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When Dartel asked for volunteers, Awande held back. Not so much for the meditations, she still wasn't too good at that. Food, that's what she needed now. 'Course there was none around, so Awande settled for watching the first match and catching, hopefully, half her breath. Maybe she could've...

Character: Lorena Delanova Rank: Prospect Clan:Decilijic

OOC: Not a problem, think I did the same thing haha! April's busy for me too, so sorry in advance if I do it again. Lorena chewed her lip. She came prepared, of course. "Well . . ." She drummed her fingers on the dust-rimmed glass and brought out a black package from the empty seat on her...

Awande went last. She liked last. It meant a lack of irritating surprises, and let her scope out the increasingly murder-happy droids. She was actually a fan of doing this whole test lightsaber-less--hated that thing, to be honest. Always afraid she'd poke her eyes out whenever she lit up the...

It didn't take long for Awande to realize the droids were smarter this go-around. Hive-mind, maybe, or at least some sort of networked connection. Probably not protocol or astromech smart, but they had at least hobbled past those dumb vacuum-bots who repeatedly slam into walls. Awande leapt...

"Mmm. Charming." Lorena listened to Nor'baal's motto as she followed him to a booth, doing her level best to hold back the mother of all eye rolls. "No wonder everyone loves you Hutts." She settled into yet another dusty seat, sparing a second or two to contemplate ordering food. Probably not...

The droid struck. Awande hopped away. Seemed to be pretty coordinated; it's gaggle of limbs didn't tumble and collapse under it's own weight. It swung again and she deflected with a kick, sending the droid's fist off to the side. For a second, the right shoulder flashed a welcoming blue...

"Mmm. Don't really dig the crystals, honestly. Or this place." Awande glanced away from the looming, ominous spire of a crystal tower. Felt like the whole place was glaring at her. "Just feels . . . I dunno. Fake, I guess? Nothing's natural, nothings growing, nothings green. Just big, shiny fake...

crap. Thought i added in a line about not breaking it before posting haha; guess that got cut somehow. Ill go back.

The droid lunged. It ducked low and swept out with it's legs, aiming straight for Awande's kneecaps. She hopped back; it swung again. Her second dodge sent it's head to the side in a quizzical, confused little look. The droid cartwheeled back and landed on it's hands; legs spun and struck at her...

Awande watched Kai from her seat. He reached for his lightsaber; but didn't draw. He dipped into the scumbag criminal's heads, but didn't shut them down. Everything was juuust short of what needed to be done. Just short of that imaginary moral line Jedi loved to draw. He got the job done at...

Awande played her own little game while she watched Dartel go to town on the poor droids. It was called 'Bounce.' She dropped her lightsaber (retracted, of course. The alternative led to dismemberment) and kicked it with her foot, again and again, until she inevitably got overzealous and added...

Bad guys tasted bad. Well not tasted, not really, just that funny niggling Force trouble-sense that made the roof of Awande's mouth ache. The closer she got to the supposedly abandoned shop the stronger it got, until the rattle was enough to shake her teeth and run down her spine. Definitiely...

"Hmm?" Awande followed Kai's eyes down to her ever-present bracelet. "Oh. This. It's a thing. Irritating Sith-y thing. Does thingey stuff." She waved her arm up and down and let the gold-fringed jewelry click and clack. "Won't come off, makes my wrist sweat, won't come off, feels all evil and...

Lorena couldn't help but overhear Nor'baal's argument with the bartender. Any sort of annoyance at being summoned fizzled away as she headed over to the free seat on his right. She rolled her eyes. Hutt's without credits. Useless as a Wookie without rage-strength or humans without . . . that...

Awande fought back an eye roll. Pretty hard for her to do, and some part of her would've liked a reward for her self-control. See? Totally had some of that. Everything Dartel just said seemed like common sense. Don't overextend yourself. Don't half-ass your training. Be smart. 'Course he...

Awande nodded after hearing the message, following Kai outside to their next location. "I wouldn't really say I wanted to join your Order . . . wasn't super against it either, I guess. It's like . . ." She chewed her bottom lip and let her gaze wander a bit. "You get a new speeder, yeah...

Never been good at keeping track of any sort of absolute timeline, to be honest. Gets more confusing than pericyclic reactions after a couple RP's haha. I like making terrible time-keeping a character train so i can say things like 'a couple months-ish' and get away with it. So its been a...

Awande hung back in the threshold when Dartel did his little spar-sesh with the droids. Couldn't tell if he was just blowing off steam or making it blatantly clear to the others that 'hey; I know what I'm talking about.' The cynic in her leaned towards door number two. It also had some serious...

gotcha. Ill get to work adding tics in all the little profile boxes lol.