GhostOfProtocol
The OOC One
Quinn sat in an unused room just off a side corridor. The academy was always a busy place, so finding a room like this was almost a gift from whoever was above. He sat crossed legged, meditating. He slowly shook his head, opening his eyes.
The first Master he ran into was [member="Maya Whitelight"]. She was nice enough, conducted his first lesson in the academy. Technically he wasn't looking for her, he was looking for anyone who'd be willing to teach, and she seemed like a person who's always willing.
"Master, do you have a moment?" He asked, a little bow on the end for good measure. He had always been polite, and since joining The Order Of The Silver Jedi he didn't see a reason to stop. All he could help is that she had a moment.
The first Master he ran into was [member="Maya Whitelight"]. She was nice enough, conducted his first lesson in the academy. Technically he wasn't looking for her, he was looking for anyone who'd be willing to teach, and she seemed like a person who's always willing.
"Master, do you have a moment?" He asked, a little bow on the end for good measure. He had always been polite, and since joining The Order Of The Silver Jedi he didn't see a reason to stop. All he could help is that she had a moment.