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Post by Jess on Mar 27, 2005 18:02:34 GMT -5
Zero giggled to eirself, like a little girl. E quickly swirved out of the way of a large peice of steel jutting out of the ground, nearly hitting another one. Zero appeared to be an expert at driving, and just to show-vote he took a loop-the-loop laughing as he felt Myra's hold on him tighten.
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Post by Kait on Mar 27, 2005 18:17:18 GMT -5
*Myra couldn't help but close her eyes, although for a Jedi, that didn't really help her out much.* "Oh I get it... This is where the Order sends all of the Masters with a sense of humor. This place of yours had better not be much further."
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Post by Jess on Mar 27, 2005 18:26:58 GMT -5
As the loop ended the bike gave a jerk and came to a complete stop, still gliding along on the momentum they had gathered. "No...i just wanted to test you." Zero says, coasting the bike towards a large hidden door. The door looked like a wall, but it began to open as Zero held his hand out to it.
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Post by Kait on Mar 27, 2005 18:32:14 GMT -5
"If I had known I was to be taking a test, I would've studied. Then again, if I had known my ship was going to be blown to bits by space pirates, I would've stayed home and I wouldn't even be in this mess." *Myra sighed softly, feeling safe enough to lift one hand and run it through her wind-blown hair as she watched the wall in front of them open.*
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Post by Jess on Mar 27, 2005 18:46:24 GMT -5
Zero pulled the bike into a small dark hangar, and once the door closed the hangar was imediately bathed in pinkish colored light, revealing many spare parts, and a lightsaber workbench. The small exit door to the north is shut. "Enjoy the ride?" Zero asks politely.
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Post by Kait on Mar 27, 2005 20:36:03 GMT -5
*Myra hopped off as quickly as possible.* "Do I really need to answer that?" *She once again ran a hand through her hair, trying to fix it after the rough ride. She looked around as she did so, her bright blue eyes trying to take everything in.* "What is this place?"
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Post by Jess on Mar 27, 2005 20:39:38 GMT -5
"This is the hangar were i store my Bike...and were i do work on my saber." E says, motioning to the workbench. E imediately opens the door, the lights of the larger inner chamber coming on, bathing that room in a soft yellow-white glow. "This is my house. Its not much compared to Corrusant, but its still my home. Make yourself comfortable." E says, motion to a door to the north. "That will be your room, should you wish to sleep, the bath room is that door, and the other doors are assorted stoarge rooms." E says motioning to the correct doors as E speaks.
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Post by Kait on Mar 27, 2005 20:46:41 GMT -5
*Myra nodded slowly, memorizing every word spoken.* "Thank you... I'll be sure to find some way to repay your hospitality, Master Enna."
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Post by Jess on Mar 28, 2005 15:50:47 GMT -5
"No need...you need but learn from my mistakes." Zero says. E steps off towards a small chair-like thing. The kind of table-like chair all the masters sat on. "And if you have anything about the force you wish to learn feel free to ask...for now i must meditate..."
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Post by Kait on Mar 28, 2005 16:13:33 GMT -5
*Myra frowned slightly, but she remained silent. Leaving the Master to meditate, she quietly entered the room that was to be hers. She sighed softly once she was inside, looking around carefully. What now, Myra...?*
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Post by Jess on Mar 28, 2005 17:28:29 GMT -5
The room was very plain, nothing dramatic about it. The bed was in the corner of the room, a metal slab coming out of the wall with a ver comfortable foam mattress-thing on top.(Like a tempur-pedic thing) A small artificial plant is in the far corner, pink and green leaves adorned on it. As Myra enters, a small box opens in the wall, holding simple pink training robes, the robes people under Master Enna wore to train with eir, and as everyone knew he only trained women and any men who masqueraded as women died when they tried to use his technique's. Obviously this was a once-in-a -lifetime oppurtunity, one that would benefit the Jedi for ever.
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Post by Tiana Calthye on Jun 3, 2005 19:35:04 GMT -5
((Can I join, and is there any specific plot to this besides training her, or am I allowed to be as plotsy as I want and potentially build this into something scary?
I tend to do that when I join RPGs. Create outragous plots... yeah... fun! I'll be throwing Shadow in if I do join...))
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Post by Jess on Jun 3, 2005 19:43:42 GMT -5
((Yeah! Please join, I was thinking of start a new one with Zero in it with jsut us two ))
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Post by Tiana Calthye on Jun 3, 2005 23:51:37 GMT -5
((I'm not positive how to work Shadow into this, but I'll give it a try. Work with me! I'm usually fairly good at this, but... yeah.
Hope OOC chatter isn't a problem with the rules. I tend to use it a lot for immediate reference. Also, forgive my strange post. I do the freaky style a lot. And I love fragments and haunting my characters when they're angsty.))
Toss. Turn. You don't need to sleep...
The voice ordered her to do this. She obeyed. She didn't need...
Again and again... The same vision plays through your mind. You don't have any choice but to accept it. The silver blade that now hangs at your side slashing through and into your very soul...
Memories, or visions of the future. You don't know what they are. You know nothing. You only remember shadows behind the mask that you woke up wearing. You only remember gazing into a mirror and seeing your reflection, tormented by time. You hardly remember anything but flashes of those years...
In her sleep, she snorted, rolled over... blankets tossed over her head for a moment, and her hair fell into her eyes.
You remember her eyes, so darned similar to your own. Haunting, biting into your flesh, and impossible to draw from...
You remember the darkside, the taste of the powers it gave you. You remember the thrill, the rush that came of reaching out and wrapping your power around your Master's neck...
You remember her cry. You remember her blade cutting across your arm...
You remember...
Shadow sat up, and the room rushed to meet her eyes. So little light...
She blinked, reached out with the Force and activated a light. That startled the maiden, and she stood up, eyes narrowed to slits as she got accustomed to the feel of light again. Had she been her nickname's sake, she would've been vanquished. And I would be safe, her thoughts whispered. A shadow I may be, and so easy to destroy...
She hated the flowery speech that came so easily now, the softened "a's" and twisted letters that came from her mouth. The Core accent, the voice of one who had dwelt too long on Coruscant with the intermingled races and humans across the galaxy. No accent at all, yet everything.
She reached up and brushed her hair from her eyes, twisted it behind her ears. It was too tired, too limp to stay in place, and quickly fell back to cover her eyes and the purple mark above her right eye as well.
Pfff. She blew up, and her hair twisted back. Almarien-- Shadow smiled grimly into the mirror; a couple cracks marred its surface, but hardly notable to anyone not looking for shards of silver glass to be absent.
...Draw your robes around you... you take up your sword and leave this place...
For Jethine. Only for her, her thoughts finally protested as s he did the bidding of the little dreams and visions that made to taunt her of a past she wished to leave behind. Even creating a nightmare to slip into never seemed to work. Even those tormented thoughts rejected her, cast her out into the world again.
The Jedi (for so she considered herself, though she hardly followed the Code any longer and had no Master) left the room untouched, even the bed hardly wrinkled with sleep after she took a hand to it.
I have to leave here. I have to find human contact again...
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Post by Kait on Jun 4, 2005 22:06:12 GMT -5
*Myra studied the room around her carefully, not sure what to think of it. She walked over to the box that had opened itself to her, staring at the robes that lay within. Pink... Just great... It always has to be pink... She briefly lifted the robes from the box, only to drop them back in their place and turn away from them. What next...? She sighed softly and took a seat on the bed, taking a moment to reflect on the recent events and choose her next course of action. She definitely had to get off of this planet...*
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