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Faction Casual Fisticuffs (Whatever the Paddy Pack is called now)



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Veridia had become one of Aris's preferred hangouts over the past few months. It was quiet, peaceful. More importantly alive. Coruscant was great and all, but the urban concrete jungle just wasn't a place he liked to stay. Here though, he could enjoy the sounds and smells of nature without having to worry about something off putting. So here he trained, here he studied. And here he tried to figure out how to actually talk to someone he considered a friend.

That was the hardest part for him.

Of everything Aris had learned over the years, how to talk with a friend who was clearly upset. Braze had spoken some rather hurtful words to Aris, but the Epicanthix boy couldn't help but see there was something more going on with it. Had he done something wrong to upset him? Likely. From his readings on the topic his dismissal of Braze's concern was likely an insult that added fuel to the fire, but it wasn't the core of the issue.

In truth, he had no idea what to do next. He did want Braze's help, but at the same time he wanted Braze to understand that some of his concerns were unnecessary. It wasn't meant to insult or hurt. Perhaps he should put more thought in what he wanted to say.

Braze Braze
 


Veridia
Tag: Aris Noble Aris Noble

"You look like you need some help."
Vera looked at her brother and perked a brow. She could tell when something was up to him, better than anybody. Well, except for Mom, maybe. Still, Vera didn't like seeing him stuck in his own head and approached with a more gentle smile, rather than her usual teasing one.

"Not with the training," Vera clarified as she walked over with her own lightsaber in her hand.

"You have something on your mind. You were quiet at dinner last night, you didn't play with Adam and even Aurra said you were looking a bit sad." Maybe sad hadn't been the right word, but Aurra didn't know any better. She just felt like something was up with her big brother, and that meant he was sad.

"What's up?"



 


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Aris didn't even look up from his book as Vera approached and spoke to him. It wasn't surprising that she'd noticed. That the others had. He wasn't sad of course, that wasn't something he was sure he could even feel properly. But he did want to fix things. Figure out what had been happening so it could be solved. "After a spar Braze got upset with my dismissal of his concerns and said some things out of what I can only guess was stress. I'm trying to figure out how to talk to him about that and help him with whatever it is that's going on."

Vera Noble Vera Noble
 





Braze had run off after his last poor social interaction, and he hadn't gone back to talk to Aris yet. The guilt was eating him up on the inside, but the more time elapsed between then and now, the more it just felt harder to come to terms with and to take action. It was a childish desire to avoid fessing up and avoid that moment of confrontation. It was strange. Typically, Braze rather liked confrontation and sometimes even enjoyed being a pest, but this was different. He felt bad about his actions and didn't know how to approach Aris to apologize. He knew what he'd done was wrong, but somehow admitting it verbally and apologizing for it just felt incredibly, and painfully awkward... but was avoiding it worth all this guilt? Braze didn't want to think about it; he didn't want to think about any of it. He had other problems on his mind.

He had found a quiet place to gather his thoughts, or so he thought, within the Ashlanti Elysium's grounds amidst the open deck where parts of the large wisteria tree enveloped the large balcony-like room. He decided that perhaps he needed some meditative practice and had fetched what he needed to practice his version of Faalo's Cadences. He had meticulously set out the candle and the orbs before gathering his saber and trying to connect with the crystal.

In the quiet sanctum of this room, Braze stood alone, save for the presence of his lightsaber, its Kyber crystal pulsing with a soft, teal glow. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing along the walls as the flicker of candlelight played against the darkness. It was here, in this secluded space, that Braze sought solace from the turmoil that churned within him.

He approached the slack line, a thin ribbon of possibility stretched tight across the room. With a deep breath that seemed to draw the quiet of the room into his lungs, Braze stepped onto the line, his body tensing, then relaxing into the rhythm of Faalo's Cadences.

The acrobatic dance began, a silent conversation between Braze and the crystal within his saber. Each movement was a word, each leap a sentence, weaving together a narrative of struggle, fear, and the quest for understanding. The saber, an extension of his arm, moved with precision and grace, its light casting shadows that mirrored his emotions.

"I feel small... weak," Braze confessed to the void, his movements sharp and erratic, a physical manifestation of his inner turmoil. The crystal, responded not with words but with a calming influence, a gentle embrace that sought to soothe the tempest within.

As the dance progressed, Braze's thoughts turned to Aris, to the conflict that had left a bitter taste in his mouth. "I said things I regret," he admitted, part of his silent conversation being given breath and real voice breaking his silence at certain moments. His cadence quickening, the strikes of his saber more forceful, echoing the intensity of his remorse. The crystal absorbed his confession, offering back a sense of peace, a reminder to reflect, to seek understanding beyond the heat of anger.

"Why was I so aggressive?" Braze pondered, his movements becoming introspective, a slow, deliberate exploration of his own fears. The crystal, ever patient, seemed to guide him towards an answer, its glow a constant, comforting presence in the shifting shadows.

The heart of his struggle lay in the loss of control, the fear that his dreams were now beyond his reach. Yet, as he moved, conversing with the crystal, he was reminded of the resilience of dreams, the potential for new paths to emerge from the ashes of old ones.

This was the balance between accepting his limitations and recognizing his strengths and coming to terms of what he could and couldn't control...


 
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Veridia
Tag: Aris Noble Aris Noble Braze Braze

"He wasn't mean to you, was he?"
There was a sisterly protectiveness to her voice now. She was always going to tesse him, and they could have their fights, but if anybody else upset her brother, she was going to need to have words with them. Though, in this case, it felt more like a situation between two people who struggled to communicate a little.

Aris was still trying to understand certain feelings and habits. His mind was more logical, his words more direct - that could upset people who didn't know.

Vera sighed after a moment and walked over to place a hand on his shoulder, "Well, sitting here alone won't fix anything. Why don't we go find Braze together and talk to him? I'll be there as support or if I need to beat him up for being mean to you."

She was only half-joking.



 


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"I don't think he was trying to be."

Technically. Braze did say some mean things, but Aris knew that Braze hadn't truly meant them. Fear of the unknown was something Aris was trying to understand himself. Aris was an anomaly. Stress and fear were a bad combination. He blinked though as Vera stood up and decided the best course of action was just to talk. Was that really what he could just do?

".. I shouldn't let him have space?"

The book said something about giving people space, but he didn't understand that fully either. So.. Maybe it was right to listen to Vera this time. Hesmiled after a moment before nodding.

"Okay. Let's go find him."

Braze Braze | Vera Noble Vera Noble
 





Finding Braze wouldn't pose much of a challenge. For once, he was less preoccupied with maintaining his mental shields, allowing his emotional aura to radiate freely as he practiced his meditative kata atop a tightrope. His movements fused grace with strength, and at some point, he allowed his mind to shift entirely to the sensation of motion, indulging in the pure joy of movement. This playful engagement seemed to lift his spirits, imbuing him with a renewed sense of enthusiasm as he concluded his conversation with his crystal and began testing his skill at balance, attempting tricks that demanded even greater finesse.

The loss of his arm had introduced new challenges to his equilibrium and coordination, yet Braze embraced these difficulties with a kind of fierce joy. The thrill of navigating danger had become a familiar sensation to him, one he had grown nearly addicted to. The adrenaline rush of flirting with risk was a craving he had often pursued before becoming Jasper Kai'el Jasper Kai'el 's apprentice, a pursuit he had since dialed back significantly. Yet here he was, teetering after executing a particularly daring maneuver, his robes billowing softly with each movement.

To a casual observer, Braze might resemble a circus performer perfecting his act for an upcoming show- a fearless tight rope walker as he gracefully hopped back in to a backflip landed and slid down in to a split atop the narrow tight rope.

 


Veridia
Tag: Aris Noble Aris Noble Braze Braze

"You already gave him space and he had time to cool down. Now, we talk."
Vera snatched his arm and pulled him along the first few steps before she let go and started guiding him. With her sharp senses, it wasn't too difficult to track people down, even in a Temple full of Jedi. Here, there weren't nearly as many, so she soon located him through the Force and guided her brother to him. It was his conversation to have, she knew, but they were both dorks.

Maybe she needed to be there.

When they entered the room, Vera spotted Braze training, deep in focus, and decided against calling out to him. She didn't want to risk him getting hurt, so she looked at Aris and simply waited.


"I'm sure he'll be with us in a moment."



 


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"That.. Makes sense."

Kind of like boiling water. Before it could be drank it needed to cool off. Science for the win again. He followed after Vera, keeping a calm smile on his face. A small one, at that. He was nervous. He didn't want to make things worse, but he at least trusted that neither did Vera. Once they arrived he did pause in the room with her, watched Braze for a moment.

He was training again. It wasn't surprising, but was he pushing himself too much? Aris couldn't be sure, but he nodded to Vera and just stood there. Awkwardly waiting for Braze to at least get down from the rope.

Braze Braze | Vera Noble Vera Noble
 





Braze was keenly aware of the others as they entered the room, their hushed tones barely reaching his ears. Attempting to rise, he felt a momentary awkwardness, his movements uncharacteristically clumsy. A slight misstep caused him to slip, but given he wasn't perched too high, the small loss of balance and minor stumble were quickly corrected, allowing his feet to touch the ground sooner than anticipated.

He deactivated his blade and secured it to his belt, then proceeded to adjust his clothing in a manner reminiscent of a nervous cat grooming its fur—an action driven more by a need for self soothing comfort than necessity.

"Hello again..." His voice trailed off as he divided his attention between Vera and Aris. Uncertainty clouded his expression, his usually impenetrable mental shields now tightly sealed in the wake of realizing he was no longer alone.

"About earlier..." he began again, more awkwardly this time, his gaze oscillating between the two. The air around him felt charged with unsaid words, adding weight to his next confession.

"You... you don't have to stick to what we agreed upon, and uh... I'm sorry. I didn't mean any of those things I said," Braze admitted, shifting uneasily on his feet. His voice, tinged with a touch of regret. This moment of humility was a stark departure from the confidence he usually exuded.

He didn't know Vera very well nor did he know Aris. And the unknown was often a concerning thing.


 

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