Change in Form

After their discussion at the garden, Tord and the rest of them tried to act the way before the visions of Qui-Gon came. They laughed, joked and bantered as if nothing was wrong.

Nonetheless, there were some changes that were made.

The four of them—Plo, Mace, Kit and Tord—were now relatively more guarded on what information to share or talk about whenever the lazuli eyed brunet was around. That, and they guided the teen to meditation more and tried to reign in Qui's more destructive tendencies that came with his anger.

It was a slow progress but they were getting there of making sure that the brown-haired male wouldn't end up as an abusive motherkarker. Tord was making sure of it as even the possibility of getting his Obi-Wan hurt was making the magic within him hum in a threatening manner.

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"You changed your fighting style," remarked an all too intrigued Yan Dooku while he sparred with his elder brother.

Tord merely shrugged off the raven's observation as he redirected all of the taller man's attacks of continuous opportunity and used a number of deflecting slashes. Pushing forward, the silvernette swiped his lightsaber at the other's waist and did a leg sweep.

Easily enough, the taller man parried the silvernette's attack as he avoided the leg sweep and flipped acrobatically in the air with an Ataru. Which was followed by aiming a head strike to the elder that was disrupted by Tord moving out of the way and delivering a slash to Yan's unguarded incoming body.

Their fight as it were, were coming to blows as they parried, slashed, kicked and punched. One agile arm or leg would deliver sudden distracting attacks while lightsabers moved in and out of each other's spaces and a number of times nearly fatally cutting the other off. If it were not for the clever deflection or counterattacks that would steal away the near maiming victory; then the sparring that Tord and Yan that were doing at the moment would have already ended.

"You're leaning in more into the use of Soresu," Yan Dooku announced as if saying it aloud would help him have an epiphany of sorts.

Tord sighed at the knowledge that his younger brother won't stop the interrogation. Nonetheless, after the incident of letting his emotions, particularly anger, get the better of him made the reincarnator cautious. To nearly kill Mace…Just the thought of losing his friend made him feel as if he was going to lose Matt and Edd again.

The memory of a brown-haired man with hazel eyes and wore a green hoodie while a red-haired male with baby blue orbs donned a green overcoat over a violet shirt stood fearfully right beside each other. Screams and blood corrupted their image and Tord was brought back to the present with the sudden strike that nearly lobbed off his neck.

Blinking his green gem-like eyes, Tord eased off of being in a defensive state and pressed himself harder to counterattack. A fluid riposte followed by forceful saber strikes and jabs that ends up startling Yan at the sudden aggressiveness and disarms the raven with his light blue saber. Tord's lightsaber placed just a few centimeters away from the taller man's neck.

Deactivating his weapon, the silvernette uses his free hand to call his brother's lightsaber and hands it back to the taller. Tord knows that he was being watched and catalogued by the other so he merely gave a wan smile as he places his own weapon at his belt.

"You do know that you can actually talk to me, Yan, instead of merely observing me for any clues," the reincarnator reminds his younger brother as he sighs and forces the tension in his body to disappear.

Yan Dooku, at his words, sighed and placed his own lightsaber at his belt. "You changed your fighting style."

"You already mentioned that a couple of times."

"What I mean is that that's so unlike you. Back then, you hardly favored Soresu and—as much as you mixed different fighting styles—you used to utilize Juuyo more. Then, when Vaapad came into existence, you basically used that instead of Juuyo.

Soresu was something you gave little interest in combat unless circumstance truly necessitated it. And I know how I fight, Tord."

Light brown searched green gems and Tord sighed loudly as he took hold of his younger brother's hand as he led the man towards the apartment designated to him. "If we're going to talk about this, I would rather prefer to have it in the confines of a space I am comfortable with."

"So…We're heading to your apartment."

"Quite observant of you, Yan," the silvernette remarked with oozing sarcasm as they entered the turbolift.

"Is the topic that we are about to discuss that heavy in importance that you have to lead me away from the sparring rooms?"

"What do you think?" Tord dryly asked as he squeezed the raven's hand.

"I—Did something truly warrant this change, brother?" Yan Dooku inquires as the Force around them is tightly coiled in a protective manner against the shorter male.

"You know and believe enough in visions, Yan. You know how far they could turn into reality and the chances of them merely being a possibility that would not come into fruition."

The raven seemed to come into realization with such words and light brown orbs focused on the visage of a deceptively relaxed silvernette. Nonetheless, Yan Dooku could still feel how Tord is hardly anywhere from being relaxed.

"One of your visions caused the alteration. You think that by doing so would aid you in whatever endeavor you wish to achieve."

"Indeed, it did. The change being more of a preparation and perhaps a precaution of sorts." Tord idly noted as he now pulled the taller Jedi to the direction of his abode.

"Preparation and precaution!?" Yan Dooku was now definitely intrigued with how his brother was willing to change himself just for a vision. The raven knew how well enough how true Tord's visions can be. For the other to choose such a manner of engagement would mean a significant number of things. "I don't know what kind of vision did you have to garner such a response of even changing one of the fundamental things that make you as you. That said, for it to turn out like this…It worries me."

"Then why don't talk about this over the tea that you so like? I'll simply have juice and be done with whatever this is," Tord commented lightly as he settled the two of them in his kitchen and began preparing their drinks.