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Post by Sarré Jupal on Jun 14, 2009 18:26:09 GMT 1
Sarré sits down on a bench in the gardens and takes a curious look around. The gardens seems to be empty with no movement, apart from the fountain nearby.
She takes a deep breath. She can smell Wookie fur. Master Chapaa'ai perhaps. But she can't see him anywhere.
She remains on the bench, resting her injured foot for a while, but she plans to walk on to the Temple's hangar.
She has been here before - many times - with her Master.
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Post by Shep Azoras on Jun 14, 2009 22:28:09 GMT 1
Shep walks along slowly in the Tempel gardens. He is starting to look for some place to sit down and rest his leg, when he notices Sarré sitting on a bench and decides to head that way.
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Post by Sarré Jupal on Jun 14, 2009 22:35:32 GMT 1
Sarré seems to be lost in her own thoughts, and she doesn't notice the other Padawan, before he is close by.
The girl startles, and a hint of her old, permanent fear shows in her eyes, before she moves quickly away from the newcomer...
... and falls of the bench.
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Post by Shep Azoras on Jun 14, 2009 22:39:03 GMT 1
Shep cannot help but smile at the girl falling down from the bench. Though he also catches the fear in her eyes.
"May I join you?" He asks calmly.
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Post by Bricyl Tual on Jun 14, 2009 22:40:22 GMT 1
Master Bricyl sit among the greenery and is almost invisible from the paths. She like to come here to meditate as she find it a relaxing place.
Her ears pick up some noise, but yet she stays still.
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Post by Sarré Jupal on Jun 14, 2009 22:42:05 GMT 1
Sarré remains lying on the ground, as if she's dead. Though her short breathing indicates that she is not.
Slowly, very slowly she pushes herself to her knees, half hiding behind the bench and looks nervously up at him.
"... join me?" she asks hesitantly with a strained, thin voice.
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Post by Shep Azoras on Jun 14, 2009 22:50:54 GMT 1
"Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you." Shep says slowly. "I was just looking for a place to sit down and rest a bit."
He stays still, not wanting to spook the other Padawan any more than she already is.
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Post by Bricyl Tual on Jun 14, 2009 23:12:33 GMT 1
Bricyl hear voices drifting her direction and feels a small disturbance. Fear?
She cooks her head in the directions of the voices and listen.
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Post by Sarré Jupal on Jun 14, 2009 23:30:19 GMT 1
Sarré looks past the other Padawan. Looks over the top of his head. Looks at his feet. Then she notices his injury.
"You hit your foot, too?" she asks and stands up, slowly and nervously, and sits down on the bench.
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Post by Shep Azoras on Jun 14, 2009 23:39:06 GMT 1
"No, just the back of my shin, but the whole leg seem to hurt when I walk on it to much." Shep seems to consider the other for a moment. "Mind if I sit down?"
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Post by Bricyl Tual on Jun 14, 2009 23:54:09 GMT 1
Bricyl sense the fear disminishing a little and smiles. She had recognised the fearful padawan now. She remembered her well, from before the 'incident'. She had always thought it a shame that such a fate should happen to her.
The other padawan seems to manage to keep her calm, which is no small feat. Well done, young one
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Post by Sarré Jupal on Jun 14, 2009 23:59:50 GMT 1
Sarré looks quickly at his leg, then back at him. "You do not have tentackles in your cheeks, do you?" she then asks and moves a bit, so he can sit down.
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Post by Shep Azoras on Jun 15, 2009 0:06:52 GMT 1
"No." He says. "And I don't think there would be room for a set even if I wanted to have them." He sends her a smile, before sitting down next to her on the bench.
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Post by Bricyl Tual on Jun 15, 2009 0:36:25 GMT 1
A little smile cross Bricyl's face as she hears the padawan's comment.
It is nice to hear Sarré speaking to someone else than master Chapaa'ai.
Bricyl holds a hope in her heart that Sarré may yet recover at least somewhat.
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Post by Sarré Jupal on Jun 15, 2009 11:06:31 GMT 1
Sarré blinks once or twice. "You.... a set of tentackles.... room?"
Is he just an illusion like everyone else in the Temple??
Suddenly she slaps her hand hard against the other Padawan's cheek, just as he sits down beside her.
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Post by Shep Azoras on Jun 15, 2009 17:54:48 GMT 1
Shep looks at her in surprise when she slaps him. "Why'd you do that?" He asks. He keeps his voice calm, sensing getting angry probably is not a good idea.
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Post by Bricyl Tual on Jun 15, 2009 18:25:24 GMT 1
He certainly is taking some abuse these days... Stay calm, young one.
Bricyl is watching through the Force. Sarré seems to have a good day, which is fortunate, but she knows that can change all too quickly.
Her steel eyes fixes on a leaf, but her mind is on the two padawans a little way from her.
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Post by Sarré Jupal on Jun 16, 2009 9:23:16 GMT 1
Sarré looks at him in surprise. He doesn't get angry. He is supposed to get angry. Isn't he? He is supposed to yell at her now.
"Checking," she answers. "If you had tentacles."
Still she keeps looking thoughtfully at him, as if she expects him to turn into a monster or something.
"Are you afraid?" she suddenly asks.
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Post by Shep Azoras on Jun 16, 2009 18:44:07 GMT 1
"Afraid?" Shep seems puzzled by the question. He looks around the gardens, enjoying the peaceful life in them. It seems odd to him to talk about being afraid in a place such as this, especially in the middle of the Temple.
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Post by Bricyl Tual on Jun 16, 2009 22:36:56 GMT 1
Slow, almost soundless, breaths is coming from Bricyl. She is at peace and can feel all the teeming life around her. Including the padawans, who makes little ripples in the Force.
She came here to meditate and for now young Shep seems to be able to handle the situation well.
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Post by Sarré Jupal on Jun 18, 2009 10:19:40 GMT 1
Sarré nods slowly. "Afraid of.... you know...." She waves her hands a bit, as if trying to remember the words. But she can't. They're gone. Like so much in her life, they're gone.
She bows her head, looking at her hands.
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Post by Shep Azoras on Jun 18, 2009 16:40:55 GMT 1
"You shouldn't be afraid." Shep says thoughtfully. "You're to nice to go around being afraid." Maybe that is the kid in him that the teenager has not fully gotten control of yet.
"And this it the Temple not bad will happen to you here." He goes on. "I'm pretty sure this is one of the safest places in the galaxy, in my experiences anyway.."
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Post by Bricyl Tual on Jun 22, 2009 23:19:14 GMT 1
Bricyl smiles. Yes, this is a safe haven. You seem to have listened to your master's lessons. Bricyl is glad for her old friend that he have a padawan, who knows some diplomacy.
She let herself open more fully to her Force, relinquish control to it and let it fill her.
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Post by Sarré Jupal on Jun 30, 2009 17:44:04 GMT 1
Sarré blinks a couple of times, obviously confused. She does not know this strange boy. But he says that the Temple is safe. Is it? Really?
"... Nice?" she frowns.
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Post by Shep Azoras on Jul 17, 2009 11:56:25 GMT 1
"Yeah, you seem nice." Shep smiles at her, "You let me sit on your bench. I don't think you would have done that if you weren't nice."
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Post by Bricyl Tual on Jul 23, 2009 16:57:14 GMT 1
Bricyl is not truly listening to the conversation anymore. She simply feels how it goes through the Force.
So much life...
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Post by Sarré Jupal on Jul 30, 2009 18:35:47 GMT 1
Sarré smiles hesitantly back. She can't trust him. Perhaps he is with Him. Or is he? He seems nice. But HE had seemed nice too, hadn't he?? Though he has no fur.... or....
She reaches out towards Shep in an attempt to stroke her fingers through his short hair.
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Post by Shep Azoras on Aug 1, 2009 17:11:57 GMT 1
Shep goes completely still at her action. WHAT?? He is shocked enough by her action that Kiineq can probably feel his Padawans suprise through their bond. It takes Shep a moment to get himself under control and stop broadcasting his feeling to his Master.
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Post by Sarré Jupal on Aug 1, 2009 17:16:03 GMT 1
Sarré leans closer and looks with a sparkling curiousity at him. "Is your hair made of fur?" she asks, withdrawing her hand.
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Post by Shep Azoras on Aug 1, 2009 17:19:13 GMT 1
"Fur?" Shep sounds even more surprised. "Why should it be made of fur?" He asks.
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