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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2020 12:23:53 GMT -8
The days passed on as the girls worked with those in the temple to understand the ways of the Knights of Karabor. It wasn't the most difficult of things to grasp, each of them feeling similarly, otherwise, they would never have come here. Coupled with the strange makeup of their team and it should have been obvious. Still, they didn't fall easily into the ways of the temple, still carrying their own realities and personas with them, something they didn't plan to change. KYBR might have needed to come to understand and step into the ways of the Knights, but so, too, did those that resided here need to understand them and allow them to be who they were, even if it seemed to clash with a few.
Having a day free that they didn't need to work with others, the quartet made their way into the training area. It was a day to continue brushing up on the skills and adaptability by engaging in spars with each other that constantly changed the makeup and style involved as well as seeking to further work on perfecting their combo and unison attacks. Hours of work along with trial and error fell upon them. Despite the time spent together, they hand;t had the greatest of opportunities to train as they did here. They were a dedicated team, always ready to have each other's backs. And so they would use what they had to increase their bond and capabilities together.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2020 14:43:41 GMT -8
Having lured Zion down a different path--or so Matthew believed--had its own fair share of quirks. Then again, the teen also assumed that Zion came here with something of a lesson plan and was unaware that he came here flying blind. The boy's piercing blue eyes watched the tipping of the scale projected on the hologram, further reinforcing his earlier point of the never-ending fluctuation that resonated within the Force. However, as Zion continued on with these explanations, there were a few points made that seemingly didn't sit well with Matthew, or at least, that much could have been assumed with the way he scrunched his expression in distaste. Questions weren't necessary, though. Matthew was eager to voice his concerns to those certain points in Zion's lecture.
With all due respect, Brother Zion, you speak as though we as the Knights of Karabor are bound to achieving this balance within the Force, as though It has no will of Its own and doesn't guide us all down some predetermined path that will wrestle a continuous fluctuation of balance. The way I see it, this balance you all seek after is like--I don't know--the tide. The battle between two sides ebb and flow, rise and fall, constantly changing, while the Knights are simply seeking to put up a dam to control the water flow in the way that they see fit. Pardon the absolutely atrocious metaphor, but it's the best that I can do with such short notice to this lesson of yours. My comparison not even wholly accurate, in my opinion, to view the Force with such two-dimensional restrictions as 'light' and 'dark' with a balance only residing therein.
Matthew shrugs his shoulders apathetically as he tries to disguise his blatant attempt to use as many big words as he could muster. With that said and done, though, he was curious if Zion would next go into another lesson regarding predetermination and free will. It was one of his favorite discussions to have with any kind of religious organization, seeing as he could play both sides of the fence. Perhaps the bigger curiosity was his quip about pushing the Force into a two-dimensional box of Lightside and Darkside. Nonetheless, Matthew's gaze finds the holoprojection with those three core tenets of the Knights--Honestly, Valour, Loyalty. He chews the inside of his cheek as he ponders ever-so-briefly on those three words before turning his full attention, veiled in his shaggy black hair, back to Zion.
Anyway, it's not like any of that actually matters. So what is the purpose of this order then? You said it yourself that, as it stands, there seems to be an imbalance of the Darkside with the rise of the Sith, Knights of Ren, the First Order. Are we planning on sneaking operatives in there to take them out and recreate something closer to a 'true balance' within the Force? Or are we just going to consider ourselves a faction that holds tight to the Lightside ideologies of the Force and shift our tenets accordingly, thus forcibly balancing out the Force by sheer numbers?
Matthew then gestures towards the three principles with a simple nod of his head, as though to further his point.
As you said, this war is sempiternal, a sentiment I can agree with, but my question is this. How do we fight when we know that there is neither victory nor defeat in our future?
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Post by Zion Morviael [RETIRED] on May 6, 2020 23:20:59 GMT -8
Zion crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow as Matthew spoke. The boy seeming to throw together words and ideas in hopes of either sounding knowledgeable or to try catch Zion unprepared. But there was an advantage or two that Zion had over Matthew: age and experience. He had heard arguments such as Matthew's made countless time over the years. Fate, destiny, predetermined existences. Some believed strongly the Force had its own will and plan, others disagreed. In all his three hundred and something years, he had seen things throughout his life that had proven and disproven both schools of thought. Zion remained focused upon Matthew and waited until he was done talking
Perhaps if you took some more time to consider your thoughts, you might not need to fall back upon such an atrocious and inaccurate metaphor, hmm? I have lived for over three hundred years my boy, I've heard it all... Do you perhaps believe the Force has its own will and guides all of our lives? Perhaps it does, and perhaps we are merely a tool of the Force used in its ever lasting fluctuation of balance. Rising up to take on the most extreme elements of the imbalance... Or perhaps we are not tools, and the Force still has a will of its own and a path upon which things will all inevitably travel and this is for naught... But I know one thing, balance does not reside in the light or dark, it resides in the places in between. It is merely that the light and dark place great imbalances upon the scale... The Jedi that live wholly in their light and cannot conceive of anything but goodness... The Sith that live wholly in their dark and cannot conceive of anything but pure evil... Such aspects of the Force are just as real as the shade of grey that exist between the two...
With those points addressed, Zion set his focus upon the more lingering and over-arching theme with which Matthew had spoken about what the purpose of the Order is and why they right
Such limited thinking when coming up with solutions is somewhat disappointing, considering everything else you've said... We are not here to forcibly balance the Force by shifting our tenets and ideology to the Light, nor are we in any dire need to infiltrate into any of those groups to take them down from the inside. For somebody that finds the ideas of extremes existing as seemingly distasteful, you've walked right into becoming that which you dislike... You can fight against Sith, and Ren, and the First Order without compromising any of our tenets and ideologies. You do not have to be a lightsider to fight against the dark, just as you do not need to be a darksider to fight against the light. You can fight either or, without having to hold extremist ideologies of the opposite group. We fight on our own terms, not on those of the Jedi or the Sith. But let us address your final point and question...
He moved a couple steps closer to Matthew then
Let me ask you this: From the day you are born, you know that one day you will eventually die, yes? That no matter what you do, no matter what you achieve in life, that you will always die. So tell me, what is the point in living? Why struggle through each day, if you cannot beat death?
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2020 13:29:17 GMT -8
As Zion made his rebuttal, Matthew sat there in apathetic silence, and the reasons were far from growing awed respect for the man. His eyes were trained upon his newly-appointed Master, and the more he talked, the more he seemed to achieve the opposite of snagging his squire's attention. If Zion believed that asserting domination was the best way to go about matters, he had another thing coming. The first nail in the coffin? The collective, misplaced claims that age equated to having the higher ground.
With all due respect, here's a more apt metaphor. Someone who lives a comfortable life to the age of one hundred may have less experience and knowledge on a subject than a man who has struggled at the age of twenty dealing all his life with a particular subject. Age does not always equate to experience.
Matthew speaks cooly as he looks up at Zion through shaggy black hair. This whole' lesson' was going to be a whole lot more fun than anticipated. It honestly didn't matter what Matthew believed: whether the Force had a will of its own that guided everyone down a certain path or whether It allowed free will to fluctuate the happenings in the universe and, thus, Its' balance.' Matthew had his own beliefs, those which he kept to himself. It was more entertaining if Zion painted a misconstrued picture of Matthew in his head anyway, so the boy would egg him on. It was working well so far.
Do you really believe that there only exists dark, light, and a shade of gray between the two? I assure you that there are so many more aspects to the Force. Many different layers of gray, some that seem closer to the light, and others that seem closer to the dark. Even that limits the Force in a two-dimensional way I'm shocked to hear from the leader of an order who touts 'balance.' Have you ever seen what happens when you shine light through a prism, Brother Zion?
Matthew scoffs, furthering the facade. It's all he would say about the topic, too. He believed the rhetorical question was all he needed to seal a certain point before moving forward. However, it didn't change a hint of his inward disappointment. Two-dimensional thinking. Naturally, that was what the boy figured he would get hit with arriving. Despite it, he shows nothing in his expression, keeping his never-shifting poker face primed and at the ready.
For someone who didn't seem to like the solutions I came up within a meager ten seconds, you sure have a funny way of addressing my questions without a single answer. Just as an FYI for any future youngin's who come stomping into your Temple, answering a question with a question is a typical example of dodging, and we notice. So, Brother Zion, I'll ask you again. How do you accomplish 'balance' within the formation of this order? What are our terms? Or what? Do you not even know?
Hidden behind his hair, Matthew raises an eyebrow at Zion, nearly challenging him without being direct about it. Zion could move closer to Matthew, but the boy's gaze shifts with him. Careful. Calculating. Unrelenting. All it would take was a single second for Zion to care about anybody or anything else other than himself and his own precious beliefs to see that the boy held himself with far more maturity than a mere sixteen-year-old. He had seen things, experienced things, and Zion was just another person trying to get the upper hand over him. Still, Matthew addresses Zion's questions with as much cool poise as before, revealing nothing short of a typical teenager's boldness--using Zion's words against him.
Because life goes on after death. A man of your age of over three-hundred surely understands as much by now, so why bother asking for answers from a young person like myself? Force Ghosts, souls seeking peace wandering about in the afterlife. Death is simply a chapter closing on this plane of existence as we know it and starting a new one in the next. The advice I was given by one near your age? It's a petty waste of one's time in this realm if you don't learn all that you can. As far as I see it, the Force always gets what it wants, eventually, on Its terms. So again, enlighten me, since you failed to answer my question by dodging it with a question of your own. Why do you bother fighting?
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Post by Zion Morviael [RETIRED] on May 25, 2020 5:55:31 GMT -8
Zion remained impassive as Matthew took the offensive once more, throwing around the argument that those of an older does not always equate to knowledge and experience. A subject he let go by for now in favour of addressing the other points Matthew brings up. The first of which involved the spectrum of energy upon which many viewed the Force. A smile settled upon his features then, as Matthew assured him that there were so many more aspects to the Force
Oh, you assure me do you? I do not believe in a single shade, but that many shades exist in between the two strongest forces that act upon this world. Life and Death. Light and Dark. But yes, when broken down to it's components, light is a spectrum of color combined into one. Indeed, life is filled with a vast array of colours and creatures and all manner of things. But things that are born and start in an aspect of the light will, at times, lose their luster and fall to the dark. Life begets Death.
It may seem like a rather morbid and dreary take on existence, but it was the one universal truth that every group that touched the Force could not deny. It didn't matter if they believed in the power and good of the Light or the strength and malice of the Dark, or believed that the Force had no dark side or light side but instead was a rainbow. With that matter addressed, he moved on to Matthew's question about how the Knights accomplish balance
Just because an answer is not to your liking, or perhaps beyond your understanding, does not make it a lack of an answer... But to put it more plainly, we accomplish a balance not by forcing it, but by being who we are. By not clinging to the extremist ideals of the Jedi whereby the Light is the sole balancing power, or the extremist ideology of the Sith whereby we cloak everything in shadows. By recognizing that both extreme's are equally capable of evil, we remain within the middle. We use powers of both Light and Dark, in what ever way we were once trained most, to fight against these extremists. We take up sword and shield and fight to protect those that cannot fight and bring us closer to balance. We do not seek the complete extermination of all Darkness, just as we do not seek the complete extermination of all Light. We fight with the Light just as we do the Dark. We train to harness our powers and emotions. We remain honest and truthful with one another about the threats we face, or the life we live or lived. We act with valour by fighting to the very end against what ever enemy we face. And we show loyalty by placing faith in and listening to one another and joining our brothers and sisters in a course of action they pursue. But that does not mean doing so without question. For loyalty and honesty work hand in hand, Just as all of our tenets do.
Zion remained smiling, even as Matthew raised a challenging eyebrow at him. He was still gaining a measure of the boy, something made all the somewhat more difficult by Matthew's continued efforts to act like he was doing. He remained close to Matthew for a moment to address the last question
I was not seeking my own answer, but an understanding of what you believe in Brother Matthew. Not all believe that life goes on after death, some believe when we rejoin the Force after we die that that is it, nothing else matters and our energy becomes a new thing. Others believe in retaining individuality when we die. Everyone has their own beliefs and understanding of what comes next. You see and understand that death is merely one chapter closing and another beginning. The same is true of why I choose to fight. Because each battle is just another chapter in existence. You learn from your victories just as much as you do from your defeats. it's a chance to learn and hone your skills. By doing nothing, you remain stagnant and defeat will surely find you. But by fighting and taking action, you have an effect upon things. You cannot learn if you do nothing.
Zion moved away from Matthew then, activating a couple commands on his datapad. The shelves of books receded back and the wall panels covered them up. Leaving the pair in a large open space with no obstructions. Zion placed the datapad upon the floor before he unclipped his lightsaber as he turned back to face Matthew. He moved a few steps so that he was standing on one side of the sparring ring that was outlined on the floor as he pressed the activator switch. The adegan silver blade coming to life in that all too familiar snap hiss
Speaking of... I've seen how well you verbally spar, but I suspect a clash of blades is really what you were hoping for. Do you perhaps need to borrow a blade? or do you have one of your own?
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2020 14:01:15 GMT -8
'Impassive' -- that wasn't exactly the description Matthew would have thrown out for the man who stood before him moments ago. The man had crossed his arms to throw himself into a power stance and raised a skeptical arch of his eyebrow in his direction. They were all too common postures that Matthew had grown accustomed to over the years and knew exactly what they meant. With the added berating assumptions of Matthew and his beliefs, stooping to the teen's level, Zion behaved as though he was falling into the boy's trap by arguing through an emotional trigger instead of level-headedness and steadfast faith.
Unless, of course, Zion like Matthew was putting on a facade. It was the only sensible argument for that sudden smile as if to disarm Matthew during his approach into his personal space. If Zion was planning any kind of funny business, though, it wasn't going to work. Despite Matthew's new outward appearance, his guard remained up, and his eyes were locked onto his target. However, Matthew shifted his weight to reveal a more relaxed stance, his eyes never really turning from his new Master.
Then perhaps you should have clarified, Brother Zion, the boy says with mocking animation in his voice. All this time, you were leading me to believe that you were just another of those dull-witted religious extremists.
Granted, Zion hadn't exactly proven the opposite to Matthew quite yet, either. If there was one thing that those extremists all had in common, they were always correct, and any outside voice or opinion was wrong. Up until this point, Zion had done little to nothing to prove he was actually listening to Matthew. He had simply agreed with him with supposed-shared beliefs and disagreed with everything else. Unless, of course, those 'shared-beliefs' weren't actually shared before, and Zion was just stealing them as his own. The way that his new Master addressed his points, it could have been either. It didn't really matter, though, one way or the other.
Life begets death, sure, but you're missing a crucial part, Brother Zion. Even in death, life finds a way to flourish in an unending wheel that cannot be stopped. One cannot exist without the other, just as the mortal concept of Good and Evil, Light and Dark. Yada yada yada...
With a half shrug of his shoulders, Matthew pushes the dark locks out of his eyes with a hand, although leaving his shaggy hair to just fall back into place. The teen didn't seem to be all too bothered by it, though. Instead, he keeps his attention on Zion and seemingly listens to all that the man had to say. However, the boy couldn't help but scoff a laugh as Zion went on about an answer being not to his liking or beyond his understanding, again proving to Matthew that Zion put himself on a pedestal that could not be questioned.
Oh, that's rich…
Matthew couldn't have cared less about muttering those words under his breath in Zion's brief pause before he continued to give him the answer that he sought. Under normal circumstances, Matthew would have just let that explanation go in one ear and out the other, but instead, he reminded himself why he was here and actually gave Zion another chance to explain himself. It was painful to be the bigger person, especially with a self-proclaimed 'older and wiser' man, but shoving his hands in his pockets, Matthew swallows his instinct to let Zion waste his breath. He was here to learn more about the Knights of Karabor, after all. Even if the teen was slowly losing interest in being trained by the very leader of those Knights, Zion was at least a wealth of information and history that he could tap into. It wasn't ideal, but hey, it was at the same time, too. Interesting how that worked.
I guess the least I can do is thank you for finally giving me a straight answer, Brother Zion. It took you a couple of times, but hey, at least you got there. Good job.
Matthew winks and clicks his tongue to the roof of his mouth as possibly the most sarcastic bit he had shown Zion thus far. For the most part, the boy had rid his expression of the challenging nature from before, playing along with Zion's uncanny and sudden smile. Zion could continue to go on about what other people believed all he wanted, but he was more so curious about luring Zion out to share more about his beliefs. Funny how his Master seemed to lean back on other's ideas instead of sharing his own to make a point. At this point, Matthew was growing bored of the same old arguments Zion was putting forth, so at this stage in the 'lesson,' Matthew was just rolling with the punches with a less challenging nature and more apathy and sarcasm.
Eh, I think that's a bit of a stretch. 'You cannot learn if you do nothing?' Sometimes, the most beneficial thing someone can do is to not do anything at all. Doing nothing is just as much of an action as doing something and can have even heavier consequences. It takes a sharp mind to learn from those consequences, though, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised by your words, huh. Oh, and if you ask me, you learn more from your defeats, too, than your victories, not 'just as much.' But hey, semantics, am I right?
Matthew did very little to hide the jabs, while still attempting to break apart Zion's belief structure at the core. It was usually the best way to get to the heart of someone's tenets, to make them doubt them for even a second. Then again, it was also the fastest way to make someone angry, which was the path Matthew thought they were headed down. It was a shame they didn't actually take that road, but then again, this was only day one.
Clash of blades? Matthew asks skeptically. For the future of my training, can you do me a solid and stop assuming you know anything about me? I came here expecting a day one syllabus, Brother Zion, at your command, no less. Verbally sparring was just the cherry on top, but I'll let you in on a little secret. Where I come from, you don't bring a knife to a gunfight. I was just fine with our little conversation and didn't bother to bring my lightsaber with me today. Not exactly my style, either, if you catch my drift.
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Post by Zion Morviael [RETIRED] on May 27, 2020 0:05:10 GMT -8
When asked about it, did I not clarify my point?
Matthew certainly seemed to be trying his best to try Zion's patience and drag him into a fight. Either verbally or physically. It certainly seemed an odd approach to take with an Order you wanted to join. Though it was not one he could easily discount as wrong. Questioning those you wished to join was a good way to find out what they were made of and if your belief's aligned with theirs. So far, judging by Matthew's replies and retorts, it would perhaps seem that his current views and understanding of the Force would put him at odds with the Order. Something that could very well work against them in the coming weeks
You say I missed a crucial detail, and yet... This entire time I have made the point that Light and Dark cannot exist without one another... Brother Matthew, your focus upon trying to break apart and argue every single word and point I make has seemingly seen you forget, or ignore, what has been said previously...
Try as Matthew might, his jabs and sarcasm did little to affect Zion. At this point, he had caught on to the boy's game and would not be dragged into anything unnecessary. If Matthew wanted to continue down such a path, then it was only to his own detriment. He had promised Ashara to give the boy a chance. If Matthew wanted to squander it, then that was his own choice
By choosing to do nothing in a situation, you are in fact doing something. You're actively staying out of a situation. But I could see how one might mistake purposefully remaining out of something as inaction... I can also concede that some or most would learn more from their defeats. Perhaps I have just lived too long or long enough to examine both with equal scrutiny...
Zion gave a shrug this time as the boy replied. He reached out his hand and activated the controls on his datapad from afar. Several panels in the roof retracted before a half dozen racks lowered down to the ground. Upon them was a variety of weapons: training sabers, pistols, rifles, vibroweapons
Perhaps the people where you come from just aren't that good at using a knife then... But I figured you might not have brought anything, so feel free to take your pick... Or not. The choice is yours Brother Matthew. You came seeking out the Knights of Karabor, so it's up to you to learn while you're here. You can consider this lesson done for the day, or you can choose a weapon and we can see how good you are in a fight...
The door behind Matthew opened up, allowing Matthew to leave if he so chose
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2020 13:54:38 GMT -8
Matthew wanted nothing more than to bring his hand to his face and plant it right into the center of his palm. It was a good thing that the teen was already in the zone to keep a poker face. All that really mattered now was continuing to glean the behavioral aspects of his new Master and his beliefs. Even if he didn't like what he was gathering, he'd just have to put up with it. Sure, Matthew was pushing the man, and he'd give credit where credit was due. Most would have broken down by now. Still, he expected Zion to have a certain level of patience for a man who was as long-lived as him. Wait. Did that mean Matthew had put him on a pedestal before arriving? Oh, the Whills must've loved irony.
Brother Zion, I'm not going to keep going in circles with you about your inability to give a straight answer, Matthew utters with a sigh. As I said, it took you a couple of times, but sure enough, you did. We can let it go now. Thanks.
Matthew keeps the animation out of his voice this time, feigning a sort of frustration as though he was the three-hundred-year-old dealing with a headstrong, unruly teenager.
Yes, you've made the point that Light and Dark cannot exist without the other. I can agree with that. Stopping at 'Life begets Death' without clarifying that 'in Death, Life is also reborn' is like making a strike with your saber without the follow-through. Verballing sparring, as you called, it is no different than an actual duel. There's no power or strength behind your attacks if you forget to follow-through. The same goes for every point you make in a verbal spar.
Again, Matthew brushes the hair from his eyes, which remain stuck on Zion. The boy started to wonder why he was even trying to explain himself anymore. Matthew was a bit green when it came to this particular style of dueling, and he would admit as much. He was trained in the basics, though, and did what he could to perfect his craft. If he had over three hundred years to do so, the galaxy wouldn't be prepared for him. None of this was any of his concern at present, though. After learning all that he could regarding his new Master, the teen was ready to call this 'lesson' to a close and move on to phase two.
That's… what I said. Inaction is still action… but okay, Brother Zion.
And that was exactly what Matthew had planned for the remainder of this lesson. Inaction. It was a rough first day, which set the tone for the entirety of his time here. Sometimes, it was just the unfortunate way that things fell. In one final display of Matthew's fire, though, he shot one last jab in Zion's direction before retracting back into the passive teen he had to be for both their sakes.
Yeah, I came here on my own accord to learn all about the Knights of Karabor, but I expected to get squired to a Master who was willing to listen, be open-minded, learn about their students, and give a damn about teaching them. If you want to be cryptic about your order and their purpose, berate your students when they offer up solutions to problems you pose to them, and then demean them when they offer the knowledge from their experiences, as you have with me, then that's your prerogative. It's definitely a surefire way to turn your students into the same mindless zombies as both the Jedi and Sith if that's what you're going for. Just don't expect me to learn a thing from a man whose first reaction is to speak instead of listen. So to keep it blunt for you, I may have failed your day one lesson, but you've also failed mine, Brother Zion.
Shoving his hands into his pockets, Matthew made that final point before taking a breath and shifting his gaze onto the plethora of weapons on display. He said all that was needed to be said, and Zion could do whatever he wanted with that information. In truth, Matthew intended just to sidetrack Zion at first, but this went a way that was still on the teen's agenda. Matthew managed to kill two birds with one stone and now had all that he needed. From here on out, Zion would find Matthew a much easier student to work with, or so was the goal. The boy couldn't help but shake the feeling that this man was too hasty to change this meeting into an actual sparring match, though. It wouldn't surprise him. Perhaps he was hiding behind the fact that Matthew had him beat in a verbal sparring match and didn't want to admit it, so to regain his dominance, he would beat Matthew in an actual spar. At that thought, Matthew sighs deeply. He wasn't about to back out of the room, but he wasn't about to stoop to Zion's level.
It's just a saying, the boy explains, hiding his slight exasperation. If you want to see how good I am in a fight, though, then go ahead and get it over with.
The door may have opened, but Matthew doesn't budge to leave. He just stands there, his eyes going back and forth between Zion and the weapons he offered. Matthew wasn't about to give Zion what he wanted, but the teen wasn't the type to flee either. Matthew would either force Zion into a stalemate before this 'spar' even began or make Zion make the first move on an 'unarmed' combatant. No matter the case, Matthew believed that he held all the cards now, so no matter what Zion did, it would be a win-win scenario.
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Post by Zion Morviael [RETIRED] on May 28, 2020 22:14:18 GMT -8
While Zion had been listening to what Matthew had to say before, for perhaps the first time since this all began, he truly listened to what Matthew had to say. It was a rather brutal and honest truth about him and his teaching style thus far. Perhaps he had already resigned Matthew to be a failure and part of him was just trying to sabotage this whole experience to force Matthew away. To make him into the failure he had initially considered Matthew to be. Zion deactivated the saber and clipped it back onto his belt as he stood there, studying the black haired boy before him.
Even at three hundred years old he was still as liable to make mistakes and fail as he was when he was some two hundred and seventy years younger. With a wave of his hand, the datapad flew through the air into his hand. The weapon racks withdrew back up into the roof and the bookshelves extended back out from the walls as Zion made his way across the room, slipping the datapad into one of the pouches on his belt
Class is dismissed for today... Feel free to peruse the materials here. You and me are the only two with access to this classroom... The rest of the day is yours to do with as you please...
He continued on past Matthew then and made his way out of the room, heading back to his own chambers to think on and review what had happened
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2020 13:10:14 GMT -8
Matthew held the same composure and demeanor, with his hands shoved into his pockets, until Zion was clear of the room. Even then, the teen stands there for several beats longer, as though waiting for his new master to burst through the door with a 'just kidding!' and a surprise sneak attack. After those few moments settle with nothing happening, Matthew lets out a massive sigh of relief and pulls his hands out of his pockets to place them behind his head in a dumbfounded motion and expression to match.
Well, damn, Matthew chuckles near silently to himself, in case Zion was the sneaky type to rig his classrooms with surveillance audio. I didn't think that would actually work.
Moseying down the bookshelves to glance at all of the 'materials' that he would be able to access during his time here, the teen takes his time to catch his breath. He thought he was a dead man for sure, or if anything, at least booted from the Temple. Big risk, big reward. It was just a matter of pressing all the right buttons. Now, he figured he had seen the man before him and deciphered exactly what he expected from his loyal minions. As long as he played to that tune without flailing to the beat of his own drum as he had up until this point, then maybe, just maybe, the next bit of his time at the Temple would be smooth sailing. Who knows? Only time would tell.
Deciding that today was the worst day possible to 'study,' Matthew only browses the selection before calling it a day and departing from the classroom. He had specific other plans he planned to make good on. The teen may end up being way too early, but hey, it's not like he had anything else better to do. Sure, Matthew could scope out the Temple like he planned to do the night before, but that's precisely what his cute little companion was going to help him with later. With a slight skip in his step, Matthew strolls towards the courtyard with a smirk, where he could lounge about until his poor little victi- er, guide arrived.
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