Fresh Lessons for Fresh Faces

[Matreya]

Damien rolled to his knees, pinning his wife down beneath him, "Well love, I believe today I am going to actually begin real training with my apprentices." Placing a kiss on her nose, he smiled as his amulet that hung on his golden chain bumped lightly against her chin, "You're welcome to come along, but I don't wanna bore you." Offering her a loving kiss he cocked his head to the side as if hearing something.

With a sigh he rose up, his woman still beneath him, "Yes. I understand. Let them know today is not the day... no. I don't care. Yes I know I need an heir... no I won't force her to bear m- say that again and I will watch the blood leave your arm after I dismember it. She is able to do as she wishes. She is the Queen of this Empire. Beneath me is her word. None others." Damien said, appearing to speak to himself, but obviously communicating aloud with a telepath. He spoke so his wife could hear his side.

"Sorry babe. The advisors are being assholes again." Rising off of the bed he drew on undergarments, then jeans. Lastly he turned to their closet and pulled free a button down shirt that he used to cover his broad back.

"You know, I have a feeling that Lilith, First Apprentice you remember? Well I feel like she might be turning me slowly insane." He said with a chuckle, "Lucky for me I have you." Finishing with his shirts buttons, he raised a hand, to which Lymmahtun soared through the air to his awaiting palm. Strapping the blade down on his hip, he glanced at his woman once more.

"How's my hair?" He chuckled then sent another burst through the Force, in what was becoming his calling card to his apprentices. They would know where to find him soon.

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[Deneve Verd]

"Watching you would not bore me darling.. Never think that. If anything it might be interesting." It was when he started communicating with someone that her brow rose at his responses, somethings akin to an annoyed hiss passed her lips before, she reached out and flicked his arm lightly So when he rose, she too rose in one fluid motion and strode towards him, reaching out, she adjusted his shirt collar before stilling." Lilith. Bright red hair?pretty green eyes?"She'd question softly, standing on her toes before reaching up to run her fingers through his hair.


Stepping back, she would quickly pull on her own clothes; a loose fitting blouse and simple pair of jeans. Moving to yank her hair into a pony-tale, she would then stop to kiss his cheek. "I want to see what you do. Show me?"A soft spoken yet simple question voiced to him yet her eyes begged him not to tell her no. Stepping back, she would place her hands on her hip, her eyes sliding up his frame then down again in approval. "You look fine. You always do."



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[Matreya]

"Yes. You know Lilith?" Damien asked, "I imagined you would have heard of her, but not actually know her." When she asked to join him he grinned, "I offered didnt I?" Stepping closer, he tilted her head up to kiss her deep and loving.

As he did so wind rushex around them, the earth seemed to warp, and an odd pull against the back of the neck could be felt. When she opened her eyes, she would find they were on the top level of Val'hala, the suns overhead shining brightly. The hundred plus mile journey was over in moments.

Glancing to his side, Damien waved down an elder man, "Maxime, are the weapons ready?" He asked.

"Of course, m'lord."

Damien smiled, "Good. They will first learn to act as a unit," Damien explained once he glanced to his wife, "by having them face me with whatever weapon they choose."

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[Deneve Verd]

"She's dating my father Isley... And, she's always been insane. She has been since my father first brought her home."

Was all Deneve Murmured before she felt the shift. Stepping back from him, she would glance around at their surroundings, her eyes soon sliding back to him. "Your teaching methods are interesting." Was all she stated before stepping away and turning around on her heels, taking in everything infront of her.

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[Matreya]

"Ya know, I sense some of your father's greatness in you. Would you care to practice?" He asked, then grinned and tapped his chin, "Bet you're scared." He murmured. Embracing her tight, he kissed her neck then murmured in her ear, "Scaredy cat. Lets see what ya got."

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[Deneve Verd]

She knew he was baiting her and that both pleased yet amused her. So it was no surprise when she slipped out of the coat she wore and removed the various blades and weapons she had hidden on her person."You want to practice?You know if you wanted to roll around and get sweaty all you had to do was ask.."She kept a straight face and began stretching. "Fine, lets dance darling?"

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[Matreya]

"Don't worry about hurting me." Damien grinned, "Use whatever weapons you wish. In that building there is nearly any make of weapon you would like." He said, "Honestly, don't worry. Not to denote your skills, but to pronounce my own. I can heal any would long enough to get to a bacta tank."

He said as he unsheathed Lymmahtun, the crystal blade glinting in the light of the suns. The blue hue screamed of light side, but in reality the blade was of a neutral design. Made by Rave Merrill for Hayden Cater whom sold it at auction, it had been obtained by an alchemist that truly understood the work put into it.

Using it mostly as a vacuum, and regal adornment, it was never wielded anymore. This would be its first use. But that also did not mean it would be used offensively. His wife would not be a target for the craft, rather it would be used defensively to block or parry if dodging simply was impossible.

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[Deneve Verd]

"One condition. No weapons. I want to fight you one on one in hand to hand combat. That way even if it is rough I still get to touch you. When you aren supposed to be teaching. "

She flashed him a devious grin before placing her hands on her hips."Though I am hesitant. I could damage your face. It is your best asset.." Oh yes she was teaching him do it should come as no surprise when she danced forward in one fluid motion, placing a light peck on his cheek then dance away. Her hands moving to twirl her hair up into a tight bun. "I think our dancing should be left to a later time so that it doesn't interfere with your teaching."

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[Matreya]

Damien grinned tossing Lymmahtun to the side, where the blade dug itself into the wall nearby. He rolled his neck, then his shoulders, all the while watching Den. "Come then gorgeous, damage my face." He flashed his own smile in return.

Bringing his legs tight together, he put one arm behind his back, then let the other go slightly forward then out, palm up, thumb tucked to cover the flesh. Next he blew her a wink while licking his lips.

"Let's make it interesting. Whoever pins the other, in any fashion, for 5 seconds, owes the other." As he spoke, his voice took on a sultry tone towards the end before he chuckled. His meaning was obviously not taking about the conventional favor.

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[Deneve Verd]

It wasn't' this often that Deneve drifted into complete silence. This silence also brought about an eerie stillness, her breathing slowing. Her once peaceful expression took on slightly torn expression. On one hand the thought of trading blows with someone excited the warrior part of her. On the other, the person she was trading blows with was Him. So she honestly considered throwing the match. She had a slight problem. One that she would never admit to anyone. Bloody images constantly danced within her mind. Fighting only enhanced those images. So she would bite her lip hard enough to draw blood.



It was these images making an appearance, that made her switch to viewing him as prey to be analyzed. Her head cocked to the side, her eyes traveling up and down his form rapidly, she took note of his stance. So various assaults would no longer work. Her lips curled back and she actually growled at him, not liking that he would put her in this position. Damien would just suffer the consequences of placing Deneve in this situation later. It was only when she stepped forward, that her mindset was on disabling him. She would not harm him.




Stopping mid-step, Deneve would kick her shoes off and roll up her pants, before rising and lunging at him, feigning a kick to his left side, fully intent on seeing it through if he didn't react to her intention. She of course was merely testing his reaction speed. Yes, it had been a while since she traded blows. Okay, only a few nights. She may of gone and picked a few fights with a few drinks after she parted ways with him.

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[Matreya]

Damien smiled at her as she removed her shoes. It was the most shocking thing, to find that he had developed a liking to her feet. Not quite a fetish, but close. They were small and cute. He liked that. But he did not let this trip him up.

After she rolled her sleeves, she lunged to hurl a kick in his direction. The moment she sped up, his own combat side kicked in. Time slowed to his perception, and when the leg moved his way, he lifted his own just enough to step down lightly and pin the foot to the ground. It would not break anything, nor likely hurt much, or any considering her heritage.

"Come on babe." He said clicking his tongue in mock dissaproval. It was enjoyable to get a rise out of her.

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[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Echo would stride into the room in the armor given to her by her trainer Sabrina and watch as this went on and note how much of a liking she had taken towards her master. As she watched she smiled knowing her master would win. She had never seen this woman before but her force readings were off the chart. Echo was frightened by how high they were. She would pull up a chair and watch. Noting how her master trapped the woman's small foot.

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[Darth Tremor]

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Tremor burst into the room, hoping not to interrupt anything. He walked over to Echo and quietly stood by her, almost pretending like she wasn't there. However, it smelled as if she was wearing expensive perfume or something. He watched his master, knowing that he would win. Nobody messed with the Emperor.

Tremor had dreamed about being part of the Emperor's royal guard. It was a secret, that he didn't wish to tell anyone, but, Tremor craved knowledge more than power. He wanted to gain information about the entire galaxy, so he could know where to strike whenever he needed to. Then, staring off into space, Tremor thought about how great it would be to be the Chief Royal Guard. He would gain all the knowledge of the Sith in that position, and use it to be the Emperor's number one protector.

 

[Deneve Verd]

She had not expected that. She was glad he would keep things interesting. So when his foot came down on hers she felt nature itself, It coursed through her veins. Instinct. A swift reach in response to his tactic, a reflex poised to clasp her fingers around his throat and should her flesh touch his, crimson would flare about her skin. By the force would her grip be strengthened not to crush but to never let go.

"Taunting is unbecoming. Let's not do that. You may be more skilled in some aspects but do not flaunt your power Damien."

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[Matreya]

Releasing her leg, Damien backpedaled out of reach while leaning in the same direction to avoid the hands. Smiling, he blew her a kiss, "Come on, you know its a joke. I'm not even using any power any way. This is simply adapted skill over millennia of life. But dont worry babe, I won't tease you if its such a problem." He said as he once more came in close.

When he was within range, he tossed a light weight jab in her direction. But should she move to dodge it, he was ready in the form of a lunge that would let him slide under her arms while rotating to grab her around the stomach, ended with a hug from behind. If she blocked, then off course his plan was thwarted, but it was a gamble.

Either way, the blow would never harm her. Should it come close, he would stop short.

He happened to sense his apprentices nearing, then watching, so he called, "Arm yourselves. The warehouse has whatever you may want. You face me next. So make a plan!"

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[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Echo took off in a sprint and made it to the warehouse where the first thing that caught her eye was a bowcaster. She ran over and grabbed it along with a sword. She then turned to Tremor and say "So what is the plan?"

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[Deneve Verd]

She was ready for him. Her instincts were ruling her, so when he closed the distance between them it was only a matter of seconds before she rolled off to the side of him. Using the momentum of her roll, she was up and spinning on her heels until she now faces him in a crouch.

Her movements had taken on an animalistic grace as the time went by. Keeping enough distance between them it was only a matter of time before she began speaking, her gaze traveling towards the new arrivals." Perhaps we should take a rain check so that you may teach your apprentices. We can continue this in private.."

She hoped he would allow them to finish this at a later time, the images within her mind becoming more frequent as they continued their dance.

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[Matreya]

Damien sighed, then cheated by enhancing his speed through the Force. Like lightning he was on her, but mid tackle, rolled so he was under her. Hands on her rear he smiled up at her, "Oops. You win. I owe you one." He chuckled then kissed her, both hands cupping her face.

Hoisting her like she was a child, he rose to his feet then set her down, "I was right. You got talent love. I think we should be a bit more serious sometime, and really go at it."

Looking to his side he saw a large rock, which he walked towards then hopped onto, calling out, "You have three seconds! Things change, so don't complain! Get out, armed, and ready to learn!" He boomed across the field.

"I recommend you come out swinging!"

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[Deneve Verd]

She chuckled then nodded at him, her gaze following him before she moved to sit a safe distance away from the training area. She was curious to see how his apprentices would do and eager to see how he taught. Resting against a rock, she would close her eyes for a few moments, hoping to ease the throbbing in her head. Once more her eyes would open before sliding in the direction of Damien and his apprentices, her head cocking to the side slightly.

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[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Echo decided not to wait for an answer but instead to go ahead. She barreled into the arena ready to fight. She cocked the bowcaster

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