Sage Hazzard
Mar 29th, 2001, 10:06:01 AM
Cellular and Molecular Distortion-Day I Session I
::Sage looked over the grassy hill as the wind blew the grass blades against his ankles. His hair blew as if independent from his body with the breeze tossing and turning as it blew.
The hill was steep, very steep in fact. Only the top was considered grassy, the slope was rocky, jagged at best. To walk down this hill would take an estimated time of "20 minutes", since your tread would be slow and careful. He looked down at the slope and his mind got to thinking. Chewnakka had deemed him "The craziest Jedi I've ever layed eyes on." for his wild ideas and throwing himself from the pan into the stove often.
He flung himself into the air, his hangtime was good as he desended apon the slope. He the first bump hard. He kept his arms crossed accross his chest so snagging was possible. He kept as stiff as possible. As he rolled down the hill there were expected bumps that thrw him into the air, and unexpected bumps that flung him into the air. When he reached the bottom his momentum carried him a good length until he unraveled himself on the grassy plain.
As he stood up he examined himself. No cuts, no scrapes, no bruises. He had used the Force to strengthen his muscles, skin, and tissue so he could take the insane bumps. As he walked farther into the clearing his mind wondered.... What if he could master this skill? What kind of asset would this be in a fight?
::Sage looked over the grassy hill as the wind blew the grass blades against his ankles. His hair blew as if independent from his body with the breeze tossing and turning as it blew.
The hill was steep, very steep in fact. Only the top was considered grassy, the slope was rocky, jagged at best. To walk down this hill would take an estimated time of "20 minutes", since your tread would be slow and careful. He looked down at the slope and his mind got to thinking. Chewnakka had deemed him "The craziest Jedi I've ever layed eyes on." for his wild ideas and throwing himself from the pan into the stove often.
He flung himself into the air, his hangtime was good as he desended apon the slope. He the first bump hard. He kept his arms crossed accross his chest so snagging was possible. He kept as stiff as possible. As he rolled down the hill there were expected bumps that thrw him into the air, and unexpected bumps that flung him into the air. When he reached the bottom his momentum carried him a good length until he unraveled himself on the grassy plain.
As he stood up he examined himself. No cuts, no scrapes, no bruises. He had used the Force to strengthen his muscles, skin, and tissue so he could take the insane bumps. As he walked farther into the clearing his mind wondered.... What if he could master this skill? What kind of asset would this be in a fight?