A Walk Among Gods (Templars)

[Amelia von Sorenn]

The figurine seemed not to fly very fall until it was snatched from the air, the woman's hand grasping the piece before allowing it to fall before her. Her eyes, as stunning as they were, seemed to peer into the beings that stood before her, a soft smirk crossing her lips. Though in the moment that single word was spoken...​

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Jedi...​

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Her hand quickly shot up, a clenched fist forming as the two men behind her began to reluctantly loosen their grasp upon the hilts of their blades. They were an over zealous duo, though there had to be something to say for their own desire to ensure that the woman was protected and safe. Of course she was more than capable of doing that on her own, and a simple nod brought the two out of their crouched positions. ​

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"Remember. We are here to talk. Nothing more." ​

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A nod from the two marked an understanding as she slowly peered back towards those whom stood before her. Slowly she brought her hands up, revealing that they were empty before she crossed her arms over her chest. The armored woman remaining, or rather deciding it was best to remain with all of her armor upon her form. ​

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With a soft smile she nodded her head, the two behind her took another step back before taking a step to their right and left respectfully. No words were spoken just yet, and it was clear that she was studying the two before her. There was much to learn in listening to an individuals voice and how they spoke, as well as from how they carried themselves. For her though it was the same when she looked upon every single Jedi that she came across. ​

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They stood defiant, and not in any means that they stood against tyranny or the wrongs committed against a galaxy. No they stood defiant against any whom would demand they take action, or would demand that they themselves be governed and regulated by those other than their precious Council. That was the part that bothered her the most, was that they sought to govern themselves and in the process they let worlds burn that they would have been able to protect. ​

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"Allow the adults to speak child. Your voice means nothing here." ​

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She peered upon the Padawan for a moment before returning her eyes to gaze upon the Jedi Knight that stood before her. The question remained, and all she could do was smirk. Bringing her hands up, she motioned to the walls of the various homes and former domiciles before them. ​

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"If they were taken by force, then were is the proof? Truly if we had taken them at the tip of a blade, or the end of a barrel, there would have been those that would have fought."​

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[member="Barrien Siegfried"]​

[member="Roshki Belawiiks"]​

 

[Roshki Belawiiks]

[member="Barrien Siegfried"] [member="Amelia Sorenn"]

I bristled slightly, for a lot of reasons.

Once again, Barrien decided to intrude my mind. I didn't like it when he disregarded my privacy like that, especially when it was to give me a psychological evaluation. Wicks? Seriously? And who said I was afraid of abandonment?! I think you've got problems, bro.

That was another thing. I could...I don't know. I seemed able to pick up more easily on Barrien's thoughts, much more easily than with Karr. I didn't know what it meant, but I didn't like it.

And then, of course, there was Snooty Tooty and her overeager beaver brains -- I mean, bodyguards. My voice meant nothing? My voice meant nothing?

Oh, lady, you've got no fething clue who you're talking to here. I'm the biggest fething loudmouth you'll ever come across, and there's no way in hell you're gonna get me to shut the kark up.

Yep. I was irked.

I guess, in hindsight, I should've paid more attention to how the trio reacted when Barrien introduced us as Jedi...But that wasn't my primary concern.

"Well, she was a healer. And healers tend to be wussies when it comes to violence. As for her husband? He was a businessman -- yawn. I'm sure it wasn't hard to convince them to leave. And if it was? You have had plenty of time to clean up the mess. Hell, we don't even know what this place looked like beforehand. Maybe you decided to get in touch with your inner designer or something." An image popped up in my head of this lady picking out paint samples and rearranging furniture, and it was difficult to suppress a snicker. That was one thought I kinda hoped the Knight would pick up on.

I looked around the place, rubbing my right shoulder thoughtfully. "Why'd you need a healer and her hubby? Why not just take the healer and give him visit rights or whatever?"

 

[Leora]

Barrien sighed as soon as she told Roshki to be quiet. That wasn't going to end well.

Just focus, alright? Focus and be calm. She's trying to get you riled up. Don't let her.

Shaking his head, he looked back at the woman and her overly aggressive friends. These were not people to be taken lightly, and yet Barrien never once flinched at their movements. They could say and do as they pleased and it won't bother him unless they tried to attack the two of them, or harmed anyone else. It was curious, their reactions to him saying they were Jedi. Clearly these people did not like Jedi. They weren't always liked, he was aware of that, and he didn't take it personally since he'd never met them before.

What he did take personally was the way she was treating his Padawan. It didn't anger him, per se. It was more an annoyance. The kind of annoyance where someone does something obviously stupid, but it's so minimal that actually causing trouble over it, outside of verbal correction, isn't worth the time.

"Her voice has as much validity in this conversation as mine does, I think you'll find."

And of course she would call them wussies. Really, Wicks? Healers had saved her arm for her and she was antagonistic towards even then. He was going to have to get to the bottom of her attitude at some point.

"It's not unusual for healers to be pacifists, this is true. And given the woman's reputation, it would fit the bill, so to speak. However, given that she had many people she tended to, and given that she had friends that were concerned over her mysterious disappearance, it seems unlikely that she went freely, as if she were going on a trip. Were that the case, notification would have been given to patients and friends alike. Since this was not the case, it suggests forced removal.

"Forced removal need not be violent. It's quite likely, given the immaculate nature of this apartment and the aforementioned deduction, that both the healer and her husband were gentle by nature and did not wish to fight. Not wishing to fight does not mean that they went freely. So I ask you this: why have you taken them, and to where have you taken them?"

[member="Amelia Sorenn"] | [member="Roshki Belawiiks"]

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

"That is a child, and a child's voice matters not when it comes to conversation between adults. Though for now I shall amuse your thought that she is anything but what she is; a child that you are turning into a weapon that you will withhold from any actual form of aiding the denizens of the galaxy." ​

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Bringing her hand up, she snapped her fingers, causing the two that remained behind her to bow for a moment. Stepping forward came one with a seat, slipping it to her side. The other pulled a table forward before forcefully setting a chair down upon the other side. Room for two at the table, and only the two as the guards stepped back and resumed their original stance. ​

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The woman brought her hand up once more, this time though offering the seat to the Jedi Knight. Slowly she slipped into her seat, flipping one leg over the other even in her armor. Her hands came to cross upon one another as they rest upon her knee. Her eyes piercing into the being before her as she quietly pondered for a moment. It was only when she collected her words did she speak once more to break the silence. ​

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"Once more, what makes you think we took them by force or any means? Were you aware that those patients you were so worried for were also looked after; or did the Jedi deem such information below them and once more jump into a situation blind?" ​

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A few moments of looking up such trivial information would easily yield the simple fact that even the healers patients had been escorted from their homes, though it was still by no means under duress or by force. Quiet once more, she closed her eyes and leaned back in her seat, a soft smirk across her face as her eyes opened once more. ​

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She found it amusing that there before her stood two Jedi, the very beings that were meant to defend the Galaxy, and rather than putting their resources to work aiding those whom fought the One Sith, they were out here looking into individuals that in the long run meant nothing. A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she sat there, keeping her eyes upon the Knight and his Padawan, the child. ​

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[member="Barrien Siegfried"]​

[member="Roshki Belawiiks"]​

 

[Roshki Belawiiks]

[member="Amelia Sorenn"] [member="Barrien Siegfried"]

I listened to this woman's words as her minions brought forth a table and two chairs. Even if she'd been silent, her message was clear: I wasn't welcome. I didn't even need Barrien to point out the fact that she was trying to get me riled up like an idiotic hothead.

Well, I decided the best course of action was to educate this fine woman on how I -- not the Jedi, but I -- operated. And it was time to show her that I was neither child nor Jedi. Not really, anyway.

Unclenching my fists, I forced my demeanour to become something which I was unaccustomed to: being nice. My muscles relaxed as much as I could get them to, and a smile affixed itself to my face. Actually, it probably looked like I was trying to do the number 2, but who the hell cared?

Making use of my hip, I rudely moved Bucket Head out of the way. Shut up and don't move. I have a plan!

Plopping down on the chair with a soft sigh of relief, I then noisily plunked my boots up on the table top, taking a moment to get comfy. "These chairs ain't really good for relaxin', ya know what I mean?" Lacing my fingers behind my montrals, my smile became more of a sneer. "But I guess it's better than being in that idiotic armour of yours. Oops, did I say that out loud? Oh, no matter, I'm just a child, right? What the hell do I know about a single fething thing? Nothing, according to you."

I repositioned my arms so that they were crossed over my chest. Meanwhile, my sneer-smile had gotten bigger. "Say, since I'm such a petulant little ankle-biter, as you say, why not a story? What's that? You don't want a story? Too bad - I'm telling it anyway."

Wiggling in my seat, I began, my voice taking on a silly tone like I wasn't the child, I began to speak. "Once upon a time, there were some idiots. Well, alright, I'll let you in on a secret - they really weren't idiots, I just wanted to call them that. Anyway, these idiots were tasked with finding food for their village, since all those other morons decided to pack up and leave for a new land, which was where they were at when this story takes place.

"Now, the village had a bit of a rat problem, which was why they moved. So, to take care of it, any new food or new thing the people encountered was first exposed to the rats. If the rats lived, then the people knew they didn't really have to be afraid. If the rats didn't, well, you get the idea.

"So these idiots went into the nearby forest to find some food. Most of the plants and animals were things the villagers knew about, so the idiots had no need to test them out. But after a while, they came across a berry they'd never seen before. Well, let me correct myself real quick: there was a berry the villagers knew was poisonous, and there was a berry the villagers knew was not. But it just so happened that this new berry had leaves like the one, but a colour and shape like the other.

"What were the idiots to do? In this new area, they didn't have nearly enough rats to test the berries on, and there was no guarantee that simply touching the berries would be safe."

Now my voice turned deadly serious, and I leapt up so that I stood with my palms on the table, smile gone and black eyes meeting the woman's. "I'll cut to the chase. You want us to turn back and not even bother with the berries. You want us to just leave them alone and go back to what we know, right? But there's a slight problem. The berries might not look weird, not in the grand scheme of things, but that doesn't mean anything. Something feels off, even if things look normal. So until we see with our own eyes, in the flesh and blood, where this healer is, I at least am not moving one. Damn. Inch. And I don't fething care if it behooves you to have Jedi wandering around. I want to see the healer, I want to see the patients, and by golly I want to have a conversation with them. And you, Snooty Fruity McTooty, are gonna let us do that."

I sat back down, smiling sweetly. "Or is that too much to ask from a big, bad, adult?"

Alright, Bucket Head, my temper tantrum is done.

 

[Leora]

He watched as the woman drew on her henchmen to get a table and chair for her. It was amusing that she accused him of using Wicks when she was blatantly using her lackeys for menial work that her own hands could have easily done. Barrien certainly wouldn't ask Wicks to do such things. Nor would he use the Force to do them. He grew up using his hands to do manual labor, and he valued that experience. It kept one grounded.

While he would have responded, he was promptly bumped out of the way by his apprentice, and she told him that she had a plan. So, he acquiesed, willing to let her explore, and knowing that he she could handle herself, plus he was there if she needed him for any reason whatsoever. He didn't expect a fight, but he was still wary of one.

She spoke passionately. In fact, what she said was more than admirable. Towards the end she got a little firey, but he didn't expect anything less of her. She had a fire in her spirit like none he'd ever seen. It was a flame he hoped that she would keep, because, as he saw right now, it kept her on track and wanting to do the work that they'd come to do. If she could keep that impassioned feeling throughout her life, she would be a wonderful Jedi.

When she finished he smiled and looked at the armored woman. The ball was in her court now.

Well done, Wicks. Very well done. You're a better Jedi than you give yourself credit for.

[member="Roshki Belawiiks"] | [member="Amelia Sorenn"]