| argyyle_cartagia: ::Argyyle is sitting in the temporary training chamber, crosslegged, meditating:: argyyle_cartagia: ::his face is streaked with tears, and the insane music still echoed in his ears, if not the room:: rzantor: *Zantor walks in and watches as his son sits on the floor, silently chuckling at the ruthlessness of his son's action.* So much to learn, young one. So little time in which to learn it. argyyle_cartagia: ::argyyle, aware of his father's approach through the force, chooses to do nothing, allowing his father the first move:: rzantor: *Zantor watched his son's stillness for a moment before walking beyond him, looking at the dead servant* Hmm... One of the lesser minded ones. You choose your targets well, my son. *Zantor says with a bit of a smirk* argyyle_cartagia: :pens his eyes, his irritation at being disturbed apparant in his voice:: he was handy. argyyle_cartagia: **opens his eyes rather** rzantor: *Zantor smiles and steps over the body* I'm sure he was, young one. Impetulant youths like yourself have no real sence of challenge. Ahh, it's a lost art really... Don't you think? argyyle_cartagia: excuse me father, but i dont care to banter just now, you see, i think im loosing my mind. argyyle_cartagia: if you have a point to make, then do so. argyyle_cartagia: **stands** argyyle_cartagia: **turns to face his "dear old dad"** rzantor: *Zantor chuckles and sighs* A point? Oh, no point. Only the fact that you wasting yoru energies on a simple slave and a rather pathetic one at that proves much. argyyle_cartagia: **snarles** if youd have let us off that force be damned planet years ago, and began training us when you should have, maybe i wouldnt HAVE to waste my energies, now, would i? rzantor: *Zantor laughs heartedly* I started training you when you were ready, or atleast when I thought you were. I guess I was wrong about you, Argyyle. You're too weak to be a sith. argyyle_cartagia: but NO, you just had to find your wifey. argyyle_cartagia: feh. argyyle_cartagia: if you want weakness, go look in the mirror argyyle_cartagia: only a weakling would search for so long. argyyle_cartagia: never mind that you very well could be right. rzantor: And only an idiot would waste his powers on something so usless argyyle_cartagia: hope is a weakness, father. argyyle_cartagia: an emotion the jedi hold dear. rzantor: YOu are in no position to tell me what a weakness is, young one. rzantor: You are in no position to tell me ANYTHING. argyyle_cartagia: i did not waste my powers. argyyle_cartagia: prove it. rzantor: You had better remember your place around here. You may end up crossing the wrong ends. argyyle_cartagia: ::steps back into a cat stance:: argyyle_cartagia: defend yourself, old one. rzantor: *Raises hand and examines nails* rzantor: *laughs* Defend? Against you? Oh, good lords... rzantor: I need no defence against you. Your own weakness will serve me all too well... argyyle_cartagia: **argyyle feels the rage and fury of the dark side flow through him, and exults in it** argyyle_cartagia: **leaps high into the air, preparing to strike father with a kick:: argyyle_cartagia: ** rzantor: *Zantor turns and waves hand, sending a powerful force blast towards the flying youth.* argyyle_cartagia: ::feels the blast pass around him, a pointless and futile gesture, and extends his foot, outer edge of his heel poised to strike his father in the sternum:: rzantor: *Zantor smiles and watches as the tenderals of the force calls around him and watches as another powerful blast of the force, now in the form of a push, rams directly towards argyyle, aiming his body towards the far wall.* argyyle_cartagia: **argyyle feels himself propelled away from his father, and, rather than fight the push, rolls with it, flipping his body, and twisting so he lands with his feet against the wall, absorbing the impact with his legs:: argyyle_cartagia: ** argyyle_cartagia: touched a nerve, did i? argyyle_cartagia: and where was this flagrant dislplay of power when i was alone? rzantor: *claps hands* wonderful... Oh no, not a nerve. *smiles as he watches the skin around argyyle's throat constrict* Tell me, did I? argyyle_cartagia: **inhales as much air as possible, and, holding his breath, strides twards his father** argyyle_cartagia: **is glad he had much time to practice holding his breath for extend periods in the wilderness while fishing and such** rzantor: *smiles as the pressure beings to losen on the throat, just enough for the lungs to constrict involentarily and forcing all air out, before closing again and gripping just as tightly, all by use of the force, as Zantor watche peacefully* rzantor: *Zantor uses the force to constrict his lungs to force out the oxygen and reaffirm his grip on your throat* argyyle_cartagia: **Argyyle refuses to struggle for air, lungs burning and vision blurring as he closes the last few feet between them** rzantor: *Smiles as he uses the force to lift argyyle off his feet, watching his son intently before throwing him harsly against the reienforced bulkhead. Zantor smiles and removes his iron grip on his son's neck* You are barely worth my time. argyyle_cartagia: **stands, back aching from the impact, drawing air through clenched teeth, his oxygen starved body not permitting him to speak** argyyle_cartagia: **argyyle strides to where his father stands, glaring directly into his eyes,** rzantor: Too bad, You could have made a good sith. rzantor: *Zantor says, losing his smile and staring icly at his son* argyyle_cartagia: **speaks through clenched teeth** then i shall leave you on dathomir, and you shall never be bothered with my presence again. one thing **touches his father on the throat, focusing on projecting all the agony he just experienced back at his hated enemy** rzantor: *Zantor closes his eyes and smiles* Hmm... Kinda of itches a little. *watches as his son is propelled back into the titainum bulkheads with near bone crusing force* It seems like you do have a little bit of ability in you after all. argyyle_cartagia: if your going to kill me, Roka, then do it. otherwise, go to hell **turns to exit** argyyle_cartagia: your not worthy of training me. rzantor: *Zantor smiles and closes his eyes. Argyyle looks through the door to see the pure vacuume of space before him* Go if you wish, My son. Becides, I am in Hell. And so are you. Either you train here, now. Or you step forward. Your choice *Zantor says, opening his eyes* argyyle_cartagia: **turns, standing on the threshold** and what exactly, am i supposed to be learning, father? how to take a beating? i learned that lesson every day that you neglected to notice your son was missing. if you wish to train me, then you must prove your worth to me. we both know i am strong in the force. prove your desire to guide your sons footsteps, lest another do it for you. rzantor: Hmm.... Neglected to notice? Far from that, but you will never believe that. Prove MY worth to YOU? Well, I find that laughable. Why don't you step forward, if you do not believe I am worth of you. Becides, my worth is not in question here. Yours is. You ran away. You left, you became the barbarian and your strength is not as great as you think. Without me, you will be aboslutely nothing. Like you are right now. *Zantor smiles* A nothing. argyyle_cartagia: **argyyle looks at his father, and laughs, more than a little hysterically** ran away? Roka, your neglect of your family caused my absence. your other son sabotaged my flyer, causing it to crash. yes, it was my neglect that allowed the events to take place, but that is moot. i learned to survive in the wilderness. i learned the beauty of mortal combat. something you never allowed me to truly expierence. im going to ask you one last time. are you worthy of training me? rzantor: *Zantor smiles and walks towards his son* And your journey has made you a man, My son. Everything does happen for a reason and yours has molded you in a way that no one person, no father, nor home, nor anything could. You have learned of horror, of beauty, of agony, of survival. And that makes you worthy to be trained, makes you ready. Worth of training you? Yes I am. if you have the patience to learn, my son. argyyle_cartagia: **turns back to the doorway, the hallway reappearing** The time for patience is long past, Roka. You must train me as quickly as possible and as hard as possible. time is fleeting argyyle_cartagia: **turns back, a small still smile on his face** shall we start? rzantor: *smiles* Ofcourse. Now, a question for you. That touch you gave me, the itch. What was that? argyyle_cartagia: the same thing you did to me before you left. argyyle_cartagia: what is the name of that technique? rzantor: I imagine my touch was far more... effective? argyyle_cartagia: **nods** you do have somewhat more expierence in utilizing the force than i do. rzantor: Tell me, exactly, how did you acomplish the touch? argyyle_cartagia: i believe i tapped the force to project what i had just felt back onto you. argyyle_cartagia: **nods** i used my hatered of and anger twards you to intensify it. argyyle_cartagia: it should have been excruciating. argyyle_cartagia: had it been one of the slaves, it would have been. rzantor: yes, it would have been. To me? Well, I can absorb and take much more then you can give out. Plus your action was rather murky. You do lack control over the force, but that will come soon. argyyle_cartagia: murky? argyyle_cartagia: how so? rzantor: *Zantor takes a step toward argyyle* The more powerful a sith is, the more focused their actions can be. A Sith can tap into their anger, Their rage, more then once in fact. A sith can control the force and tune it into a fine scaple of power. Yours was like a blunt limb. But youw ill gain control in time. Here... *Zantor snaps his fingers and a slave comes in with a dish* Take one... *Zantor says, watching as the snakes writhe in the water of the dish* argyyle_cartagia: **argyyles hand flashes, and a snake, held just behind the head, is between his fingers when it slows down enough to be seen** rzantor: Use the touch on the snake. *Zantor said, matter a factly* argyyle_cartagia: **draws the comforting blanket of the dark side close about him, and tries to send jolts of pain to the snake, not wanting to kill it...yet&& argyyle_cartagia: ** argyyle_cartagia: **smiles as the snake writhes and coils around his arm, relishing the feel of the small reptiles powerful body convulsing** argyyle_cartagia: **snarles as the snake wriggles free, and bites argyyles hand** rzantor: *Zantor watches on, a smile slowly growing on his face* argyyle_cartagia: **the snake goes limp as argyyle looses controll of his ability and the agony the animal is expierencing slays it** argyyle_cartagia: **raises the wounded hand to his mouth, sucking the wound** rzantor: *smile grows on Zantor's face* Good. Now, why can you do that now rather than before you were bitten? argyyle_cartagia: do what? rzantor: Kill it? argyyle_cartagia: no, can i do what now, rather than before i was bitten. argyyle_cartagia: i dont understand what you are asking me. argyyle_cartagia: speak clearly. argyyle_cartagia: after all, i am only a barbarian. rzantor: If You say so. argyyle_cartagia: no, if YOU say so, and you did. argyyle_cartagia: but i digress. argyyle_cartagia: what were you asking me? rzantor: *sighs* Trivial pissing contest, Argyyle. Childish in fact. Why couldn't you kill him with the touch before he bit you? argyyle_cartagia: **shrugs** must you be vulgar? it shows weakness. i dont know if i could have killed it or not. i wasnt trying to. argyyle_cartagia: the point was not to kill the creature, but cause it to expierence pain, correct? rzantor: Not yet. YOu ahve yet to learn to bash before operate. rzantor: Becides, you failed in causing it to have pain. Only in killing it. rzantor: *Tosses him another snake* Try again. argyyle_cartagia: then speak clearly. if you want me to do something, then say what you want me to do. argyyle_cartagia: **snatches the snake from the air, holding it just behind the head as he did the first** try what again? rzantor: *rolls eyes* Must I explain to you as I would a child? argyyle_cartagia: no, speak to me as an equal. but speak exactly what you wish to convey, and do not assume i will understand what you mean. we barbarians sometimes have a difficult time following the...nuances...**raises a brow** that civilized people use. rzantor: You presume to much, young one. You presume that we are equals, which we are not. You presume that we stand on the same ground, which we do not. Becides, with your intelligence you should understand the simplest of instructions. argyyle_cartagia: i do not presume we are equals. However, that does not negate the fact that i wish you to address me as an equal. your exact words were "use the touch on the snake." since my goal in our dispute previously was to make you feel pain, i assumed, odviously mistakenly, that you wished me to cause the snake to feel pain. you did not say the goal was to kill the creature untill after i had accomplished just that, and then you informed me i failed. rzantor: What you wish is irrelavent. argyyle_cartagia: odvioulsy, the failing in comprehension is yours and not mine, for it is apparend you do not comprehend what you wish me to do. argyyle_cartagia: no, my wishes are not. rzantor: Yes, they are. argyyle_cartagia: and your begging the question. rzantor: *sighs and turns back towards the wall* The simplest of instructions with you has to be a full blown debate. Stop throwing a temper tantrum and use the touch to kill the snake. argyyle_cartagia: what do you want me to do, Roka, kill the snake, or hurt it? there IS a slight difference, though i doubt the snake will realize it. argyyle_cartagia: wonderful argyyle_cartagia: clarity at last. argyyle_cartagia: see, father, you can be taught. rzantor: And it is yet to be seen if you can. argyyle_cartagia: **focuses on the snake, trying to duplicate his efforts as before, holding the snake tighter to prevent its escape** argyyle_cartagia: **smiles as the snake writhes, then frowns as he tries to intensify the pain to lethal levels (for the snake) and is unable to do so8* argyyle_cartagia: ** argyyle_cartagia: **concentrates harder, his brows beetling, murmering to himself** die, damn you. argyyle_cartagia: **ceases his efforts** very well then. since you are supposed to be teaching me, tell me what im doing wrong. rzantor: *Zantor watches and takes a snake into his fingers, petting the muscular flesh softly before smiling* If you can't figure that out, then you have much to learn. *Zantor smiles as the snake offered a rather pittifully wild hissing before falling limp in Zantor's hands* Think, My son. What happened when you touched me. Why did it work when you touched me and not when you touch the snake? argyyle_cartagia: because i hate you, of course. argyyle_cartagia: as i will hate you till the day i spit on your unmarked grave. argyyle_cartagia: and beyond. rzantor: *smiles as the snake slips between his fingers. His hands raise in three claps* Congradulations. That is all you need know. Pratice with these for a bit tonight, try to figure out why you can not kill them, and I will see you tomarrow. rzantor: *Zantor nods and walks towards the exit* Good night. argyyle_cartagia: oh, yes, i will have a good night, and i pray you do not, for what if your dear Geth does not remember you? |