Gavin Phoenix
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Jun 2, 2014 17:22:10 GMT -8
*Gavin looked at her, his thoughts pondering on her question. Did he want anything? Was there something that lay deep within that he hoped to bargain for? He eyes stayed on her for a minute as he thought on this. But no, there was nothing, nothing that would be considered on such a level.* "There is nothing I want from the Order, other than to find a place I can belong or at least feel as if I'm doing some good. I require nothing else." *He pushed himself off the railing and stood firm, as if preparing for something.* "I know with how I see things I wouldn't be able to consider myself a Jedi, nor be able to train another. That's fine. My training methods are not for the Jedi. But perhaps I can take assignments that the Jedi might show some concern, perhaps with the nature of the mission; too much darkness resting there in one form or another. I am not swayed by the temptations of others or the darkness so I can step into it easier than most without worry. If needed, I can help any who seem to be falling to the Dark-side and help them remain in the light, with permission and supervision, of course."
*Already she was making suggestions as to things he could do. But it would be up to her or the Council to make such decisions. He was here to fight and help the Jedi as they needed, so as any Jedi, he would answer to the Council* "Wherever I would be most needed. To fight and aid the Jedi, I must answer to its leadership. It will be those of the Council to decide my assignments and orders, not mine."
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Ael Jade
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Post by Ael Jade on Jun 4, 2014 12:57:21 GMT -8
Jade shrugged, understanding all too well the desire to fit in and have a home. It had taken her decades of isolation before finally finding a home on Corellia, largely due to the efforts of an old friend named Serrin Roma. She had been surprised at how easy it was to live among the Jedi in one sense, and how hard it was in another.
"In that case, why don't you speak with the Council of Reassignment? They probably have plenty of things you could assist with."
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Gavin Phoenix
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Jun 4, 2014 18:11:53 GMT -8
*Gavin nodded, reaching down to pick up his massive sword and placed it on his back.*
"I will do so. Were can I find them, or how do I gain an audience? It has been quite some time since I've been through such things."
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Ael Jade
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Post by Ael Jade on Jun 8, 2014 12:37:33 GMT -8
"Good question," she replied, then gestured back through the large room behind them towards the exit. "Generally they have someone in the tower, although at the moment I am not one hundred percent sure they are on-planet. Master Nemo was busy the last time I looked in, although that was some days ago."
Of that Council, he was generally the easiest to locate as he had a sort of not-quite-flamboyant-but-you-still-can't-miss-me type of style. However, he could at least be contacted from there.
"Whatever you are truly looking for, I hope you find it," she spoke musingly. Even on their brief acquaintance, he struck her as a troubled soul, not balanced yet...though still seeking.
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Gavin Phoenix
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Jun 10, 2014 15:29:00 GMT -8
*Gavin gave Jade a nod as he reached down and grabbed his pack. This wasn't what he had expected when coming here, but he didn't argue the point. In its own way, things were going well. He just had to find another to help get things started.* "I see. Very well. Thank you."
*He gave her a small bow before looking off into space. His hand moved to the necklace around his neck before turning.* "Have a good day, Master Jade." *Without another word, he jumped from the ledge and was soon out of sight, searching for who Jade spoke of.*
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Ael Jade
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Post by Ael Jade on Jun 10, 2014 15:45:03 GMT -8
Jade had nodded in acknowledgement just as the flicker of intention through the Force informed her of what he was going to do. But as he jumped off the ledge, she shrugged. To each, his own. She leaned on the railing peering out into the depths of Coruscant in the distance, closing her eyes as she looked for Terra. Judging from her experience, they should be nearing the alchemy lab in the underworld.
Looking down she discovered her hands were gripping the railing tight enough for the skin of her knuckles to be white. She hoped she hadn't put her padawan in over her head, but at some point she was going to have to be ready. This was her Trials after all, and she could not always be there. Still, that did not really abate the wave of concern she had felt.
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Jun 25, 2014 14:13:21 GMT -8
*It wasn't long before he made his way into the Room of a Thousand Fountains. His pace was quick as he sought for a clear space. Finding one, he removed his sword and just let it drop to the ground, his pack following soon after. The meeting did not go as he had hoped. Yes, he had expected worse, but still he couldn't push away the irritation he felt. Had it been simply they couldn't work with him for one reason or another, that would have been fine, but instead he was confronted with the question, told to think on what he really wanted to do. The choice was clear, he simply came here because he felt he could aid the Jedi doing so. It was much harder trying to help people in the middle of a war when one was on their own with confirmed knowledge. It wasn't because he had nowhere to go.
Removing his jacket, he tossed it to the ground before taking a seat, closing his eyes and tried focusing himself, clearing the feelings that were building. He may have been of a darker nature, but weren't there Jedi who had used the darkness to aid the light? He knew that perhaps he stood in the darkness much more than most, but at what point was it decided that one who stood in the darkness was wrong or evil? He wanted to help, wanted to do good with the power he had. He knew the Jedi saw things vastly different than he did, but when one wanted to help and offered it freely, he figured people would accept it. Yes, he planned that things would start small, working to prove himself to the Jedi that he could be trusted, but be asked such a question? Erik wanted him to ask himself if he wouldn't consider himself a Jedi, did he belong in the Temple. He knew that the Jedi only worked with such, that only Jedi ever came to this place. Gavin knew he couldn't properly be a Jedi, but offered aid and help. Didn't the Jedi take help when it was offered? Did he belong in the Temple? Gavin wasn't certain of his meaning, but narrowed down to two options. One was to be in the Temple period, or to live in the Temple. The first thought made him dislike the man and begin to feel coming here was a complete waste. He hoped for the latter, but he never said anything about living here. In fact, he hoped merely to gain a new freighter and return to his training. Wherever he was at that point, he'd wait and listen for calls from the order for whatever they needed to be done.
Finding that the thoughts kept coming, he shook his head. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a small, but somewhat large box. Opening it revealed a flute, simple, yet beautiful. A totem of a hawk sat near the mouth piece and teal inlays lay between the holes. Taking a deep breath, he brought the flute to his lips and began to play a simple song, peaceful and pleasing to the ear. He enjoyed playing and in times when he simply couldn't meditate, he played, letting the music sooth his mind and spirit.*
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Gavin Phoenix
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Jun 25, 2014 18:16:36 GMT -8
*Gavin stopped playing and held the flute in his hands. He looked at it, running his hand over the smooth wood. He loved the flute, the sound it gave off, as if it released the peace of the world around him. The song he had played was Less than a Full Moon. It was a song his father had created for his mother, and in turn, she hummed it as a lullaby to him and his siblings. He had forgotten it that day on Tatooine, but was glad to know it had engraved itself on his spirit and his heart. He knew it had been when he was on Naza, meditating, preparing for his attempt at the traditional pearl for Jade. In his meditation, the song came to him and it was Jade who told him what it was. Soon after, he learned to play the flute like his brother, making sure to learn it as well. He gave a soft smile, something that no one ever saw except those truly close, to which no remained.
He brought his right hand up to his chest, grasping the necklace there and removed it from around his neck. He caressed the large emerald as he looked at it fondly. It had belong to his mother. She left it behind on their trip to Tatooine and Jade had found it and wore it. He told her to keep it, saying that it needed to be around the neck of one as beautiful and loving as his mother. So many memories came to the surface of his mind, though he didn't force them away. Soft tears fell from his eyes as remembered, grasping the gem tightly in his hands as if it held those memories and he refused to let them go.*
"I wish that things hadn't ended up this way. My life would have been so much different."
*It was true. Had he stayed on Naza, not dove so far into the Shadow arts, his presence would have remained unnoticed by the demon that took Videl away, in fact he would have been there when his daughters were born. Had he not dove in, him and Raziel wouldn't have ended up in the state they were, leading to Jade and Tierany's abduction. Jade wouldn't have died and Tierany wouldn't have grown so fast. All if he would have left his warrior's life behind.
He remembered the sound of Jade's laugh, the look of her eyes, the radiance of her spirit. In the end, he felt unworthy of her love. But it had felt him with such joy to see her. Seventeen years she had waited, hoping he had lived, hoping he'd return. And he did. He was so different then. A warrior, yes, but he wasn't so hard and cold, so far into darkness. But the past had happened, whether he wanted to accept it or not. If he was truly honest with himself, the only thing he truly wanted was those days back again, though he knew they were far out of reach.
Giving of a sigh, he laid back on the ground, bringing the flute and necklace to his chest to rest over his heart. A heart that silently waded in loss and regret, never shown upon the surface, the heart that secretly desired the life that never was. *
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Gavin Phoenix
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Jul 20, 2014 12:01:15 GMT -8
*Gavin had fallen asleep in the gardens when suddenly a surge ran through him. He couldn't explain the feeling, but he knew something was wrong and the Force was registering it. Only occasionally did he ever feel these feelings, and most of the time when he slept. It was the only time his senses and defenses ever came down. He wanted to ignore it, wanted to just wait here for word from the Jedi, but it was to strong, pulled as his mind far too much. Finding his bag, he placed his flute and necklace inside and hid the bag under a bush. Standing to his feet, he rushed out of the gardens, following the flow.*
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Jul 24, 2014 12:48:17 GMT -8
*Quickly entering the room, Gavin made his way over towards the spot he had been laying earlier. Looking under the bushes, he gathered his bag and left as quickly as he arrived.*
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dyvius
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Post by dyvius on Nov 11, 2014 20:39:55 GMT -8
Sometime in the past... (Private Storyline)
The Jedi Temple had been built and destroyed at least four times. With every iteration, the architecture changed somewhat, the layout was rearranged based on convenience or at the whim of the builders or at the direction of the Jedi Council commissioning the rebuilding. There were some locations within the temple, however, that could never be removed, changed, or enhanced in any way. The Room of a Thousand Fountains was one such location. To Jedi across time and across the galaxy, this single Room, more suitably considered as an auditorium but in truth a greenhouse in effect and perfect meditation facility in practice, was the most famous of all places. Even the expansive Archives paled in comparison to the Room when ranked as important among the Jedi Order.
Jedi Master Keth Agrav found himself here, walking among the misting ponds, cascading waterfalls, and exotic plant life that thrived in the very natural atmosphere. Truly, on the city-planet of Coruscant, an organic getaway like the Room of a Thousand Fountains was unique and special. The Shistavanen breathed in the passing scents of the flowers blooming vibrantly around him. The only sounds filling his keen lupine ears were the quiet rush of water into a pond, and the overture of a breeze rustling through the foliage via a cleverly devised ventilation system. In addition to the physical sights and sound that would calm any sentient being in the galaxy bar a select few, the Force was simultaneously vibrant and completely calming, its current tracing a steady path through Keth's body as he walked.
A good deal had been on the Jedi Master's mind in the past few months. With the Second Great Sith War concluded in its entirety, and the Dark side threat represented by the Sith Empire expelled from the galaxy completely, the Republic had set all its gears in motion to rebuild those planets and star systems ravaged by the war. Peace slowly emerged from the chaos as the average galactic citizen found his or her life returning to a modicum of normality. While not perfect, at least the Republic and all its constituent planetary governments could turn back to domestic issues instead of facing a threat bent on destroying civilization completely. For the Jedi, this meant they were once more converted from warriors and military officers to peace-keepers, scholars, and teachers. They could stop racing to prevent further damage and now be the healers they were meant to be.
Jedi never suffered from attachments, or were supposed to distance themselves from all things worldly in order to best serve the Force and the innocent. For most of Keth's life, this had not been much of an issue in any way. The Light side and the Jedi Code were perfectly suitable to Keth's sensibilities and he had thrived under a lifestyle most civilians and even military personnel would consider stifling. Adhering with enthusiasm to such a lifestyle left Keth physically strong, mentally awake, and morally straight and he had benefited hugely from it. Yet the most ironic twist came from those Keth had met and fought alongside from the Order itself. For much of the war, Keth had been stationed without other Jedi and so getting to know the soldiers and officers was a matter of course but nothing too personal except for the occasional perfunctory bonding that comes with working with a ship's crew or a platoon's legion.
But after the successful but costly defense of Bespin, Keth had been catapulted into the larger theater of war and grew close with two Jedi thrown in with him: the Togrutan Jedi Master Avei Arlah and the human Jedi Knight Zak'Nafein Caranthyr. This did not even take into account the ship captain of the war vessel Keth had spent the near-entirety of his war campaign, one Derrel Stirk who had ended the war as an Admiral and valuable asset to the Republic military. In separate engagements near the closing weeks of the war, Keth had lost first Avei, where the Jedi Master was caught off guard in the naval engagement over Korriban and shot down, dying instantly. Then, in the Fourth Battle of Corellia, Keth watched helplessly from the ramp of an escaping shuttle as Zak held off Sith-affiliated soldiers at the expense of his life to allow the shuttle time to depart. Throughout those weeks, Keth had no time nor energy to spend grieving the lost comrades who were more than just fellow Jedi to him, but close companions. It was afterwards, when the final Outer Rim engagements had been won and the galaxy was breathing a collective sigh of relief, that everything hit Keth hard. His mortality refuses to give way to Jedi training, and Keth had struggled mightily, gaining token support from the other Jedi Masters and Knight of the Order as they came in brief contact with him. Then, everything became even more challenging when Derrel Stirk reportedly took his own life, having struggled with an ever-worsening state of depression brought upon by PTSD and various feelings of guilt. Keth became uncertain of how exactly someone as apparently balanced and straight-forward as the Admiral would be so unstable in reality.
At any rate, Keth Agrav, Jedi Master, was beginning to lose himself inside his own head. It was only thanks to fellow Jedi Master Orian Katal, a human woman hailing from Taris, that he was able to pull himself back from that abyss and regain his composure and faith in the Force and himself. But there were days when the philosophy eluded him even so. Such as today.
It was almost an uncanny coincidence when Keth felt a familiar presence approaching in the Force. He turned around where he stood, and saw the lithe figure of Orian Katale approaching slowly, staring intently at him.
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Post by dyvius on Nov 11, 2014 23:03:04 GMT -8
Sometime in the past... (Private Storyline)
Momentarily surprised, Keth rose out of the confusing tangle that were his thoughts and emotions as the lither Jedi Master Orian Katal approached. For a human, she was taller than the average woman but still shorter than Keth by several centimeters. Dressed in typical billowing Jedi robes of a very light complexion, eschewing totally the tartan browns many Jedi wore and choosing a garment that was a wispy gray by convenience over creamy white tunics. This was a stark difference to Keth, who wore a very dark tunic and a cocoa brown robe that very nearly matched the consistency of his fur that covered him from head-to-toe. Beyond that, Orian's choice of robes offset her nearly-black hair, cropped to curl at chin-height like a curtain.
But all of these physical qualities were commonplace for Orian, Keth, curious and inexplicably chastened was drawn to the odd light in Orian's green eyes. They betrayed a depth of character that was explained by most Jedi who knew her reputation as eccentric. Having first met her personally in the days leading up to the Fourth Battle of Corellia, Keth would have originally agreed with that assessment, but in the months since serving with her on the Jedi Council, Keth learned that Orian held a nuanced outlook on life and the Force, and it was this perspective that had brought him back from a very dark and despairing place.
The Shistavanen nodded and grinned slightly as Orian stepped up to him, raising an eyebrow as if playfully curious instead of covertly critical of the emotional turmoil she had detected in Keth when she had sensed him within the garden.
"Master Agrav, what a pleasant surprise meeting you here."
Keth never quite understood the little verbal game she and he played when they first met at any given time, but he enjoyed it nonetheless and always found the little ironic touch to the conversation to lift his spirits.
"Understandably so, Master Katal. A being of my reputation has no use for quiet locales such as this, after all."
This line was delivered with jest, and Orian smiled cheekily as he said it. There was humor to these two who knew each other so well: public opinion of Keth Agrav was one of a heroic figure, one who, with enough hyperbole, was single-handedly responsible for the defeat of the Sith and the end of the war. Having been operating side-by-side with Keth on that mission, Orian and the rest of the Council knew better, but there was a grain of truth at the bottom of his ever-growing legend. Keth was the Jedi who thwarted the Sith feint at Korriban, defeating Lord Deixar there with enough expediency to allow the Republic time to set up an ambush to stop the Sith's plan to strike fast into the Core. Subsequently, Keth and the other Masters had infiltrated the Sith flagship to eradicate the Sith Lords en masse, hoping to destroy the entire Sith Council. It was by a random chance that Keth had found himself in single combat against the Sith Master Lord himself, the most powerful Dark sider the Jedi of this generation had ever faced. Barely escaping with his life, Keth slew the Sith Master Lord and completed the Jedi infiltration mission's goal. It was for this feat, played up originally as propaganda by the Republic Armed Forces following his recounting of the event to High Admiral Rosina, that much of the galaxy knew Jedi Master Keth Agrav.
But in house, Keth never let the reputation he had get to him. There was no pride to be had in past accomplishment except that he had followed the Jedi Code and stood up for peace and justice and the balance of the Force. The other Masters of the Council were well aware of this, but had no intent to put a stop to Keth's monstrous reputation among not only the civilian populace but the lower ranks of the Jedi Order itself. Much like how Masters Yoda, Windu, and Kenobi were considered living legends of their time by many of their lesser peers, so was Keth to the Jedi now. It was not something Keth allowed to be a burden in any way.
A few more pleasantries were exchanged between the two before Orian's expression become more taciturn. She grabbed Keth's upper arm with a firm but gentle grip and looked up at him, saying.
"I sensed you have something troubling you, Keth. How are you feeling?"
Realizing now that Orian knew him all too well, Keth's good nature at the unexpected meeting dropped back into the roiling confusion inherent in his earlier thoughts. He was not ashamed to reply.
"I'm glad you came along, Orian. I really shouldn't need this help. I'm a Master, and I should be in control..."
The soft-spoken Master interrupted Keth, pressing her own point.
"Nobody emerges whole from war, Keth. It'd be more worrying had you remained completely unaltered by the dangers you faced and the damage you sustained."
The Shistavanen turned quietly reflective for a moment, trying to accept what his close friend said. As if sensing his inner struggle, Master Katal guided him towards a bench situated near a small pond filled with little darting fish.
"Let's talk, Keth. You've come to the perfect place."
And so talk they did.
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Post by dyvius on Nov 14, 2014 21:26:00 GMT -8
Sometime in the past... (Private Storyline)
"I've noticed that the most difficult thing to do after war is to realize that normal life involves peace and quiet; not action, destruction, and noise."
Master Katal opened with this. She was staring off into space as she often did, it attributed to her reputation as an eccentric. Keth, having been close to Orian for some months now, knew this was just her way when talking about important subjects. Sensing that she was not yet finished with her thought, Keth held his tongue.
"And the funniest thing is, we Jedi are trained from the beginning how to wield our blades so as to participate in war; to act and act well..."
She trailed off, but Keth picked up the rhythm of the conversation immediately.
"...in the name of preserving peace. Orian, the most worrisome fact I've come to notice is that we Jedi are most effective as warriors. Few beings rival us across the galaxy, all thanks to the Force."
The graceful Master Jedi turned her head slightly, resting an interested gaze upon her furred companion.
"Interestingly enough, that's the exact nature of the Sith, Keth. The Force is a tool to make someone strong for conquering. But you know this."
Nodding, the Shistavanen fixed his gaze on the middle distance, having picked up the practice from his friend inadvertently.
"The one difference is that the Jedi react, but do not act. They live in the balance so as to maintain balance. It's when the scales tip that we move to correct them."
Orian turned back to her neutral posture, joining Keth's visual scrutiny of nothing.
"Which gives purpose to our sharply-honed combat skills. We fight so as to return the balance as expediently as possible. The faster the better when it comes to maintaining peace."
Logically, the crux of Keth's depressive episodes were next in line. Letting his calm demeanor fight off the immediate sadness, Keth continued.
"And so when Jedi die in service of the Light, it's part of the process. If the price of restoring the balance is such that Jedi lives are lost, so be it. I understand this now. But it makes me wonder: what if there were no Jedi? The civilian military fights for the same purpose, essentially. Yes, they fight for their own interests but those have aligned with the Jedi when it has mattered. When they die without the Force, what's the difference?"
Orian unobtrusively slid her hand over and laid it on Keth's thigh as she spoke. It was a comforting gesture.
"There is only one difference, Keth. We have the Force and the Force has us. Everyone is connected to the Force, but not everyone is capable of using it. We have a responsibility to use the Force as it wills us. Others who do as we do follow in the same example because the Force flows in a way congruent to their beliefs. I do not hesitate to admit, if the Republic leadership suddenly diverged from the path set to us by the Force, the Jedi would be obliged to force them back onto it and protect the innocents in the meantime."
In that, Keth finally, at long last, realized where he had made a mistake: why he had been so hung up on the deaths of his friends, especially Derrel Stirk.
"Somewhere along the way, I seemed to have gotten the idea into my head that the Jedi were specially appointed protectors. We bore the burden and bore it alone. But now I see again: we are gifted to serve even more than the average person, not exclusively from them. And as even Jedi, as strong as we are, fall in the name of protecting the balance, the civilians fall too."
The human Master turned to Keth fully, taking her hand from his leg and facing him more fully.
"Everyone dies eventually, Keth. No matter how strong. It's not gruesome, it's nature."
Keth looked back at her, finding solace in her deep green eyes.
"Thank you, Orian. I won't lose sight of the truth again."
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Post by dyvius on Nov 15, 2014 20:38:08 GMT -8
Sometime in the past... (Private Storyline)
Just as Keth had made his promise, both Masters' comms started to blink with an urgent message signal. They shared a brief look of concern before they turned away, answering simultaneously. For the both of them, the message was the same: There was a situation developing outside the Temple entrance, and any available Masters were requested immediately to the area to help dispel any brewing trouble.
Or at the very least, contain it.
Both Jedi pocketed their comms and leaped up in near unison, looking at each other with determination and purpose once more. An alert like the one they had received had specified intervention by Master Jedi specifically. Whereas there were always Knights available at the Temple who weren't out on missions, they were very deliberately not mentioned to respond. That meant whatever was going on was considered a highly volatile and potentially life-threatening incident reserved for any Master within range. Interestingly enough, what Orian knew that neither Keth nor dispatch seemed to know was that most of the non-Council Masters were currently out on missions to the farthest reaches of the galaxy where the most unstable situations in the post-war era had yet to resolve themselves. Even then, the majority of the Council Masters were also away from the Temple: specifically they were at the Senate Rotunda representing the Jedi side of the debate on future defense and military strategies for future incursions that had been ongoing within the Senate for quite a few weeks now. In fact, there was only one other Council Master present in the temple besides Orian and Keth: Master Crlsst Herssek, a Mrlssi Jedi of the non-flying avian species hailing from the planet Mrlsst.
"I hope Master Herssek is responding as well, whatever we're being summoned for seems extremely serious."
This was Orian, already moving at a jog towards the exit to the Room of a Thousand Fountains, Keth keeping up beside her.
"That's right...all of the other Masters are at the Defense Committee hearing, if I recall."
Keth supplied. It was dawning on him that there would be a low number of Masters responding to the call. But surely that would still be more Masters than required.
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Post by Rhiannon Danu on Aug 4, 2018 21:25:02 GMT -8
Rhiannon had walked out of the Archives leading Grace, whom had caught up with her, to another entrance. One she knew well. Indeed this was a place she cherished. Entering she closed her eyes and breathed in deep. Exhaling and opening eyes she walked along peacefully -Rhiannon- "I love this place." |
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 4, 2018 21:32:14 GMT -8
Grace was stunned; it was majestic. She walked quietly with Rhiannon. To the woman's statement she muttered
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"How couldn't you....."
She continued strolling with Rhiannon quietly. She could hear the two behind her but drowned them out, praying that they didn't destroy something.
Boland bulldozed into the beautiful space with Maureen who blurted out
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"Can I take some plants?"
The response was low and scolding
-Boland-
"Keep it down or I tear your tonsils out....."
Then he answered the question
-Boland-
"Only if you're good."
As if responding the little girl then slipped a left foot out stomping on Boland's right, who let out a yell that would curl your hair
-Boland-
"For the love of all that is holy!!!"
And hen then went headfirst into one of the many pools of water. Maureen laughed hysterically. Pulling himself from the water Boland howled
-Boland-
"I kill you now!"
He commenced to trip falling in front of Maureen. Rolling over he began to laugh, then snatched her left leg with right hand and flipped her ass over kettle. Capturing her in his arms the two laughed, none harmed too badly.
Grace slapped her forehead with left hand then breathing in and out twice slowly she walked along as if nothing had happened
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Post by Rhiannon Danu on Aug 4, 2018 21:59:48 GMT -8
Rhiannon revealed nothing outwardly revealing that she had heard any of the shenanigans. She simply walked on enjoying the tranquility and beauty around her. She liked this Grace. She found all three amusing. Finally she noted
-Rhiannon-
"He's very good with her."
She continued her peaceful stroll with a friend. She had noticed the two ruffians leaving the Archives. Grace's undoubtedly. But they presented no problem and what she could pick up was only good intention. Violent men though. That she felt most strongly
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 4, 2018 23:46:17 GMT -8
Boland and Maureen were having a field-day stealing emancipating a wide variety of flora from the earth and placing it into a elaborately designed earthenware piece, that they had also liberated from the cruel imprisonment of the Room of a Thousand Fountains. Boland, in his humble opinion, felt it inhumane to the plants that more thought had not been put into coming up with a better name for the place. Past that, it was truly a tear-jerking sight to behold. Just one of what must have been an immeasurable moments of bliss here strolling through the Jedi Gadda-Da-Vida....
Grace, visibly on the verge of a psychotic episode, walked along with the Jedi
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Rhiannon Danu
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Affiliation: Council of First Knowledge
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Post by Rhiannon Danu on Aug 5, 2018 0:24:15 GMT -8
The woman was thoroughly enjoying the simple pleasure of this quiet stroll. She too could see the two running about, one playful child and a childish adult. Was very encouraging so she believed
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Is mimic a bhris beal duine a shron - often a person's mouth gets their nose broke
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Affiliation: Oglaigh na Irandoideanne - Warriors of the Iron Fists
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 5, 2018 1:44:41 GMT -8
She spoke, not intending to sound cryptic yet she knew to many that is exactly how her words would come across
-Grace-
"Something is going to happen... very fast; very soon...."
A streak of grey ripped by them towards the girls cries, laughter and excitement. The grey 180lbs+ streak hit Boland as he was rising up back to his feet, flattening the man. Jaws moved like lightning set to close on the man's neck. Maureen screamed
-Maureen-
"Cú Faoil!!! No!
The dog sat, head hanging. The little girl stroked the animal's head voice now tender
-Maureen-
"It's ok....."
The dog's tail wagged as Boland pulled himself to feet
Grace muttered explaining
-Grace-
"Her dog...."
The Raven simply materialised out of thin air in the air of the garden. It circled several times before settling on the left shoulder of Grace, the side on which she was defaced
Opening Comm. she muttered some words then cut the link cold
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