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ten_fwd2015-12-24 07:39 am
beforethedarktimes) wrote in ten_fwd2015-12-24 07:39 am
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It had taken time, but Obi-Wan had become familiar enough with the holodeck to create a program for the room. Of course, as a first attempt, it was a far cry from some of the programs he’d seen. There were no characters, no costumes or props, but it suited his needs nonetheless.
It was a perfect recreation of one of the numerous training rooms within the Jedi Temple, or at least as perfect as he could make it from memory. The walls were smooth metal, curved and fitted as though they were part of some seamless, organic whole. Familiar tapestries adorned the walls, displaying the tenets of the Jedi Code, and the hard, tile floor bore the symbol of the Order in a ruddy, red stone.
There were a few details he couldn’t fill in of course. The room was the right size, but it didn’t feel quite as … open, as the genuine article. That, and the symbol on the floor was the wrong shade. Too light, or too dark, though for the life of him he couldn’t remember which. But it was close enough. Close enough that, for a moment, it felt like he was home.
It was a welcome change of pace.
While everyone else was busy preparing for the holidays, Obi-Wan could be found in his tranquil recreation of home. The sapphire-blue blade of his lightsaber was lit for the first time since he'd arrived. Despite his lack of practice, he showed no signs of rust as he flowed with practiced ease from one stance to the next.
It was a perfect recreation of one of the numerous training rooms within the Jedi Temple, or at least as perfect as he could make it from memory. The walls were smooth metal, curved and fitted as though they were part of some seamless, organic whole. Familiar tapestries adorned the walls, displaying the tenets of the Jedi Code, and the hard, tile floor bore the symbol of the Order in a ruddy, red stone.
There were a few details he couldn’t fill in of course. The room was the right size, but it didn’t feel quite as … open, as the genuine article. That, and the symbol on the floor was the wrong shade. Too light, or too dark, though for the life of him he couldn’t remember which. But it was close enough. Close enough that, for a moment, it felt like he was home.
It was a welcome change of pace.
While everyone else was busy preparing for the holidays, Obi-Wan could be found in his tranquil recreation of home. The sapphire-blue blade of his lightsaber was lit for the first time since he'd arrived. Despite his lack of practice, he showed no signs of rust as he flowed with practiced ease from one stance to the next.
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"Thanks,"she starts with a slight nod. "Normally I use one of the training programs that I've found."
Still she can go without one. Marion has made due with less than this on the past. She sets the sword aside for a moment to do some much needed stretches first.
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He spared a moment to glace at her sword on the ground, then picked up where he'd left off, smoothly gliding from stance to stance.
"I wasn't expecting to find other swordsmen here." He said, sounding like he took it as a pleasant surprise. "Were you part of the class, or is this an older interest?"
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Claws and teeth aren't always the best weapon.
"No." She shakes her head as she finishes the brief stretching she had needed. "Older interest. My... mentor would be a little annoyed if I didn't at least practice."
Charles would be pretty annoyed with her. That's not a lie. Marion had seen him at the very height of annoyed in the past. She misses his company even more these days.
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"I see." Obi-Wan said, as a wide, almost flashy sweep of his blade broke up the defensive posture he'd been assuming. "Mine would be as well, I'd imagine." Or at least as close to annoyed as Master Qui-Gon ever got. He remembered his former master's lesson; every day brings new opportunities for triumph and defeat, and you must be ready for them.
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The werewolf has never worried too much about guarding herself. She moves too quickly for most people to keep up with.
"I find it easier to just listen," she supplies as she pauses to adjust her feet. She frowns silently then with a little more care than before restarts the drill she had begun.
The only difference this time is that Marion is moving more slowly so she can work at tightening up her technique.
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He'll mostly keep to himself, but occasionally, he'll glance over his shoulder at Marion, silently studying her technique. It was ... different, but not unfamiliar. Eventually, he broke the silence.
"Would you mind a word of advice?" He may have plenty of experience in this realm, but her work wasn't his business. He'd clearly take no offense if she said no.
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"I... Sure," she said a little uncertainty. Marion hadn't expected him to say anything. Their styles seem to be so drastically different.
"It's just that your style looks way more defensive than mine."
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"It is," Obi-Wan agreed. "However, the basics are the same whether you're playing offense or defense."
"Your technique is good, but your arms and shoulders are tense. You may get more power that way, but it limits your movements." He raises his blade, assuming a ready stance similar to hers. His arms and shoulders visibly tense, and he slashes through the air several times. It seems fine enough.
"Try to relax your shoulders. Stay loose." There's a slight slump as the tension drains from his shoulders. He moves through a similar series of strikes, flowing smoothly one into the next. The transition before seemed almost sluggish.
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"My problem is that I can't let myself lose control of what power I do have.... I don't really have a choice in the matter of fighting. It's what we were made for." To fight the dark things other people couldn't. The insticnts are hard-wired into her now weather she likes it or not. Still she does make an effort to mimic his posture.
"I just try to not let the rage that was shoved down our throats rule me. Charles said I had more control than most werewolves."
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Marion has to pause to collect her thoughts. "People got desperate. They couldn't fight back. That's about when King Charlemagne started taking action. Fighting back so his people wouldn't die. So, the ...gift was engineered. It changes our DNA. Don't really know why the rage is there but I've fought vampires. Throwing off their mind control is easy. I can sense them too. Kind of like picking up their scent it's just... Different."
Marion has no idea how to describe it. The way something in her just rolls right over and she just has to hold herself in check. "It gets complicated. Our instincts get hard-wired into combat and protecting people. I can't not get involved. It's how I keep wanding right into trouble."