Waking Up for Real

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[member="Darth Ferus"]
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Did I word something wrong XD The feather chains off the bottom of her lightsaber was her father's- not the entire saber XD

Gavrriks held the small amount of leather in her hand, trying to summon any form of anger towards it. Ruknal- Ruknal, the name was only a spark of ignition, but she still required some more anger. Gav turned her body slightly away from Ferus, trying to focus on everything about her father that angered her. Suddenly, without even realizing it, Gavrriks noted one entire outcome of her anger; a single sentence. It is not the warrior that makes them weak, but there mind. If a memory drags you down, you are nothing. Unless you can eliminate it.

Almost as if someone had thrown baking soda with vinegar, Gavrriks suddenly felt overpowered with anger. She wasn't weak, there was no way. She had managed to leave Grieak on her own. She had been the one to kill a gang of outlaws on Tatooine. She had been the one to save herself. She wasn't the one who was dead. Her father had died, and she hadn't. The man she once knew as Ruknal Arwell was nothing more than a mere shadow; a ghost.

Just as she was about to open her hand to rip the leather and feather apart, Gav's eyes searched her palm to see nothing more than ashes. The trinket was gone. Gavrriks tipped her hand over, letting the ashes fall and disappear into the air. Gav didn't turn to look at Ferus, or even say anything. She was merely startled by what she had done.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Ah, a pyro." Ferus mused as her palm opened. The force manifested in many different ways, some physical, some mental. As it turned out, she was fire. Though, he didn't exactly explain what he meant by pyro. Catching himself, he would continue. "The Force is fueled by those who use it. Without meaning to, you've channeled the Force to create heat. Meaning, you have an affinity to use flame. Combustion, maybe even lightning, another form of heat and power. Good, very good." There was a smile offered to [member="Gav Arwell"] . "I believe it's time to actually begin your training, especially now that I have a starting point. Wouldn't you agree?"

 

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[member="Darth Ferus"]

Pyro. Most likely short for Pyrokinesis, or Pyrokinetic. Gav's had fell to her side, despite still feeling the tingle of ash on her palm. Without even realising it, Gav made a quick mental note to wash her hands later. Gav's ears seemed to operate faster than her eyes, for which she'd managed to register what Ferus said without looking at him. Alas, when Ferus asked a question, Gav's eyes looked to greet Ferus.

"I agree, training does sound like a good idea." Gav said, nodding as she spoke.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Good. Now, do you remember how you felt when you burned that item away? How you channeled the Force? Your emotions have power, and the Sith live by using the emotion. Controlling the emotion. Hate can make you blind, and when you are blind your opponent will take advantage of this fact. For now, we are going to focus on using your hate to make a flame." With a wave of his hand the Sith Lord would blow out several of the candles in the room, and with a flick of his wrist he would call the candles themselves to him. Slowly they would land on the floor before her, arranged in a straight line. Seven in total. "For now, all I expect is you to light one flame. On any of these. We will practice with this every day, until such a time that I think we can move forward. We will plan out for your training, but begin with this. Understood?"

[member="Gav Arwell"]

 

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[member="Darth Ferus"]

Gavrriks looked down at each individual candle that laid at her feet. She inspected the wicks of each one, all doused in black from there once lit flames. She counted each of the seven candles. She didn't look up until Ferus finished his lesson plans. One of seven? she thought. Rather than responding with words, Gav responded with a single nod.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Ferus sort of blinked at [member="Gav Arwell"] for a moment or two. Then with a smile he simply pointed to the candle in the center. "Set that one aflame using the Force. Put your hand as close as you want to it, if it helps." With that, the Lord would move back to his seat, plopping down with a dull thud. This was no longer a time for talk, but more of a time of action. Action that may take a bit. A sigh would escape his lips as once more he lifted up the magazine. At least he had something to entertain himself while she would figure it out.

 

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[member="Darth Ferus"]

Gav's eyes drifted towards the candles below, focusing on the wick of one of the candles. She inspected how it was still slightly smoking from the fire, for which it was probably still warm. Gav stood over the candles, remaining silent. Everything she had was focused on the wick. Gav attempted to bring as much controlled anger to her senses as possible, imagining the wick on fire. It took about a few minutes, before the wick of one of the candles lit on fire. It was slow, of course. But it was lit.

Gav remained silent, not wanting to ruin his reading time.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Very good. You're better at this than most. Much better in fact. Now, burn the one on your farthest right." Not once did the red eyes flick up to [member="Gav Arwell"] . The Sith wasn't absorbed in his reading, rather tried to keep her focused on the task without his meddling. But she was progressing marviously. "After that, the left."

 

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[member="Darth Ferus"]
Gav eyed the wicks of the other two candles, the ones Ferus had verbally pointed out. She did the same thing she did before, using her anger and imagining the wicks on fire. Although the process was slow, she'd managed to light both- in time. Gav didn't look to Ferus this time. She closed her eyes, imagining the ashes on the floor before. If she'd managed to burn something to ash on accident, then what would happen during battle, when she was angry. Just thinking about it made her dizzy. Strong. she thought. I have to be both mentally and physically strong.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"If you're wondering if this will come in use during a battle, and if you can't control it how will it in the first place, don't. Focus on learning the skill itself, not what you're going to do next. Understand?" Slowly Ferus began to stand, setting the book down beside his table. "I'll be leaving for now. Focus on those candles, in this order. Left, right, middle. Got it?" There was a smile on his face as he turned to leave [member="Gav Arwell"] . The girl needed her rest, and time to collect herself. Soon her training would begin at a new level, but not just yet.

 

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[member="Darth Ferus"]

Once Ferus had left the room, the pain from her midsection came back. Apart from the pain returning, the icy feeling in the room left as well. Gavrriks turned from the candles for a minute, Taking a moment to recuperate. For once, she had no idea of what to do. Not the candle assignment Ferus had taught her, but in general. Originally, Gav had no intentions of being a Sith. But now here she was, doing the opposite of what she said. Honestly, it made her feel like a hypocrite. Shut up Gav. She thought shortly, silencing herself. You were the one who said dying unarmed was cowardly.

But the thing was, it was cowardly.

Saving the conversation for another time, Gav turned back towards the candles and continued what Ferus had said to do.

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Annddddd I think the thread's done 0 . 0