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fandomhighdorms2009-09-02 05:55 pm
weetuskenraider) wrote in fandomhighdorms2009-09-02 05:55 pm
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The Salle, Late Late Late Wednesday Night
She'd been trying to sleep when the familiar unsettling feeling hit her, the stirring in the back of her mind that meant Riina was awake. Tahiri wasn't sure what had brought it on this time; she'd had a good week so far, and with Firekeeper back safely that was one less thing to worry about. Riina didn't usually stir unless there was something that triggered a strong reaction from her, or if Tahiri was under stress.
She didn't like it, though. So Tahiri slipped out of her room and down to the salle with a stop at the weapons locker on the way. She could have gone up to the sixth floor quiet room, but this would serve her purposes better.
Settling into a cross-legged position on the floor in the darkened salle, Tahiri closed her eyes and gripped the hilt of her lightsaber in both hands, feeling its cool metal surface beneath her fingers. Metal. Non-organic. Riina hated it, and Tahiri could feel her snarling. She wrapped her fingers more tightly around the hilt, defiantly. This is me.
Her jaw clenched against the sudden impulse to Force-hurl the lightsaber across the room, and in response Tahiri thumbed the blade on, casting the salle in its ice-blue glow. She could hear the hum of energy, feel the vibration . . . and felt Riina recoil indignantly, snarling something about abomination. This is me. This is who I am. Get. Kriffing. Used. To. It.
Riina didn't back down, though, and Tahiri got to her feet, reaching out in the Force to activate the remote lying a few meters away; it rose into the air and added to the noise of machinery. Take that, Riina. Deal with it. The first bolt sang toward her and she whirled to block it. Then the second, and the third.
Riina never backed down, but Tahiri let herself fall into the rhythm of the drill and the flow of the Force around her, focusing on that and only that. If she could just keep this up until they were both too exhausted, she'd count it as a victory for now. And buy herself a little more time.
[OOC: Mostly establishy, but open if you're up at stupid o'clock, why not?]
She didn't like it, though. So Tahiri slipped out of her room and down to the salle with a stop at the weapons locker on the way. She could have gone up to the sixth floor quiet room, but this would serve her purposes better.
Settling into a cross-legged position on the floor in the darkened salle, Tahiri closed her eyes and gripped the hilt of her lightsaber in both hands, feeling its cool metal surface beneath her fingers. Metal. Non-organic. Riina hated it, and Tahiri could feel her snarling. She wrapped her fingers more tightly around the hilt, defiantly. This is me.
Her jaw clenched against the sudden impulse to Force-hurl the lightsaber across the room, and in response Tahiri thumbed the blade on, casting the salle in its ice-blue glow. She could hear the hum of energy, feel the vibration . . . and felt Riina recoil indignantly, snarling something about abomination. This is me. This is who I am. Get. Kriffing. Used. To. It.
Riina didn't back down, though, and Tahiri got to her feet, reaching out in the Force to activate the remote lying a few meters away; it rose into the air and added to the noise of machinery. Take that, Riina. Deal with it. The first bolt sang toward her and she whirled to block it. Then the second, and the third.
Riina never backed down, but Tahiri let herself fall into the rhythm of the drill and the flow of the Force around her, focusing on that and only that. If she could just keep this up until they were both too exhausted, she'd count it as a victory for now. And buy herself a little more time.
[OOC: Mostly establishy, but open if you're up at stupid o'clock, why not?]
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