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Post by Solaris on Mar 11, 2013 18:46:52 GMT -5
Char nodded. He guessed she wouldn't want to talk about her parents - the use of the past tense for the mother told him she was probably dead, and he didn't need to think too hard to guess she wasn't exactly fond of her father. "An ya left the Jedi 'cause they were holding you back," he prompted, deliberately choosing a verbiage commonly associated with dark Jedi though his tone remained blankly neutral.
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Post by Nevermore on Mar 11, 2013 19:55:30 GMT -5
Constance felt her anxiety abate as Char didn't inquire farther into her paternal figures. At his next question she could only nod, folding her arms behind her back. One hand fell idly into the other.
"Yes. My aunt, Gracelyn," she began. "She refused to give me anything other than basic, standardized training. I'm impatient though, and I never wanted to wait," she continued.
"I was so eager to learn how to use mother's lightscythe that I... I just wanted to keep training, practicing, learning how to use it better and more efficiently." Constance heaved a heavy sigh.
"I just wanted to be like her."
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Post by Solaris on Mar 12, 2013 22:38:30 GMT -5
Char chuckled, but there was a hint of melancholy there. Behind the mental stonewall, he couldn't help but feel some sympathy for her. He'd had his father stolen from him, too, and his mother disappeared. "Strikes me you're better fit t' be you," he said to Constance. "Honor your ma, but don' lose yourself tryin' to keep her."
He took a deep breath, thinking on how to explain training. "Y'ever worked out?" he asked. "Not to be showin' off, I mean t' be building up real strength. Ya don't do it just by working on th' muscles you intend to use - you work on th' muscles 'round those ones, too, an' a'course the ones that those touch need developed, too. Soon enough, you're findin' that workin' on practically everything helps." He shrugged. "Th' Force is kinda like that. 'S why she wanted to teach you the groundwork, I think. 'S why I'mma do it, at least." He patted her on the back. "You look like death warmed over, kiddo. Go get yourself somethin' to eat an' get some rest. I'll clean up in here."
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