The Furry Knight's first student....

[Ryn'Dhal]

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Training Grounds​

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[member=Vorian Adasca]​

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It'd been a while since he last would be found in the training grounds. Mask affixed in place, and light robes donned, gloved fingers held a datapad displaying his agenda for the day. It seems a student was in need of some telekinetic refinement, and some work with Form III, both of which were near and dear to the Masked-Knight's heart. His cloak was discarded this day, and his tail, which very few were aware of, was hidden in plain view, visible as if it were a mere belt, wrapped about his waist hooking upon itself. The prehensile appendage was a hidden advantage he held over most humanoids, and his helmeted robes helped to further conceal his strange nature.

After confirming the nature of the lessons for the day, he'd set about gathering various objects and materials with which he would have the padawan manipulate, to help to further enhance his own understanding and capacity with that aspect of the Force. After setting up multiple platforms, in the forms of heavy stone benches, and 'short' columns, setting each with a few objects, one might recognize as being discuses from the Ranger's Rifle-range. The clay disks would be excellent for using with the Telekinesis lesson, as well as during the Soresu training.

Now, came the waiting game. The memo stated the location for the two to meet, so it was only a matter of time before the padawan arrived. Should he be punctual with his arrival, Ryn'Dhal had another ten minutes before the student should show. That time would be spent practicing a relatively 'new' form of Meditation, at least to him. Levitating Meditation. Taking a seat on the ground, he concentrated, willing the Force to commune with him. He slowly left the earth, the gap between himself and the ground growing to a maximum distance of approximately six inches, and there he focused, feeling the Force in the various life-forms in his immediate vicinity.

A soft smile cut across his face, obscured by the mask he wore. His androgynous and obscured appearance, made it impossible to be able to tell what let alone who he was. But, his location would identify him to his approaching student. And, if Ryn'Dhal wasn't mistaken, judging by the feeling of intent and a definite thirst for knowledge emanating from a particular individual approaching the expansive training grounds, his student for this day was approaching....

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[Tyberius Fel]

A sharp blast of wind sent the robings of the Padawan fluttering as he progressed across the courtyard of the Academy. After a lesson with a different Jedi Knight, Vorian had only a few hours to recover -- most of that time being spent observing dew droplets condensing on blades of grass, meditation and a brief review of the Jedi code -- before he was informed that he would be engaging in yet another lesson with a certain 'Ryn'Dhal." Of course, Vorian Adasca would be the last of Padawans to ever complain of lessons. A bit of exhaustion was a bargain price to pay for yet another small step in his journey to totally comprehend not only the force, but the state of the universe itself. As a Jedi Master, hopefully. But such times were far away. Now, the Arkanian Jedi was concerned with arriving on time. Of course for Vorian, on time was ten to five minutes early.

Arriving midst a small clearing, the total white of Vorian's eyes traced the outlines of various training materials -- stone bricks, columns, clay discs to name only a few. This teacher seems to be more in depth than most. Noted Vorian with a tinge of pleasure. Rolling his shoulder, he rotated smoothly on his heels and locked his gaze onto... she? him? The Jedi Knight's features seemed to be intentionally concealed behind a mess of binded robings, along with a furred belt wrapped about his waist. A flare that Vorian found oddly ostentatious for a Jedi.. though with his sharp senses the Arkanian seemed to make out the furred 'belt..' winding into his pants? Before he could inspect his tutor more closely, Vorian's conscious reminded him that he was here for a lesson, not to visually analyze fellow Jedi.

Vorian returned his gaze to the Jedi Knight's masked visage, smiled and bowed his upper body. "Jedi Learner Vorian Adasca. It is a pleasure, Master Ryn'Dhal."

[member="Ryn'Dhal"]

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

He couldn't help but grin behind his mask. Master is something I doubt I'll ever get used to.... He thought to himself, before nodding. He'd set one foot ahead of himself, using the Force to aid him in rising from his seated position. He was levitating after-all, and he was personally curious if his proficiency with this particular form of meditation had gotten to a point where he'd needn't lower to the ground completely before rising. Fortunately, the Force was with him, and he managed to smoothly transition to a relaxed standing position before the padawan. Giving the padawan a polite bow, as Ryn was always of the mindset that all beings deserved proper respect, especially fellow Jedi, regardless of point-of-progress. "Well met Vorian!" His voice was melodic, soft and soothing, and largely unhindered by his mask. The soft, musical nature of his voice only made his over-all androgynous appearance that much more difficult to pierce.

"If I am not mistaken, and I could very well be, as you are, in fact, my first pupil since being Knighted, you are here in particular for some more.... let's say, practical, rather than advanced.... lessons in manipulating objects, or telekinesis, and some Forms?" He would ask, his datapad lifting from a nearby bench, and drifting idly into a waiting, gloved, hand. He'd investigate the memo just to reconfirm again. He'd murmur softly to himself, "Always better to measure twice, and cut once...." before his eyes fell upon the specifics. "Yes, there it is. Telekinesis, along with Soresu and Ataru. Good, all things I am relatively well versed in."

Sending the datapad drifting back towards the bench, he'd gesture to the various objects. "As I am sure you know, we Jedi should not seek direct conflict. We may not always avoid it, but we shouldn't seek it. Should it find us, however, we need to be prepared to act and react accordingly. Some Jedi take to primarily using their lightsabers as their weapons of choice in such conflicts. Others, however, use the gifts of the Force almost exclusively, living on the opposite end of the spectrum. Then there are others, myself included, who prefer to live more in the middle, as far as our preferred method of engaging in the martial dance of combat goes." He'd lift his hands, soft, subtle, and gentle motions through the air, causing several of the small discuses to lift, and almost dance in the air, before shuffling the positions, and setting them down once again. He'd move to a massive stone column, one easily weight at least five hundred kilograms of solid stone, and with a single hand, and a relatively minor exertion of will, caused it to to elevate into the air, rotate completely, and lower down to stand now on what was before, it's head, the base now facing the sky. "Telekinesis is a basic, but all to valuable, artform, especially when used in conjunction with the various Forms. Our lesson will start first, with telekinesis, then we will enter into the forms later. And, perhaps later today, or another day if we break, we will practice using telekinesis in conjunction with one, or both, forms."

Ryn set about bringing the discuses all together. There were three sets of three, three colors. Blue, Red, and Green. He'd set them all, according to color, on their own stone podium. Then, he shuffled only the top disc of each pile. So the green pile now had one red, and two green, the blue had one green, and two blue, and the red had one blue, and two green.

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Clapping his gloved hands together, he'd turn to face the padawan, a smile more than evident in the musical tone of his voice. "Alright, this is a simple enough exercise in theory, but the concentration it takes for an initiate to accomplish it is far greater than that of an adept, and so on and so forth. So, this is not to seem demeaning, or condescending, but to be a test with which I might better gauge where you are in your training and capacity with this skill. As you become more proficient, size, weight, and mass, of an object become more inconsequential. But, for now, until you can remove from yourself the basic concept that mass takes effort to lift, you will likely find smaller objects easier. At least, I know I did. So, for this exercise, I simply want you to return the stacks to order. Three red, three blue, and three green. Begin whenever you are ready!"

He held confidence that this exercise would work wonders for the padawan. After all, they worked wonders for himself!

[member="Vorian Adasca"]​

 

[Tyberius Fel]

This master is particularly animated. Noted Vorian, with a vague ambivalence. His usual tutors were the stereotypical reserved and wizened masters, who spoke in mysterious riddles and metaphors as a simple matter of course. Irritating? Perhaps, but it was something the Arkanian had grown accustomed to. Yet Ryn seemed to delight him(her?it?)self in speaking about aspects of the force, dispensing his wisdom, hands softly cutting through the air with gentle swishes. From both his words and the subtle twitches of body language, Vorian could tell the Jedi Knight was inclined to a pacifistic stand point, a view that the young Jedi Apprentice shared.
"I once diffused a conflict between a Sith and a Witch without resorting to violence." Though Vorian wasn't usually prey to hubris, he stated the feat with a notable hint of pride, after which he fell silent once ago, paying full attention to his teacher lecturing on the topic of telekinesis. After finishing his instructions, the Arkanian nodded his affirmation and channeled the force. He allowed it's familiar, warm touch to disperse throughout his body and fill him with a renewed vigor.
Extending out the long, slender fingers of his hands, Vorian allowed the force to ebb at first, and then flow from his body, wrapping long invisible tendrils around each discuse. The Arkanian was by no measure a force god, but unlike the newer generation of Jedi Padawans he had joined the Jedi Order as a young initiate, allowing him years to hone his innately strong affinity with the raw power of the force. Though Vorian was somewhat fatigued by the end of it, he managed to successfully unstack and restack each color disc into their popular, color-matching stacks.

With a wide beam, he pivoted smoothly on his heels and reported to the mysterious Jedi Knight: "Finished, master."

[member="Ryn'Dhal"]