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Apr 9, 2012 21:06:38 GMT -6
Post by forcesi5 on Apr 9, 2012 21:06:38 GMT -6
IC: Lord Nelf, Corporal Billings, Tourist Island.
The Inquisitor straightened up, head and shoulders bursting up through the water in a spray of brine, throwing his head back and gargling vigourously with the salt water then turning his face sideways to squit it out.
"Oh, come on; giving me mouth to mouth wasn't that bad, was it?" Asked a voice close by.
Nelf turned to stare up at the drowning survivor sitting on the wharf to the left of him, fixing the ragged human's gaze for a long silent moment. He turned his head away and slapped his face back into the water for another mouthful.
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"Yesssss. Therrre is booth, and then rrrails," Rasa responded as she brushed past him.
Appreciating how picturesque the locale was, Billings looked where she indicated, spying the booth that looked like it had been formed from uniform strips of wood, or branches, lashed together to form a structure, though he did not know if that was right, or if it was an artificial material moulded and coloured to look like that; add to the Castaways vibe that he was now feeling.
"Yep, that is definitely a booth, Rasa. Good call."
There was an open flap forming an window at the front of the kiosk, showing a selection of coloured flimsiplast flyers inside, tacked to the interior walls. They could probably find a tourist map in there, Billings smiled.
His expression faded as it gradually dawned on the guardsman that he was very much alone here. He actually did a complete 360 turn as his gaze roved between the trees, and through the greenery for some sight of the elusive Cathar.
"Where in the Original Light did she go?" He wondered aloud, concern creeping into his voice.
Switching modes, Stefe studied the leafy ground for sign of hidden pits, and deliberately backed up until he was flat against the kiosk, the open panel to his left.
A rivulet of sweat rolled down his neck, into the blue neckline of his armour.
"Rasa?" He called softly. "Quit playing around....this is not funny, young lady."
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Ktala
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Apr 13, 2012 23:13:45 GMT -6
Post by Ktala on Apr 13, 2012 23:13:45 GMT -6
Rasa Ruu'ta-Li Tourist Island wharf - Location: Ciutric IV
Rasa was enjoying herself as she swung through the trees. In the back of her mind, she was getting a very strange sensation. She was pretty sure it was coming from Lord Nelf, and she did NOT want to know what was going on. As long as it wasnt something dangerous, she would simply keep an eye on it.
She heard Billings say something about the shack, but he seemed busy enough, so she sailed through the trees, enjoying the few moments she had to herself. Billings was busy searching the shack. She kept an open eye and ear of things, just to make sure no one suddenly walked up on him. She suddenly heard Billings call out from the shack. It wasnt that loud, but her sharp ears could pick it up. "Rasa?" He called softly. "Quit playing around....this is not funny, young lady."
Rasa dropped down from a branch, landing next to the shack. "Whaaat isss not funny?" She asked, her ears twitching with curiosity, as her tail slowly moved. "I wassss nearrr rraill" she stated, as she rubbed her arm, smoothing down her fur. "Whaatt is wrrrrong?" she asked him, as she looked about. Nothing seemed out of place to her. She looked over patiently, waiting his response.
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Apr 16, 2012 16:43:58 GMT -6
Post by Zeltron on Apr 16, 2012 16:43:58 GMT -6
IC: Gaan Be'orar - Werdla Orar - Hyperspace
Beside Gaan, Mariel sighed. "I understand...sort of." Gaan glanced over at her, but saw her eyes had wandered. "I guess...I just would have given up already, and...maybe with Talia and everything, I did." The girl played with her lightsaber handle. "Does that...does that make me weak? I don't know...my former Master told me there's no shame in walking away from a battle you can't win, but how do you know when you can't win?"
Gaan's eyes traveled back to her Padawan's face. "You're not weak, Mariel. Your Master was right, but which battles to fight and which to walk away from is something that is left up to you. Sometimes you should fight no matter the likelihood of defeat, because not fighting could be worse than defeat... even worse than death. Sometimes it's foolish to fight even when you can win. Your Master left it up to you to decide, and I can only say trust your instincts. I almost never run, at least not without first engaging, and that is what would be called reckless and rash. I do it because I won't back down, and I hate giving up. I don't encourage you to follow in my footsteps, because it is far wiser to know when you should run, and do it." Gaan paused. She was trying to make a point she couldn't quite grasp. "Just remember this: If you feel like you can't defend your decision, and or have doubts about whether what you're about to do is actually right, then you're probably being influenced by something other than clear judgement." Smiling faintly at the girl, Gaan rose and moved to the medical cabinet. Pulling out some bandages and other items, she returned to the bed and reseated herself beside Mariel.
"I know you probably have more to talk about, but I should get this started while we're at it. Will you give me a hand?" Gaan set the items between them on the bed, then unzipped her outfit. Picking up a small, medical half-shirt, she put it on, then pushed the upper part of her outfit down to her waist.
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Apr 16, 2012 19:24:39 GMT -6
Post by echogirl94 on Apr 16, 2012 19:24:39 GMT -6
Knight Be'orar looked back up at her. "You're not weak, Mariel. Your Master was right, but which battles to fight and which to walk away from is something that is left up to you. Sometimes you should fight no matter the likelihood of defeat, because not fighting could be worse than defeat... even worse than death. Sometimes it's foolish to fight even when you can win. Your Master left it up to you to decide, and I can only say trust your instincts. I almost never run, at least not without first engaging, and that is what would be called reckless and rash. I do it because I won't back down, and I hate giving up. I don't encourage you to follow in my footsteps, because it is far wiser to know when you should run, and do it."
Mariel thought that through. But what if I don't know....?
Her Master had apparently anticipated the unasked question, because she continued. "Just remember this: If you feel like you can't defend your decision, and or have doubts about whether what you're about to do is actually right, then you're probably being influenced by something other than clear judgement."
The Padawan nodded quietly, almost understanding. "Okay..."
Knight Be'orar rose and collected a few medical supplies. "I know you probably have more to talk about, but I should get this started while we're at it. Will you give me a hand?"
"Of course," Mariel responded eagerly, as her Master began removing the pieces of her outfit that covered her injuries. "What can I do?"
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Apr 17, 2012 21:40:28 GMT -6
Post by Zeltron on Apr 17, 2012 21:40:28 GMT -6
IC: Gaan Be'orar - Werdla Orar - Hyperspace
"Of course," Mariel answered eagerly, returning the smile to Gaan's face. "What can I do?"
"I can't see the ones on my back." Gaan handed her an unmarked bottle, and a small rag. "Moisten the rag with that, and clean them for me, please?" Gaan picked up the bandages, and began tearing off various-sized pieces.
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Apr 17, 2012 22:13:39 GMT -6
Post by echogirl94 on Apr 17, 2012 22:13:39 GMT -6
IC: Mariel Rian, Werdla Orar
"I can't see the ones on my back." Knight Be'orar handed her an unmarked bottle, and a small rag. "Moisten the rag with that, and clean them for me, please?"
"Yes, Master," Mariel answered promptly. Healing wasn't one of her talents, but this was a fairly easy job. Following her Master's instructions precisely, the Padawan gently dabbed at the cuts with the cloth.
"Those must hurt," she commented quietly. "What happened?"
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Apr 18, 2012 19:54:54 GMT -6
Post by Zeltron on Apr 18, 2012 19:54:54 GMT -6
IC: Gaan Be’orar – Werdla Orar – Hyperspace
“Yes, Master,” came Mariel’s quick reply.
Gaan leaned forward as the girl prepped the cloth, placing her elbows on her knees to give Mariel better access to her back… and to keep the girl from seeing her face. As she well knew, the liquid was very effective, but not very pleasant, especially when applied to open wounds. It burned like Corellia’s hells from the second it touched flesh to the second it finally finished its thorough disinfecting process.
As the rough fabric came in contact with the first cut, Gaan stilled, intent on not disturbing her Padawan’s work. She shifted slightly under the girl’s ministrations, though, when the liquid touched a deeper cut. Trusting that Mariel hadn’t noticed, she forced her body to relax again.
The girl must have noticed something though, because she quietly remarked, “Those must hurt.” Then, without waiting for confirmation, she asked, “What happened?”
Gaan flinched. After a short pause, she raised her head, which had been resting on her hands, and looked over her shoulder at the Padawan for a long moment, debating whether she dared tell her the truth or not. Finally, twitching from the pain of an invisible lash, she looked away again, her decision not her own. “My friend and I were attacked by some of Dathomir’s creatures while we spoke together.”
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Apr 18, 2012 22:01:52 GMT -6
Post by echogirl94 on Apr 18, 2012 22:01:52 GMT -6
IC: Mariel Rian, Werdla Orar
Knight Be'orar winced slightly, and Mariel realized that once again she'd asked the wrong thing. "I'm sorry..." she began, but her Master answered the question after a long pause. “My friend and I were attacked by some of Dathomir’s creatures while we spoke together.”
Really? Mariel paused for a moment in cleaning the long gashes. She couldn't think of any animal that would leave this kind of mark - not big enough for a rancor, not small enough for a purbole...
"Master..." The Padawan really wanted to ask are you lying to me? but decided against it. "What kind of creature?"
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Apr 18, 2012 23:49:34 GMT -6
Post by Zeltron on Apr 18, 2012 23:49:34 GMT -6
IC: Gaan Be'orar - Werdla Orar - Hyperspace
Mariel stopped cleaning Gaan's back after her answer. After a short pause, during which Gaan grew uncomfortable enough to pick up a small patch of disinfectant-soaked cotton and press it to the vibroblade wound on her stomach, Mariel began, "Master..." She seemed to debate saying something else, then finished, "What kind of creature?"
Gaan's face contorted at the question. Did she really have to lie to the girl again? Force knew how much she hated it. Besides, what would happen if she couldn't withstand the Council's questioning, and Mariel found out the truth? Too late, she reminded herself. She'd already committed to the lie, and had to carry through with it now. Bitterly, she muttered under her breath, "Are you enjoying this, Master?"
Composing herself, she answered her Padawan, "I'm not sure. I didn't recognize it at the time. But then again, I haven't exactly spent a lot of time on Dathomir, either."
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Apr 19, 2012 15:48:02 GMT -6
Post by echogirl94 on Apr 19, 2012 15:48:02 GMT -6
IC: Mariel Rian, Werdla Orar, Hyperspace
Mariel heard her Master mutter something under her breath, and winced. I shouldn't have said anything.
"I'm not sure. I didn't recognize it at the time. But then again, I haven't exactly spent a lot of time on Dathomir, either," the older woman responded.
Mariel sighed. "Master...I'm sorry I asked, if it was an uncomfortable question. I'm just worried...I don't want to lose another Master." She bit her lip; she hadn't meant to say that much.
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Apr 21, 2012 16:40:06 GMT -6
Post by Zeltron on Apr 21, 2012 16:40:06 GMT -6
IC: Gaan Be'orar - Werdla Orar - Hyperspace
Mariel sighed as Gaan finished. "Master... I'm sorry I asked, if it was an uncomfortable question. I'm just worried... I don't want to lose another Master." Gaan winced, not havng intended to come off like that.
Gently resting her hand on her Padawan's shoulder, she said, "Mariel, you're not going to lose me. I'm here to stay for good, and a few scratches won't change that." She smiled at the girl, then went back to cleaning the wound on her stomach. "I didn't mean to be harsh about it, either. I want you to feel free to ask questions whenever you want."
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Apr 21, 2012 17:33:05 GMT -6
Post by echogirl94 on Apr 21, 2012 17:33:05 GMT -6
IC: Mariel Rian, Werdla Orar, Hyperspace
Knight Be'orar rested one hand on Mariel's shoulder. "Mariel, you're not going to lose me. I'm here to stay for good, and a few scratches won't change that."
The Padawan returned the smile her Master offered, rather shyly, as the woman continued.
"I didn't mean to be harsh about it, either. I want you to feel free to ask questions whenever you want."
"Thank you," Mariel responded, continuing to clean the injuries on Knight Be'orar's back. Se hesitated before continuing, but she felt it had to be said. "Master...you know you can trust me, don't you? If there's something going on...you can tell me. If there's one thing I'm really good at, it's keeping secrets."
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Apr 21, 2012 19:04:48 GMT -6
Post by Zeltron on Apr 21, 2012 19:04:48 GMT -6
IC: Gaan Be'orar - Werdla Orar - Hyperspace
"Thank you," Mariel replied. Gaan's lips formed a half-smile, but she knew the girl couldn't see it. After a moment, Mariel continued, "Master... you do know you can trust me, don't you?" Gaan closed her eyes with a slight sigh. She hadn't wanted to lie in the first place... now the Padawan was making her wonder why she had. "If there's something going on... you can tell me. If there's one thing I'm really good at, it's keeping secrets."
Gaan's shoulders slumped, almost as much in relief as surrender, as her defenses momentarily gave way to the girl's unrelenting onslaught. Tensing her back somewhat so Mariel would know what she was referring to, she whispered softly, "They're whiplashes." Her voice was just loud enough for Mariel to hear, as though any louder would earn her time in heck.
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Apr 22, 2012 16:00:37 GMT -6
Post by echogirl94 on Apr 22, 2012 16:00:37 GMT -6
IC: Mariel Rian, Werdla Orar, Hyperspace
Knight Be'orar's shoulders slumped for a moment, then tensed as she whispered, "They're whiplashes."
Mariel's eyes widened for a moment. "Master...I'm sorry. Why...why didn't you tell me before? Or anyone else?" Realizing that could be taken as accusatory, she added quickly, "I won't say anything. I just...wondered."
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Apr 22, 2012 21:50:47 GMT -6
Post by forcesi5 on Apr 22, 2012 21:50:47 GMT -6
IC: Corporal Stefe Billings, Tourist Island
Billings jumped as the Cathar appeared beside him, the back of his armour bouncing audibly off the kiosk wall.
He said nothing, glancing up at the trees around them, mentally considering her claws, and the presence of trees, and putting two and two together.
"Ahh, I see you can climb those things, trees."
Billings calmed himself, forcing his breathing to regulate, and nodded at Rasa. "Alright, as you were. I don't mind where you are, as long as you say, instead of just disappearing like that. Right, I'm going to check out the Visitor's Hut for a map or guide or something."
The guardsman brushed aside green fronds of the more encroaching flora to move round the sides of the structure to reach the back, and pushed open the door, stepping inside. The crinkly sounds from the floor drew his gaze down to the dark floor illuminated only by the weak light coming through the open hatch at the front.
He wrinkled his nose; the floor was covered with empty food packets. It was clear that somebody had been living here. "Rasa," he said, in case the jedi was still outside and in earshot, "What was the name of that fellow on the island holo?"
Stefe leaned over the floor to pluck a colourful flimsi off the interior wall, looking closely at the colourful imagery to see if it offered any clues about what they would find on the island.
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