Ever seen youself without a mirror? [Nofi]

[Slade Xandir]

Blood chuckled lightly, just as if she had told him an amusing joke.

"Because within the confines of your mind, you know the difference between being 'brave', and being a 'buffoon'. I see you as brave. After all, you did chose to get on a ship by yourself with a Sith Lord."

Rubbing his forehead left and right against the barrel, he closed his eyes, almost craving for just as much release as she did. Down in the abyss of what his morals could have been considered to be, Slade internally scrapped at obsidian walls, weak hands beating on the pit's surfaces, meager shouts echoing in Blood's ears as if the whelp stood next to him. Shouts and yells, begging for release. How much longer would he ensnare youths with honeyed words? How far would he go to infect every soul he saw with a devilish smear across their own souls?

'Far enough to bring the worlds to their knees at my feet', he mentally hissed at the fading shouts in his head.
Far enough to prove he was meant to stand - where Tormentous once stood.

"You, darling," he sung as he finished running his slightly tanned forehead against the barrel, eyes opening and looking her dead in her eyes as if they had never left them.

"Are as brave as brave gets. And that is the type of warrior I require to join me in slaughtering disgraceful fools who don't have the guts to pull the trigger just as you had."

Reaching up, he slid a claw gloved onyx finger down the shaft of the barrel, then tapped it once, twice, and spoke once more as the clicking of claw and metal ceased.

"Join me, pledge your loyalty in my name, kneel and live for me, and in turn, I will craft you into the Sith's greatest weapon. I will mold you into something you need not question, ever again."

The Dragon Master smelled the salty sweet waft of her tears, her fae flushing and heating the air around them. She was so young, brimming with possibbilities. She was something that was fully prepared to take the life of another, if only she could take her own into her own hands.

[Noffiti Hideme]

Noffiti dropped the blaster. Her hands trembled as he told her what she wanted to hear. That she was brave and needed.

Noffiti nodded her head. She'd join him and the Sith. "I want to be strong." Her voice was wobbly but she had a tone of confidence too. "Teach me."

[Slade Xandir]

Blood took her affirmation in stride with ease, and the moment the blaster fell to the steel floor, it was consumed by flames. The flames enveloped the weapon, melting it at such a high temperature that the metal and plasma turned brittle, and soon to nothing as it was atomically seared apart. Little metallic sparkles sat in a mound on the floor where the weapon once was, and Blood's point had been made.

"For starters, guns are no longer to touch those hands of yours, unless you are swordless. Despite these being modern times, we are above the times. And nothing will be more trusted in your hands, than a sword, is not two of them."

Blood had always encouraged his pupils to choose their own weapons, but from it stemmed his own opinion. He was indeed a selfish man.
The ship rocked forward as it lurched from hyperspeeds and drifted to a slow swim in the orbit of Sojourn. A moon he had rehabilitated to be a haven for himself, the moon was near edenous with luscious gardens and carefully monitored and tended wildlife. Rare life forms resided here, and he ensured every credit was well spent on all of them. The moon was simply beautiful, a very temperate and comfortable place with the heavenly singing of Plyat birds and chirps and whistles of other creatures. The latest species he had brough here had been Melodies from the Yavin moon, their singing and playing by the lake he had installed here bringing a relaxing joy to his abode. For such a monstrous man, the Sith Lord had wonderful taste.

The Infiltrator landed in the dock, an the ship soon shut off after it's landing. Engines powered off and Blood took his helmet and walked to the back of the ship. It was currently just hitting dusk on his moon, and the night settled on the land as he went to the armory aboard his ship and took his armor off. Placing it all on a stand, he returned to her in a dark garnet button up shirt, the red only just visible in the glow of the ship, and a pair of casual dark slacks. Tall compared to the girl, he looked down on her as Valkyr powered down along with the ship, and he opened the release hatch.

"This is where you will be staying. There is a resort down this path, just where-" he pointed down the ornately laid brick path to where a handsome building stood almost villa like, illuminated by both candle and modern lights. "-those lights are. An omwati receptionist will be there to show you to your building."

With that, he left her to her own devices as he left to retrieve the footlocker in the base of the ships armory.

[Noffiti Hideme]

Noffiti watched as her blaster melted into the metal floor of the ship. It then disintegrated. It was gone forever. She had built it herself since her family couldn't afford one. "That wasn't necessary." She crossed her arms as he left the room. She soon found her eyes glued to the scenery outside the ship. It was all so beautiful. She had only ever known the barren red ball that is Crait. This planet was so full of life. So many species she hadn't ever even heard about.

She snapped back to reality when Blood walked back in. He was wearing regular dark clothes. It appeared to be all black, but the light caught his shirt, showing it was a deep red. He stood before her and looked down at her. She shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. He told her about the resort and she looked where he pointed. She turned back to tell him thank you, but he was already striding away.

She left the ship and found herself mostly wandering. Everything was so beautiful and bright. And the air. She breathed in deeply. It was so clean and refreshing. Maybe this wouldn't really be so bad.

That presence in her chest never left, pressing gently. She tried her best to ignore it and her mind was quickly occupied when she found the building he pointed to. She stepped inside and waited for someone to help her like he had said. Her eyes roamed over everything. It was all so beautiful. Nothing she had ever seen.

[Slade Xandir]

Instead of hefting the entire footlocker himself, Blood instead used his telekinetic ability to bring it with him. He was simply too lazy, and couldn't bother with getting rust or unpleasant metallic scent on his shirt. With a slightly raised hand, he walked to the top of the ramp, watching the Unnamed One wander his home. And he internally grinned at her awe, appreciating her appreciation for the moment. After she had went in the registration building, he began unloading the footlocker some distance away, checking weapons and ensuring armor had been properly loaded into it.

Within the building she had walked into, a pale blue skinned alien, woman by features, with dainty and delicate feather-like hair cascading from her taintless scalp spoke to the woman as she had walked in, voice a pleasant and airy song.

"Welcome, ma'am~ I am Fiona, and I will be showing you to your building."

From behind the counter, she pulled out a key and walked over to a slightly glimmer drape that hung over a pair of sliding glass doors. Unlocking the doors after pushing aside the curtain, they slid open, and led to an open pathway where 6 buildings resided. All facing one another, the buildings were grand, architecture on par with both a strong presence but tasteful trim. The size of miniature mansions, the buildings all near looked the same, but walking to the second building, the Omwati pulled from her sleeve a cardkey and handed it to the woman.

"Building number 2 is all yours, miss. Refrigerators and pantry are all freshly stocked, as well as the facilities. Is there anything else you would require of me?" she asked with a humble but gracious slight bow.

[Noffiti Hideme]

Noffiti took in everything. The buildings were so beautifully built. She hadn't lived in anything better than the poorly built house for seven people. The woman - Fiona - was talking about some stuff she had never heard of. A refrigerator? What in the universe was that?

"Please tell. . ." She realized she didn't know his name. Only one name came to her mind but she couldn't figure out why. ". . .B-Blood. . .That I'm very thankful for his generosity." Noffiti smiled and entered house two. It was simply decorated, but still beautiful. She immediately found the bed and fell into it. It was so soft and comfortable. She just wanted to curl up and sleep forever.

The name Blood still flowed through her head. He had never said his name, but Blood seemed fitting. She realized she had never even said her own name. She should tell him at some point, but she had no idea where anything was or where he was even at for that matter.

[Slade Xandir]

The Omwati gave a appeasing smile as her cerulean gaze lingered on the woman for a second longer than she would with typical clients. It wasn't her place to give orders, but she gently offered a sentence to the woman, a word of advice.

"In this establishment, he is known as Mr. X, ma'am." The words were kind, but slightly cautioned. Just as they wafted through the air, the Omwati gave another graceful bow, and left the woman to her own enjoyment.

Blood had finally gotten everything he needed inside the locker, and walked to an open place out in the flowery meadows of the moon. Freshly chopped grass and evening dew made for a wet blanket against the earth. The smell of it all hung in the heavy in air, an almost invigorating aroma of nature.

Blood sat on the foot locker, already planning future happenings for him and his new Apprentice. Rather than stay focused on them, however, he decided to see if she were ready for a proper meeting, and perhaps the beginnings of her training. The Sith Lord stood and began making his way to the Resort, passing through the drape openings, past the returning Fiona, and throught he glass sliding door.
Walking down the path, he walked to the second Suite, and unlocked the door with his own card, chossing to save his Force energy for now.

Through the front door and up the elaborate stairs, he went to look for the woman, tracking her scent in the Force through the energy cord he had wound to hers. Outside of the bedroom door, he knocked a gentle rap, and waited for an answer.

[Noffiti Hideme]

Noffiti was just starting to fall asleep in the comfortable bed when someone knocked on the door. She slip from the bed with a grumble. She had just found an amazing place and a good place to sleep and she was disturbed. Whoever it was at the door better have a good reason. She rubbed her eyes with the heel of her hand and opened the door.

She was greeted with Blood. Or Mr. X as the woman had told her. She looked up at him with a sleepy expression and stared at him for a good few seconds before turning around to go back to her bed. She left the door open and fell back onto her bed without a word. She threw the pillow over her face.

[Slade Xandir]

He hadn't said anything. Not yet, atleast. He was too intrigued by her aura. He had known well enough he hadn't gotten a name from her - he had intentionally not asked for it, specifically. He didn't need her old name; neither would she. That name was given to her by some unknown speck of tasteless crumb, and she needn't such tarnish. He didn't either.
He watched her, feeling her out with his own aura, golden eyes tracing over her frame as she casually lowered herself to that expensive bed, and narrowed as she covered her head with it.
For a woman who was covered in almost a shell of clothing, he saw through the irony of her muse. She was encased in a shell of cloth, and within that shell, peeling petal by petal, was a lethal dosing of violence. Beautiful, not by looks, but by intent. Hidden, gilded in visual array, only so much to the degree to you being blind to her true desire.
She was a hidden gem, and her scent in the Force was secretive, almost the barest hint of 'come closer', while the aftertaste left a bitter pause to both you tongue, and your heart.

Completing his look over, he remained in that doorway, immobile, and looked almost content to let her sleep, to give her the respite she had never been able to embrace in her past life. Today, at this moment, he life would begin anew. And she would not rest in his solace with a calling he had no recognition of.

Flicking his wrists down, a pair of twin sabers slid with mastered ease into his open palms, dragon bone crafted sabers with hooked ends landing silently into heated hands. Returning his hands across his chest, he issued a single command to the tired girl. This was the beginning of her new life under him, and she would be granted the unceremonious welcome all pupils received.

"Come before me, and kneel."

After she complied, the Dragon Master pulled himself from the door frame, and activated both of his sabers. With the dangerous hiss all sabers snaked as they came to life, twin garnet blades shot out from the handles, and he hoved both blades over her shoulders.

Calmly, his silk voice swam around them as he pronounced her her new name.

"You, as of this day, will be known as Belladonna, a hidden rose with a kiss that stops men' hearts, infinitively. You will work your earning of this name under myself, Lord Blood, in the name of the Red Cauldron, and in the name of the Sith Order. From this point on, you will address me as 'my Lord', or 'Master.'"

After he finished his words, he retracted the blades, and began to turn away.

"Now, you may finish your night. After this rest, you will report to the meadow in the front of the resort at dawn, where we will begin your training. Are there any questions?"

[Noffiti Hideme]

Noffiti heard nothing from the mysterious man so she peeked from under her pillow. He was staring at her intently, so she simply covered her face again with her pillow. He was so secretive and just overall mysterious. He had different names, which she still had no idea what his real one was, but Blood still seemed the most fitting to her.

She pulled the pillow off her face when he told her to kneel before him. She was nervous about what was going to happen, but, very oddly, she trusted him. She got on her knees and looked up at him. He was even more terrifying when she was so low to the ground. He could easily kill her with one swipe of his blade. It crackled by her head before resting above her shoulders. She stilled completely, not moving a single inch in fear of any danger. His voice was calm and even.

"You, as of this day, will be known as Belladonna, a hidden rose with a kiss that stops men' hearts, infinitively. You will work your earning of this name under myself, Lord Blood, in the name of the Red Cauldron, and in the name of the Sith Order. From this point on, you will address me as 'my Lord', or 'Master.'"

Belladonna. It was a beautiful name that rolled off her tongue. She liked the name. It was also a deadly flower. She had heard about the beautiful flower that can kill even the strongest man and spent her little bit of credits on books to learn of these flowers. She now knew what to look for and how each one could kill. Belladonna also happened to be the hardest one to detect out of all of them.

Noffiti bowed her head once his sabers retracted. "Yes, My Lord." The response can easily. She looked at him when he asked her if she had any questions. She thought quickly, not wanting to keep him waiting for too long. "The only question that ails my mind, My Lord, that I hope to learn the answer from you yourself." She paused and looked down at the floor. "What is your name? I have heard many a name associated with your presence, but I do not know which to believe." Her voice was confident and strong, like the fighter she was to become. Like the fighter she already was.