fear is the path to the dark side
Noir
06-17-2019, 04:35 PM
It had been two days since Odysseus had given Noir his first assignment. He now waited for the boy at the agreed upon meeting place for their next lesson. It was mid morning and dew still clung stubbornly to the grass in low places. The air was just beginning to warm and it promised to be another hot day, which was exactly why Odysseus had chosen this time to start. Both he and his apprentice were dark coated and would likely be miserable from late morning until early evening if they spent time in the sun.
While he waited Odysseus mused to himself about what he was going to tell Noir. He’d promised to tell the boy his weaknesses and he had every intention of doing just that, but he had yet to decide on how exactly he would do it. The delivery was important; he had to cast himself as a strong man aware of his weaknesses and not a weak man struggling against them otherwise Noir could walk away with new and unsavory notions or a strengthened sense of justification in throwing his weight around.
While he waited Odysseus mused to himself about what he was going to tell Noir. He’d promised to tell the boy his weaknesses and he had every intention of doing just that, but he had yet to decide on how exactly he would do it. The delivery was important; he had to cast himself as a strong man aware of his weaknesses and not a weak man struggling against them otherwise Noir could walk away with new and unsavory notions or a strengthened sense of justification in throwing his weight around.