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    Amber eyes observed the swift, brutal punches her twin was inflicting upon one of the Sith Training Droids, grinning as his flurrying fists shredded a piece of metal from the droid's hull. Two more jabs and the mechanical being landed in the dust several feet away, sparks emitting from various sites of damage. She rose from her cross legged position on the uneven ground and approached Tristen, resting a hand on his shoulder and peering up into his sweaty face. While they were twins, their appearances differed enough to offer discrepancies in supposition. She had a few thoughts of her own concerning such things but she had told no one about them, not even Sevrin. In time, she would pursue her suspicions more seriously. For now, she was content to begin bonding with a brother she hadn't even realized she had until recently.

    "Too bad we don't have anything else more fun to smash." She stated, her eyes drifting past him to take stock of the training arena. She found no pleasure in destroying droids; they didn't bleed or feel pain, thus making the sessions she had feel rather empty. She returned her eyes to his arm, taking in the grotesque skull tattoo there before glancing back up to him. Something tugged at the fringes of her senses and she redirected her stare toward the maw that was the entryway into the training grounds. "Things are about to get a whole lot more interesting, I think."
    If you can't give me everything then move aside for someone else

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    His breath rushed out in ragged wisps of air and his knuckles throbbed with pain. Silver eyes flicked down to them, taking in the bruises and blood scoring his digits. Now that he no longer had to keep his temper in check, he'd indulged in a number of scraps; particularly after his rather frustrating training session with Neferis in the woods.

    His body tensed when a hand alighted upon his shoulder, still not quite used to the soft but stealthy presence of his twin sister, Lucette. He looked down at her as she peered up at him, the corner of his mouth inclining into a halfhearted smirk at her statement. He was just fine taking out his frustrations on droids. She seemed occupied with looking at his tattoo for a time and then her eyes darted toward the entrance. His gaze drifted in that direction, as well; his fingers clenching into fists, causing his knuckles to pop loudly.

    "Friend of yours?" He asked in a low, gruff voice; the smirk he'd been wearing giving way to a distrusting sneer.
    Last edited by Tristen Shadana; 11-09-2014, 08:16 PM.
    You'd take me out and up in light
    I'll bury you deep in dark and fright

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    • #3
      Perfection, something every Sith dreamed of achieving. It was what made the Sith their own worst enemy. Many believed they hated the the Jedi, but truth be told, the Sith were competing within their own ranks much more than with the Jedi. One always had to watch their back when in the halls of Munto Codru's temple. Something Xander knew all too well. To survive, one had to be the best, meaning they had to train hard. Today was no exception for the Knight as he carried himself to the training grounds.

      His attire was simple today, loose black pants, a pair of boots, and black tank top. Usually the Knight would have been seen in his leather breastplate, but today he wanted to be more loose and limber. His Ataru was rusty, and there was the matter of training with his saber staff. The hilt was two halves which locked together able to be used separate or together. This added flexibility would be one to make him better. The weapon was much like the blades he used on Ec Pand, two swords which locked to form a staff.

      As he stepped through the threshold of the grounds, a familiar aura, and one with a similar feeling to it, greeted his senses. A smirk crossed his lips as the Knight reached out to his apprentice's mind.

      "Missed me enough to be waiting for me here, I am flattered."

      There was an air of both sarcasm and flirtatious banter in the way he projected his thoughts. The sum of the relationship the two had as master and apprentice. On Xander's part there was measure of lust for his student, contempt for her rebellious attitude, and pride that she was so resilient. It was the mark of what these relationships had been for Xander since his time among the Sith.

      "Who is your friend," he asked when he came into view, blues eyes drinking in the figure of his student before shifting to her brother.

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      • #4
        As his words caressed their way through her mind, she passed her master a wicked smile. Of course she hadn't really been waiting for him but the sultry look in her eyes might lead one to believe otherwise. Lucette glanced up at her twin's face, tracing the disgruntled lines that formed into a sour expression. He wasn't much of a people person, it seemed; another trait that differed between them. She returned her amber eyes to Xander, boldly taking in the casual training attire that garbed his form. She couldn't remember ever seeing him without his chestplate, a revelation that made that licentious smile flourish.

        "This is Tristen. He's my brother." She replied coolly, linking her arm around her twin's tattooed bicep and leaning her head against his deltoid affectionately. "Tristen, this is Xander Blackmoore. He is my master." She introduced, tugging on him encouragingly.
        If you can't give me everything then move aside for someone else

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        • #5
          He didn't particularly care for the way this man looked at his sister, surprised to find protective instincts on the rise so early on in their relationship. He trusted that Lucette could handle herself, however, and she seemed to genuinely like this person, whoever he was. Lucette sidled even closer than before, wrapping her slender arm around convex curve of his bicep and then, even taking it a step further by leaning her head against his shoulder. His first impulse was to shake her away, unused to such affection, but he held his ground firmly; not tearing his keen silver eyes from the man she proceeded to introduce.

          Xander Blackmoore. The name held a familiar ring, one that led his thoughts to the infuriating Kiffar woman who had brought him to Munto Codru. It was little more than assumption, a feeling triggered by the Force which he had learned not to ignore. He was silent after introductions, finding no need for additional commentary. Lucette seemed to think otherwise, however, tugging on his arm. "Well met and all that."
          You'd take me out and up in light
          I'll bury you deep in dark and fright

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          • #6
            "Do you like what you see," The monarch asked mentally as Lucette's obvious gaze was well noticed by Xander. "Maybe someday you will see more."

            Tristen did not seem to like the way Xander looked at Lucette. He gave his feelings away on the matter, yet was powerless to do anything to change it. The brother needed a lesson.

            "Not a people person I take it," Xander observed "You could hide much pretending to be one. The hatred you wear on your sleeve would be best suited under the guise of propriety."

            An observation which was not his place to make seeing as the monarch was not his master, but the Knight was assertive enough to make it anyway. It was under a similar circumstance Lucette had come to be under Blackmoore's tutelage. Something for which he was grateful for. Despite her rebellious nature, there was potential locked away in her, potential Xander would see realized.

            Blue eyes flicked between siblings as Xander considered his next words. A determined nod indicated his mind was made up as there was something he could teach, one more step in Lucette's training. If the brother was here for it, then so be it.

            "Training sabers, have the two of you used them before? I'm curious as to what bond there is between you two. Shall we test it?"

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            • #7
              The only rejoinder Xander received for his provocation was the continuation of her nearly angelic smile. She canted an ear to the exchange between her brother and master, curious to see how her damaged sibling would react to someone who wore their charisma and holier than thou attitude on their sleeve. She was never quite sure what would set the former Jedi off, perfunctory statements often rousing his temper more readily than outright threatening actions; just from her own observations thus far.

              "I've used them before." Lucette chimed in at the mention of training sabers, untangling herself from Tristen's arm and sashaying, with all the regality of a queen, toward a rack of the training weapons. Blades of any kind were a talent of her's; although, she preferred those that she could hurl at her unsuspecting enemies from afar. She selected one from the rack and then turned toward the two men. "What say you, twin? Shall we?"
              If you can't give me everything then move aside for someone else

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              • #8
                "Not really." Tristen replied in perpetuation of his gruff voice, his head tilting the smallest measure as his sister's keeper continued to speak. "Propriety and hiding what I truly am did not benefit me in the past." He offered with a single shoulder shrug, his thoughts tracing a transient line to his past with the Jedi on Yavin. "I prefer wearing my hatred like a merit, it attracts less fools." He added, his eyes swiveling down to Lucette briefly and then back to Xander Blackmoore at the mention of training sabers. Now, this man was speaking more in his language.

                Lucette moved forward and he watched her like a hawk, allowing her to say her piece before he added his own. "The swords we used on Dathomir are similar to those." He held out his hand, nodding to his sister. Moments later, a weighted hilt landed with a smack into his palm and he let a faint smirk creep onto his lips. Now, the master was between them. He was more interested in testing this man's power than the bonds he'd formed with his twin. But, perhaps both would be tested this day.
                You'd take me out and up in light
                I'll bury you deep in dark and fright

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