Jerek
Scourge of the Galaxy "Pink Ruffle"
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Knight
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Feb 3, 2009 18:11:33 GMT -5
Post by Jerek on Feb 3, 2009 18:11:33 GMT -5
Jerek looked at the girl, then to the older male. Hello. He bowed, his braid slipping and batting at his cheek. He brushed it aside. He crossed his hands in front of his waist, trying to listen to what the main speaker was saying. He flicked his eyes to the girl. I'm Jerek. He looked over at where Lon had taken refuge. He was smiling at his Padawan. Jerek returned a small smirk, then turned back. He was rather tall for a fifteen-year-old boy. His dark brown cloak fell to his ankles. His dark eyes flicked around the group, taking in the chatter, all the different height variants, and the different ranking Jedi.
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Prodigal
Good.. Bad... Doesn't matter, I'm the one with the Lightsaber
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last online Feb 25, 2010 19:57:03 GMT -5
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Feb 26, 2009 19:42:03 GMT -5
Post by Prodigal on Feb 26, 2009 19:42:03 GMT -5
Having arrived upon Dantooine with his Master six days prior in order to take advantage of the linguistic experts there, he had to wonder; why had Master Korl decided to travel to this particular conclave for him to learn Huttese, weren't the databanks and tutors on Coruscant more talented ? When he had asked about this he had been given the eye... Master Korl had this way of giving you a certain look that seemed to embarrass you and encourage you to do better at the same time and infact, when a younger Aeron and the others had attended Master Korl's classes as younglings, they had affectionately dubbed it the eye until someone caught wind of it and put an end to the good natured ribbing.
Still having the good grace to go red in the face with embarrassment, Aeron glanced down at the data-pad once more as he stumbled over the set phrases "Hi chuba da naga?" As the words traveled over his tripping tongue, he looked relieved as Master Korl and his tutor congratulated him on using the proper inflection; the last time he had attempted the language, he managed to utter a dire insult rather then a simple compliment. Placing down the data-pad as he rubbed his temples to stave off the impending headache, his eyes seemed to wander the entirety of the Enclave as a wave of boredom and irritation threatened to rear its ugly head.
Despite the whole "You're a padawan learner Aeron, you have to learn how to keep such urges in check." speech he had already been given by Master Korl, lets face facts; a strapping young man with a healthy libido isn't going to listen to such things even if it came from a father figure, infact if it weren't for nearly everyone else in the Enclave belonging to the Order.. He would have tried to hit on every female here.
Sighing in frustration as he placed the finishing touches on his assignment {who needs to learn Huttese anyway?} he waited patiently as Master Korl finally allowed him to leave for his daily workout to blow off... Steam. Almost cheering at the prospect, he bowed both to his master and his tutor before making a beeline for the sparring hall..
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