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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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"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."