[Reach for the Stars] Isulura's Quarters
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				Title: <strong>[Reach for the Stars] Isulura's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>05-03-2006, 11:16:14</strong>
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				In one of the far corners of the temple rests Isulura's rooms. Unlike what one might expect from a Jedi, her room is beautifully decorated. Relics from many worlds decorate the wall, a large, beautiful antique four post bed with curtains of sheer white lace rests off to one side of her room. A large balcony gives her a view of the city, perfect for viewing the sunset. A door opposite her bead leads to a large, nearly empty room where Isulura dances often. Brancing off from that room is Isulura's bathroom, with a rather large bath tub, perfect for soaking in to rid her body of those aching muscles. The bathroom holds a rather large balcony as well, facing towards the sunrise instead. This is the only aspect in which it would seem Isulura has splurged, though in truth, while she believes mind and body should be rested and cared for, the room was actually given to her after once belonging to an important politician.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>06-03-2006, 22:45:51</strong>
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				Moving into her room from the halls, she moved to quickly freshen up and change. Once she was finished, now wearing a simple, but well made black dress that wrapped about her neck and lowered over her full breasts, leaving her stomach and back quite visible, she started about the business of making the tea. While the dress to most would seem to be a bit... Over the top and showy, it was how she was raised to dress, and how she often dressed when not on a mission or training.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>07-03-2006, 05:26:59</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>A short while after Isulura left the training room, Torven stood outside her door.&nbsp; He knocked lightly, annoucing himself quietly.&nbsp; He didn't want to cause a disturbance in the hall.&nbsp; Nothing more than two friends visiting, he thought, definitely that.&nbsp; Little did he know what stuninng sight was in store for him behind the door . . .
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>07-03-2006, 05:42:39</strong>
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				Looking up as she hears the door, she smiles and moves across the room. Pulling the door open, she smiles to Torven, motioning for him to come in.<br><br>"Everything was well with Fierash?" She questioned softly as he entered, shutting the door behind him and moving back towards where she had just started pouring their tea. She always moved with the grace of a dancer, and if one didn't know better, they'd think her a professional dancer and nothing more. But the muscle and years he'd known her spoke differently. Her back was completely bare, as well as her stomach, her head dress also changed to match her dress.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>07-03-2006, 06:02:56</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He stepped inside and let the door close.&nbsp; A smile flashed briefly.&nbsp; "Yes, though I suppose I disturbed his meditation.&nbsp; He really needs to work on his advances and guard stances," Torven followed her into the room.&nbsp; He took his customary seat, adding, "His meditation is all well and good, but defending himself . . ."<br><br>Then he realized what he was doing.&nbsp; "Sorry.&nbsp; I suppose I shouldn't bring 'work' into socializing, huh?"&nbsp; The Human leaned back and watched for a little while.&nbsp; Isulura's grace and movements always struck him.&nbsp; They were fluid and beyond anything he could manage, even at his best with his blades.&nbsp; Still, in his realm, grace wasn't everything, though a bit of showiness could help avoid a fight.&nbsp; Then there were her clothes . . . baring just as much, if not more, than they covered.&nbsp; Tempting was the right word, he decided.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>07-03-2006, 06:05:48</strong>
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				She nodded at his assessment of the student, then turned, leaning over faintly as she offered him his tea. As usual, she'd managed to find his favorite, and brew it just right. Sitting across from him, she laughed softly as she heard his next question, crossing her long legs, revealing that the gowns skirt actually had a slit up one side that parted to reveal her long legs once they were crossed.<br><br>"It's perfectly fine, Torven... We all have our little quips, don't we?" Tilting her head as she looks at him, she continues to smile before slowly sipping her tea.<br><br>"I am pleased that you could join me, though... And that you seem to like my new dress..." She grinned at him, and he could likely tell that she could feel at least something of what he was.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>07-03-2006, 13:59:02</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He'd started taking a sip when Isulura made her comment about the dress.&nbsp; With a little splutter, she was just barely saved from being sprayed.&nbsp; Torven recovered pretty quickly though, he should be used to such things, he'd known for a while that the Twi'lek had a talent for emotion and thougth sensing.<br><br>"New?&nbsp; It's very nice, when did you get it," he asked, to cover a little, "The tea is brewed perfectly, as always."&nbsp; Despite his years of being part of diplomatic missions and related off-world activities, he wasn't sure exactly what to do or say in this case.&nbsp; Though the sudden view of her well formed legs was always nice . . .
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>07-03-2006, 18:05:58</strong>
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				She continued to smile, sipping her tea. <br><br>"Just a few days ago, actually. And thank you, I do know how you like your tea." Setting her tea down, she looked back to him, tilting her head for a moment as she watched him, seeming to think on something, then looked down to her tea as she picked it up once more.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>07-03-2006, 20:54:41</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He returned the smile.&nbsp; "Is it native or imported, if you don't mind my asking," Torven replied, as something to say.&nbsp; It wasn't exactly creative, but it was better than discussing the planet-city's weather.&nbsp; He took another careful sip of his drink while watching her and anticipating the need to stifle another spurt of tea.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>07-03-2006, 20:58:20</strong>
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				"Imported, actually. Good things are often hard to find..." She slowly smiles at the words, teasing him gently as she uncrosses and recrosses her legs.<br><br>"Is everything alright, Master?" Still, it was her habit to call him Master. He was all she'd ever known outside of slavery, he was her teacher, even still.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>07-03-2006, 21:15:53</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>Torven nodded unconsciously in response to both statement and question.&nbsp; His eyes briefly followed her legs, though they were partially obscured.&nbsp; "Just fine, Isulura,"[/colo]r he murmured, "Just a bit distracted, I suppose."<br><br>Well, that was the truth.&nbsp; Not particularly specific, but the truth nonetheless.&nbsp; The source of distraction, well, obvious.&nbsp; Though he reminded himself of her prior life.&nbsp; What she'd been through.&nbsp; He didn't know for certain, but he suspected he'd had a taste of it while in the arenas.&nbsp; He hadn't been fully owned, but it was close enough.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>07-03-2006, 21:19:09</strong>
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				"Distracted, Master? Is there something I perhaps might do to help you?" She sweeps to her feet ever so gracefully, moving around him to refill their tea, the skirt of the gown flowing easily about her long legs. Setting his tea down, she tilts her head, watching him, then moves behind him, hands slipping onto his shoulders as she slowly starts to work on the hard, knotted muscles there.<br><br>"You're so very tense, Master... You should take time for yourself...." Her hands moved with an expert like quality, likely something from her previous occupation. Regardless of where it came from, it was obvious she knew what she was doing.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>07-03-2006, 21:36:01</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>The knight shrugged, "Maybe . . . I'm sure it'll pass, given time."&nbsp; Torven leaned forward a bit, though to have his cup refilled.&nbsp; By the time he leaned back, Isulura was already behind him and kneading away.&nbsp; Involuntarily, his eyes closed and he let out a barely audible sigh.&nbsp; At the same time, he tried to ignore other stirrings, but the feel of his hands movig over his shoudlers, depsite the interposed fabric, made that difficult.<br><br>"Thank you, Isulura, but . . ." he paused, changed his mind.&nbsp; He might accidentally upset her if he continued.&nbsp; He was going to say she didn't have to, but knew her better.&nbsp; She wouldn't, if she didn't want to, anymore at least.&nbsp; It had taken a while to get her to understand tat idea, but eventually it stuck.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>07-03-2006, 21:38:02</strong>
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				"But what, Master?" She must have been leaning over now, as her voice sounded close to his ear. She shifts her hands, moving to slide his robes from his shoulders, to give her easier access with only that flight suit beneath the robes. Once the robe was out of the way, she continued kneading at his shoulders, seeming to work miracles as she left her eyes on her hands, concentrating faintly.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>07-03-2006, 22:46:09</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He relaxed beneath her hands, even when she removed his outer robe.&nbsp; "Nothing . . . nothing, just thank you," Torven murmured back, deciding to go with the flow.&nbsp; Obviously this was meant to be, and she wanted to do this.&nbsp; And he had to admit, the massage was helpful.&nbsp; His usual morning exercises were a bit more strenuous than most members of the Order.&nbsp; It was a bit of a hold over from his days in the arenas.&nbsp; One of his more serious issues, one he still hadn't gotten over, though it saved his life several times on missions for the Order.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>07-03-2006, 22:49:56</strong>
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				"You're more than welcome, Master. If you wish, I could draw a bath. I've gotten the most wonderful healing herbs and salts with the tea. It's a miracle when added to water and the tea." She continues to smile, moving the massage a bit lower to his upper back as she kept at the work that came so easily to her.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 04:30:43</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He stiffened slightly beneath her hands.&nbsp; Only his years with the Order, learning control kept the momentary lapse from being noticable to an outsider.&nbsp; "N-no, that'll be alright.&nbsp; Thanks," Torven murmured, relaxing again as Isulura moved lower, "I should be ready for the afternoon lessons.&nbsp; There're a few apprentices who are getting surprisingly good."&nbsp; He did need to be on his toes with a couple of them.&nbsp; Fierash, for instance.&nbsp; And even Kaylin.&nbsp; Theywere getting well ahead of the rest of his classes.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 04:40:23</strong>
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				"As you wish, Master. Perhaps this evening then. Shall we have dinner again?" She had lessons to give as well, but she knew it was important to not only be onyour toes, but to be limber as well. If you weren't you could hurt yourself.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 19:17:17</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>"Maybe . . . dinner?&nbsp; Definitely," Torven said quietly, starting to really relax for a bit, "Your plac,e mine, or the main hall?"&nbsp; He was a pretty good cook, the chefs were alright.&nbsp; Or there was going out.&nbsp; It had been a while since he'd eaten away from the Temple.&nbsp; The Knight sighed softly and settled down into his seat, just letting the sensation of Isulura's kneading hands take over.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 19:19:57</strong>
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				"I was thinking perhaps we might go out this evening. Take a break from the Temple, from the students. If you don't mind of course." Tilting her head again, she watches his features for reactions, though she can feel that he's relaxing and enjoying the massage. She seems to know right where to press, where not to, soon urging him to shift again so she can reach lower on his back.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 21:57:27</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He scooted forward a little as Isulura moved lower.&nbsp; "Out sounds good.&nbsp; It's been a while since I ate anywhere else," Torven murmured, "Almost like you read my mind . . ."&nbsp; He put a little lilt in his voice, knowing that she could do exactly that, if she chose, though pretty certain that she wouldn't.&nbsp; At least not without asking first.&nbsp; He was reasonably sure of that . . . hoped so, at least.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 21:59:20</strong>
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				She wouldn't dream of invading his privacy like that, unless she thought it a dire emergency.<br><br>"Then it's settled. After lessons, meet me here, and we'll go? As long as you're not flying..." Slowly she smiles, then leans to drop a soft, quick kiss to his cheek as she draws the massage to an end, likely leaving him rather relaxed and not nearly as sore as he had been. Moving around him, she stopped to stand before him, head tilting as she smiled softly, affectionately really, offering her hand for his empty glass.<br><br>"More tea?"
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>09-03-2006, 05:04:01</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>A little surprised by the kiss, Torven didn't answer at first.&nbsp; After a few heartbeats, he recovered.&nbsp; "Here it is, after lessons.&nbsp; I didn't plan on going off-world . . .," he knew what she meant, but all the same, he wasn't <em>that</em> bad a pilot-driver.&nbsp; Starships, sure, he wasn't great, driving was a different matter, unless . . . "If you're still on about that little incident on Yavin 5 . . ."<br><br>His eyes followed her around, though he placed his hand over his cup at the tea offer.&nbsp; He'd had enough, for now.&nbsp; Looking at her, on the other hand, was a different story.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>09-03-2006, 19:06:52</strong>
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				Laughing, she shakes her head. <br><br>"Of course I'm not on about that still... I mean we almost died twice, but still... It was fun." She smiled down at him, tilting her head lightly as she watched him watching her. She's silent for a long moment before speaking a bit more softly.<br><br>"Yes...?" It almost was questionable if she was asking him what he wanted, or if she was saying yes to something in his mind.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>09-03-2006, 20:15:42</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>The Knight shook his head quickly, as if dispelling some dust, or a thought.&nbsp; "Nothing.&nbsp; Nothing," he said,&nbsp; leaning forward a bit, "Thank you . . .for the tea and the massage.&nbsp; My back hasn't been this relaxed in weeks.&nbsp; Probably that matress I've been sleeping on.&nbsp; Been meaning to request a replacement for a month now, never seem to get around to it."&nbsp; He smiled and rolled his shoulders in a simple stretching exercise, one that had become a little quirk of his.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>09-03-2006, 20:31:16</strong>
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				"I'll order one for you tomorrow." When she had an agenda, she kept it. So he knew he'd get the mattress soon enough. Of course, when he leaned forward, his face was suddenly all that closer to her flat, slightly muscled stomach, bare from the design of the gown, full breasts not overly far above that. She continues to watch him, not thinking anything of their closeness. For now.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>10-03-2006, 02:29:12</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He leaned back quickly, having forgotten that she was so close.&nbsp; "Thank you, again, Isulura . . . I'll see someone about it on my way to the next lesson," Torven said, not really turning down her offer, but he felt better doing things for himself.&nbsp; Once more, the spectre of her background loomed up.&nbsp; "You don't need to wait on me . . . or anyone else for that matter.&nbsp; Not that I don't appreciate the offer."<br><br>Once more he fought down instinctive urges, hormonally driven.&nbsp; If there was one thing the Jedi mental and physical training was good for, he hoped it would work now.&nbsp; In fact, he also tried to suppress the emotional response of her barely clad closeness as well, just because she was sensitive to such things.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>10-03-2006, 13:26:01</strong>
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				Laughing softly, she shook her head.<br><br>"I am well aware that I am no longer a slave, Master. You've taught me well, you shouldn't worry so much." She smiled, then reached out, pulling his robes back up for him, smoothing them over his shoulders as she leaned over him. It came naturally, and to most, it would appear she was just being motherly, though he knew it was truly a mix of that, and her previous life.<br><br>"As for the mattress, I know you shall forget, so I shall have it ordered this evening before we go for dinner." She knew he was feeling something, but she didn't want to pry and upset him. So she simply stood straight once she'd finished with his robe, watching him once more.<br><br>"Where did you wish to eat?"
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>10-03-2006, 20:49:01</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He smiled and returned a small chuckle.&nbsp; "I suppose so . . . still, I can't help remembering <em>that</em>," he said, then grew quiet and she leaned to pull his robe up.&nbsp; The view he was given, accidentally he was sure, down the top other outfit . . . well, there were some pretty strong emotions riding through his mind.<br><br>As soon as Isulura stood up, Torven rose.&nbsp; "Thanks, again, Isulura.&nbsp; If there's anything I can do for you, you know all you have to do is say so," he smiled and thought for a moment, "Dunno . . . any preferences?"
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>10-03-2006, 20:55:16</strong>
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				Watching him for a long moment, having no doubt gotten a 'whiff' of those emotions, she finally spoke softly, watching his eyes closely.<br><br>"There is something you could do for me... Tell me what you're feeling? Without me having to pry, having to feel for myself..."
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>10-03-2006, 23:28:01</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He paused for a moment, his face briefly contorting.&nbsp; Should he tell her?&nbsp; Of course, she had a right to know.&nbsp; But . . . there was the council to consider, and whether she'd reciprocate or not.&nbsp; More importantly, whether her reciprocation was based on real feeling or on the fact that he'd freed her.&nbsp; No, he'd not take the chance, yet.<br><br>"I'm sorry, Isulura . . . maybe later.&nbsp; Maybe tonight, I don't know," Torven eventually quietly said, "I need to work it out a bit myself first."
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>10-03-2006, 23:29:58</strong>
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				She almost looked disappointed, but bowed her head respectively.<br><br>"Of course, Master. Whenever you feel you are ready." Turning, she moved to sit once more, skirt moving about her legs beautifully. Once sitting, she again crossed her long legs, looking back at him.<br><br>"I had not meant to make you uncomfortable..."
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>11-03-2006, 16:06:26</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>"No need to apologize, Isulura . . . no need at all.&nbsp; It's just something I need to work out for myself first, before sharing," he said.&nbsp; Especially with her.&nbsp; Yes.&nbsp; &nbsp;Torven smiled and gave her a little return bow.&nbsp; "Thank you for the tea and the company.&nbsp; Maybe we should see to the students?&nbsp; Who knows what trouble they're getting into."&nbsp; There was a small glint of mischief in his eye.&nbsp; He remembered all the trouble the newest students got into back in his day, the younger ones at least.&nbsp; He was never involved in that, of course.&nbsp; Really.&nbsp; Back in the days when they were still training on Yavin 4.
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				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>11-03-2006, 18:32:48</strong>
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				"Of course. If you'll give me a moment to change, I'll be right out and we can go find the chaos ourselves..." Laughing, she shakes her head as she turns and moves towards her bathing chamber. It doesn't take long before she moves back out, wearing her robes, though for the moment they're open as she adjusts them lightly over the brown leather top and pants she wears as usual.<br><br>"Shall we?" She smiled as she stopped at his side, motioning towards the door.
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				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>11-03-2006, 20:57:21</strong>
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				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He stood a few feet from the door waiting for her.&nbsp; As he waited Torven noticed her shadow in the other room.&nbsp; For a few moments, he had fleeting, imaginative thoughts about her, about what she was doing.&nbsp; They vanished quickly, however, as he forced himself to perform a basic breathing ritual designed to clear the mind.&nbsp; It was something taught to new apprentices, but he found himself using it more and more often when he was around Isulura these days.<br><br>When she returned and was adjusting her robe, he smiled.&nbsp; "Very nice, Isulura . . . there are some changes to the Order that are definitely good moves," he said, obviously complimenting her outfit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Isulura's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>11-03-2006, 21:10:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tilting her head as she moved to open the door, she smiled, reaching to touch his arm.<br><br>"Thank you, Master. I do rather like my own clothes. They are so very comfortable, so easy to move in." One reason was because they were so well made, of the softest leathers. Another was because they really didn't have much to them, as he often saw.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isulura's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>11-03-2006, 22:40:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He chuckled as they left the room.&nbsp; "And not bad for distracting your opponent, I'd imagine," the words escaped before his brian had had a chance to edit them.&nbsp; Torven immediately felt a little heat come to his cheeks.&nbsp; He did his best to suppress the blush, but it had been there for a few heartbeats.&nbsp; He hadn't meant to say anything, even remotely, like that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isulura's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>12-03-2006, 10:17:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Blinking softly as she paused just outside the door, she watched him for a moment, then smiled gently.<br><br>"I would have no wish to distract my... Opponent. Perhaps I should change." It was rather obvious by her tone that she meant distracting him, but she didn't say it out loud. There was really no reason to. She continued to walk, leading him into the halls and to the training room.<br><br>Exit: Training room
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isulura's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vandren</strong> on <strong>12-03-2006, 17:01:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Torven</strong><br><br>He followed along, after a murmured, "No reason not to . . . it can be quite an aid . . . in a fight."&nbsp; Torven returned the smile and walked along silently beside her.&nbsp; He seemed lost in thought the whole way, considering his minor predicament and what he could do to get out of it, beyond silence and buying her dinner.<br><br>-&gt; Training Room
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