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once_reborn) wrote in etrayalogs2024-05-02 09:24 pm
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WHO: Mal Durrish and YOU
WHEN: Early May
WHERE: Various
WHAT: Mal keeping up and meeting people - open to all new/existing interactions! Happy to build on existing CR or meet new people!
NOTES\WARNINGS: Will add if needed.
(Meeting your friendly neighbourhood Jedi...)
Target Practice - Open!
She kept to the outskirts for this part of her training, certainly. It wasn't that it was necessary, per se. Military service and then Jedi training had kept her weapons skills pretty sharp. And Jedi from the older versions of the Order might find the idea of a Jedi doing blaster practice to be a bit...gauche, or at the very least unusual - but practice definitely made perfect. Especially here, where she didn't know she could count on much of anything.
At one end of the clearing she'd set up a few cans at various distances. She stood at the other, checking over her trusty Bryar pistol. It was the sidearm of choice of the Jedi Master Kyle Katarn - whom she had a little bit of hero worship for, all things said and done. But it also was just a damn good choice, quite frankly. Not as powerful as a BlasTech, and not as flashy - but it'd be accurate and reliable.
She had made sure it was cleaned, readied - and took aim at the first can, standing firmly. There was a light choom sound, the blaster bucked slightly, and a yellow bolt of energy shot out across the clearing, blasting the first can off of its resting place. Ok, not so bad.
She nodded, approving, and set her sights for the next shot.
Saber Practice - Open!
Nearer in to the Apartments, she found the first open ground she could. Slowly she drew out a circle in the dirt with a boot, then settled herself in the center of it. The heavy cylinder of her lightsaber was taken from her hip, held in front of her. She took a deep breath, centered herself in the Force, and in the moment, and then ignited the weapon.
With a snap-hiss and a slight hint of ozone on the air, the blue blade shone in the light of the early morning. She settled into the first form, and for a moment, she stilled. Then, slowly at first, she began to move through each of the positions. Whatever doubts she had disappeared in these moments. This she could do, this she could always rely on - moving with precision from step to step, saber moving from place to place.
Then the movements became more elaborate; practice cuts and parries, shifting from movement to movement with quick ease. The lightsaber made its unique sounds as it cut through the air - and to anybody observing, it would appear to be a matter of grace. Her movements are smooth, seemingly easy - and gaining complexity by the moment.
Exercise - Open!
She could also be found in workout clothes, for once actually disposing of the hooded jacket, long sleeves, and gloves that seemed to be an absolute uniform for her. The lightsaber remained at her hip, because some things were universal, but the black exercise shirt was new. The bare arms revealed scars, here and there - signs that her life had certainly not been one in which the word softness had featured.
But it might not be noticeable since she'd be jogging when someone ran into her, or at best stretching before doing so - she wasn't pushing herself for speed, not this time, but she was aiming for endurance.
She followed a route that wound through most of this strange place; controlling her breathing and coming to a stop once after every lap of her circulating.
Maybe you are doing similar, or run into her when she stops to drink from a canteen, or grabbing a towel from her small pack to wipe off her face and neck.
Diner - Open!
Of course, a woman has to eat - and the diner has become a favourite haunt of hers. In part because the caf - or coffee, as other universes seem to call it - is excellent to her taste buds. But also because there's so much food there that is both tasty but also that she's never seen before.
She has a little sheet of paper on the table next to her - the menu is written out on it, with check boxes next to every item. One by one, she's trying everything, and a good number are checked off already. The problem being that she's discovered a few favourites, which keep tempting her back.
First and foremost? Waffles. What universe came up with these? Fluffy and crunchy at the same time; can be topped with nearly everything - though this Maple syrup is just...wonderful.
She may be on her second helping.
CYA!
[Always happy to open up custom prompts! Drop me a PM or contact me on plurk if you have an idea!]
WHEN: Early May
WHERE: Various
WHAT: Mal keeping up and meeting people - open to all new/existing interactions! Happy to build on existing CR or meet new people!
NOTES\WARNINGS: Will add if needed.
(Meeting your friendly neighbourhood Jedi...)
Target Practice - Open!
She kept to the outskirts for this part of her training, certainly. It wasn't that it was necessary, per se. Military service and then Jedi training had kept her weapons skills pretty sharp. And Jedi from the older versions of the Order might find the idea of a Jedi doing blaster practice to be a bit...gauche, or at the very least unusual - but practice definitely made perfect. Especially here, where she didn't know she could count on much of anything.
At one end of the clearing she'd set up a few cans at various distances. She stood at the other, checking over her trusty Bryar pistol. It was the sidearm of choice of the Jedi Master Kyle Katarn - whom she had a little bit of hero worship for, all things said and done. But it also was just a damn good choice, quite frankly. Not as powerful as a BlasTech, and not as flashy - but it'd be accurate and reliable.
She had made sure it was cleaned, readied - and took aim at the first can, standing firmly. There was a light choom sound, the blaster bucked slightly, and a yellow bolt of energy shot out across the clearing, blasting the first can off of its resting place. Ok, not so bad.
She nodded, approving, and set her sights for the next shot.
Saber Practice - Open!
Nearer in to the Apartments, she found the first open ground she could. Slowly she drew out a circle in the dirt with a boot, then settled herself in the center of it. The heavy cylinder of her lightsaber was taken from her hip, held in front of her. She took a deep breath, centered herself in the Force, and in the moment, and then ignited the weapon.
With a snap-hiss and a slight hint of ozone on the air, the blue blade shone in the light of the early morning. She settled into the first form, and for a moment, she stilled. Then, slowly at first, she began to move through each of the positions. Whatever doubts she had disappeared in these moments. This she could do, this she could always rely on - moving with precision from step to step, saber moving from place to place.
Then the movements became more elaborate; practice cuts and parries, shifting from movement to movement with quick ease. The lightsaber made its unique sounds as it cut through the air - and to anybody observing, it would appear to be a matter of grace. Her movements are smooth, seemingly easy - and gaining complexity by the moment.
Exercise - Open!
She could also be found in workout clothes, for once actually disposing of the hooded jacket, long sleeves, and gloves that seemed to be an absolute uniform for her. The lightsaber remained at her hip, because some things were universal, but the black exercise shirt was new. The bare arms revealed scars, here and there - signs that her life had certainly not been one in which the word softness had featured.
But it might not be noticeable since she'd be jogging when someone ran into her, or at best stretching before doing so - she wasn't pushing herself for speed, not this time, but she was aiming for endurance.
She followed a route that wound through most of this strange place; controlling her breathing and coming to a stop once after every lap of her circulating.
Maybe you are doing similar, or run into her when she stops to drink from a canteen, or grabbing a towel from her small pack to wipe off her face and neck.
Diner - Open!
Of course, a woman has to eat - and the diner has become a favourite haunt of hers. In part because the caf - or coffee, as other universes seem to call it - is excellent to her taste buds. But also because there's so much food there that is both tasty but also that she's never seen before.
She has a little sheet of paper on the table next to her - the menu is written out on it, with check boxes next to every item. One by one, she's trying everything, and a good number are checked off already. The problem being that she's discovered a few favourites, which keep tempting her back.
First and foremost? Waffles. What universe came up with these? Fluffy and crunchy at the same time; can be topped with nearly everything - though this Maple syrup is just...wonderful.
She may be on her second helping.
CYA!
[Always happy to open up custom prompts! Drop me a PM or contact me on plurk if you have an idea!]
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"Well, it sounds good, but we're really not supposed to lie like that, either, you know? Effective though that one would be."
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He scoffs, though it's not in an annoyed kind of way. If anything, Fabian still sounds pretty cheery about it. Playful, even.
"Are you saying it's not true? Are you not good, nor generous?"
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It's hard for her to explain, really. That the very idea of exaggerating is a bit of anathema, because of her past. That because of where she's been, truth, humility - these matter all the more to her.