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7 yrs ago
Current Taking off early thanks to crazy personal stuff. Posts on Tuesday!
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7 yrs ago
Life can be...just wow. Lessons learned from my hiatus: it's ok to be vulnerable with those you care about, the people who love you will always remain in your life and be true to what you want.
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8 yrs ago
Aaaaand work got busy again. Breaking my rule of posting on Friday, but that'll be when I have time again.
8 yrs ago
Tied up at work! Be back tomorrow.
8 yrs ago
In the words of a famous Scottish king; "T'was a rough night". Taking off early for the weekend. Posts back on Monday!
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"She'll make soap out of you. That's what she does. Makes soap out of people."
-Little kid, Big Fish

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She made some good points, as she normally did when she entertained his more philosophic tangents, before redirecting the conversation to something more positive.
"Yes...yes I'm hoping it is as well." It was then that the holo communicator in the pocket of his robe began to chirp, Yerbol glancing down, brow arched in surprise. He withdrew the device and activated it to find his old Master staring grimly up at him.
"Yerbol, is Leoria with you at the moment?"
"Yes, Master, she is...why do you ask?"
"Please ensure that she comes with you to our meeting. We have moved our time to convene to four in the afternoon."
"Master is ever-"

Mansuto had already severed the connection, Yerbol looking over at Leoria, mystified.
"Well then, I suppose you'll be finding out what I will in a few hours. Fun." He pressed a button on the side of the communicator, a chronometer appearing to reveal that the time was two.
"He's never asked to see the both of us together...has Master Arianth contacted you at all? I wasn't told of any communication between her and Mansuto, but of course they must talk...or at least, they talked plenty when we were Padawans." A smile crossed his face.
"Hey, remember when we were told that we needed to be careful about 'forming attachments' because we wanted to go out to a Cantina? I thought Master Mansuto was going to have a heart attack when I told him about the outing, let alone it being with a good friend that was-" He gasped for effect.
"A young woman! How could two Padawans be trusted to control themselves? Wouldn't they descend into barbarous behavior that would set a terrible precedent for the Order?" He chuckled a bit as he leaned his head back once more and closed his eyes.
"Hey, at least if it's bad news, we'll get it together."

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The duo stood within the council chambers, the rays of the afternoon sun filtering in through the full panel windows that surrounded the northern portion of the gilded room. There were six chairs in a semi circle formation, but none were occupied. It was four o clock and the chamber doors were open, but no Master Mansuto. Odd.

As if on cue, the old Twi'lek burst into the chambers, breathing out a heavy sigh as he sat in the chair closest to the center of the circle, his blue skin looked a tad darker than normal.
"Forgive our tardiness, but we were ensuring that some last minute data we were given was accurate. The other Master will join us in a moment, but first, I must ask..." His gaze fell on Yerbol.
"You have received no communication in the past twenty four hours, correct?"
"No, Master, not that I'm aware."
"Good, good. And you, Leoria, no one has reached out to you?"
Also, I tried to find a picture best representing Yerbol and this was the best I could find. Forgive the anime-ness of it, but again, best I could find xD


"Aw, see, you being around me is already boosting my self confidence...or my ego. I'm hoping it's the former." He laughed as they rounded the corner, the duo walking to the end of the short hallway which terminated at one of the three courtyards located within the Temple. Three was a bit excessive, but when the Temple was rebuild, the Masters thought it would be conducive to ensure that there would be more space for any incoming Jedi. At the time, it sounded like a prudent plan, but with the galaxy producing less and less Force users by the year, one could only wonder if the lush plant life and ornate decor would be left to rot in a few years.

"I'm sure they do have something planned for you." To their right was a miniature waterfall which cascaded gracefully into a small pond enclosed by a stone barrier. Next to the barrier were a few benches, Yerbol planting himself on the bench farthest from the waterfall as he continued:
"Sometimes the Masters do things in a seeming random manner, but from I've learned from following Master Mansuto, there's some grand scheme at work...maybe scheme isn't exactly the right term, but you know what I mean." His large frame shifted on the bench, glancing at the glistening water before leaning his head back, eyes closing. After a few moments of silence, Yerbol asked:
"How do you think the rest of the galaxy sees us now?" He looked over at his companion with an apologetic smile as he added:
"Let me be clearer: without an Empire to chase down and make us look like the good guys all the time, how do you think the rest of the galaxy, the Republic even, will see us down the line? I've heard a lot of chatter from some of the locals on other planets and they...they see us as a force that needs to be controlled, not a force for good like the Masters tell us we are. I mean, think about it from their perspective: instead of restoring Corulag into a habitable planet, we're sending scholars and Knights to go investigate a ruin the Sith may or may not have built. Where's the practicality in that? I guess...maybe I'm totally off, but I think that without the Sith or the Empire or some menace threatening the rest of the galaxy, we're kind of a wildcard." He shifted again, then continued:
"I suppose I shouldn't doubt what the Masters are doing, or at least not voice my concern yet. Master Mansuto wants me to meet him and another Council member later this evening to 'discuss my progress'." He snorted a chuckle.
"I don't know what that means, but it sounds ominous."
Fair enough, yeah. I like the friendship angle and I'm SURE it'll be tested when they get to Korriban.
Well, you lucky person, you xD

Indeed I am. We've been getting so much rain the past few weeks! I mean, it's normally rainy in April, but for there to be record flooding...oi.
Hey there! Just wanted to let you know I replied.

Also, are you guys getting a lot of rain? Cause I mean, we're getting deluged here xD
A pained shriek of agony echoed through the tomb, Yerbol's lightsaber crackling to life as he ran to the end of the hall, grimacing as he went right, hoping that the traces of the scream could lead him to the source. Once he reached another intersection, visceral grunts came barreling from his left, the young Jedi leaping into the air to avoid a charging Tuk'ata and a rather angry Shyrack following in suit. He had seen both creatures in holovids before, but to see them in person...it drove home how disgusting they actually were. With his feet now firmly planted on the ground after the jump, he threw his lightsaber at the Shyrack, the winged creature dodging the initial throw, but the return arc sliced it in half, gore spattering onto the ground as Yerbol's lightsber returned to his hand in time for him to dodge the other attacking creature, rolling to the left before popping back up and thrusting his hand forward to push the creature back.

Nothing happened.

"So you ARE force resistant." The Tuk'ata snorted, then charged again, Yerbol waiting until the very last moment before pirouetting left and slicing horizontally through the skull of the creature, the top half of the monster sliding onto the floor before the bottom collapsed. While the lightsaber was an instant cauterization tool, it didn't prevent the stench of death from wafting into one's nostrils. As his nose crinkled, Yerbol decided he would walk down the same hallway that the creatures had come from. It was a hunch, but he felt that the source of the scream might have come in part to the creatures of the tomb. His large frame darted down the hallway, then right, which opened into a large room with an obsidian colored tomb in the center, five pillars surrounding the grave in a hexagonal manner. Adjacent to the tomb was a woman with a lightsaber and on the ground next to her was...
"Lysa..." Even in the dim lighting, he could identify the curly, raven colored locks, the dark green tunic she always wore...

"You...what did you do to her?!" He could smell the faint aroma of burnt flesh, feel the heavy sensation of loss...

She had killed her...or had she stumbled across the body?

"No...no..." His jaw clenched, the young Jedi raising his lightsaber.
"This might be a mistake, but I'll give you a few seconds to explain why you're standing over the corpse of my sister before I kill you." Anger seethed within his body, seizing his limbs, blinding his mind to the Jedi code he had tried so strictly to follow.
Loved your post by the way! Leoria seems like an awesome character :)

Also, got you a reply. Let me know if you need anything changed. Tried to build on the foundation you laid in terms of Yerbol and Leoria's past
When Yerbol spotted the glowing Leoria coming towards him, he couldn't help but relax. It was always a welcome sight to see a friend, but even more so after the grueling forty eight hours he had been put through. When she was within about a foot, she smiled at him and spoke, the young Jedi chuckling at the sentiment before telling her:
"I hope that's a good thing." His dark green eyes gazed into her bright blue ones and he couldn't help but feel a bit more energy surge through him. Leoria had been such a help during their respective times as Padawans and even more so as a Knight. They had run several successful operations together and Yerbol consulted her quite frequently when he had some down time, which would probably make Leoria one of, no maybe his ONLY, close friend in the Order. It was hard creating relationships due to the intensity of their studies and the frequent mention of "not having attachments" because they only "led to distraction". However, Masters Mansuto and Arianth didn't seem to have a problem with their Padawan's friendship. Maybe they knew that they helped each other grow and allowed the relationship to flourish due to the beneficial nature of it. In any case, Yerbol was happy to see her.

He brushed aside some of the rebel strands of jet black hair that had fallen on his forehead before telling her:
"Master Mansuto has had me meditating almost non stop the past two days, which would explain why I haven't gotten back to you. After Tattoine, I was basically sectioned off and unofficially told that I couldn't communicate with anyone until I got this-" He pointed at his temple.
"Sorted out. Hasn't been very successful, but here's hoping things clear up in the next few days." He hadn't told Leoria about what had happened and he didn't know if he would...not now, anyway. Master Mansuto was right in telling him to shove aside his thoughts for later. He needed the break and good company was a way to ensure that.
"So you noticed the quiet, too, right? I didn't think that almost everyone would be out on assignment...hey, wait, I thought you volunteered to go with an expedition out to Corulag to explore some ancient ruin or whatnot. What gives? You didn't stay behind to talk to me, did you?" He gave her a playful nudge as he motioned for her to follow him.
Great to hear! Will you get a post in a bit :)
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