Open Yavin IV Have you Ever Considered Fighting Without a Lightsaber? If So Please Train With Me. It'll Be Cool I Promise.

[Ruzaan Kai]

To Ruzaan's surprise, his fist was not countered well by Clove and the half-Sephi was sent crashing to the ground by the force of his punch. Despite his success, Ruzaan's immediate reaction was to grab at his right fist and gently cradle his knuckles; sore from a direct impact on Cove's shoulder. Silently, the Togruta did a dance of pain as tears sprang unbidden to his eyes. Was punching people correctly supposed to hurt this much? A curse word sprang to his lips, but thankfully Ruzaan had the presence to not shout it out as Master Hraustr was nearby.

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[Laeonas Tannaras]

The man was late; very late. He'd gravely underestimated how long it would take for him to finish cooking the most recent dish that Ephiny had taught him. He wasn't one to give himself a cushion of time either; with how badly the human slept, he'd be lucky if he could get up by 0800. The man was, by now, wolfing down his breakfast. Once finished, he'd stand up, grab his gym bag, and bolt towards the locker rooms.

Padawans and knights alike gave him dirty of startled looks as he ran through the halls. Skidding to a stop once he found himself in front of the nearest gymnasium, he'd turn and smash the door controls. He sped past the various Jedi at benches or treadmills, throwing open the doors of the locker room. He paid no mind to the various people drying themselves off, pulling open his gym bag, grabbing his soaps, and rushing towards the nearest shower.

"Kriffkriffkriffkriffkriffkriffkriffkriffkriffkriff--" He'd mutter the entire time, scrubbing as fast as he possibly could. Laeonas had been counting the seconds, and the moment he hit 60, he'd throw himself out of the shower, leaving all his expensive soaps behind. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he'd run over to his bag, and in a frenzy, throw on a plane white undershirt and some grey sweatpants. "Shiteshiteshiteshiteshiteshiteshiteshiteshite--"

The man finally grabbed his bag, slinging it over his shoulder and bolting out of the locker room again. The same Jedi who'd watched him bolt in would watch in similar confusion as he tore across the matted floors, expletives flying out as quickly as he moved. He'd committed the specific yard that the knight had told padawans to meet him at to memory, so he knew which hallways to weave through, classrooms to cut through, and which windows to dive through. The man would've marveled at how not a single person tried to stop him or slow him down; but that would've required time to think.

When he finally arrived in the yard, he'd skid to a stop once again. The human was panting hard, standing beneath one of the massive archways that lead onto the training area. His hands were on his knees, his back was craned over, and a loud groan would escape his lips. Laeonas hadn't covered ground that quickly since the nightmare that had been that crumbling ruin years ago. By the time he'd recovered from the temporary fatigue, the others would've had a bit of time to look at Laeonas in such a disheveled state.

He'd always made it a point to look at least semi professional anytime he was training. That didn't mean makeup, ofcourse, but it meant that he'd wear something a bit nicer than clothing you'd expect on a frat boy at a college gym. Regardless, Laeonas would approach the group-- after doing several stretches-- with a forced smile. "Fergive-- ahem, forgive me for my tardiness. Ai- I got caught up with my morning routine." He'd address the knight. "If it isn't to much trouble, I'd like to participate in this training you've offered, knight... Hhhh-rim-fax-eye?" He'd ask, sounding less and less confident as he sounded out each syllable of the man's name.

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[Hrimfaxi Hraustr]

A new student had entered the class as the others were showing their skill in this new form of combat. Hrimfaxi was always open to new students joining his class, even if they were late. After a double take, the Cathar Knight noticed the student looked old enough to be a Knight or close to Master, but they wore the robes of a Padawan.

"And, who might you be Padawan?"

The Cathar would stand with his arms folded behind his back, much like parade rest. He had a smile on his face, but his was curious to know who they were and why they were late. Participation was always welcome as this was only an elective class, as long as it didn't take away from the usual classes then of course they could come participate.

"Rim-fax-ee"

The Knight would correct the Padawan's butchering of his name. It was fine, it wasn't a common name but of course, if one were to say it, it's best to pronounce it correctly.

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[Laeonas Tannaras]

Well, he wasn't being grilled-- that was always a good start. The instructor seemed to be taking his arrival well, even asking for the Padawan's name. In regards to names however, the Knight corrected him on the pronunciation of his own. "Rim-fax-ee?" He repeated, mouthing it a few times. "Hrimfaxi; alright, thank ya- you for the correction. My diction still needs work." He said, bowing his head, even while privately wondering why the hell the man's name started with an H if there was no "Hhh" sound.

"Ai- I am Padawan Laeonas Tannaras-- pupil to Knight Daivand." He introduced himself quickly, making sure to get the actual pronunciation of his name correct. The most humiliating thing about learning how to speak properly as well as studying his own planet's naming conventions, was to learn that he'd been saying his name wrong his entire life. It was one of the few things he could say without even a trace of incorrect pronunciation-- mostly because he'd spent hours practicing his name alone.

"I... came to participate in the offered training. If it's not an inconvenience, I'd like to join. That goes for the others as wellllllllll..." he'd begin, having turned and trailed off as he looked at the two other students. Blinking a few times, he'd glance at them both, aquamarines shifting back and forth in confusion. One of them was a boy a full head shorter than him. He couldn't be over a 50 kilos at most. That wasn't what caught his attention the most, however-- what did was the fact that it looked like the teenager had been fighting a primary schooler.

"...umm." He'd stammer a little, glancing off to the side. The man had expected hand to hand combatants of... well, a similar size and build, or at least age. That one was a short lank and the other looked like she wasn't legally allowed to watch a holomovie rated HV-13 had thrown him completely offguard. Didn't they have primary classes to be attending? Surely the boy had some essay to write about an old book, or the girl had a sleepover to get to? What were they doing here, of all places?

"...Ai... uhh... Knight Hrimfaxeye-I... I'm... did I arrive at the incorrect class?" He'd ask, trying his best to avoid looking at either of the other students. Despite this, it'd be obvious to anyone even semi literate in body language that he was extremely uncomfortable. Laeonas had never felt uncomfortable around children; they were some of the few in his neighborhood who didn't fear him, or treat him like the scum he was. That didn't mean he was comfortable trying to fight them, however-- even in training.

Ofcourse, the children back home weren't trained Jedi Padawans. It was a massive leap that made very little sense, all things considered, but Laeonas was not a being of pure rationality and detached impartiality. He was a man-- a temperamental man, who was now very not comfortable.

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[Tie’en Chianti]

Martial Arts & Mischief
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Martial Arts had always been deeply ingrained into the tradition of the Jedi. In truth, this tradition was as youthful as Tie'en, who was only just a fledgling in the art of hand-to-hand combat. She had dressed herself before coming, wearing a thick, double weave white Gi with the jedi crest embroidered on the shoulder. She wore a dark blue hakama, a skirt like piece of apparel, over her matching white Gi pants. A white cloth belt fastened her jacket around her waist. She wore no armor, as it would not prove conductive to proper training of this sort. The Gi was heavy, and the black, flexible, athletic shirt she wore underneath made the Yavin raised platform seem even hotter than it really was. Her short choppy hair was a wispy mess and was tied back in a crude ponytail. Her fingers were taped up, as if she was preparing for some hard, arduous training that this certainly wouldn't be.

Like most Mirialans from the homeworld, she took things a lot more seriously than she probably should. She knelt on the ground about 5 meters from the group and bowed before the master and the other pupils.

"Master Hrimfaxi, I'm sorry for my tardiness..." She apologized in a nasally tone that was a biproduct of her broken nose. She would remain postulate for a moment as she collected herself. She rose back up to a kneeling posture, with her back upright and her eyes alert and ready to learn. "I-I am a nobody, but if you'll have me, I'd love to learn." She expressed whole heartedly as she unclipped her lightsaber from her side and with a little spectacle, she reached out to the ethereal force and guided it to the bag that housed multiple other lightsabers. She had not heard the instruction to do so, by any means. She deduced that this was the best course of action, based on her compatriots' lack of sabers and the bag presently being full of them.

Tie'en, ever one for ceremony and respect, would not stand until further instructed. She would wait to be instructed by the master himself.

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[Ruzaan Kai]

Ruzaan busied himself with ensuring that Clove was, indeed, okay, and by the time he was finished fretting over his friend he became aware of a few newcomers to the lesson... or perhaps they'd been here the whole time? He wasn't sure, exactly, but one of them was kneeling respectfully in front of Master Hraustr and Ruzaan hastened to do the same, convinced that he'd missed the instruction to do so. He settled down to Tie'en's left in a similar pose.

As he knelt, Ruzaan snuck a glance at the Mirialan next to him. She looked to be a year or two older than him, and she was certainly dressed for the occasion. Slightly intimidated by her no-nonsense attire and razor focus, he waited for further instruction from the Cathar while hoping that Clove had the good sense to also follow instructions and kneel.

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[Clove Vanhoop]

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Clove, like Ruz, had been preoccupied with adjusting her robes, fiddling with her ponytail, and ensuring that Ruz was okay. And, like Ruz, she hadn't realized the two Padawans had joined the class until they started speaking aloud. Confused she looked at the far older-looking Padawan with raven black hair. She wasn't unfamiliar with older Jedi Padawans; in fact, her best friend was one. Even so, she couldn't help but feel awkward. His dark hair and pale skin, which reminded her of Severus, didn't help matters.

Still, she darted her gaze away from the man and toward the tall kneeling girl in an attempt to be polite and hide her discomfort. Before she could form an opinion about her, she was taken aback by Ruz's warm grey eyes noticeably looking at her for a few moments. She returned his stare, puzzled, only to find him kneeling as well.

Why was everyone kneeling?

Because she was well aware that she wasn't the brightest of the bunch, the half-Sephi normally didn't question what others were doing. After all, why not follow the people you trust? But she was certain of one thing: Jedi did not kneel to others unless it was for meditation or a very special occasion, such as a knighting ceremony. Every Jedi is respected equally, and one is not superior to the other, all within reason obviously.

It wouldn't be wise to go to a Jedi Councillor and treat them like a Jedi Padawan.

So instead, she did as she was taught, even if it meant sticking out like a sore thumb which she felt deeply uncomfortable with, and lowered her upper body into an elegant bow. And then she waited, eyes fixated on the ground ahead of her as if it was a very interesting piece of ground.

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