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Post by Solaris on Mar 2, 2013 19:44:15 GMT -5
"Aye, I might at that," Char said as he accepted the helmet back and replaced it on the tabletop. He looked over the tools, as familiar to him as his own hands after having grown up working with forge and Force in the Jensaarai tradition. "Or I might be th' other. Depends, y'see." Char looked up at the girl, studying her intently, his expression grim. "I see two ways ahead a' ya, kid. I told ya I'd teach ya anything I could, and I will - but this is somethin' what I ain't so sure you got what it takes to do."
Char walked up to her and jabbed her with his finger right in the sternum, right over the heart. His eyes were intense, his expression fiercely so. "Ya got this, kid, but ya ain't controlled it yet. I seen it plain as day in you, everything ya do. You learn to control yourself, you c'n make armor what'll help ya protect you and them you care about. You don't, you'll only ever make armor what'll help ya kill an' destroy." He swept his hand towards the forge, with the ingots heating in the atomic fires and the tools nearby ready to help shape the metal. "So show me what ya got, kiddo. Make somethin'."
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Post by Nevermore on Mar 2, 2013 20:18:58 GMT -5
Constance felt a nodule of pride swell up in the recesses of her chest, inundating her heart. She felt her lungs expand with the air of excitement, and it took all the teenager had not to burst at the seams. Perhaps she was misinterpreting Char's words, but she felt an aura of faith emanating from him. He believed she had the potential, she needed only to learn how to better control her sometimes untamed emotions.
"Okay," she acknowledged, a grateful smile pulling up the corners of her lips. She approached the workstation, swallowing a peculiar lump of anxiety and joy beginning to form in her throat. She was being permitted to construct anything she wanted, and she knew precisely what it was she was going to make.
"Gauntlets," she spoke, her green eyes shifting back at Char. "If you want to protect someone, you have to do it with your hands most of the time," she elaborated.
"A good, strong pair of hands," she mused one final time.
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Post by Solaris on Mar 3, 2013 10:49:27 GMT -5
Char simply folded his arms across his chest and nodded his head once. Gauntlets could be tricky to get right, but he wasn't gauging her on her technical skill, only on what she managed to pull off. He honestly didn't expect her to succeed, not the first time and certainly not nearly so refined and pure as his own creations, but he expected her to get something.
"Don't think," he said. "Feel. Envision what you're lookin' to make, feel what you want it to feel, then jus' step back an' let it happen. As you shape the metal, feel the Force flowing through it and shape that flow to your desires by becomin' one with it, not by forcing it. Twisting it, bending and breaking it to make it obey your will, that's the path to the Dark Side. It's quicker an' easier, aye, but it ain't the better a' the two."
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Post by Nevermore on Mar 3, 2013 18:52:57 GMT -5
Constance nodded in acknowledgement, preparing herself for the physical labor of creating this simple piece of armor. She took everything that Char had told her to heart, closing her eyes as she mulled all of it over. Feel what you want it to feel.
Loyalty, she thought to herself as her eyes opened. Compassion. Constance donned the appropriate equipment for forging, ready to make her first attempt, as botched as it may turn out, at the art of alchemy, and forging.
Hours fluttered by, Constance toiling tirelessly at the crafting. The meditative trance she had been embraced by in Char's quarters was embracing her again, whispering into her mind how things needed to be. It was as if the armor was talking to her, pleading how it desired to be crafted. Constance was all too happy to listen, a small smile etched on her face through all of it. She had lost trace of time, and of Char, but she had finally finished.
Perhaps it wasn't the prettiest piece of work, and it was doubtful that it was incredibly potent; but it was still something. The gauntlets, in all of their simplistic crudity, shone like a beacon of achievement for the trainee. She had felt what she wanted the gauntlets to feel, she had listened to the mellifluous voice of the Force tell her what form is desired to take.
She took a step back, her eyes fixated on the craft, mind churning with thoughts and emotions about how good—or bad—she had done.
She certainly couldn't have expected to make something perfect the very first time.
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Post by Solaris on Mar 5, 2013 10:39:43 GMT -5
"Ah, that's not bad," Char said as he inspected the gauntlets. They weren't good, either, but he wasn't about to say that out loud. Char picked up first one, then the other and looked it over with an expert eye. She needed to learn how to use a finishing hammer, and her molecular work was practically nonexistent. The gauntlet was essentially an armored mitten, barely functional - it looked like she was going by what she'd read in books and seen in holos rather than practical experience. Well, that was something that could be fixed. Char probed it with the Force as he ran his fingers over the dented and dinged surface of the metal, sensing the rudimentary gestalt that she'd imbued the item with.
"Not bad at all," Char said as he placed the gauntlets on the table, then turned to regard her with a stern, thoughtful expression. "What's the point of all this, Connie?"
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Post by Nevermore on Mar 5, 2013 12:00:11 GMT -5
Connie? No one's called me that since...
"Me running my emotions, not the other way around" Constance said after Char had finished appraising her creations.
"That sometimes you need to stop and think. Sometimes you need to take a closer look at something, even if you think it has no value. A lot of things," she finished. Constance swallowed her distress at the reminiscence of her mother, and all of the times she had called her Connie. Next to go were the thoughts, being ushered to the back of her mind.
"But even though you should keep reins on your emotions," she elaborated, "you shouldn't do it so much that you can't feel anything at all."
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Post by Solaris on Mar 6, 2013 22:18:09 GMT -5
Char nodded, giving no outward indication as to whether her answer was right or not. "Speakin' a' ridin' herd on your emotions," he said, his expression softening a little as he hooked his thumbs into his belt, "what was that? I don't need Force sense to be tellin' something's troubling you, kiddo. 'S writ plain as day all over your face."
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Post by Nevermore on Mar 7, 2013 11:35:42 GMT -5
Constance drew in a lengthy breath through her nose, then exhaled through her mouth. The girl remained tight-lipped for a moment before wetting her lips with her tongue.
"No one has called me Connie since my mother," she said. "My last master didn't. No one I knew, now with the exception of you," she admitted. She cleared her throat and looked up at Char, giving him a small smile.
"It just brought back some fond memories."
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Post by Solaris on Mar 7, 2013 16:34:59 GMT -5
"Yeah?" Char nodded. "Not exactly the warmest of sorts, the Jedi." He produced a holowafer from his belt pouch and handed it to her before he walked over to shut down the atomic forge. The fires winked out instantly, the infernal glow fading nearly as fast.
"This 'ere's some instructions on forge-work. Purely mundane stuff - ya gotta learn the basics before you can learn the shiny stuff." Char turned his head to look over the little slip of a girl, trying to figure out how to put words to his thoughts. "What happened t' your folks?"
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Post by Nevermore on Mar 10, 2013 19:32:07 GMT -5
Constance took the wafer and smiled at Char, holding onto it since she had nowhere to put it at the moment.
"Thank you," she told Char. As the man continued on, inquiring about what happened to her parents, Constance felt her heart sink. She hated discussing her parental situation. She had actually never discussed it with anyone before, for any reason.
"Long story short: my mother was a Jedi, and my sad excuse for a father is a cheater," Constance said. "I was sent to the temple on Coruscant to follow in my mother's footsteps, but I left. That was when I found you," she concluded. She wasn't sure if Char had wanted more detail than that, but she would be somewhat forthcoming with it if he did.
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