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Post by Hand Soler on Nov 5, 2009 12:05:59 GMT -5
Irad sighed, settling onto one of the small seats in the meditation room he had chosen, crossing his legs as he did so. He had taken to this habit ever since he had realized just how far gone he had been a few years back, and now he meditated for at least an hour every day, regardless of what else he did.
He settled into his meditation trance, and was quickly immersed in the familiar and comforting sensation of the Force washing over him. An external sigh was the only sign of relief shown, and his mind quickly raced over the decisions he had made, looking at them in the light of the life-giving Force.
Of course, he had not locked the door. It was an old habit, one that had been born of long trust in his brothers and sisters. Even in the years when he had been walking in darkness, he had still left any door unlocked. Partially, it was because he knew that a simple locked door would not stop a Jedi that wanted to get to him.
But whatever the reason, there was no outward sign that the room was occupied until you entered.
Of course, from Irad's point of view, the hour passed quickly, and it seemed like only minutes before he came out of his meditation trance, and simply settled down to sit properly in the seat he had chosen, waving a hand at the door, triggering the plate at a distance that caused the door to slide open.
Leaning forward, he rested his forehead in his hands, rubbing at his temples. "So many of those could have turned out differently," he muttered quietly, shaking his head.
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Nov 18, 2009 20:23:05 GMT -5
Post by Miri Mojito on Nov 18, 2009 20:23:05 GMT -5
Mirian walked down a lonely corridor of the Jedi temple, leading towards the meditation chambers. If there was one place on this whole planet where she could tune out the emotions of the planet it would be here, after all the meditation chambers were designed to be almost like a sensory depravation room. It was in these rooms that she could find piece. Many times during her stay at the temple she had isolated herself in one of the many rooms, sometimes for extended periods of time. Today however she needed the isolation more than ever.
In Mirians life she had often lived at temples and enclaves that were on far less populated planets, and so she had not really learned how to handle large populaces for long periods of time. This had led to occaisions of frustration within the young Jedi on more than one occaision, the most recent being a week prior.
A few moments later and Mirian had arrived at the meditation room, one of many. With little hesitation she entered the room and swiftly closed the door. As soon as the door had closed it was as if the world had shut off, almost all of the outside emotions of the people nearby were gone. Strangly though something still lingered. Suddenly Mirian froze at the realization, she had intruded on someone elses meditation. A moment later with a gentle sigh She turned around to face the sitting figure in the room. "Forgive me Master Jedi...I had not known this room to be occupied."
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Hand Soler
They stab it with their steely knives but they just can't kill the beast.
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Post by Hand Soler on Nov 18, 2009 21:38:58 GMT -5
Irad looked up as someone walked in, and then simply waited on the female to notice him sitting there. When she spoke, however, he grimaced. "Not Master, young woman. Knight. I will not accept the rank of Master, as it is something I have not yet earned." He chuckled, and then settled back into the chair again. "And do not worry. You have not disturbed me at all. I had actually finished a few moments ago." He gestured to the open chairs around the room. "You need not worry that I'm going to disturb you either. I know I for one do not like having MY meditation interrupted, because I need it as much as I do."
He folded his hands in his lap, brushing at the silver and blue robes he wore. He wore them as a sign of not only his status within the knighthood, but also as a sign of what planet had given birth to him. On the belt around his waist, even in the temple, were his two sabers, one handle shorter than the other. His hair was pulled back into a tight braid at the moment, since it was the easiest way for him to maintain it.
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Nov 20, 2009 21:45:28 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Nov 20, 2009 21:45:28 GMT -5
Kiyana paused in her stride at what would have been a minor interruption on her behalf in breaching the room on her left and intruding upon her one-time apprentice's meditation. Upon seeing the other Jedi enter - the Miraluka - she had paused and waited, sensing the change in Force signature as his focus went from controlled to relaxed and spread. Her steps had ended there, and it was just a matter of the deciding of what to do now. Return to where she had been just now? In the library researching what little tidbits of interesting information she could find? Wait for the woman to leave the room, and pass up the chance to engage in conversation with 2 Jedi instead of one? Maybe, she decided, the best option could be to take herself into that room as the mentor she always was.
Stepping inside a few seconds after the other Jedi, she paused just off to the side as the pair seemed to converse with one another. Strange, she found it, but good. Her black hair, wound into a braid, continued to sway even as she stopped, and her silvery-green eyes rested on the forms in the centre of the room pleasantly.
"Interesting, that you should both be willing to meditate with one another, rather than to put this time to more profitable use." She stepped forward slowly, almost as though from shadow into light, but that was hardly possible with the uniform lights around the room, and she tilted her head a little to the side as she gave a non-verbal greeting to her old Padawan.
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Nov 20, 2009 23:14:40 GMT -5
Post by Miri Mojito on Nov 20, 2009 23:14:40 GMT -5
Mirian smiled at the JedI as he spoke, all the while puzzling as to why one would decline the right to be a master. After all the council did offer that rank when they believed one had earned it and was capable of handling such a position and title. This was however not her business and she did not know the other JedI well enough yet to dare converse with him on such a personal matter. Instead she bowed low ”Thank you…I appreciate your kindness. With that she stood up again and gently walked to a meditation seat sitting across form the other man. She had not time to sit however as another JedI entered the room.
Mirian was caught off guard by the other JedI’s entrance and nearly fell backwards. This was something both her master and other masters had mentioned before, she would often focus too much on the here and now that she would forget to see past what was directly in front of her. She recover from her start quickly however and bowed respectfully to the new JedI, whom she was aware of as being a master. Mirian continued to stand a few moments while the new individual spoke, and found a bit of confusion in her words. ”I’m sorry master JedI, I don’t think I follow. More profitable use?”
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They stab it with their steely knives but they just can't kill the beast.
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Post by Hand Soler on Nov 21, 2009 15:08:22 GMT -5
Irad felt her before she actually showed herself, and stood, bowing deeply. "Master Kiyana, it is good to see you again," he said, before straightening. He smiled softly at the other Jedi's confusion. "There are several other ways in which this time spent in a meditation room could be spent. At least, better ways in Master Kiyana's eyes." He shook his head. "You know what I went through, though, Master Kiyana. This time keeps me from returning down that path."
He turned, and looked over at Mirian, inclining his head. "This is my Master from when I was still a Padawan, Jedi Master Kiyana Zhat'shariff. Master Kiyana, this is..." He paused, his brow furrowed for a moment. "I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name," he said softly.
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Nov 21, 2009 19:21:12 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Nov 21, 2009 19:21:12 GMT -5
She nodded, knowing what he meant and understanding his fear of falling back down to that low point in his life again. She offered a smile, one of reassurance rather than genuine joy, and stepped closer to the pair to bring herself roughly equidistant from each. She chose to answer both statements, or questions, whatever they happened to be, in the same way by simply clarifying herself of her previous statement.
"An atom carries more weight together, compared to the sum of its individual parts. This applies to you too, my old Padawan." She used the title partially nostalgically, but also added an element of light teasing as she continued. "Surround yourself with friends and you shall accomplish far more. As for my previous statement..." She glanced at the other Jedi, acknowledging her previous confusion. "Meditation is a solitary activity, whereas exploring the Force touches of another can be just as relaxing and rewarding. And useful." She added the final point, stepping towards them a little.
What she was referring to was not easy, but she hoped Irad hadn't grown accustomed to an easy life. Jedi needed challenges, and this was one of them. If they succeeded, well, that would wait to be seen. All in all she fully expected them to have some sort of breakthrough, at least between her old student and a Miraluka. She'd done this technique with several Jedi over the years, and it was simply meditating within the presence of another, so that it was not just your consciousness, your peace, your inner world, it was theirs too. It was a merging of minds and thoughts in that imaginary space between the two where so much more could be achieved. Relaxation in the comfort of others. Whether Irad was one who wanted to engage in this sort of activity, she didn't know, but she hoped he was trusting enough to at least give it a try, if only for the times she had looked out for him.
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Post by Miri Mojito on Nov 22, 2009 17:09:14 GMT -5
Mirian listened intently to the words of the master Jedi speaking. It was true what she said about the weight of an atom carrying more weight together. And she did now understand that perhaps meditation would not be the best option given the now less solitary situation she was in. Exploring how the force touches another, this was something Mirian had little experience with, aside from her previous failed mission she had never allowed herself to feel others in such away, fearing the tragedy of loss. And there in itself was a problem that she would dneed to over come, fear. Instantly Mirians mind began to buzz with older thoughts. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, and hate leads to... Her master had taught her along time ago that it wasent so black and white, that fear led to other things beside the darkside.
Suddenly Mirian snapped back to focus and realised that her companion had now attempted to introduce her to his old master, but had in turn not known who she was to begin with. A small blush began to show on Mirians cheeks as she bowed again. "Forgive me... I am Mirian Fel, Jedi Guardian" For somereason she felt it proper to not only introduce herself, but also mention her current title. She stood up again, still a bit flushed. It seemed that she often spent so much time alone that she had forgotten the proper ways of greeting others. Mirian made a mental note to not let it happen again.
It took another second before Mirian spoke up again. "How might one go about learning about others in this manor without risk of losing what they gain? In her mind it was a valid question, and one that openly showed her fear of loss. Hopefully the other Jedi might understand what she meant and be able to help her better understand and maybe conquer this fear.
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Post by Hand Soler on Nov 22, 2009 18:28:52 GMT -5
Irad listened intently to what Kiyana had to say, and then winced slightly at the mention of an old trick the two of them used to pull when they were getting into battle. It had always been disconcerting to hear someone else's thoughts in the midst of battle, but the meld had made them nigh untouchable. The meditation part hadn't been too bad, but the presence of another's mentality during combat had been disconcerting at best, and downright distracting at worst.
He smiled. "You need not worry about having offended me, Knight Fel," he said. "I am Knight Irad Demiar, Jedi Guardian as well, like yourself." He sighed, shaking his head. "Master, I'm afraid I'm a bit out of practice with that. The existence of a Fallen One doesn't often lend itself easily to group meditation," he said softly. "So I fell out of the habit of meditating with others," he said. "Though I must admit, I've missed it." He grinned. "It made things much more humorous once they realized that I could still hear their thoughts for a few moments afterward, and hear what they thought about me as if they had said it."
He chuckled softly, and then nodded. "But I'm willing to give it a try, provided there are others that are willing. The sense that there are most definitely others that connect to the living Force at the same time as you provided me much reassurance, as you will remember, Master Kiyana, when I was still a Padawan."
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Nov 22, 2009 20:44:52 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Nov 22, 2009 20:44:52 GMT -5
She smiled, resisting the curious urge to pat the pair of them patronisingly on the head. They were both so young, almost cute. With a gracious smile, she addressed herself first to the Miraluka who offered a very good question about the exchange in such a state of meditation.
"This is not like some sort of simple give-and-take, as most things may tend to be." She offered the tone gently, not wanting to sound chiding, but instead, wanting it to be that of a teacher informing her student of of the truth. "The brain may be physical and limited, but the mind certainly is not. When the connection is firm and engaged, you will find that each of you permits greater feats to be achieved than usual." She thought for a moment, and then offered a slightly abstract piece of knowledge to try and apply her point. "Friends engaged in a tug of war will pull harder in a group than on their own." She nodded, ending her explanation with the incline of her head, and now turned to Irad's statements.
She knew what he was speaking of, and she smiled at his words. He was strong in the Force, and being able to detect the thoughts for several minutes afterwards had always been just one of the ways this expressed itself. When she had found out this, she had considered informing him of keeping it a secret, but on reflection that would have been bad for her Padawan. He needed the learning curve at the time, and self-directed learning was often the best way of pursuing the personal development of oneself. "I'm sure there will be others that are willing, so you should not concern yourself too much with the minor details of such things. Part of being a Jedi is about experimenting to find out what works best for you." She flashed her eyes a little, knowing that of many Jedi she knew, he had certainly been among the contenders for knowing the most about 'experimenting'. She was just glad that his experimenting hadn't gone as far as to lead to a fatal addiction. A thing she was very glad for indeed.
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Post by Miri Mojito on Nov 24, 2009 18:43:48 GMT -5
Mirian listened now as the other spoke. Group meditation, or meditation in general had never been something she was ever skilled at. For her clarity, and calm came from battle, from feeling the force in guided movements. To feel the force through another, as blades crossed, as bodies pulled in tight to each other... it was how she found her center and anwsered her deepest questions. While sitting in solitude she was able to find nothing but questions, and in the pressence of others... well she had never tried with others before.
With a small breath she sat down on the cushion she had been standing next to, so that she was facing both the jedi in the room. The cushion she was on was supprisingly soft but still provided the needed support to keep her upright. " i would be willing to try... I warn you though im afraid i have difficulty finding a center while i meditate." She now had a slight concern the Jedi Irad had mentioned a a falling out with the order, or at least thats what she had assumed to be his meaning. That and his mention of knowing the thoughts of others several moments later.Immediatly Mirians mind raced with thoughts that she thought should be kept private. Her previous sexual encounters with other female Jedi, as well as the passion she felt in her recent duel.
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Post by Hand Soler on Nov 26, 2009 2:37:18 GMT -5
Irad smiled softly. He got a wistful expression on his face, like one who is remembering memories long ago forgotten. "If I remember, Master Kiyana, I was much the same way as Knight Fel here, when I was younger," he said. "One of the things I always heard, even as a Youngling, was that no matter how difficult or strenuous finding your center is, you must NEVER fail to do so. For if a Jedi cannot find his or her center, it can be a very short trip down the path to the Dark Side."
Here, his eyes clouded over, and his face took on a pained expression. Kiyana, who had heard the full story of what had happened to him, would know why. But Mirian would not, unless she was paying attention. "I know all too well, just how easy and slick that slope is. All too well, as no Jedi ever should." He shook his head, and his face cleared, though there was still a small hint of pain behind his eyes when he looked at Mirian.
"Do not make the same mistake I did, of thinking that just because it is difficult, that it means it is impossible. You are a Jedi, Knight Fel. And as such, you are capable of much more than any normal being would be. We Jedi make a habit out of doing the impossible."
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Nov 27, 2009 17:39:42 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Nov 27, 2009 17:39:42 GMT -5
"I wouldn't expect you to find your center immediately, Mirian, as that would be rather harsh." She used the other woman's first name, preferring to ignore the titles for fear of appearing too formal. Formal was good, but not in an environment designed to spur growth and provide a safe place to exhibit one's thoughts and desires as far as Force and personal progression would go. Irad would refer to her as his master, and she would likewise sometimes acknowledge him as her padawan and apprentice, but that was something they had formed over time. That was something between them. "Finding your centre without it changing means you haven't changed. Finding your center without effort means you're easy to read. A Jedi needs to be neither."
She nodded her head with a pleasant smile towards the Miraluka. "Once you find it, you'll be able to maintain it and follow its movement through yourself as you yourself change." With a glance to Irad, the acknowledged his point now, and wholeheartedly agreed. "You speak the truth, Irad. Finding your center will offer you the stable platform against the currents of the Force... currents that will drag a Jedi into the depths if he is not prepared." Her gaze lingered on him, comparing him to the unsettled man she once knew before his return to their side - his return to the path of light and away from the decay iof the dark side. "There is no impossible, there is the Force, and the Force has no limits." She exhaled slowly and purposefully to relax her body, and set herself into a centering exercise of her own. This would be a beneficial session for all.
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Post by Miri Mojito on Nov 29, 2009 21:28:43 GMT -5
Mirian smiled at Irad's Encouraging words. And in them there was much truth and wisdom. It was something that she should always try to keep in her thoughts, Just because its hard does not make it impossible. As she sat there she began to clear her mind of her own thoughts, as if by taking them one by one and putting them away. As she did so the other Jedi's words came to her. It would certainly have been harsh to not be able to find ones center, and with that she knew that she had found it before, with a little time and effort. As if on cue her mind seemed to drift away leaving her in an almost empty void. Again now she heard the masters voice. This time saying that once she found her center it would be easier to find next time. And This was also true, like any skill the more she practiced the easier it would be.
A moment later and She had reached a point of complete emptyness, Her thoughts had left her, and she could have been alone for all intensive purposes. She was however aware of her companions now. In a way she hadent been prior. They existed as pulsing breathing entities in the force. She could feel it flowing through them likje a current, and could even feel how the current drifted in and out of herself to. She was however not at her point of center, instead she was at a point of hieghtened awareness.
((OOC.. srry.. i had posted 2 days ago..but i might have hit back as a pose to post.. thus allowing me to think i posted when really i didnt.))
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Post by Hand Soler on Dec 4, 2009 2:20:45 GMT -5
Irad took a few deep breaths, his eyes closed as he did so. He settled back into the seat he had vacated when Kiyana had entered the room, crossing his legs as he did so. He relaxed completely, his hands clasped in his lap as he sank back into the meditation trance that had helped him so even as a young Padawan. This time, there was a stronger connection to the Force, a sensation he had gotten used to as Kiyana's student, and then forgotten during his time as a Fallen Jedi.
He knew well what this sensation was. It was the sensation of tapping into a connection another Jedi had forged with the Force. It was a warming, soothing sensation, one that he had, as he'd said, missed sorely while wandering the galaxy.
Externally, his body relaxed even further, sinking into the chair as his hands unfolded and slipped down to rest beside his knees, his breathing slowing greatly, until there was nearly no breathing at all. Anyone sensitive to life signs would realize that Irad had nearly none at all, as he had put himself into a deeper trance than normal, nearly to the point of suspension.
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Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Dec 11, 2009 10:38:01 GMT -5
The group seemed to relax, and Kiyana joined them by sitting down into a seat with them and relaxing into the soft cushioning. She breathed, focusing on it, and drawing herself into an incredibly relaxed state with the other two. It was certainly a positive thing to experience every so often, being around other Jedi who were intending to just join with each other in interpreting and exploring the Force, in a safe place with no distractions other than one another. Her eyes fluttered shut, glimpsing both the Miraluka and her old padawan once more before delving into the darkness that lacked vision. Here, in the shrouding blackness, she could sense and feel more, and she could understand infinitely more things, or so it seemed. She could not comprehend everything, but then she wasn't trying to.
Here she could feel herself being opened up to the Force, like a child experiencing their first fireworks display. It never got tiring experiencing the world wash over her, and it was a unique experience every time. A great feeling as aeons of knowledge would crash against her like water against rock, and sometimes she'd soak in some of the frothy waves and harbour it selfishly. Knowledge is power, and by this logic the Force was their God - their omnipotent source of strength that led her every movement and intention in her quest for balance. That was why she was a Jedi, and she assumed that was why the other two were here too, even if they had their own individual ideals to pursue. Her attention drifted from the Force itself to the pair exploring it with her.
First, she drew her attention to the Miraluka, and with a smile and slight twist of her head, brought herself around to look at the woman. Although she could not see her, she doubted Mirian had the same issue with her Force Sight ability. However, even though she couldn't see didn't mean she didn't sense the Miraluka to her side. Didn't feel the Force pulsing off the powerful Jedi, and didn't notice her own presence within the Force. Like a feeling of knowing someone else is within a room with you, except magnifying that room a millionfold. With a slow exhale, Kiyana began manipulating the Force around them, drawing the currents into soft flowing streams that crossed between and through each of them in a chain that linked them, that bound them to one another.
With her own presence set up to be interpreted by the Miraluka, she now turned to the other direction in Irad's direction. She could sense him too, and it was of course in the same way she felt the Force pulsing from the other woman, but with her old padawan there was an extra sense involved. A personal sense that let her know that he was nearby - both physically and in the Force. He was strong, in fact all three of them were, she wasn't going to deny it. Like lighthouses that shone as beacons through the endless storms that surrounded them. Her link with him was almost always present, or at least it had the potential to be revitalised. She knew this, and the chains of the Force joined them together also. She breathed in once more, lowering her head and falling deeper into the embrace of her untouchable strength.
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