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(OOC: Inserting last post from old thread)

The Acolyte sat there, he had just admitted of wanting revenge. He would get it. He would bide his time for now. Cunning, Deceit, tools of the Sith. The man in Blood’s group spoke up, his accent thick. The Acolyte nodded in his direction and spoke.

“Quite a possibility” he said and left it at that. He found the banter between the man and woman in Blood’s group to be amusing he listened them go back and forth before He turned his focus back to Lord Blood.


“It appears so” he said to the comment of leaving an impression. He remembered when they first met that his apprentices made fun of him for reading and studying. He had pretended to not hear it. But he did. Whatever “I think I might take you up on your offer Lord Blood. Our Master has been absent tending to matters of our glorious Empire no doubt” He was stating fact there was no underlying emotion or thought to his statement. He continued “As for the matter of my revenge, I will take your offer to consideration, for now I shall bide my time unless my hand is forced I will need that morsel to engorge myself upon, for now I will allow them to live” He would not jump into anything blindly, especially since he still felt that Lord Blood was a bit off, he would have to keep alert. Did Lord Blood feel threatened by him? Someone of his power and esteem would feel threatened by someone who had only begun his training in the darkside? It was the way of their order. Only the Strong rule. The Acolyte would make sure that he was included in that group.

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Watching the Acolyte, Blood keeps his aura something more shrouded than anything worth observing. It was a strange thing, this Acolyte was, Kell, to not leap on such a privilege with haste. What was he holding back for? Previously he was all for being a murderous mutt, only for him to be hesitant now. If anything, Blood wanted to question his sudden repression of the thirst to hunt, but thought better of it. The now musing hunter stood, his eyes hungrier though they were kept captive through the restraint he held tongue by.

There are only two types of people in the world,
The one's that entertain,
and the ones that observe.

A curt tilted head leaned gentlemanly to the raven-pelted male, and while he took a tray in one hand and dipped the other in a pocket, he asked, "Are you currently busy, Kell?"

Blood had a few errands he had to run, and one of those entailed a replacement for Mercy's pet. He was going to get her something small, something pretty, delicate; the very opposite of what she was.
Mercy and Fox were caught up in their back and forth, but the chestnut pelted man looked up to ask, "Liftin'?"

The hunter shook his head at the pack brother, whisping nonchalantly as he waited for Kell's response.
"Nah, ice down for now. I'll date you two when my errands are finished."

Mercy broke away from her own silence, asking "Is there a time frame?"
"A day, two at max."

A nod from both confirmed the expectation and Fox wished him happy travels as he resumed his talk with Mercy. Walking from the table, Blood dumped his tray, turning back to the direction where his chambers lay on the Malevolent, listening to the Acolyte.

The Acolyte watched Lord Blood. He was not going to blindly jump into something with someone he has not known for very long. He would be a fool to do so and a discredit to himself and to his Master. He did have the blood lust but he was also calculating in everything he did. A killer who would kill for killing sake was not a warrior but a fool and the Acolyte was none of those things. "Time and place for everything" He thought to himself. He continued to watch Lord Blood, trying to figure him out. Taken a back when he asked him if he was busy his expression or his thoughts and reactions did nothing to betray the feeling of surprise he kept it all in check.

"Not Currently no" was his reply he listened as he told him bout the errands and he rose when Lord Blood did and followed him as he deposited his tray and out of the mess hall towards his quarters.

"Wonderful", he replied.

The Wolf made an immediate swivel and swiftly threw his hand against Kell's shoulder, and sprinted down the hallway, his voice echoing along.

"Tag, you're it. 10 seconds until start of your follow."

They were gonna play tag.

The Acolyte walked with Lord Blood a bit then out of the blue he gets slapped on his shoulder. “Tag” he thought to himself “really? Seriously?” The Acolyte was not impressed to say the least and this latest action only strengthened his gut feeling that Lord Blood was a bit off. The Acolyte was more annoyed by the childish gesture he debated if he wanted to indulge the would be Sith Lord. He opened his senses to the Force (Life Sense) and drew his focus on that one presence . He could not believe that this person who tried to offer him power whether or not it went against his Master’s goals he could not say and in the end would not dare to want to find out. He spent a few minutes more in trying to decide if He wanted to indulge Blood he then turned down the hallway that Blood ran and he walked as he walked he pushed his focus to that presence. Blood’s presence to the Acolyte’s perceptions stood out it was like a Krayt Dragon in a room full of Banthas. He was in no rush so he casually walked in Blood’s direction

Blood was studying a screen that held an image, the very one of Kell coming to his wonderful rescue: relieving him of waiting. Standing over the screen, he waited up to the very second the Acolyte got to the door for him to turn around and greet the slow mover.

"Now there was a thing I said on taking 10 seconds, and not 219. And I didn't want it to be so, but you've forced my hand, Kell. "

Literally.

Seconds after his statement, Blood unfurled his left clenched fist to shoot a seething ball of fire directly at Kell, who, if not moved from his prior spot in the doorway, would be writhing in pain from 3rd degree burns. Blood was fully right to punish Kell; he hadn't listened. He hadn't stuck to the 10 seconds-rule. He made Blood wait, and being put on a waiting list by an inferior mutt was nothing he took kindly to.
Despite the smile on his face.

The Acolyte had reached the door he was annoyed and as he spoke the all too familiar prickling ebbed at his mind (Danger Sense) and as Blood unleashed his fury on the Acolyte he had dived and rolled into an adjacent hallway having never entered the room where the psychopath bathed in his madness. He had been right about this Blood person. He should have listened to his gut however all he could do is after the attempt on his well being was laugh. Not a what a pitiful attempt or contemptous laugh but one of madness, insanity. He had let the beast loose. When he had dived and rolled he was half kneeling with a sneer on his face, his features twisted in a wicked derranged smile.

“Now” he began “Now you have made this interesting My Lord” his senses fully opened to the Force, common sense one would say left the Acolyte. Lord Blood had the power to overpower him but that did not mean he would make it easy. No one thing his Master taught him even in training you fight as if your life depended on it. A lesson he learned quickly at the feet of the Dark Lord. His reflexes were acute now ready to react and do what he needed to do at a split second’s notice.

“This is a game worthy of Sith” he added he wasn’t trying to goad him. But the little he gathered about this Sith was that this would be most likely the way he was thinking. Lesson one in War…. Think like your advesary. This was no different. He took quick note of his surroundings aware his blade was sheathed however it would do little to no good against a lightsaber, unless it had Cortosis Ore in the composition of the blade and even if it did it would still be of little use. No he would not escalate the conflict by drawing his sword. He would see what he would do next. He only hoped that he would survive this

"I play no games with my quarry." he spat out, his grin growing wider. Was he lying? Or was he unable to take this whelp serious? Who knows, but those pearls glinted dangerously in the light of the watchroom. He knew how long it took for Kell to wander his ass to the room, and with himtaking his sweet ass time, Blood felt his trek through the ship. It was an agonizingly long thing to feel, each step the Acolyte took swearing to Blood how despicably ignorant this whelp was. The nerve to make him wait!

10 seconds
10 seconds
10 seconds
10 seconds

That was all he asked.

He wanted to grab his own sabers, but he would wait to see what this wretch could do before he committed to slaughtering him. A bit of brain bashing is therapeutic, after all. Unsheathing the two vibrodaggers from the sides of his thighs, Blood stood with his own maniacal face of joy on.

"Kellie Kell Kell, why have you run off? You still haven't tagged me, yet..."

Moving to the open cat within the watchroom, Blood waited for the urchin to return to him, his new victim, his new chase.
His soon to be notch inflicted against his saintliness.

His own toxic mix of irritation and joy fed him a surge of heat in his chest, and with the skill he expertized in pyrokenetics , it only added fuel to the fire. It lie dormant in his chest, waiting to be unfurled as proper as any vengeance.
Gripping both daggers, he activated them, the assassin well aware of how many different holds he could inflict on the new blood. The lack of length to his blades, them being daggers and not swords, made them all the more apt to give him the advantage. It was a merciless thing, an intimate thing...He would he so very close to that body of Kell's when it would start to lose heat, daggers rupturing every bit of life from that wonderful harbor of ruby jewels...
Diamonds or red that cried to be bled.

He would see it so.

The Acolyte spat “You’ve been playing me since Day one” he stood his ground, he also had his dagger that he had acquired from his last mission, the same one that cut the eyes from his targets. He would have to be careful here. Would words save him? Most likely not nor would he try that was not his way. Would his Master punish Lord Blood if Blood were to kill the Acolyte. This he did not know, he knew that he would be upset by the loss but he would find another if he came to that.

His powers in the Force were limited but he had martial skills. After all he was a soldier in his previous life one that had seen alot of battle in a short period of time. He was not completely helpless. He had no fear of Blood but he also wouldn’t just stand there and let him injury him or worse.

His gaze did not waver he was as stone