Name Game

[Ballen-Ist]

Being a long time acquaintance of Darth Ferus, Ballen was not surprised to find himself within the Sith Assassin facilities. The young pureblood was not by any means a fan of the quick and silent approach to death, for he preferred to simply throw around the intense weight of his force presence. Given he was not actually skilled in stealth and concealment, the young man decided to hang around the headquarters, only making an as appearance when summoned. Of course, Ballen's presence could be felt almost twenty-four seven, despite his habit to stay physically hidden. He had actually never met anyone within the faction, and felt quite awkward. Hopefully they all didn't play the name game.

After being tasked with training the acolytes in offensive abilities, the Sith Knight walked down the dark corridors of the hidden temple, his silky black cloak billowing in his wake. The red skinned man's smooth face was hidden beneath his hood,thebright purple gem that hung around his neck occasionally reflecting light upon his facial features. Coming to a sudden halt, Ballen would turn to face a single door, one that lead in to one of the many training chambers. Sensing a strangely familiar presence on the other side, the Knight would straighten out his dark regal looming attire, before flicking his hand through the air.the door would.open, allowing the tall warrior to step through its archway. Vaguely remembering [member="Sitara Qin"], Ballen could only smirk with confidence, figuring she was one of Ferus' apprentices. Swiftly stepping into the room and approaching the young woman, the Sith would toss off his cloak, revealing a single sheathed blade at his hip. The young man would look upon Sitara with bored golden eyes, his lips curved into a smug smirk as his arms crossed over his torso. "What is it you wish to learn?" He questioned, awaiting her response. Usually he was one for flirtatious conversation,but it seemed he wanted to get right to the point at the moment.

 

[Sitara Qin]

The training chambers: not really the most exciting place to be in, but at least work got done. It was early enough in the morning and the night before this one wasn’t exactly anything worth notice. Sitara did a few stretches, and ran a few laps. So far, she was the only person here this morning, besides the familiar force signature floating in the wind.

Strong gales moved against her face as she ran around the laps, her ponytail bobbing in the wind as her sneakers struck against the moist dirt. She took a breather, fanning herself with her tank top. She took a gulp of water. She set her water bottle down and rest herself against the walls. It was then that the familiar signature approached, revealing a tall cloaked red figure. She raised an eyebrow. She had seen this man before.

He would approach her. It appeared that he was sent to train her. She wasn’t quite sure who would though. His lips had curved into a smirk, and she sucked in her cheek. Her stance mimicked his, as she’d cross her arms around her chest too. She’d lean her head against the wall, giving him a clear shot of her slender neck. “What is it that I wish to learn?” She mimicked.

“Well, how about pyrokenises? After all, I like it hot.”

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[Ballen-Ist]

The smirk upon Ballen's face would only grow wider, as he listened to [member="Sitara Qin"], and examined her body language. The young Knight could already tell that she would be a fun one to train with, as he began to roll his shoulders, while quickly undoing the fancy jacket upon his torso. Tossing it to the ground as well, the young pureblood would be left in a simple black tank top, along with his pants and boots of course. Despite being of the Kissai caste, Ballen was rather fit, his muscular arms tensing as he began to focus and generate the vast source of force energy at his will. "You're going to love this, then," the Sith spoke, his smirk ever present as two spheres of fire began to manifest within his palms, created as he manipulated the air molecules nearby. Using the force to direct and fuel these flames, Ballen would lift his arms, expelling two streams of flames that would encircle the duo, creating somewhat of an arena that they would be confined in.

"The first step to pyrokinesis is generation," the young man began, the bright flames hardly effecting him as he stood calmly, "It is the most difficult step in my opinion, for it requires an understanding of the force and science." As he explained, the Sith could not help but feel intelligent, figuring that he had a good grasp on the technique at hand. However, that was far from the truth, for it still drained him quite a bit to create the flames that surrounded the two. "The second step is mere guidance. Using the force to direct the flames. That's it." He spoke, as if it were truly simple. Suddenly falling into an offensive stance, the warrior's feet would spread apart, his arms lifting to extend towards his foe. "I hope you do like it hot, for I will enjoy burning that slender body of yours." The Knight would comment, a peculiar tone of spite in his voice. He seemed quite serious, though it was obvious he was just teasing. The young man really had no intentions of truly harming the woman, for he had been assigned to train her.

 

[Sitara Qin]

“Nice shoulders.” She licked her lips as the red man pulled off his clothes. He was pretty buff, pretty red, probably why she decided to pick pyrokenises in the first place. Besides, it was a useful skill, she could burn people and make fires to warm herself up. The man in front of her had created two balls of fire in his palms. She watched as they swirled around, smoke floating from the bottom of the spheres. The first step was generation, which seemed simple enough.

She needed an understanding of the force—which she understood pretty well—and science. Science wasn’t her strongest subject in the academy, but she was a star student anyways. She was pretty good at what she did and she was great at learning. Sitara wasn’t just a pretty face, after all. Her eyes were glued to him, observing how he controlled the flames in his hand. Control was hard for her in all aspects; she was very spontaneous after all. He then moved into an offensive stance, and Sitara straightened herself up, wondering what he was going to do. “Don’t worry about me, I think I’ll enjoy playing with fire.”

She held up her palm, trying to create a spark. Her thoughts were concentrated onto the lines of her hands, imagining a small flame to burst from her fingers. Her palms started to glow red, and a faint flame erupted between her fingers. It was contained, still small, not enough to burn anyone.

Her eyes lit up, she could feel the warmth against her skin; yet somehow, it wasn’t a punishing burn but a relaxing one. Was this what it felt like to hold her own flames? The fire faded into smoke, floating into the air. Generation was easy, but sustaining the flames would be a little harder. She assumed her own combat stance, was he going to fight her? It was clear that she’d lose, but perhaps he got his kicks off of that.

“Do you have a name, or should I just call you handsome?”

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[Ballen-Ist]

Remaining unmoved and calm, Ballen-Ist would only smirk as he listened to her flirtatious comments, ignoring them for the moment. The ring of fire that the Knight had created continued to burn around the duo, providing a source of flames to draw from for the both of them. Knowing that generation took quite a bit of practice and energy, the pureblood had been smart enough to create the fire-arena for her own good. He didn't want her passing out during the fun, after all. "Don't waste your time generating, that will come later," the Sith spoke, before continuing, "If you must, focus on the air molecules around you, and speed their movements. Rub them together, that is what generates heat," he would conclude, his eyes a bright golden hue as the flames light reflected off of them. Craning his neck to the side slightly, the young man's head would gesture to the flames that surrounded them, before he opened his mouth to speak once more, "We'll play a simple game of back and forth. I will hurl flames at you, and you will utilize manipulation to pass them back."

Sweeping one of his outstretched arms through the air, Ballen-Ist would quickly harness the flame, guiding it and pulling it forth from his half of the fire-arena, his wrist turning to have his palm face the woman as the flame shot forth. It was about the size of a baseball, and would dart through the air towards her torso. "Ballen-Ist, handsome, either works for me, beautiful," the pureblood spoke playfully, quickly entering a defensive stance as he prepared to counter. He wondered how [member="Sitara Qin"] would fair.

 

[Sitara Qin]

The ring of fire surrounding them was hot, and she could feel their radiance pressing against her smooth skin. The flames burned low, not too high as to trap them and suffocate them with the smoke. He was in control, she could sense it. He wanted her to focus on the air molecules around them, he wanted her to control the already made flames.

Basically, red man wanted to play hot potato with her.

She was down with that. He took control of the flame, circling him before heading towards her. It was the size of the small ball and she struggled to catch it, stopping it a few centimetres from her face. She smiled, slowly moving the flame to her centre before slowly guiding it towards the red skinned man. Ballen-Ist. It was a different name, though she wasn’t one to judge. The flame was swimming towards him, it’s ball-like shape almost distorted into that of a tadpoles. It would pick up in speed in the middle of them, hurling towards him afterwards.

“I suppose it’s just going to get hotter.”

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[Ballen-Ist]

Watching Sitara intently, the young man would not only focus her body, rather assessing the control she displayed over the flames with her mind. This woman would probably become a proficient force user, for she demonstrated an efficient control over the force. Having made the sphere small in order to test her reflexes, Ballen would only smirk as it stopped right in front of her face.

Having entered a defensive stance, the pureblood was ready to react to the stalled fireball, even as it suddenly surged towards him. Jerking his torso to the side, Ballen would lift his arm and pivot on his foot, sending his body into a full rotation as he utilized the flames previous moment, increasing it and releasing it right back at [member="Sitara Qin"]. "I do hope so. Your name?" The Knight would question, mid-combat.

 

[Sitara Qin]

He positioned himself defensively. He was moving, commanding the fire with his limbs. His stance was harsh, like the flames. It helped, she assumed, commanding the wild element with her fingers. The ball of flames hurled towards her. He was testing her, of course. With her hands outstretched she was prepared to catch it.

The ball stopped again, right before it hit her palm.

Controlling its speed, stopping the flames, it was easy enough for her. She flicked her wrists and whisked the flames back to the red man. “Tara.” She answered, as the ball of fire spun towards him.

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[Ballen-Ist]

The thin smirk would remain plastered upon Ballen's face, as he watched the careful, precise movements of [member="Sitara Qin"]. The sphere of flame he had launched back towards the woman would be caught easily apparently, her control over it's speed being commendable. Instead of reaching out to catch the ball that had been sent back into his court, the young Knight would focus on the fire around them, drawing from it's power to create two streams of blazing heat that would curl around his body like vicious snakes. Leaping from his arms and towards the sphere, the two tendrils of flame would combine into one, slamming against it's opposition and sending it right back at the woman.

Ballen-Ist wasn't exactly sure if she would be able to handle that, but if she was, he would get back into a defensive stance. He wanted to be ready when she countered, for she showed some promise after all. If she wasn't able to however, the flames would simply disperse, widening and spreading out in order to divide it's power, instead gracefully flying around and surrounding Tara's body carefully before returning to it's source. "Well, Tara, is there anything else you want to learn?" The Knight questioned, eager to teach.

 

[Sitara Qin]

The smirk on his face never left, and instead he added to the flames before sending the rushing fire into her face. It was a great ball of fire, and it matched his powerful stance. It was here where she realized that perhaps Ballen-Ist was almost like the fire, powerful and perhaps in control. She saw it rumbling towards her, definitely much greater and hotter than its previous form. She held in a deep breath, her arms extended as she caught the flame between her fingers.

Instead of stopping the flame midair, she launched it towards him like a pong game, to which she knew he would already catch and redirect towards her again. She was getting the hang of this, though it wasn’t all she wanted to learn. Once they had finished their little fire play, he would ask her what else she wanted to learn.

“I want to learn how to create it; how to mould it, and how to harness its fire.” She said, a coy smile playing on her face. “I want to burn people.”

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[Ballen-Ist]

Ballen-Ist was definitely comparable to that of a fire. However, he was not always in control, for the power he possessed was indeed akin to an inferno for it was difficult to contain once released. It was one of the reasons he hardly ever fought at full power. The young Knight's brow would furrow in surprise as he watched the flames, once more safely rebounded by [member="Sitara Qin"]'s efforts. She was talented, and Ballen decided that she was ready for another technique. "Very well, I will teach you the ways of the Kro Var, and their fire shaping as ping ability," spoke the Sith, as he lifted a single arm, using it to slash through the fire that had been heading his way. They would seem to part and mold to his limbs shape, a brief change in color becoming apparent as his flesh made contact.

The flames that surrounded the duo would also disperse, as the young lifeblood took a few steps away from the woman. Turning from her direction, the Knight would pivot on his foot and step forth with the opposite, his force energy flowing rapidly through his body as his arm thrust forward. Aiming his open palm towards the wall, the Sith would release a powerful blast of fire, one that flowed continuously like a flamethrower against the nearby wall. The intensity caused the man's hair to wave wildly, his clothes doing the same in the wake of the scorching kinetic power. "You must move fluidly and generate the energy within yourself to cast these flames. I'm sure your body will be up to the challenge." Ballen would conclude, still smirking as he took a step back.

 

[Sitara Qin]

OOC: Sorry, for some reason I haven’t been getting notifications

He was going to teach her something related to the ways of Kro Var. She wasn’t all to familiar with them; though she did understand that they were superstitious elementalists. Perhaps many people who wanted to learn how to assess power of the elements wanted to adapt to their ways, and maybe what made them so powerful was how they thought about it. Sitara was a quick learner and tried to do her best to mimic the red man in front of her. However, picking up on controlling the flames he had made was easy, though creating them looked like more work.

He had channelled another flame that plummeted into the nearby wall. It was a powerful blast of fire, and looked like it required a lot of work. “You make this look so easy.” She cooed, as he told her that her body may have been up for the challenge. She tried to mimic his movements and tried to channel the flames to erupt from her hands. What came out instead was a small flame followed by a lot of smoke.

She sighed, fluttered her eyes, and looked over at Ballen. “Maybe you can show me how it works again?”

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[Ballen-Ist]

"I don't think that would help," the young Sith began, as [member="Sitara Qin"] asked him to demonstrate the ability once more. She had quite the handle on it already, and it's efficiency would most likely increase over time as she gained experience. "You are doing well either way, simply train and hone your power." Ballen continued, taking a step towards the young woman. Looking towards the wall in which he had scorched, the Sith would turn his attention to the rising smoke, a thin smirk upon his lips. He could see why she might be frustrated, though there really was no reason to be.

"You're doing well. Is there anything else you wish to learn?" Ballen would question, folding his arms behind his back.

 

[Sitara Qin]

He told her that she was doing quite well and with experience, she’d be able to perfect the ability. Obviously, she would get better in time. However, the day was ending and she was quite tired from training the new ability. Out of all the elements she had harnessed, she wasn’t sure which one was easier for her. Shaping things was hard enough on their own and continuously harnessing the power would definitely drain her out. She smiled, then patted Balen on the shoulder.

“You’re an excellent teacher. Let’s go out sometime.” She suggested. “But as for now, I’m tired. So thanks.”

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[Ballen-Ist]

Bending down onto one knee, Ballen-Ist would collect his cloak from the floor, throwing it over his body as he once more turned to face [member="Sitara Qin"]. Their training had been enjoyable, for it had been long since the young pureblood had been able to hone his own abilities with another. Looking to her hand as she placed it on his shoulder, the young man's brow would arch, before taking her digits into his own gentle grasp. Lifting her upper limb, Ballen would pull her hand to his lips, planting a soft and brief kiss upon it before letting go and heading for the exit.

"And you're an excellent student. Call me." He spoke playfully, heading for his room where he would continue to meditate, his force signature ever apparent.