All Under Control (Krest)

[Minna]

[member="Krest"]

Minna would sigh with some relief, giving a smile to Krest. Leaning up from her bed, she'd hug him (more like, hug his head due to the size). "One day, strong enough, I will be." She'd pull back from the hug, looking at the Zabrak. "Like you." It was no secret she admired Krest, his strength and skill with a blade. In fact, she gave a quick glance at his blade, then looked at him again. "Learn to use one of those, next time I should, hmm?" She grinned, standing up and sliding off of the bed fully. Her vision blurred for a moment as the blood flowed from her head, a common effect of standing up after being immobile for some time. Looking up to her master, her mind dwelled on the thought of using a blade. It would work with Ataru, and who better to teach her sword combat than Krest? Although first she'd need a sword... Or two...

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest blinked once at [member="Minna"] before smiling. He'd return the hug, only to watch her jump to the floor. A blade? The thought went through his head before another did as well. An old thought, one of a group he was with long ago. The Seven Swords. With a grin, he would nod to her.

"Perhaps.. This gives me another idea entirely. Be ready for it, aye?"

 

[Minna]

[member="Krest"]

Another idea from Krest, it could only be a good one. "Hmm, go on then." Minna said with a smirk, her left ear perking up slightly as she listened. "What is this other idea?"

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Minna"]

"Once upon a time when I was a knight I was a member of the Seven Swords, blade users that adapted the seven saver forms to real swords. I was the Ataru user, and perhaps it is time to bring them back, yes?" A small grin formed over the Zabraks face. He was looking forward to it.

 

[Minna]

[member="Krest"]

"Hmm," Minna thought for a moment, weighing up the pros and cons. It didn't take long for a reply. "Then the Ataru user, I will be." She smiled, nodding her approval of the idea. Happiness had replaced the darkness that had taken her over now, but somewhere within her there was some negativity. Fear. She was afraid of the darkness now, and she could not help it. The light would be a safer, more suitable, path for her... "But first, a sword, I will need." The Yodaling continued, her voice unaffected by her deep trouble.

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Minna"] wasn't the only one to come to the realization that the Dark would only consume. He would offer a nod to making her sword, but it would not be done through alchemy. No, that could not work anymore.

"Then we shall begin soon enough."