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Post by Coeur Ismeth on Jun 11, 2009 14:58:27 GMT 1
... Syll'kann was wise not to follow Derek.
Another person has just entered the Archives and stops short, as she notices Derek.
Coeur Ismeth's eyes narrows slightly. "... - What - is your business here?" she asks sharply, almost piercing him with her glare.
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Post by Derek Arnau on Jun 11, 2009 18:29:53 GMT 1
Derek looks at the black then cocks an eyebrow "Leaving?" he answers questionly
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Post by Coeur Ismeth on Jun 11, 2009 20:25:24 GMT 1
Coeur doesn't respond. Nor does she smile. She just looks at the light saber in Derek's hand. "With that?"
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Post by Derek Arnau on Jun 11, 2009 20:37:59 GMT 1
Derek looks down at his weapon in his hand. "Yes indeed, I am leaving with this lightsaber"
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Post by Coeur Ismeth on Jun 13, 2009 19:38:16 GMT 1
"And who gave that light saber to you?" Coeur asks demandingly, sending him a walleyed glare.
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Post by Derek Arnau on Jun 13, 2009 19:40:09 GMT 1
"Master Syll'Kann did" He answers defyingly.
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Post by Coeur Ismeth on Jun 13, 2009 19:43:03 GMT 1
Coeur looks at him for several minutes, as if she is trying to enter his mind and find out, if he speaks the truth or not. "And what is your kind doing here?? I didn't think that the Order would accept any Fallen into their ranks!"
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Post by Derek Arnau on Jun 13, 2009 19:47:44 GMT 1
Dereks golden eyes looks into Coeurs, before he sighs deeply. "Holy sweet.... My kind?" he growls kind of angry. "I'm helping out"
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Post by Coeur Ismeth on Jun 13, 2009 19:56:08 GMT 1
"Oh, you are helping out?" Coeur raises her eye brows. "With what??? Cleaning the toilets?? Washing the Robes?? Looking after younglings??"
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Post by Derek Arnau on Jun 13, 2009 19:58:04 GMT 1
Derek takes a angry step forward. "I'm going to to Jandoon, Master Chapaa'ai sent for me!"
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Post by Coeur Ismeth on Jun 13, 2009 20:12:04 GMT 1
"You??!" Coeur laughs shortly. "And you expect me to believe that Master Chapaa'ai would sent such a little whelp into the hands of the Fallen??"
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Post by Derek Arnau on Jun 13, 2009 20:17:38 GMT 1
Derek straigtens up. "Indeed he would old woman"
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Post by Coeur Ismeth on Jun 13, 2009 20:21:26 GMT 1
Coeur's amber eyes flashes once. Then she strikes at his face, her hand suddenly holding one of her light saber hilts. "Watch your tongue, whelp, or you lose it!"
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Post by Derek Arnau on Jun 13, 2009 20:23:31 GMT 1
Derek slowly lift his head looking at the Zabrak. "You shouldn't be here either"
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Post by Coeur Ismeth on Jun 13, 2009 20:39:41 GMT 1
Coeur's eyes narrow. "What did you say... whelp?" She takes one step closer towards him, looking down at him. Her hand slowly places her light saber back in its place.
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Post by Derek Arnau on Jun 13, 2009 20:43:50 GMT 1
"You heard me. You shouldn't be here!" He closes his fits.
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Post by Coeur Ismeth on Jun 13, 2009 20:48:15 GMT 1
"And why is that, you suppose???" Coeur hisses, clenching her fists as well. The Jedi Master is known to be hot tempered. All too well.
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Post by Derek Arnau on Jun 13, 2009 20:52:22 GMT 1
"You can't control you temper" He growls at her almost daringly
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Post by Coeur Ismeth on Jun 13, 2009 20:55:28 GMT 1
"Don't push me, boy." Coeur sends him a dark glare. Her right hand twitches, as if she wants to close it around Derek's neck. "You don't know temper, until you see it."
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Post by Derek Arnau on Jun 13, 2009 20:56:55 GMT 1
"I haven't even touched you" he stares right back into her eyes. "I'm not affraid of you"
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Post by Coeur Ismeth on Jun 13, 2009 21:05:50 GMT 1
"That's something new." Coeur cocks an eyebrow and smiles viciously. "You should be. I don't like your kind, boy."
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Post by Derek Arnau on Jun 13, 2009 21:06:48 GMT 1
"And I don't like yours..." He growls and pushes himself past the master.
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Post by Coeur Ismeth on Jun 13, 2009 21:07:54 GMT 1
Coeur's arm strikes out in front of him, hitting him hard in the chest to stop him. "My kind?"
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Post by Derek Arnau on Jun 13, 2009 21:08:50 GMT 1
"Yes, your kind" he places a hand on her arm to push it away and keep on walking.
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Post by Coeur Ismeth on Jun 13, 2009 21:17:37 GMT 1
Coeur's hand places itself at his neck. "And what kind would that be, my dear boy?" She smiles at him. "The Jedi Order? I am a Jedi. Don't you forget that."
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Post by Derek Arnau on Jun 13, 2009 21:19:31 GMT 1
"I chose my life, unlike you" He looks at her defiantly.
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Post by Coeur Ismeth on Jun 13, 2009 21:26:11 GMT 1
Coeur moves her arm in one swift motion - drawing Derek close to her. "And I didn't because I was born into this life?" she hisses at him. "You chose weakness. Nothing more, boy."
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Post by Derek Arnau on Jun 13, 2009 21:29:24 GMT 1
"I chose you live my life, I chose to sway away to be be and not to be put in a box, bounded by the rules of the order, if any one's weak, it's you, old woman" He turns to face her.
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Post by Coeur Ismeth on Jun 13, 2009 21:31:49 GMT 1
"Oh, is that what you think, whelp?" Coeur's hand closes itself tighter around his neck. "And what is the purpose of your 'life in freedom' then??"
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Post by Derek Arnau on Jun 13, 2009 21:35:27 GMT 1
"Yeah... that's what I think!" he growls, not takling any notice on Coeurs hand around his neck. "I'm helping orthers in my own way"
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