Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-11588669-20150617171154/@comment-11588669-20150619015035

Nox didn't bother to go to his room, instead watching everyone in the main room. He scowled slightly at the lack of decorum Darth Marr's apprentice showed, taking one of his tools. A not so small portion of him was urging him to kill her. Or at least maim her...but he bit it back, the idea of a wounded teammate, however distasteful the term was, would be worse than her taking his tools without permission. On the other hand...

A small little tug of the force brought the fusion cutter back to where it was, and he leveled a glare at the apprentice. Neibi, he believed.

"Child, you are rather...disrespectful." The way he said 'disrespectful' showed he wanted to use several, more severe, words. "First, insulting a Darth for not using his title, and now taking one of my tools...watch yourself. I'm not as forgiving as some, especially not with what's mine." With that, he rested against the wall, crossing his arms. His eyes shut, and his head tilted down, giving the pretense of sleep. This, though, was his own form of exercise. Most of the time, Nox's force abilities were...lacking. He couldn't project it outward. But, he could project it inward...and heighten his senses, along with muscle strength, dexterity...anything. Which was why he was so good at melee combat, as he could stand that mental strain for days at this point. But for now, he was simply using it to sense what was going on around him.

We should be arriving soon...