Trouble.

[Slade Xandir]

Watching Damien intently, Blood raised a hand to the foot locker, using the Force to open it from it's already ajar position, and pulled free a vibroshiv. His mind flexed only briefly as he activated the switch, and the vibrations, mute and almost unperceivable, ran softly through the air. Pulling the thread closer to the both of them, Blood kept the blade close behind the pupil, the sharp point of the weapon humming it's desire to rear flesh form bone. The tip of the blade was a hair's breadth form the nape of Damien's neck, deadly hum, ever so slightly closer and closer, it seemed.

Would Damien feel this disturbance to the 'peace' that loomed around him? He was already in tune with the life around him,...

What of that which was not?

Would he sense it, as well?


--Begin Sense Force Disturbance--100 WC--

[Damien Corman]

--Begin Sense Force Disturbance--

The air around Damien began to feel very disturbed, he could only describe it as a feeling of panic, intense panic. His vision was blurry,
and he wasn't sure what he was feeling. It disturbed the blissful, and beautiful peace that Damien had felt around him only a mere minute or two ago. Damien's inner web starting to turn, and throb violently. It was almost as if it was sending out a beacon of distress to the boy. His chest began to beat, hard. The web was turning dark, and it was clear that something was disturbing the force around him. Damien wasn't sure if it was due to him following the ways of the Sith, or if it was a warning of danger. His gut told him he was in danger. Slowly, Damien opened his eyes, and turned his head around, and right infront of the adolescent was a blade, glowing a bright red. It was being held out by his master, surely a test. This was how he was supposed to sense a disturbance in the force, or quite possibly, his master could've been turning on him. Damien chose to believe the first option..

--END Sense Force Disturbance WORDS: 196--

[Damien Corman]

OOC: Please discard the above post. I did my application completely wrong, thank you.


--Begin Sense Force Disturbance--

Damiens world was quiet, peaceful, and he felt a nice sense of security and safety around him. His life was turning around for the better and he could feel that. While lost in his thoughts, he started to feel ill, almost. He was listening to the nature around him, taking in the scenery, but as he got closer to himself, there was a constant buzzing. It pounded into his head. He wasn't too sure what it meant. All around him was peace,

but in the back of his head specifically, it hurt, like a migraine of some sort. He desperately tried to search within himself to find what was causing the distress. It could've been described as a tremor, almost. He was certain that Emre, and his master felt it too. The droning started to become louder, and more tiresome for the youth to deal with. He clenched his teeth, and eventually created a much more clear picture inside of his head. He could see red, a blade, held to him.. He arched his back, and with swiftness and calmness, he spoke. "My lord.. Why are you holding a weapon to me.. Was this for me to sense a disturbance around me?"

-END sense force disturbance, 202 Words-

[Slade Xandir]

"Of course," Blood said without a blink. With a swift click of the switch on the weapon, he released his telekinetic grip on the weapon, the vibroshiv falling to the ground behind Damien, landing with a soft 'ffsf' in the emerald sea of grass they were in. "Or else you wouldn't have heard it."

Blood looked to Emre who was just releasing his own grasp on the Force. "Go and meet up with Fox, Emre; tell him I requested he teach you more of Jar'Kai." With that, the Apprentice stood, gave a humble bow, and departed to the Resort.

Turning back to Damien, an inquisitive look appeared on the Sithian's face, already quirking the corners of his lip to something a bit less than a smirk.

"You are trying, and that is vital to growth. It is important to note how much you will fail, Acolyte. With these failures come understanding. Desire becomes surrender, and surrender becomes....power..." Continuing to explain, Blood whirled his hand around in the air, his gloved hand beginning to smoke and catch fire. Less than a millisecond later, his hand was ablaze.

"Fear of failure will drive you to try harder. Lack of failure will coddle you in brittle confidence. Fear too, can be passionate. Just as this inferno is. Some fear fire; others embrace the pain. If you do not get burned, you will never know the pain that makes others with those burn scars, grow."

He lowered his hand, the flames vanishing with a final whisper of smoke. "I want to see you fail, I want to see you crash and burn, Damien. I want you to hurt. But that is for you to utilize in manner that enables your growth. If you allow your emotions to cloud your judgement, however, you will get yourself into much more than you can handle, and the Dark Side will consume you."