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 Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2004 9:39 pm
Padawan Dormitories
Takeru heard the sound of paper falling into his message box. He walked over and pulled out the piece of paper that gave him his time for interview.
He smiled briefly before pulling on his tunic and leaving his quarters. He thought it best to be early and waited just outside the door and off to the side.
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2004 10:43 am
Dackktan Temple
((I'm going to assume that the temple is big, and easy to get lost in...))
By the time I heard the noon bells, I had absolutely no idea where I was. I had given up trying to find the training room, and was now just trying to find a way out. I figured that if I got outside, iI'd be better able to use my natural sense of direction to find my way back to my room. "Next time I'll just ask another student for help..." I mumbled to myself.
By the time I had made it back to my room, a few things had happened. First, I had realized how anxious being indoors made me, secondly, I managed to get in a decent run, and third, I received a letter at my room requesting my presence before the Counsel in... 20 minutes. "Sith spit! Now i've gotta find my way there, too!'
((I'm going to be gone for about 4 1/2 hours, so I won't be ready for the interview just yet. Go ahead and pass on me untill I get back. Thanks))
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2004 3:58 pm
Hetzon ((I am still posting as Saijon. For those of you who read what is written, I'm not going to post the conversation between Hetzon and Forchik, because I talk to myself too much as it is, and having my main character and an NPC that I control is much too close to that for comfort. This is a continuation of the current last post in the Trial Grounds thread.)) Medical Wing ~ SaijonSaijons eyes slowly opened as he regained some fleeting remembrance of consciousness. He hears, as though in a dream, an ethereal form of the voices of who can only be Master Hetzon and Forchik. ...Forchik, he failed the first test. We cannot allow him to try again. To do so would be a violation of the policy....must let him try...deserves another chance...said yourself the boulders aren't meant to actually hurt......not the point...supposed to believe death is possible...part of the testing...weeds out the unworthy......said it yourself...strongest in decades...only happens when trained in Fallen Realm...Force works differently......could have you demoted...insubordination, but you're right...will speak with the Council on the matter...Hetzon, the corruption...must have a decision......will allow him to retest...Straining to hear more, or to come more fully awake, Saijon exhausted his very ability to stay conscious. He falls back into the deep sleep of healing, realizing just before he does so that he feels no pain, has no broken bones, and his breathing is normal. When he again awakens, he will remember none of what he heard in the medical wing. ( You know Hetzon, thats true razz , hehehe. But thanks. I do like playing my self, i dont like being a puppet ) Medical WingSaijon opens his eyes slowly and slowly stretching his legs, arms and every body part he as. He yawned, blinked many times then sat up right. He looked around the room, it was plain. Beds with people in them, nurses about. He put his left hand too his face and stroked his chin. Then he realized something. He hoped out of bed, got changed into his robes and made a run to the trial room. But just as he started runing, he ran into Forchik. Forchik easily stoped saijon with one hand. He held him back with his forearm Let go of me, I have to get ot the trail room!Calm down, son. Its me Forchik.Master, what happened?Well, you failed the Jedi Trials, but. You've been accepted to retryWhat do you mean, i thought you meant. If you failed the test you are suppost to die. I mean... This doesn't make sence
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2004 9:53 pm
Forchik ~ Medical Ward
Forchik sighs. He was hoping to not have to explain this to his apprentice, and with luck, he would not.
Worry not about it, Saijon. Suffice to say that Master Hetzon has granted you a retrial. Now rest - the healing that was done used your own control of the Force as much as it did mine or Hetzon's.
Forchik pushes the young man gently back to the bed, willing him to sleep again.
((I wasn't puppetmastering you, man. Well, okay, maybe I was, but I was invoking the right of the host to NPC any character normally RPed by a PC when that PC is gone for an extended period of time. It had to be done...the Temple Master and another member of the Council couldn't be stuck in limbo.))
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2004 9:59 pm
Corridor Outside the Council Chambers
A Knight, tall and dressed in a royal blue formal robe steps out of the Council Room. His face is severe, and his manner formal. His one golden rank knot stands fiercely against his blue robing. He awaits the arrival of the padawans he is to escort into the Chambers
When all are present, the Knight opens the wide, metal doors worked ornately with carvings of mythical animals and bows them in, announcing each by name.
((Alright, Scorp, Takeru, and L337, go to the Council Room thread for the rest of this segment.))
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2004 1:55 am
Padawan Dormitories
Scorp quickly read his message. Cleaning himself up he wondered if he should take a weapon. Decideding aginst it he quickly ran out and went to the council chamber.
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2004 12:30 am
~Gardens~
Lost in her work of weeding, and smelling the sweet scents of the flowers, Mirage didn't notice a young padawan come up next to her. Feeling the girl's nervousness, as much with the force as anything, she looked up and smiled, motioning her to kneel beside her. Handing her a unused pair of clippers, Mirage motions for her to work on a plant, called mescallina, nearby. Ever patient, she waits for the padawan to speak, mentally soothing the girl through the force.
After a few minutes, the younger padawan turns to Mirage, a questioning look on her face, and she opens her mouth repeatedly, like a fish, but no sounds come out. Frustrated she turns back to flower.
Mirage turns to her, a soothing smile on her face. What bothers you, my child?
Blushing fiercely, the padawan keeps her face turned to the plant, but her mind is elsewhere. I saw you....and Master Hetzon....
Mirage stops her work, studying the young padawan, then putting down her tools, she turns and sits indian-style on the path. Please continue.
With a sigh, the padawan blurts out what she is thinking, still not looking Mirage in the face. I saw you fighting him in the training room....and then meditating together....yet....your so new to this temple. How did you learn all that? The padawan, blushing even redder than before, turns toward Mirage finally, and lowers her face, wringing her hands in her lap. I...I'm sorry if I'm being rude...it's just that I'm curious. My friend saw you move in to the padawan dorms two days ago...yet you seem to be advanced beyond all of us. How...how can that be?
With a smile, Mirage reaches out, and lifts the padawan's chin. Let's just say that sometimes even Master needs to be reminded of the lessons of her youth. Come, let us finish our work....it is almost time for lunch, and I am hungry. Training is useless on an empty stomach.
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2004 8:55 am
Council Chamber
Takeru walked in slowly, wondering what to expect. Most thirteen-year-olds had a very over-active imagination, but Takeru kept his in check. He approached the middle of the room, and bowed respectfully.
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2004 5:59 pm
Gardens
A young padawan walks shyly up to Nefquareiel. The girl is slight with blond hair and a face that can only be called beautiful - pale, with night black hair cascading in a glossy waterfall down her back. She shies close to Nefquariel and shoves a note crumpled in her hand in front of Neffy's face.
Padawan Nefquareiel? I have a note for you.
When opened, the note will read.
Nefquareiel -
I am currently in Council. When I am finished, we will continue our training. Meet me in the training rooms when you have finished your noon chores.
Cheskin
Forchik ~ Medical Wing
Forchik sits next to Saijon's bed in the medical wing. He has not moved since the young man came back dancing with death from the trials. It is not known among the padawans that the tests involved in the trials are not intended to kill. Such a fact is not known even among the majority of the Knights or Masters. Forchik knows only because one of his own tasks is maintaining the facilities.
The diligent Knight sleeps by his apprentices bed, and his meals are brought to him so he may never leave the side of the one who trained under him.
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2004 7:45 pm
Medical Wing
Saijon lay in his bed completly asleep. He wanted to open his eyes, and go see the world. But he couldn't bring him self to do it. He didn't know why, he felt as if he was awake. But... still dreaming. He was in this magical dream world, every thing was perfect but him self. He had failed his master, his friends... The jedi code. He failed the test, he knew it. But why wasn't he killed. Or was he. Saijon wasn't to sure of anything anymore. He knew he was a jedi, but what happened. It was all a blur to him. He thought that he had died and went to some mysterious place, where time and space meant nothing. The only thing that was here was Love, peace... kindness. Saijon was use to these things. Just knowing that he failed the most important test of his entire life. Put him to a extreme low. The lowest he's been. He was an outcast to him self. Everyone and he knew it.
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2004 8:14 pm
Forchik ~ Medical Wing
Forchik rouses from his sleep. It had been a disturbed slumber, plagued by visions that he knew originated not in his head. The art of Dreaming, the possiblity of predicting the future with Dreams, has not ever been studied to great extent. It is possible that...no. No speculation without study, and this is not the time to study Saijon.
Instead, Forchik determines to attempt what he has never before. To touch the mind of another is a level of connection with the Force reached by few, and successfully achieved by fewer. However, it is possibly the only way to reach Saijon, if the dreams he had received from the padawan are any indication of what flows through his mind as the time passes.
Forchik settles down and empties his mind. The Void comes easily, being a technique he has taught for decades, but this time, for the first time, he reaches for something deeper. This time, instead of reaching for the Force, he empties his mind completely, even the ever present Flame, and allows the Force to flow into him, filling him with life. It is bliss such as he has never felt, never-ending life force suffusing his entire body.
Reaching his hand out, and Forchik at this point has no way of telling whether he actually reaches out a physical hand and lays it on Saijon's chest, or whether he simply shapes the Force into a hand and rests the new appendage on the young man's chest, Forchik reaches through the constant flow of the Force and forms a connection with the boy's own body, his very being.
Forchik feels a slight jolt as he is suddenly aware of Saijon. He can feel the other man's heart beating, feel the breath he takes, hear some of the boy's louder thoughts. Gently, Master reaches into padawan's mind and touches, ever so lightly.
Saijon?
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2004 9:29 pm
Medical Wing (( You know, Saijon's vision. Was the world with out lawyers! ))
Saijon was in this magical world. Where everything was perfect and time didn't matter. Everyone was happy, everyone loved one another. No hate, no deaths, no fighting. A jedi paradise. Sudden it dissapeared into nothing. Black for as far as the eye can see. It was dark, cold. Then he heard a distinct voice. He knew who it was, he had to. He didn't want to answer. He wanted to shut him self off from reality, talk to no one. Be forgoten, like alot of people are. Just Dissapear.
His masters voice, echo'ed over and over again. Repeating it self over and over, like a crappy Video disk player. It got so anoying he had to reply to it.
Master Forchik. Is that you?..... but how did you get in my mind
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2004 5:37 pm
Medical Wing ~ Forchik
A slight feeling of ecstatic joy skitters along the edge of the Void as Forchik realizes he has touched Saijon's inner most consciousness with the Force. It is something he has never done before.
Quickly, though, he regains control of himself, putting his mind to the matter at hand.
Saijon, my padawan, do you remember when I told you that your dreams could predict certain possibilities that hadn't happened yet? It seems that they do more than that...without some other modicum of control, it seems that your most base emotions filter through your dreams and into those of the people closest in proximity to you.
Saijon, I felt what you have been feeling - I know what's happening in your head. Don't give up yet - you have so much to learn and so much potential.
Through all of this, Forchik's voice in Saijon's mind grows and fades and grows again. It is obvious the strain it takes him to hold the contact so long and so strongly the first time he has made it.
Saijon...I haven't the strength to hold this link any longer. Come out of your stupor, that we may speak by word of mouth.
With that, Forchik's strong presence fades from Saijon's mind.
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2004 8:36 pm
Neffy put down her gardening tools and removed the dirt-soiled gloves from her hands.
"Thanks"
She said cheerily and took the note from the girl. Neffy opened it and read what Cheskin had written, when finished she got up and excused her self form the girl. She headed towards the shed to put the spade and gloves back in then quickly washed her hands and headed to the training rooms.
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2004 11:14 pm
~Gardens~
Mirage finishes up the area where she was working, and gathers her tools. Inviting the other padawan, who's name was Ariel, to join her, she returns the tools to the shed. After checking that all was done with the head Gardener, she starts toward the cafeteria, but Ariel lingers behind. Concerned, Mirage turns to see her talking to one of her friends. Leaving them be for the moment, knowing she'll see her again, She leaves the Gardens. Her stomach is growling loudly now, and with it being almost 3 hours past noon bells, she decides to go with a snack...one to stop the rumbling, but not fill her too full for dinner. Getting lost only once, she finally arrives at her destination.
~Kitchens~
Upon arrival, Mirage bows to the Master in charge and asks if there is anything left over from lunch, as she was working when it was served. Nodding, he hands her a plate of stew and a couple of rolls. Taking her time, though ravenishly hungry, she eats slowly, listening to those few who have lingered. She overhears that her Master is busy in the Council room, interviewing a couple of padawans, and she decides to do some training on her own, until it is time for her next set of chores. When she is done, she puts away her bowl and silverware, and, bowing once more in thanks, she leaves the kitchens for the training area.
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