[Reach for the Stars] Classroom
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				Title: <strong>[Reach for the Stars] Classroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>05-03-2006, 11:20:51</strong>
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				Here, the finer points of the Force are taught, such as the Jedi mind trick. The room is not overly large, but has no need to be, as there is far from a large amount of students. Chairs form a large circle about the center desk where the instructor sits, allowing all an equal opportunity to learn. Data pods sit at each desk, giving easy acccess to the lessons being taught, helping the students learn.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>27-05-2006, 00:42:27</strong>
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				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>Sitting at the main desk in the room, she tilts her head as she reads through something. She seems to be thinking on something, and thinking rather hard, though she simply waits patiently for any students to arrive.
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				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>27-05-2006, 00:50:58</strong>
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				Kainae walked in and gave his Master a cheeky grin. "Good morning Master Isulura. It's a lovely day, isn't it?" He casually sat down at the edge of her desk. He had his robes on, and not the skimpy excuse for clothing he had worn the last time she'd seen him.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>27-05-2006, 00:55:45</strong>
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				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>Looking up as she heard Kainae, she returned the smile, though of course hers was far from cheeky.<br><br>"Good morning, Kainae. It is a beautiful day. How are you?" She was wearing her Jedi robes for now, though one could only imagine what she was wearing underneath, or rather the lack thereof.
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				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>27-05-2006, 01:08:50</strong>
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				"Oh, I'm fine. Spent the better part of last night tidying up my room, I expect it would've been much easier if I could move things around with the Force, but it seems I'm not quite there yet." He looked around, with an expression of faked shock on his face. "Don't tell me I'm the first one here?"
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>27-05-2006, 01:10:03</strong>
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				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>"Indeed, many things would be easier. But it's better for you to do those things yourself. After all, I'd hate to see you getting lazy because you use the force too much." Smirking up at him, she leans back in her chair, crossing her long legs under her robes as she watches him.<br><br>"And yes... You're actually the first one here, for once. I'm shocked..."
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				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>27-05-2006, 01:24:03</strong>
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				"Are you sure we got the right time? Or is this to be a private lesson?" He winked at her. He was a compulsive flirt, always trying to get her going. And all the other women aswell, of course. He usually got away with it, the Zeltrons were a well known species across the galaxy, most people knew of them and their little "quirks".
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>27-05-2006, 01:26:27</strong>
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				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>Shaking her head, she simply continued to smirk up at him, hands resting casually in her lap.<br><br>"You'd like that, wouldn't you, Kainae? Sadly, I'm afraid that anyone whom would like to come, will be allowed to participate." Of course she knew of his quirks, but she overlooked them. He hadn't overstepped his boundaries with her, at least not yet. So why try to stop him from being what his species gentically were? That just wasn't fair. Of course, she never seemed to swoon like so many other women, giggling and the like under his attentions. She was, after all, his teacher.
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				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>27-05-2006, 01:34:42</strong>
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				And maybe that was why he seemed to try so much harder with her? Maybe her resistance to his charms made her extra desireable. He never became disrespectfull though, she was his master and he held her in high esteem.<br>"Ah, that is a shame, Master. I will try to hide my dissapointment, as is fitting of a Jedi Knight." He was quite an actor, his faked heart ache was realy good. He gave her a long sigh, but then he smiled at&nbsp; her again.<br>"Well, they better get here soon, I'm ready to go. What will we be studying today then?"
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>27-05-2006, 01:37:15</strong>
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				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>"Yes, I'm certain that you're devestated..." Chuckling, she shook her head as she stood, strolling around towards the large wall that was nothing more than a thick pane of glass, looking out at the goings on around the temple.<br><br>"I thought to open the session with general questions that might have popped up. Things that the other Masters have not covered. Something specific on your mind?"
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				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>27-05-2006, 01:41:04</strong>
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				He glanced at his nails as she walked the room. His refusal to look at her behind was almost demonstrative. Maybe he now thought it best to show her he didn't have a one track mind. "Well, yesterday made me realise just how keen I am to learn to lift things with my mind. It wasn't only because of my room, you kept scolding me for losing my sabre, remember?"
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>27-05-2006, 01:43:46</strong>
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				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>Slowly smiling, she turns to face him.<br><br>"I did. It's excellent that you wish to better yourself for that. It is most useful at times of danger to be able to return your saber, or any weapon for that matter, to your hand... For example.." Glancing to her datapad on the desk, she held her hand out and tilted her head to watch as the pad flew into her hand. Looking to him with another smile, she nodded.<br><br>"Simple when you get it down right. See?"
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				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>27-05-2006, 01:47:24</strong>
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				"Simple for you maybe, Master. I just can't seem to get a hang of it. I tried a little by myself yesterday, but I couldn't get anything to move, no matter how hard I tried." He didn't have any problem admitting his own shortcomings, if he ever were to slip down the Dark path, pride would probably not be the cause.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>27-05-2006, 01:49:28</strong>
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				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>"Perhaps you are trying too hard. You have to be one with the Force, Kainae. Not force it into use." She nods, moving back towards the desk, robes swaying about her legs as she moves.<br><br>"When you are first learning, your mind must be clear of all else... Even pretty girls." She smirked, teasing him gently.
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				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>27-05-2006, 01:53:45</strong>
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				"I'm not sure you are the best person to teach me this then," he said with a smile, having snapped back into flirt mode as soon as she'd given him an opening.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>27-05-2006, 01:56:39</strong>
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				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>Still smirking, she shrugged lightly.<br><br>"I would think I am the perfect person, Kainae... After all, it is me that you spar with most of the time, and it is me that must teach you the ways of the Force. You should not think so much on my beauty, but on my skills."
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				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>27-05-2006, 01:59:23</strong>
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				"You might be right, Master. Besides, if I can clear my mind even of you, then the hardest part is done, isn't it?" He looked at her for a while, not saying anything. He then jumped to his feet, his movements gracefull and catlike enough to rival her own.<br>"I am ready, Master. Show me how."
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>27-05-2006, 02:01:26</strong>
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				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>Nodding slowly, she continues to smile as she watches him move.<br><br>"Are you ready? I doubt that, my padewan. First you will practice your meditations, and once the others are sparring after this class, we will see what you have accomplished in the way of putting me from your mind." Chuckling to herself, she shakes her head, moving to sit once more.
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				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>27-05-2006, 02:04:30</strong>
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				He smiled back at her. "You see right through me, Master. I were thinking about you." He once again sat down, this time in a meditative position. He closed his eyes and tried his best to shut out the world around him.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>27-05-2006, 02:05:41</strong>
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				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>"Of course you were, Kainae..." She wasn't full of herself by any means. She was simply aware, well aware, that he found her attractive. Watching him as he sat to meditate, she nodded to herself, looking to her datapad and punching a few buttons from time to time as she went back to reading.
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				Post by: <strong>Monochromatic</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 15:46:38</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>(( Italic = Flashback type thing. )) </strong><br><br><br>Konsthora paused outside the classroom door and stared at the simple slip of white paper that she held in her hand. Confirming that this was indeed the right place she let out a breath of air that she had only now realized she had held in. Deciding that she couldn’t vary well stand outside of the class room all day – she tucked a wayward strand of dark hair behind her ear. It was either now or never, and she chose now.<br><br><br><em>It had only been about seven months since she left Iridonia when she found herself in that small rundown bar the other day – which inevitably triggered the events in motion that led her here to the Jedi Academy.&nbsp; One of the regulars, clearly having had more then enough to drink, had bumped into her and decided that the best course of action was to attempt to send fist straight to her face. Needless to say it wasn’t his lucky day, so after teaching him how to successfully rough somebody around she retook her seat at the bar, noticing a small slip of paper that wasn’t there before. It was an address to the academy.<br><br>She grinned and stuffed the note in her pocket. Maybe, just maybe this was what she had been waiting for. <br></em><br><br>Her worn leather traveling boots softly thudded against the floor as she entered the classroom and took note of the other occupants. Pausing just inside the door way, she bowed her head in polite acknowledgment.<br><br>“I’m sorry to intrude, but I was told I should come here.”<br><br>She was new, fresh and green; and most definitely eager to learn. Of course she knew of the Jedi, but had never been in close proximity with them before. <br></span>
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 19:18:45</strong>
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				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>Looking up as she hears someone enter, she tilts her head lightly as she listens. Standing, its obvious that she's Jedi, thanks to her robes. Moving around the chairs in the room to the door, she stops just before Konsthora and smiles, offering her hand.<br><br>"Hello... I am Isulura, Jedi Knight and teacher... What is it I can do for you?"
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				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 19:27:42</strong>
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				Kainae didn't move a muscle, but it was hard to keep his concentration. He wanted so badly to open his eyes and have a look at the new commer, but he was supposed to keep the world out and he didn't want to give Isulura the satisfction. It was really difficult for him, he could be very curious at times, especially when there were girls involved.
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				Post by: <strong>Monochromatic</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 20:40:12</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Returning the smile with one of her own, she grasped Isulura’s hand with a firm grip. She wasn’t too sure what she should say; after all, coming was a leap of faith for her. <br><br>“It is a pleasure to meet you, I am Konsthora Saarrl-“<br><br>From the corner of her eye, she noticed Kainae but didn’t acknowledge it. Not wanting to disrupt him. Extending the slip of paper she had been giving at the bar; in invitation for Isulura to take it, she continued.&nbsp; <br><br>“I was given this note the other day, but I didn’t see who gave it to me sadly.” <br>&nbsp;<br></span>
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 21:03:06</strong>
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				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>She was already impressed that Kainae was still doing his meditations. That was a step up for him, after all. There was another woman in the room, and he hadn't moved. Good for him... Taking the piece of paper, she looks at it, then nods, looking up to the girl again, still smiling.<br><br>"Well then, it seems you're right on time. We've just started a class of sorts. Free form really. If you'd care to take a seat, I'll answer any questions that you might have..." Motioning as she walks back to her own desk, she sits once there, crossing her legs under her robes once more as she looks to Konsthora.
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				Post by: <strong>Monochromatic</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 21:18:38</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Sitting, she folded her hands in her lap – her bright green eyes following the movement of the other woman. She couldn’t help but be a bit in awe.<br><br>“Thank you…I really don’t know where to start; or the right questions to ask.”<br><br>The smile never left her, her voice a tad sheepish. <br></span>
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 21:26:14</strong>
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				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>Smiling, she nods, her lekku moving faintly.<br><br>"Oh that's alright. This must be new to you, after all. Why don't we start with what you do know of the Jedi? Then you can ask questions from there, and I can fill in the blanks. How's that?" She continues to smile, not looking to Kainae just yet, nor introducing him just yet.
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				Post by: <strong>Monochromatic</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 21:41:58</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">“I know that the Jedi strive to withhold peace, order, and justice – and to become one is a commitment not to be taken lightly. A strong will is also needed to resist becoming power hungry.”<br><br>Hopefully, she was doing alright. <br><br></span>
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 21:51:55</strong>
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				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>Nodding as she listened, she smiles. <br><br>"Yes, that's very good... What else would do you know? Rumors you've heard, perhaps? Talents with the Force that you have?"
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				Post by: <strong>Monochromatic</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 22:07:00</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>((Sorry if I’m slow – working on an Essay as well xD))</strong><br><br>Racking her mind she thought back on the last couple of months that she had spent here on this planet. Of course she had heard whispers here and there – but nothing overly remarkable.<br><br>“I have, of course, heard mentioning every now and then since I arrived here. Though, I can’t say they were rumors, since whispers tend to follow closely behind any group that has an influence.”<br><br>If it was all possible, the corners of her lips turned up a bit more as her smile widened to flash a set of perfectly white teeth.<br><br>“I do remember when I was younger, that if I concentrated hard enough on an object… I can move it a bit.&nbsp; Not by much but every little bit counts. At first I thought it was just a coincidence, but then it began to happen more often.” <br></span>
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 22:31:12</strong>
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				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>Smiling, she nods yet again. <br><br>"Thats excellent, Konsthora... The Force must be strong with you." She tilts her head, concentrating faintly, then smiles once again as she nods.<br><br>"The Force is indeed strong with you... Now tell me, do you think that you can follow the disciplines of the Jedi? Live for others, for peace?"
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				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 22:33:12</strong>
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				Kainae opened one eye and glanced around the room. He had no choice, he had to take a peak or he'll burst, his curiosity was just to strong. He could only see a little of her in the corner of his eye, but he could tell she was Zabrak, those horns were a dead give away. He guessed she was pretty, she sounded pretty. He'd love to turn his head and give her a good look over, but he resisted and instead he closed his eye. He probably wouldn't find his center again anytime soon though.
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				Post by: <strong>Monochromatic</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 22:36:20</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">“I firmly believe that I can.”<br><br>Her voice had now taken on a more serious lilt to it. She truly did believe that she could, and would strive beyond what she thought were her limits to achieve it.<br><br>“I know the path will not be easy – but I am willing to tread it. Good things come from struggles.” <br>&nbsp;<br></span>
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 22:44:48</strong>
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				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>"I saw that..." She calls over towards Kainae, slowly smiling. She nods as she listens to Konsthora.<br><br>"The right path is hardly ever the easy path, but it seems that you are willing to take that road..." Chuckling, she glances towards Kainae.<br><br>"You'll never get your center back again, come meet your new classmate..." 
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				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 22:49:25</strong>
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				"Finally!" Kainae said and jumped off the desk he was sitting at. "I had hoped you would call me on it much sooner, Master." He walked over to the new student, she was in fact pretty, just as he had guessed, and rather short. Not that he minded that of course, variety was the spice of life. He bowed deeply. "I am Kainae, a true pleasure to meet you."
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				Post by: <strong>Monochromatic</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 22:56:35</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">As Kainae jumped off the desk; she had to hold back a small snicker at his enthusiasm.&nbsp; She looked him over finding the rich color of his skin to be alluring and also a dead give away to his heritage.<br><br>“A pleasure to meet you as well Kainae, I’m Konsthora.”<br><br>Not sure if he had heard her name the first time when she spoke to Isulura, do to his concentration on his lesson’s she repeated it.<br></span>
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 22:59:19</strong>
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				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>Shaking her head lightly as she watches Kainae move over, she remains silent for now, simply watching the pair. She was all too aware of Kainae's... enthusiasm for women, but she'd warn the girl, and of course keep her eye on them both.<br><br>"Perhaps you might like to show her around for me, Kainae?"
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				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 23:05:16</strong>
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				"Of course Master, how could I refuse? I am most honored you would trust me with such an important mission." He grinned at his teacher, and then he beamed a smile at Konsthora, winking at her. Showing pretty girls around the academy sure was more fun than meditating.
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				Post by: <strong>Monochromatic</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 23:16:57</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">“The prospect of a tour is greatly appreciated; I have a knack for getting myself lost at times.”<br><br>She tossed a smile his way in thanks. It wouldn’t do to have her walking into the wrong rooms all the time.<br><br>“Thank you for your time.”<br></span>
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>30-05-2006, 00:04:36</strong>
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				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>"But of course, Kainae..." Looking between the two, she smirks.<br><br>"You're quite welcome. Let me know if you have need of something. And watch his hands." Looking to Kainae, she winks, then stands, turning to start towards the large window.
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				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>30-05-2006, 00:40:46</strong>
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				Kainae glared at Isulura in fake anger, but then he grinned and turned to leave. "No need to watch out for my hands at all, I assure you miss. They are suprisingly gentle," he said with a smile as he waited for Konsthora to join him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Classroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monochromatic</strong> on <strong>30-05-2006, 05:44:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">She shook her head to the side as a small chuckle that she couldn’t hold back broke through. She had a feeling that she’d like it just fine here. With a finger idly tapping her chin she followed Kainae.<br><br>“Ready when you are.”<br></span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Classroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>30-05-2006, 14:20:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>"But of course, Kainae... How silly of me. Do be back in time for sparring, you need to work on that remember." Nodding, she stood at the window, staring out at the scene before her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Classroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>31-05-2006, 02:43:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't worry master, I've begun to treasure my daily humiliations at your hands, I wouldn't miss it for the world," he yelled back to Isulura as he left. As they walked down the hall he turned to Konsthora and beamed a smile at her. "There, alone at last, miss. Any idea what you want to see first? My own quarters is usually a popular part of the tour," he said with a big grin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Classroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monochromatic</strong> on <strong>31-05-2006, 03:38:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size"><br>She grinned and rolled her eyes in false annoyance at the mentioning of his room. She could tell already that he was somebody who she’d be able to get along with. Crossing her arms across her chest – she cupped her left elbow in her hand and tapped her chin.</span><br><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size"><br>“I’m sure it is, but how about someplace that I’ll <strong>actually</strong> go.” </span><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Classroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>31-05-2006, 22:21:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>Watching the pair leave, she chuckles as she hears the girls response to Kainae's offer. Good for her. Staring out at the city, she shook her head, then turned, looking to her data pad as a message came in on it. Frowning, she sighs and turns to move around the classroom, cleaning things here and there, readying for any more students that might arrive.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Classroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>01-06-2006, 09:41:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=4198.msg195624#msg195624">Quote from: Monochromatic on 31-05-2006, 03:38:25</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><br>“I’m sure it is, but how about someplace that I’ll <strong>actually</strong> go.” </span><br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Right, good thinking," Kainae said. "Maybe we should save it and make that the last stop of the tour." He grinned at her and started leading her down the halls of the academy.<br><br>Exit: Training Room
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