GhostOfProtocol
The OOC One
He'd invited her to his home, the palace of Atrisia. Her, was of course, the alchemist [member="Darth Ophidia"]. He wanted, he needed to master the basics of Sith Alchemy. He'd heard stories of the power it could grant, he needed to grasp that power. Sitting up lightly, he flicked the hood of his robes up, sliding his mask across his face. Only those who deserved to witness what the Jedi could do would see his eye, what used to be his eye. He stood, feet connecting with the stone of the floor.
Slowly, he used the force to push open the door. His body, his legs stepped out into the hallway, walking the familiar path to the training room. He'd been training his own apprentice only days before, the man was actually no-where to be seen. It was for the best, alchemy would be beyond him. He was weak, progressing well but he was still weak. Colt was weak, but he knew how to get stronger, that was the difference between him and his apprentice.
He felt the familiar door open, smiling.
[member="Darth Ophidia"]
Slowly, he used the force to push open the door. His body, his legs stepped out into the hallway, walking the familiar path to the training room. He'd been training his own apprentice only days before, the man was actually no-where to be seen. It was for the best, alchemy would be beyond him. He was weak, progressing well but he was still weak. Colt was weak, but he knew how to get stronger, that was the difference between him and his apprentice.
He felt the familiar door open, smiling.
[member="Darth Ophidia"]