of synthetic bloody fluid as the wound cauterizes and his abdomen erupts in fire. He pain focused him, slowing time and giving him that extra ounce of wrist flick to catch the girl as she turned to fight him. Her scream momentarily deafens him as his feet touch the ground and her blue blade lashes out to kiss him back. The tip of her saber meets his retreating face at the edge of his lip, tearing into his cheek and prosthetic jaw in a shower of sparks.
Hevn backs away from the pair with a savagely bloody smile. The clear loser of the exchange, he revels in his pain. In the taste of the blood seeping from the burning crack in his mouth. The metal her saber touched in his face was burning up his skin and everything underneath it. The side of his head burned and his belly roared after being split open. With a silent sinister grins he brings his own burning red blade to his belly to seal the wound better. It's hiss accompanied by smoke as synthetic flesh and more robe burn away. The fire on the side of his head rains ash and soot from the corner of his mouth. Burned metal armored plate appearing where one would assume his cheek and jaw bones to be.
Bedrovelse relinquishes the blade to his saber.
"And that, is enough."
Smoke poured from his burning mouth like a dragon as he raises finger tips to the corner of his face, eyeing up Kali and Magus. Their shoulders each sported a coil of rising smoke where he had tagged them. Hevn uses a free arm to gesture to himself, head to toe.
"With one strike, aimed more truly, you would both have perished. This is the power of trakata. The beauty of it. Though Eversio's dance was far more elegant than I can repeat, I assure you he would not have made the mistake of being hit. This body is a heavy and cumbersome thing. Your greatest defense against the skill comes from Soresu. A defensive form of lightsaber combat that demands you effectively keep your blade close to your body."
Hevn spits a thick wad of blood from his mouth to the floor, and then demonstrates a few of the defensive postures as his red blade flourishes to life. He shows them, close and personally, how to keep the wrists flexible and yet tight to the core so that a simple turn of the elbows in a two handed grip provides effective defense close to the body.
"Trakata is an evasive and cunning technique. Most often used as a part of ataru, or makashi, or my ferocity form. As you develop with your blades I will stress I will put greater stress on those tactics, though you will find them rare in the galaxy at large today. As a Dark Jedi you are a warrior first. Your quick adjustment to battle was satisfactory. Both of you. Steeping yourselves in what you know, and what you need to be prepared is important. The faster you can do it, the better the force will help you react to various threats you encounter. Mind your feelings. Trust them. Your hearts will guide you, though you must control them."
As Hevn places the saber at his belt he grins toward the initiates again. He could hear their hearts pound. Feel their sweat bubble forth at their brows and collar.
"I challenge each of you to clear your minds now. Immediately after the heat of battle. Adjusting and controlling your mentality is important for each scenario you encounter. It is the only way to remain consistent and clear as many threats converge on you. "
Bedrovelse opens a panel on the wall, and tapping the screen summons a training scenario. Two targets appear at the far edge of the room on the wall. Two tables are moved in front of those targets, at great distance, with black blocks sitting on top of them. One was wood, one steel, and the next lead. Hevn gestures toward the table, and for his initiates to follow toward them.
With the force, he raises a block of lead, hovering above his palm. It leaps from his hand with a thump through the air to plow into the target and small the wall. Dust and smoke rising from it's point of impact in the bulls eye. Hevn rips the block out of the wall, and allows it to return to the table.
"Master Eversio was a master of telekinesis, above all. His skill with control was so great that no object was beyond his ability to manipulate with the force. You will notice the blocks vary in weight. At least you will notice that now, until you are more used to using your force senses. You must overcome the limitations that science and physics place upon your ability to believe. Each and every one of these can be lifted just as easily as the next. You must use your mind to conquer small things such as the weight of matter. You must establish control and belief in the force. If ever you can master such a thing...."
Hevn allows the block to settle on his palm for a moment longer this time. With a deep breath he focuses on the block in his hand, and clearing his mind of all except the path of it's projected flight. With a grunt the object does not just jump and fly, but tears out of his hand with a loud explosive sound. The block hurls through the air faster than the plain eye could see, although their force instincts all helped them comprehend better than that. It flew faster this time. Impacted more powerfully and noticeably so.
"You may know ballistakinesis. The ability to accelerate even objects the size of a grav train to slug thrower like speeds for catastrophic impact. It was Eversio's most attuned act of telekinesis, and as far as I knew he could perform most of them. We have holos of his teachings in telekinesis, and mind over matter for review if either of you wish to pursue it on your own time. Today I will focus on your mastery of these blocks, the objects in your environment you will seize and use against opponents. Work on your control. Your accuracy. Work on your speed and power last of all. Your aim and stability first."
Hevn moves away from the targets, giving way for his initiates to begin practice.
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Post by Kali Helaine on Jan 7, 2016 0:16:14 GMT -8
Her scream had been born more of frustration than of anger. It was frustration at herself for not having the ability to have prevented her new injury, more than at Hevn for inflicting it. She had learnt very quickly, and had accepted the face that Hevns methods of training his initiates were less than conventional.
The wound to her shoulder that she had received during the heist had been freshly healed and now, though not as severe, it had, in part, been reopened and this had amplified her frustrations.
While rising to her feet Kali looked down upon her shoulder and pulled at the hole in her new jacket to view the wound beneath it. The wound itself had been cauterised but the flesh around it looked angry, but at least it was clean, surprisingly she was more frustrated that an item of her new clothing had already been damaged, over receiving a new scar. She surmised that before long her skin as well as her clothing was going to be resembling that of a patchwork quilt!
With her blade de-activated she begins unzipping her jacket Kali removed it revealing a simple black vest beneath. She rolled her jacket into a ball and threw it to the wall nearest the door, all the while listening carefully that all Hevn spoke of.
As her jacket lands Kali’s gaze turns to Hevn and then her full visual focus remains, so much so that as he begins to demonstrate the art of Soresu (and it was an art and once mastered it was truly beautiful), she mirrors the moves herself with her own saber hilt.
Kali was continuing to repeat the manoeuvre over again as Hevn challenged them to clear their minds, in response to the challenge; Kali clipped her saber to her hip belt and placed her hand upon the hilt as she began to draw upon the energy from the ice crystal contained within it. The elements it contained helped her focus and order her mind and this time was no different from the times she had used it before.
She ran her hand around her neck freeing the few hairs that had escaped the confinement of the hair band from the beads of sweat that now lay upon her neck, irritating her skin. She repeated this motion upon her forehead and smoothed the hairs back over her head, all the while watching Bedrovelse.
Whilst Bedrovelse displayed his use of telekenisis, Kali felt a moment of trepidation. She had used it during the heist, so her faith in her ability to perform it was not in question; her trepidation came from the ability to control smaller objects with such accuracy. To use large objects to hit a target was child’s play, to use a small object to hit a precise target was not so easy. She had never tried such a feat before, well, not that she was aware given her limited memory, so her confidence in her ability to perform this task was well was low.
As if reading her mind Bedrovelse began to speak of belief and control, essentially trust in the ability of the force, trusting it enough and believing in its capabilities enough to believe such feats are possible.
She had complete faith in the force, with all she had witnessed during the heist she would be foolish not to. Kali’s trouble would come from confidence in her ability to wield the force and having a fellow initiate beside her, watching her made her more afraid of failing and served to make her push herself more than ever before.
Her curious gaze lies upon the block in the hand of Bedrovelse with it periodically flicking upon to his bloodied face. She had given up along time ago wondering what was going on in his mind and what he was to do next, so it was now just a moment of waiting for the reveal of both.
Her head snaps toward the target as the block whips from his hand and impacted the target. As it did so, the glimpse of grin lifted the corners of her mouth.
Inspiration was not something Kali was lacking in, she had seen more than enough to make her ravenous for the abilities that she had seen in her time with Bedrovelse, but this was a gentle reminder of what she was aiming for.
It was such a brief and simplistic display of what the Force enabled a user to do, but it the possibilities of such a skill were endless.
In Kali’s mind it meant that, regardless of size could become a deadly weapon, with such speed and force even the smallest of stones could penetrate the skull or the chest and with the knowledge of anatomy and the ability to hit a specific area, it made it deadly.
While Bedrovelse moved aside, Kali stepped to the side of the table and lifted the lightest of blocks into her hand. Temptation would have had her lift the heaviest in order to test herself and try and rush through her training, but patience and common sense would lead her down the path more quickly and would help her hone her skills to a more exacting standard.
She released the hand that rest upon the hilt of her saber and focused upon the block, firstly practising lifting the block from her hand and making it rest upon it once more in the exact same place from which it had sat previously, not a difficult task but one she repeated easily for a minute or more. She did this wanting to overcome her own negative thoughts but also as a warm up to what was to come next.
Next she repeatedly and slowly, sent the block from her hand over to the target and hitting the centre circle of the target. She did this slowly, again to allow herself to become comfortable with the use of the force with such a small projectile, but also to allow herself to become comfortable with the manoeuvre itself.
Now comfortable with it, with each successful throw, she increased the speed with its successor, relinquishing the hold on the block with the force further from the target each time.
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Post by Magus Serendor on Jan 8, 2016 14:02:16 GMT -8
Magus felt a shiver on his spine as he saw Hevn's reaction to the pain. He knew well the ability to draw upon pain to amplify his connection to the force, but never had he seen somebody whose acceptance of the pain was so great that there was no visible hint of negative impact from the pain. The young Dark Jedi initiate felt a hint of jealousy for that. He also wondered just how much of Bedrovelse was man and how much was machine. Their previous conversation and simply the look of the Dark Jedi himself told part of the truth and Magus knew that this man would be integral to his own learning on cyborgs, robots, and the like.
He extinguished his saber and began moving his arm to assess the depth of the strike. The pain did more than just allow for another venue from which to draw from the force, it also added to his knowledge base on what he could withstand before his arm became next to useless. He found himself strangely appreciative to Asemi for forcing him to memorize the anatomy of dozens of species, including his own. His mind already had some idea of how the strike had injured him. He snapped his attention back to Hevn as he made the gesture. His eyes widened ever so slightly when the Dark Jedi mentioned the complexity that his body had added to the maneuver. It made the young man want to know more about how well this Eversio had been able to use trakata. He watched as Bedrovelse demonstrated the various techniques of Soresu. His mind filed them away for later use. There was no small measure of anger directed at Barradius. That fool only taught me the basics, he thought. It had been easy to know that his former master had been holding back with him, but it was becoming more apparent that the man had seen him as less than an apprentice, at least in the matters of saber fighting.
Magus took in a deep breath as he cleared his mind. It was a difficult thing for him to do, not because of the pain or rush of adrenaline, but rather because his mind wanted to analyze everything that had transpired. Hevn's words made sense. In an actual battle situation, the victor would not always have time to catalog the fight before being faced with his next issue. His attention was drawn from the two targets to the two tables. He followed as Hevn and Kali headed toward the tables.
His mind was filled with confidence as he watched Hevn pull the lead block toward himelf. It had taken Asemi some time to get Magus to understand how someone could raise a heavy object as thought it were nothing, but as soon as it had clicked, the young man had taken to telekinesis. His skill was nothing close to what Hevn had displayed, but he felt sure of his ability to pick up on the lesson. As Bedrovelse spoke of Eversio's mastering of telekinesis, he thought back to the times where he would practice by hovering objects while reading through Asemi's archives. He felt somewhat in awe when he heard that one could master the ability to the point of not noticing a difference between wood and lead. The feeling was quickly replaced with a bit of tension as he watched the block accelerate out of Hevn's hand. He filed away the concept of ballistakinesis, wanting very much to revisit the task and view said holos. Magus quickly found himself wondering if he would have enough time in the day with all of what he wanted to experiment with. He resolved to discuss the matter with Bedrovelse at a later point in time.
Magus took a deep breath as he stepped up to one of the two tables. He did his best to focus on his own task and not of his fellow initiate who was also approaching the other table. The wood block floated off the table as he raised his hand. It floated into his palm as he moved his focus toward the target. His arrogance pushed him to lift the steel block as well, but he pushed aside the feeling. He had plenty of time to prove that his skill at the force outweighed his skill with a saber. The block flew true, striking the target with decent speed and force. He repeated the move once more before switching to the steel block. There was a surge of pride as his strike with the steel block rang true. However, it was also accompanied by the fear that Hevn would eventually pit the two initiates against one another in a saber battle. He knew it would be a battle that he would likely lose.
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Jan 10, 2016 5:53:01 GMT -8
Silently Hevn's gaze boils over them from behind. Pale sapphire eyes swept back and forth as each initiate took their task in stride.
At first Kali appeared to be shy with her power. Hevn supposed after their encounter probing minds that she was going to feel her way through this one a little differently. So she did. She used a surprising amount of clarity and focus. Perhaps she was taking the training to heart after all. What she lacked, was passion. At least she possessed the stronger of the two suits to play in the early stages of telekinesis.
Magus drank the pain from the saber in like smoke from a death stick. Admittedly more advanced, he could feel the energy write around him as he swayed the dark side to do his bidding. Hevn could feel the rise and tumbles of energy around him as though he were not channeling another feeling beside him. Bedrovelse was a powerful empath, and inside of Magus he felt something that the initiate shared with both Hevn, and another great Dark Jedi of past. Pride.
Bedrovelse's icy voice slithers out from behind Kali and Magus as each of them focused a block before them.
"The lead block. Both of you. I don't care if you strike the center this time."
At the edge of the wall next to the targets they had been striking, two human holos appear.
"Strike the holograms. Drive the block through them. Lash out with all your might. Take as long as you need. Impress me."
Hevn takes a stride toward Kali. Addressing her loud enough for both of them to hear.
"Dig deep Kali. Find something that makes you really hurt. Failure will result in you not lacking an inspiration for next time."
Bedrovelse's associates often said his compliments were backward, well so could be said of his wisdom. Hevn did not threaten her so much as he had sewn a seed of contempt from which hopefully she could flourish. A seed of fear to leap from upon.
His scathing words burn and roll like flame down her neck. Now close enough for the mechanical whine of his cybernetics to be heard. His next stride takes him to Magus.
"You are no longer the scribe of a fool!"
Bedrovelse spits the words at him like venom.
"You are an initiate of the Dark Jedi. The Sithlings you have studied would describe to you their simple, primal, elitist, base emotions. RAGE!With which his voice quaked genuinely. Hatred. Chilled the air between the three of them for a moment with an iciness that tore the heat from their bodies and the air. Suffering...."
A word he left hang for a moment as he channeled the dark side to prod both of their arm wounds with sharp stabbing fingers of pain.
"As Dark Jedi all range of emotions within your scope are available to you as power. If you swell with pride than seize it! You will wield the force with power and authority as I do. Are you proud of yourself Magus?"
Hevn dangles the words mockingly before the initiate.
"You have learned to fly a ship. You have defeated Barradius Asemi. A man who cast chains around your mind and your potential. You took hold of your destiny and broke free of him. Break free from the limitations shackling your mind. "
Bedrovelse steps away from Magus back behind the pair toward a terminal. He shouts at them.
"Begin!"
Meanwhile he summoned a medical robot and a change of attire as his robes had been gouged along with his stomach. He observes his initiates as the droid gets to work first on his abdomen, and then to his face to repair and replace synth skin.
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Post by Kali Helaine on Jan 11, 2016 5:04:48 GMT -8
Kali’s strikes had each been accurate, her patience and caution had served her well in this respect, but deep within her mind was a gentle stab of fear, fear of failure and incompetence. This was becoming a constant battle within her and one she was frustrated at having to play at all.
As her block penetrated the centre of its target Hevns voice raised the hair on the back of her neck as it snapped her focus from the task at hand to him. His instruction was clear and was not to be questioned; his tone told her that he would not be persuaded to allow her to continue at her own pace either.
She pushed her lack of confidence to the side and levitated the lead block from the table to her hand. It was clear when doing so that unconsciously her logical mind was playing some part for, as Hevn had warned, the block felt heavier than the wood.
Kali closed her eyes momentarily and as she did so she heard Hevn step toward her. Her eyes snapped open as her head snapped toward him, she turned her gaze from him to the targets as he spoke.
Once more the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. It was not fear so much as it was memory. She knew the implications of what he had not said and knew he would not hesitate to deliver the same inspiration again. Without conscious thought she peered down at her right shoulder and there below the cauterised wound he lad left with his saber was the deep dark purple, red, pink and yellow bruising he had caused during their last training session. She rolled her shoulder and looked toward the human holo targets that had appeared and, after a few moments of searching for a memory that caused her pain, she had an idea that she hoped would work, though it was a gamble.
Without memory of her life before Hevn she could find no pain. All that she had suffered since meeting Hevn had either been physical and it had been logical. It did not cause her any pain for she was able to easily rationalise it all.
Pain caused in battle and pain inflicted during training and as punishment.
She looked upon the humanoid holo with its generic features and then, within its hands, she visualised a slave collar. Mentally she set a scenario of her former owners attempting to retrieve her.
With this playing within her mind her heart rate increased and her breaths came more rapidly. Fear, anger and pain began to boil inside her, as if this was not enough to for her draw upon she let out a large grunt of pain as the pain in her wound intensified. She could guess why and she knew why he was doing it. She drew upon her range of emotions both physical and mental and channelled them into the block. Within a moment as if a switch flipped, she let go of all conscious thought and allowed herself to feel the force and focus only on the target and her desired result.
Now having taken herself out of her head the block lifted from her hand and flew across the room and through the humanoid holo. It was not central, it was lower than where she had wanted it to go, but it had lifted from her hand and sped across the room with ease.
Her eyes smiled as she heard the thud of lead impacting the wall behind its target. She levitated it back to her hand once more and weighed it up in her hand. As if needing to prove to herself that she was capable she repeated her actions once more, and this time the entire process moved at a speedier pace including the speed at which the block accelerated across the room.
She glanced across to Hevn as he was being treated for his wounds and felt a large pang of guilt. He had saved her life and she was repaying him how? By dicing him up. It would not do. She needed to focus more on her self control, she had been stronger before and now it seemed to be failing her. She could only surmise that it was down to the extreme emotions that Hevn seemed to be bringing to the surface, whatever the reason it was down to her to control. Hevn had been correct in his teachings upon weakness and lacking self control was certainly a weakness that could be manipulated and very easily once your triggers were recognised.
She needed to be better than that.
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Post by Magus Serendor on Jan 12, 2016 16:31:31 GMT -8
Magus paused a moment as Hevn instructed them to switch to the lead block. He berated himself for not pushing himself earlier. Now is not the time for caution, he told himself. The lead block sat on the table, a tool with which he could inflict an incredible amount of pain. His attention was drawn to the human holos that appeared next to the targets. Hevn's words pushed him to want to try harder. Magus relaxed ever so slightly as Bedrovelse stepped toward the other initiate. He took the moment to feel through the various emotions that were pushing in on him. Dig deep, he repeated after hearing the Dark Jedi address Kali. His anger and frustration spiked as Hevn mentioned Asemi. The three words, rage, hatred, and suffering struck a chord with the young man. He seized upon them as much as he drew upon the pride that felt. The mocking tone pushed him even further. It was unlike anything he had felt before.
The initiate nodded his head as Hevn stepped away. His eyes fell to the lead block. He reached out his hand, pulling the block to him. The holo in front of him became the target of his range of emotions. He felt the force surging through him as the block launched out of his hand with a speed that surprised and satisfied him. His aim was somewhat off, but that would not stop him. As the block flew back toward him, Hevn's words bounced around in his head. The holo seemed to take on the image of Barradius. Magus' eyes narrowed in rage as he shot the block out once again. Though the block missed the man's heart, it still would have torn through his stomach The image seemed to switch over to that of his own father and Magus was filled with an air of superiority. He relished the feeling of proving his father incorrect. Who is weak and ineffectual now? he taunted in his head as the block tore through the image he had seen of his father. The sound of the block striking against the wall brought a sadistic smile to Magus' face.
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Jan 15, 2016 6:43:51 GMT -8
Hevn allowed the initiates their time. A surprisingly short time as it turned out.
Did the pressure of competition push them harder? Setting one next to the other. Strangers to each other, familiar only to the brutality and intellect of their master. Hevn felt the force bow around them individually. The dark side of the force filling the room like a noxious cloud to one so sensitive as Bedrovelse. It was as if watching coils of smoke retreat to their flame. Hevn watched their souls grow alight with passion. Real feeling. The nectar of life. The rush. The intensity!
The droid finishes its repairs on his face and moves toward his torso.
Hevn didn't even feel the sting of the pincers sewing his skin back together like a raggedy coat stretched over the armor of a knight. Hevn felt their power thrum in him and his pride surged. Choosing correctly in them. Trusting in the force. For too long Hevn had demanded utter control of the force. It was more than a tool. It was a river in which one could feel the pull of the currents. Follow destiny and fate to advantageous points to reap their rewards. Resisting doom. Defying death. This is what Bedrovelse Hevn had to offer these young and prime Dark Jedi.
If joy were within the scope of such and abomination, Hevn would have felt it now. What replaced that feeling was the roaring pride of a lion.Their progression was fluid. They did not fear his approach to instruction. Bedrovelse's design was a trying one for apprentices. Pushing them faster and harder with focused guidance. Knowing your apprentice on an intuitive level assisted with channeling the true power within them. One that can't be ignored. It is as enlightening as it is intoxicating and walking the line tests the soul to its core. Without control it will tear you apart. The dark side eats your body, and strangles your spirit. It takes a honed mind to overcome the undertow.
The medical droid punches a needle full of fluid into his abdomen that makes him twitch for the first time since it went to work. Hevn looks past it. The loud smash of the lead blocks into the walls behind made him grin something sinister. He rose suddenly, the droid finishing its work and remaining nearby. Bedrovelse calls out from behind them. The cold thrum of his instruction filling their ears.
"Notice that once your mind is consumed with the task at hand, the object in question becomes less of the matter. It is the power of the dark side. Once you give meaning to your action it has all the more impact.....
...but now we're going to play a new game...."
Hevn walks from around Magus. His blue eyes leering maliciously at first the man, and then Kali. Hevn's torso was still bare. His exoskeleton pushed roughly against his synthskin. Instead of pectoral, or arm muscle definition Bedrovelse was layered with plating underneath the skin that even plain eyes could observe on him so exposed. Scars ravaged his deathly pale skin numerously and in varying severity. The most notable being the stretch of thick scarred mass that layered his right shoulder and upper chest, as well as the abdominal wound he was sporting from his most recent shedding.
Hevn steps onto the target field and reaches out toward them. He stands at target's edge, which is roughly thirty feet. The blocks all lift and float toward him. Hovering before him in gentle harmony as he stares menacingly from behind their cloud like peace.
"I want each of you to divert the blocks from striking you. Use the force to alter the course of a projectile."
How could wisdom be coming from such deranged eyes...such hate lacing every word and charging it with a deep freeze. With that Hevn launches the two wooden blocks from his grip toward Magus and Kali. Each one flying fast and hard, aimed at the center of their chest.
The first block was meant to be brutal, but not lethal. Failing to move it would make them think a hell of a lot harder about what kind of damage steel and lead were going to do when thrown from Hevn's grasp.
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Post by Kali Helaine on Jan 17, 2016 3:48:18 GMT -8
It was surprising to Kali how her confidence levels had begun to fluctuate since the arrival of her co-initiate. Before his arrival she had the sole tutelage of Bedrovelse, his methods had not really changed since the arrival of Magus, however she had felt more comfortable in the sense that her success she had rejoiced in and her failures she had battled through with undeterred aggression without embarrassment nor denting her confidence. Her attention during training had been focused.
With the arrival of Magus, despite her best attempts to avoid it, her focus was divided. It was no split down the middle by any means but it was divided none the less and this in itself was a frustration, not one she blamed any but herself for, but still a frustration, more so since she was noticing that his abilities were noticeably more advanced than her own. This had caused her self confidence to wither slightly.
Her worries were not a simple as wanting to be the best, no; it was more complicated and deep seated than that. Kali’s main worry was that she would be replaced by Magus. It was not as simple as him becoming a favourite, She was pretty confident that Hevn did not like anyone enough to have a favourite, she worried that she would literally be replaced, that Hevn would view her as a dead weight and then have her discarded somewhere with no further thought nor consideration. For Kali now it felt as if her future here lay in the balance.
These feelings and emotions did not lay at the forefront of her mind, in fact there were moments when she was able to push them to the side and give them a moments thought, but during the moments of instruction when she would be assessing her own abilities, and at times comparing her own to those of Magus, they would surface.
As Hevns voice broke her focus her snaps as she turns to face him and immediately her eyes fall upon his chest. She had seen him this way previously, only the day before after his training session with Alpha and Claws so it was not a shock but it was still not a sight she was used to, so once again her eyes traced the scars curiously.
Aware she was staring she consciously lifted her gaze to his only to realise moments later she was staring at his chest once more and would have to repeat the process again.
Hevn
...but now we're going to play a new game...."
The tone of his voice and the use of these specific words broke her focus of the study of his chest and she saw the expression on his face she braced herself for the possibility of pain.
Her gaze followed him as he moved about the room and settled where their targets had been, her first thought was that he was expecting them to fire the blocks toward him as he became a living and moving target, this filled her with apprehension. Destroying an anonymous target was easily done for it was a means to an end, preforming the same tasks against one you know was more of a mental battle… for Kali at least.
From the corner of her eye she saw movement which averted her gaze, the blocks lifted into the air and levitated toward Bedrovelse and it was then that his new task becomes clear.
With her expression unchanging she readied herself. There were many faces of Bedrovelse that she had seen since meeting him and despite the un nerving and twisted nature of this one, this was not the one that chilled her to the core the most, the one she hated to be around was the cold, hard and distant Bedrovelse.
Her connection with the force was ever present, she had learnt that now, it had taken time with her first believing that it was something she had to draw into her rather than draw upon and manifest at will with a desired effect, this was her task now and one, but this task was new to Kali, to change the path of an object that was already moving was not something she could recall having done before.
As Bedrovelse released the wooden block Kali threw her right hand forward as if trying to send an invisible wall out before her to deflect the block away, she was hopeful but something went wrong, maybe it was her speed or maybe it was her method, whatever it was she did not send the block careering in a different direction entirely but, with its direction altered slightly but not enough to avoid her path completely. Kali leapt out of its path sending the block hurtling toward the far end of the room, had she not moved she would have been left with a very painful injury to her left bicep.
She climbed back to her feet, brushed herself down whilst controlling her breaths to try and settle her frustration. She lifted her right hand and tucked her hair behind her ears and straightened the thin straps of her vest top as she waited for the next block.
She was angry, very angry, not with Bedrovelse, not with Magus but with herself. She could do better and she knew it, this time she would punish herself if she failed for this time if she failed to redirect the block, she was not leaping out of its path.
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Post by Magus Serendor on Jan 18, 2016 17:04:50 GMT -8
The force surged through Magus as though he were a simple conduit. He could feel spike in dark side energies emanating from his fellow initiate. It was different than the energies that coursed through his body and those he could feel dripping off of Hevn. Each had its own signature, something unique to the force user. Asemi had tried to teach him how to identify others through the force, but the Gray had lacked something that these two did not. Magus mode a note to ask Bedrovelse about it at a later time. His realization was interrupted by Hevn. He held back his shock at the amount of scars on the man's body. There was no real reason to be surprised that his new master was so battle worn, but it was a sign of his ability to survive. A sign that Magus could learn much from that man, even more than he had originally anticipated.
Hevn's words hung in the air, menacing the initiate as he watched his new master draw in the blocks. Magus took in a deep breath as he pushed away any distracting thoughts. He felt like a small craft sailing ever so dangerously on a raging river that was the force. The presence of the other two Dark Jedi filled the room, even if it was just at the fringe of his awareness. Bedrovelse's next words were no surprise and Magus had hoped that the man would push them in all manner of telekinetic mastery. The Dark Jedi initiate braced himself mentally as the first block shot forward. He raised his hand, pushing forward with a will to control the block. The wooden cube teetered a bit to the side, but still stayed on course to strike the young man. His first reaction was to panic, but he quickly pushed that aside as he formed a plan. He knocked the block further off course, enough so that it wouldn't strike him, but not before breaking a small piece of wood loose and shooting it straight at his own injured shoulder. The small spear of wood dug into his injured shoulder, pushing him to draw deeper within himself to face the next block. He was unsure of how Bedrovelse would react to his tactic, but he knew that he needed something more if he wanted to be able to stop or redirect the next two blocks.
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Jan 28, 2016 6:14:58 GMT -8
One lead, and one steel block floated in each one of his extended hands. Bedrovelse stares at them coolly. His face roils in contempt alone, rather than in disappointment or any reaction save observing them. A low deep chuckle resonates from his throat as Kali climbs to her feet and brushes herself off. A dramatic leap away from the objective entirely. Magus had succeeded in moving a very fast, albeit simple object, from catching him...and still managed a wound despite it. The blocks clatter and bang loudly against the walls and floor as they land behind the initiates.
The blocks continued to float steadily in front of him as his venom laced voice tears out from the target area.
"You are not trying to stop the blocks. You are not trying to take the blocks from me. You are trying to move an object, that is moving at you."
With a terrible grin Hevn's eyes light up. Both the steel and lead blocks took to the air and tumbled through it toward his targets. One pair heading for Magus, the steel in front at chest height, the lead following at stomach level. The second pair heading for Kali. The steel block up at throat height, the lead at her waist. They flew with easily half the speed of the wooden blocks, which was a world more time to assess and direct the force as a user of it.
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Post by Kali Helaine on Feb 1, 2016 6:45:36 GMT -8
Kali had managed to reign in her anger and change it into another emotion entirely, one of determination. It was absolute; to allow herself to fail was not an option. Still she would remain in place as the projectiles came toward her, if she failed to redirect the blocks this time, she would not move from their path. This would be her punishment for not succeeding.
She stood facing Bedrovelse; her right leg was now slightly forward with her torso angled slightly to the left and her gaze fixated upon the blocks. With his words of guidance still at the forefront of her mind she readied herself.
She emptied her mind and allowed herself to feel the force, to connect with it body and mind without thought.
As the blocks took flight her reactions were instant, her right hand shot forward in aim at the steel block and her left at the lead and with it she felt a burst of energy course through her and from her.
She felt it connect with the blocks and as it did so, she threw her hands to the right forcing the blocks away from her and releasing them only as they careered toward the far wall.
Both blocks slammed into the wall with a loud clatter that reverberated around the room. As Kali dropped her hands a small smile lifted the corner of her lips as the feeling of inadequacy left her replaced her with recognition. She was again thinking instead of feeling. She had now learned a valuable lesson in that the force was part of her, it was who she was and it was not a weapon that you could pick up and use before discarding it when the mission was complete, it was so much more than that. It was a stark realisation for Kali and she felt now that she was only just now beginning to understanding that.
Since she had met Bedrovelse, She had seen the use of the force as a tool or a weapon, something to be used as a as a means to an end, as if it were a tool. That had been the level of her understanding, but now all of that had changed.
She, only now, understood what Bedrovelse had been trying to teach her all along, that the Force was a living thing. It existed all around you, that it was unlimited. It existed within her always…
In her new state of awareness, there was so much that had happened in her time with Bedrovelse that made sense. When she had been training with the saber droid she had felt something and had become euphoric within the power she had felt, it was as if then she had given herself over within that moment but had never fully understood it then. She had never understood the power and knowledge that it had given her, but now all that had changed and she would now be mindful of that.
Now the competitive nature she had felt when placed alongside Magus had dissipated, she no longer cared whether he excelled in areas that she did not nor did she feel the need to compete against him or to match his knowledge and abilities, her concern now laid only with her desire to learn. She would measure only her accomplishments alone.
It was clear to her that Magus had been trained previously; she was able to see this in his use of the force and his understanding, so instead of seeing him as a competitor she would see him as an ally…once he had proven himself as a person of trustworthy disposition.
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Post by Magus Serendor on Feb 3, 2016 11:52:20 GMT -8
Magus gritted his teeth as Hevn spoke. The words reminded the Dark Jedi of how his father often spoke. There was a certain acidity in the way the speech was delivered. Realizing that it was a part of the masterful Dark Jedi's lesson, Magus let his mind draw a connection between Bedrovelse and the man he hated so much. He drew in the anger and concentrated it. His eyes went wide as the understanding of Hevn's comments about Asemi's teachings broke down the wall in his mind. Magus threw both his hands forward and drew upon the massive torrent of dark side energies that were now available to him. Both blocks slid to a stop several feet in front of his palms. He smiled as he lowered one of his hands and drew the blocks toward him with the other, an action he would have thought impossible only moments ago.
"I've been such a fool," he whispered as he let the blocks drop to the ground. Magus could feel the well of force energy slowly drifting away as he calmed down. Barradius had done well in teaching him to tap into the force, but he had failed in explaining how the dark and the light differed. His cautious approach to tapping into the dark side had hampered Magus' learning, but those days were long gone. The young Dark Jedi would never assume himself to be anywhere close to Hevn, not yet. However, he was certain that his path to a mastery of some aspects of the force was well underway.
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Feb 7, 2016 5:20:04 GMT -8
POW! Two blocks blitzed into the wall with a resonating slam. Kali had been explosive, direct, and effective. A sound leap in confidence and ability glowed on her. From Magus he felt a putrid twist of energies surround him. It was darker than Hevn had felt before. The smoky aura of his potency darkening harshly. Learning to lean harder on his darkness. The blocks dropped from the air like birds stricken from flight and arrived a few paces from him.
As Bedrovelse strides toward them from the target area the malice in his eyes fades. Even his plainest expression seems to be a contortion of frustration or irritation at the least. Like it was uncomfortable to be alive. His voice loses its sting and resumes a cool and lightly mechanical tone.
"Telekinesis you will find, is an extension of both your will, and body. Pushing, pulling, and deflection are the basics of telekinesis, which you are now both familiar. The potential of it's power is nearly limitless. It is the most raw, effective, and versatile technique you will ever know. Feel the force around you. The rippling waves. They can be moved to your whim should your will be strong enough to bend it. My masters stressed its importance very heavily. I have personally mastered the art of Crush, Wave, Repulse, and Projected Fighting. I have seen dark ones use it to levitate themselves, and literally fly. As far and as fast as any animal I've ever seen. I have seen jedi suspend their foes in a vortex, a whirlwind if you will, twirling them like a ballerina."
Bedrovelse grunts and chuckles shortly. Hevn had stopped six feet away from either one of them, slightly in front of their starting points.
"Given that my dark seed is hatred..."
Bedrovelse reaches out with the force to pull Magus' lead block to his hand. It levitates above his palm, and he squeezes his fingers into a tight fist.
There was only one face he ever had to think of. The one face that punched a spike of hatred through him like a stake into a vampire. It made him explode with fire. It made his veins seize. His heart stop. His lungs swell. His stomach tight. It enraptured every inch of his being. The twisted, mangled, decrepit face of the necromancer who tore his family apart. Tore his love apart. Finally tearing into what was left of Hevn. Piecing the broken boy together into a monstrous man with an eternal grudge. An infinite blazing heart for vengeance. An all consuming thought that took Bedrovelse from reality and placed him in the chair again. Chained. Broken. Bloody. Weeping. RAH!
His darkness erupts in palpable waves. Tension fills the air. It took a few seconds, but first the block began to shake, and then it split into pieces like shards of glass. Falling in a rain of heavy tings as the pieces fell in chunks to the floor. Hevn lifts his boot and stamps on the pile, and metallic glitter explodes out from under his boot. Hevn may not have been able to grind lead to dust with his will alone, but one good stomp from one of these prosthetic legs would certainly do it.
"...crushing my enemies is a delicious power. To achieve these upper levels of will you must wield your darkness with laser focus and self control. To truly crush, you must desire the destruction, pain, and demise of your enemy over the very safety of your life. You must learn to give yourself to the dark side and return from its embrace as well. Our emotions are our triggers to these great abilities, but you must not let them consume you. They are the keys to the power you seek, not the power itself."
Bedrovelse once again swelled with pride in his choice of initiates at this moment.
"You have completed the lesson on the late Master Eversio. I welcome each of you to suggest a path of interest, and I will choose a course to continue for today. If you have questions about the lesson I may clarify, bring them to light."
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Post by Kali Helaine on Feb 17, 2016 15:15:52 GMT -8
Though the smile from her lips had faded entirely the smile in her eyes was still evident within the small spark that shined from them. Her success within the task had caused a shift within her, she now had a feeling of pride where there had been none, she now felt strength where she had been lacking and she felt it all with every fibre of her being.
Though outwardly her physical stance had not changed, inwardly she felt 8 foot tall as if she had grown and was now standing more straight and broadly then ever before but that did not mean that she was now become egotistical, it was that now she was feeling more self confident in her ability to learn.
She had let go of the fear of being seen as lacking, she no longer cared whether Magus fared better than her within their training, and all that she cared for now was advancing.
As Bedrovelse advanced toward them Kali stood motionless while her eyes followed his every step and absorbed every single word, entranced. In her mind, his every word translated into a moving image as he described the things he had seen. She wanted it all. She craved the capabilities he spoke of.
From the corner of her eye a block of lead flies into the hand of Magus and within an instant Kali can feel the intense darkness of his power surround them; it was such that it caught her breath and caused it to halt for a moment in her throat.
Her eyes fell to the lead block in his hand and watched as the block crumbled in his hand as if it were nothing. Her eyes follow the pieces as they fall to the floor and ponder the cloud of glitter that erupts from beneath his foot.
The display had, upon Kali at least, the desired effect. She was in awe of the harnessed power.
Her eyes lift back to his as he continues to speak and under her breath, voicing her own inner dialogue…
Our powers are linked to our emotions.
She knew now, more than ever before, how important it was for her to remain in control of her emotions, allowing them control her would only lead to weakness.
Now came her biggest difficulty, choosing her path of interest. She had seen so much within a relatively short space of time, she was unsure of exactly where she wanted to go.
She slowed down her thoughts and ran them like a movie within her mind. Play by play came every scene she had been in awe of and with that came the moments that had left her stunned and intrigued the most…
Her mind took her back to the vaults before they had met with the others, when it had been just her and Bedrovelse alone. She remembered him retrieving the staff from the one particular vault and the all he managed to do with it and how she had felt in that one moment, as well as the power of the staff, she thought of the magic the sword of Bedrovelse and all it had taken to create it. Despite her fears over the items themselves, she could not help but feel drawn to them at the same time.
She was decided and she was resolute in her decision. With her focus back upon Bedrovelse, she spoke in a strong and decisive tone…
I have no questions over the lesson and have decided upon my path. I wish you to teach me about what it takes to do invoke the powers you hold within your blade. I want to learn about the alchemy you practice.
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