Varin Mortifer
Damned
Naamino Zuukamano
Your weapon is your greatest ally, for it always obeys without question.
An itch, that no matter the effort, it couldn’t be scratched. Even meditating in his chambers he couldn’t help his heart pounding, longing, aching. He was anxious. Not in a nervous way but more of an excitement. Varin grunted to himself as he stood up from his meditative pose and paced the room. The shadows surrounding the young sith climbed upwards along the walls. His hands kept doing a nervous twitch. He needed to do something to occupy himself, deep within his chest he could feel a drive to combat. His desire to fight was not born out of boredom, or rebellion, or even the want for attention. It was a drive to keep himself from growing weaker and withering away. The more he sits idle the more he can feel his body break down. His time at the gym and practicing his form was going extremely well and it showed, but just practicing motions on inanimate objects or training drones was not enough. He needed something, someone who would fight back just as hard if not even harder than him. Test him, strain him, build him. A single name came to mind as his fists clenched.
“.....Naamino Zuukamano….”
The Zabrak student he met in one of his earlier escapades in the academy, the one who caught him sneaking in class. He had the confidence to hold himself up, hopefully he could back it up as well. Clearly he was the muscle of his trio, and he left quite the impression on Varin, though Naamino knew more about Varin than Varin knew of Naamino. Varin stared out into the desert from his balcony as the sun began to set.
So you have found a combat interest? Ignati’s voice echoed into Varin’s head.
“A practice partner with extremely high potential. I’m sure he would love a sparring partner that he won’t have to hold back on.” He spoke quietly to himself as Ignati listened.
Then find him, sitting here wasting away does nothing for us. Take him to our temple.
Varin was quiet for a moment as he debated the suggestion. “....Very well.”
Varin swiftly grabbed his cloak and scabbarded sword as he left his dorm. He had a feeling he knew where Naamino’s dorm would be as he traveled down the halls quietly, silently running the whole conversation through his head and how it may play out. It wouldn’t be long before Varin stopped just outside of Naamino’s door, that he took a deep breath and gave a fair knock.
“Naamino, you home?”