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[Seto Du Couteau]

Location: Coruscant, Commissariat Academy Center [Redacted]
Academy Students

Spoiler: Attire

The Core had all too long been without proper order, from both government and military but perhaps the most troubling was that of the Force. It was of no question that the Force affected far more than it should and many partioners of several Force cults demanded authority simply for existing and wielding a tool that fell upon their lap by chance. Seto and by extension the rest of the Commissariat were here to establish peace and order within the Force as well as forge a trust between Force users and non.

Removal of Force Religions, classified as cults, and application of neutral training for any civilian wishing to utilize their latent potential with the Force to be better used for the Core Imperium. Seto walked the halls of the Academy, civilians and former cult members were being trained to properly use the Force and should they wish to pursue military service than such their elevation of training grow to better serve the Core Imperium militarily.

Seto continued to walk briskly, his presence was needed elsewhere from the standard classes and the bureaucracy that the title of Commissioner General came with but Seto had mastered the craft of delegation. It would take an invasion of Coruscant itself to reach me now. Seto mused smugly at what he weaved himself. After all, today was their first day within these Academy walls, and Seto intended to be there to greet them all.

They had managed to rescue ten very special children from a terrible monster, and now he intended to give them a future forged by their own hands. A gift to them to somehow overcome the scarred memory of the past that had been forced upon them by a lunatic demented by their own cup of madness.

The Living Force may not care who they gave the power to wield the Force. But Seto certainly would correct mistakes caused by such fate. Medical care, Force healing and expert therapy, all things Seto understood these children needed, but most importantly they needed proper direction and attention.

"Maybe we should add a zoo somewhere in this Academy."

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Marriskcal Lati
Equipment: Dress, Lightsaber x2 (Cyan & Azure), Throwing Knives
Location: Commissariat Academy Centre, [REDACTED], Coruscant
Interacting with: [member="Seto Du Couteau"]

With her lips curved in a faint smile and her pale gold tresses falling to the small of her back in loose waves, the young woman who walked alongside the General appeared a demure figure. The dress that was chosen for her was loose and flowing, shaded in soft pastel blue and cream. The only accent to her ensemble was a thin black ribbon that gathered together the gossamer chiffon at the base of her throat, and a pair of similarly dark and electrum heels.

But despite her pleasant veneer, her aura was a storm of conflicting emotions to those who knew her well. Apprehension and excitement. Diffidence and longing. Reluctance and pride. They became a common affliction that plagued the entirety of her being every time she visited the younglings. And while she was getting better, there was still a sense of fragility and uncertainty that made her falter whenever she sat amongst their tiny forms.

Marriskcal could not help but to wonder how strong they were. Despite having their connection manipulated and warped by a selfish being, they were still so… joyous. Their smiles were bright and voices cheerful as they gathered around her, their hands waving and tugging at her own when they vied for attention. And then she would remember, and anger would flow through her veins. The rage that there were beings that could do such atrocious deeds to the innocent and vulnerable.

While she knew that such beings existed, this was the first time where she was there. The first that she saved, the first whom she had sat and spoke with, the first where she felt helpless as everyone in the specialist hospital fought to piece their shattered minds back into a semblance of order.

Her steps became slow as she took a fleeting moment to calm her emotions and compose her mien. In an academy that taught control and responsibility, it would not do for her to allow her fury to flare and burn. And though Marriskcal has never been one who reveled in the pain of her foes, it did not stop her from wishing that she has taken her time with the Dulla’han being.

But that was in the past.

These younglings were theirs to care for now.

Theirs to nurture and theirs to protect.

And she would ensure that by the time they were allowed to wander outside the safety of the orphanage and the academy on their own, no one will ever be able to make a victim out of them ever again.

As always, her brother’s calm tenor drew her waning attention and stopped her thoughts from wandering further down the dark path. It was with a gentle noise of disagreement that she increased the length of her steps until she was back by his side as they turned down the final corner, their shoes clicking softly on the velmstone hallway as they neared their destination.

“If you continue to suggest further additions, the Academy will not have enough space to expand in the future,” she reminded the white haired male. While the place that has been set aside were vast and their students sparse, the Imperial Confederate was still young. Who knows how many civilians and students they will receive in the coming months, or even years?

“And if I remember… a zoo requires a lot of space, right?” While she has never visited one before, the blonde has read about them. The closest she has came to a zoo was the nature reserved that served the boundary between the edge of civilisation and the beginnings of the mountainous region of Skye.

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Location: Coruscant, Commissariat Academy Center [Redacted]
Academy Students

Spoiler: Attire

"Perhaps one day, after all when have I ever disappointed?" Seto asked, a small joke as he continued "-But you are right, before to explore outwards than attempt to bring as much of the galaxy within these walls of the Academy." He gave Marr a soft smile before reaching to the large that held their ten new students.

"Though a pet or two wouldn't hurt, in the future." Seto pondered, his eyes gleamed slightly at his younger Sister with slight mischievous that could only mean he had made up his mind. Not that his sister would not be able to deter him from his ideas, but it would certainly be a long played out battle of the wills. Seto planned to win at least one of those before the end of the month.

The door slid opened and Seto walked evenly next to Marr, the room spacious for only ten children and two adults but even with such space the students all stood rather close to one another and making little use of the large room. A bundle of blue matching uniforms, some of the more reserved children stood deeper into their huddle while the braver ones stood as tall and confident as they could be in front of their instructors. Despite their matching uniforms, they all stood as distinct and unique flames and Seto hoped to make them into larger fires.

Seto stood in front of them and gestured with his hands wide open, "Greetings, as you may already know, I am Instructor Du Couteau." Seto formally introduced himself, his voice held the sternness that he remembered of his older instructors. "-Please find yourself a desk," Seto ordered, his eyes glanced between them all as the children hesitant to add any distance from one another, slowly peeled themselves further apart to find a desk of their own to sit down on.

Their shuffling buddies soon settled and Seto slowly placed his hands down on either side of himself before speaking, "-Your lessons will consist of understanding Basic, both reading and writing and from there we will delve to more subject specific matters that I will leave as surprises." Seto explained before he looked over to Marr and nodded his head towards. She had been rather anxious about these children, and knowing the children's history it was obvious, Seto himself doubted if he could ever achieve success in instructing these children.

Perhaps together they could catch one another before falling to the wayside.

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[Marriskcal Lati]

Marriskcal Lati
Equipment: Dress, Lightsaber x2 (Cyan & Azure), Throwing Knives
Location: Commissariat Academy Centre, [REDACTED], Coruscant
Interacting with: [member="Seto Du Couteau"]

She was about to nod in agreement with his words… until Seto spoke of pets. With her eyes narrowed, Marriskcal peered up her brother with a faint air of disapproval curling around her person. She knew what the spark in his eyes meant, and if the other thought she was going to acquiescence so easily, well, she lived to be contrary.

“Perhaps, but only after the younglings have settled in and have proven themselves to be responsible enough for them,” she demurred, the shade of her voice showing her determination in not allowing her brother to have his way for now. If Seto continued to be indulgent towards the ten children that they cared for, then she would just have to be a martinet and voice of reason both.

It was with fluttering of butterflies within her when the door slid open and the flames of their students greeted both brother and sister. Her gaze moved from youngling to youngling as she ensured that every single one of them were present. It was only when the young woman that there were ten presence to balance the ten tiny forms did she step within the boundaries of the class.

With a familiar knot of apprehension making itself known once more, she followed Seto into the vast room, giving the younglings a faint but genuine smile in quiet greeting. Adorable, she thought to herself even as the white haired male commanded the attention with effortless grace. It was clear from the cloud of anxiety that enveloped each and every one of them that they were just as uncertain as she was.

She has ever only been a student.

But when Seto’s warm gaze fell on her person, she ignored the small voice that told her that she would falter and instead decided to just face this like how she has confronted every challenge in her life thus far – with audacity and resolve.

Marriskcal took a step forward, until she was standing beside her brother once more. Taking a light inhale and holding her hands together in front of her, the blonde gave them an encouraging nod. “And I am Instructor Lati. I will be working alongside Instructor Du Couteau to ensure that every one of you gets ample attention.” Despite her worries, her veneer was perfect as always as she spoke to the younglings. “What is important for all of you to know before we start is that no one person develops at the same pace, nor will they be equally good at the various subjects and topics that we will cover.”

No, the blonde may be decent at her studies, but it has always been a continuous struggle for her to maintain the lofty standards required of her as a Ren.

She suppressed the bittersweet memories before it rose.

“None of you should ever feel ashamed or reluctant to look to either of us should you need us to explain something in better detail. We are here to help you learn. Questions are natural, and will also aid us to better understand your needs.” This was never part of her teachings back at the Academy on Skye, but merely the wishes of a youngling who had wanted the understanding of her instructors.

“While what we will be going through over the course of the first few weeks may seem dull and dreary, they are important foundations that you will need for the rest of your life.” Before they could protest, Marriskcal held up a palm. “And depending on how you progress, we may allow you to attend basic lightsaber training.”

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Location: Coruscant, Commissariat Academy Center [Redacted]
Academy Students

Spoiler: Attire

Seto carefully glanced over to his partnered instructor, as the mentioned of lightsaber training had been adequately discussed between the two but Seto had promised to himself that he would make sure they would stand as an united front for their students. After all, can't show them descension between their two instructors. He nodded with agreement with the rest of Marr's words, with being responsible for the growth of ten children it would most certainly be important for him to craft their lessons carefully and succeed with understanding them each. Regardless where or which city anyone came from, the City Planet of Coruscant was something else entirely to adjust to and further more the Commissariat Academy only added further complexity and complication.

The Du Couteau heir and nobleman, Seto raised his hand upwards and his other lowered, almost as if he had practiced his movements the night prior, the room darkened and the board behind the two Instructors flickered brightly as each child found themselves with their own specialized data-pad. While the tools to learn both reading and writing were rather easy to come by, it was a rather odd request for students at such academy. But we all begin somewhere, some at an earlier year and others far later down the line. Seto knew it all too well, everybody learns something, and everybody fails eventually. Even if it is failing at failing.

"We shall begin with learning and comprehending Galactic Basic, as this will allow you to navigate our great Academy with ease. As well as read the countless stories written by great authors." Seto explained, his voice slowly filled with the grandeur of any noble excited to explain history and heritage to those who have yet to know such things.

The Lesson begins. . .

Skeptical eyes, and brilliant blue eyes, eyes that he had never been looked with before in such a way. The others never liked looking at adults, lest the caretakers, but I needed to, to make sure those eyes would only focus on me. Such was the life of all orphans that grew up on Anaxes, eyes cast away from authority who had also cast them away from their eyes. If left unseen, untroubled, perhaps the solution of the unsolved problems would simply disappear.

Emotions of bitterness, loneliness, sadness, anger and resentment, it all jumbled in Atsushi's head as he slowly picked across through his head to find his real emotion. But it was difficult, there was nothing he could see, nothing he could gaze and lock on to as he filtered his thoughts. Focus on the lesson. He reminded himself, eyes gazed back upwards to his instructor and spoke of elegance that was much unlike his own caretakers. The differences did not end with their voices, or even tone.

Atsushi simply stared at both their eyes, the deep blue, a blue that once he learned the characters of Basic he would look through every word that described 'blue'. Neither of their eyes felt distant, neither looked away when they met his own eyes and for the first time after the Dulla'han, these eyes focused on him with the care he had not expected to ever receive.

"Excuse me Instructor Lati, D-du. . Du Cou-C-outeau. . ." Atsushi spoke, his hand unraised by his eyes eager for an answer for his unspoken questioned. "-Why are we drawing shapes of these letters when we can click on the letter we want to make?"

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[Marriskcal Lati]

Namazuo, Student
Location: Commissariat Academy Centre, [REDACTED], Coruscant
Interacting with: [member="Seto Du Couteau"]

Namazuo stole a glance at Atsushi as his familiar voice broke in between the calm words of their instructors, a small pang of worry unfurling as he wondered if his fellow orphan would be chastised for it. Which, considering it is Atsushi, the query he posed was probably half said because he was genuinely curious, and the other half was mostly him... testing the waters, so to say.

As kind as their words has been, and as honest as the gleam of their eyes are, he suspected their instructors would sing a different song once their patience were worn thin. Unlike the younger orphans, Namazuo has an extra year or two of experience on them, and he was under no illusions that they were that different compared to the other adults they have met thus far in their short lives.

His lavender eyes followed the blonde lady, Instructor Lati, as her gaze fell on Atsushi and she stepped closer, pausing near the edge of the first row of desks.

"Well, I agree that it is certainly easier to click on a letter than actually drawing it out," she said, her nose wrinkling as though she found the thought of writing unpleasant. "But what if you find yourself without a datapad or a terminal? And when I was a youngling, I found that drawing it out actually aids in learning Galactic Basic and memorising texts much faster."

While Namazuo was not willing to give his trust to these two adults just yet, perhaps he could start by allowing his courage to shine once more. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, after all~ Unlike his brethren, however, the long-haired child stuck an arm into the air enthusiastically, waving it to gain attention.

"Instructor Du Couteau," he started carefully, pronouncing the family name with care. The 'Du' part was most curious, for Namazuo he'd never heard of anyone carrying it before. And it could not possibly be a middle name. Perhaps the other was from a world that was far far away? Those usually had their own unique customs, so it was not too farfetched to think so. Hopefully, the other would also be willing to tell his personal stories to them one day. For even if he was unable to travel and go out in search of adventures for a long time to come, listening to tales would satisfy some of his wanderlust.

"Can you please give us some example of the authors and stories you plan on covering? Also, is it okay for us to ask both you and Instructor Lati about yourselves after class?" He gave the two adults a cheerful grin, using it to mask the anxiety that he felt. While he was forever grateful to the both of them for coming to their aid, Namazuo knew nothing about them. None of the other adults that treated them told them much at all, except that this was to be their lives now.

If they agreed, it would provide all of them the opportunity to pester and try to find out more about their saviours... and what was expected of them.

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Location: Coruscant, Commissariat Academy Center [Redacted]
Academy Students

Spoiler: Attire

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Words, letters, characters and lines, all of it weaved together to form greater things. Much like his own fingers when turned into a fist to fight, or his body running through alleys and jumping over obstacles or climbing fences his whole body moved with motion of a single machine. Yagen could still feel the rush of his blood and the air against his cheeks whenever he would jump far or moving at speeds he hadn't thought possible for himself. So it was all he could do and not jump from his desk, Yagen continued to trace the letters with his fingers and rolled his other fingers on his desk.

The words of his other brothers were there, but Yagen was more focused on moving and getting out of this classroom. He disliked the walls, sure he figured the room was spacious, but nothing in his eyes beat the wide open space of no walls. Hallways especially, a slight pang of fear rolled through him as he remembered the long dark tunnels. . . Sorry.

His eyes traveled to one of his brothers Hirano who winced, even Maeda who sat next to him winced as well by Yagen's memory. Yagen quickly focused on his boredom and wants to leave and explore this strange City. Maybe Atsuhi and Namazuo will come with me once our class ends. His thoughts had distracted him from the looming presence of one of the Instructors. The white haired one with a pair of serious blue eyes and a somewhat slender figure, it was hard to tell with the cape and suit Du Couteau was wearing.

"Did you hear Namazuo's question?" The tenor voice of Instructor Du Couteau warmly rang through the air.

Yagen, wide eyed now, slowly moved his hands closer to his person and slowly shook head as he answer "N-no."

Instructor Du Couteau relaxed his eyes, a strange way to address a failure in Yagen's head, before the Caretakers would have only hardened their gaze and their voice grown darker. Instead, Du Couteau softened and the ends of his lips seemed to twitch into. . .a smile?

"He asked me of the authors stories we will be reading, and if it was okay to ask us more questions about ourselves." Seto spoke, his smile grew as if excited at the prospect of telling them what they'll be reading or maybe excited about talking about themselves. Yagen wasn't sure, this was mostly new territory he had never ventured before.

"And we will be covering several stories, some fun stories of heroes and such. . . they offer much in a way of lessons to learn as myself or Instructor Lati," Seto explained, "-And yes both of us will be more than happy to answer any and all questions. And most importantly once you all have been cleared by the Doctors, you all will be given new homes." Seto explained.

For the briefest moment, Yagen's thoughts turned away from the doors leading outside and instead solely focused on that last word his instructor spoke.

"Home?"

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[Marriskcal Lati]

Akita, Student
Location: Commissariat Academy Centre, [REDACTED], Coruscant
Interacting with: [member="Seto Du Couteau"]

When the curl of darkness that haunted their dreams now crept across the room, Akita bit down on his bottom lip and clenched his tiny hands, but he refused to cry. Though his trust in people has irrevocably been shattered and fear now stained his heart, the pink haired boy still tried to be brave. Dulla’han had only revelled in his terror, his harsh laugh raucous and cruel when he had cried and pleaded to be released.

Adults… are scary.

As one of the youngest children amongst the orphans, Akita has yet to be touched by the bitterness that afflicted his older brothers. Even then, he has learned that it was never good to find oneself the focus of attention of someone who held some sort of authority over them. His worry for Yagen resonated through the wide room when Instructor Du Couteau called on his older brother, seemingly realising that the other’s mind was far away.

It seemed that everyone held their collective breath then, as if waiting for either one of their elegant beings to berate the brunet boy for his inattentiveness. But as the other patiently recited the queries Namazuo has asked, a smile on his lips, the youngling decided the Instructor Du Couteau was the nicest and kindest person ever! Perhaps, he amended, not all adults are scary.

Now that he knew that they would not be chided, Akita bounced back to his feet in his excitement, his eyes bright at the prospects of stories about heroes. “Will there be knights and princesses?” he asked, a hand slashing an invisible sword through air. “What about dragons and other scary monsters?!” he continued, this time raising clawed hands high into the air and making small stomping motions. He heard that stories of heroes often had those, and the only thing Akita knew was that dragons were huuuuuge, bigger and taller than even fifty of him!

But as enthusiastic as Akita was about story time, the mention of them moving to a new home only made him all the more animated. Pushing back his chair with the back of his legs, the youngling ran up to their silver haired instructor, staring up at him with eyes filled with wonderment.

“Really? Pinky swear!” he declared, holding up a hand with his tiniest finger sticking out. Even though he could feel the minds of his other brothers swirling with confusion and suspicion at the revelation, as far as Akita was concerned, Instructor Du Couteau was telling the truth. With his attire of white and blue, and a long cape trailing over his form, he was most definitely one of those knights of lore! And knights never broke their promises!

Marriskcal laughed softly, her eyes gleaming with clear mischief and unspoken amusement as she abandoned her brother to placate the cheerful Akita. “Yes, once the doctors has ensured that you are all stable and that both us and your caretakers have the necessary skills to aid you should a relapse occur, you will all be staying at your new home. It is not too far away from the main academy building, and the both of us are more than happy to take you around for a tour if you like. Or would you rather it be a surprise for when you move in?”

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Location: Coruscant, Commissariat Academy Center [Redacted]
Academy Students

Seto never really dealt with such young and easily excitable children before, while Marr certainly had her moments, but these children were entirely different. The pink haired bundle of excess joy and sheer excitement certainly told Seto enough of how to handle him in the future, though he wondered for how long he could manage. With a delicate gesture he waved his hands in the air and with the Force slowly raised Akita to eye level.

"I can promise you many of stories of knights and dragons." Seto nodded in reverence to his eager student. The Du Couteau heir was many things, and a showmen was one of them.

With one of his gloved hands outstretched he clasped his own pinky with Atika's own little finger, and with a quick shake he settled the pink hair boy back down. Just though Seto placed him back down to his seat, the boy was light and Seto felt he should amuse the class slightly with the Force.

Yes the Force was a tool, but a tool could be used for anything and Seto wished to show them that the Force was nothing to be scared of nor hold any resentment given their history. "We will leave it as a surprise." Seto answered for them, he turned to Marr and flashed her a small but concerned look.

The Mansion, nor the Servants were nowhere near ready to accommodate even a quick tour. We have our definition of quick as well.

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Knees kept tucked and his arms laced around them the young child felt anxious of it all, even though Gokotai felt calmer that he was no longer in the Medical room and tests being run on him. He still wished to simply be gone. Not for long, but for a moment, just enough to feel what it would like to not to be him, or maybe he could feel what it felt like to be truly free.

Midare and Hakata both warmly smiled at him, as the news of being moved out and away from the Academy filled their heads with wonder. It was no secret that Gokotai wanted to leave this place of small and enclosed rooms. The only safe thing he felt were all the lights, it was hard to come across shadows with so many lights everywhere.

As the rest of his brothers laughed at Atika's floating body land back down on his seat, Gokotai eyed in awe with the ability. For a moment his urge to leave and stay curled up vanished, his legs slowly were brought back down to the ground as his body leaned forward.

Can we fly with the Force? He remembered how agonizing it was to watch the birds fly over him, that he could spend time with them when the birds were forced to come down to him. They felt happy in the air and skies, and it sadden him that such creatures would remove themselves from their enjoyment to visit him. If I could just fly up with them, they wouldn't need to leave the sky.

"After this lesson, could we fly around as well?" Gokotai asked loudly, before he quickly tucked his hands underneath his legs and his head quickly pointed downwards.

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[Marriskcal Lati]

Marriskcal Lati
Equipment: Dress, Lightsaber x2 (Cyan & Azure), Throwing Knives
Location: Commissariat Academy Centre, [REDACTED], Coruscant
Interacting with: [member="Seto Du Couteau"]

The joyous laughter of younglings filled the class as Akita soared through the air and back into his seat, the bright flames of their aura coloured by delight and elation.

It was… different.

A faint tendril of green-envy and grey-bitterness threaded through her presence. As gossamer and ephemeral a touch, it was still a moment of weakness.

And flaws were not allowed in a weapon.

Chastising herself, Marriskcal carefully gathered all the tangles and knots of her emotions and concealed them behind a shroud. Life… was so much simpler before, she thought, her eyes flickered across the space to ensure that none of the younglings caught on to her lapse. It was soothing to find herself encased in an impassive suit of armour, to obey without question and to possess an unyielding conviction in the justice of her once Lord and Master. But now? Now she found herself overwhelmed, submerged beneath infinite choices and the fear of failure should she pick the wrong one.

So, she observed, staying quiet about her ignorance. She listened to what Seto and the rest of the household has to say and tried to understand the whys behind their choices.

It was not much, but it was still a step forward.

Marriskcal graced her brother with a faint pout, but she acquiesced to his decision with a light nod. For he knew better than her on such matters.

Even with her ignorance, the young woman knew about the concept of fairness in giving each and every student a similar opportunity. “But of course, Gokotai. All of you will get a chance.” Perhaps it was frivolous, especially when every effort and focus should be given to their studies and training, but when their students looked at them with such cheer in their demeanour, Marriskcal found herself questioning her memories of before.

There was nothing wrong with being happy and having fun...

“… As long as we get some learning in,” she added in deviously, tapping a finger lightly on the datapad before her, a pleased smile curving her lips as all the younglings perked up and they attempted to affect a serious mien.

So very adorable, she thought to herself once again as she followed the faint grumblings of a flustered Hakata two hours in, leaning over his desk as her fingers traced out the strokes of Aurebesh and High Galactic patiently for him to emulate. All her dark thoughts were far away from her mind as the blonde found herself amused by the faint frustration and growing impatience that fizzled through their presence. For younglings that barely received any education and the rote of routine, an hour of sitting still and focusing on a topic was probably unbearable. And yet they managed two without any peep of a complaint.

After all, she was also once a student. One that preferred the rough tumble of physical training and sparring sessions and found sitting quietly in a lecture hall dreadfully boring.

The melodious chime resounded, indicating the end of the class. And perhaps a few weeks down the line, they will have more subjects and longer hours added to their schedule. But as they were still recovering and adjusting to their new reality, this would suffice for the time being.

“You have all done admirably. I suppose we can call it an end of our first class,” the young woman announced, clapping her hands together softly to capture their attention before she turned to her brother. “Is there anything you would like to add, Seto?”

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Location: Coruscant, Commissariat Academy Center [Redacted]
Academy Students

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The concern grew as he watched the children grow excited for a chance to explore their Force abilities, or rather explore the Force all together. Seto had done something out of pure showmanship and the urge to bring delight to his students, but as he heard Marr and Gokotai explore the idea of being able to soar with the Force. Maybe I should have eased in the Force training far more lightly. The medical reports of the Force Mend came back mostly, dreary but with a path to recovery.

What done is done. Seto forced his own hand with his use of the Force, but at least he had the opportunity to witness growth from his sister. She flawlessly encouraged them all with prospect with reward and reinforced the lesson at hand, to have them redouble their efforts into their studies. At least one of us isn't making mistakes.

It was a pleasure to see Marr enjoy her new role, something that Seto had planned and prepared, and luckily they had found the perfect group of students to help her become better. The mistakes of their past, well, cannot be undone only their present actions could help avoid repeating the past once again.

"Let us return to the second lesson. . . for those already in page eleven. . . " Seto voiced his instruction as he moved over to watch their students refocus themselves back to the lesson.

Seto had always walked from one instructor to the next, at their age he had been assigned five tutors all given two hours of his day to teach him whatever must be taught. Fencing, Galactic Basic, Galactic Politics of the time, reading and perhaps one of his most favorite; lessons of Nobility.

Midare asked him for help with certain letters, Seto happily demonstrated how to perfectly draw each curve and line by guiding Midare's finger carefully and showing when to deepen the finger press and lessen the pressure when needed to give the letter drawn an accent. Maeda and Hirano peeked from either side of the two to watch carefully and both requested Seto's assistance.

As Seto was explaining the importance of a particular method to drawing out a curve, Marr announced that their time had come to an end and their lesson over. Quickly standing back up, he mimicked her soft clap and when asked of any final words Seto nodded. "Everyday we learn new things, and I hope you continue to strive to learn everyday at least one new thing. No matter how large or small. I do not wish any of you to sleep with the question 'What if I did more?' instead to sleep with question 'What comes tomorrow?"

Seto winked at Marr as he knew that the class deserved a reward. "Now, let us go explore the training room, where you may stretch your legs and learn some new training." Seto explained, but before he could say to 'stand up' all of them already nearly sprinted to the door that lead out back into the hall.

He raised an eyebrow at Marr but with a resigned shrug he gestured for her to take point and lead the children into their new training room. Rather, room would be an understatement as one would call it a facility of how much space the training room possessed. Further more, equipment all labeled for "Du Couteau Class" nearly adorned every single thing inside from treadmills to little colorful play-swords. Though there was a large double door marked 'Under-construction' and above those words another sign that read 'Pool'.

"So what should be our first lesson?" Seto asked Marr, approaching her quickly, he knew that they could only keep their students still for so long until they break and explore every nook and cranny of this large room.

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[Marriskcal Lati]

Marriskcal Lati
Equipment: Dress, Lightsaber x2 (Cyan & Azure), Throwing Knives
Location: Commissariat Academy Centre, [REDACTED], Coruscant
Interacting with: [member="Seto Du Couteau"]

As her brother addressed their young students, his voiced encouragement were something that resonated deep within her. To anticipate the day after with endless zeal and avid curiousity, rather than to look back at shadows and lament the lapse of today.

They were words she would do well to live by, for much of her disquiet and wanderlust came from an inherent need to do something, to make herself valuable. Now that her shackles were sundered, Marriskcal found herself with wings she has never wanted. Perhaps with time and distance, she would embrace the freedom she has been graced with and step out of her cage. But for now, the blonde only found herself apprehensive by the lack of expectations and absence of rules.

How then would she know what was allowed and what was not?

It was like wandering through an endless desert when she had lived her whole life before in a sandbox.

Some days, she would find herself waking up with her spirit light and airy, keen on embracing all that her new life has to offer. Other days, she would find her heart aching and missing the assurance of her existence of her life from before, where she knew the path she was walking upon. Those were the days where the blonde usually vanished from the vast mansion, meandering aimlessly in hopes that if she ran far and fast enough that she would be able to be rid of the fear and trepidation that haunted her.

Now, standing beside Seto and facing ten pairs of eager eyes… something within her settled.

Marriskcal shook her head lightly when her brother gave her a wink, and the air within the room rose to a fever pitch of enthusiasm, as their students waited with impatience for the word that would release them from the tedium of data learning. And even before the last word has left his lips, each and every one of their students were out of the door and into the hallway. With an amused smile at his graceful motion, for truly, Seto has yet to experience the true horror of an excited group of younglings could be like just yet.

Doing as he bade, the young woman carefully walked past their slender forms until she found herself at the front. “Follow me now~ It may not be far, but there are quite a few turns to get there.” With a soft contented smile curving her lips, Marriskcal guided them towards the training room, remember to speak aloud whenever they took a turn so that the chattering younglings would look up and take notice.

The hall that was prepared for the younglings was something that even the blonde approved of. There were ample floor space for their students to spread out and train in their bladework and martial arts, and the equipment for physical conditioning that was arrayed at the corner were of the latest technology. While she did not particularly liked the look and feel of the colourful play-swords, she relented on the matter, as her brother had raised an excellent point back then.

Turning as her brother sidled up beside her, Marriskcal allowed the awed students to speak to each other. “Well… I would say that we should definitely avoid allowing them to wield the Force until we have a more firm solution from the doctors. And I doubt after sitting still for two hours, they would want to attempt meditation either way,” she trailed off with an amused lilt to her voice.

“I think allowing them expend their bridled energy by starting them on bladework would be ideal. Between their prolonged stay at the medcenter and them needing to sit still in class, I am quite certain they will relish the chance to stretch and be active for a change. But I will leave the decision to you, brother.”

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau
Location: Coruscant, Commissariat Academy Center [Redacted]
Academy Students
[member="Marriskcal Lati"]

​

"Our little birds do need to stretch their wings."

Seto nodded with his sister's assessment of the children, and wielding a training sword would most definitely excite them all, with the added bonus of giving them some strength training. The practice swords weren't light, purposely so, Seto had been taught to appreciate good arm strength and a discipline for any blade he would wield.

They would be forced to understand proper control of a weapon, and as well the weight behind what they wield; Seto doubted they would comprehend the metaphorical aspect of it, but he found it important to teach them early on regardless of true understanding. A seed planted, as his tutors would constantly expound to him.

"Well, sword practice it shall be!" Seto declared, his hands raised high as he used the Force to raise all the practice swords up and settled each one by the feet of each children. All quickly grasped their blade and soon a rainbow of colorful swords waved in front of both Seto and Marr. Some testing out the weight as others wacked the floor and smiled that their new toy won't break.

Seto took a step forward, "Remember, even though these swords are for practice and heavily padded, you must only swing them with focus and intent." Seto ordered the class. "-Discipline will give you the freedom to have fun." He couldn't teach them to be great swordsmen, nor could he expect the world out of them, but he could instill discipline with weapons.

With his right hand raised, Seto caught a Force flung training sword and held it with both hands in front of him. The familiar weight of a practice sword, such a long and near forgotten memory when he was young, but a smile near ghosted across his face as he refocused his expression to a neutral appearance.

"Now, first your feet shoulder length apart and take a single step forward with your right foot and your shoulders straight. . ."

Midare held tightly to the training sword, his arms noting the weight so he let the tip rest on the ground as instructions from Master Seto continued. The words were clear enough, but something felt off with her right foot being forward and the way he held the sword as well, I feel weak like this and my body confused.

The young blonde lifted his blade as instructed, his arms holding the sword high before it coming down to a swing. As everybody else managed to some degree stop their blade from hitting the ground Midare almost lost control of it completely. Fire rose to his cheeks as he attempted to let the long blonde hair cover up the burning red cheeks. Soft footsteps approached him, and for a moment he kept his stare towards the ground and assumed the light steps were from Master Marriskcal. "I'm sorr-" but before he could apologized Seto spoke.

"Let me see how you held your blade Midare," The soft tenor voice of Seto broke through Midare's embarrassment enough to quickly showcase his stance and how he held his sword. "Now, try switching your left and right hand and your left foot step forward instead of your right."

Midare complied and quickly found himself a bit more steady with the weight of the sword. Seto took a step back and gestured for him to take a swing and Midare swung.

"Well done, your shoulders remained straight and you controlled it well coming down, just watch your wrists." Seto happily smiled and patted his head fondly. The other students all beamed bright smiles to their brother and all nodded with encouragement.

Sword Boys sounds like a nice a group name for us. Midare mused and promised to himself that he would talk to the others about the name.

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Hirano, Student
Location: Commissariat Academy Centre, [REDACTED], Coruscant
Interacting with: [member="Seto Du Couteau"]

Hirano was one of those who leapt as high as he could into the air, his hand reaching out to capture one of the training swords as it hovered just out of their reach, his eyes wide in unabashed awe. While his memories and dreams were still plagued by the scary man in tattered cloak and cowl using the Force to subdue and merge their consciousness, seeing Akita soaring through the air and placed back gently into his seat, he found himself curious and hopeful once more.

I want to be like Instructor Du Couteau!

I want to be able to do that one day!

When their white haired mentor released his hold over the play sword, and Hirano landed back on his feet, he teetered forward. While it looked like it was made of some form of plastoid and covered with foam, the heft of the tool was unexpectedly heavy. But it only made the youngling more excited, for it felt like what he thought a real sword would weigh like.

Unlike the rest of his siblings, the brunet placed both of his hands around the hilt and with some effort on his part, raised it until its padded blade was pointed skyward in a mimicry of a classic fencing salute. A bright grin formed on his lips as Hirano tilted his head to look at the end of his sword. While he could barely hold it up with one hand at the moment, he hoped to be able to get there soon.

He watched with unconcealed interest as Instructor Du Couteau relayed his wishes for them during his instruction. With his brows furrowed in intent focus, Hirano widened his feet to about the width of his shoulders. Concerned he may be doing something wrong, his hazel eyes swept around the hall, taking in the forms of his siblings to see if they were doing the same action as he was. They were. Pleased, the youngling continued on to the next step.

Right hand. Spoon.

Left hand. Fork.

Wriggling the fingers of his spoon hand, Hirano nodded to himself and took a wide step with his spoon leg. Stealing a peek downwards to make doubly sure he had it right, the youngling straightened his back and shoulders… and swung with all his might.

Only to realise belatedly that his balance was off and the weight of the sword only served to further drag him further off-kilter. With a sharp yelp, Hirano lurched forward, but before he could end up sprawled on the floor, a gloved hand closed around the padded blade and another around his arm to steady him.

“I– Thank you.”

​

Marriskcal was quiet as she released the sword, her usual eloquence stolen by hesitation. The blonde had to remind herself that this was their first class and that they were mere younglings, prone to mistakes and failings, their movements awkward and stiff. They will become better, have a little patience. Even then, it was harder than she had imagined to hold her tongue still and keep her mien reassuring when a sharp rebuke and a scowl lurked just beneath her veneer.

You were just as bad when you first started your training, she chided herself.

Yes, but you were never this inept.

Lest you forget, they came from an orphanage that was burdened and were never properly guided by their caretakers. They do not have the same advantages you had growing up.

The young woman had observed her brother leading the class with grace and confidence, the words of guidance that left his lips were something that gave their students a flush of enthusiasm and encouragement without cowing them into listening. It was akin to the difference between sky and earth, and Marriskcal found herself wanting them to always smile and walk towards the future without any doubts or fear.

Do you want them to look upon you with fear?

No.

Do you plan to discard them if they do not succeed?

Never.

She would just have to try to be more gentle and forgiving.

“… You are most welcome, Hirano,” she finally said, her words soft and impassive as she released the Hirano after he regained his equilibrium. “You took too far a step forward, so your balance was slightly off. When you use a weapon you are not familiar with, always remember to keep to smaller motions. It is better to be restrained than to overextend and provide your opponent with an opening to counter.”

“Y– Yes! I will keep this in mind.”

“Now, try it a few more times.”

Ever the perfectionist with a critical eye for the failings of another, Marriskcal stood without a training blade before the unfortunate youngling, correcting everything from his grip to his poise and his footing.

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau
Location: Coruscant, Commissariat Academy Center [Redacted]
Academy Students
[member="Marriskcal Lati"]

​

The large room filled with many sounds of 'swish' that the practice swords made, some sounded with more viscous intent as more of the students found their footing and a bit more courage to swing harder. While others remained slow and steady with each swing, either unable to trust themselves to stop the sword from escaping their grips or perhaps some chose the opportunity to grow strength. Seto of course was not entirely interested with the strength of swinging the sword but of the discipline these students possessed to wield a sword, regardless if the sword was a practice tool painted in vibrant colours.

The others found their own rhythm with each swing and Seto walked between the students and slowly inspected their movements and motions. He was not looking for strength or accuracy of each swing for the moment, as such was not the original intent. As such, the goal Seto had in mind was simply teaching all of them the importance of understanding the weight that weapons in ones hands bring. That only those with certainty and discipline may and can wield swords near effortlessly.

The children though were far more excited about swinging and moving their practice sword more than practicing for a sparring match, but all the same Seto wanted to make sure no bad habits develop and nip the issue early on with his ever watchful gaze. Poor wrist strength or poor stance were automatically a glaring light to Seto as he would rush over and correct them quickly and explain how to move correctly. Hawkish for any possibility that the students behave in ways that may lead to injuries, and Seto wanted them all to wield swords until they find old age.

Slowly the children's swings had become less frequent, and even the more excited Yagen found himself unable to lift his sword and swing with speed as earlier. Seto's eyes of course watched for any mistakes to form, tired bodies and tired minds often leads to poor decisions and costly mistakes. Seto had promise to himself that he would include more breaks than from his own childhood tutors.

Perhaps? Seto turned his attention to Marr, with a small telepathic nudge to grab her attention, Rest time for them Seto wanted their bodies to enjoy the freedom of movement. But he also realized that the children would need to raise their arms the following morning.

"Alright, all swords down." Seto called out as he walked to the front of the students, his smile show casing his clear happiness for how they all acted during their training session. Perhaps they are more well behaved than I originally assumed. "Now, do we have any questions?"

Honebami moved a few white strands of hair from his eyes, and his fingers also collected a few sweat drops from his forehead as well. The sword swinging was something he had not expected to be one of the first exercises to be given to perform. Memories of once upon a time ago swelled in his head, images of the pipe he had grabbed to help ward off a few bullies. The pipe had been much lighter and shorter in comparison to the heavier and longer practice sword, but Honebami smiled excitedly to finally learn proper swordsmanship.

The memory though did not remain in his mind, a pair of large blue eyes turned to his direction, Hakata beamed a smile large at his brother, as he shared in the memory of Honebami protecting him that one time of many. All the brothers knew one another's memories, and Honebami often wondered if some memories of his were even really his own because of their condition. But no body has to go 'Remember this?' Honebami laughed inwardly as their Instructor called for all to lower their weapons.

The white haired boy slumped to the ground, his feet grateful for the chance to relax and his arms more so that the heavy sword had been tossed to their side. Honebami breathed in deep takes of air, and with a large intake he laid back and relaxed on the rubber floor. But when their Instructor Seto asked if any had questions, for a split moment Honebami forgotten his fatigue and jumped straight up.

Perhaps he imagined himself not tired, and made believe more strength for himself. Regardless the boy cried out "-What about some real sword play!" Honebami wanted to see what real masters appeared when wielding swords with true purpose and strength.

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Hakata, Student
Location: Commissariat Academy Centre, [REDACTED], Coruscant
Interacting with: [member="Seto Du Couteau"]

While he was weary, and his tiny form beginning to reach the end of its limited endurance, Hakata was still ever-cheerful. Swiping the sweat that was dripping off the ends of his hair and on to his glasses, the youngling sat heavily on the floor at Instructor Du Couteau’s words, panting heavily as he placed his training sword beside him. Even when all four of his limbs were trembling and felt like they were made of jelly, the blonde felt accomplished.

Though he knew that they still had far to go before they could protect themselves properly, this was a step forward. While he would always be grateful that he had his siblings looking out for him, Hakata did not want to hide behind their backs all his life. He was tired of always needing protection, he wanted to stop being scared and weak. With each swing of his blade downwards, he felt that perhaps his wish to become stronger would not remain a dream after all.

When Honebami’s eager words rang across the hall, Hakata leaned forward, placing his palms flat on the floor in clear excitement. “I would like to see it too!” he interjected in an exuberant manner. A tinge of pink made its way on his features when Hakata remembered his manners a little belatedly. “Er… if you don’t mind that is… Instructor Du Couteau… Instructor Lati.”

​

Honebami’s request, followed by Hakata’s own ardent agreement started a chorus of ‘yes’ and ‘please’ from the rest of the younglings. Her blue eyes flickered towards where Seto stood amongst them, his aura near sparking with his pleasure and pride for them… and decided that she could not quite understand where his sentiments came from. Marriskcal tilted her head in a contemplative manner as she took in the ten tired forms of their students and her brother’s own joyous smile and wondered.

She supposed were she feeling exceedingly charitable, she could deem this session… decent.

With only her own life’s experience to draw upon, it never dawned on the young woman that their young students had yet to build a firm foundation. Half an hour of training was a reward, and not the standard. Even ill, or impeded by an injury, she had been expected to perform. Discomfort was something she and her siblings back on the Academy was so used to ignoring that she never once thought that it was any different anywhere else. And Marriskcal was even held to a loftier criterion than most, as it was her aspiration to serve as part of the Praetorian Guard ever since she was of age to have an aim.

Perhaps because today is the first day they are able to leave the medcenter?

Considering that their data learning was limited to two hours, and they were just a little over half the time allotted for training…

That must be it.

Pleased that she has come to what was the most likely conclusion for their lax schedule on her own, Marriskcal closed a hand around the only coloured training sword she could tolerate. Her nose wrinkled faintly as she drew the crimson toy, its shade reminiscent of her first training lightsaber. A small trace of distaste threaded through her aura even as she stepped away from the sidelines, a smile crafted on her lips as she made her way towards the middle of the hall, a distance away from their young audience.

“I suppose it could not hurt to let our students see what we are able to do with a blade, would you not agree, brother? No usage of the Force, and until one of us admits defeat?”

With a predatory gleam in her eyes and her aura sharpened alongside her focus, Marriskcal fell into her favoured opening makashi stance, the tip of the toy blade pointed towards Seto.

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau
Location: Coruscant, Commissariat Academy Center [Redacted]
Academy Students
[member="Marriskcal Lati"]

​

Spars and friendly jousts of fencing was almost a common occurrence at nearly every party his extended family would put together, further it also provided the much more mundane parties with some excitement. Entertainment it was all for, to bring people a smile or to raise their heartbeat a tad, and Seto most certainly felt that the children deserved some entertainment. His eyes met Marr's as she picked up one of the training swords, and Seto held an amused look at her sudden distaste at what he assumed were the practice swords. Seto had to admit that while he did not overly enjoyed the idea of using such practice weapons for a small sparring match, they couldn't wield their actual weapons either.

Aside, with us using the same swords as the children, we can reinforce the notion that they can do what we do here.

Seto moved away from the students and making sure that they were given enough berth to both enjoy watching and to not get close enough for anyone to get hurt. Though the thought of either Marr or he losing their weapon during their match was laughable and Seto slowly placed himself directly in opposition to his sister. Her colorful training sword, vibrant red, was rather adorable to be seen wielded by such an experienced warrior. Seto had seen first hand what kind of fighter and hunter Marr was and to see her in such serious form with a somewhat amusing blade brought Seto a bemused expression of delight.

The practice sword he chosen was a bright green, with both hands placed carefully onto the blade, Seto stood fast with his more defensive form of Niman. That saber technique required the usage of the Force to help offset some of its more glaring flaws when compared to others, specifically to his sister's own opening stance, but Seto was confident enough with his ability for their little entertainment match for the students.

"Of course, no Force powers and either of us will stop when someone concedes." Seto agreed, his eyes focused and thoughts racing through some poses that both of them could hold for to teach and impress the students perhaps. Well, hopefully we can get away with some more advance techniques later-

"Woah!" Quite an undignified manner of speech.

Seto nearly missed the blur of motion of blonde hair and long red colour that nearly smashed into his chest and no doubt would had knocked the air out of him. His thanked his instincts to bring up his blade to block the practice sword, and even through the padding the 'thud' sound made was both impressive and woke Seto's inner focus. This was no entertainment mat- sharp intake of breathe and Seto felt his forward leg get launched sideways.

Marr kicked into Seto's lead leg and with a near miracle the Du Couteau heir had already placed the majority of his weight to his back leg but was forced to jump backwards to avoid any other follow up attacks. Seto released his left hand from hold his blade and changed his stance to a more modern fencing school of thought. Marr was focused on seeing her dear older brother flat on his back and looking up to his adorable sister.

A large intake of breathe, his nerves calmed and Seto refocused on his real situation and not his imaginary scenario of entertaining his students. Marr is challenging my Pride as a Noble, best I respond in kind. Marr intended to show the students her best, and it would be fool hardy to not honor and show them his own best as well.

Seto grinned and took a single step forward.

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Marriskcal Lati
Equipment: Dress, Lightsaber x2 (Cyan & Azure), Throwing Knives
Location: Commissariat Academy Centre, [REDACTED], Coruscant
Interacting with: [member="Seto Du Couteau"]

The moment the final word of assent left Seto’s lips, the young woman tore across the space between them, her arm slashing downwards in a diagonal cut aimed at his chest. It was a favoured opening move of hers, as the torso was not only the largest target, but it often meant that the opponent would end up having to parry her.

With the crimson toy in her dominant arm locking blades with her brother’s own and the advantage of momentum on her side, Marriskcal knew she had him on the defensive. A fierce grin found its way to her lips even as she lashed out with a leg, the full force of her kick impacting against his own.

Her style of fighting was aggressive and swift, striking hard and fast while using the alacrity of her steps to wear her opponents down. After all, the young woman has spent much of her life training alongside and sparring against her counterpart, who was much larger and stronger than her. With him, it was always a game of tooka and clawmouse, for the moment he had her within his grasp, it only meant certain defeat.

As Seto disengaged and withdrew to a safer distance, the blonde allowed her brother this grace. Her poise straightened once more, the point of her toy sword held at an angle towards the floor as she tilted her head to consider the older male. The thought of fair play and avoiding from aiming for his faults has never once alighted on her mind, for Marriskcal was a creature molded and honed to despise losing and to always aim for victory. When she sparred against Barbatos and Ei– Frederic, and even when she has trained under her once Master and Lord’s tutelage, she has always sought to target their flaws.

And since she has noted that Seto preferred to be on the defensive–

–Marriskcal would just have to slowly tear him down with her keen bladework and physical aptitude.

Piece by piece.

She stayed silent even as the other shifted into a more dueling-centric form, her gaze cold and considering and her smile sweet and gentle. While the blonde doubted that her perceptive brother would fall for the same sequence…

Ah.

Once again, Marriskcal raised her arm in a makashi stance, balancing her weight evenly on both legs. In a fluid movement, she lowered her body and lunged forward, the toy blade held across her torso as she closed the distance. A step before she entered his range, the young woman thrust herself to her full height, her crimson sword arcing upwards in the same motion. At the same time, her other limbs prepared to either defend or strike out depending on her brother’s own answering move.

If Seto answered her blade with his own, she would deflect its slant with a sharp slash of her hand and attempt to ram into his torso with her shoulder. And if he attempted to be devious? She was prepared to neutralise and counter his ensuing assault.

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau
Location: Coruscant, Commissariat Academy Center [Redacted]
Academy Students
[member="Marriskcal Lati"]

​

Seto mentally mourned the loss of his Force abilities, as he had trained himself to rely on on his Force shields and barriers to assist him as he would go for attacks with his blades. Unfortunately both his blade and feet work needed to be on the defensive and Seto tightened his grip to his blade. Marr had no intention of keeping it a simple blade sparring match, the thought alone sent a shiver up his spine and only compounded when he briefly matched her eyes.

The difference between the two were clear and Seto's own attempt to take the initiative became futile as he quickly changed his stance to a defensive one. Marr's blade would meet his own, but instead of the loud crack of two practice swords colliding with one another, it sounded mild because instead of stopping her sword with his block, Marr deflected his block and with her free hand forcibly continued his sword's deflected momentum sideways.

Marr's shoulder continued to rush forward, but met only air instead of Seto's chest, the young heir was naturally light on his feet and side stepped away from the physical body attack. Seto though still had very few options to contend against Marr with, as he had very little experience with such combat when unaided by the Force.

Instead though I need to keep my distance.

His practice sword had far more reach than any of Marr's limbs, but if he couldn't keep her at a distance it was all moot, so Seto choose the more defensive option yet again. He pushed himself away, his blade swung low to ward away potential rushing attack but instead of gaining more distance he moved around Marr, his feet appeared as if he was a t a waltz. Quick and graceful almost hopping steps, Seto circled his very aggressive sister and kept his blade ready.

Seto's goal was clear for him, absorb her aggression for as long as possible. An opening would eventually open up and Seto was incredibly patient for his opportunity.

The students themselves all appeared entranced with the match, even the younger and shyer students did not look away whenever the blades clashed. Of course they huddled closed by their older brothers, who in turn gently whispered to one another about ridiculous kinds of attacks they could do with their fists and swords together. Their instructor Marr certainly showed off a different kind of sword play that made them anxious to learn more of soon as it was possible.

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Marriskcal Lati
Equipment: Dress, Lightsaber x2 (Cyan & Azure), Throwing Knives
Location: Commissariat Academy Centre, [REDACTED], Coruscant
Interacting with: [member="Seto Du Couteau"]

The arrogance of youth!

Remember, youngling.

Always plan for the eventuality that your adversaries are stronger and swifter than you.

Always prepare for your strikes to be deflected.

Always ready yourself to be countered.

And never show mercy.

For no being with a lick of sense will show you any.

As Seto stepped aside to avoid her onslaught, her left leg lashed out to stabilise her equilibrium. Within the same movement, she used the same limb to flow into her next strike, the precise finesses of makashi shiftin into the more vicious strokes of djem so. If her brother had played his nimble game of keepaway with anyone than Marriskcal, he may have had a better chance.

But it was because it was her, who used such a tactic against her partner and counterpart, she was already aware of all the risks and weaknesses. Sheer physical aptitude will always dominate. “Did you miss me stepping all over your toes?” she finally broke the silence, her lilt of her voice amused as her dominant right leg touched the floor. “You could have asked for an encore of our dance lessons, you know? I am always happy to oblige.”

Lowering the centre of her gravity by bending her knee, the young woman pushed off, the fleetness of her form finally touching the foundation what she was capable of. To the Ren, the Force was a tool to ease one’s life and to provide one with an additional weapon. The strength of the body and the skill of how one wielded a weapon were considered more essential, especially when one was a youngling and did not have the necessary discipline and focus for influencing the Force.

With her sword arm raised overhead at an angle, Marriskcal entered within the defensive circle her brother had set up within two steps. With a wicked grin playing at her lips and the full force of her strength and weight behind her strike, the toy blade swept downwards.