Faction The River's Gift [Force Imbue]

[Carlo Von Corrino]

Upon arriving at the lesson location, Carlo found a comfortable spot along the riverbank. He shrugged off the cloak-like aspect of his modified robes, which, truthfully, resembled more of a designer suit than something practical for a Padawan. But Carlo was nothing if not true to his sense of style. He moved closer to the water and knelt slightly, dipping the fingers of his right hand into the flowing river. The metal of his fingers caught the sunlight, gleaming softly as they were submerged in the cool water.

Shifting his attention from the river, Carlo began to observe the other attendees. Some faces were familiar, while others were not. For those he recognized, their names escaped him—he was always better with faces than with names. It seemed a few had entered the water. 'Was that part of the lesson?' he wondered, glancing back at the tranquil flow of the river.

Pushing aside the background noise, Carlo focused on the task at hand, making a conscious effort to keep his fleeting attention span in check and avoid letting his mind wander.

 

[Nulgath Zardai]

Tags: Open
Location: Opposite side of the Riverbank.
Objective: Force imbuement.
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His breathing, if it could even be called that, hitched as he struggled to remain still. In his hyperactivity he pulled out a necklace of some significance to him and placed it on the rivers bank and pressed on! His attempts to attune to the Living Force only worsened the backlash. The very threads of life woven into the nexus recoiled at his presence. Where the Jedi became part of the flowing tapestry, Nulgath remained an alien tear in its fabric. The nexus rejected him—its serene current snagged and twisted upon his wound in the Force, pouring its light into him in a futile attempt to heal what could not be healed.

And the pain… the pain.

Not physical, not like the electrocution he had suffered at the Sith runes or the severing of the darkside by Zaiya Ceti display of power but psychological, existential. It was the deep, gnawing ache of being unwelcome in the very universe. The Force itself seemed to cry out against his existence in this place. The Blackwing Hive Mind, sensing his weakness, surged in strength, its darkness clawing at the walls of his mind, threatening to subsume what little clarity he had left. It empowered him to remain in the doubt of his own existence that was cast by his own psyche and the nexus itself.

"Do you see now, Nulgath?" the Hive whispered in unison, its countless voices cutting through the mental haze like vibroblades. "The Light abhors you. It would unmake you if it could. You are not alive. You are not of it. You are us!!"

"No." His voice rasped out, a dry whisper. He pressed his palms harder into the earth, as though anchoring himself to reality. "I am… not you." He tried again to focus, to meditate, to reach for the Living Force, but it was like grasping at water while drowning. Every thread of life he touched slipped through his fingers, rejecting his attempts as if his very essence was the poison.

Blackwings hive mind roared now, emboldened by the pain of rejection. It was no longer subtle; its influence crawled through his veins, infecting every thought with rage, despair, and hunger. His dead flesh felt the pull of its power, urging him to rise, to lash out, to end this torment by corrupting the purity of the nexus. Nulgath's jagged teeth clenched, his head bowing further as the voices quaked violently in his skull. The clash between the Light of the nexus and the darkness of Blackwing felt like a war and he was the battlefield to be abused and healed. Over and over and over again it repeated. Trembling under the weight of two opposing forces tearing at his being, the river's song shifted. The gentle resonance that had battered him with its purity now twisted into something sharper, more deliberate, almost sentient. The nexus, it seemed, had grown aware of him—not just as an intruder, but as a wound, a paradox. It had finally caught up to his thoughts.

The air around him thickened. The Force within the nexus coiled and surged, probing at the edges of his hollow existence. It wasn't just Light anymore—it was scrutiny, judgment. The river's power reached into him, seeking to understand, perhaps even to cleanse. But as it touched the void where his soul should have been, it recoiled again, its purity faltering against the rot of the the Hive minds damned existence.

For a moment, the hive grew silent, as if holding its breath. And the Epicanthix felt the relief of brief acceptance. Then the mental onslaught all came rolling at once. The earth beneath his hands trembled slightly, the damp soil turning cold and lifeless as his unholy essence seeped into it. The verdant grass around him began to wither, curling into gray husks, and the air grew heavy with the stench of decay.

The Jedi Sentinels flanking him reacted instantly. One stepped closer, her hand brushing the hilt of her saber. The other raised his hand, a shimmering wall of Force energy rippling around Nulgath's entire being to separate him from the students meditating far across the river. Their eyes were wary but not hostile—yet.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Tags: Roman Vossari

With another steady inhale, Lysander surrendered to the embrace of darkness; his eyes closed once more. This time, the exhales drew him into a deep meditative state much faster than earlier. Everything around instantly faded away, and he could feel the Force itself coursing through his veins. He felt linked to all that was around him.

A new vision emerged. This time, he saw himself in the middle of a battlefield. Draped in his usual robes, determination radiated from him. A curved hilt lightsaber was drawn, its purple blade casting an ethereal glow all around. The scene was chaotic with blaster fire and the clashing of sabers.

Though his enemies may be Sith, he still moved with the grace of a seasoned veteran at a young age; every movement was a testament to his training and discipline. The weapon served to deflect attacks while protecting others. The Padawan was a shield. He knew it symbolized his desire for the balance of strength and wisdom, a reflection of his personal journey.

It came with a heavy weight of responsibility that felt tangible even now. With each swing, he was like a beacon of hope. Even in the face of foe, he was more focused than ever, remaining calm. Lysander found solace in the visions that currently flowed through his mind. They gave him a sense of purpose. The Padawan knew the purple blade was not only a weapon but also a symbol of his dedication to the light and the strong belief in his own valor within.

As he slowly emerged from the depths of his trance, he began to explore the world around again. It took a few moments to adjust to everything, and among the many new faces arriving, his gaze quickly fell upon Roman. With his red locks and towering stature, it made him easily recognizable. The boy had felt an immediate connection with him since their encounter at the Shadow Temple on Kashyyyk.

With quiet steps, Lysander approached the riverbank, standing several feet away at first, not wanting to interrupt anything. He watched the older Padawan, who was consumed in his own activities. Not much longer after Lysander arrived, the figure caught something with a fishing pole. His mouth curved into a grin. He couldn't help but admire the older Padawan's calmness and skill, and without further hesitation, he would ask the first question on his mind. "Do you plan on eating that, my friend?" His tone was light as he continued. "Perhaps that catch will bring forth new Force abilities for you.” An eyebrow was raised, and he chuckled.

 

[Ryana mina]

Corazona von Ascania

Ryana smiled as pip wiggled in her arms as he wanted to get to cora and go swimming at the same time. Setting the little racyon down he immediately was in the water and was swimming for cora which made ryana chuckle the little racyon had energy to spare. She knew pip would be in good hands aslong as he was around cora as she looked at the old run down box in her hand it wasn't much to look at the paint was all but gone on it and as she opened it metal hinges moved with some minor difficulty as she saw the bracelet incide as well as the black pearl she couldn't get identified or more accurately never got identified.


Setting it down next to the river ryana got onto her knees as she took out the old gold bracelet as she looked it over these where the last remnants of her parents she had or more accurately all she ever had from them. For those paying attention she handled the bracelet with great care as if it where made of glass these where the two things pip knew better than to mess with as he began climbing on cora again. Purring and chittering as he did so happily ryana sensed how happy pip was which cheered up the former slave twilek.

As she submerged the gold bracelet she could see the ravages of time be swept away with the tide as she saw Mica Raha pendant float by grabbing it. She set it to her side as she held on to her bracelet as she pulled it out it felt lighter and cool but had more familiar feel to it as it looked brand new. She slid it onto her wrist she felt what could only be imagined as a mother's hug as she heard singing as memories of her mother flashed through her head which made tears of joy and sadness fall down her face she blocked her connection to pip as to not worry him but as soon as the vision came it was gone. As she continued to wear the bracelet.

 

[Roman Vossari]

Lightsaber: X | Talisman: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Lysander von Ascania

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Roman hadn't anticipated this day would be so emotionally charged, but the Force, in its enigmatic way, was guiding him along a path of unexpected healing. Tears, a whirlwind of unspoken grief and burgeoning hope, streamed down his face as he reeled in his catch. The sensation was surreal, a tangible manifestation of the Force's gentle nudge towards recovery.

A familiar presence in the Force, a warmth that resonated with his own, approached. Roman, caught off guard by the sudden influx of emotion, quickly turned his head away, wiping his tears and composing himself. He unhooked the fish from the line, holding it out in front of him, marveling at its size. It was a girthy creature, a testament to the vibrant life fostered by the Nexus. This might be his largest catch yet.

Roman turned to see Lysander approaching, a smile softening his features. "Lysander..." he called out, his voice warm and welcoming. "It's good to see you again, friend."

When Lysander playfully suggested the fish might grant him new Force abilities, a chuckle escaped Roman's lips. "It's tempting to find out," he admitted, "but something tells me we should just release it back into the water." A genuine grin spread across his face as he gently placed the large fish back into the river, watching it dart away.

His gaze remained fixed on the water, a contemplative stillness settling over him. "How have you fared today, Lysander?" he asked, curiosity lacing his voice. "Did you attempt to imbue anything? Or did you simply come to meditate?"

As he listened to Lysander's response, Roman walked back to the bank and retrieved his fishing pole. He held it out towards the younger Padawan, a friendly invitation in his eyes. "Have you ever fished before?"

 

[Aris Noble]

Aris felt nothing at first. The water, the current, of course he felt that. The warmth of the water closer to the surface, the colder depths near his feet. He could feel all of it, but he didn't feel anything else. At least until he felt something else. A ripple in the waters, stirring the natural stream and flow. Was this what it was supposed to feel like? A change, a pull in a different direct-

His eyes opened as he peered towards the source. A Zabrak in the water. Aris's expression softened greatly before he shook his head and started to swim over to Azurine's side. This was a huge step for her, being in the water like this. Eventually he'd surface, stepping over beside her to look down the river source they were in, towards the waterfall that was caused by it.

"Hey. How you doing so far?"

Considering how she was on Manaan, he was pretty worried. And, well, how she was when she was dying.

Azurine Varek

 

[Azurine Varek]

Letting Go And Moving Forward

Outfit: Clothing | Right Arm | Glove
Weapons: Lightsaber | Hook Swords

Azurine was very clearly nervous as hell. As calming as the aura of the water was against her fair-hued skin, doing its best to quell her fears, that nervousness was definitely clear in her expression. She couldn't quite bring herself to move further than waist deep just yet, despite her feeling the loving pull to keep going. This was good enough for now.

She took in her surroundings, glancing around at how her cloak and clothing would float at the surface around her, taking long, deep breaths and focusing on making sure her footing remained steady on the rocks under her feet. She felt the heartbeats of the creatures within as they swam by her. One misguided fish even ran right into her leg, stopped and stared, and then finally went around, making her chuckle a bit. Her violet eyes continued to glow brighter, the golden flecks shifting in them, making them look like the galaxy itself had been captured within.

This isn't so bad. It's actually kind of nice. Azzie thought to herself, a hint of a smile pulling through her nervousness. She reached her hands across the water's surface, watching the ripples move outward from her fingertips with each motion. It was ... beautiful. Not wanting to lose the talisman, she moved to hang it around her neck, just as Aris's bright aura came into her view, and she turned to face him. What was interesting to her was that the way his aura moved was exactly the same as some of the objects that would be pulled from the river. She didn't necessarily get the chance to fully put two and two together before he was speaking.

"Well, I came here to help myself heal... and I think the Force wants me to go headfirst in the river or something." She joked, trying to make light of her fears, but that was exactly what it wanted her to do. Despite her bravery, she didn't know if she was ready for that just yet.

Aris Noble​

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Cora looked on as Mica Raha fumbled the pendant. It landed with a decisive plop in the water, just out of range of her outstretched hand as she tried to nab it. Fortunately, Ryana mina was able to retrieve the trinket from the river before it could be carried too far upstream.

The blonde winced as Mica stumbled and slid against the soft, slippery surface of the embankment. As she moved forward, Pip took the chance to crawl his way onto her shoulder and she gave him a pat.

"Are you alright?" Her hand extended forward again, this time as an offer to help pull the girl upward. "The last time I was here, the soil was brittle and dry. I suppose this is a testament to how well the land had healed."

There was a note of gentle mirth in her tone. She glanced to Ryana from the corner of her eye, giving the Twi'lek space to process her own experience. It was clear that the bracelet held great meaning to her.

The Force thrummed, in the sort of manner it did when encountering a disturbance. Cora threw her gaze over her shoulder, across the river at Nulgath Zardai . His struggle flowed on the current, and she was surprised that it didn't conjure something bitter in her. Perhaps the Light lifted her mood, or maybe the seeds of begrudging respect had been planted.

After all, he'd willingly thrown himself into something that was clearly painful.

She made eye contact with one of the wary sentinels, then turned back to the Padawans.

 

[Mica Raha]

LOCATION: RIVERBANK
TAGS: Corazona von Ascania | Ryana mina | OPEN

The pendant was safe. Mica let out a sigh of relief and thanked the Force, or whatever.

Mica meekly stared at Cora's hand, then took it. The knight's offer of assistance was gentle, kind, and therefore foreign. Strangers didn't do nice things. Because the gesture was so unfamiliar, and Mica was still so embarrassed, she felt unworthy or something. She avoided eye contact.

With Cora's aid, Mica scrambled to her feet. Crumbles of soil cascaded from her body to the ground, while the wetter bits clung to her shirt and pants. The adrenaline slowly dissipated and she felt a pang of pain between her shoulder blades where she must have landed on a protruding rock. She shrugged it off.

"I'm so sorry," she quickly babbled to Cora. "Thanks for your help."

Like Cora said, the land had healed. It was as idyllic as ever. Mica felt broken. Maybe Mica just didn't belong.

Mica would've ambled over to collect her pendant, but she didn't want to disrupt the Twi'lek's emotional moment. She didn't want to be anymore of a nuisance than she already was. It could wait a minute. The pendant was safe for now.

The disturbance across the river caught Mica's attention and her antennapalps fully protracted in alarm. She noticed the monstrosity that was Nulgath Zardai . Empress Teta had a lot of grotesquerie on offer, but nothing quite like that. The land around the white robed, desiccated-flesh figure began to decay and perish. Mica felt disgust and anger bubble up inside her, threatening to boil. She couldn't tell if the source of those emotions was internal or external. But just as quickly as they appeared, they vanished. An intangible aura of light broke the darkness, like the backlight of a datapad in a cold, dark apartment on Empress Teta.

Alleviated and clearheaded, Mica realized the thing was in pain. Like her, the figure felt out of place. Maybe it didn't belong, too. She suddenly wished she could help it. She wanted to show it kindness, the way Cora had done for her. "What is that thing? She asked curiously. "Is it okay?"

 

[Jack Wright]

In... Out...

In...

Out...

Centre himself, focus on the presence, that which to extend himself through the Force, in harmony with nature. Find something dead, ready to be given life, if he could only concentrated in that moment, face clenching a little in conflict with rapid thoughts. Attempting to create dead silence inside his thoughts, cleanse the mind for the possible...

...

This isn't working.

Hazel eyes snapped wide, Jack released a petulant frown unbecoming of the rank, huffing then to fall back on the clean grass, head rested upon palms. Ankle pushed upon his bent knee, the Jedi turned from meditation, to cloud-gazing, because, really, what else was he going to do? Meditate some more and disappoint?

Himself, that was. Shaking his head, the young Jedi twisted his right foot in circular motion, passing the time to simmer those growing frustrations by his fault. Chest heaved, and lungs exhaled, batting an eye as he considered options, beyond the most common practice of his kin. But what? Lightsaber training wasn't an option.

Maybe... Just wing it?

Perking up at his mind's idea, the young Jack smacked wet lips, glancing over the terrain where Jedi trained, between and across the breathtaking river. It was an option, and frankly, what better did he have?

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Tags: Roman Vossari

With a barely noticeable nod, his head raised to meet the older boy's gaze. He thought there was a subtle shimmer in his eyes, hinting at a sadness, but he wasn't one to pry into someone else's personal matters. Whether from his behavior or random words, he seemed to be half decent at making others laugh, so Lysander decided to keep the conversation light for now. "Roman– the voice of reason," he stated, his tone playful. "But I must admit, the thought of harnessing Force abilities through fish is quite entertaining." He took a breath and added with genuine warmth, "It's good to see you again too. I hope you've been well since our first meeting."

A more thoughtful expression formed as the fish swam away. "Well, I guess there are always other chances to discover new abilities," he finished. The usual smile clung to his features as he began answer Roman's questions. "Today has been peaceful," he began. His tone reflected the tranquil atmosphere surrounding them. "Mostly just spent my time meditating, letting the Force guide my thoughts. I haven't tried to imbue anything. Not yet. Just focusing on being present. This could even be the longest I've managed without my datapad in a long time. What about you?"

He grasped the pole, its weight feeling foreign in his hand, yet he still instinctively tested it as though it were a lightsaber hilt. "I'm not sure why, but I've never tried before," he continued in a more nonchalant tone. "But I've seen others do it, and they always make it look so easy."

Taking the initiative, he cast it into the river. The trajectory was far from perfect; it landed nowhere near the intended spot. There was also a bit of slack in the string, unsure whether he had done it right or not. Lysander was confident he'd figure it out while standing there. After several seconds, he turned his head back to the other Padawan. "Hey Roman.. So, I've been wondering lately. How do you know when you.. you know, like a girl?" His cheeks flushed. "I mean, what if she doesn't feel the same way? You have this relaxed and chill vibe. It makes me think you're great at talking to them." He laughed lightly. "By the way, that wasn't what I was meditating on earlier!"

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x | Companion: Domxite
Hanging out by herself with Domxite
Interacting with: Nulgath Zardai

Zaiya listened intently to what Domxite had to relay to her. She was still doing her best to learn the language of emotions with how they communicated, and there were still instances where she had to double-check or try to narrow down what they meant. To a degree, it was almost as if she were using her colorshifting as a Lovalla to read what Domxite would show her, the colors of the Force working in tune with their emotions allowing the Padawan to get a full picture.

They explained that Force Imbuement was no different than how one would imbue themselves through the Force with a Kyber crystal or with them as well when Iris Arani had once used Domxite as a lightsaber crystal, allowing them to resonate in tune with one another. The story they told her about how they had one been bled and corrupted by a Sith Acolyte, but then Domxite and Iris had managed to redeem her. Together, with the redeemed Acolyte and Iris, they managed to unbled Domxite in turn. The entire story sent a wave of compassion, empathy, and such a deep resonating wave of emotion through the Lovalla. To think Domxite had gone through all of that! But also, that it was so heartwarming that Domxite and Iris had been able to help that Sith Acolyte redeem themselves and work together.

Zaiya had more questions, however, a sudden commotion on the other side of the river drew the Lovalla's attention, a brief mutining of her hues as dove grey paint would etch over her rosy golden complexion. Domxite also stirred as well, and the tiny droid came up to hop on top of Zaiya's right shoulder, catching a ride and peering out.

Both could sense the disturbance in the Force, but for Zaiya, it was a little more familiar. Nulgath?

Drawn to get closer, the Padawan gave a slight hum, then proceeded to find a way to cross the river. She found a section with a few large scattered rocks that allowed her to cross without incident.

It wasn't long before curious opal blue eyes would peer from behind a tree towards where Nulgath and the Jedi who watched over him were. What was going on?

It was then that she noticed it: the way the soil underneath Nulgath Zardai had turned dark, cold, and lifeless, the grass withered and curled into husks that fell into dust. That sense of decay ever lingering. However, the empath could sense that despite all that, there was a distinct struggle in the flow of the Force around him, despite the wall of the Force shield separating him from others.

Empathy once again rose in her heart, and Zaiya bit her lower lip. Taking a deep breath, the Padawan closed her eyes and began to focus. While the teenager had struggled for the longest time about the possibility of manipulating others with her emotions, Knight von Ascania had assured her that such actions required dark intent and impressive skill to achieve. It meant that if she wanted to offer comfort or a sense of peace and stability or simply to offer a hand of support, much like Iris had allowed her when she did battle meditation, she could do so without feeling as if she might harm others.

Maybe... maybe she could help him? It seemed Domxite, while concerned, also seemed to agree that perhaps she could. The story they told her about how they managed to redeem the Sith Acolyte fresh in her mind.

Slipping into the meditation just like her Master, Iris, taught her, Zaiya slowly began to dip into the river and the weave of the Force, extending out a warm, intangible hand in comfort over towards the former Sith Lord. Domxite, true to Iris's word, also joined in to help, guiding her and ensuring she wouldn't lose herself in the battle meditation. In it, if accepted, he'd feel the genuine offer of comfort, a boost of morality, and that it was okay. It was okay to take it slow and take it step by step. No judgment. No scrutiny.

Just acceptance and an offer to help him regain his peace of mind.

 

[Nulgath Zardai]

Tags: Open
Location: Opposite side of the Riverbank.
Objective: Force imbuement.
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She made eye contact with one of the wary sentinels, then turned back to the Padawans.

The stare from across the river by Cora was enough for the sentinel to overstand the message conveyed. "Control it," the male sentinel said firmly, his voice cutting through the chaos. "Whatever is happening inside you, control it."

Nulgath's claws dug into the soil as he fought to ground himself, to resist the pull of the Hive's darkness. But the nexus fought back. The river's song grew louder, its currents turning violent in his mind. It wasn't rejecting him anymore—it was attacking him, trying to purge him from its presence entirely. His wound in the Force was a contagion, and the nexus sought to excise it.

The blight he that flowed out of him, that began to infect the area, came to a stable fluxation and suddenly rebounded and expanded. Regenerative flora being unwittingly tampered with in a cycle of trauma. When death overcame life, life then over came death. A paradox that mirrored his own existence. The symbology was profound and if the epicanthix had any knowledge of what exactly was going on he would of admired it with awe. Instead he taunted with new weaponized words in his mental.

"What is that thing? She asked curiously. "Is it okay?"

Midst the struggle the hive had latched on to these new words that were spoken across the river. Words that cut Nulgaths already wounded soul. What is... that thing. Is it okay. The phrases echoed in his mind and caused him to open his eyes. Not jade eyes like many were accustomed to but pale white. The eyes of a dead man. The eyes of the hive. What Nulgath could see, they could see. What he heard, they could hear. Their calculated hate of this place of power and those gathered burned almost as his own. He could remember Valery Noble 's words about walking the path of redemption and receiving help if he so needed it and here we was...stared at.. as a thing.

The hypocrisy. He added to the chaos of his mental.

"Endure," he growled to himself, his voice trembling. "Endure." And then something happened. Something he could not predict. The force was nudging him in a way that contradicted his existence. He in the chaotic struggle of his mind he felt the veil of youth fall apon him. An acceptance and warmth that emboldened his resolve into a brilliant fire. His eyes shifted to their jade color and the withering blight that came from his being was brought to heel in this state. The color returned to the area Nulgath was in once more! Taking command of the living force he gathered both energies of purity and corruption into the trinket on the ground.

Anchoring his new connection to serve a new purpose. In his trembling he risked a glance around him seeking understanding of what he did that made such a difference. First the sentinels that stood watch. They only shook their heads and nodded to the other direction. A direction where Zaiya Ceti and another Jedi were engaged in battle meditation! There he could not but help to let his surprise manifest with wide eyes and open mouth.

" What-what are you doing?!" he stammered. Though he knew somewhere in him he already knew the answer.

They were assisting.
She was being a Jedi.

 

[Roman Vossari]

Lightsaber: X | Talisman: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Lysander von Ascania

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Roman settled into the soft earth beside Lysander. He couldn't help but smile as the younger Padawan wielded the fishing pole like a lightsaber; it was a familiar reaction, one he'd often found himself doing in his own youth. Laughter bubbled up, breaking the fleeting somber mood that had clung to him just moments before. There was something about Lysander's presence that naturally lifted spirits, igniting a playfulness that had been buried beneath the weight of responsibilities.

"It's all about trial and error, trust me, it's easier than it looks." He reached out, demonstrating with deft movements as he grabbed the hook. "I don't do this for sport, mind you," he continued, spearheading a piece of bait with practiced ease. "It's more about finding clarity... a way to clear my mind. Almost like--" he paused, glancing toward the water, "meditation." He released the bait, letting it dangle before Lysander. "Bait your hook, cast your line, and then? Just be patient."

As he observed, he saw the way Lysander cast his line, though the trajectory left something to be desired, Roman smirked inwardly, recalling his own less-than-stellar attempts. Pride swelled in him for the younger boy's bravery and eagerness to try.

"Ah, meditation then, huh?" Roman chuckled, going back to Lysander's earlier comments. He could hardly contain a smile at the thought of a datapad being cast aside. "I managed to make something work of this Talisman," Roman added, holding up the ring that sat on his chest now. "If you ever want to try imbuing anything, just ask. I have a few tricks up my sleeve."

Then came the question that rolled from Lysander's lips. A question that all young Padawans seemed to struggle with at some point, a rite of passage shrouded in awkwardness. Roman's grin widened. How many times had he sat where Lysander was, grappling with the very same uncertainties? In the silence of the moment, he imagined what his younger self might have said. He took a moment to consider his response, wanting to offer advice without sounding arrogant. Girls did seem to gravitate towards him when he was younger, his company often sought after. He suspected that Lysander would find the same ease in a year or so when he matured and gained a little more confidence.

"Hmmm... that's a good one," Roman mused aloud, allowing himself to reflect. "I think the answer is kind of like fishing, different for everyone." He met Lysander's gaze, maintaining a tone steady yet warm. "Do you think about them often? How do you feel around them? Do you find yourself wanting to share the moments of your day with them?" Each question lingered, allowing Lysander space to contemplate. "It's wholly personal. Just be yourself and spend time with whoever catches your interest... and if they don't feel the same, well, you'll be alright."

As Roman dug his fingers into the sand, feeling it cascade through his grasp, he remembered a time when he too felt the sting of unrequited fascination. "There's no magic formula. Just be authentic, be you, and the right person will see that brightness and gravitate toward it."

He chuckled again, reflecting on his younger years, when innocent daydreams of crushes would often take root during meditation. Lysander's humor about his earlier state of mind was infectious. "So, are we talking someone I know? I do have a few connections," he teased, winking with a playful nudge. "I'm just saying... I could help get you a date." he grinned, expecting to see the younger Padawan both flustered and amused.

 

[Aris Noble]

"So you do hear it's call?"

It was a somber realization for Aris. A part of him had hoped that the reason he hadn't felt anything was because there was nothing here to feel. It brought is smile down, though, only to those who really understood how to read his expression. He really was just of the Force, a part that couldn't feel anything beyond what he was designed to do.

But, those thoughts didn't linger long at all. Instead he found himself smiling to Azurine again, giving her a single nod. Whatever he was searching for, she had a path now. More importantly, she needed to keep moving forward with it. If he could help? He would.

"Why don't we swim down then. It's not far to the bottom here. And it's not very wide. I can pretty quickly bring you to shore if you start to really panic."

Azurine Varek

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x | Companion: Domxite
Interacting with: Nulgath Zardai

" What-what are you doing?!"

Zaiya heard the question, but she didn't answer right away. No, she was still focusing on trying her best along with Domxite to provide the support he needed until he felt in control of himself and could stand on his own.

However, the gentle, empathic, and mesmerizing swish and swirl of rippling teal tones and bronze glowing luminance showed off her pearly, rosy golden skin. They indicated that she was happy and relieved that it was working.

Helping. She was helping and providing support. The Padawan saw that he needed help, and she offered it without condition or hesitation. That was Zaiya at her core, genuinely wanting to help Nulgath.

A gentle nudge, almost akin to a squeeze of a hand, would float over toward Nulgath. When he was ready, she would pause her meditation, then smile widely, open her eyes, and beam in serene but still giddy joy at him.

The Force seemed to dance with joy and vigor around Nulgath; she could see the Living Force's flow and ebb of colors. Color had returned to the plant life underneath Nulgath, vigor restored anew.

"You did it!" She told him, her voice a quiet melody in the wind, " I'm glad that helped."

She rose to her feet and carefully went to walk forward, watching the Sentinels to see if they would let her pass, or even remove the Force Shield they had placed over him. Zaiya caught the trinket in Nulgath's hand, and she gave an expression of intrigue. Even Domxite gave a hum of curiosity on her shoulder, the tiny colorful droid taking it in.

"Oh, are you also trying to imbue a trinket?"

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Tags: Roman Vossari

He tightened the fishing line. It wasn't from experience; rather, it was fueled by curiosity about the reel's handle.

The young Padawan's mind raced with possibilities. Meditation had always been a staple in his training, but the idea of imbuing an object with the Force was particularly intriguing. “I've heard and read about it, but never actually tried it before. I’d love to know more about any tricks you have!”

Random thoughts flickered between the various objects he could've brought, knowing his current wardrobe would soon be outgrown, and he wore little jewelry as it was. The curved lightsaber, slowly becoming a symbol of his identity, was something he didn't want to tinker with right now. Another moment of contemplation passed, and a chuckle escaped his lips. "I happen to have one just like that," he mused, looking at the talisman. "But I must say, it does suit you rather well."

The mention of a specific individual did bring one face to mind. He recalled their recent adventures, sharing food and debating the latest fashion trends. There wasn't even a bit of dancing on one occasion. Around her he was able to escape from the heavy expectations placed upon him. He intentionally escaped from the Temple for her companionship, while completely aware of the repercussions. The fact that he was planning to leave Coruscant soon did make that part easier, though. "Do I think about her often?" He repeated Roman's question.

Lysander gave a more thoughtful look. "Yeah, I do kind of think about her sometimes," he admitted, his voice steady but carrying a hint of vulnerability. "Being around her makes me feel.. at ease. Like I can just be myself." His weight shifted, and a brow furrowed. “I'll admit, most of the girl Padawans my age are.. well, annoying." The words tumbled from his lips. The line across his mouth became more sheepish, and he scratched the back of his head. “But I mostly just suffer through it so there isn't any conflict or negativity in our community.” The boy’s gaze returned to the river, reflecting on the other comment. “If it’s like fishing, are you trying to say you can catch them effortlessly like earlier, and then just let them go?”

He doubted the older Padawan knew her. “No, she’s just a normal girl. But that’s what makes her even cooler.”

Lysander's eyes briefly widened and sparkled with excitement. Roman's offer was beyond enticing, and there would be no hesitation from him. Besides, not a single doubt lingered in his mind, especially since the taller boy naturally exuded a sense of trustworthiness. "How about with a Knight?" he asked, a playful grin appearing.

The idea of mingling with someone higher in rank sounded fun. He then leaned in closer, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret, despite there not being any prying ears nearby. His attention flicked over to his sister in the distance before he turned back to Roman. “Do you know any that have their own starship?” he whispered. His tone was serious. “Cora thinks I’m too young to be a pilot, so it’d be great if I had someone who could come pick me up, you know?”

Leaning back and feeling relaxed, he nearly forgot about the fishing pole in his hand. “But training and focusing on myself comes first,” he continued with a sigh. “I just can’t help but be more curious lately. One of the Knights I know did advise me not to chase them anyway. He said they're more trouble than they're worth, or something like that.”

 

[Braze]

Braze had long wandered off from the group. Old habits died hard, after all. How else would he have ever been both shot and slapped by none other than Corazona von Ascania in the woods? Or even how he found Aliris Tremiru ? Braze got into tons of trouble wandering off from field trips as a youngling. Today was the day. He stood atop the water's surface, focusing on the meditative state that allowed him to walk on water. His old adversary stood before him. Today would be different. He wouldn't embarrass himself like he had on the beach, where Aris Noble had to come fish him out of the water. It hadn't helped his pride that he made such a blunder, let alone in front of Valor the Forsaken . He'd been walking on water far more often than anyone else back then, and still made a near deadly mistake. It had taught him an important lesson about being arrogant and cocky. But no, today he would defeat his old foe. He was sure of it. He was stronger and better trained in the art.

He squared off with the thundering waterfall ahead and started to take a few steps back, gauging the distance. To walk on water and waves was one thing, but to run up the surface of torrents moving that fast was something entirely different. This was Braze through and through—always trying to find some absurd way to push the envelope of progress further. Today would be no different. He drew deep breaths, breathing slowly and with purpose, to supercharge his muscles before exploding forward, dashing toward the crashing wall of water.

 

[Roman Vossari]

Lightsaber: X | Talisman: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Lysander von Ascania

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Roman looked onto the face of the younger one, impressed he led with honesty and vulnerability. A small smile came over his face when Lysander admitted that most of the girl Padawans are annoying, maybe they were already interested in Lysander, Roman thought. Roman tried to make sure Lysander felt heard, listening intently about this cool, normal girl. He found himself genuinely curious about this individual who seemed to have captured Lysander's interest.

The conversation continued, Roman's eyes grew wide when Lysander joked about a date with a Knight. "That might be beyond my ability to help with..." Roman joked back, a playful glint in his own eyes. He couldn't help but admire Lysander's boldness, his willingness to consider possibilities outside the rigid structure of their training.

Pausing to think on who he knew with a starship, a ship or two came to mind, he could even procure one without an issue. "Don't tell your sister, but say the word and we can always find something to fly, especially if it's to see your mystery girl. Who am I to stand in the way of romance?" Roman whispered back in a joking tone, but with a hint of sincerity. He wasn't going to discourage Lysander's budding feelings. Besides, a bit of harmless fun never hurt anyone.

A quick pat on the back for Lysander, and Roman leaned forward digging into the sand yet again. He looked back up to the young man as he continued to speak. "This Knight may be right. Don't chase them, but in my experience the right one is worth pursuing." Roman replied back, reaching out for the fishing pole as if to ask for it again. As Roman took it, he stuck it into the sand, patting and pushing the excess all around the hilt to hold it steady. "It's okay to be curious, just find a nice balance between training and your personal life, yeah?" Roman suggested, wanting to encourage the young Padawan to find his own way but not at the expense of his duty as a Jedi.

Roman understood the pull of curiosity, the desire to explore beyond the confines of the Temple. He'd felt it himself, many times. It was a part of growing up, a part of being young.

Gathering himself to his feet, Roman beckoned Lysander closer to the river, to have him attempt to imbue something with the light. "Now, you might as well learn something new while we have the opportunity..." Kneeling down at the river, he glanced towards where Cora was standing in the distance. It was a good opportunity to reinforce his suggestion: balance. "We wouldn't want your sister to think I'm a bad influence on you. Give it a go, if you need my help, I'm here for you."

 

[Orion Pavond]

UKATIS - STONEGROVE - TOWN SQUARE
Eloise Dinn

Ukatis. Orion had visited the planet before on a few occasions. Even became a small shareholder in a line of cider at one of the many small towns. A small story for another time. Instead, there were much harsher realities that Orion had to face on this planet. A few of those realities Jedi like himself had already met. The local river and surrounding landscape had been horribly altered by a corrupted force nexus that ran through the river. After much effort and time, the land and river had been cleansed along with the force nexus. Life was teeming once more. But while the environment had been healed, its people still suffer the aftereffects. While many people had been treated at the time, ongoing treatment and observation would be required, and there was not telling what new injuries or sickness may crop up.

So this is where Orion Pavond came into play. His current mission was to evaluate the current state of affairs and healthcare within this town as well as offer any and all medical aid possible.

An earlier trip to the river, a force nexus of the Light, allowed him to procure water that would aid in his healing abilities. The water was pure, far more so than any other kind of life-giving liquid. Purified by the Light and capable of enhancing even trinkets, Orion figured a proper application of healing abilities along with the substance would be a tremendous help. This would be a far shorter trip than he had anticipated. That was the good news of this entire ordeal so far.

Until he entered the market square. Light brown eyes narrowed and his shoulders tensed. Many of the wares sold were typical, reasonable. But between the more reputable stalls and salesmen, Orion could see that the misinformation allowed to propagate in the world still held its deathly claws in the world. Picking out one by one the stalls that sold poison to the village. Concoctions meant to help instead designed to only harm and keep the fair citizens coming back for more, convinced by snake-tongued salesmen and fake doctors that the ill-informed and ill of body only need more medicine.

That it would surely work in due time. Before it was simply too late.

And that was what concerned Orion the most. He arrived on time, at the appointed time and place, and he was due to meet a Jedi Padawan that had already touched planetside before him. And yet she was nowhere to be seen. He had half a mind to get to work without her, leaning against a wall and setting his heavy pack down before crossing his arms and tapping his index finger repeatedly. A few more minutes, that would be it. That was reasonable. Sometimes, these types of situations happened, and perhaps this padawan would be a little late. Still, any later than that, and he would get to work instead of making this whole excursion whatever teaching or bonding moment the council had wanted this to be. Team-building could wait when lives needed mending.

His already stern expression soured before he took a deep breath and sighed, relaxing a little. Teaching. Depending on who he was meant to receive, it would either go simply, awkwardly, or poorly. And being late was not the best impression anyone could give him right now. Not when there was critical work to be done. It set a bad precedent.

" . . . "

For her sake, he hoped she had a good reason and arrived not too late. Anything less than that and well . . . he was still thinking about what he would do. He was supposed to help guide this next generation, right?

So why did he feel so out of place? Even more so than with the occasional stares from people at his yellowish green skin and tattoos (not like it bothered him anyway). Perhaps, this entire mission would have been be much simpler had he gone alone.