What are you?

[Darth Voracitos]

@[member="Hunter Yagami"]

Puzzling. With this one, Voracitos summoned this newest apprentice not out of the pretense of nostalgia or lust or any other such emotion. In truth, the Dark Lord would admit that of his apprentices, this one he had unfortunately dedicated the least amount of time. He was still his own person still! Among his other troubles, Voracitos decided that that must not stand.


To make up for it, he had called the man to stand before him at the epicenter of his girth, within the one entrance, one exit Heart of the Obsidian Throne. His green haze clung to the palpable darkness, surrounding the slothful and bored ghost, resting as he had for the others upon the midnight seat... the chair solely to seat him in the non-life.


Everything within his gluttony was dedicated to him, but in the end... would this foreign substance known as Hunter satisfy... or would he be disposed of as petty excrement?

 

[Matreya]

@[member="Hunter Yagami"] @[member="Darth Voracitos"] (no i wasnt invited to this one, and can ask for it to be deleted. Just running off the idea i had of getting them closer as a group.)

Nearby, leaning in the shadows, stood a behemoth of a man. Clad in his Beskar'gam with a long trenchcoat draped over his body, the man held mystery as to his intent. His Master sought his brother in arms, to see if he was adept as Daemos himself had been tested.

Curiously the man pondered how Voracitos would do it? For himself he had simply dropped him to his knees, his Torture by Chagrin absolute. Would his new allies training be similar, or was he special?

"My master, who is this Hunter? Why did you claim him?" Daemos asked casting his gaze to his only friend - and even that wasnt the proper description.

 

[Hunter Yagami]

Hunter was meditating still over all that he had seen, heard, and just generally experienced the past few days leading to him becoming stuck on the large ship he knew only as Girth. With the introduction to just the edge of the power of the Sith, he was already becoming better at calling up his inkling of power that made him perform better. That was when he was summoned, not by a person, but by a disembodied voice of someone truly powerful, the voice of the Sith that had called to him on Ziost...

Hunter stood up and walked lowly, making sure his blasters were always at the ready as he neared a room that felt as if it were teeming with energy. Hunter took a deep calming breath before walking into the room. Inside he could hear the voice of @[member="Darth Voracitos"] beckoning him closer as he noticed in the corner of the room a man @[member="Lord Daemos"] and he made sure to make eye contact before walking to the middle of the room.

"I was summoned here for what purpose my Lord?"

Hunter asked as he waited patiently for an answer.

 

[Darth Voracitos]

@[member="Lord Daemos"], @[member="Hunter Yagami"]

"Daemos, you know well that when one is claimed by me it is done through the beckoning of the force. In my experience, everyone is special... thus no living thing is." His gaze wandered towards his most curious of subjects. He looked upon Hunter as one might look upon an unusual gift given to them by someone familiar, that seems strange by giving it.

"Hunter," He addressed the man of the hour, displeased only slightly at the intrusion of his eldest apprentice. He had arranged these meetings specific to each of the apprentices, though he supposed he could not stop the curiosity and competition between old and new meats. He continued on, "You are here to train me in something." Surely this would come as a surprise to both apprentices present. Of course such a sentence wasn't exactly literal, but the meaning carried through all the same.

"I will admit, beyond your name and your potential in the force... I know nothing about you. You are as clean a slate as they come. Thus, I need to know who you are... what you represent, what you desire. You came to me for power, but that is a lesson you shall never understand if you do not know first the importance of fuel." He quickly realized that with this analogy, it was likely his apprentice would speak too literally. He glanced to his Anzat apprentice and contemplated how he could use him for his individualized lesson plan for Hunter. The xeno had a past with his family, and Voracitos had force him in his mind to lose control and kill them. That was a weakness that the Darth hoped had been quelled in that process. This made Voracitos suddenly aware that perhaps he had not been teaching fuel correctly. With his first apprentice, he had literally nothing, and the Darth pitted him against impossible odds, until he probably died... without teaching him a thing.

He look in on his own life for a better example.

"Before you respond, allow me to elaborate on the prospect of fuel. When I was alive, from the time I was young, I had heeded the call of the Sith way, and enslaved myself to my passions. As you may notice from my corpulent size, I fully indulged myself into a gluttonous habit. Ordinarily this would be a weakness, but I fueled my passions with resolve, and I made up for my weakness with strength. What in this life do you most indulge in?" He hoped that had clarified his request a bit.

 

[Matreya]

Sensing eyes upon himself, Daemos held the gaze of the newcomer - his brother in a way. The man had made the obvious attempt to see him, and be seen in return. This proved something that created the briefest of grins.

The man was unafraid. As he himself had been. Cocking an eye to Voracitos he began to hope his own skills would be tested as well, for his power over anothers mind had only grown since last they met.

Then, Daemos held no defense against the onslaught. Now, he could fight back. Whether he won was up for grabs however.

@[member="Hunter Yagami"] @[member="Darth Voracitos"]

 

[Hunter Yagami]

Hunter felt the presence in the room and then the ever-familiar pull on his mind as the voice of his Master entered his head, it allowed him to come back to his senses as he dropped to a knee to kneel in front of the throne. He knew that in order to gain respect and power, one must show it first.

"Hunter,"

Hunter looked up as his name was called, his eyes already beginning to darken and his thoughts were pure.

"You are here to train me in something."

Hunter was not confused as he heard this, but it was a bit surprising. A being powerful enough to be talking when not in the flesh was a feat that was of the most powerful masters of the Force.

"I will admit, beyond your name and your potential in the force... I know nothing about you. You are as clean a slate as they come. Thus, I need to know who you are... what you represent, what you desire. You came to me for power, but that is a lesson you shall never understand if you do not know first the importance of fuel."

"I am a clean slate...I am like clay to be molded by a sculptor for a much larger purpose., I was born and raised on Mandalore, and made a name for myself there without taking any of the trials a Mandalorian should have. I require power so that I can be a weapon, a weapon in the hands of the Sith Empire, so that it may rise again and that the Galaxy will know what it is to experience true fear. "

"Before you respond, allow me to elaborate on the prospect of fuel. When I was alive, from the time I was young, I had heeded the call of the Sith way, and enslaved myself to my passions. As you may notice from my corpulent size, I fully indulged myself into a gluttonous habit. Ordinarily this would be a weakness, but I fueled my passions with resolve, and I made up for my weakness with strength. What in this life do you most indulge in?"

"Indulge in...I indulge in causing chaos and disorder among stability my Lord...I partake of liquor in copious amounts, and my passion for the touch of flesh is almost unbearable at times, but my undying rage of which stems from fighting on Mandalore during skirmishes where I was left to die by the hands of the Republic...my rage....to destroy the tower of oppression the Jedi Scum hold over the Galaxy."

Hunter said as he looked up, his eyes still dark, almost blood read as he spoke...his voice beginning to take a turn from it's calm state.

@[member="Lord Daemos"] @[member="Darth Voracitos"]

 

[Darth Voracitos]

"Hmmm," Voracitos rubbed his formless chins in thought. Indeed this man was clean of most of his human passions, what he heard was completely derived from the natures of the Sith. He was a weapon, for chaos, and his hate for Jedi was skewed to see their light as a blight. He was clay to Voracitos, as his first had been.

Though what type of weapon Hunter could be, he was unsure. With the apprentices previous to his two newest, he had made the young acolytes rush into a decision between the force of power, and the power of the force. Though in the end, it worked for Daemos, the Twi'lek whose name he had almost forgotten, Tal Lom, had been a relative failure. Perhaps one's studies called for a more thought out decision. Acolytes were but children to the force, and a child could not decide what occupation he or she shall take to the end of their lives. Along the way, dissatisfaction is bound to happen. Yet, what harm could there be in simply asking? None of course, he ultimately decided what he would and would not learn.

"Thus far it seems my dear Hunter, you have been neglected the true call of the force, and are ignorant of any art of the blade. Though ultimately your choice may dictate what you shall become, the Force is flexible, and operates strangely. I had rushed Daemos into his decision to Master the Mind, and so too did I rush my first into that of a simple Duelist... and not a very good one if I'll be honest. What do you set out to be? The sword of metal, or sword of mind?"

@[member="Hunter Yagami"], @[member="Lord Daemos"]

 

[Matreya]

Damien nodded at his masters comments. It was however not necessarily his Masters fault that he chose mentalism, for that was his choice far before he met the man. It was however Voracitos fault the man chose controlling anothers as his secondary, originally when he was younger his prime skill lay in martial combat and now they had fallen back to bear third in his skill set.

Would his new brother be a mental warrior like himself, or that of what he once was? If the latter, which he found himself oddly hoping for, he would aid in the endeavor himself. Training the man would make Daemos more powerful in his own means, as well as helping one of the few whom he could now call an ally.

"Master, if I may, I would offer my own talents in Physical Combat as well as Mentalism. This man seems he could one day truly bear the title of my brother." Daemos said as he brought his gaze to meet Hunter's own. To even admit to such a thing, was quite an honor for the Czar Anzati. One whom would kill those of his own blood to conquer his inner demons, to create a family meant everything.

@[member="Hunter Yagami"] @[member="Darth Voracitos"]

 

[Hunter Yagami]

Hunter remained still and quiet as the room took on a whole new life. It as if the Force was beginning to mix and mingle in the room, twisting and scaring the very metal of the room, yet nothing creeped or even moved, there was no dust even...just silence.

"Thus far it seems my dear Hunter, you have been neglected the true call of the force, and are ignorant of any art of the blade. Though ultimately your choice may dictate what you shall become, the Force is flexible, and operates strangely. I had rushed Daemos into his decision to Master the Mind, and so too did I rush my first into that of a simple Duelist... and not a very good one if I'll be honest. What do you set out to be? The sword of metal, or sword of mind?"

He heard the voice of his Master as he pondered on the choice and formation of the words."A Sword of Metal...or Sword of the Mind?" Hunter was still as he let the question roll around, all the while his feelings told him that a more martial path was his style...he had charisma, hell he was suave and cool when it came to speaking.
It was then that he heard the footsteps of the other apprentice in the room. It was at first that Hunter was cut off, and felt a bit of animosity to the intrusion, but let it drop to the wayside as he listened once more.

"Master, if I may, I would offer my own talents in Physical Combat as well as Mentalism. This man seems he could one day truly bear the title of my brother."

Hunter again heard about physical combat and martial ability. Then there was the mention of being a brother. This made Hunter freeze...he had no family, he killed them all before taking to the Galaxy. He wiped the thoughts from his head.

"I am an instrument of chaos. A tool to ensure that the Sith are to rule. Never falling, never tiring, I will serve with my physical body and beyond it's limits. This is what the Force is telling me."

Hunter said as he waited again for an answer as his hair drooped over his face like a mask.

@[member="Lord Daemos"] @[member="Darth Voracitos"]

 

[Darth Voracitos]

@[member="Lord Daemos"], @[member="Hunter Yagami"]

"I am pleased with your choice, you have shown a good understanding of yourself. I will then head your desires, however, I must first admit that your road shall be a difficult one indeed. So difficult in fact, I shall not dare make it more treacherous than necessary. Your Master as not one of the blade, nor shall He ever be. But if my understanding of you Daemos," He turned his attention there. "You have increased your abilities in the physical world. It should prove useful here indeed." He revert it back to Hunter.

"When it comes to the art of dueling and the blade, you shall not look upon me, but my extension; you shall look to Daemos. His skills of combat, which are mine, shall be yours too. But in the projection of power, and granting yourself the superior advantage, you shall be manifested with Mine personal knowledge's of the Dark Arts." His spirit rose from the Obsidian Throne, hands outstretched in the grace of a God, His unearthly mist settled into golden rings surrounding his form to where it supposedly touched down. His form became more corporeal than before, less detached from reality.

"Both of you shall step into these rings. You will draw a blade, even if you have none. These rings, I have granted the power to you both, to access anything within the scope of my ability, to generate items derived of the Dark side. So long as they are within these rings, they will seem real, and do damage that is real. You two shall duel under one parameter; Daemos will not win, but shall not back down either. I will accompany the ear of Hunter to guide him in this trial. Take your stances, and begin upon my command."

 

[Matreya]

Daemos nodded in confirmation, then reached behind him to detach his Kama from the plates along his spine - he left the chain behind however. Wielding the miniature scythe with a great deal of practice, he began flipping the blade back and forth around his hand.

Stepping within the circle he finally stopped playing and held the hilt of his weapon steady. Already he was bonding with the Kama, letting its energized blade come to life, as well as beginning a small siphon of energy from Voracitos' rings. This would be the first time he had used the Dantari Crystal...

Glancing to his master he offered out, "Hold back on my end then?"

@[member="Darth Voracitos"] @[member="Hunter Yagami"] (the Kusarigama he drew is in my sig for a heads up)

 

[Hunter Yagami]

Hunter loosened himself as he felt bones and muscles relax and pop, his body already knowing how to prepare for a fight as Hunter listened to the words of his new Master, then of the one named Daemon, they stuck to him as he thought of his actions before watching Daemon step into the ring across from his.

"As you wish My Lord."

Hunter watched as he stepped into the other golden ring and reached behind him as he felt for where his trusty knives usually were. Instead, he remembered that this was a trial of both the mind and the body as he had in his mind the image of his fathers daggers, two wicked looking blades that were curved and serated on the back for maximum damage. He pulled the daggers from behind him, knowing that they were only in his head and manifested through the force, but still Hunter made sure to take note that they felt and looked the same.

It was then that he heard his Masters voice in his head. as he got into his stance, one blade above him as if he were a scorpion, the other in front of him as if a guard. His feet were in a stance that looked nimble and fast, and Hunter's breathing slowed now as that sweet calming feeling rushed over him. He sighed and closed his eyes in satisfaction before looking at Deamon.

"Shall we begin?"

Hunter asked, eager to prove himself.

@[member="Lord Daemos"] @[member="Darth Voracitos"]

 

[Darth Voracitos]

@Lord Daemos, @Hunter Yagami

"You shall be the Tutor of the body, I am the Tutor of the Soul. Do as you wish, and draw as much blood as you are able to, without killing my pupil. To know unlimited power, you must know restriction where necessary, least you become its slave." He explained to Daemos.

As Hunter summoned the blades to which were kept in his minds eye, Voracitos peered into the thoughts, and saw the construct that he would craft on his own, if not for his yet unrealized potential. Using these as guidelines, out of the reality that kept them both restricted to the prospects of life, he generate from his mind an alchemical illusion strong enough to seem real in every sense. It was an object of no mass but a defined volume, to which a hardness was applied that made it seem real, and in the hands of the wielder it too felt as if it weighed upon their graceful hand. It was in no way a demanding task to behold.

"Begin." He commanded, as his blackened form enveloped them both, leaving only the various rings and each other to their sight.

 

[Matreya]

Anzati blood pumped, fueled with an extra large surge of Adrenaline due to Damiens Czar Implants, which also had enhanced his speed to nigh five times that of Olympic athletes, his strength not quite as far. Hunter would be tested first however, before hie faced the mans true potential.

Charging forward with the blade held in a reversed grip, he ducked down under any blows that came his way, planted his foot and spun one eighty seeking to stand behind the man facing his back.

From there Damien jumped forward, seeking to knock the man to the ground where his swinging Kama sought to sink between the man's 3rd and 4th ribs.

@[member="Hunter Yagami"] @[member="Darth Voracitos"]

 

[Hunter Yagami]

Hunter entered his own head, calling upon whatever energy that was in the room. The hairs on his arms and the back of his neck stood at attention as it felt like a new life had been breathed into him. He reacted with ease as he saw his now opponent lunge at him with a Kusarigama in a reverse grip, a move that would allow Hunter to calculate and move accordingly.

"Very well, keep them coming."

Hunter said to antagonize as he had physical training in melee combat. His dodge was simple as he stepped to the right and somersaulted once to evade the blade from sinking into his flesh. When he landed his back was facing him as he decided it was now his turn for an offensive.

He spun backwards holding both blades in a front grip as his stance once more then lunged forwards as he brought his arms down and up like a windmill in front of him. The blades would sink into his opponents flesh right at his shoulder blades if nothing was done.

[member="Lord Daemos"] [member="Darth Voracitos"]

 

[Hunter Yagami]

??

 

[Darth Voracitos]

[member="Hunter Yagami"], [member="Lord Daemos"] (OOC: Don't get your knickers in a knot I'll get there! )

"Good, you are trained in the lethal arts." The spirit held a Cheshire smile, observing the duel. There wasn't much he could say at the moment however, they had only just begun after all. No blood yet had been spilled, though there would be plenty of that shortly. Knife against... whatever monstrosity Daemos named a weapon. Voracitos was fairly inept when it came to the design and make of certain weapons. He was not a warrior after all, and had hardly any training with a saber at all. He knew how to activate one, and he knew how to block, and smash his opponent with one, but that was about it. Most of the time, when not in serious dueling, he just threw the thing at people. That was a scarcity though, as he was a sorceror by all accounts.

"Daemons, poke his head gently, I have a lesson to instruct." He command with no degree of leniency. If his eldest apprentice poked to hard, he'd be angry, if not enough, he would be furious.

 

[Matreya]

Daemos focused for a moment on centering his own thoughts, just as he raised an arm so the blows struck his ribs where it was covered by dense metals. After dropping his arm, to pin the blades, Damien let loose with about half of his strength.

Lashing out at the untrained man, he sought to dig through his memories and lay his claim. He did not consume the memories as his master did, rather he corrupted them to such a degree it was disgusting. Once had a pet? Now the memory would be of being tied down while your forced to eat the innards.

There was always the possibility of Hunter bearing a small degree of defensive talent, and if allocated he would later help the man train it up until even their Master would have difficulty accessing it. And for the possible measure of defense, if it was indeed in place then the man could successfully stop a bit of it as well.

When he was but an apprentice, it had taken little time to learn defensive barriers, but he was a mentalist. Usually those untrained in the ways of the mind tended to be less adept in the art.

Just after his mental assault began, Daemos spun away. If the blades had been caught under his arm, then they would now be knocked from the opponents grip. If not, then it mattered little for as he spun and slowly stepped outward, Daemos let the hooked blade of his Kama move towards his opponents kidneys.

[member="Hunter Yagami"] [member="Darth Voracitos"]

 

[Darth Voracitos]

As a proper Sith should be Voracitos was unhappy. Through let it slide for now.

As he probed Hunter's mind, he felt the assault as if it had happened upon himself. It was weak, perhaps a little above what he would consider acolyte levels. It was not overpowering but it will still prove a distraction, which was essentially what he was looking for. Now he spoke into Hunter's mind to teach him how to counter it.

Hunter, the source of his attack is memory. If you are truly my tool, you will follow my instruction of how to counter it, no matter how debilitating. He will make you relive all the negative moments of your life like new, but the true power of mentalism is its effects merely increase with resistance. Against everything your mind tells you, you must let the assault wash over you. You must be either uncaring of an inhuman level, or you must find some advantage from the torture. I curiously await your counter, for if you fail here in training, you will fail elsewhere, where it truly counts.

For now, the spirit granted no other assistance. If he hesitates in either the physical or mental planes, he will learn all the more quickly from the wounds.

 

[Hunter Yagami]

So due to the LoA I guess this is off?