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Practicing on Coruscant's lower levels.

Location: Coruscant's Lower levels.

The robed figure walked out of the elevator to the dreary place that was the lower levels of the Coruscant. A few of the impoverished looked up at the miralukan half-breed who only saw them as phantoms among a translucent and opaque world that he always saw through the force. His robe was a little tattered at the ends as he looked around, much to the confusion of those walking passed him and didn't know about miralukan sight, since he had blindfolds over his eyes. The wind made a soft howl as it raced through the hollow and the few open spaces that dotted the glimmering towers of Coruscant's building spires.

@Ballen-Ist
 
The lower levels of Coruscant, a place which Ballen fancied despite his more refined tastes. It certainly was an adventure to go exploring around the dimly lit streets of the Sith planet, for something exciting was always happening. Even if there wasn't for some odd reason, the youth enjoyed simply kicking back, and feeding of the vast negative emotions of those who populated the area. Of course, he already possessed a plethora of negativity within him thanks to his training and background, but one could never get enough. Walking swiftly among the streets, the Knight would find that no one dared to cross his path, the iconic dark cloak hinting at the fact that he was a dark sider. Of course, this was uncertain for those who were not force sensitive, seeing as Ballen-Ist wore his hood, allowing it to shroud his visage as he walked passed many.

Only one managed to pique his interest however, that being @T'zanith Zebron. Craning his neck to the side slightly, the pure blood would watch as the Acolyte walked passed, before beginning to stalk the man silently. Of course, the dark aura that Ballen gave off was more than enough to blow his cover, but he did not really care.
 
T'zanith stopped sensing the dark aura that had begun to follow him around, turning his head to look at the source, to look at [member="Ballen-Ist"]. The man was certainly a draksider but his level of focus and training made him so much more defined in T'Zaniths eyes than the others around him. "Who are you?" He then said as he looked at him, feeling the crowd avoid both of them as they gave them a wide birth as if it was a daily occurrence that this happened. T'Zanith clutched his knife behind him as he stared at the man, even though it wouldn't do him any good if the knight would pull out a lightsaber, but one can never be to careful. "Why are you following me?" T'zanith then said as he took a step forward, not intended as a threat but rather so that he could be a little closer to hear what Ballen would respond with.

The young man could feel every muscle in his body tense with anticipation, mostly out of a sense of survival than anything else. When he saw others of the One sith that were much stronger than him in the force he sometimes got this feeling, that and he had heard a rumor around the temple that knights had begun to kill off acolytes they deemed weak but he had thought or rather hoped that was untrue.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]
 

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