(PAO)Assassin Meet Assassin(Prime's Training)

[Dread]

The room was empty but it pulsed with the sense of the Dark Side. Every object in the training room looked in place, but if anyone stared close enough they would noticed that each object wobble slightly, as if it was a image on a tv. There was also a strange sound of the wind blowing, yet there was no way it could make it all the way from outside and up to the training room with such a strong gust surviving. Everything was slightly off, though it remained up to Prime to guess if it was on purpose or not.

Angel was there, reaching out with his mind to touch his new apprentice and welcome him into 'his world'. His mass stood in the middle of the room, behind his own illusion, fingers clasped together, eyes resting closed. Lips pulled down into a frown that often stayed motionless rather then when he physically spoke. Shoulders rolled back with a tilted chin downwards to the floor. Clad in the outfit of the order, though he worse his exotic mask; it was all the colors the order allowed, grey, black and white in strings across his mask. In a downwards angle the strings went from right top to left bottom and in all other spaces the three strings of shades mixed in circles. It was rare but close to the mask Wraith used, signifying their connecting.

 

[Joshua]

The yellow eyes glistened in the darkness of the corridor behind the doorway. The metallic zabrak, hidden by the black robes, altered with a silver zabrak tattoo like lines going down the sides. The hilts shown on the hipline of the hooded Zabrak as he began to walk into the training chamber. His voice remained quiet, the mask he hid behind was also engraved with various Zabrak tattooes. His yellow eyes glowing brightly behind the mask he wore. Quiet animalistic breathing was heard by surrounding objects, he moved into the chambers and placed his hand onto his heart, imitating it being ripped from his body, a secret symbol showing that he was one of them.

He had made his way infront of his new master. Being an assassin wasn't going to be easy, but it was a challenge Prime was ready to take. The hatred was slowing flowing through his mind, he knew the only way to get through this trainig was to work with someone else, and then become a lone assassin like he had dreamed before, he then spoke in telepathy, in his deep, husky voice in telepathy to the man infront of him.

Master... I have come a long way to achieve this, I am Prime.