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Jul 13, 2011 20:07:46 GMT -5
Post by Cadyren on Jul 13, 2011 20:07:46 GMT -5
(Finally came up with a Title, hope it isn't to bad haha.)
Raveal wasn’t having a good day. All of the classes he had been forced to go to that morning had been completely boring, even for a pup like him that enjoyed learning. It had seemed like his instructors had done their best to make sure that there was nothing interesting in the day’s lesson, much to Raveal’s and the rest of the classes despair. Many of the other younglings had gotten annoyed as the day had dragged on, but Raveal did his best to remain calm and just deal with the horrible day. I was difficult for the young Shistavanen to keep his cool, but he felt that he had done well not to get angry at the teachers.
As he left his last class for the day Raveal talked with a few of his friends, asking them what they planned on doing. Many of them said they were going to head over to one of the sparing rooms and practice their saber skills.
“You coming Raveal, I think Trolm wants to challenge you to a rematch.” said one of his friends with a laugh, referring to the time that Raveal has disarmed Tom in front of their entire youngling clan. He had embarrassed the young Kel Dor, who had dreamt of becoming a Jedi Guardian one day. Unfortunately the youngling was not a skilled duelist in any way, and was easily beaten by most other younglings of his age group, including Raveal.
Raveal would have frowned if his muzzle had allowed it, but Shistavanen anatomy had not been built for smiling or frowning or other similar face movements. Instead his ears drooped down as he thought of how he had embarrassed the boy. He had not intended to beat the boy so quickly and so badly, he pitied the boy for constantly losing whenever he challenged someone to a duel. He had actually planned on letting the Kel Dor win, but had accidentally knocked his saber from his hand shortly after the duel had begun.
Thinking that maybe he could help boost Trolm’s confidence by letting him beat someone that had embarrassed him before Raveal decided that he would go with his friends to the sparring room. “Yeah, let’s go.” Raveal responded, his ears picking back up as he began to walk towards the sparring room, now excited because he thought he could help Trolm. He decided that he let Trolm disarm him shortly after the fight begun.
It wasn’t long before Raveal arrived at the sparring room, not surprised when he saw Trolm standing near the door, expecting him. He tossed a training saber to the Shistavanen, who caught it with his clawed hand. As the two walked towards one of the sparring rings some of the other younglings began to pour in, wanting to watch the match. Both boys flipped switches on the sides of their sabers, blue blades jumping from the hilt. Trolm made the first move, charging forward and swinging his Lightsaber widly.
Raveal’s blade moved with a practiced ease, bringing his blade up to meet the young Kel Dor’s seconds before it hit his arm. It would be easy for Raveal to figure out what Trolm was trying to do, or so he thought. Almost immediately after their blades connected, Raveal felt something hit the bottom of his muzzle, hard. He fell backwards, landing on his back. As he looked back up towards the Kel Dor he saw him bringing his elbow back down, and realized that the boy had hit him with it. Some of the other younglings looked at Trolm with surprise, younglings weren’t allowed to actually hit each other during combat with anything but their training saber.
Raveal looked back up towards the Kel Dor, trying to contain his anger at Trolm for hitting him. Getting back to his feet Raveal lunged forward, aiming his Lightsaber at Trolm’s chest. His Lightsaber was batted aside, and he had to quickly bring it back to block the Kel Dor’s. He then reached out with his hand, grabbing onto the Kel Dor’s Lightsaber and wrenching it from his hand. Now with two Lightsaber in his hand, the Shistavanen raised one of them towards the Kel Dor, “Are you a coward? Breaking the rules just so that you can win a fight? You aren’t worthy of wielding a Lightsaber.” the young pup growled, lowering the saber and turning away. He deactivated both saber and handed one of the sabers and to another youngling.
Raveal was done fighting Trolm, but he had nowhere else to go, so he began to look for another sparring partner, hopefully someone that wouldn’t cheat. He could still feel Trolm’s eyes follow him as he made his way across the room, but he didn’t care. He was done trying to help the fool.
(Sorry the post is so large but pointless, I kinda got carried away xD)
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Jul 13, 2011 20:43:03 GMT -5
Post by Rakia Sententa on Jul 13, 2011 20:43:03 GMT -5
How Rakia had come to be there was a mystery even to herself, having just gotten swept up in the clamour of other younglings as they had left the last class of the day. She had of course just been heading off to the archives where she spent such a lot of her time alone when what few friends she had clamoured to the sparring rooms for, what she saw as pointless, sparring matches. It wasn't that she didn't get along with them, indeed she was more open and happy around younglings than around anyone else in the temple. It was elder people, Padawans and Master's alike, that made her feel uncomfortable, not trusting them any more now than she had when she was first brought to the temple so many years ago. It was the sparring she didn't like, mainly because she just wasn't that good at it. Her arms and legs were gangly on the growing human, so ungraceful and awkward in the way they moved when practising simple kata's or weilding the training saber in a sparring match forced by the Saber skills Master who taught the youngling group. She was often chuckled at and whispered about in those classes - whoever heard of a Jedi who couldn't use the weapon that was one's life properly - and so often tried to avoid being the center of attention. In classes she secretly excelled at, which was any that required a knowledge and understanding of information that could be found in the archives through research, she always sat at the back of the room and barely said a word. It was just eaisier to have friends that way outside of the classes, where she was a completly different person. Those that knew her well knew her love for pranks, and her quick mind could come up with ones that would go down in history as legendary. Still, it was always a matter of getting her to leave the archives to join in with the fun.
Yet, as she stood pressed to one of the walls of the sparring room, watching the two younglings she had never really spoken to spar, she couldn't help but stay transfixed at the ease with which they moved. It all seemed so simple, she knew in her head every move they were doing, she knew in her mind how to counter every one they threw at each other before they had even done it - right up until one of the younglings had cheated of course with a hit that didn't belong in the duel - and yet she just could never make her limbs do what her mind so eaisly showed. Right then, she couldn't help but envy them for their skills when they were so young - she being the oldest one left in the group at the age of 12 almost 13. Folding her arms across the datapad she held in her hands, clutching it to her chest, she turned away as the duel ended and tried to slip out the door unnoticed, cringing a little though as she heard her name mentioned as someone spotted her.
"Hey Trolm, you think you could stand a chance against Rakia? She's known as the worst duelist in the temple, but you could always go for that title at the rate your carrying on!"
The insult wasn't unusual, wasn't anything she hadn't heard before, and yet each time it was said it didn't stop the small pang of hurt. Worst Duelist in the Temple. No wonder a Master hadn't selected her as a Padawan yet, no wonder she was looking so heavily into the Agricorps as the bright future she had always dreamed and hoped for with the Jedi fizzled faster and faster into nothing. Shaking her head a little, her anger not even attempting a rise to the surface, she didn't even look back as she slipped out the room and headed down the long corridor, the laughs of the Younglings seeming to follow her as they echoed in the empty space.
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Jul 14, 2011 1:57:06 GMT -5
Post by Cadyren on Jul 14, 2011 1:57:06 GMT -5
"Hey Trolm, you think you could stand a chance against Rakia? She's known as the worst duelist in the temple, but you could always go for that title at the rate your carrying on!" said one of the younglings to Trolm.
Rakia, a name that Raveal had not heard of. Raveal was glad to hear that Trolm was considered one of the worst duelists in the Temple, however he felt sorry for the Rakia person for being called the worst. Some of the other younglings laughed, and Raveal turned towards it, seeing a tall redhead girl as she turned to walk out of the room. Raveal felt sorry for the girl, he knew what it felt to be considered the worst at something. Despite his skill with a Lightsaber, Raveal was considered a horrible combatant when it came to battling in the Force. He couldn’t protect himself at all when an opponent attacked him in the Force, and his skill in Telekinetics was terrible as well.
Raveal decided to follow Rakia, he felt bad for her and wanted to make sure she was okay. He kept the training saber with him as he moved through the crowd of younglings, get congratulations from some younglings for beating Trolm and nasty looks from Trolm’s friends. Raveal ignored the looks and continued to move through the crowd until he finally made it through the door.
His feet made a scratching noise as he walked through the halls, the claws on his feet scraping across the floor. It was a sound that some found annoying when they first met him, while it wasn’t a loud noise it was constant, and that got on some people’s nerves.
He quickly spotted Rakia, it was easy to because the hallway was empty. He picked up his pace, the scratching noise becoming louder and more rapid. As he grew closer he realized that he had not thought of anything to say to the girl, so he slowed down a bit and tried to think of something to say.
“Are you okay?” Raveal asked, it was all he could think of to say. His voice sounded as comforting as wolfman’s voice could be. If she didn’t turn around, or hadn’t already at the sound of him approaching, he would try to reach out and grab the girls arm gently, and making sure that he didn’t accidentally cut or stab her with his claws.
“Don’t listen to them, some of the others act really stupid sometimes. They didn’t mean anything by it I’m sure." Raveal added, finally coming up with something to say. He didn’t think that the girl would find it comforting, but he felt that he had to at least try.
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Jul 15, 2011 19:29:09 GMT -5
Post by Rakia Sententa on Jul 15, 2011 19:29:09 GMT -5
Rakia hadn't been expecting anyone to follow her, becoming lost in her own thoughts again so that even the silence of the hallway being broken by the sound of Raveal's claws on the shiny surface didn't disrupt her. The noise wasn't loud enough to warrent her break in concetration really, she was used to all the different noises the differing species the planet contained made as they wandered about their daily routines around the temple. She'd never been outside it of course, only Padawan's and the ranks above were allowed to do that. She didn't notice she was being followed, something she would later muse she should have done really, until a voice sounded quite close to her.
"Are you okay? Don't listen to them, some of the others act really stupid sometimes. They didn't mean anything but it I'm sure."
Turning quickly, a little startled by the fact that someone had taken it upon himself to care about whether her feelings had been hurt or not, she stopped her long strides and waited for him to catch up. She couldn't help but note a little how much taller she was, standing at 5'4 compared to his 4'10, and could guess she was more than likely a few years older than he which just compounded the embarrassment she felt at having to take her classes with those so much younger than her because she still had not been selected as a Padawan. Still, her soft smile and casual shrug of her shoulders did nothing to betray that emotion to the young Shistavanen as he caught up and they resumed the walk together.
"Oh they did, but I can't be angry at them just for telling the truth." she reasoned quietly, flicking her hair pulled back in a braid over her shoulder so it hung down her back, before looking to him with a smile and changing the subject. "You on the other hand certainly don't have such a title, you were really good in there."
She extended the compliment so as to achieve one of two things. He could either accept it, then make his excuses to go back and re-join the fun that was sure to continue, or he could continue to follow her and continue the conversation. She didn't really mind which, she had read in the archives about the Shistavanen species and knew about their pack mentality, about protecting one another and sticking together as a group so she she didn't mind trusting in him a little, when it was in his nature to be kind and protective. Besides, she hated to be rude and only really was so when she lost her temper, so she didn't want to dismiss him so quickly when he had taken the time to check on her. She also knew he had to be inquisitve as to how she got that title, and why she was still here when all other younglings her age were off exploring the galaxy with their Masters. In fact, it was still a question she was asking herself.
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Jul 16, 2011 4:37:12 GMT -5
Post by Cadyren on Jul 16, 2011 4:37:12 GMT -5
Rakia didn’t seem to hear Raveal’s claws as he approached, not noticing him until he spoke. She seemed startled by Raveal coming to try and talk to her, which to Raveal was a bad sign. Did none of the other younglings ever try to comfort her after she had been insulted like that? Raveal was disappointed in his fellow younglings, and felt even more pity towards Rakia. Raveal had realized that Rakia was taller then him, but as he grew closer he began to realize that she was a lot taller then he had first guessed. Raveal stood at 4’7, so he was used to other younglings being the same size or taller then him. But Rakia was somewhere in the 5 foot range, and towered over the pup.
Rakia smiled at him as he got close, and she appeared to be fine. For a second Raveal thought that maybe it was just a joke between her and some younglings, and that he might have gone to comfort her for nothing. But Raveal was a telepath, meaning he could sort of sense people’s emotions, even at such a young age. He could sense that Rakia wasn’t fine and that she was embarrassed by something, which to Raveal was obviously the fact that she had just been called the worst duelist in the temple.
Raveal walked next to her as she continued her walk, her saying that they had told the truth when they called her that. She then tried to change the subject by telling Raveal that he definitely didn’t deserve such a title, and that he did great against Trolm. For a moment, Raveal felt happy as he was complimented, like just about anyone, Raveal liked knowing that he was good at something. He quickly stopped himself from getting all excited, he did not go to Rakia to talk about his skill with a Lightsaber.
“I doubt you’re that bad, there’s no way you could be worse then Trolm. He can’t even hold the Lightsaber in his hands, he drops it every time someone makes contact with it!” Raveal told Rakia, trying to cheer the older youngling up. “And even I you aren’t that great with a Lightsaber, that isn’t all there is to being a Jedi. I personally want to become a Healer when I grow up, some of the other younglings think it’s stupid but they won’t be laughing when I save their life one day!” Raveal added, getting a little carried away as he talked. He couldn’t help it, he was a young child, so of course he would occasionally talk about how awesome he thought he was when he spoke more then a few sentences. He still felt bad that he was starting to talk about himself though, so he tried to change the subject back to her.
“What kind of Jedi do you want to be when you grow up?” Raveal asked the older youngling. Was she going to be a Guardian, a Sentinel, or a Consular? Or would she want to be a Jedi Shadow, or the Head Librarian in the Archives? Raveal was rather curious, and awaited her answer. He was vaguely aware that he still had the training Lightsaber in his hand, but he would return it later, he didn’t want to force Rakia to go back to the training room so he could leave it there, and he didn’t want to just abandon her and take it back by himself.
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Jul 20, 2011 7:33:51 GMT -5
Post by Rakia Sententa on Jul 20, 2011 7:33:51 GMT -5
She couldn't help but smile at the younglings excited chatter, thinking that it was not that long ago she had been doing the same with her closest friends, until they had all been selected as Padawans and were currently exploring the galaxy on daring missions and political excursions, leaving her behind to ponder exactly where her future was going to take her. Personally, she didn't relish the thought of going into the Agricorps and was verging on the decision to just leave the order should the decision come around and go back to her homeworld of Naboo, find someplace to settle seeing as she didn't exactly remember her mother clearly enough to recognise her, and she didn't know the circumstances with which she came to be abandoned to the Jedi in the first place - would her mother even want her back?
Rakia quickly shook herself from these thoughts though as the conversation turned back to her, noting with interest that he wants to be a Healer. That took her by surprise, with his saber skills already flourishing she would have put him down as a possible Guardian in the future. Still, with his species being more akin to peace and harmony between people, and hating to see people suffer, she supposed it wasn't that much of a surprise that healing was his chosen path. Then, there was that eternal question, one she was often asking herself: What kind of Jedi did she want to be. Well, her first answer would be to actually be able to be one, not that she mentioned anything of the sort to Raveal. Biting her lip, gazing out across the Coruscant skyline through the huge windows of the temple, she gave a gentle shrug of her shoulders. Most of her time and effort had been in getting to the level she was at now, even though she aimed for better, her mind forever on the now and not the future.
"I'm not really sure, its not something I've ever really thought about in great depth. I always though it would be something I would discuss with a Master when I was a Padawan, something I would train towards." She trailed off a little at that, keeping her gaze firmly on the skyline as she felt tears well in her eyes. She hated failing her own too high goals, and the tears were more out of frustration than anything else. Shaking her head a little, she steadied her voice as she continued. "I guess thinking about it now though, if I could improve my saber skills enough, I'd want to be a Sentinel. It doesn't rely completly on the Lightsaber or the Force and I can use my knowledge to get through situations instead. Of course, if a Master finds me to be more able in another area then I'd take their advice of course. I just, mainly, want to get off this planet and see the galaxy, help people who really need it with as little fuss as possible."
Finally she looked back to him when the tears had gone, keeping a soft smile on her face. She found the Shistavanen's presence to be quite calming and peaceful which helped to quite her always overactive mind somewhat.
"Why so keen on becoming a healer then? With your Saber skills I would have put you on the path to being a Guardian at least. Although, I have to say you'd make an excellent healer. You have a calming quality about you and a good bedside manner already I can tell. Are you doing much research into the training you'd need?
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Jul 23, 2011 3:17:52 GMT -5
Post by Cadyren on Jul 23, 2011 3:17:52 GMT -5
Raveal nodded as Rakia spoke, there were many younglings that didn’t know what kind of Jedi they wanted to be. Raveal of course wasn’t one of them, he had been in the Temple for as long as he could remember, so he had figured out what he wanted to be at an early age. Healing had always came naturally to him, he had always progressed in the skill faster then the other younglings. He also enjoyed helping people, and seeing as most Jedi were focused on combat, Raveal thought that becoming a Healer would be the right thing to do.
Raveal began to feel frustration and sadness come from Rakia, and once again his ears fell flat on his head. He realized that he shouldn’t have talked about what becoming a Knight or even a Padawan, if she was as bad at using a saber as everyone said then she might think she wouldn’t be taken as an apprentice to another Jedi. He felt bad that he had further upset the older youngling, and was trying to think of another subject for the two of them to talk about.
Rakia turned to look at the skyline of Coruscant, so Raveal could not see her face as a few tears welled up in her eyes. Raveal was aware that she was upset, but he did not know that he had caused the girl that much pain. Her voice even sounded calm and composed when she continued talking, saying that if she improved her saber skills she would want to be a Sentinel, balancing both her skills in the Force and with a Lightsaber. It was one of the more difficult paths to follow, as Sentinels usually learned other skills besides those taught in the Order. Rakia then said again that she would probably talk to whoever her master would be about it, and that what she really wanted to do was leave Coruscant and see the galaxy. Raveal could relate to that, as far as he knew he had been born and raised on Coruscant,
“You have to be clever as a Sentinel, their abilities are so spread out that they aren’t as skilled as a Consular is in the Force, or a Guardian with a Lightsaber. You have to learn how to use all of your skills to defeat an opponent in combat, or to overcome some obstacle in your way. I’m sure you can make it as one though, you seem like your smart.” Raveal responded, trying to make Rakia feel better again. He wasn’t lying though, she seemed pretty smart, or at least not stupid. If it wasn’t for Raveal’s talent in empathy he wouldn’t have known that the other younglings had hurt her feelings, so she was already good at controlling her emotions, which to Raveal was a sign of intelligence.
Rakia then began to ask Raveal about his choice to become healer, saying that with his saber skills he could easily become a Guardian. There had been times when Raveal had considered the path of the Guardian, focusing on mastery of the Lightsaber and not on his skills in the Force. But he had never been good at creating barriers, or using the force to increase his strength or speed. To him he was destined to become a Consular, or perhaps a Sentinel focused more on the Force then Lightsaber combat. Rakia then said that he did have a claming quality about him, and that he would have good bedside manners. She asked him if he had researched what kind of training he would need. He opened his mouth for a moment, ready to begin rambling about how he had to learn the anatomy of as many species as he could, how he would have to learn to mend muscle tissue and bone as well as skin. But he quickly closed it, he was not there to talk about himself, he was there to try and help Rakia feel better.
“Yes, I have,” Raveal answered, nodding his head. He then paused for a moment before continuing, trying to come up with something else to say. He decided to move onto academics, Rakia seemed smart so he figured that he would be talking about something she was good at.”I wish I had more time to study though, but I have so many classes. It used to not be that much of a hindrance, but recently math has been getting to hard. We started learning how to divide large numbers, and it just gets so confusing. What about you, are any of your classes challenging?” Raveal asked, hoping that he was changing the subject onto something that Rakia would enjoy talking about.
(Never thought I'd be able to post anything like this with Raveal, thank you for helping me get some muse for this little guy! Also I was wondering if you would mind Trolm coming into the thread at some point later on, or if you just want Rakia and Raveal to talk.)
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Jul 23, 2011 14:21:41 GMT -5
Post by Rakia Sententa on Jul 23, 2011 14:21:41 GMT -5
(OOC: No problem! I'm enjoying it alot, it helps me expand deeper into Rakia too  And course Trolm can make an appearence, go wild! ) Well.....she didn't really know what to say in answer to that question. She didn't want to seem big-headed or like she was showing off, but none of her lessons had ever been complicated or difficult for her besides her saber training and meditation. Her mind seemed to figure things out very quickly, and soaked up information even quicker, so much so that she could recite anything she'd read on a datapad months ago back perfectly. It was the physical things....getting her body to respond as fast as her mind did, or even getting her mind to quieten enough so she could connect with the force properly. That was what held her back in her saber training. She knew the moves, had studied them religiously, but she always thought too much about what she was doing instead of letting go and letting the force guide her as she was so often instructed, so more often than not she just appeared clumsy and not once has she won a saber spar in her whole time at the temple. Eventually, after a brief pause, she responded with a slight chuckle. "To be honest, not really. I dont want to sound like i'm bragging or big headed or anything, I just find that learning things comes really easy to me. I've always done better in acadmeics than anything else, its just the physical aspect of being a Jedi I have the problem with. Lightsaber practise and meditating are my biggest challenges, I just can't seem to stop my mind going a mile a minute."She noted with interest that he was having a problem with maths, something she had seen to be quite a common problem among not only Younglings but even older adults. There was just something to it that just frustrated people, be it remembering the sequence things had to be done in or simply them trying to figure out where in their lives they would ever need the skill. Smiling more, her posture becoming a little more relaxed with him, Rakia knew exactly what Revael was doing by distracting her into this topic, and she was grateful. She could always use another friend in the temple, even if she wasn't going to be there much longer for one reason or another. "Maths isn't so hard if you have a mind for it, it has a lot to do with patience and following logical sequences. If you'd like, I wouldn't mind studying with you. Two minds are often better than one so it has been said." She quipped gently with another soft shrug. It wasn't often she put herself forward for things like that, and even the thought made her slightly uncomfortable, but she did owe him something for coming after her and attempting to cheer her up the way he had done. Besides, she really did like him and wanted to help him be, in whichever small way she could, whatever he wanted to in life. "You don't have to, was just a thought if you wanted some help to balance things back out." |
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Jul 26, 2011 8:02:05 GMT -5
Post by Cadyren on Jul 26, 2011 8:02:05 GMT -5
Raveal felt a little embarrassed when Rakia said she had no trouble with academics, even though he was the one that had brought up the subject. She tried to be nice about it, but he still felt kind of dumb. This feeling didn’t last long though. He just told himself that some people were better at something’s then others. Rakia was better then him at some things, and he was better then her in others. She was better at things like math then he was, and he was better at more physical things. The thought made him feel better, and allowed him to refocus on the conversation.
Rakia asked him if he wanted to study with her, so that he could get better at it. Raveal thought about it for a moment, it would hard for him to find the time to do so, he usually spent most of his free time reading about the art of healing, as well as trying to learn a few languages so that when he became a healer, he would be able to understand and communicate with his patients. He could give up some of the time he spent with his friends. He could perhaps rearrange his schedule so that every few days eh studied with Rakia instead of hanging out with them?
“That sounds like a great idea! And maybe I could help you with stuff you have trouble in?” The young pup said excitedly. He did like the idea of getting help from an older youngling in math, and also enjoyed the idea that maybe he could repay her by helping her in something she wasn’t good at. Perhaps he could help her focus when it came to Lightsaber dueling or meditating. She said she wasn’t good at those things. Raveal sometimes had trouble quieting his mind too, but he was good with a Lightsaber.
When he was done talking Raveal realized he had forgotten about the Lightsaber in his hand and all of the sudden his head he turned his head to look at it, forgetting the current conversation. “I should probably go put this back, I don’ think I’m allowed to carry one of these around wherever I want. Raveal said as he looked the thing over. “Do you want to come with me? Trolm probably left so hopefully no one would bother us.” Raveal continued, now thinking about how he had gotten angry at Trolm and had told him he had n honor. While Raveal still believed it was true, he felt bad for saying it for everyone to hear. Plus like it or not, he was a member of the Jedi order, and part of Raveal’s pack. He would have to try and become friends with Trolm for the sake of his pack, and if that didn’t work he would have to do his best to ignore his taunts and to never duel him again.
Shaking his head, Raveal returned his attention back to Rakia, “So do you want to come with me? Or would you rather meet up later?”
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Jul 29, 2011 18:58:23 GMT -5
Post by Rakia Sententa on Jul 29, 2011 18:58:23 GMT -5
Rakia hadn't missed the slight pause between them after she had made the offer, causing her to turn her head to regard him again, biting her lip a little with a smile as she saw his ears move around as he thought things through. She did love that about the Shistavanen species. While humans and many other species tended to be the most expressive with their eyes, often being considered a gateway into a person's soul, it was endearing to see the young pup hadn't become so guarded against his emotions yet that he lost the movements that so gave his feelings away. She could tell he was despondent that she didn’t struggle with her studies, but also comforted by the idea that she had her weaknesses too. Everyone did, but it was how you dealt with them and others who were struggling that mattered the most. She nodded back to him as he finally settled on being happy for the offer, knowing they would eventually sort the schedule out – something she could also help him with.
So at ease with their stroll and with his presence was she that she didn’t realise when he skidded to a stop in the hallway, slipping to a stop and dropping the datapad in her arms with a chuckle, scooping it up quickly before heading back to Reveal. Instantly, she was hesitant to follow him back to the training rooms, they definitely weren’t her favourite places to be and in all honesty she would much rather be tucked away in a corner of the archives. Still, it seemed like Reveal was pretty determined on her coming along as he asked her twice when she gave no answer and she really didn’t want to disappoint him after the kindness he had shown her. So, she soon found herself nodding and joined him in the walk back the way they had just come from.
”Sure, i’ll come along. I do have to get to the archives though to take this datapad back at some point.
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Aug 3, 2011 1:07:35 GMT -5
Post by Cadyren on Aug 3, 2011 1:07:35 GMT -5
Rakia seemed hesitant to go back, was she still worried that the other younglings would make fun of her? He felt bad for asking her to come with him. Should he tell her never mind, and that he would see her later? Or would that be considered rude? His ears were no longer straight up, but they weren’t flat on his head either. He did feel bad for putting Rakia in such an awkward position, for offering her to come with him to a place she didn’t want to go to, but he was busy thinking about how to take away the offer without being rude. He thought for a moment as to what he should do when Rakia answered him.
“Sure, I’ll come along. I do have to get to the archives though to take this datapad back at some point.”
So she would go with him anyway? Raveal’s ears picked up again, he was happy to have the older youngling walk back with him. She seemed really nice, and Raveal thought that maybe they could be friends. He doubted that anyone would make fun of Rakia, they had been gone for a few minutes, so the other younglings were probably talking about something else or they were all sparring.
They had not walked that far from the sparring room, so it didn’t take the two younglings that long to get back. As they got closer Raveal began to hear the sound of arguing. He couldn’t make out what was being said, but he could clearly hear the sound of Trolm’s distorted voice as he spoke through his breathing mask. He was unsure if Rakia could hear the voices, Raveal’s hearing was better then that of most sentients, a fact that he had learned at a young age was because of his race. He abruptly stopped. They were still a dozen or so meters away from the door, so he was sure that Rakia would be confused if she hadn’t heard Trolm’s voice also.
“If you want you can wait here, I’ll only be a moment.” Raveal said, somehow keeping his voice calm. He was actually very worried, would Trolm try and attack him once he entered the room? Would he insult him, cause Raveal to become angry again?
There is no passion, only serenity. Raveal thought, closing his eyes for a moment and reciting the line of the Jedi code a few times in his head. His worry began to vanish, he could not let his emotions stop him, even from doing something as trivial as putting a training lightsaber away. If Trolm attacked him, he would have to defend himself. If not then Raveal would just put his lightsaber away and leave. He would not let the Kel Dor get into his head. If Rakia did want to come into the room with him, he wouldn’t let anyone make jokes at her. He would try and help them realize that they weren’t acting like Jedi when they did that, and maybe they would stop.
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Aug 3, 2011 16:14:13 GMT -5
Post by Rakia Sententa on Aug 3, 2011 16:14:13 GMT -5
Rakia couldn't tell exactly what it was Reveal was hearing, but she did understand that he was listening in on something as he once again came to a sudden stop in the middle of the hall. His ears seemed to twitch feverently as he listened, and whether or not he knew it, a small scowl crossed his face. She waited patiently as he listened, not wanting to interrupt the moment until he suddenly spoke again, trying to sound calm but underneath Rakia could detect the slight undertones of worry. Something was happening in the training room, and she would bet good credits it had something to do with the student Reveal had been sparring with beforehand. It seemed like the two weren't exactly best friends...or even friends for that matter. Rakia didn't know what Raveal was worried about, but if he was worried she would be there for him, even if she could only offer a witness to anything that happened should a Master encounter something, or even just a few choice words to stop him losing his temper. As a youngling his age, she could remember throwing tantrums and losing her temper with the best of them.
"Don't be silly, I'll come in with you. That way, you have a back up if anything happens that shouldn't in there and a witness to say it was in self defence. Just, try and keep your temper, try and negotiate your way out of trouble instead of accepting a spar.
She didn't know if the advice would be well recieved, but she offered it out there anyway. She wouldn't be much help in the way of lightsaber combat should another fight spring up so the least she could do was teach him something she was good at - diplomatic solutions. Force knew she had had to negotiate her way out of some arguments sometimes. Nodding to him with a smile, when he didn't move towards the door instead just gazing at her like she had suddenly grown two heads, she made the first move instead, heading towards the door.
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Aug 10, 2011 23:07:46 GMT -5
Post by Cadyren on Aug 10, 2011 23:07:46 GMT -5
"Don't be silly, I'll come in with you. That way, you have a back up if anything happens that shouldn't in there and a witness to say it was in self defense. Just, try and keep your temper, try and negotiate your way out of trouble instead of accepting a spar.”
Raveal had to admit he was relieved to know that Rakia would go with him. It would be a lot easier for him to keep his cool with someone there with him. It probably wouldn’t matter, Trolm was probably to busy arguing with someone to notice Raveal or Rakia walk in, and everyone else was probably to busy sparring or watching Trolm and whoever he was arguing with argue. Raveal was surprised that Rakia would go with him, seeing as only a few minutes ago she had been laughed out of there.
Rakia decided to go in first, again to Raveal’s surprise. He quickly followed though, and the two entered the room. Immediately Raveal saw Trolm, who was sparring against another student, possibly the one who he was arguing with. Trolm hammered away at the boy, who seemed to barely managed to block Trolm’s crazed attacks. It wasn’t that the boy was unskilled, it was just that Trolm was rather strong, and even though it was impossible to tell what a Kel Dor was feeling by looking at their face, Raveal could feel Trolm’s anger as easily as he could feel his own worry.
Raveal stopped a few steps into room and watched the fight, as the other boy began to get the upperhand and overcome Trolm’s clumsy assault. Then it happened, Trolm’s hand extended forward in a fist and made contact with the boy’s face. The boy dropped his saber and fell to the ground, grabbing his face and screaming in pain. Some of the younglings gasped in surprise, while others rushed to make sure the boy was okay.
Raveal’s hand griped his saber as he stood there, trying to resist the urge to run forward and attack Trolm. He was a virus that needed to be destroyed, he did nothing but hurt others within the pack. He needed to leave; he was not fit to be a Jedi. Raveal gritted his teeth and snarled. No, you are a Jedi Raveal. You can’t just beat someone up.
Raveal was trying to think of a nonviolent way to stop Trolm, when he noticed the Kel Dor’s head snap to the side, as though he just realized something, or someone, was there.
“You. Me. Duel now!” The Kel Dor said to the person, emphasizing each word. Raveal wondered who he was talking to, when the Kel Dor spoke again, “We will see who’s the worst duelist in the Temple.””
Raveal instantly realized that he was talking to Rakia, his anger quickly transformed into worry. He had been so focused on the fight that he didn’t know where she was. If she had stood next to him, he would get between her and Trolm, though he would not raise his saber against the boy. If she had walked off for some reason, he would find her quickly enough, and would make his way towards her as quickly as he could.
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Aug 11, 2011 17:04:01 GMT -5
Post by Rakia Sententa on Aug 11, 2011 17:04:01 GMT -5
Rakia stood by Raveal as they could do nothing but watch the fight, closing her eyes with a wince as she saw the youngling get punched. Hearing the cry, she couldn't ignore it and hurried over to the youngling on the floor and looking at his face, soothing him gently as a mother would a child before sending him on his way to the healer's wing with one of his friends with a gentle word of encouragement - for his age the young boy had done well and couldn't be expected to deal with such underhanded tactics that were so unbecoming of a so called Jedi to be.
As Trolm spoke, she simply looked to him as she rose to her feet, standing way above the Kel Dor at her full height, folding her arms with another shake of her head. There was no way she was going to fight the youngling - both because she didn't like sparring and because she was knew she had to set an example for all the other younglings who were looking to start a fight of their own with the Kel Dor. Instead, she noticed the training saber dangling from the boys hand and gave a slight smirk as she called it to her own hand using the force, watching his face turn from anger to frustration and surprise as she handed the saber off to one of the other younglings to put away.
"I'm not going to fight you Reveal. I don't fight with cheaters, that's not the way of the Jedi. You should really consider exactly why your here, go over the code of the order again. You will never find a Master with this attitude and way of winning a saber fight. Its not about being the most powerful, its about finding a balance between peace and serenity that will allow the force to guide your actions. I have yet to find that balance, I find it hard because my mind is always thinking about other things. I may very well be the worst duelist in the temple, but I am smarter than you and am not afraid to call a Master to see these techniques that you are so proud of. You should be ashamed of yourself, you are belittling and disrespecting every Master that has imparted the wisdom he or she holds to you in favor of trying to prove your worth to everyone else. When you have grown up some little boy and have learnt the true ways and wills of the Jedi and the force, then maybe one day we shall spar. But until then, I'd suggest you run along before I call a Master in here.
It wasn't often that Rakia spoke her mind or stood up to people who challenged her, preferring to walk away, but the pain and plight of others was something she was trying to elimante in the galaxy in her training to be a Jedi. If she could not handle situations like this now, how would she ever achieve it later. This was as much a part of her training as anything else and she always strove to do her best in any training her Masters or the force put in front of her.
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Aug 16, 2011 22:46:10 GMT -5
Post by Cadyren on Aug 16, 2011 22:46:10 GMT -5
Raveal spotted Rakia, making sure the boy who had been punched was okay. He pushed his way through the crowd to try and get to her, but he knew there was no way he would get to her before Trolm. Trolm demanded the two of them duel, but Rakia just stood up with her arms crossed, shaking her head. Raveal could sense Trolm’s anger at the girl for not accepting his challenge, and was worried he was going to attack her anyway. Before Trolm even had a chance to activate his lightsaber again however it was plucked from his hands, and floated into Rakia’s.
Trolm took a step back, now realizing that he was unarmed. He looked towards the shelf that held training sabers, but there were too many people between it and him. Raveal watched as Rakia lectured the boy, telling him that she would not fight him, that he needed to go over the code again and think about what it meant to be a Jedi. She said that she might have been the worst duelist in the Temple, but she was smarter then him and would call a Master if she had too.
Trolm began to look around frantically, not sure what to do. Raveal could feels the boy’s emotions, how they turned from anger to worry. Raveal even managed to get a glimpse of some of his thoughts. I just wanted to be the best… Raveal then felt the worry be replaced by guilt and regret. Trolm then walked out of the sparring room, the other younglings moving out of his way so that he could leave. Many of the other younglings gave him angry looks as he left, not knowing that the Kel Dor felt bad about what he had done. Raveal’s ears fell flat however, and he felt sort of bad for the Kel Dor. Not enough to forgive him for what he had done, but enough that he pitied the other youngling.
Once Trolm had left some of the younglings looked back at Rakia. Some of the younger ones said that they hoped to be as great of a Jedi as her one day, while others told her she did a good job. There were a few that seemed disappointed, wanting to see a fight between the two of them. Ravel was not one of them, and he moved his way through the crowd so that he could get to Rakia.
“Wow that was amazing! I don’t think you’re ever going to need a lightsaber.” Raveal said when he got close, enough that he thought Rakia could hear him. He didn’t know if she would be able to pick his voice out form the others however, because all of the younglings were talking. He continued to push his way through the group of younglings so that he could reach her, doing his best to keep his claws away from anyone’s flesh.
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And course Trolm can make an appearence, go wild!