[Reach for the Stars] Training Room
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				Title: <strong>[Reach for the Stars] Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>05-03-2006, 11:17:34</strong>
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				A rather large room, with wall to wall mats. One wall is entirely made to be a window, the other three walls lined with seats so that students and anyone else may observe the going ons of the room. Here, the young ones learn to wield their light sabers and fight hand to hand. On the far side of the room, doors lead to seperate rooms for the young men and women to shower, change, or freshen up after their lessons. The entire training area is simple, yet has proven very effective.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>05-03-2006, 18:59:14</strong>
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				ALone in the training room for now, she moves through one of her many forms. Meditating as she seems to fight an invisible opponent, sweat gently beads her brow. She's been doing this for several hours, but still has yet to tire. Practice makes perfect. Her mind and her body were her main weapons, without them the Force was useless. So, she practiced as always, this time it happened to be alone while the students were still settling in, and her Master was elsewhere.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>05-03-2006, 23:02:02</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>In fact, her former instructor just happened to be coming that way.&nbsp; Torven stood in the doorway for a few minutes before announcing his presence.&nbsp; She might detect him anyway, given their connection and her powers.&nbsp; Either way, he remained silent for a while, just watching as his attractive ex-student went through her forms.&nbsp; Eventually, he smiled and opined, "Bring that right arm up, you still keep dropping it just a little too much.&nbsp; Makes an easy opening."
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>06-03-2006, 00:14:09</strong>
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				Of course, she'd known that he was there. But when he spoke, it made her smile anyways. Bringing the form to a close, she turns to face him, stretching her arms slowly over her head.<br><br>"Still not enough of an opening for you to get through, Master..." She continues to smile as she walks towards him, wiping lightly at the sweat on her forehead. She still refered to him as Master, for to her, he really truly was her Master and teacher, regardless of the fact that they were now in the same place.<br><br>"And to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" She enjoyed their banter and teasings from time to time, liking to think that it helped keep them both somewhat lighthearted. Stopping before him, she tilted her head to watch him, a hand falling to her well curved, bare hip. She wasn't wearing her usual leathers, instead wearing a pair of low riding black pants, loose and flowing, and a small black top to match.
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				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>06-03-2006, 00:22:38</strong>
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				Fierash quietly padded into the training room, noting the presence of the others.&nbsp; He had spent much time in meditation lately, so much in fact that he was beginning to fall behind on his other studies.&nbsp; So now he had to work extra hard at it.<br><br>He settled onto a mat near the corner and closed his eyes, his tail absently curling around his legs as he slipped into a light meditative trace.&nbsp; Should the others want him,they would certainly let him know.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>06-03-2006, 03:22:32</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>"Perhaps . . . come to my next lesson with the apprentices and we can see," Torven replied with a matching smile, "And you don't need to call me master, we're of equal standing with the Order.&nbsp; In fact, since I've been a knight for nearly three decades, I may be in lower standing."&nbsp; The fact that he would likely never be dubbed a Master officially was something Torven had come to terms with a long time ago.&nbsp; He'd always be one of the Order's swordsmasters.<br><br>Stepping into the room, and nodding toward the student who'd entered and begun meditating, he shrugged, "Is it unusual for the Order's top swordsmaster to come to the training room?&nbsp; Alright, perhaps one of the top swordsmasters."<br><br>Torven took in her attire appreciatively, though forced himself to think of her as a practicing student rather than anything else.&nbsp; He brushed back his outer robe absently and hooked his thumbs in the belt of his flight suit.&nbsp; He wasn't much of a pilot, but the suit worked very nicely in his line of training and instruction.&nbsp; It was loose enough to allow free movement yet tight enough not to get in the way line traditional robes could.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>06-03-2006, 14:04:21</strong>
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				Smirking, she simply nods, brushing fingers over her forehead again. <br><br>"I shall consider it an invitation and a challenege, Master..." She tilts he rhead at his mention that she has no need to call him Master, then smiles as she shrugs.<br><br>"Forgive me, old habits die hard, Mas- Torven..." The name felt foreign on her tongue, and she frowned faintly, as if thinking on it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>06-03-2006, 20:34:39</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>For his part, the other Jedi chuckled, "Don't worry about it, when we're alone, whatever's most comfortable for you.&nbsp; Some of the master'd have a fit, though, if you do that around them."&nbsp; Torven was generally lax about such things, though it was a reminder of what he'd never achieve.&nbsp; On the mats, in practices, he was very strict, however.&nbsp; Afterall, what he taught was a matter of life and death, survival and dissolution.<br><br>Unthinkingly, his eyes roamed briefly over Isulura, taking in her close beauty once more.&nbsp; While the new Order had taken away the restrictions on love and marriage, supposedly because of Master Skywalker's father, he still hadn't been able to bring himself to fully think of her . . . well, he had, but had shut it away.&nbsp; Possibly because of how he'd found her.&nbsp; Probably that, yes.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: NikitaFirestar</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Noticing how he'd paused as he looked at her, Isulura's mind brushes against his lightly. <em>"Is everything alright, Master?"</em></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em>Of course, nothing unusual.&nbsp; Just thinking is all.</em>&nbsp; He simply thought, having no talent with telepathic contact yet, except when one or the other was in trouble.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>06-03-2006, 20:44:33</strong>
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				And with the simple thought, she was able to hear it, nodding slowly as she watched him.<br><br>"As you wish..." Something about the way she spoke let him know that she didn't believe him, but she let it go for now. She glanced over to the student that had entered the room, then looked back to Torven. <br><br>"Perhaps you'd care to join me in my quarters for tea? I have just recently purchased more of your favorite kind..."
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>06-03-2006, 22:42:34</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>The swordsmaster nodded his assent, "Of course, Isulura.&nbsp; Why don't you go on ahead, I should see if Fierash requires anything.&nbsp; I'll be along in a minute or two, or will send word if I will be detained longer."&nbsp; Torven waited to see if that would be alright with her before doing anything else.<br><br>Assuming it was fine, he bowed a little at her leaving, then approached the Farghul.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>06-03-2006, 22:44:21</strong>
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				"Of course, Master." Nodding her head, she bowed lightly, glancing again to Fierash before moving out of the room.<br><br>Exit: Isulura's Quarters
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				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>06-03-2006, 23:03:06</strong>
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				Fierash lifted his head as the other approached, slipping out of his meditative trance and looked at the other inquiringly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>07-03-2006, 01:18:59</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>After Isulura left, Torven knelt and gently touched Fierash's shoulder.&nbsp; "Hello, am I disturbing anything," he asked, adding, "Is there anything you need?"&nbsp; He waited, partially hoping that the Farghul would like something, partially hoping that he wouldn't.&nbsp; BEing alone, in a private place with Isulura, while highly tempting, was exactly that, highly tempting.
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				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>07-03-2006, 05:10:46</strong>
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				"No, thank you."&nbsp; He replied softly, a bit surprised by the interruption.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>07-03-2006, 05:25:19</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>The knight nodded and backed off a bit.&nbsp; "In that case, good luck with your practice," Torven said, equally quietly, "I'll see you tomorrow for lessons, then."&nbsp; With that, he turned and glided out of the room and a fair pace.&nbsp; Not quite a run, but not a trudge either, a brisk walk.<br><br>-&gt; To Isulura's Quarters
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				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>07-03-2006, 05:33:37</strong>
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				His trance disturbed, the Farghul pulled out his double sided lightsaber and began to practice a series of drills and attacks with it.&nbsp; He always seemed to be a bit behind the others when it came to combat practice.&nbsp; Undoubtably due to the pacificistic nature of his people.
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				Post by: <strong>Tahiri Anashia</strong> on <strong>10-03-2006, 02:18:51</strong>
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				After a few hours Kaylin enters into the training area.&nbsp; She glances about curiously as she enters allowing a slight sway to form in her hips as she moves foreward.&nbsp; Her mother had head that it was appealing to the opposite sex, and that eventually she should prefect it though she doubted that was true.&nbsp; As she entered into the room she slid her hands down to rest on the hilts of her lightsabers, raising them up with quick flick of the wrists and activating them.&nbsp; She goes through a moderately difficult training drill, slashing, parrying and cutting with clean precision as she moved foreward.
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				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>11-03-2006, 03:26:38</strong>
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				The Farghul pauses as Kaylin enters, his double lightsaber stilling as he watched her for a few moments.&nbsp; He figured that she was better than he was but that didn't bother him very much.&nbsp; Violence wasn't his thing.<br><br>"Excuse me."&nbsp; He said politely as he drew near to her, not close enough to interfere.&nbsp; "Would you care to practice together?"&nbsp; His tail swished back and forth slightly.
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				Post by: <strong>Tahiri Anashia</strong> on <strong>11-03-2006, 03:31:54</strong>
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				"if that is what you'd wish" she says with a calm demeanor.&nbsp; She turns her attention toward the felinoid, raises her sabers preparing to spar with him.&nbsp; She moves the sabers and connects them at the base bringing herself to be equal with him in power and limitations.
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				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>11-03-2006, 03:35:21</strong>
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				"Thank you."&nbsp; He gave a polite half bow then dropped into a defensive stance, figuring that he was going to get soundly beaten.&nbsp; His advantages were in other areas than raw combat power.&nbsp; "Shall we begin?"
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				Post by: <strong>Tahiri Anashia</strong> on <strong>11-03-2006, 03:40:29</strong>
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				"very well" she smiles and awaits for him to launch his attack against her.&nbsp; She moves into an effective defensive stance preparing to launch herself fully against him once he does.
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				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>11-03-2006, 04:37:48</strong>
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				And so he stands there, awaiting her first move.&nbsp; Silent and waiting to see who would make the first move, his green double lightsaber humming softly in the near silence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tahiri Anashia</strong> on <strong>11-03-2006, 04:40:38</strong>
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				She smiles and starts it off with a quick test blow aimed at his legs well moving foreward for a vertical slash aimed right at his face using the bo stick like nature of this configuration to add levarage to her blow and an attempt for a quick and simple kill blow.
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				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>11-03-2006, 04:51:01</strong>
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				Fierash hopped over the slashing blade and concentrated on blocking the attacks as they came.&nbsp; He was more focused on defending himself than trying to 'win'.
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				Post by: <strong>Tahiri Anashia</strong> on <strong>11-03-2006, 04:54:29</strong>
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				Kaylin on the other hand seems more focused on defeating her foe, disarming, or at the least stunning her opponent with a quick and precise series of strikes.&nbsp; She aims with swift precision moving her body back and forth as she tries to keep on the move and keep both blades moving.&nbsp; She attempts horizonal verticle and diagonal slashes, thrusts and parries.&nbsp; striking out with a foot occasionaly as she pushes the offense toward the jedi.
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				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>11-03-2006, 04:58:48</strong>
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				"Stop."&nbsp; He finally calls, having been pushed to the point of stopping or facing injury.&nbsp; He lowers then deactivates his lightsaber as he steps back from her.&nbsp; "Well done."&nbsp; He says simply, bowing to her superior skill.
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				Post by: <strong>Tahiri Anashia</strong> on <strong>11-03-2006, 05:01:29</strong>
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				She bows and smiles as her blades retract "thank you, you did well.&nbsp; although your a bit to much on the defense.&nbsp; dispite what the jedi believe a battle cannot be won on defense alone" she comments and then slips her hands around his waist "here let me show you some things" she tries to help him establish some mroe offensive stratagies. if he doesn't push her away that is.
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				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>11-03-2006, 05:04:18</strong>
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				He gladly accepts all the help that he can get.&nbsp; "I thank you for your assistance."&nbsp; He replies simply and lets her teach him a few new tricks.
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				Post by: <strong>Tahiri Anashia</strong> on <strong>11-03-2006, 05:05:19</strong>
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				"now see when you slash like this is leaves you open to preform a combo like this" she proceeds to show him how to get a good four or five attacks off in a few seconds although leaving her defenses down it places the oponent on the defensive.
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				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>11-03-2006, 05:15:23</strong>
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				The felinoid remains quiet yet attentive the entire time, not wanting to break her concentration and to absorb as much information as possible.&nbsp; "I see."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tahiri Anashia</strong> on <strong>11-03-2006, 05:16:06</strong>
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				Finally she backs up and takes a seat to the side watching the felinoid practice.
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				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>11-03-2006, 22:22:09</strong>
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				He concentrates, quickly catching on to what he'd been taught and demonstrated.&nbsp; For which he was grateful.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>12-03-2006, 10:18:08</strong>
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				Moving into the training room ahead of Torven, she glances about, wearing her robes for now, eyes settling on the students with in the room. Glancing back to Torven, she smiled, waiting for him to join her inside.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>12-03-2006, 17:01:52</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>Torven entered at Isulura's side.&nbsp; His eyes surveyed the room in a few heartbeats, an old instinct from hsi gladiatorial days.&nbsp; He notice Fierash trying out something new while Kaylin watched.&nbsp; There was something . . . yes, it was a move based on one he'd taught her a few weeks ago.&nbsp; Really, it was meant for being used with twin 'sabers rather than the staff configuration, but she seemed to have modified it a bit.&nbsp; Interesting.&nbsp; She still had a lot to learn, but she was progressing nicely.&nbsp; And probably getting help from someone else, since he didn't teach the staff-saber beyond the most basic form, itslef modified from his knowledge of the force pike.<br><br>For the moment, he simply stood quietly and watched.&nbsp; His eyes flashed to Isulura from time to time, silently communicating with her about the Farghul and Human apprentices.
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				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>12-03-2006, 20:40:04</strong>
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				The Farghul finishes the last series of moves then goes absolutely still for several heartbeats.&nbsp; He acknowledges the two jedi that had entered since he started then deactivates his lightsaber, as if waiting for something to happen.
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				Post by: <strong>Tahiri Anashia</strong> on <strong>12-03-2006, 21:35:07</strong>
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				Kaylin watches the two and crosses her arms over her chest leaning agianst the wall.&nbsp; She didn't think to highly of her teachers but she did show them some respect with a slight nod.&nbsp; As a result of the nod her brown hair does a slight dance for them before she moves foreward to stand next to the less experienced student.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>12-03-2006, 22:08:24</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>The swordsmaster gave Kaylin a small nod and Fierash a smile and nod.&nbsp; "I'm impressed, Fierash, you're getting better.&nbsp; So long as Kaylin doesn't give you too much practice on flash and not enough on practicality," Torven was very big on practicality, though he acknowledged that show had its place, mostly before a fight began.&nbsp; And Kaylin was quite good with her weapon, though he'd been asked by some masters to help her work on humility.<br><br>He turned to Kaylin to ask, "When did you modify that move?&nbsp; And when did you teach it to him?"
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				Post by: <strong>Tahiri Anashia</strong> on <strong>12-03-2006, 22:45:58</strong>
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				"the modifications are from various holocron references, and text references....I modified it a week ago.&nbsp; Then, I just showed it to him" Kaylin says as she stands and looks to her master curiously.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>12-03-2006, 22:51:46</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He nodded and tossed a quick glance at Isulura.&nbsp; "And who, apprentice, accessed the holocron for you?&nbsp; We haven't used any in class," Torven returned, "And I haven't used any in your private lessons."<br><br>The Jedi was interested.&nbsp; As a student, he knew she wasn't supposed to be capable of accessing the memory devices.&nbsp; Even if she could, he knew she shouldn't be accessing them unsupervised anyway.&nbsp; He'd studied quite a few of the ones that dealt with fighting styles, in his attempts to reconstruct Old Order forms.
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				Post by: <strong>Tahiri Anashia</strong> on <strong>12-03-2006, 23:01:19</strong>
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				"I talked the guardian into answering a few questions thats all.&nbsp; It didn't allow me past apprentice level material as far as i know" She says innocently, as she tries to shield her thoughts from him.&nbsp; She knew she'd likely get in trouble if she was caught tampering with the holocrons.&nbsp; Especially in manners like this.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>12-03-2006, 23:41:24</strong>
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				Isulura's silent for a long moment, watching the younger girl. Finally, she steps alongside of Torven, glancing to the other student before looking back to Kaylin.<br><br>"Is that so? And which holocron did you use?" She remained calm, not letting any emotions show, her own more than well guarded. That was, after all, one of her strong points.
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				Post by: <strong>Tahiri Anashia</strong> on <strong>12-03-2006, 23:49:55</strong>
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				"does it really matter? I used several.&nbsp; I spend much of my time in the library consorting with the holocrons and such." She says defensively.&nbsp; Which was the truth and could easily be found on the security footage if the such existed.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>13-03-2006, 00:02:50</strong>
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				"It matters because I asked, young one..." She continues to watch her for a long moment before glancing to Torven, falling silent.
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				Post by: <strong>Tahiri Anashia</strong> on <strong>13-03-2006, 00:12:47</strong>
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				Kaylin sighs and takes out her datapad writing out some information in proper reference method and then handing it to the older knight.&nbsp; There are about 30 references on it, and references to key areas and portions of the holocron.&nbsp; "very well"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>13-03-2006, 00:23:04</strong>
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				Fierash remained silent as the knights were speaking with the other padawan.&nbsp; He didn't know what to say in this senario so it was probably better to remain silent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>13-03-2006, 01:35:45</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>The swordsmaster nodded.&nbsp; "I see . . . you've been accessing holocrons without a Knight or Master . . . which is supposed to be impossible for various safety reasons," Torven said quietly, with a hint of menace, as Isulura dealt with the list, "I'm going to have to report this to the Council, Kaylin.&nbsp; It is a serious offence.&nbsp; And, until the Council's decision, I am revoking your library privledges."<br><br>He really didn't want to be the heavy here, but sometimes it was necessary.&nbsp; Especially for the protection of the apprentices.&nbsp; Torven shuddered inwardly at the thought.&nbsp; He'd seen one of his fellow students stray too far and descend.&nbsp; It hadn't been pretty.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tahiri Anashia</strong> on <strong>13-03-2006, 01:54:11</strong>
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				"and since when did the Jedi Council have influence over the activities of a Baadu Jedi?&nbsp; Last I checked our order had deviated from your teachings eons ago.&nbsp; I feel the Council has no more influence over our activities then they do over the Monks of Shimmra, the Sorcerors of Wavkani, or the Dathmiri force witches." she said as she looked defiantly at him.&nbsp; Putting up the best arguement she could think of in hopes of maintaining her strong belief in freedom, and her right to learn.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>13-03-2006, 05:02:18</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>Despite his anger and annoyance, Torven managed a light, seemingly amused tone.&nbsp; "And here, the last time I checked, the Council of the New Jedi Order owned, operated, and ruled over this temple and the school within it," he looked to Isulura with a bit of mock surprise, "The Republic didn't turn it over to someone else did they?&nbsp; I didn't miss a memo?"&nbsp; The defiant look didn't work well.&nbsp; First, he was too old and experienced for that.&nbsp; Secondly, he'd faced down innumerable species of myriad appearances, some truly hideous, in his time fighting in the arenas.&nbsp; No little Human girl was likely to faze him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>14-03-2006, 03:53:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Farghul slowly moved to stand near Isulura, being somewhat protected from the barrage of words by her.&nbsp; He remained silent and still, his hands tucked into the sleeves of his robe and the lightsaber hanging docile at his side.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tahiri Anashia</strong> on <strong>14-03-2006, 04:41:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She rolled her eyes "and you think that'd stop me? I could still access the material...i'm sure given time and meditation i could move the library to my quarters" she says as she stared at the older prehaps more expeirenced master.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>14-03-2006, 05:08:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>The swordsmaster shook his head.&nbsp; "I have no doubt, now, that you'd try," Torven said, his tone dropping dangerously, "Which was a very stupid thing to say, quite honestly.&nbsp; It is obvious to me that you've not learned a single thing under any tutelage here.&nbsp; I'm tempted to revoke all your privledges to do anything save going to lessons.&nbsp; It is obvious that you've not learned to control your emotions.&nbsp; You've not learned the first basic lesson of patience that the younglings pick up in their first year.&nbsp; And you've not learned the first lesson that I teach all of my students."<br><br>Without a second's thought, Torven held out his hands, "Due to these breeches, I'll be confiscating your 'sabers until further notice.&nbsp; You can hand them over willingly, or we can do this the hard way.&nbsp; Your call."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tahiri Anashia</strong> on <strong>14-03-2006, 05:21:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				she smiles and takes up her sabers tinkering with each before handing them over and pocketing something.&nbsp; "very well, and on a side note i have learned patiance, I just don't always practice it.&nbsp; I've learned the patiance of going over vast quantities of information, just to learn a handful of new things.&nbsp; I've learned the patiance of practicing what little i do learn, until I feel i am adept at it enough to continue my studies into the next topic?&nbsp; Patiance has many virtues and avenues master." she says with a smile as she moves to take a seat in the corner.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>14-03-2006, 06:18:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He shook his head, almost sadly, as he accepted the weapons.&nbsp; "Removing parts does nothing, child," Torven said quietly, calming down a bit, "But, this is why, despite certain talent, you have not advanced beyond mere apprenticeship.&nbsp; You understand the theory of patience, but have not truly learned it, as my master once said.&nbsp; Patience is not truly learned until it is applied to all of life.&nbsp; Especially sparring, whether physically or verbally."<br><br>He handed the 'sabers to Isulura.&nbsp; Then Torven walked to the middle of the room and turned to face the small group of students that was gathering for his lesson.&nbsp; "What, Ariec, is the very first lesson you were taught in this room?" he asked, drawing out a young Human, who couldn't be more than eleven or twelve.<br><br>"Never tell your opponent what you're going to do.&nbsp; Never tell your secrets to your opponent, master," the boy replied.<br><br>"Excellent, Ariec.&nbsp; And a very important lesson it is, probably the most important one I learned before joining the Order," the Jedi replied.&nbsp; He left the reasons unsaid, his past was hardly hidden, in fact, he rather thought it was common knowledge in the Temple.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>14-03-2006, 14:23:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She's getting rather irritated with the girl as well, but she hides it just as well as Torven does. She nods her support to him, then takes the sabers when they are handed to her, she holds them for now, waiting and watching him. For now, she's silent, though she's no doubt got several things on her mind, things she'd like to say. After watching Torven with his students for a while, she turns, moving gracefully out of the training room, then sabers tucked into her robes as she goes.<br><br>Exit: The Great Hall
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>17-03-2006, 19:22:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Farghul goes back to the corner where he'd been originally then plops back down comfortably.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>17-03-2006, 21:57:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>Noting the silence in the room, Torven smiled at Fierash as the other students filed in.&nbsp; "Fierash . . . toss me that short sword back there, the slightly curved one, if you would," he called, "And please get Ms. Tepetson one of the communal 'sabers."<br><br>The Jedi stepped to the middle of the practice area and made sure there was plenty of room around him.&nbsp; "Ms. Tepetson, if you please . . ."&nbsp; He'd decided it was a good time to teach an important lesson.&nbsp; Maybe she'd actually learn something about underestimating people for once.&nbsp; Probably not, but he could hope.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>17-03-2006, 21:59:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fierash rose gracefully back to his feet then walked over to get the requested items.&nbsp; He handed the jedi master the short sword and then the student the training saber.&nbsp; Without another word, he returned to where he'd been seated a moment before.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tahiri Anashia</strong> on <strong>17-03-2006, 22:40:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kaylin takes the saber and keeps it deactivated but at a raised level.&nbsp; &nbsp;She watches it pondering if the blade had a kortosis weave in it, if that was the case she was far outclassed by her opponent and stood no chance.&nbsp; she slowly lowered herself and prepared for the battle to begin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>17-03-2006, 22:53:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>The knight accepted the weapon from Fierash.&nbsp; It was one of his personal collection, kept in the room for practice bouts.&nbsp; A short, slightly curved, wakizashi-like blade with a two-handed hilt.&nbsp; After tossing the scabbard to the side, Torven held the weapon point down in one hand.&nbsp; He kept the sword at a forty-five degree angle from his body pointing right.&nbsp; His stance was loose and tall, as if daring hs opponent.<br><br>"Watch closely, students," he instructed, making no claims explicitly, "Kaylin, you have all the advantages . . . a lightsaber against steel, longer reach with your weapon, and I will use no Force powers.&nbsp; Until three minutes have passed, one of use is disarmed, or 'dead'.&nbsp; Whenever you're ready."&nbsp; His position was, despite its open nature, a defensive stance he'd used countless times in the arenas.&nbsp; In fact, he hadn't known it then, but the Jedi incorporated a similar stance in their Soresu form.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tahiri Anashia</strong> on <strong>17-03-2006, 23:15:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kaylin assumes the confident stance of Makashi, moving foreward in an elligant, precise, calm, almost deadly movement.&nbsp; Her saber spins about in several small semi-circles, confident in her chances against a stance more designed for fighting blasters then hand to hand.&nbsp; She moves in preforming a swift cut aimed across his torso just above his stomache as she brings her foot around in a side kick aimed at his crotch.&nbsp; &nbsp; Her eyes calm and relaxed as she focused more on the dance then the emotions that filled her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>18-03-2006, 01:21:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>The swordmaster watched Kaylin approach.&nbsp; His lips held a small smile.&nbsp; Right off the bat she'd underestimated her opponent.&nbsp; As her lightsaber came across, he brought his short sword up.&nbsp; The back of the blade caught the saber, was not damaged, and deflected the blow.<br><br>Torven stepped forward, letting her shin connect with his leg as his weapon snapped around his head and dove in a two-handed swing right for her exposed neck.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tahiri Anashia</strong> on <strong>18-03-2006, 01:34:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Karen drops to her knee as she sees the attack coming and rotates her wrist cutting off the attack she had had in mind and using the single handed movements of her style to bring the saber into the path of the blade hoping to dismember the blade at the hilt, and posibly take off a finger or two.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>18-03-2006, 06:28:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>Flowing with the initial rhythm of the combat, Torven continued his swing.&nbsp; He was a bit surprised that she recovered so quickly, but his steel alloy met her energy blade with a clash of sparks.&nbsp; At the same time, his foot lashed out in a kick aimed for her head.&nbsp; That one wasn't in any Jedi manual or training.&nbsp; It was pure blood and sand arena stuff.&nbsp; The Council might get upset about his use of that in practices and instruction, but he felt the students needed to know that most of their real world opponents would fight dirty.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tahiri Anashia</strong> on <strong>18-03-2006, 09:32:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kaylin is nearly knocked off her feet by the blow to the head.&nbsp; She staggers backwards and tries to take a moment to recover her face aching from the unexpected blow.&nbsp; She quickly tries to orient herself and focus on defending the death blow that is likely to follow such an attack, its what she would do in such a situtation, strike to disorient then strike again to take advantage of the momentary weakness that followed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>18-03-2006, 17:47:19</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=4195.msg147922#msg147922">Quote from: Tahiri/Anashia on 18-03-2006, 09:32:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kaylin is nearly knocked off her feet by the blow to the head.&nbsp; She staggers backwards and tries to take a moment to recover her face aching from the unexpected blow.&nbsp; She quickly tries to orient herself and focus on defending the death blow that is likely to follow such an attack, its what she would do in such a situtation, strike to disorient then strike again to take advantage of the momentary weakness that followed.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Torven</strong><br><br>For his part, Torven just brought the back of his blade straight down from where it had connected with her's.&nbsp; Inside her guard, he reverse swung with speed and strength, pulling up enough to the metal kissed her skin.&nbsp; "Dead," he murmured, then backed off.&nbsp; With a small flourish, he spun the sword while the scabbard floated to his hand, as he sheathed the weapon, he spoke to the assembly, "Your opponents in the field won't necessarily fight with the forms and styles the old Jedi used.&nbsp; Never assume that they will, even if they use a stance or position you know.&nbsp; They will switch styles, forms, weapons.&nbsp; They will fight dirty.&nbsp; Be ready for it.&nbsp; Learn to fluidly switch between forms and maneuvers yourselves."<br><br>He held out a hand to Kaylin, "Kaylin here just taught you all a lesson, seeing as she's currently the best in the class.&nbsp; And she tried switching forms around in her initial attack.&nbsp; All of you, form up into partners, you've got an hour to spar with each other.&nbsp; Then I want all of you to get a copy of the security record and watch this bout tonight.&nbsp; Study and analyze it for tomorrow's lesson.&nbsp; Let us both know where we made mistakes."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tahiri Anashia</strong> on <strong>18-03-2006, 19:18:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She waits for him to finish and then smiles slyly "may i try again with a second saber, or a double bladed master?" she asks clearly wanting a second chance to strike at the master.&nbsp; A second chance to earn her honor back as she saw it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>19-03-2006, 00:44:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>"Maybe later, Kaylin," Torven replied, matching her smile, "Ought to get you some Jar'kai practice against a force pike some time soon."&nbsp; Right now, however, he wanted the others to get some practice.&nbsp; And he wanted to contact the Council.&nbsp; About her, of course.&nbsp; But, he had to observe the class and help out the other students.&nbsp; Most of them needed practice.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>19-03-2006, 00:59:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fierash rose to his feet, waiting for either permission to leave or instructions to join the practice.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tahiri Anashia</strong> on <strong>19-03-2006, 01:07:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Karen attempts to help the other students were she can, if she notices any who appear to be having trouble with their technique she moves in behind them and offers to help them.&nbsp; Using her body to guide their movements until they seem to get a feel for what they are trying to do instead of what they were doing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>19-03-2006, 01:09:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With a shrug, Fierash decides that he's done training for the time being and moves to the Great Hall.<br><br>To: Great Hall.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>19-03-2006, 01:17:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>The swordsmaster watched for a bit, then came over to Kaylin, "Kaylin . . . I appreciate the sentiment, but you need more work yourself.&nbsp; Get a practice 'saber and find a partner."&nbsp; Honestly, he did appreciate the sentiment, but he also didn't want her screwing up any of the students.&nbsp; He'd already had three he'd had to work with privately over the last month to undo the conflicting instructions she'd given them.&nbsp; <br><br>Torven shook his head as he moved over to help one of those same students.&nbsp; She always seemed to want to make the others conform to her favoured forms, rather than helping with the ones that fit their personality and styles.&nbsp; Everyone, he knew from his time in the arenas, needed something different.&nbsp; That was one reason he'd spent so much time reconstructing as many of the Old Order's forms as possible.&nbsp; And he'd thrown that structure out the proverbial window in order to tailor his instruction to individual student needs.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tahiri Anashia</strong> on <strong>19-03-2006, 01:24:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"to whom should i practice with and am i premited a second saber?" she asks curiously eager to return to her prefered styles of combat as opposed to how they taught her.&nbsp; Fighting with one saber was fine in her eyes, but she prefered to chaos and structure offered by the abbility to slide in between the 3 primary lightsaber combinations,&nbsp; She was aware of additional ones but the abbility to shift between them gave her an edge in combat because she could quickly confuse the enemy in a series of attacks.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>19-03-2006, 06:35:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He shook his head, "Practice your single blade techniques for today . . . with twin 'sabers, people tend to rely too heavily on their weapons.&nbsp; Focus on your footwork and defensive maneuvers.&nbsp; And remember, a Jedi only fights when necessary.&nbsp; We never start the fight, but we always finish it."&nbsp; Well, almost always.&nbsp; Obviously, the opposition had during the Purge.&nbsp; But, he told himself, there were extenuating circumstances then.&nbsp; Ones which he had no intention of seeing in the New Order.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tahiri Anashia</strong> on <strong>19-03-2006, 06:37:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"ha tell that to the Vong" she says as she does as told by herself, moving about with considerable agility, going through slashes, thrusts and parries.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>19-03-2006, 19:40:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He pretended not to hear.&nbsp; He wasn't going to be drawn into verbal sparring with a student, especially when Isulura wasn't around.&nbsp; She tended to keep him calm.&nbsp; Instead, Torven moved around and tapped another student to spar with her.&nbsp; The one he'd chosne ought to give her an intersting time.&nbsp; While he wasn't the most advanced 'saber student in the class, Torven picked him because he was a Dug.&nbsp; The shift of species would be an interesting test for Kaylin, he decided.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tahiri Anashia</strong> on <strong>19-03-2006, 20:31:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She grins at the Dug and doesn't push herself at all, just trying to match the students level.&nbsp; She quickly adjusts herself to that level and tries to match the creatures superior level of agility.&nbsp; She smirks as she tries to get the student used to a pattern of strike strike parry, strike strike parry, strike strike parry.&nbsp; until finally she changes the pattern thrusting straight at his heart after a sideways strike.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>22-03-2006, 20:32:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>Once the practice time was over, Torven clapped his hands.&nbsp; "Alright, everyone, good job today.&nbsp; You're dismissed, hit the showers befroe you stink up your next class," he announced, "And remember to get that security recording to review too.&nbsp; There'll be a test tomorrow."&nbsp; That always got 'em working and wondering.&nbsp; To date, he'd never actually given a test, as such, but it kept them on their toes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tahiri Anashia</strong> on <strong>23-03-2006, 01:30:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kaylin glares as she passes by her 'master' clearly disliking him at this point.&nbsp; It wasn't out of disrespect but she did consider her punishment unjust and unfair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>23-03-2006, 05:08:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>The swordmaster apparently didn't notice the glare, or simply ignored it.&nbsp; In fact, he was one of the first to leave the room.&nbsp; On a mission, of his own, Torven strode swiftly toward one of the storage offices.&nbsp; He needed to get that request put in, then to contact the Council about the rest of Kaylin's punishment.<br><br><strong>Alest</strong><br><br>Shortly after Torven left, another Human showed up.&nbsp; A master, he stood near the doorway and looked over everyone who was leaving.&nbsp; Finally, he spotted the face he wanted.&nbsp; "Ah . . . Tepetson.&nbsp; Could I have a word with you?&nbsp; Over here, please," Alest said, jsut loud enough for her to hear.&nbsp; He never raised his voice or yelled, at least not in public.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tahiri Anashia</strong> on <strong>23-03-2006, 11:48:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kaylin follows the master at his request and looks at him curiously.&nbsp; She is obviously not in a good mood after her punishment but she was in no hurry to get punished again or anything like that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>23-03-2006, 14:13:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Alest</strong><br><br>Off to the side of the corridor, Alest stopped and turned back to the student.&nbsp; "Have you been paying attention to the news, Kaylin?" he asked, then, without pausing continued, "It seems that a Senator has decided that we need to be reviewed.&nbsp; She's convinced the Senate, and they're sending her.&nbsp; Obviously, she needs a guide around the Temple."<br><br>He paused then, to see if she put two and two together or questioned like Fierash.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tahiri Anashia</strong> on <strong>23-03-2006, 14:15:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"you want me as a student to be that guide? and to paint the acadamy in a good light?" she asks curiously as she looks at the master with a slight smile.&nbsp; "do to my recent punishment i'm not sure if i can help you master, my library privledges have been revoked....I am not allowed to enter it.&nbsp; but otherwise yes I'd be willing to" she says calmly with a slight grin upon her lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>23-03-2006, 17:49:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Moving into the room not overly long after Alest, she looks about, frowning faintly as she watches Alest with Kaylin. She only watched for a moment, however, and did not pry, not wanting to seem rude. Turning, she moves back out of the training hall, since Torven was already gone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>23-03-2006, 19:44:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Alest</strong><br><br>"The Council decided that a student would be best, yes.&nbsp; With all the full Jedi otherwise detained by pressing matters," he said, "and it was decided that a student would be more likely to be believed than a Knight or Master.&nbsp; You'll have to be careful, though.&nbsp; The Senator has been very vocally against the Order since she took office.&nbsp; She may try to trap answers with unusual rhetoric."&nbsp; Which would work nicely for his plans.&nbsp; However . . .<br><br>Alest returned Kaylin's smile.&nbsp; "Regardless of how this ends up, you'll have earned a . . . friend . . . on the Council.&nbsp; Or perhaps mentor would be a better word," he mused, "However, I'd be lying if I said you were the Council's first choice, so keep your nose clean."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tahiri Anashia</strong> on <strong>23-03-2006, 21:10:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'd be more then willing to help in this matter, my background in jedi history and the traditions of other force sects would also help make comparisons to show the advantages of this way as opposed ot others.&nbsp; And provide a somewhat objective outlook on the acadamy." She grins slightly but remains calm, this was an oportunity.&nbsp; She intended to take advantage of it if posible, but she would have to be careful.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>23-03-2006, 23:37:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Alest</strong><br><br>Somehow he doubted her outlook would be anything even vaguely related to objective.&nbsp; Judging by the stories and complaints he'd heard from the instructors.&nbsp; Which was exactly why Alest had chosen her.&nbsp; He smiled faintly and nodded a little, "Yes, perhaps you could tell her all about the Order's history and other sects . . . boring her to death would certainly solve the problem."<br><br>Alright, he'd slipped up a little there.&nbsp; Shouldn't make jokes about such things.&nbsp; In fact . . . <br><br>"My apologies, I shouldn't make jokes about such things, even if death only means reunion with the Force."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-03-2006, 20:40:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Alentia</strong><br><br>Moving into the training room, she bows her head politely to the Master and student there speaking, and moves around them to start cleaning up the training room from the recent lessons. Her blue dress sways gently around her legs, nicely accenting her blue eyes, long, thick black hair pulled back in a braid that swayed with her every step.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tahiri Anashia</strong> on <strong>03-04-2006, 06:23:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kaylin smiles "death can easily be made to look like an accident dear master, surely even you know that" she says as she turns and begins to walk toward her room.&nbsp; She hoped that she'd be able to help and in helping be able to retreive her rights once again but if not she could find other ways to gain access to materials she needed, or even return to her alchemy experiements.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>03-04-2006, 07:38:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Alentia</strong><br><br>Blinking faintly as she hears the pair speaking, she does her best to look like she hasn't, though she gathers up the things she'd been using to clean and turns to start towards the exit without making eye contact with Master Alest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>03-04-2006, 20:49:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(OOC: My apologies for delays, today's been busy so far.)<br><br><strong>Alest</strong><br><br>The master refrained from answering.&nbsp; As she walked away, he briefly toyed with the idea of creating an accidental death.&nbsp; Howeve,r in the Temple, that would not go far to keep his tracks covered.&nbsp; A small smile played across his lips, though as Kaylin left.&nbsp; She could be quite useful.&nbsp; And he suspected she'd play her role in his scheme nicely, even if she didn't know it.&nbsp; Eevn so, she was a tool.&nbsp; Unless she learned to control her mouth and learned some discretion, she'd never amount to much beyond that.<br><br>Then his eye caught Alentia.&nbsp; Smiling still, he turned on his charm.&nbsp; "Ah, my dear.&nbsp; How are ou today," he asked, his eyes flickering over her briefly, trying to discern what she'd heard and how long she'd been there.&nbsp; He knew about servants and ears.&nbsp; He'd learned from the mistakes of others.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>03-04-2006, 20:52:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Alentia</strong><br><br>Tensing faintly, she stopped before Alest and turned to face him, forcing a polite smile as she dipped her head lightly in respect.<br><br>"Good day, Master Alest. I am well, thank you for asking.. Always busy... And you?" She couldn't help but be polite, even as she felt his eyes moving over her, making her shiver, perhaps in fear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>03-04-2006, 21:08:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Alest</strong><br><br>"Well enough, thank you," the master replied, noting the sudden tension, "Just wondering how long you've been standing there."&nbsp; Alest gave the servant his most winning smile.&nbsp; He had ways, quiet, subtle, ways of dealing with potential problems like this.&nbsp; Of course, they could be gotten around, but he generally found that by then it was too late.&nbsp; Subtlty was something that previous dark Jedi, and the so-called Sith lords, had forgotten in their lust for power.&nbsp; They'd come to the stage far too early, long before they were truly ready.&nbsp; He wasn't about to make the same mistake.&nbsp; And his eventual goals were much smaller.&nbsp; He didn't want an empire, like that idiot Palpatine.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>03-04-2006, 21:12:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Alentia</strong><br><br>Slowly raising her eyes to meet his own, she forced her own smile to remain as he granted her with a handsome smile.<br><br>"Hardly a moment, Master Alest. My chores do keep me so very busy. Was there something you needed of me?" She tilted her head innocently, clutching the cleaning things to her chest as she waits for his answer, trying to force herself to be calm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>03-04-2006, 22:02:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Alest</strong><br><br>The Jedi met her eyes and held them for a moment.&nbsp; "Just one thing," he said, stretching out a little with the Force, "<em>Forget everything you've heard in the last fifteen minutes, none of it concerns you.</em>"&nbsp; With that, he listened to hear her repeat it back to him before dismissing her.<br><br>(OOC: Just tried using the Mind Trick, probably won't be permanent.&nbsp; ;))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>03-04-2006, 22:12:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Alentia</strong><br><br>Unfortunately for the young woman, despite years of serving Jedi, she had no real resistance to the mind trick. Blinking softly, she was not unsused to the trick, but still found herself repeating back to him what he'd said, and the student had said. As he dismissed her, she bowed and turned to leave, pausing at the door and glancing back. For now, the trick worked, though she was curious as to why she'd been standing there with him in the first place. Shaking it from her head, she turns and hurries out towards the halls to clean.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>03-04-2006, 23:40:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Alest</strong><br><br>Musing, Alest watched the servant leave.&nbsp; He made a mental note to call up her file, remember her name.&nbsp; She'd have to quietly be dealt with, something more permanent.&nbsp; But quiet.&nbsp; Maybe a transfer to a post at some allied senator's place off-world.&nbsp; Yes, that would be best.&nbsp; Unless he got another chance to reinforce the mental block.&nbsp; He'd have to research that option.&nbsp; Perhaps tonight, if there was no other entertainment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>07-04-2006, 03:36:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Fierash</strong><br><br>Fierash had been on his way back to his chambers when he found Alentia.&nbsp; He vaguely recalled that she'd mentioned to him that she'd help him if she could.&nbsp; "Excuse me, would you come with me?&nbsp; I need help with something."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>07-04-2006, 22:50:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Alentia</strong><br><br>Pausing as she was stopped by Fierash, she smiles lightly and nods.<br><br>"Of course, sir. What can I help you with?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>07-04-2006, 23:01:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He produces a second datapad that contained exactly the same information as the one that he'd surrendered to the jedi master earlier.&nbsp; "Do you know where in the archives this material came from?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>07-04-2006, 23:43:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Alentia</strong><br><br>Tilting her head to look at the datapad, she blinked faintly, then looked up at him, shaking her head quickly.<br><br>"I can't say that I do. Where did you get this? I really don't think that you should have this, as a student..." She knew something, of course. She'd been here for some time, and was in charge of several aspects of the temple. But she had no permission to give a student help with something like that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>07-04-2006, 23:45:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fierash sighed mentally then put the datapad back inside his robe.&nbsp; He really didn't want to resort to mind tricks unless he absolutely had to.&nbsp; "Please show me.&nbsp; I won't mention it to anyone else."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>07-04-2006, 23:48:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Alentia</strong><br><br>"Why don't you ask one of your teachers to show you? I'm certain they would be able to be of much more use than I would." She nodded, smiling politely. She was, after all, a servant now, not a slave. And she knew what she did and didn't have to do.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>07-04-2006, 23:52:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sure."&nbsp; Fierash agreed pleasantly then wandered off to the library to do his own research.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>11-04-2006, 09:05:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Alentia</strong><br><br>Glad that the student was able to be persuaded to ask a Master instead of herself, she went back about her chores, moving out into the Great Hall.<br><br>Exit: Great Hall
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 01:31:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>Brushing her lekku behind her shoulders, she glances about, starting to stretch her arms over her head. She starts to loosen her muscles, cracking her neck lightly as she waits.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 01:38:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Looking good, master," Kainae comented as he entered the room. He was still wearing his robes, but seeing Isulura he wondered if he wasn't a bit overdressed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 01:58:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>Looking at him slowly over her shoulder, she tilted her head lightly.<br><br>"While you seem to be looking a bit too much as usual, Kainae... You missed me, I take it?" While he was wearing his robes, hers were usually left in her quarters while she was training.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 02:06:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, most definetly, though I dare say there were those who did their best to make me forget you." He always flirted with her, from the first day he saw her in that bar where she ended up saving&nbsp; his life. Sometimes she responded in kind, it was fun but nothing ever happened. Kainae had to respect that, even though he wasn't necesarily happy about it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 02:32:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>Smirking, she shook her head, turning to face him. As always, her muscluar, though well shaped body fit her clothes perfectly.<br><br>"And none of them succeeded? Such a shame, my padewan... Get comfortable, we're going to see if you got lazy while you were home." Winking, she turned and moved to continue stretching, her back again to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 02:38:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Comfortable? All right..." he said with that same mischevious smile. He stripped out of his robes, and then pulled his shirt over his head. He kicked of his shoes, and pretty soon his pants joined the rest of his clothes on the floor. The only thing left was something that looked like swiming trunks, and pretty tight ones at that. He was a pretty exotic sight, well muscled and with crimson skin that matched her blue skin quite nicely. He started to limber up, stretching his back, arms and legs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 03:35:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>Turning at the sound of his tone, she turned, then raised an eyebrow once more, muscular arms crossing slowly over her flat stomach. <br><br>"I said naked, padewan... Not naked..." Smirking, she shook her head, waiting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 03:40:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled. "Your feelings betray you, Master. I believe you just said naked twice." He grinned at her. "Besides, you know me, Master. I'm an all or nothing kind of guy."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 03:43:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>While the player kicks herself for being tired, Isulura continues to smirk.<br><br>"We shall see... Attack." She stays standing just as she is, waiting for him to attack.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 03:49:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isulura is lucky she's blessed with the patience of a Jedi Master, because as always, Kainae falls back on defence. He finally realised she won't strike the first blow, that it's up to him to start the duel, but it took him quite awhile to reach that conclusion. Finaly he darts forward, igniting his blade as he slashes low at Isulura's legs, and then he darts back out of reach again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 03:52:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>She waited paitently as ever for him to figure out that he had to make the first move. When he did, she watched him calmly, though as he slashed at her legs, her blade stayed where it was as she flipped up and over him quickly. When he went to dash backwards, she was there, sticking a foot out to trip him as he went and she moved backwards herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 04:01:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He hadn't seen that coming, not at all. He fell on his butt, hard. His lightsaber skidded away across the floor, and he looked up at Isulura standing over him as he lay at he floor. He swallowed hard, and gave her a faint smile.<br>"So, I guess it's true that to much of the good life can dull your senses. I'm at your mercy, it seems."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 04:09:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>Tilting her head to look down at him, she holds out a hand and his saber flies into it.<br><br>"Yes, it would seem so... Again." She tosses him the saber and turns to walk away, leaving her back to him. Whether she meant it seemed he was at her mercy, or that he had gotten lazy, it was hard to tell.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 04:11:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kainae stood up and bowed at Isulura, even though she had her back turned against him. Respect where respect is due. He moved a little closer and ignited his sabre, wondering if the sound would make her face him, or if she was up to something.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 04:14:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>She heard it, alright, but she didn't turn. She stopped walking, and stood with her hands at her sides. She stood in a relaxed manner, not looking tensed in the least.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 04:30:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She knew him to well, it seemed. Always hesitant to use his lightsaber for offence, he found himself unable to attack her when she seemed so defenseless, even though he knew in his head that she wasn't. By turning her back to him she had effectivly disarmed him.<br>He tried circling around her, so he could see her face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 04:31:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>And in those very things was his weakness, something she had begun trying to teach him not to do. When he began circling, she turned to keep her back to him to frustrate him. Finally, she jumped up and flipped backwards again, her saber activated mid-leap and held close to his neck as she landed.<br><br>"You cannot hesitate, Kainae..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 04:35:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know, you keep telling me often enough, Master." His shoulders slumped as he turned off his saber, he looked quite beaten. Untill he suddenly dropped to the floor while at the same time scissoring his legs around Isulura's legs, trying to bring her down to the floor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 04:36:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>Grinning as he moves suddenly, her saber is disactived, moving to let it move away from her as she bends backwards, doing a back hand-spiring to avoid the kick. Landing upright, she smiles at him.<br><br>"Good, Kainae.. Good..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 04:38:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He jumped back at his feets, grinning at her. "Well, I can always count on you to try teaching me a lesson. You got to close, Master."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 04:40:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>"No such thing, my student. Were I too close, then I would have been on the ground, as he had tried to do. Now then... Think you could attack me?" Tilts her head lightly, batting her eyelashes. She knew how to get to him, was well aware how attractive he found her. Hell, he'd been quite vocal about it when they met for the first time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 04:43:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't know, Master. What's my incentive?" He gave her that cheeky smile of his.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 04:44:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>"That I told you to." She grins right back at him, waiting still.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 04:46:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, no one can say I don't aim to please." He saluted her, ignited his saber and rushed her, delivering a number of quick, slashing strikes, trying to drive her back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 04:49:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>"As I'm certain many ladies at your home world will agree..." When he attacked her, her hand lashed out to bring her saber to her, activating it and blocking his attacks. While he was good, he was good a defense, not offense. Therefore she had the advantage, and let him continue to try and get the advantage over her, not attacking back so that he'd not be able to be on the defense.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 04:53:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				While he was indeed good, his moves flawless, even beautiful to watch, they didn't do him much good right now. He tried to drive her back but didn't have much luck. He tried applying more power to his slashes and thrusts, he knew he was stronger than her. But he also knew that compensating lack of skill with raw power was a fool's gambit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 04:54:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>That was exactly what she'd been waiting for. At one of his more strong swings, she ducks under it and kicks at his legs, her duck leaving nothing for him to brace himself against, as her saber wasn't there for him to hit and bounce back from.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 05:01:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Since he pretty much knew where the fight were heading, it didn't come as much of a suprise. He managed to make a flip and land on his feet by pushing away with one hand against the floor, but he dropped his sabre along the way. Defenseless, he once again turned to face the music. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 05:02:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>Standing straight as he lands on the other side of her, she tilts her head, raising an eyebrow.<br><br>"You've dropped your sabre... Does that mean you've given up...?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 05:04:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I've just momentarily misplaced it, that is all, Master." He took the continued humiliations at the hand of Isulura quite well, that must be said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 05:05:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>Shaking her head, she set her saber aside as well. <br><br>"If I had been an enemy, you would be dead, Kainae. You cannot let the loss of your saber stop you. If you cannot call it to you, then you must be able to continue otherwise."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 05:14:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, normally I would, but I didn't much fancy impaling myself on that lightsaber of yours. Besides, I can think of worse ways to go than at your hands." He smiled at her again, nothing much ever faced him, he had a cheerfull disposition and a possitive outlook on life. Some claimed he took nothing serious, but that wasn't really true, though it could seem like it at times.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 05:16:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>Tilting her head curiously, she brushes her lekku behind her and slowly starts to move away from him. <br><br>"So you are saying that without your saber, whilst I had mine, you could not fight?" She was curious as to his answer, setting her lightsaber on a table and turning to face him once more, arms crossed just under her full breasts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 05:24:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I could've, but it didn't really seem worth the risk when it wasn't for real. If I had brushed against your sabre, or I had bumped into you, one or both of us could have been seriously hurt. It just seemed a bit irresponsible to me." This was one of the instances he actually seemed serious.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 05:29:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>"I would not have let you hurt yourself, Kainae. Not seriously at least. Only enough to bring the ego down a tad." Crossing back towards him, she tilts her head. <br><br>"If you do not practice as if it were real, you will never know the outcome for when there is an actual fight."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 05:33:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That may be so, Master. I just chose to follow my own judgement this time. I am ready to try again."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 05:34:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>Shrugging lightly, she nods. <br><br>"That is your right, I suppose. If you're ready... Then attack." She didn't have her saber, though she didn't seem to mind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 05:45:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So, I am to use my sabre, I take it?" He sighed. The lightsabre was a beautiful weapon, but he feared what it might do to someone he cared for if he made a mistake. He picked it up, ignited it and slowly advanced on Isulura.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 05:47:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>"If you wish, you may use one of the kendo sticks instead. If you think you're going to hurt me. I don't want you uncomfortable, Kainae. But I also don't want you to feel that you have to take it easy..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 05:50:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He lowered his sabre. "Alrighty then." Almost cheerfull, he retrieved a stick, spun it around his body a few times, faster and faster, then he lunged for Isulura, clearly not holding back this time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 05:57:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>Even though it was made of wood, she treated the stick as if it was real. Moving on the defense as he attacks her, her moves actually do seem to be a dance. Her lithe form moved this way and that, avoiding his attacks with the 'saber'. There were some close calls, but she managed to barely avoid touching the stick. Moving around him quickly, she leapt up, flipping over him, though as soon as she landed behind him she fell into the splits, taking her height away from where he would likely think it to be after such a move, and shoved her elbows backwards, aiming at the back of his knees.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 06:01:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Pretty damn sneaky," was all he had time to think before her elbows hit his knees. He could've tried another flip, he decided to try something else. He let himself fall, trying to hit Isulura and pinning her down with his weight. If he missed, he'd try to catch her between his legs. He had strong legs, he should be able to squeeze the air out of her lungs if he got a good grip.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 06:05:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>As he fell atop her, she was still in the splits, but thankfully, she was incredibly flexible. Shifting her weight, it almost seemed as if she dislocated her hip, but she rolled to the side, throwing his weight off balance thanks to the leverage of having only one leg beneath her. If he fell beside her leg and before her, he'd find himself wrapped in her own long legs, with her sitting atop him.<br><br>"I have that talent from time to time..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 06:15:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once again she had outsmarted him. She had wrapped her long, slender legs around him. It was sort of like heaven, but he felt the beginning of a raging erection starting to stir down his shorts. Normaly not something he'd be shy about, if anything he'd be joking and showing of the bulge to his lady friends, this was after all the Zeltron way. But as he lay there flat on his back, he wondered what his friend and teacher would be thinking of him. For once, he was speechless.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 11:45:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>Once she had him pinned, she watched him, waiting for a sly comment or some such. When it never came, she tilted her head lightly.<br><br>"Nothing to say? A first..." It was then she felt that bulge, and raised an eyebrow. Standing, she shook her head, offering him her hand. <br><br>"I am not one of you females, Kainae..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 15:05:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I never said you were." He took her hand. "It just...no need to read to much into it, really."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 17:27:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>Nodding, she hauled him to his feet.<br><br>"Good. Now then, what have you learned from this short session?" Always a lesson to be learned with her. In almost everything, she could find a lesson.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 17:38:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>"Don't let her sit on you, or you will be embarrased," </em>he thought, but didn't say it. "To always hold on to my lightsber, Master. If I do lose it, there is still things I can do to stay in the fight."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 17:41:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>Nodding, she smiles.<br><br>"Good. And, that you cannot always be on the defense. The enemy will at times be able to read your weakness, as I did. You did well for your first day back."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 17:43:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you, Master. I would like to compliment you on your form aswell." He grinned at her again, back to his old self.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 17:45:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>Moving to take up a towel to toss to him, then taking one for herself to start wiping the sweat from her body, she smirks.<br><br>"Yes, I'm sure you would, Fainae... Have you returned your things to your room and settled in?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 17:55:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes I have, Master. I brought with me some new interesting statues from Zeltron. You should come see them sometime, they are very inspirational."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 19:22:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>She had a good idea how they were inspirational, but she wouldn't dash him down at this point. Nodding, she tosses the towel aside, looking back to him as she starts stretching once more to cool down.<br><br>"I have an engagement this evening with Torven, but I shall come to see them tomorrow, if that suits you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 21:25:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Tomorrow will be fine." He looked a little suprised, he hadn't really expected her to take him up on his offer. Good thing she wasn't coming today, he would have some time to tidy up. "I think I will hit the showers. And after that, maybe a massage. My muscles will be aching tomorrow, I was a bit out of practise."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 21:57:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>Nodding, she smiled up at him as she bent in half, stretching. <br><br>"Very well. I will see you tomorrow. Do remember to stretch, and a massage might not be bad. You should always stay practiced and limber, even when relaxing."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 22:03:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, Master. Good thing I'm still limber, just need to get back into things. Than you for the training, and I'll see you tomorrow." With that he left, but not before picking up his bundle of clothes. He headed out into the halls, his own room was his destination.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>09-05-2006, 20:10:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>Brushing her lekku behind her and adjusting the ties there to hold them back, she waited for a while after her student was gone. Finally, she turned and moved out, ready to search for Torven. After all, unless stopped, she had no other meetings or issues to attend to.<br><br>Exit: Library
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monochromatic</strong> on <strong>04-06-2006, 02:34:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size"><br>Konsthora followed along side Kainae quietly. Every now and then her eyes drifted away from him to look at her surroundings – taking in every nook, cranny, and detail with a critical eye. One always needed to know all about there surroundings incase of an emergency.<br><br>As they came to a large room, she paused and took it all in as she waited to see if they would enter – or if Kainae would bring them to a different room. <br><br></span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>04-06-2006, 02:45:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kainae entered the room, motioning for Konsthora to follow. "Well, I thought this would be the first stop of the tour. It's our training room, where we practice with our lightsabers and general hand to hand combat. Always a good place to get a real workout session, and there are showers, locker rooms, steam baths...you name it." Kainae was happy he'd gotten to show the new girl around, he hadn't thought Isulura would trust him with something like that. Well, he'd show her he could be a damn good tour guide if he put his mind to it. He couldn't complain about the company either, Konsthora was definetly his type: alive.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monochromatic</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 23:40:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(( So sorry Swedie ;_; &lt;3))<br><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">“Mmm… Steam baths.” </span><br><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size"><br>Just the thought of it made her toes curl in appreciation. She had always loved the relaxation that came along with it. After her eyes had trailed the expanse of the room – recording it to memory; she turned back to Kainae and gave him her attention.<br></span><br><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">“Thank you again for agreeing to show me around. <br>&nbsp;</span><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 00:09:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Believe me, it really is my pleasure." He had noticed how she had reacted when he'd mentioned the steam bath. Maybe he could convince her to join him there sometime in the future? That would indeed be excellent, he got very cheerfull just thinking about it.<br>"So, you wanna check the place out, or do you want to save it for later and get on with the tour?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monochromatic</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 07:30:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Although she was in-fact sorely tempted to check them out now, she knew the best choice would be to continue on with her tour.&nbsp; “I think its best we go on with the tour.&nbsp; I’m afraid if we stop there now, you might not be able to pull me away! I’ll have to save that enjoyment for another time.”<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Training Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>27-06-2006, 16:05:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kainae laughed. "One thing us Zeltrons have learned over the years is to never save enjoyment to later. Instead, enjoy yourself all the time!" He smiled at her. "You are the boss though. Maybe we should go see the great hall next? That is where we relax and get to know eachother when we are not busy training."<br><br>ooc: Sorry Mono, I was waiting for you to post and never noticed you already had! You've been waiting a long time for this reply.&nbsp; :-[
			</dd>
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