Ziv Illum's Training

[Jorax]

*The cold steel walls surrounded the room; not even holograms of different planets and warm weather could take away from the icy touch of the floor. A boy sat in the middle of the room, freezing his bottom off and persisting to continue his breathing exercises. Breathing in and out, focusing on nothing and letting his mind, body, and soul relax. Today was finally the day of a new beginning; the day he would begin training to become a full-fledged Jedi*

"Inhales...""Exhales..."

 

[Project]

Silently Koru walked amongst the Jedi, like he once said - they swarm around like Ducks searching bread to eat... but in this case, they would search knowledge to feed upon.Days before, Arca began to train another Jedi further into the ways of the force... and he knew, the Child was torn apart inside, just like Jamall.He began to search "Ziv", as his name was.
Friendly and fatherlike, he engaged him in the Ice Cold room - something that he didn't felt.
"Greetings, Ziv.Are you ready to engage your training today? Or shall we wait a few more days?"

 

[Jorax]

*The breathing pace stayed the same, but now Ziv had awakened and allowed himself to refocus, breaking away from his meditative state. Eyes searching for the voice of which spoke, the two brown circles only wandered up to meet a friendly gaze of his Master.*

"I am ready to engage in my training, Master."

 

[Project]

"So I trust, your motives my Child.We are going to train you outside the Temple ... at one of the Sandcircles.Though besides, my Child, when we are not training - never stay too much alone in your room for it is said, that the lonely, is never the sane one. fatherlike his words echoed through the quarter, winking his padawan to follow him as Koru left the Room awaiting his padawan outside his Room.

 

[Jorax]

"Yes, Master."

*Ziv's legs relaxed as the soles of his feet turned outward. Then, both calves tensed as Ziv's body rocked backward and pushed up. Standing on his feet, Ziv brushed his pants a bit before walking towards the door. With a simple gesture, the holograms disappeared and the room assumed its natural look - a steel box. Stepping out the door, the door slammed shut and Ziv silently waited for his Master to guide him to the Sandcircles.*

 

[Project]

Koru did not wait for his padawan, as he allready walked amongst the crowds of the Jedi.He knew the Kid would follow, the way was short - easy to find.A master, was merely a guide - and no trainer in the way of the Force.A master could only lead someone to the right path, and train him the basics and understanding - for the Knight would need to seek his own connection and sight of the force... as Koru believed.

 

[Jorax]

*Ziv disappeared like a needle in a haystack among the many Jedi that walked through the halls. He couldn't keep up with his Master since his Master left first, but the Jedi Temple was Ziv's home. There was no way that Ziv didn't know where something was, unless it was higher up where the Council lived and worked. The Sandcircles were well known and near the area. Ziv continued walking at a brisk pace and reached the training area in 5 minutes.*

 

[Project]

[OOC: Hey, sorry that the training is so slow, if your coming online at some point we could speed this up a little bit - just if you want, also I wanted to know if the current tempo is OK with you?]

The wind blew cold throughout the temple, chilling even the foreplace of the great Jedi-temple, of Coruscant... and reached out to sky, trying to grab the stars, the suns who heat a whole star system.Truly, the architect made magnificant work with the temple - and it was hard to Imagine that it was so old...
Silently, Koru awaited his padawan in the sandy circle, standing in the middle of it - crossing his hands.It almost looked like he was meditating whilst he stood - however, this was unable to see for an untrained eye...

 

[Jorax]

ooc: It's fine for right now. When I'm back in America, I'll have more time if you want to speed things up.

*Looking about, Ziv's eyes zoomed back and forth, searching for his Master. Seeing his Master, Ziv walked through the sand towards the middle of a sandcircle. Step after step, Ziv found it more irritating to walk through sand. Sand didn't hold much of a form and wasn't very strong; each step sank into the sand about an inch deep and sand was flying about, getting into his clothes in the smallest little spots, such as the bottom of his heels. Why his Master would choose a spot like this to train, Ziv didn't know; at least he would start his training. Finally, Ziv was footsteps away from his Master.*

"I am here, Master."

 

[Project]

"I noticed, my child, even before you arrived.Your presence in the force is remarkable - you even have a strong signature in the force.For now, I want you to sit down - and tell me who you feel in the temple? Who is walking on the promenade?" he instructed his padawan, whilst he held his hands crossed.

 

[Jorax]

*Even Ziv raised an eyebrow. It's not like he knew everybody in the Temple. He had a hard time remembering all the Masters that ordered him around every now and then. Sitting down, he closed his eyes and begun his breathing exercises. That opened up his mind and let Ziv concentrate on the flow of the Force within himself. Then, he began 'feeling' out who was taking their little daily stroll.*

"Who? Um...I can't really tell. I mean...the Force is rather strong in that particular area, meaning that there is at least a Master in the area. There is a strong sense of the Force regardless due to the fact that we are in the Jedi Temple, but I would have to guestimate 15-20 people on the promenade at the moment, Master."

 

[Project]

"I see... you have let to learn many, many things my Child.For now, I rather think you should meditate.No words now - concentrate on everything that passes around and try to see them with the force." his advice, or was it rather an order (?) was said in a quick tone - as he watched silently the sky.

 

[Jorax]

*Ziv followed his Master's words, continuing his breathing exercises and concentrating on the flow of the Force. Slowly but surely, Ziv was able to discern more things out within his limited radius. He could feel the flow of the Force through the sand, rocks beneath them, the people nearby, etc. Ziv was so excited about this new ability. Of course it wasn't new; he just had to concentrate harder. Ziv had never thought that he could do something like this, but maybe that was the point to today's lesson - doing what the mind thinks it can't.*

"Master! I can feel the Force everywhere! Sand, rocks, people, even you, Master!"

 

[Project]

"Very well done.For now, I will be showing you a valuable lesson in the force, that my other padawans have yet to listen to... and gather its meaning." Korus voice, suddenly began to sing as settled down, infront of his padawan...
The language in which he sung, was none other then the Kel'Dorian language, long forgotten in many many ways... but as the holyman allways told his "childs", the wind spirits allways carry secrets and secrets to those they despair, and those they are allied with.Whilst the wind spirits, were actually ghosts believed to take Kel'Dor childs with them, if they possess long names... some Kel'Dor reverred them as far greater beings.
Arca began to sing the first phrase, as an ear shattering noise began to emerge from his dark vocal cords.Clearly, it had another meaning then destroying another species tympanum... and whilst Korus voice soon vanished, and the effect that moved even the sand partially away from Arca, another sound began to gather and run out of his mouth-like organ, hidden behind the mask.
Now, it sounded much more, then a mere scream of fear - but like melodic formation of notes, words, and chants.Even his padawan, would not understand this language - Koru knew he would in time, and after many many years, his padawan who had then become a Jedi Knight would use the knowledge hidden inside this holy chant of the Baran Do, who never were a military order like the Jedi, but a peaceful organisation of martial arts practicing seers.

Soon, after time Koru began to sing another core part of the Baran Do chant... and so went it on, for hours.Patience was to be practiced while the Kel'Dor sat calm...

[OOC: Sorry that I hold this up, I couldn't find time to post -.- I apologize.]

 

[Jorax]

ooc: no problem. Could you pm me about what this post means, or at least the melody? I'm not sure I really understand it.

*Ziv only listened to his Master's "singing," if one could call it that. The awkward mixture of eerie pitches had its own melody in a way. As he sat, Ziv concentrated on the melody, switching in his own sounds in his head in order to make the song more enjoyable. Oddly enough, it helped him concentrate and relax. What power this song had, Ziv only wondered. All he could do was feel through the Force and have faith in his Master's words.*