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Iadel was pacing the main halls, notepad in hand. Pacing tended to soothe him as he worked and he'd been wracking his mind furiously of late, his notepad being covered in a wide-array of scribbled symbols.
With a sigh, the purple haired youth collapsed on a bench and pulled the hood of his fur jacket over him, having for the moment given up. He'd been at the temple ever since he was young and had spent almost the whole time since studying the dark side, but had yet to truly be presented the opportunity to put his knowledge into practice and he still struggled to control the force well enough to do so if he wished to.
With a sigh, the purple haired youth collapsed on a bench and pulled the hood of his fur jacket over him, having for the moment given up. He'd been at the temple ever since he was young and had spent almost the whole time since studying the dark side, but had yet to truly be presented the opportunity to put his knowledge into practice and he still struggled to control the force well enough to do so if he wished to.
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