Private When Darkness Hungers

[Joro Kal'nath]

ATTIRE: Jedi Robes, Blue Lightsaber
TAGS: Cerys Dyn

It was not a good day when Joro was feeling bored. Not good for anyone. He paced the halls of the temple, trying to keep moving so he wouldn't do something incredibly stupid. Though, he could have been in the kitchen cooking something delicious for everyone to enjoy, but he wasn't really in the mood to make everyone happy. If anything, he was feeling antagonistic and like he wanted to punch something, or someone. There were plenty of people he could have sparred with, but he didn't really feel like getting yelled at for bloodying up a fellow padawan because he didn't hold back like he should have.

There was a rumor he had heard about a beast living in a cave in one of the distant villages, though. Maybe that would give him something to do? Rumor has it that it was a rogue netherbeast that had managed to escape the hunting parties that had been sent out to kill them, including the one he'd been in himself. If there was one of those still out there then they definitely needed to hunt down and take care of it, but he didn't want to go bothering the masters and knights about it because they'd forbid him from going off and doing it himself. Probably for good reason.

That was why he had quashed the rumor and kept it to himself. So maybe that was what he should do rather than pacing the halls.

If he was going to do that, though, he did need to take someone with him or else it would be too risky to do so. The other padawans had largely been, well, obnoxious to say the least. The colorful one was angry at the noble prick, which wasn't unwarranted, really. The other one, the Togruta, had said some things which upset Knight Sal-Soren. That was kind of funny, actually, but at the same time he'd never have done what she did. Still, maybe she could use some involvement if she was going to be a part of their temple, and this was a good way to get involved with the Jedi affairs on Naboo.

So he went searching for her, and when he found her, he walked up to her, grabbed her arm and gave her a tug to usher her to follow him.

"Come with me. We've a problem to handle."

 

[Cerys Dyn]

Cerys was not happy. That should have been no surprise to anyone that had met her. Brandon's training had been almost completely devoid of sparring, Force power training or even physical training. She knew that he was skilled with urban free running. Even some training in that would have been something. Instead, it was just thoughtfulness, mindfulness and meditation techniques. Today he had her cleaning up after younglings!

Brandyn Sal-Soren was the worst of all the masters she had so far had.

Someone tugged at her arm, in the midst of her distracted mind state, and she pulled her arm back instinctively.

"There is no we. And if you touch me like that again. There might not be a you..."

Her face was stern, lekku just vaguely twitching involuntarily.

She grabbed more of the training weapons that the younglings had left discarded on the floor and grumbled something about 'why they got to do weapon stuff and not her'.

Joro Kal'nath

 

[Joro Kal'nath]

ATTIRE: Jedi Robes, Blue Lightsaber
TAGS: Cerys Dyn

"I wasn't making a request," he said, orange eyes staring daggers at her. "You and I are going to head to the mountains to take care of a little problem."

He stepped around her, took the remainder of the weapons from the floor and put them away. Then he went to her, stood right in front of her, definitely invading her personal space, and looked her in the eyes.

"Do you want to be a Jedi or do you want to be a Janitor?"

 

[Cerys Dyn]

Dumbfounded. Cerys just watched the Falleen do her work for her. She did not move save for her eyes, and a slight movement of her head. All the while she looked on with incredulity.

"I am more than happy for you to do my work. And I am more than willing to go on a mission...."

His line about being a Jedi irked her. She bit her lip to prevent the snarl she showed from becoming too aggressive. Cerys was certainly most unhappy with her assignment. Anything had to be better than this.

"Two things first...who the heck are you? And what is this mission you think is so critical?" She said, arms folding in a show of obstinate defiance.

Cerys Dyn

 

[Joro Kal'nath]

ATTIRE: Jedi Robes, Blue Lightsaber
TAGS: Cerys Dyn

Yeah, he knew she wasn't happy. He could feel it coming off of her in waves. That and he could understand her pheromones better than anyone, aside a Zeltron, could. Those were far more difficult to control for most species. But he didn't do her job for her, he did it so she'd be done with it. That way she didn't have an excuse.

"I'm Joro Kal'nath," he said, unflinching. "As for the mission, it's something I've keep secret from the masters since I heard about it because I want to deal with it myself. A netherbeast still alive up in the mountains."

He made sure to say it not so loud as to allow others to hear it. The whole point was to get her to go along with him so he had a chance to just chat with her and try and figure out what her problem was. If nothing else, Joro liked to solve problems. Oh sure, sometimes he created them, but solving them was infinitely more fun.

"I think you and I can handle it if we work together, so if you need anything, go grab it and meet me out front. I'll get a landspeeder for us."

 

[Cerys Dyn]

With arms crossed, hips askance, and face very definitely unimpressed, Cerys did not need any further help communicating her annoyance. But, a little sparkle in her eye showed that she was not entirely disinterested.

"Hi there...Joro...I'm Cerysona Dyn. Most people call me...well...you don't want to know what most call me. But trust me. I hear them."

She wiggled those suspiciously postured hips and her saber hilts clattered against her. "I got everything I need right here," she said before pushing past him and exiting the room.

"But if we are going to take care of this...problem of yours...we had better do it quick. My master has an uncanny knack of knowing when I am doing something unapproved."

Joro Kal'nath

 

[Joro Kal'nath]

ATTIRE: Jedi Robes, Blue Lightsaber
TAGS: Cerys Dyn

"Then let's go, Cerys," he said, shortening her name to something that sounded better to him.

Stepping around her, he walked out of the room and down the corridors, not even bothering to see if she was following him. He knew she would. That glint was there. Like him, she was eager to do more than she was to sit around. That's why he spent more time in the kitchen and the training grounds more than anywhere else in the temple. If he wasn't doing something, he tended to get into trouble. Which, to be fair, was sort of what he was doing with her: getting into trouble.

Outside he went to where they stored transports and picked out a landspeeder that wasn't open topped. That was strategic. He pulled it out of the garage and waited for her to get in before saying anything else as they sped off.

"Will take a little bit to get there. Not sure how this one slipped through, but it's been picking people off at random from local villages. Probably something more stealthy."

 

[Cerys Dyn]

Her mouth curled up in frustration with the overly familiar way in which he referred to her. For now, she let it slide. Arms folded behind her back, Cerys walked at his pace, which meant her little legs had to motor to keep up. She did not complain, but a noticeable relief washed over her face when they reached their destination.

"There have been numerous reports of netherspawn around the countryside, however they have slowed to a trickle," Cerys noted as she climbed into the speeder. It was a comfortable enough ride, and recently cleaned from the chemical smell.

Her nose wrinkled as the chemical smelled irritated her just a little. It got bad enough, that she had to run her nose with the back of her hand. "Someone needs to use less cleaner next time..." Cerys sneezed, a light, squeaky little sneeze which saw her blush a deep orange. "...sorry about that."

This Joro character was different. But so was she. Different to the norma around this Enclave at least. Only briefly she thought to ask if he were going to be headed to the Life Day market, seeing she had to go, but she thought better of it. It was probably better to be alone during that time.

"My master spoke of these creatures that were more like inky black...bags...than actual physical beings...they bled a black smoke when they were killed...I wonder if we will see one of those?" She mused before clicking her fingers and pointing at the steering column, "come on chauffeur...let's get this show on the road."

Joro Kal'nath

 

[Joro Kal'nath]

ATTIRE: Jedi Robes, Blue Lightsaber
TAGS: Cerys Dyn

A trickle was better than a torrent but it still wasn't good. Any of them left lingering was a danger to the populace if it were left alone. The full reason he wanted to do this without his master, or hers, or anyone else, was because he wanted to prove he was capable of handling dangerous things, but that he wasn't stupid enough to do it alone. That's why he'd asked her to come along. Well, one of the reasons, at least.

He kicked the stupid speeder into gear and they set off for the high plains and the mountains beyond. Kinda like a couple of cowboys riding off to face down a horde of banditos ready to give them the what for. Was actually kind of fun to think about it that way. But he had ulterior motives for having asked her to come along, too. Motives directly related to her outburst at the training grounds the other day. Not bad motives, but still. It was unlikely to go over well.

"I'm not sure what we'll see," he said as he focused on the path before them. "But it's sure to be dangerous whatever it is."

He took a deep breath and glanced briefly at her.

"Why'd you hit the Sal-soren's like that the other day?"

Yeah, straight to the point, no beating around the bush. Definitely his shtick. If she got mad at him for asking he'd deal with it (probably better than he would later at the life day fair). He just wanted to help, in his own way. Was it the best way? Who knew? Not him. He just did what he knew.