Post by Kuhblam on Jan 10, 2013 13:41:28 GMT -5
Underneath the lumbering colossus of an ancient Sage Master at the far end of the main entrance bridge leading into the Jedi Temple, a lone figure stood leaning against its base with his eyes fixated on the structure across the length of the bridge.
In one gloved hand, the other tucked underneath that same arm, he played with a ball of vibrant blue electricity, the only source of light illuminating his position in the shadows created by the statue. The bridge was bustling with activity, but oddly enough he went unnoticed for all the Jedi in the vicinity. Perhaps the presence of so many force-sensitives in the area masked him from the average monastic warrior on hand. They weren't looking for him, and as far as he was concerned they had no need to look for him. He was just a passerby, observing, and the temple bridge was open to anyone up to the entrance to the Processional Way which he was very far off from. If someone did find him... well, they wouldn't be able to keep up when he took off through the concrete jungle around the Temple.
He wrapped the ball of electricity in a tight telekinetic weave and tossed it up and down, using the Force as a means to keep the unique little object coherent. Little sparks leaked out from the sides as the weave was inconsistent, but it held together. It was a neat little trick Allen had taught him to see that not all Dark Side powers were inherently malevolent, just that they were inherently abused by the men they were associated with.
Why had he come back for a visit?
Well, he was curious. He hadn't been here in quite awhile; in fact, he wasn't supposed to be here right now as he had a new group to pledge his allegiance to in the form of Spearpoint. But there had been a break between missions and he and Terren had a ship with which to travel. There wasn't anything different about the Temple, per se; rather, the spires still looked exactly the same and the robes were just as brown and the smell was just as lightsy-sided as he had left it.
Nope, this was just a visit. He wasn't going to enter the Temple; he just wanted to see it. And far as he was concerned, there was nothing illegal with looking around for a little bit.
In one gloved hand, the other tucked underneath that same arm, he played with a ball of vibrant blue electricity, the only source of light illuminating his position in the shadows created by the statue. The bridge was bustling with activity, but oddly enough he went unnoticed for all the Jedi in the vicinity. Perhaps the presence of so many force-sensitives in the area masked him from the average monastic warrior on hand. They weren't looking for him, and as far as he was concerned they had no need to look for him. He was just a passerby, observing, and the temple bridge was open to anyone up to the entrance to the Processional Way which he was very far off from. If someone did find him... well, they wouldn't be able to keep up when he took off through the concrete jungle around the Temple.
He wrapped the ball of electricity in a tight telekinetic weave and tossed it up and down, using the Force as a means to keep the unique little object coherent. Little sparks leaked out from the sides as the weave was inconsistent, but it held together. It was a neat little trick Allen had taught him to see that not all Dark Side powers were inherently malevolent, just that they were inherently abused by the men they were associated with.
Why had he come back for a visit?
Well, he was curious. He hadn't been here in quite awhile; in fact, he wasn't supposed to be here right now as he had a new group to pledge his allegiance to in the form of Spearpoint. But there had been a break between missions and he and Terren had a ship with which to travel. There wasn't anything different about the Temple, per se; rather, the spires still looked exactly the same and the robes were just as brown and the smell was just as lightsy-sided as he had left it.
Nope, this was just a visit. He wasn't going to enter the Temple; he just wanted to see it. And far as he was concerned, there was nothing illegal with looking around for a little bit.