There's A Reason For Everything(Past RP)

[Akabane Jarvik]

[member="Ydrin"]
Naboo, one year prior to the present.

Akabane enjoyed Naboo too much. He often forgot how lucky he was to have the life he had. It didn't start out easy of course but nothing does. Naboo was good for everything. The food, the work, the scenery, everything!

On this particular day, Akabane was training in a forest. Forests weren't the rarest but Naboo seemed pretty hilly and flat to him. Trees and other solid objects can be cut by sharp objects. Wind shapers can manipulate air in many ways. Each one might have their own methods however. For Akabane, making air cut through thin solid objects such as logs is easy. However, the air would be dull or begin to fade after a few logs. Air isn't solid or an iron sword. But still, pressure and techniques can create the same results.

 

[Llkt'tudrin'wyshd]

Ydrin calmly strode through the thin trees of the outlaying edges of the forest, uncaring the guard that followed behind him, tripping on tree roots as she did so and causing a large amount of noise that would be undoubtedly scaring off any of the wild animals that lived in the surrounding area.

Emotionless, purple eyes, the right of which had a milky black film covering the whites, flickered around the area, jumping from tree to tree. Hanging into those eyes were thin strands of golden blonde hair that hung from the long and messy mop of hair on Ydrin's hair. He was wearing his usual waistcoat but had forgone the coat this time. Hanging from his neck was a silver hourglass necklace that bounced as he walked, always landing next to the silver timepiece in his breast pocket.

The reason for the isolated noble child to be walking through the forest was simple. He had grown bored of his parents overbearing attitude and when they had left to attend a dinner party for an allied noble house, Ydrin had taken advantage of the opportunity and, using the sway he had over the staff, chose to wander off of the estate and into the nearby forest. The only concession he made was that a guard was allowed to follow him.


[member="Akabane Jarvik"]

 

[Akabane Jarvik]

[member="Ydrin"]

Akabane was wearing his working/training robes specifically on that day. He brought no weapons and no communication devices. The day was for training only with no other disturbances. Although... him cutting trees probably wasn't the most quiet thing he could do for training.

After a couple for minutes of cutting down trees, the boy stopped and rested. Shaping required a bit of extra energy for him, or at the time rather. That would one thing he could improve on substantially. He wasn't out of breath or anything, drained rather. Everyone needs a break.

Looking for the perfect spot, he found a big rock. He walked over to it and sat down. His energy restored rather quickly though. The source of his exhaustion must have been the ongoing training for almost and entire hour.

 

[Llkt'tudrin'wyshd]

As he strode forwards at a continuous pace, Ydrin heard his guard pick up the pace and start to catch up with him. The reason for this was clear to the young noble. Emotionless purples eyes, in contract to the panicked gasps of the female behind him, scanned over the area before, easily making out the sight of fallen trees laying like dead giants, casualties of some great and terrible battle.

Striding over to one of the stumps that had once been the lowest part of a great trunk, Ydrin ran his hand along the many centric rings found etched into the wood as markers of times fruitless battler against the trees and that its attempts to whither them to dust had failed before it had begun. "S-smooth." How clean cut the stump was was puzzling to Ydrin. Yes, he knew that there were many devices that could of formed this type of effect. But, he saw no signs of there use. No flattened and broken grass, no burn marks, no taste of electricity in the air.

Reaching towards his back under his coat, Ydrin removed his revolver from its holster and let it hand towards the ground. Behind him, he heard the guard draw her own weapon. Keeping focus on staying silent, Ydrin slipped back into the tree line as he walked towards where he could just make out a figure, taking a route that would bring him out from behind the target, not in front.


[member="Akabane Jarvik"]

 

[Akabane Jarvik]

[member="Ydrin"]

Akabane was enjoying himself. The wind blew a little hard in the wooded areas, so he could glide without shaping a lot of wind. The trees also blocked out most of the sunlight which was very pleasing.

The unknown person who was creeping up on him wouldn't be noticed by any force power really. The shapers of air or wind can sense a change of flow in air. Well, anyone can actually. However, the wind shapers know the air too well.

Even with his ability, Akabane didn't notice the two people. His enjoyment was taking over his senses. The rock was starting to make his bottom hurt so he launch of of the rock with his feet and some help from the wind where he would land on a nearby stump.

"Its back to training..." he mumbled looking for his next tree.

 

[Llkt'tudrin'wyshd]

[member="Akabane Jarvik"]

Ydrin stood silent and still, his guard copying him, at the edge of the tress, staring at the man sitting on the stone. When the man finally made a move, Ydrin's eyebrows raised at the abnormal length of the leap the man executed. However, seeing his chance, Ydrin stepped into the clearing, revolver cocked and aimed at the back of the man's head.

"N-name. Reas-son to b-be here." While his voice had stuttered like it usually did when talking to someone new, the accented tones were harsh.

 

[Akabane Jarvik]

[member="Ydrin"]

Once Akabane heard the voice of one of the two, he was startled. He turned his head slightly to the left to see two figures. One aiming at his head and one, a woman, simply standing by. Akabane didn't take weapons being aimed at him lightly. Although he didn't have memories from his past, the feeling from both now and then was mutual.

Akabane slowly put his hands up and turned around. "Akabane. I'm training." Although the gun being aimed at him ticked him off a lot, projectiles he couldn't stop with air would most likely end him.

 

[Llkt'tudrin'wyshd]

Keeping the revolver trained on Akabane, Ydrin let his eyes scan around the clearing. While there was damage similar to what he had seen after his uncle had been practising with his sword, no such weapon was in sight. The damage around the clearing matched that of a sword only, clean slices through everything. That meant that the training was not in firearms, either plasma cell based ones or slugthrowrers. While Ydrin had also heard of lightsabers, no hilt like they had been described was visible nor were there burn marks along the edges of the cuts.

Returning his attention to Akabane, Ydrin did not lower his weapon even as he considered what to do. While the evidence of training did not match to any other weapon other than one that was clearly not present, the young noble was inclined to believe the tail of training due to his skill in reading body language. No hint of a lie had been present within the male before him, but then, this Akabane could be skilled in manipulating his body language, Ydrin himself was, after all.

"W-what w-were y-you t-training-g w-with?"


[member="Akabane Jarvik"]

 

[Akabane Jarvik]

[member="Ydrin"]

A smirk formed on Akabane's face as he turned around to face the two slowly. Knowing it was a bad idea, he did it anyway. Akabane put his hands down while holding his right hand out. It'd be used for a base. "Watch closely." Air particles would start gathering gently and slowly at his palm. Then, a small vortex could be seen growing from his palm increasing in height.

Akabane quit smirking but smiled afterwards and continued the conversation. "Once again, I am Akabane. I shape and harness air and wind. I am known as a shaper." he paused getting ready to answer his question. "I was shaping wind to cut the logs. Sorry if I was a disturbance."

 

[Llkt'tudrin'wyshd]

Nodding slowly, Ydrin lowered his slugthrower pistol and holstered it.

"S-sorry t-to h-have b-bothered y-you, S-Sir." Ydrin let out a quiet chuckle, one that had a slightly embarrassed and awkward tone within it. "N-Not m-many p-people c-come h-here, a-and a-after s-seing th-the e-effects o-of y-your t-training." He paused to tilted his head backwards in the direction of the no-longer-there trees that had born the brunt of Akabane. "I-I d-did w-wonder I-if th-there w-was s-some H-Hunter h-here."

He chuckled again in the same embarrassed way as before before straightening. "M-my a-apologies. I-I h-have f-forgotten m-my m-manner. I-I a-am Y-Ydrin A-Aldifa, o-of A-Aldifa. A-A p-pleasure." As he introduced himself, Ydrin executed his usual and slightly weird bow. His right hand came up to his right eye, fingers curled in a slightly abnormal manner, before the hand was sweapt to the side and he bowed at the waist until his body was at a forty-five degree angle. His left hand stayed resting on the small of his back he whole time. With a snap, Ydrin was once again standing at his full height.


[member="Akabane Jarvik"]

 

[Akabane Jarvik]

[member="Ydrin"]

Akabane was relieved when the boy had put away his weapon.

After the boy apologized, Akabane quit having a serious tone. "Its fine." he paused the looked himself. Shock was all of his face. Then, he looked back at the boy smiling. "That's a new record. I can usually do only half of that."

The boy seemed to have a stuttering issue. It wasn't bothering but he wondered why he stuttered. "Nice to meet you." he said bowing in a more simpler way with his hand on his belly and leaned forward. "You seem good at bowing. Have you been trained by any chance?" he asked due to Ydrin saying where he was from.