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~Brooke laughed. Not a mean laugh; it was just funny, really. Thair asking her to dinner? Anyone asking her to dinner? The fact that he apparently found her attractive wasn't something new; it had happened before. But usually Brooke's demeanor sent guys running for the hills. She wasn't the...

((Super super sorry for the delay. It's that time of the semester.)) ~Ena nodded. She would have to add morning runs into her routine along with training droid sessions, meditating and reading in the archives. A Jedi is always learning, a padawan more so, it seemed. Ena was vaguely surprised...

~Ena nodded. That made sense, and she did like the freedom in it. It was very clear that it would take some time for her to feel confident and assured in any combat form; mastering Soresu would certainly take years. But Ena liked the defensive nature of the style, liked that it helped her...

~When her Master drew away from the spar and lowered her lightsaber, Ena slid back into her defensive stance for a moment, unsure if her Master was simply going to attack again. When Siri spoke, and it became obvious that their spar had ended for now, Ena deactivated her lightsaber and...

Hello lovelies of SWRP... This is just a friendly-neighborhood announcement that for the next few weeks I will be undertaking Operation Enduring Finals. I will probably still be on a good bit, but to those I'm in RP's with, it's probably a good idea to visitor message me if you...

Hai!

You poked me... And it's your turn

~Attempting to listen and internalize Siri’s advice only led to a further wavering of Ena’s focus. Darn! She winced as several quick strikes found there mark; a sweep not blocked in time to her right leg, a short jab to her torso. Ow. And still her Master pressed on. Ena was out of breath...

~Ena was pushed back in the flurry of attack; but there wasn't time to be afraid or think of her next action. The force surged around her, guiding her actions. She kept her lightsaber in close, using the least energy possible to redirect the strikes away from her body. As her Master pressed...

"Mmm, they're all the same to me." ~Brooke turned her back as Thair moved towards her; drifting into the empty expanse of garage behind her. What was he playing at? She had only let him get close the first time because she wanted something from him. Now? No; Brooke was far too proud and...

Owwwww

~Ena waited, let her Master come to her. Watching the hilt instead of the blades made it much easier to follow her Master’s movement without getting confused; and the force gave just enough hint of the coming attack. Her Master had said they could use force powers...if she could pull her...

~Unused to combat, let alone force combat, Ena was startled when her Master leapt suddenly over and behind her. What was this? She turned – too slow – and realized – again too slow – exactly what her Master intended. Focus, focus, focus ! Ena called to the force and threw it infront and...

~Ena matched the pressure of her Master as they held the block, tried to listen even as she focused on combat, on the force, on keeping her center calm. The two blades were one. Watch the hilt . Okay. As Siri withdrew to break the lock, Ena slid back into her original defensive stance...

~Doubt. It was creeping up on Ena again, despite her attempts to nix it in meditation. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, I guess? Ena thought as she slid her right dominant foot back, holding her lightsaber in her right hand parallel to the ground. Soresu – like her Master. Funny...

Nah it's 'cause they're CRAAAAAZY. :CHappy

"Yes, okay...force shield..." ~Ena frowned in thought. She tapped into the force without even closing her eyes; even in the relatively short time she had been here, focusing in had become, well, easy. But how to make a force shield? If she needed to wrap her body in the force...now Ena...

I love Hetalia.

"I'm sorry," ~Ena mumbled, looking down and then sipping at her water after Bianca had switched it,~ "I guess...Coruscant is just so...intimidating." ~The girl didn't like that she was perpetually afraid, hated feeling like a burden to others; but especially here, and now, on Coruscant...

~Brooke slid her hands into her pockets nonchalantly, dodging another metaphorical bullet. She wasn't exactly the hand holding type, anyways. Never would have been. She smirked at his comment.~ "You certainly aren't the standard force user. Usually they're either on a righteous quest for Good...