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    Posted by Klis on 07-07-2002 12:55 AM:
    Awaiting for his return...


    Klis was in the training grounds... apparently.
    He was pulling simple stunts, testing his dexterity. Getting use to not having his exoskeleton armor on.
    The disciple was trying to entertain himself until his Master returned, very eager to continue training.
    Klis pulled out his other lightsaber, ignited it, and tossed it into the air, juggling it with his other saber.
    A simple task, but entertaining in solitude none the less.



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    Posted by tempistopps on 07-09-2002 05:12 PM:


    Out from the darkness, Klis heard a deep rumbling voice... one that wasn't really a voice at all. The soothing, almost hypnotic voice of Tempist Opps filled the Desciple's head, through the force.

    Perhaps somthing slightly more constructive than juggling would work better.

    To Klis' suprize, the sabers stoped in midair, and rose higher. They went in two different directions, and landed five feet from Klis on either side of him.

    Steping forth from the ebon void, Tempist revealed himself to his apprentice, and gave a dark smile.

    "Are you ready to continue your training?"



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    Posted by Klis on 07-09-2002 05:23 PM:


    Klis was startled by this, stepping a few feet back, his head and eyes darting in all directions trying to find the one speaking to him.



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    Posted by tempistopps on 07-09-2002 05:36 PM:


    "Good. First, tell me what you have done in my absence. I have seen the holopad, but I want to hear it from you."



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    Posted by Klis on 07-09-2002 05:43 PM:


    Klis walks to and leans against a tree.
    "Well Master, first I asked the council for a one day leave, to visit my home planet. I wanted to gather a few personal items. "
    He went silent for a moment, pulling his two sabers to his hands and hooking them to his belt.
    "Then I returned to the Empire afterwards, spending my last day studying on the Sith's history, practicing my force abilities in the training grounds."


    OOC: I'm going to assume Klis had two days to do all of this. As Tempist said.



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    Posted by tempistopps on 07-09-2002 09:40 PM:


    HIs face remained emmotionless one way or the other.

    "No, I ment the other thing you did."


    ooc: no problem, nothing ever equates from RL to RP anyway lol



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    Posted by Klis on 07-09-2002 10:26 PM:


    Klis' brows furrow in a questionable manner.
    "Other thing I did, Master?"
    His eyes widen, realizing what it might have been.
    "Do you mean the spar Master?"
    He nods affirmatively.
    "I didn't think you would mind, but I took the liberty of having a friendly spar with a fellow sith."
    His eyes furrow again, studying his Master.
    "Was this a bad this, My Lord?"



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    Posted by tempistopps on 07-09-2002 11:14 PM:


    The look on Tempist's face slowly began to turn to one of anoyed anger.

    "Had you simply spared without my permission, I wouldn't really had been angry or disapointed with you, Klis. However..."

    The Knight drew the dagger from up his left sleeve with lighting speed and pressed it to his apprentice's throat, hard, but just barely without breaking skin.

    "...you lost in doing so. Go above my head only to fail again, and my blade will sink in next time."

    He flicked his dagger back into the palm of his hand, and slid it back down his sleeve.

    "...and now on with your training. Today, you will learn force augmentation."



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    Posted by Klis on 07-09-2002 11:32 PM:


    Klis' eyes held a very confused expression. He wasn't sure how he had lost... but he wasn't going to argue with his Master.
    He nodded and stayed silent, listening to his Master's teachings.
    The disciples heart now forever etched with the name of Dark B Shadow... the first name on his hit list within the Empire. Klis was infuriated, not because of his own embarrassment, but because of his Master's dissatisfaction.




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    Posted by tempistopps on 07-09-2002 11:34 PM:


    A dark smile replaced the look on Tempist's face, feeling his apprentice's anger.

    "You are infuriated... this is good... fuel for today's lesson. Focus that energy, focus the hate. Let it course through your veins, let it wrap itself around you. Let it consume you."



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    Posted by Klis on 07-09-2002 11:49 PM:


    Klis stood firm, his arms folded over his chest. He closed his eyelids, the orange glow of them fading. He began shaking with fury. The crackles of angered sparks forming around his eyes. Klis had been wearing his hat and his coat, laced around his mouth. The clothing covering the sparks that were forming around his flesh.



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    Posted by tempistopps on 07-10-2002 12:07 AM:


    "Good.... now instead of releasing it into the air, let it defuse into your muscles, let it fill your cells, and drown the senses."



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    Posted by Klis on 07-10-2002 12:33 AM:


    Klis just let's his muscles relax, his veins open and the blood flow out, carrying the hate and anger with them, his muscles tightening again, bulging slightly with the fury flowing into his cells.
    He clinches his fist, flexing every muscle in his arm, feeling a million times stronger. He continues to think of that one spar.. his heart flooding with such a rage. His eyes flicker and he slams his fist hard into the nearest tree. The tree seeming unscaved until he removes his fist. The bark, covered with a think layer of blood, fall to the ground and a few cracks ly withing the hardwood of the tree.




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    Posted by tempistopps on 07-10-2002 12:37 AM:


    He noded, pleased with his apprentice's learning well.

    "Good... as you get stronger with the force, your power will grow... right now you are about twice as strong as you would be naturally, and it will last only for a few seconds at a time. As you get more powerful, it will grow to phenomonal heights. Now, I want you to release the energy in your muscles, and put it into your joints, and the ligiments. This is very important, speed is the most important thing you can ever learn."



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    Posted by Klis on 07-10-2002 12:51 AM:


    Klis stands there, heaving. His body contracting with every breath. He clinches his fists, pulling them to his chest slowly.
    The fury seeping from his muscles into his joints as his Master had instructed.
    His fists began to shake wildly. His eyes sealing shut as he feels every last emotion fill his ligiments. He opens his eyes wide and gets an evil smirk. Taking a single step back with his right foot, he shoves off with it. Rushing his Master with legs pushing him forward faster than he's ever moved. Once he reaches his Master he throws a series of simple punches then ducks down and does a leg sweep. As his Master jumps he jumps too, trying his hardest to jump higher than the Knight. Once he lands, Klis jumps foward over his teacher, landing behind him, facing him. Waiting for more instructions.



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    Posted by tempistopps on 07-10-2002 12:57 AM:


    His grin turned dark, and he said four simple words...

    "Good. Now we practice."

    Without any further warning, Tempist was facing Klis, and his fist was already on a colission course with Klis' chest. There would be no sabers for this match, only hand to hand. Tempist kept his guard up all the while, prepairing to augment himself should his apprentice get cocky and try somthing beyond his abilities so earley in his career within the force.



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    Posted by Klis on 07-10-2002 01:02 AM:


    With the little enhance speed he still containted withing his joints and ligiments. Klis sidestepped the punch by stepping to the right, bringing his left leg up and wrapping it around Tempist's arm. With that Klis does a half jump and brings his right knee up to connect with Tempist's head.



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    Posted by tempistopps on 07-10-2002 01:10 AM:


    No, body and force only.

    Tempist grabbed Klis' left leg with his right hand, and gave a sharp twist. His body went in a different direction than he had planned... down. Consciquently, his kick didn't connect to Tempist's head, but to his side. He put the pain aside for now, ignoring it. It would eventually become more potent, and have to be attended to, but untill then, it wasn't of any concern to him.

    As Klis' body fell twards the ground, Tempist let go, and dropped down twards the Desciple's torso, in an elbow drop, away from his legs (to avoid kicking).



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    Posted by Klis on 07-10-2002 01:21 AM:


    Klis was somewhat pleased that his kick actually connected with something.
    The disciple dug his feet into the ground, using them to roll away from the elbow drop. Tempist's elbow colliding with the ground, instead of Klis' body.
    Klis quickly scurried to his feet. Taking a few steps back, cracking his knuckles. His speed had worn off, and he had no anger left to feed off of.
    Klis took a defensive stance, his right fist back and ready to launch, his left foot forward for balance.



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    Posted by tempistopps on 07-15-2002 02:10 PM:


    Tempist flipped to his feet, using his other arm to push off of the ground, and regain his footing. He threw a quick force push at Klis' right side, testing his ballance, followed by a speed enhanced kick twards the Desciple's thigh.



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    Posted by Qui Chi Ryu on 07-15-2002 05:21 PM:


    Klis took the push decently, making him focus on not falling on his rear. The kick threw him off completely though. His leg buckled and came down hard onto the ground.
    The disciple rolled to his side and obtained his footing, lunging at his Master, tackling him to the ground. Klis began to brawl with the Knight, sending multiple punches at his face.



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    Posted by Klis on 07-15-2002 05:24 PM:


    OOC: Crap... I was logged in as Qui on accident.. I'm sorry man.



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    Posted by tempistopps on 07-17-2002 02:16 PM:


    Tempist grabbed Klis' left fist with his left hand, and held it there. His right hand came down, impacted Tempist's face, and came back up again, to do the same. This time, however, he was intercepted by Tempist's legs, arcing up and wraping themselves around Klis' neck and shoulder. He couldn't move. Using the massive strenth in his legs, Tempist pulled Klis off from his shoulder, and grabbed Klis' left leg with one hand. He rolled over, pinning Klis beneath him. Only then did Tempist let go of his fist.... just to punch his apprentice in the stomach.



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    Posted by Klis on 07-19-2002 01:11 AM:


    Klis was completely thrown by his Master's manuever. Dazed in a flurry of moves, he lys helpless for a moment as he's pinned.
    Once he comes-to, his frustration rizes, feeling extremly uncomfortable. His fury fuels his muscles. His free hand moves under the Knight's fist, stopping it just centimeter's away from his chest.
    Klis forces his Master's fist back. Klis glides his hand to his Master's neck, pushing back hard at the point right under his jaw close to his ear.
    With the spare moment Klis obtains, he flips Tempist harmlessly over his head. Then back flips onto his feet and turns around. He lunges at his Master, sending a flying kick to his head.



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    Posted by tempistopps on 07-19-2002 01:20 AM:


    As a reflex to the pressure point, Tempist backhanded Klis', but missed, since it was unintentional. He regianed his senses, and landed on his feet as he came down from the flip. Instead of trying to counter Klis' kick, Tempist simply steped to the right, and watched his apprentice fly by. He landed a few feet away, and began to turn to face his master again.... now was his chance.

    Tempist ran twards Klis, as if to lunge at him, but stoped short, leaving Klis braced for an assault from the front. Instead, Tempist gave a powerful force push to Klis, beckoning his body to fall forward. Tempist sent a double ankle kick twards his apprentice, but Tempist's knee would impact his upper body if he fell all the way.



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    Posted by Klis on 07-19-2002 01:28 AM:


    Klis jumped just a little, letting the pull foce his body t'ward Tempist.
    He kicked at Tempist's knee with his right foot, forcing it to hyper extend, then kicked at it again with his left foot.



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    Posted by tempistopps on 07-25-2002 09:26 PM:


    In a fury of anger and pain, Tempist spun on the ball of his foot, and lashed out with his left fist, in a palm up extention, aimed down twards Klis' lower chest. At the same time, his right hand came from around back, like a bear would swipe at a hunter who's out of ammo.



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    Posted by Klis on 07-25-2002 09:34 PM:


    Klis thought he would be skillful and tried to duck, but unfortunately, he ducked into the Knight's first punch. The fist connecting with his jaw. The second swipe missed completely.
    Klis was confused for a moment. He was disarrayed and couldn't think straight. Stumbling back for a moment. He shook his head, bringing himself to.
    Once he realized what he was doing. Klis lunged between the knight's legs. Placing his weight on his hands. He folds in his legs and extends them, sending a kick at his master's back.



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    Posted by tempistopps on 07-27-2002 03:26 PM:


    Tempist steped off to the side as his apprentice came twards him, and passed under his moving legs. His kick missed, and left him wide open. (Assuming that Klis is facing down when he made the kick...) Tempist sent a sharp kick to Klis' chest in his moment of weakness.



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    Posted by Klis on 07-28-2002 02:47 AM:


    Klis' body was thrown completely backwards, since his only buffer had moved. Then the harsh blow collided with his body. A trickle of blood oozed from the disciple's mouth.



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    Posted by tempistopps on 08-01-2002 10:25 AM:


    As Klis began to throw punches at Tempist's back, Tempist grinned, closed his eyes, and waved a hand. Klis' hand was stoped by a wall of force, seperating the two. Tempist steped forward, dwelt on the pain he had, and augmented his muscles with a great deal of force energy. The wall didn't last long, but it was enough time to give him what he needed. As the wall fell, Tempist moved twards Klis at a casual pace, conserving his energy for now.



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    Posted by Klis on 08-01-2002 03:04 PM:


    Klis was thrown completely by the wall. He did a few backflips to get away, puting about 15 feet betweem him and his Master.
    "Master.. I do wish to know something after the fight. I want to know if it can be done."
    Klis took a low defensive stance, awaiting for the Knight's assault.



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    Posted by Tempist Opps on 08-03-2002 02:21 PM:

    "Ahh lad, anything is possible. Walls will be possible for you when your stronger though."

    With that said, Tempist sent a moderately strong force push twards Klis, and then ran twards him, attempting to land a quick uppercut in the lack of ballance.


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    Posted by Klis on 08-03-2002 08:06 PM:

    Klis simply stumbled away from his Master's assault, falling on his rear, being completely caught off guard from the push.
    He heaves his legs forward, rising to his feet, he sent a multitude of punches, hooks, and jabs at the Knight's jaw,

    "I want to know if I can make hallucionations. For example."
    He throws a punch to the Knight's right.
    "Could I make it look like i threw that to the left?"
    He throws a few more punches and does a spin kick.
    "Or perhaps make it appear there's more than one of me?"
    His attacks are basic, he more focused on what he could one day do, than what he's doing.


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    Posted by Tempist Opps on 08-03-2002 08:26 PM:

    Klis's punches were easy to dodge, he was no longer trying. He practicly announced his moves before he even did them by this time. The kick wasn't expected amongst the punches, but was caught by Tempist's arm in midair, and his leg fell to the ground again. Tempist then grabbed Klis by the throat and pushed him backwards into the ground, keeping his hand there as he spoke.

    "Klis, I'm going to tell you somthing, and I'll only tell you this once. Illusions work well, and they are indeed a force to be reconed with if boosted up high enough, but I feel they are a coward's tactic. I've never used them, nor will I ever. If you want to learn the ways of physical and mental power and focus, then stick with me. But if you want to learn trickery and lies, then find another instructor."

    At about this time, Klis realized that his master was completely serious about his words, without even the slightest hint of compassion or jokingness in his tone. His eyes had even began to glow slightly blue. They faded back to normality, and he spoke again, taking his hand off of Klis.

    "One more time, or would you rather get healed?"


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    Posted by Klis on 08-05-2002 11:56 PM:

    Klis rested on his elbows for a moment, one hand massaging his neck. He never thought his Master would be so offensive with the simple question.
    He sat in silence for a moment.. thinking long and hard. His race was known for trickery and deciet.. that's how they survived.
    The disciple had grown fond of his Master, his teacher. He strived to corrupt the mind... he knew he had to start small. So hallucs.,[OOC: Too lazy to spell it. or even try.]
    were the best way to start.
    He wanted to corrupt.. but he was reluctant to be relieved as Tempist's disciple..
    "I'm sorry Master... I don't know what to do. I need time to think."
    He looks at the ground, clinching his fists hard. Feeling like a complete failure.
    "If you were to force my desicion of of me now... it'd be to find a new Master."
    Silence..
    "I'm sorry."


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    Posted by Tempist Opps on 08-08-2002 09:33 AM:

    After a short pause, Tempist turned his back to Klis, and started walking off of the feild.

    "Fine, go. Don't expect any aid from me then."

    With that, the Sith Knight was gone.


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    Posted by Klis on 08-08-2002 12:51 PM:

    Klis used every ounce of anger with himself his had to fuel his joints, he jolted as hard and fast as he could to put himself between Tempist and his destination.
    "Master, forget it. I'd rather have you as a Master. Forget what I wanted."
    He sighs..
    "I just want you as my Master. You're witty and sure as hell know what you're doing. Forgive me, take me back as your disciple."
    He drops to the ground on one knee, bowing his head low. Trying all he can to receive Tempist's approval.
    Klis pulled out his saber, and set it to do the most damage it could, but not slice through anything.
    Handing it to his Master, with the blade ignited he spoke.
    "Punish me as you will, I accept it all."


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    Posted by Tempist Opps on 08-09-2002 03:48 PM:

    Tempist looked down at Klis, then to the saber. After a moment, he took the saber, and disengaged it.

    "Get up. I can't stand it when people beg. If you wish, I will continue teaching you. Since I do not use illusions, I will instead teach you mental tampering when the time comes. Take your saber back."


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    Posted by Klis on 08-09-2002 06:48 PM:

    Klis looked up at his Master. He slowly rose to his feet, looking Tempist in the eyes. He couldn't help but realize how honorable of a man his Master was.
    Klis took the saber from his Master's hand, clipping it to his belt.
    "Thank you Master."
    The disciple took a fighting stance.
    "Continue?"
    With that, Klis sent a basic right kick to his master's head.


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    Posted by Tempist Opps on 08-24-2002 08:20 AM:

    Klis still wasn't fully focused, and didn't hide his intent with the kick as well as he had in the past. It was easily blocked with Tempist's arms, coming together in an 'x'.

    "Enough for now. Rest for a day or two, we will be leaving soon. I will summon you when the time comes."


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    Posted by Klis on 08-25-2002 07:07 PM:

    Klis gave a bow.
    "Yes Master."
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