Growth Serum

[Shakrin]

@[member="Krest"]

In all of his searching the galaxy, one simple thing had always eluded Shakrin. He'd sought after knowledge of the Force and the past, but books couldn't teach one the true nature of the Force, or how to actually use it. All it could do was give a guide of how to progress, or how to choose your path. Neither of which was very helpful to him because he'd already made the decision not to choose an actual path. If he sided with one side or the other he was simply opening himself up to the corruption that either side had to offer, and that was unacceptable to him. Besides, the Force didn't have sides. It was a neutral entity that allowed things to live, and gifted some people with the ability to use it. There was no light or dark.

Nal Hutta wasn't exactly the place one would expect to go looking for teaching, but it served its purpose. He figured if there was anywhere to look for someone that could train him that might have a more neutral footing, the home of the galaxy's slug infestation might be a good place to look. If nothing else he could find some heads to knock around if things didn't turn out as he hoped they would. He sidled into a cantina and took a glance around. His presence was easy to read if you knew how to do it. He didn't know how to hide it, so it didn't matter. Sliding into a booth, he sat back and figured he'd wait and see what happened. Maybe he'd spot someone using the Force, or feel someone out. Time would tell, and he had lots of that.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest leaned against the bar, a drink in his hand. He was clearly drunk, or close to it. He looked around for just a second before slamming his glass down, stretching. "Another round!" The bartender only shook his head at the Zabrak, frowning. "Ye've had enough. Piss drunk yeh are." This only prompted a wave of a hand from Krest. No words were said, but another drink was poured for the Zabrak.
"Thanka kindly." Krest drowns himself in his drink, a drunken smile on his face. His presence was strong, but neither light or dark. A mix.

@[member="Shakrin"]

 

[Shakrin]

Shakrin was concerned. He saw another of his kind in the place, which didn't spell for good things happening. He knew how others got around him because he was kind of odd. That being the case, he was thinking about leaving, but he could feel that this one, the one that was so drunk Shakrin was amazed he could stand, had a rather strong Force presence, and it was one that was as mixed as his own. That intrigued him. Even though he wanted to leave, he found himself compelled to stay. What was worse, he found himself soon compelled to stand.

Walking towards the other Zabrak, he sidled up to the bar and lifted a hand to order one of whatever his fellow was drinking. While the barkeep got busy with that, he turned to look at his fellow Zabrak. Red and black. Reminded him of all of the derivations he'd seen of the infamous Darth Maul. That one had been tainted all to hell by the Emperor himself.

"You know, if you keep drinking, you'll just be proving his point. Then you'll pass out drunk and the people in here will rob you and slit your throat."

@[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest drowns the last of his drink, leaning back to do so. With how drunk he seemed to be, this only had him almost fall backwards out of the stool. He caught himself regardless though, rolling his shoulders. A light laugh erupted from the Zabrak's throat, hoarse and drunk. "Someone coming to rob me? That, that would be kinda fun actually.." He voice faded as he spoke, his gaze on a distant wall. Suddenly his head snaps towards @[member="Shakrin"], staring at him intently. Despite how drunk he seemed to be acting his eyes were sharp, attentive. It was clear his drunkenness was more of an act then the truth.

"No one will slit my throat, I'm too drunk for that." Krest goes back to his glass, only to find nothing left in it. He pouts, looking back over to his kin. "Though, can you buy me another round?"

 

[Shakrin]

Interesting ruse. Why fake being drunk? He wanted to ask about it, but decided that he might not want to know the answer. Shaking his head, he looked up as the barkeep brought him his drink. Shakrin downed the whole thing in seconds, setting the empty glass aside to be taken back again. Turning to look at the other Zabrak, he shook his head at him. Buy him another drink? What would possibly possess him to do something so stupid? No, he wasn't going to waste his credits buying the other Zabrak something he didn't need.

"I could, but I won't," he said. "My coin can be used for better things than your merriment."

Now he was really starting to wonder why he'd come over. It seemed he was foolishly wasting his time, really.

"Who are you that you pretend to be drunk while drinking?"

@[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest pouted, glancing to @[member="Shakrin"]. He waves a hand, trying to manipulate his fellow Zabrak's mind. "You want to buy me a drink. We're old buddies." He twirls around his glass, a light frown now on his face. Man he wanted to get drunk, but it was so hard to do so. "Drunk people aren't as threatening as sober. If I want a fight, I act drunk till either I drink myself actually drunk or I get into a fight." He didn't seem to care whether or not his mind tricked worked, just continuing the conversation with ease.

 

[Shakrin]

Shakrin just rolled his eyes at the attempt a mind trick. Even he knew those only worked when the intended victim wasn't in the strongest mind set. He was always focused and alert, so breaking into his mind with a mind trick wasn't likely to happen. Needless to say, @[member="Krest"] wasn't getting any free drinks from his fellow Zabrak anytime soon. And what the man said about fighting was just plain nuts, really. He couldn't help but shake his head at his fellow.

"You're nuts, but that's your choice. Personally I think if you want to fight you should just pick a fight instead of beating around the bush. Then you can use the alcohol to dull the pain after."

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest tips his empty glass at @[member="Shakrin"]. So the boy was trained enough in the force to resist something so simple. Krest slammed his glass down, stretching out and standing suddenly. "If I go looking for a fight people run. If they think they have the upper hand they stay. They become over confident. That's why I act drunk."

The Zabrak was oddly calm, no longer faking the drunkenness. He watched his fellow, scanning his body over. "Why did you come over here?"

 

[Shakrin]

"If they run they are cowards, so why care?"

He shrugged his shoulders. Truthfully he saw little joy in combat, unless he was doing something he saw as morally just. Then he felt pleasure course through him at doing something he deemed good. No one besides himself would ever tell him what was good and bad. That's how he came to be at such peace with himself. He answered to no one but himself, and therefore need not worry over such trivial things as laws. He was an outlaw for a reason.

"Your Force strength drew me over. I seek training. The Force pulled me this way. I didn't argue."

@[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest nodded his head slow at @[member="Shakrin"]. So the boy wanted to learn, and from Krest. Because the Force said so. A small grin formed on the Zabraks face before he waves the boy over. "Come on. I got no reason not to train you yet. So lets go find out if you'll be worth it."

Worth it is strong enough to Krest. The boy seemed it, but the Templar knew that nothing is ever as it seems. After all, he was just pretending to be drunk.

 

[Shakrin]

"I assure you I am worth the time, if nothing more than I know how to bash skulls in. I am also what you would call an empath. I feed off of other people's emotions."

Best to tell the truth right up front if he wanted training that was actually pertinent to him. He didn't want the basic mumbo jumbo that most people got when it came to training. He wanted something more. What he needed was real, in depth training in the arts of the Force so that he could come to master all sides of the Force and be able to do the things that he needed to do without worrying about the repercussions of coming across a foe that might be stronger in knowledge than him. He moved with the other Zabrak, though he was wary of him and kept watchful of eye of the fellows swagger, especially shifts in body weight.

@[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest moved his way to the exit of the cantina, but not before waving his hand. Deus came flying from where he stashed out outside of the building, him catching it in his palm. "I don't doubt it. But just in case yeah? I don't teach anything with people's emotions or what not, only how to fight." He slipped a hand into his pocket, lightly twirling his blade in his hand. For now it was a walk through the city, if only to go outside of it. He wasn't willing to fight here. Not with people around.

"Name?"

@Shakrin