Aerandir Calmcacil
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Apr 19, 2015 20:28:37 GMT -8
*Bix started to shrug before quickly converting it into a bow instead before straightening and finishing his shrug.* "Nah, got nowhere right now, so I'll probably stick around," *he responded.*
"Alright then," *Aerandir added, turning and gesturing to follow,* "This way." *He then led the way toward the medical facilities...*
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Raimundo Darkwater
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Post by Raimundo Darkwater on Apr 21, 2015 8:11:02 GMT -8
The Cerean knight followed Aerandir and Bix from the Dormitories as he was guided to the Medical Facilities, taking note of his surroundings so he could soon traverse the academy by himself without getting lost.
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Brakus Sev
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Post by Brakus Sev on Apr 23, 2015 15:15:25 GMT -8
Skidding around a corner at high velocity the boy barely managed to avoid a droid carrying laundry, bounding to the side and sliding passed the complaining robot. The tousled red-haired youth flashed a jaunty wave of apology before continuing his reckless dash, Jedi robes flapping behind him like a cape. After several more yards he skidded to a stop once again, deftly keeping his feet as he waved his arms for balance. With a sharp turn Brakus flung the door to the dormitory common room and bounded through like a pouncing Sand Panther.
With a heavily freckled face, bright red hair, and an easy smile Brakus Sev was one of the more outgoing twelve years olds one was likely to meet, a sharp contrast to his friend Felia. Always out of breath, always sunburned, and usually dirty Brakus had been running the staff at the Felucian Conclave ragged since his arrival from Yavin IV. Some said he was too rash and impatient to make a good Jedi and perhaps they were right. Brakus though thought it better to get all this agitation out of his system when he still could and was always ready with a sardonic remark for any such criticism.
He had been outside of the compound roaming the nearby hills in search for Old Ole Gimpy's cave, seen as Morgan refused to divulge the location of the ancient mystics abode. He was starting to think that the diminutive girl was having fun with him on the existence of this strange hermit but Brakus liked being outdoors so was happy to continue the hunt. He had seen Rush bounding across the long, colourful meadow that separated the Jedi Base from the Felucian jungle, but there had been no sign of Morgan. He had not seen her all day and was usually likely to run into her on his extra-curricular escapades.
Skipping forward into the cavernous room he spotted Felia immediately and bounced over with a silly smile plastered to his features. With a final hop, skip and plop into a chair opposite her he reached down to scoop up a satchel that he had left by the chair leg before he had ventured forth this morning.
"Lots track of the time again!"
Flipping open his bag he checked to make sure he had everything he'd need for the lesson.
"Master Chalco would have had my hide if I managed to be late twice on the bounce..."
Datapad, training saber, sparring gear, spare memory stick... He seemed to have anything and his mind worked furiously to think of anything else he may have forgotten. Jedi Master Chalco Gannor, while not a stern taskmaster, always left him feeling guilty should he have underperformed in any aspect of his lessons. Another Jedi who had been relocated from Yavin at the start of the war with the Mandalorians Brakus tended to favour the tall Falleen and always wanted to impress. Unfortunately, as was more than often the case, Brakus' nature tended to put him at odds with the calm and patient humanoid and a few quiet words of reproach was enough to send Brakus into a state of bashful despair.
The girl opposite him said nothing as she continued to gaze out of the window across the sweeping expanse of colourful foliage. Felia Reksira was nearly the complete opposite to Brakus on terms of temperament and personality. Petite and blonde she had the build of some mythical fairy, all ethereal and delicate. She was quiet and withdrawn, even more so since their move away from the place she had called home since, as far as Brakus could tell, before she could remember. A child of sighs and introspection, Brakus thought to himself, though not in those grown up words...
He looked up from his satchel and waved a hand at his friend.
"Hullo!? Reality to Felia. Come in. Over. Class in ten minutes!"
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Felia Reksira
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Post by Felia Reksira on Apr 23, 2015 15:35:53 GMT -8
Letting out a heavy breath Felia flickered her gaze away from the window and dragged a smile onto her face. Rasing both hands to her face she rubber her eyes and blinked several times to rid herself of the daydream she had been engaged in. Dropping her hands to the table between then she hunched her shoulders, seeming to shiver despite the room being warm and cozy. Casting her eyes over Brakus again she couldn't help a slight giggle escaping her lips.
"You've got mud all over your face, Brak."
Reaching down she grabbed her own bag and rummaged around for a moment before producing a pink, frilly handkerchief. Rising she stepped around the table and proceeded to attempt to wipe away the grime that covered the boys features, much to his dismay and protestations.
"I mean... do you literally go outside and rub dirty onto you just to appear a scruff? Oh... Its all in your hair too!"
A compulsively neat child she was forever in distress at the state Brakus managed to get himself in, unable to leave alone his seemingly natural messiness. Even should she attempt to straighten out his clothing, or smooth his hair into some semblance of order, he always managed to reduce her ministrations to a futile effort.
She frowned as she dragged the soft cloth across his forehead one more time, critically assessing her work for a moment.
"You need a shower but I guess that'll have to do."
Returning the now soiled hanky to her bag she flung it over her shoulder and pulled the red-haired boy to his feet before starting off towards class.
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Brakus Sev
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Post by Brakus Sev on Apr 23, 2015 15:45:17 GMT -8
He had spluttered and grumbled as Felia scrubbed his face but he let her do it knowing that it was just easier to let her have her way. The cleansing would also likely help him avoid any probing questions from Master Gannor as to his wayward activities. He should have been studying this morning after all...
Allowing Felia to pull him to his feet he managed to scoop up his bag before heading out of the common room and into the corridor. The same droid was coming back down the hallway and moved to the very far side of the corridor to avoid any possible collision with the fiery ball of energy. He couldn't help but flash the droid a winnign smile as he and Felia passed.
"So..." His voice was painfully and obviously off-hand. "Did you revise the history old top-knot wanted us to learn?"
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Felia Reksira
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Post by Felia Reksira on Apr 23, 2015 16:49:07 GMT -8
The blonde girl shook her head adamantly, hair the colour of sunshine flaring back and forth with the motion. Her jaw set in a stern expression and her frown was full of reproach.
"No, Brak. No way."
She said nothing more. Simply set her lips together in a firm line and narrowed her eyes in disapproval. He was always doing this. Skulking off on his own agenda then slinking back expecting her to pick up the pieces of his shattered education. Well not this time!
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Brakus Sev
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Post by Brakus Sev on Apr 23, 2015 16:58:06 GMT -8
He matched her frown for frown as they approached the turbolifts situated at the end of the hall, stepping away from her slightly as if to get a better look at what was wrong. His head tilted to the side slightly as he punched the button to call the turbolift, face slowly breaking into a carefree grin. Adopting an attitude of blasè indifference he spoke with a voice dripping with innocence.
"What do you mean no? You didn't listen to what I was going to say..."
The turbolift door whooshed open and he started to enter before thinking better of it. Instead he smiled slyly and with a flourish of chivalrous panachè he gestured for her to precede him.
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Felia Reksira
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Post by Felia Reksira on Apr 23, 2015 17:02:52 GMT -8
She rolled her eyes comically at his antics and stepped into the turbolift. She was tempted to hit the button for the ground floor then bar him from entering with the Force, allowing the door to slid closed over his startled expression. She smiled inwardly at the thought but refrained from it, instead stepping to the back of the small space and fixing him with a glare.
"No I will not summarise everything I have researched over the past few days into a few sentences just so you can escape punishment for not doing a jot of work on this class."
She folded her arms and tried to look stern, little realising that all it did was make her look uber cute.
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Brakus Sev
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Post by Brakus Sev on Apr 23, 2015 17:09:34 GMT -8
Brakus waved away the comment with a flippant turn of his hand, stepping into the lift after his friend and shaking his head as he did so.
"No no no. That's not what I was going to say at all."
He hit the button for the ground floor, where their class was situated, and continued as the doors slid closed.
"I was just going to say how dedicated to your work you are and how a mere mortal like myself struggles to be seen in the light you cast. One such as you must--"
The door closed on his words and the turbolift carried them down towards their lesson...
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Raimundo Darkwater
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Post by Raimundo Darkwater on Jun 3, 2015 20:55:42 GMT -8
The doors to Raimundo's personal room opened as the Cerean punched in the security code. Slowly, he walked in, shutting the door behind him, his brown boots clicking on the metal floor as he walked. He made his way to his bed, made with freshly clean sheets, where he sat himself down at its foot. Bending over, he began to untie his boots, slipping them off one at a time and setting them neatly against the wall. Next he shed his brown Jedi robe, getting back up to hang it neatly in his closet. Then he shed the top of his tan tunic, letting the cotton run against the toned muscles of his chest and then over his head. He took a deep relaxing breath as he hung it next to his robe. He stood there in silence as he looked at himself in the mirror.*
*Already he missed Corellia, and as always, he missed Mike. The Cerean wished he knew what had become of his old Master, but it seemed he had just up and disappeared. Perhaps in the morning he could search the Archives for any answers the Corellian Academy might not have. The Jedi Knight broke from his trance and bent over to remove his tan trousers, unbuckling his brown belt. He too hung them up, being careful to keep the crease aligned.*
*He felt the warmth of his bed as he crawled into bed in nothing but his red boxers. His head lowered into the soft confines of the feather-stuffed pillow, closing his weary eyes. His breathing slowed and became more even as the Jedi fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, finally succumbing to the weariness of his travels.
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Post by Raimundo Darkwater on Aug 2, 2015 21:06:45 GMT -8
He woke up nearly twelve hours later, his eyelids lazily opening halfway, squinting from the sunlight shining brightly through his bedroom window. Giving a quiet yawn, Raimundo reached out from under his blanket and wiped tiredly at his eyes, feeling the gunk crumble away from his eyelashes. He lay there for a moment, letting his body catch up with his mind before swinging his legs off the side of the bed and standing up straight. He stretched, his hands reaching above him, fingers curled awkwardly as his back gave a series of pops.*
*Slowly, he meandered his way into the bathroom, stopping in front of the mirror to observe himself. He brushed at his small tuft of hair with his hand, uneffectively trying to fix to style it. It seemed he was suffering from a common medical condition usually referred to as "bedhead". He stepped into the refresher and relished the steam and the heat of the water as it cascaded onto his face and tricked down his chest.*
*It was time to get back into routine. He needed to exercise. He needed to train. As he showered, the Jedi Healer mentally made notes of what he needed to accomplish in his training session today: Mediation, Medical applications of the Force, and then a long needed and overdue runthrough of the sequences of Soresu. Perhaps he would even engage in a duel with a sparring droid... Even though the thought of wielding his blade against even a practice opponent nearly made Raimundo shiver. With his focus always directed at advancing his capabilities in the Force and with healing, Raimundo had grown to have a strong distrust in his dueling abilities, despite his extreme advancement with the third Form and the criticism of his old master. He had adopted the ways of Form Zero, and Master Mike Frantz never let him hear the end of his "bad decision". But none the less, training with his lightsaber was essential. It HAD to be done.*
*He washed himself and finally stepped out, dressing himself in his usual attire of his tan tunic with the brown Jedi's robe. He strapped his two lightsabers next to each other on his right hip, fastened on his brown boots and made his way toe the dining room for a much needed meal.
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Tom Klanzo
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Post by Tom Klanzo on Sept 7, 2015 20:19:35 GMT -8
*The base dormitories, a rather large portion of the base full of living arrangements for students, base instructors and residents, and guests. The guest quarters were where Tom led Raine; he was at least able to afford her the luxury of a room to stay in for now, until more could be settled for her. Leading her to her specific room, he stopped outside the door and gestured inside with a smile.*
Here you are. The basic amenities are available to you, whether you wish to sleep or freshen up, your choice. I'll let Aerandir know you're here, so you can be found later.
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Post by Raine Bralor on Sept 14, 2015 18:58:13 GMT -8
*Raine followed Tom to the dormitories. Quite relieved that she had a place to sleep. She cautiously stepped into the room and looked around. There wasn't much, but that was okay, all she needed was a bed. She turned to Tom.* "Thank you. I'll get my stuff from the ship later, if Captain Halex hasn't left it with someone else." *Suddenly it struck her. Captain Halex was leaving her here and going away. Would she see her again? Raine paused for a moment before looking up at Tom.* "Where's the hangar? I have to say goodbye to someone."
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Post by Tom Klanzo on Sept 24, 2015 19:47:26 GMT -8
*Tom had turned to leave when it seemed his services were no longer required, but suddenly Raine was asking for directions to the hangar, having to bid farewell to someone. Was it the Captain Halex she had just mentioned? Still, Tom gave a smile and gestured for her to follow.*
Right this way.
*And with that, he began to lead her back to the hangar.*
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Post by Raine Bralor on Oct 12, 2015 18:16:40 GMT -8
*Raine returned to the dorms and entered her room. She took a slow look around, there wasn't much, but it was more then she had during most of her life. Dropping her bag in a corner, she sat down on the edge o her bed. She let out a sigh and rubbed her eyes, it had been a long day. Kicking off her boots, she fell back onto her bed and stared at the ceiling. As tired as she was, she couldn't seem to fall asleep right away. Closing her eyes she began to think about the days events, the lessons she learned, the things she heard, .....her parents. She could see them in her mind clear as day, sometimes it felt like they were still there. Even though she didn't have any holos of them, she could remember them clear as day. With that thought in mind, she slowly fell asleep.*
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Post by Raine Bralor on Oct 18, 2015 19:27:24 GMT -8
*Raine slowly awoke. Her mind wading out of the jumble of strange dreams memories. All of which seemed to real to her, some even made old wounds hurt. Sitting up she glanced around the room. Things became clearer as began to remember where she was. Jedi temple, Felucia...right, that's where she was now. She the sleep from her eyes and stilled a yawn. She sat up and moved to the edge of her bed, that's when she noticed the robes folded neatly on top of her duffle bag. Sliding off the bed, wincing slightly as her bare feet hit the cold floor, she reached down and picked up the clothes left for her. After giving the new outfit a minutes appraisal, she quickly changed. Brushing a rouge hair from her face, she gazed at her reflection in the mirror. The robes felt different from her normal attire, but they fit, that's all that mattered. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath before slowly letting it out. This was a new day, and it was time to face it. Leaving her reflection behind, she left her room and headed for the dining area.*
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2015 21:05:39 GMT -8
After stumbling around for nearly fifteen minutes, the intrepid duo finally came across the dorms. Then the true search began - finding one that was unoccupied proved to be a challenge, and finding one that was unlocked to boot was even worse. Eventually, coming to a stop in front of a door that had a "vacant" holotag on it, Dandleion looked around to see if anyone was nearby. "Don't break and enter. It's...bad for your aura. Or something." That vague advice was all he offered as he waved his hand and exerted some pressure through the force - causing the door's mechanical locks to grind open. Apparently there was a reason it was vacant - faulty door mechanism. Bowing extravagantly to the nameless woman, he gestured to the dorm room. "There we go. Please, take your time...as for your, uh, lunch...perhaps refrigeration is in order? It seems to be bleeding rather furiously."
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Mary Cerulea
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Dec 29, 2015 21:13:02 GMT -8
Making her way into the room, Mary glanced around. It was a simple room, a thin bed along one wall, two alcove/shelves on either side of the room, a open faced closet for hanging things & a bathroom in the back in a separate area. Other than that was a small table, a food locket, & two storage chests. The carry all got dumped on the table while everything else except her pants got tossed on the bed. As she was heading into the bathroom she called back to the man.
-Mary
It wasn't leaking when I left. It got sat on. I'm Mary by the way.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2015 21:29:14 GMT -8
And then she took her clothes off. Well, most of them anyway. Turning away, Dandleion cleared his throat - but, quite unsuccessfully, failed to stop himself from glancing over his shoulder and admiring what was clearly not an issue of modesty on the woman's part. "...I truly need to get out more. Maybe a trip to Zeltros is in order." Shaking his head, mostly out of disparaging hopelessness for himself, as well as to clear the cobwebs from his mind, he turned his focus to the sack. "I am Dandleion Wriyte, the Dandelion Knight. Most call me Dand." He said absently, peering into the sack at what looked to be raw meat. A horrid expression crossed the man's face as he furiously wiped his hand on his trousers in disgust. "Please to meet you Mary. I take it you've, uh, been on the road for a while?"
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Mary Cerulea
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Dec 29, 2015 21:40:26 GMT -8
Enjoying her first real shower in over a year, Mary called out through the still open door to the bathroom.
-Mary
Something like that.
A sigh echoed inside her skull.
-Jasper
It would not hurt you to try & be more social you know. The Jedi are not the criminal trash you are used to dealing with.
Which was true, the criminals tended to do a lot of screaming one way or the other, Jedi just talked your ears off.
-Jasper
I know I've told you I can hear you.
Titana
I agree, you should talk to this one more. He is simply delicious looking.
Fine.
-Mary
What planet we are on? I've never seen anything like outside.
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