(PAO) Greed and Angel - Angel's Advanced Training

[Dread]

Angel stood still, feeling the cold rushing air fill the inside of his mask, brushing up against his dark skin. Objects floated around him - swords, hilts, daggers - they had been plucked away from their designated areas to be pulled into Angel's force as he meditated. Angel's meditation practices where not to center him, as he had no need. They where to focus his reach within the force and extend it across the room. Trying to feel out every object, it's texture, it's heat, the very essence of the object at it's base layers.

Normally Angel would be preparing to cast a entrance through a illusion, to bring the other person he was meeting into a chaotic world, but today he wouldn't challenge who was coming. This day Angel began advanced training with the top of the Order. He was here not to learn new skill, but to expand on the skills he already had. Pushing himself past his own limits as he had done to his past subjects.

He stood in the same training room he trained his last apprentice, as if to return to something familiar. Angel needed a path, familiar settings, orders, they where all things he could not function without. The being he was remained uncomplicated, yet chaotic because not all roads in life could be simple ones.

His fingers came to the temple of his mask - putting a slight amount of pressure with his pointer and middle finger on it's texture. The mask mixed all shades allowed within the Orders rules: grey, black and white. Through the middle of the mask the strings went across from top right to bottom left. Every other part of the mask swirled in the mixed strings shades. It was exotic yet it was similar to Wraiths masks - a hint at their connection.

 

[Wit]

Daughter, sister, student, wife, widow, Baroness, Caesar; she had played many a role in her relatively short life. But today she was about to take up one that she had not played in a ling time and even then very rarely, one of a teacher. For too long she had been forced to live a dual life, Greed and Ailyn, Caesar and Baroness. Keeping the former existence hidden from the latter had taken up a lot of her energy in the past, so much that she had not been able to fulfill her duties as a a Master of the Order. But after the "incident" involving her entire family she had become free, her own master, free to do as she wished when she wished.

She was now about train one who was already well versed in the ways of the Force, a Master in his own right. Not too long ago she had been the one getting trained, the one rising up the ladders of the Order. Now it was she who was training another, all part of a never ending cycle.

Dressed in the highly functional clothes, fitting leather trousers and a similar top that barely covered her modesty, with a black cloak worn over it, Greed walked into the training chamber. Her long back hair tied in multiple braids, a simple white mask covering her face and a hood pulled over her head. Angel sat in front of her, his back turned to her. Reaching out with the Force she touch his conscience with her own, Praetorian, it is time.

 

[Dread]

That voice - a voice of a women. It was the first time Angel's mind came into contact with Greeds and so he sought to figure out more. The need to understand the being in front of him in order to achieve 'victory' became a pattern for Angel's stability.

Angel twisted his left foot over his right, letting his left steer his body around to face Greeds small figure. Greed was shorter then Angel by a good few inches so Angel adjusted his chin to a downwards angle. Burning red eyes, Angels, searched for a moment to capture Greeds. Through his impassive glance one could imagine the expression beneath his mask; his face stood as etched rock, unresponsive too interactions.

Reaching out with his mind, the empty echo of his voice pierced the mind of the master before him, Greed...we finally...meet. Refer to me as Angel.

Click. His hilt detached itself from his belt by Angel's will, levitating into left palms grasp. Angel did not need to slip his finger over the trigger for the silver destructive force of his beam to snap out. With a hiss the duel-phase beam struck the floor to Angels side, digging just barely below it's surface.

 

[Wit]

Behind her mask Greed smiled as Angel's voice floated into her mind. An eager one, this is going to be fun. Her smile broadened even more as the click of his lighsaber uncliping from his belt was followed by the distinct snap-hiss of an activating lightsaber. Observing the silver blade, pointed downwards and burning a small hole into the floor, Greed pulled the hood off from her head and dropped it to the ground. She then drew her own blades, two unique guard shotos, with their long main shafts and the shorter perpendicular handles.

Gripping them by the perpendicular handles, she activated them one by one, both pointed downdards. But the shorter blades of the shoto did not reach the floor. Raising her right arm, the blade pointing straight at Angel, she beaconed him forward and then rotated the shaft in her grip as she brought both arms up in front of her in a ready stance. The blades now pointed back along the length of her arm. Reaching forth with her mind once more she spoke, Come, Angel. Lets see how far you have fallen.