[Reach for the Stars] Great Hall
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				Title: <strong>[Reach for the Stars] Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>05-03-2006, 11:22:05</strong>
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				A general meeting place for all the Jedi, students and Visitors. A large, well furnished room, with many seats and tables, well spaced for privacy if needed. Meals are also taken here, server droids bustling around to take orders and clean up after everyone.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>05-03-2006, 23:01:42</strong>
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				<strong>Inoru</strong><br><br>He'd been at the Academy-Temple for over three months, but the Great Hall very nearly took his breath away everytime he entered it.&nbsp; Inoru looked around to see who was there already.&nbsp; It looked pretty sparsely populated at the moment.&nbsp; He'd heard they had some new recruits, and others he'd not met before.&nbsp; If the rumors were true, the Anomid had a lot to look forward to.&nbsp; Maybe he could even practice his Huttese, he'd just gotten to the point where he felt comfortable speaking it last week . . .
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				Post by: <strong>Tahiri Anashia</strong> on <strong>05-03-2006, 23:32:58</strong>
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				Salen sat in the corner staring out the window admiring the force as it presented itself to him.&nbsp; It was amazing, the way that everything sparkled in flashes and ripples before his vision.&nbsp; The light of the sun, the sparkle of life, the aura of power around some of the force sensatives.&nbsp; He found it interesting that he was one of the few if not the only miraluka at the acadamy.&nbsp; How many wound probably think him human.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>07-03-2006, 14:02:25</strong>
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				<strong>Inoru</strong><br><br>Seeing as everyone but the lone Human seemed busy, Inoru approached the young man.&nbsp; He sat down nearby, only asking, "Is this seat free?" after he'd taken it.&nbsp; Any smile or other mouth-based expression was a waste, so he didn't bother.&nbsp; The translator mask covered everything there.&nbsp; "I'm Inoru, apprentice," he started, "I don't recall seeing you around before . . ."
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				Post by: <strong>Tahiri Anashia</strong> on <strong>07-03-2006, 14:35:36</strong>
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				Salen turns his face toward Inoru and smiles slightly "no, you may sit" he says shyly as he focuses on the force user, watching as the force flows around the apprentice.&nbsp; "the force is strong with you Inoru, how long have you been traning?"
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>07-03-2006, 20:54:01</strong>
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				<strong>Inoru</strong><br><br>The Anomid chuckled, "Tell the masters that . . . supposedly I rated low to mid-range on their charts.&nbsp; I've been here a few months."&nbsp; Not a particularly long time, he thoht, but long enough to see most ofthe resident . . . if he ever got out of the maintenance hanger aside from classes.&nbsp; "Spent most of that time in the hangers, though.&nbsp; More technically adept than Force adept, I'm afraid."
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>15-03-2006, 22:19:10</strong>
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				<strong>Inoru</strong><br><br>"Not talkative, eh?&nbsp; You'll love the meditation classes, then, I bet," the Anomid said, after a long uncomfortable silence.&nbsp; Boring, he thought.&nbsp; Utterly and completely boring.&nbsp; The Masters must be scraping the bottom of the proverbial barrel for recruits.&nbsp; Surely there had to be soeone more interesting than this Human around.
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				Post by: <strong>Tahiri Anashia</strong> on <strong>16-03-2006, 01:45:56</strong>
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				He nods "it can be pleasant, although I often find it difficult to zone out my surroundings.&nbsp; " he says with a slight thought, his sight wandering the room again admiring the sparkles and patterns formed in the force around them.&nbsp; He watched the ripples from the training room curiously.&nbsp; "the masters are not pleased.&nbsp; Their upset with one of the students i see"
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>16-03-2006, 04:44:09</strong>
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				<strong>Inoru</strong><br><br>The Anomid considered zoning out for a moment.&nbsp; Much be kind of like what he did when he was fixing something.&nbsp; Probably.&nbsp; "Where're you from?" he asked after a moment or two, "I was born on Coruscant . . . if there's anywhere you need to go, just ask, I can probably find the shortest, fastest route."&nbsp; Not completely true, but close, within certain neighborhoods.&nbsp; The whole planet, well, anyone, even natives, was better off asking a computer or droid.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>17-03-2006, 18:26:11</strong>
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				Moving into the room, she glances about, offering a light smile of greeting and friendship to any who would look her way. She doesn't stop near the door, however, breezing across the hall towards her favorite spot to sit with Torven in the afternoons. Near a window with a rather lovely view, she sits, Jedi robes swirling about her as she moves. Once seated, she glances about once more, gauging who's in the room, then closes her eyes, starting to meditate slowly.
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				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>17-03-2006, 19:00:53</strong>
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				Frowning gently as Malefic paced into the room, moving with a sluggish, heavy footing, the apparent sound of his heels clunking heavily against the metallic plated-boards beneath him. Uninterest haunting over his figure, as he paused at a nearby table, sitting himself immediately, attention turning towards the two masters just metres off from him, <strong>“Greetings …”</strong> he called out from where he sat, gesturing lightly before assembling his previous posture, eye-lids shut and deep in thought. 
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>17-03-2006, 19:47:14</strong>
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				Looking to Malefic as he enters and speaks to her, she nods her head lightly in greeting.<br><br>"Good day." She's open to conversation, should a student wish it, but until then, she closes her eyes and goes back to meditating for a few minutes. After a few minutes, she opens her eyes, pulling out a data pad and starting to press a few things in here and there. She did have a mattress to order for Torven, after all, and a few more things to see to.
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				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>19-03-2006, 01:09:47</strong>
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				Fierash walks into the great hall lightly with no specific destination in mind.&nbsp; He nods to several others as he lets his feet take him where they will.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>22-03-2006, 06:04:35</strong>
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				Watching the others for a long moment, she finally stands, moving out to head towards one of the students rooms to speak with him.<br><br>Exit: Fierash's room
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>22-03-2006, 20:42:13</strong>
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				<strong>Inoru</strong><br><br>With a silent student staring out the window, and nothing else to do, Inoru wandered away from Salen.&nbsp; He walked around the Great Hall aimlessly.&nbsp; This was something he did fairly often, a form of active meditation, perhaps.&nbsp; Or maybe he was just killing time until his next class, over half an hour away.&nbsp; Actually, that was one he was excited about.&nbsp; They were finally going to get to practice repairs on a real starfighter engire that was still in the housing and attached to a ship.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>23-03-2006, 14:20:40</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>In the Great Hall, Torven passed through to one room, found that a request had already been made, and turned back to the hall.&nbsp; He made a mental note to thank Isulura, beyond just dinner.&nbsp; Which meant that he had a couple hours to kill.&nbsp; To that end, Torven decided to walk the Hall, jsut to work off some of the frustration his one student had caused.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>23-03-2006, 22:06:29</strong>
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				Moving into the hall not long after Torven, she looks around, head tilted faintly. Smiling when she sees him, she makes her way through the hall to his side. <br><br>"You are growing increasingly hard to find these days, Master..." She smiled to him at that, pushing Alest to the back of her mind for a moment.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>23-03-2006, 23:38:40</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>Jarred out of his thoughts, Torven gave a little start at first.&nbsp; He recovered quickly and smiled.&nbsp; "Thanks for getting that matress requested, it seems I owe you," he said, to cover, "I was just thinking about what to tell the Council about Kaylin.&nbsp; They ought to know about her apparent tampering with the library, I suppose.&nbsp; Somehow, I think a full punishment would only drive her deeper down a path that I'm not sure I like much."<br><br>He'd been considering it.&nbsp; She was headstrong and set in her ways.&nbsp; Moreover, the student seemed thoroughly convinced that her way was the right way, no matter what.&nbsp; Confidence was good, too much, though . . . he hadn't lost any students yet, once they competed training with him, Torven was confident they could hold their own in the field.&nbsp; None had been quite so overconfident as her, though.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>23-03-2006, 23:43:12</strong>
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				Nodding, she continued to smile.<br><br>"You're quite welcome, Master..." At the mention of Kaylin, her smile slowly slipped away.<br><br>"Perhaps you might find it best to ask Master Alest, as he is speaking with her at the moment on what I can only assume will be escorting the Senator..."
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>24-03-2006, 05:07:05</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He hadn't had many dealings with Alest, nor did he particularly care too.&nbsp; The man was too much like a politician.&nbsp; Never spoke straight, always seemed to be finding some angle.&nbsp; "I think I'd rather discuss the issue with one of the other Council members.&nbsp; I don't know Master Alest all that well," he said, quietly, "Nto well enough to know whether he'd seriously take my advice and concerns into consideration."&nbsp; There were those masters who decided that they were wiser than "mere" knights, afterall.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>24-03-2006, 05:58:48</strong>
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				Nodding lightly, she glanced about the room, then looked back to him.<br><br>"I would think that a wise path, Master." Stepping closer, she touched his arm as her mind brushed his, her eyes on his own.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>24-03-2006, 20:19:22</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>Torven nodded, silently offering the contact.&nbsp; Despite his acceptance, there was a small part that recoiled.&nbsp; Not because he didn't like her, but because he cared too much.&nbsp; More than he ought to.&nbsp; Passion, unrestrained emotion.&nbsp; Neither was the proper path.&nbsp; And he didn't want to accidentally take advantage . . . "I will see if I can speak to my old master.&nbsp; He's not of te Council, but he has some influence there.&nbsp; More than I would."<br><br>As nearly any master would, compared to most knights.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: NikitaFirestar</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>I feel something, Master... Something not right with Master Alest...</em></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em>I have not had much contact with him . . . not in the last few months.&nbsp; But, if you think something's wrong, I believe something's wrong.</em>&nbsp; He obviously wasn't sure what she wanted to do about the feeling.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>24-03-2006, 21:51:07</strong>
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				Nodding lightly to both his words aloud and the words in her mind, she seems to drop into thought. Sighing lightly, she brushed a hand over her forehead, then looked back to Torven.<br><br>"But what's to be done, Master?" There was little that could be done, on a simple feeling from a simple Knight. She was known and trusted, yes, but still nothing in standing compared to Alest.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>24-03-2006, 22:17:39</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>"Aside from continuing to watch and see what happens?" Torven asked, "I'm not sure.&nbsp; But, we're taught patience, so maybe there's something to that afterall . . . and here I go sounding like a broken record and one of the philosophy types."&nbsp; He chuckled a bit, almost a snort of lauhter, but not quite.&nbsp; Just the thought of Torven the Philosopher lightened his mood considerably.&nbsp; He wasn't as sensitive to the subtle currents of the force as his former student, though he could sense certain shifts.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>24-03-2006, 22:26:52</strong>
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				Nodding once again, she tilts her head to watch him as he laughs, smiling softly. She's quiet for a long moment, then speaks once more.<br><br>"Was there something else you were thinking on, Master?" She could feel something else coming from him, perhaps something left from that little burst of emotion he'd tried so hard to hide.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>25-03-2006, 01:59:50</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>"Oh, nothing.&nbsp; Just a thought of Philosopher Torven," he said with a brief laugh, [colro=Blue]"Dad'd get a good laugh out've that one.&nbsp; Actually, he'd probably laugh to see me as a Jedi too, if he didn't have a heart attack first."[/color]&nbsp; His father'd never expected much out of him.&nbsp; In fac,t he'd heard that his dad had bet against him in his first arena bout.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>25-03-2006, 02:42:23</strong>
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				"Torven the Philosopher..." She tilts her head in thought at that, then slowly smiles.<br><br>"While you are far from unintelligence, Master, you are still a far cry from a philosopher. I really think you have little reason to worry." Upon hearing about his father, she shook her head with a light sigh.<br><br>"Then he is a man blinded by his own inner hatreds, Master... You should not linger on his weaknesses overly much..."
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>25-03-2006, 05:09:40</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He shook his head.&nbsp; "Last I heard, 'was' would be the proper word," Torven replied, "Though the source wasn't exactly reliable.&nbsp; Still, he was a man with more mouths to feed than he could afford.&nbsp; Hatred had nothing to do with it.&nbsp; Survival did."<br><br>At least that was one lesson he'd learned quite well.&nbsp; Surviving the arenas had taken a mix of drive, skill, luck, and, as he' dlearned later, latent Force sensitivity.&nbsp; Many of the first real powers he'd developed were things he'd been doing unconsciously for years back then.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>27-03-2006, 07:47:48</strong>
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				"My apologies then, Master..." She nodded, bowing her head lightly. Turning her head faintly, though she still stood at his side, close to him, she let her eyes trail about the room. Something was on her mind, and unlike with other people, Torven would almost easily be able to feel it. It's not as if she hid anything from him anyways.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>27-03-2006, 14:47:31</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He shook his head at the obvious concern.&nbsp; "Don't worry about it.&nbsp; I barely undersand it myself," he said, almost wrapping an arm around her shoulders.&nbsp; He stopped himself, though, with a bit of effort.&nbsp; "I don't agree with most of what he did, but I can sort of see why he felt he needed to.&nbsp; The Imperial era wasn't exactly a nice and easy one."<br><br>A few seconds later, Torven picked up on the vibe.&nbsp; "Is something wrong?"
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>27-03-2006, 18:21:43</strong>
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				She hesitates, almost as if wishing his arm to her shoulder, or perhaps at least just his arm, looking back to him with that soft frown of hers. <br><br><em>I cannot shake the feeling that something truly is wrong, Master...</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>27-03-2006, 19:11:58</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br><em>Something is definitely disturbing, though I can't pinpoint exactly what.&nbsp; This sudden 'inspection', Kaylin, everything seems to be going in one direction at the same time.</em><br><br>Privately, he was waiting for the third.&nbsp; Bad things tended to come in threes.&nbsp; Of course, that wasn't a hard and fast rule.&nbsp; Just a tendency he'd noticed over the years.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>27-03-2006, 19:26:29</strong>
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				Nodding faintly once more, she continued to frown faintly, then pushed it from her features, looking to him and smiling. <br><br>"Indeed, Master... Perhaps we should retire to less... Public venues?" His quarters or hers, it didn't matter. Somewhere they could talk. Of course, they usually went to hers, as they were larger and more accomodating.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>27-03-2006, 20:38:44</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>The Human nodded, "That might be a good idea.&nbsp; Maybe it would be best to have dinner in tonight afterall,"&nbsp; Torven turned toward the nearest exit, guiding Isulura out of the great hall.&nbsp; As if reading her mind somehow, his steps turned toward a corridor that led to his room, such as it was.&nbsp; She'd been entertaining him an awful lot, he thought as they walked.&nbsp; It was his turn.&nbsp; Maybe for dinner too.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>27-03-2006, 20:43:32</strong>
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				Nodding, pleased that he agreed with her, she moved easily along the halls with him, though she was, in all honesty, a bit surprised when they headed towards his quarters and not her own.<br><br>"I think that wise, Master..."<br><br>Exit: Torven's Quarters
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>28-03-2006, 01:47:45</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He nodded his agreement at the assessment, but continued in silence for a while.<br><br>-&gt; Torven's Quarters
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				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>30-03-2006, 06:23:41</strong>
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				Fierash quietly emerged from his chambers, looking for Isulura.&nbsp; He had found something of interest in one of his datapads and wanted to ask about it.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>30-03-2006, 06:28:55</strong>
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				Anyone that Fierash asked would be able to tell the young student that the Knight had gone off with Knight Torven to his quarters.
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				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>30-03-2006, 06:29:51</strong>
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				"Oh."&nbsp; Fierash looked around inquiringly to see if anyone else could help him.&nbsp; He needed the help of a knight or a master for this.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>30-03-2006, 06:32:49</strong>
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				<strong>Quen</strong><br><br>Fortuitously, Master Quen happened to come into the hall from upstairs about then.&nbsp; He seemed to be heading somewhere, but if he wasn't in his quarters, the library, or a classroom, that was usually the case.&nbsp; Still, depending on what he was stopped for, he was normally alright to get along with.
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				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>30-03-2006, 06:46:35</strong>
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				"Pardon me, Master Quen."&nbsp; The Farghul walked over to the Jedi Master.&nbsp; "Can I ask you about this?"&nbsp; He handed over the datapad that he'd been carrying.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>30-03-2006, 06:52:15</strong>
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				<strong>Quen</strong><br><br>The Weequay turned and nodded, "Of course, Fierash.&nbsp; What is the problem?"&nbsp; He skimmed over the datapad and looked at the student quizzically.&nbsp; "Where did you come across this?"&nbsp; He was a traditionalist, a strict one. To that way of thinking, the data on the pad was a misuse of the Force.&nbsp; He'd have to have a talk with the librarian and get those datacards pulled from the collection.&nbsp; Yes.
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				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>30-03-2006, 07:00:29</strong>
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				"It was in my instructional materials."&nbsp; He remained calm, not aware that such data might be strictly controlled.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>30-03-2006, 07:11:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Quen</strong><br><br>Instructional materials.&nbsp; Indeed.&nbsp; "Who assigned them?&nbsp; And what would you like to know," the master asked.&nbsp; He'd make a note of the name and go have a chat with them as well.&nbsp; Had the information been restricted, the conversation wouldn't be happening.&nbsp; There were those, though, like Quen, who were a bit stuck in the old ways.&nbsp; The Weequay mentally shook his head.&nbsp; To think that not only did ht elibrary have such information, but some master or knight was distributing it . . .
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>30-03-2006, 07:26:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I honestly don't recall."&nbsp; Fierash suddenly felt very cautious, which meant that something was up.&nbsp; "Nothing in particular, master."&nbsp; He bowed, then walked away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>30-03-2006, 07:45:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Quen</strong><br><br>The Weequay master wasn't about to give up that easily.&nbsp; He tapped the pad against his thigh.&nbsp; "Fierash . . . you said you had a question, or something to ask," he intoned, "what was it?&nbsp; This is rather borderline research, techniques designed to excite the passions and strong emotions.&nbsp; I'd hate to think you were entering study of them lightly."<br><br>Admittedly, the wrinkled, rather unattractive Weequay weren't exactly the number one choice to go talk to about sex and love advice.&nbsp; Some even wondered how they managed to reproduce in the first place.&nbsp; This was never said to their faces, of course, unless the speaker wanted an extended stay in a bacta tank.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>30-03-2006, 18:15:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I was merely wondering why such ... techniques were being taught to padawans?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>30-03-2006, 18:48:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Quen</strong><br><br>The student was psychic, or knew who he was talking to.&nbsp; Quen nodded, "I wonder the same thing, Fierash.&nbsp; Which is why I asked who assigned the reading.&nbsp; There are those among the New Order who are more . . . they'd call it liberated, in their viewso n how the Force should be approached.&nbsp; Personally, I think the old ways are best, they are proven, tried and tested."&nbsp; He couldn't pinpoint exactly who in the Order would teach such things, but he had a few guesses.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>30-03-2006, 19:45:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He bowed slightly to the jedi master, intent on getting a bite to eat.&nbsp; "If you will excuse me, I believe that it is my meal period."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>30-03-2006, 22:14:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Quen</strong><br><br>"Don't let me keep you then," Quen waved an excuse.&nbsp; He held onto the datapad and considered it for a while.&nbsp; Finding a seat in the hall, the Weequay soon lost himself in studying the document and thinking about who might have assigned it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>31-03-2006, 04:46:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fierash walked about for a bit, his mind on the material in the datapad.&nbsp; He hadn't bothered to mention that he'd already read the material before surrendering it to the jedi master.&nbsp; And now he was starting to wonder if it worked as it seemed to.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>11-04-2006, 09:06:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Alentia</strong><br><br>Moving into the Great Hall, she glanced about, then started her chores for this room as well, cleaning here, straightening things there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 01:17:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Lena</strong> <br><br>Lena enters the hall, coming from her quarters on the way to her shop.&nbsp; She smiles as she sees Alentia and offers her a wave.<br>"How are you today my friend?&nbsp; I hope it goes well?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 01:21:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Alentia</strong><br><br>Looking up from what she's doing as she hears Lena, she smiles and nods.<br><br>"Hello, my Lady. I am doing well, thank you. And you?" As usual, she was proper, as she was but a servant to the temple, and was once a slave.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 01:33:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Lena</strong><br><br>"You know I am not a lady.&nbsp; I am a servant like you and will always be.&nbsp; I just need to find him first." dispite the time it's been since she saw him, the possibility of his death never enters her mind.<br>"I am doing well as well.&nbsp; I was on my way to open my shop.&nbsp; Is there anything you will be needing later?&nbsp; Should I put aside some cleaning things for you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 01:38:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Alentia</strong><br><br>Nodding softly, she knows exactly who Lena speaks of. <br><br>"And you know that it is habit for me to refer to you as such. I haven't a need for anything, though the Jedi knights Isulura and Torven were in need of a few things. I know there was a new mattress requrired for Knight Torven, and Knight Isulura was in need of a few more supplies for an upcoming mission. I can get you the list if you'd like." She continued to smile, still cleaning half heartedly as they spoke.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 01:45:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Lena</strong><br><br>"That would be helpful."<br>She glances at a nearby display and, seeing she has some time, sits nearby.<br>"Do you know where Knight Isulura is going?&nbsp; Has there been any other news recently?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 01:51:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Alentia</strong><br><br>Nodding, she smiled as she moved towards her own holopad to look through the many things she had in there.<br><br>"I'm not certain where she's going, actually. You'd have to ask her. I haven't heard any news, Lena, I'm sorry." She smiled apologetically to the woman, moving to offer her the data that was required for Isulura's list of supplies.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 02:09:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Lena</strong><br><br>Lena downloads the information to her own pad and looks it over, checking to see what she has.<br>"You will make sure that they know I will have what they need?"<br>She returns Alentia's smile, "Perhaps things will get busy later, yes?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 02:10:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Alentia</strong><br><br>Nodding, she again starts to clean.<br><br>"Of course I'll let them know, Lena. And I'm certain things will pick up. You know that I'll tell you if I hear anything, of course."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 02:36:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Lena</strong><br><br>Lena nods, "You really do learn the best things."<br>She glances at the time again, "Well, I think if I am going to set these things aside I had best get to my shop.&nbsp; Maybe today I will learn something new."<br>She smiles again and stands, offering the other woman a hug, "I hope I will see you later friend, sister Alentia."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 08:22:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Alentia</strong><br><br>Chuckling, she nods as she hugs Lena.<br><br>"Thank you... I hope you do learn something new of him, Lena. Good luck."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 09:50:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Lena</strong><br><br>"Thank you as well.&nbsp; I will let you know."<br>She smiles, curtsies and flounces into her shop.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>24-04-2006, 11:46:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kainae enters the hall, still wearing his Jedi robes. He had been gone a couple of months on extended leave to his home planet. He loved his new life as a Jedi in training, but a wave of homesickness still had washed over him, making him long to return home to friends and family, people he hadn't seen in several years. The Jedi had been good enough to grant him some leave, and home he had gone. But now he was back, refreshed and eager to delve into the secrets of the Force.<br>There didn't seem to be to many people around. Kainae sat down, looking forward to get some rest, his trip had been long and tireing. He looked around to see if he could spot some new faces.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>25-04-2006, 21:15:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Lena</strong><br><br>Lena enters the hall, giggling at Alentia, "You were thinking the same."&nbsp; <br>She turns to Kainae and bows to him and smiles, "Hello Jedi.&nbsp; I am Lena and my friend is Alentia."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>25-04-2006, 22:14:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Half asleep, Kainae quickly, but smoothly, got to his feet.<br><br>"Ladies," he said as he returned their bow, while at the same time having a good look at them, "it's a pleasure and a privilege. I am Kainae." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>26-04-2006, 04:10:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Alentia</strong><br><br>Smiling, she bows her head.<br><br>"Good day, Kainae. It's a pleasure to meet you. I myself am a servant at the temple, so if you've need of anything, please don't hesitate to let me know..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>26-04-2006, 04:43:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I too am pleased to meet you Jedi Kainae.&nbsp; I am a shop keeper.&nbsp; My shop is just over there," she points towards her shop, "If you should need anything please feel free to ask." she gives him a wink.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>26-04-2006, 04:58:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"How very kind of you, ladies. I will be sure to call on you, should any need arise." He playfully put emphasis on the word "arise". What did they expect? He was a zeltron after all, not all the Jedi robes in the galaxy would change that. He grinned at them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>26-04-2006, 06:27:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lena giggles, "How is your training doing?&nbsp; You are padwan jedi, yes?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>26-04-2006, 17:12:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Alentia</strong><br><br>Blushing faintly as she listens to the pair talking, she adjusts the box she holds in her arms, filled with a few requested things by other Jedi at the temple.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>26-04-2006, 17:15:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=4200.msg174283#msg174283">Quote from: mindhazingsquid on 26-04-2006, 06:27:25</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Lena giggles, "How is your training doing?&nbsp; You are padwan jedi, yes?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"That is right. What gave it away?" he asked playfully as he smiled to them both. The first day back was of to a good start.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>26-04-2006, 17:32:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Alentia</strong><br><br>Still blushing faintly, she continued to smile. <br><br>"Well, it's not that difficult for me to tell, at least. I am sorry... But I've worked here so long, it's like second nature." She shrugs apolegetically.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>26-04-2006, 17:34:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Or, it could just be the dress," he said jokingly and gestured to his robe.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>26-04-2006, 17:36:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Alentia</strong><br><br>Laughing softly, she nods, again adjusting the box in her arms.<br><br>"Yes, that could be another thing..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>26-04-2006, 17:40:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, where are my manners?" he said, looking at the box she were carrying.. "Can I help you with that?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>26-04-2006, 17:48:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Alentia</strong><br><br>Tilting her head, she continues to smile softly.<br><br>"If you wish... I really don't want to trouble you." She was obviously kind, and if he'd heard about her around the temple, the reports of her being so, and perhaps pretty, were true.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>26-04-2006, 17:53:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He had heard of her, of course. In fact, it was safe to say he knew a whole darn lot about every attractive girl who resided within walking distance of the Temple, he had made sure of that.<br>"Oh, don't be silly," he said, "no trouble at all." He extended his arms to take the package from her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>26-04-2006, 17:56:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Alentia</strong><br><br>Smiling again, she nods and hands the package over to him.<br><br>"Well thank you then. I really do appreciate it." Once freed of the package, she smoothed her hands down over her flat stomach, adjusting her dress faintly. Her arms, while not overly muscled like some at the temple, held enough muscle to show that she worked hard at what she did, and had been worked hard in the past.<br><br>"We're not keeping you from any classes, are we?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>26-04-2006, 18:00:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, surely not," he said. "Besisdes, I just returned from leave, I expect they will want me to kind of ease into it...don't want to overstrain myself right of the bat, right?" He winked at them with a playfull smile on his face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>26-04-2006, 20:35:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Lena</strong><br><br>Lena goes over what she knows about the Force and Jedi, "What happens if you strain yourself?&nbsp; I mean if you do work and don't stretch then you can pull a muscle but I thought Force was with your brain.&nbsp; Will you pull your brain?"<br>She glances at Alentia and fixes a couple errant locks of hair, "You see?&nbsp; That is why lekku are better than hair.&nbsp; Lekku do not run away like hairs." she giggles.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>26-04-2006, 20:54:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Alentia</strong><br><br>Smiling softly to Lena and nodding her thanks, she looks back to the man before them. <br><br>"I am certain that you will be just fine..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>27-04-2006, 19:58:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>Moving into the Great Hall from the hall that lead to other rooms of the teachers, she looks about. Wearing typical brown leather pants and a small brown leather bodice-like top, she lets her eyes scan over those present, looking for the student that had just returned from leave.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>27-04-2006, 21:35:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Lena</strong><br><br>Lena bows at the entrence of the teacher she switches to Twi'lek to greet her, <em>"Greetings Mistress Jedi."</em><br>She feels a little nervous from hearing her reputation about slaves.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>27-04-2006, 22:09:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>Smiling as she sees Lena, she bows her head lightly, returning the greeting with her lekku before speaking aloud out of respect for the others.<br><br>"Hello, Lena. How are you faring?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>27-04-2006, 22:40:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Strain my brain?" Kainae found the question very amusing. Brain strain, what a fun idea. "No, I don't think there's any risk of that happening, but you never know."<br><br>Kainae turned to face the Jedi master. He had been buys with the two girls, he hadnt noticed her coming in. He gave&nbsp; her a respectfull bow. "Master Isulura."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>27-04-2006, 23:00:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Lena</strong><br><br>Lena returns to basic, "I am well, Mistress Jedi, we were entertaining your student," she checks her arm pad, "My shop is slow today.&nbsp; I hope that all is well for you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>28-04-2006, 02:05:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>Smiling to Kainae, she bowed her head lightly in greeting.<br><br>"Hello, Kainae. Welcome back. I do hope that your trip found you well." Looking back to Lena, she continues to smile. <br><br>"All is very well with me, thank you." She seemed to be in a rather excellent mood, brushing her lekku behind her shoulders, one of the leather thongs that were usually in place gone for some reason.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 00:26:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes master, it was a very satisfactory trip," he said with a mischievous smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 00:46:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Alentia</strong><br><br>Looking to the others, she smiles.<br><br>"If you'll all pardon me, I have chores..." Bowing lightly, she turned to leave to tend to those chores.<br><br><strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>Raising an eyebrow at his smile, she chuckles. <br><br>"Something to add or share about it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 00:54:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, no...not unless you particulary want me too. Besides, I believe you have a pretty good idea already, master." He always managed to say master in a way that sounded both respectfull and a bit inapropriate at the same time. It was a gift, really.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 00:57:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Isulura</strong><br><br>Shaking her head faintly, she smirks.<br><br>"Yes, I'm sure... Well if you're not too busy, perhaps you'd care to practice a few forms in the training room. When you're ready of course..." She bows her head lightly to him and Lena, then turns to disappear into the training room.<br><br>Exit: Training room
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swedish Steel</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 01:06:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It would be my pleasure, master." He remained where he was for a few seconds, watching her leave. That always got him on a good mood. Then he followed her lead.<br><br><strong>Exit: Training room</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>29-04-2006, 04:59:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Lena</strong><br><br>Lena looks about and slinks off to her shop when she finds herself alone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Great Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>30-04-2006, 22:34:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Quen</strong><br><br>The Weequay master came into the great hall after his meal.&nbsp; He'd decided to hold court, as it were, in the open today.&nbsp; Any of the few students he had could find him there.&nbsp; Not that many ever did, history not being the favourite subject of most of the younger members.&nbsp; All taken in by the flashy effects and abilities, he supposed.&nbsp; Never realizing the painstaking reconstruction of tradition that was being undertaken to remind eevryone of a time when the Order had been respected and just.<br><br>Lost in his thoughts, Quen sat on a window seat overlooking the new Senate building a mile or more away.
			</dd>
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