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Post by Bricyl Tual on Feb 11, 2009 19:18:21 GMT 1
Bricyl walks slowly through the temple, thinking about what she knows of Sinnda. Which Bricyl admits to herself isn't that much. Master Rina she knows better, but not they were not close. Both of them, like so many other jedi, where often on mission so it was most in passing they spoke.
Bricyl looks forward to meeting her padawan and see if it will be possible them to become master and apprentice. After all it is not always the Force wills a master-apprentice relationship.
Bricyl has already checked where Sinnda lives and is heading there now, hoping to find the padawan. If not, then she will continue searching.
Coming up to the door she knocks gently.
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Post by Sinn'da on Feb 11, 2009 19:51:31 GMT 1
The room is quiet and dark. Only a small working lamp at the desk gives light to the padawan's room.
Sinn'da is sitting on the floor, her legs folded beneath her, and her eyes closed. In her lap her blue fingers are holding the dead hilt of her saber.
Concentrating on nothing is hard. Harder than concentrating on....well, something.
Empty your thoughts. Let the Force fill you up. Open your mind beyond this insignificant shell that is your body.
Well, this isn't working. Memorizing her dead Master's words does not help her to NOT think of her... Oh hell...
Nothing.
Think of nothing.
Not Master Rina.
Not the future.
Not who her new Master will be.
Wonder if Tianara had found out anything about that? She mentioned she could ask Master Kian about-...
Think of nothing! Damn it!
Then she registers a knock. On the door. Great...
She sighs and opens her eyes, getting up to open the door.
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Post by Bricyl Tual on Feb 11, 2009 20:51:36 GMT 1
Bricyl waits patiently outside. She feels a present inside the room and quitely examines it. It doesn't feel balancened the way a jedi's present usually does. She doesn't try to intrude on Sinn'da's mind, just getting a feel for her.
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Post by Sinn'da on Feb 12, 2009 10:09:55 GMT 1
The door opens, revealing to Sinn'da the horned jedi Master outside. She has seen her before. But she is not sure exactly where. In a training session? Perhaps. Anyway, she can't recall her name.
"Hi.." She bows her head for a short moment in a respectful greeting (though, perhaps, it is a bit half-heartedly).
"Can I help you?"
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Post by Bricyl Tual on Mar 2, 2009 0:15:00 GMT 1
"May I enter?" Bricyl smiles kindly.
She has always respected other peoples privaty and will await Sinn'da's permission. She wants to start this off right.
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Post by Sinn'da on Mar 21, 2009 19:12:57 GMT 1
Sinn'da absent-mindedly strokes one of her lekku, looking at the Jedi Master.
"Yes... Of course, Master..." She takes a step back, only just remembering to touch the switch for the room's main light, before moving away from the door to let the Master enter.
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Post by Bricyl Tual on Mar 21, 2009 22:37:31 GMT 1
Bricyl smiles.
"Thank you, Sinn'da." She walks into the room and let her eyes look around as she do so.
Then she turns around to face Sinn'da. "If you do not know me, I am Bricyl Tual."
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Post by Sinn'da on Mar 22, 2009 15:20:43 GMT 1
Sinn'da's room is small, as are all the padawans'. A bed with a pillow and blanket is placed behind the door, and at the other end of the room is a working table, currently filled with stuff like datapads, repairing tools, a few spare parts that could be meant for a lightsaber, a little box with colourful pebbles, some balls the size of a fist, used for practising and a lot of other things. Over a chair, a dark robe and a lighter tunic is thrown carelessly, and Sinn'da's boots lie on the floor where she took them off.
Messy, all in all, but the young twi'lek haven't had the energy for cleaning up lately.
Sinn'da nods once.
"Nice to meet you, Master Tual,"
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Post by Bricyl Tual on Mar 24, 2009 18:03:28 GMT 1
Bricyl sits down in the chair, not minding the robes over it's back. She folds her hands infront of her and looks at Sinn'da with clear eyes.
"How are you holding up, Sinn'da? I know it is not easy to lose your master," she says gently.
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Post by Sinn'da on Apr 21, 2009 23:11:23 GMT 1
Sinn'da inhales slowly, running a hand over one of her lekku.
That again? Why can't they just let it drop? The last days has been about nothing but the fact that Master Rina is dead. It's bad enough she lost her Master, but she is beginning to feel like salt is rubbed into open wounds.
"I'm fine. Thanks. I'll manage,"
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Post by Bricyl Tual on Jun 13, 2009 15:22:17 GMT 1
Bricyl smiles mildly. "I'm glad to hear that. Have you thought about having a new master?"
Bricyl keeps looking at Sinn'da with keen eyes waiting to see how truthfully the padawan will answer.
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Post by Sinn'da on Jun 20, 2009 11:01:44 GMT 1
Sinn'da freezes in mid-motion, her hand on her lek, as if she forgets that it is there at all.
Then she lets her arm fall down her side.
"I...guess I have to find another one," She is silent for a moment, licking her upper lip.
"I mean.. I'm still a padawan. I have to,"
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Post by Bricyl Tual on Jun 22, 2009 23:12:54 GMT 1
Bricyl nods.
"Yes, but do you feel ready for a new master yet? Sometimes a padawan needs a little time, other times it brings more peace to find a master quickly."
Bricyls steel eyes are friendly as they look at Sinn'da.
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Post by Sinn'da on Jun 29, 2009 18:18:03 GMT 1
Sinn'da doesn't really know what to say to that. And she is not sure, what to think of Master Tual.
"I...do not know. -Master. I guess I am still a bit..shaken by what happened."
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Post by Bricyl Tual on Jul 9, 2009 11:17:09 GMT 1
Bricyl nods. "Understandable. It is not easy to lose your master, Sinn'da. But when you do feel ready for a new master, I'm willing to be your master."
She smiles mildly. "And if you need to talk you are welcome at any time."
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Post by Sinn'da on Jul 9, 2009 12:29:43 GMT 1
"You... will be my new Master?" Sinn'da looks at Master Tual as if seeing her for the first time. She doesn't look at all like Master Rina. She doesn't feel at all like her.
Not that it matters. Of course. No one feels alike through the Force.
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Post by Bricyl Tual on Jul 9, 2009 12:33:11 GMT 1
Bricyl smiles at her. "Yes. If you are willing to have me as your new master. I will not force the choice upon you."
She can see that Sinn'da is still wavering. She knows that she is very different from master Rina, which can both turn out to be a good thing or a bad thing. Bricyl doesn't know yet, but she trust the Force to set things right.
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Post by Sinn'da on Jul 18, 2009 14:35:24 GMT 1
"I..." Sinn'da licks her upper lip, which is suddenly dry as the dunes of Tatooine.
"...would like to think about it, Master."
"I'm afraid that I am still too... I can't make such a decision right now..."
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Post by Bricyl Tual on Jul 23, 2009 16:39:38 GMT 1
Bricyl nods at her reply. She thinks before making a decision. Good
"Then think about it, Sinn'da," Bricyl says and stand. "You can always come by if you want to talk to me about anything."
She smiles gently and walks to the door.
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Post by Sinn'da on Aug 9, 2009 15:42:02 GMT 1
Sinn'da nods, slowly. She watches Master Tual walk towards the door, suddenly fighting an urge to push her out and slam the door after her. She bites her lower lip.
"... Thank you. Master Tual. ..."
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Post by Bricyl Tual on Sept 22, 2009 20:32:53 GMT 1
"You are welcome, Sinn'da," she answer before closing the door behind her.
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