Red and Green makes Brown

[Tormax Tryte]

Darth Naefas walked through the ship that was known as Coldharbour. It was the ship that he had met his alchemist mentor on. He doubted she was upon the ship at the moment but if she was, then he would meet her late and continue his training within alchemy, until then he had someone to meet. That someone was green, that someone was known as @[member="Circe Savan"]. It was a place of learning, where you could find someone to teach you, just like how Darth Naefas had found Rave Merrill.

They had met briefly and Naefas was certain that she had some things she could do for him. Specifically upon his own race and things that he could learn from her through the Force. He could only hope that the things he had heard were good and true. It would be a shame for a green being to suddenly start smelling like a burnt forest.

He had found her ship within the hangar, when they had spoken through holocommunicators she had told him where it was located and in what section of the ship. It seemed he had found it and he waited for the door / ramp to the ship opening up when he stood at the foot of it and projecting his presence through the Force to the ship as if in 'greeting.' It would be quite awkward if she wasn't here...Or it was a trap.

 

[Onrai]

"Ah. Naefas. Nice to see you around." She smiled, her illusory form shimmering into existence directly in front of him. "I'm down the far hallway to the right." She was curious as to what exactly he wanted, but hey. Darksiders and darksiders. It was good to see that the Coldharbour actually existed, a place for Darksiders to mingle with one another. She of course had no knowledge of Naefas' allegiance to the One Sith, but hell, it didn't really matter.

"Come on in."

@[member="Darth Naefas"]

 

[Tormax Tryte]

He followed the directions he had been given from the spectre. When the spectre guided him to the door and he came to it, he heard the voice within speak and he walked inside. He wasn't sure who she was exactly, though when he did enter and he saw her he bowed to her slightly. "Lady Savan." Was his greeting. "A pleasure to meet you." He said with a nod, a second greeting for the evening. Who was to say Naefas wasn't polite? There was no need to be hostile in this environment. The Sith Empire had fallen quite some time ago and it was time for the Sith to move on. Moving on in small groups was probably for the best. Two...Was perfect.

@[member="Circe Savan"]

 

[Onrai]

"Likewise. Glad to see my doppelganger guided you to the right location." She smiled, motioning for him to take a seat on a maroon comfy chair located directly across from her, a desk the only thing between the two." So, do tell, what were you looking for with regards to training or resources? Depending on what you need, I suppose I can supply both, either, or neither."

The enigmatic way she said that ended with a smirk.

@[member="Darth Naefas"]

 

[Tormax Tryte]

He walked to the table and took a seat in front of her. His hands were clasped within the long black sleeves of his dark robes. "Anything will do to be sure." His face had the appearance of thought when it seemingly fell from his face revealing his crimson heritage. "If you are capable of teaching me the Magic of my ancestors, knowledge...Anything." The way he ended it was an evil grin that was hinting at something else entirely.

@[member="Circe Savan"]

 

[Onrai]

"Sith magic?" She raised an eyebrow, giving his Pureblood appearance a smirk. "Perhaps... But before I teach you anything, there is one requirement I need you to fulfill." Sitting back in her chair, she gave him a soft smile. "Tell me all that you already know about Sith sorcery, as well as your other various powers. I'd hate to end up teaching you something you already know, and besides, isn't it best to build off your current skill set?"

@[member="Darth Naefas"]

 

[Tormax Tryte]

"My skill set is the Force." He said calmly. It was what he focused on instead of duelling, though duelling was a given when you were powerful within the Force...Sometimes."I little to nothing of Sith Magic." He said almost sadly. He had met no Masters of the dark side who could teach him what he would have to know to weave and cast the spells of the Dark Side.

"I am adept at telekinesis, lightning and pyrokinesis." And that was it. "Are you able to teach me?"

@[member="Circe Savan"]

 

[Onrai]

"Indeed... We'll start basic, and from there, we can move on to greater things." A soft pause hit her lips. "The first is called Aura of Uneasiness. Just focus with the Dark Side around you. Chant if you need to. The result should make me feel somewhat uneasy about being around you." That was why it was called what it was called, after all.

"I expect good things from you learning this."

@[member="Darth Naefas"]

 

[Tormax Tryte]

He was quiet for a few moments. How was he supposed to do it? He felt as if he were an Apprentice again in the presence of the Sith Emperor, Darth Vulcanus or even Darth Vornskr. Though those times had long since passed and now he was a Darth. He had taken a title of victory and power. He was the Sith Lord now. "How will I do it?" He asked and while he spoke he casted the Force outwards from his body with the intent of giving pain, fear, anger and all of them mixed together to make her uneasy. He doubted she would truly be made uneasy, it was his first time doing it though he was powerful in the Force, and their proximity was quite close.

Darth Naefas was certain she was bracing herself, maybe, but if she wasn't then she'd be able to to know if he was doing it properly. Very well he thought to himself when he had come to the conclusion and he focused everything on making her uneasy. He was wandering on the fringes of her mind and trying to force the uneasiness over her. He wasn't really sure if he was doing it right, it was his first time after all.

@[member="Circe Savan"]

 

[Onrai]

Circe, having plenty of experience with this mostly benign form of Sith Sorcery, was hardly affected by his first attempt. Still, she did feel it, if only to a minor degree. "Not bad for a first try... I felt that. Barely." Pausing, she gave a soft chuckle. "Now, try it again. Put more effort into it this time. I expect only the best from you and nothing else."

Which was indeed true.

@[member="Darth Naefas"]

 

[Tormax Tryte]

He nodded and he closed his eyes completely to focus better. It had never occurred to him at how closing your eyes helped so much. Probably because your eyes got distracted by the slightest movement. There were the faintest hints of a grin at the corner of his lips, obviously it was his confidence and then it was as if he attacked her mentally through the Force, though instead of trying to seize control of her mind he was trying to plant a seed. A seed of uneasiness, something to think about, a constant thought, a suggestion of uneasiness, fear, confusion, shock. Anything to make her feel uneasy and unsure of herself.

It was a relentless attack and he eventually stopped, he thought he was sweating, though he didn't. His exertion was obviously quite intense.

@[member="Circe Savan"]

 

[Onrai]

Circe felt queasy. She felt almost as though she had to throw up. Then again, she was a plant, and she didn't exactly have the ability to throw up, so it was worse for her. "Ugh... Okay, you can stop now." Sighing, she wanted to rela, but at the moment, she couldn't. "That was pretty simple, eh? but a lot more work will be needed for more complicated things, such as summoning the dead or things such as that.

@[member="Darth Naefas"]

 

[Tormax Tryte]

He stopped and he stood up to stare at the green figure in front of him. "I do not wish to summon the dead, at least, not yet." He said with a shake of his head, and he looked out the window, if there was a window. And then he turned to look at her again. "What else can you teach me, Circe Savan?"

@[member="Circe Savan"]

 

[Onrai]

"Well... Sutta Chwituskak, for one." She paused, focusing, sweat beading on her brow as her inner hatred began to manifest itself, a bolt of hatred flying towards a corner of the wall, burning it. "Learning this spell takes time and practice. More than likely, you'll have to say 'Sutta Chwituskak' each time you wish to use it, until you've trained to the point that you no longer need it to be proficient."

That was how this sort of thing worked out, after all.

@[member="Darth Naefas"]

 

[Tormax Tryte]

"I understand." He said with a nod of his head. And he did. There were a few other things that he could learn, but here, with his power within the Force, his progress in the following of the steps of the Kissai, not yet. He wasn't going to be sending bolts of hatred at anybody anytime soon.

"Something that will not take time."

@[member="Circe Savan"]

 

[Onrai]

"All Sith magic takes time to learn." She smiled. Well, except for the Aura of Uneasiness, which is quite easy to utilize." She smiled, giving a soft, somewhat caring grin. "Let me guess... the reason you've done this, all of this, is because of your race. I know you're no Zeltron, which leaves me with only one conclusion as to your species." She smirked.

"Pureblood, eh?"

@[member="Darth Naefas"]

 

[Tormax Tryte]

"It is mine to learn by right." He said simply. And it was, the Purebloods had created Sith Alchemy and Sith Magic. Something that these weaker species had decided to take and learn, and leave the Purebloods behind once they had been used and their stores of information could be harvested no more. He hated them all for it, they would all die because of it. One day. "I will need your help for the plans that I wish to execute in the future, Circe Savan." He said with a nod of his head, and he threw his hand behind his head, to the hood, and threw it back, to indeed prove that he was a Pureblood.

Though, even though he was a Pureblood his facial tattoos were evidently quite less than upon other parts of his body. He had decided where the tattoos went when the time had come. Any who would stop that, had died.

@[member="Circe Savan"]

 

[Onrai]

"There are many people who'd say the same." She smiled. "But you're still more dilute than some I've run across." A soft smirk crossed her lips. "You and everyone else wants me to help with their plans. I assume you're likely one of those One Sith people in the Coldharbour bar have been talking about. Hence the "Darth" title when I've never heard of you with that name before."

Crossing her arms, she still continued to smile.

@[member="Darth Naefas"]