Sage Hazzard
Mar 24th, 2002, 04:11:34 AM
<font color="#6495ed" face="times new roman">For some reason, the establishment had more faces today. Or maybe that was simply the way it seemed, because of the reason he was here today. In any scenerio, it was packed. An exceedingly good thing for the day's training.
Training? No, not for the Jedi Master. For his Padawan, a deaf/mute named D'Mourning Orb. Sage was wearing an ancient looking Jedi attire. Jedi Robes, Jedi Gi, Jedi Cloak, Jedi Belt, Jedi Boots, it was a cliche every non-force user in the bar used. The definition of a Jedi. How they drew them in story books. His Lightsabre even looked ancient. It might have well been, it was his first. Peace, he called it. It was the instrument that he fought with to protect the ideal, his main goal. The goal for all Jedi. The Jedi were peacekeepers at core. It was the ability, that he used to uphold the sworn duty of a Jedi, that he was passing on daily to his Padawan.
The Padawan seemed to follow him constantly. Although this wasn't the case. Rather, Sage dragged him everywhere. Although the Padawan was free to do as he wished, and go where he wished without supervision, Sage dragged him everywhere he decided to go. It was an onsite training.</font>
<font face="arial">"D'Mourning, look around. These are the most important people in your life today. Do no forget that. Ever."</font><font color="#6495ed" face="times new roman">
The Padawan watched his lips intently. He had to, so he could tell what his Master was teaching. This fact gave Sage a twinge of guilt. It reminded him he took his ability to speak for granted. It was the same ignorance that the masses had for the Force. He felt that same feeling when he joined the Jedi and learned there ways. How big a fool he was, to ever take the Force for granted. This made Sage certain that his Padawan would listen--look closely. D'Mourning seemed to have a flavor for life that he admired, maybe even was jealous of.</font><font face="arial">
"We'll sit. We'll drink. Then begin."</font><font color="#6495ed" face="times new roman">
Sage felt stupid again. As he talked, he acted out the things. A hand raised to his mouth to simulate drinking, and so on. It was the same way people shouted at beings who spoke another language.
The Jedi Master led his Padawan to the bar. As he got there, he placed his usual order.</font><font face="arial">
"Water. Chilled."</font><font color="6495ed" face="times new roman">
Sage turned to D'Mourning, who was watching him still for guidance, eager to begin training.<font face="arial">
"Your order?"</font>
Training? No, not for the Jedi Master. For his Padawan, a deaf/mute named D'Mourning Orb. Sage was wearing an ancient looking Jedi attire. Jedi Robes, Jedi Gi, Jedi Cloak, Jedi Belt, Jedi Boots, it was a cliche every non-force user in the bar used. The definition of a Jedi. How they drew them in story books. His Lightsabre even looked ancient. It might have well been, it was his first. Peace, he called it. It was the instrument that he fought with to protect the ideal, his main goal. The goal for all Jedi. The Jedi were peacekeepers at core. It was the ability, that he used to uphold the sworn duty of a Jedi, that he was passing on daily to his Padawan.
The Padawan seemed to follow him constantly. Although this wasn't the case. Rather, Sage dragged him everywhere. Although the Padawan was free to do as he wished, and go where he wished without supervision, Sage dragged him everywhere he decided to go. It was an onsite training.</font>
<font face="arial">"D'Mourning, look around. These are the most important people in your life today. Do no forget that. Ever."</font><font color="#6495ed" face="times new roman">
The Padawan watched his lips intently. He had to, so he could tell what his Master was teaching. This fact gave Sage a twinge of guilt. It reminded him he took his ability to speak for granted. It was the same ignorance that the masses had for the Force. He felt that same feeling when he joined the Jedi and learned there ways. How big a fool he was, to ever take the Force for granted. This made Sage certain that his Padawan would listen--look closely. D'Mourning seemed to have a flavor for life that he admired, maybe even was jealous of.</font><font face="arial">
"We'll sit. We'll drink. Then begin."</font><font color="#6495ed" face="times new roman">
Sage felt stupid again. As he talked, he acted out the things. A hand raised to his mouth to simulate drinking, and so on. It was the same way people shouted at beings who spoke another language.
The Jedi Master led his Padawan to the bar. As he got there, he placed his usual order.</font><font face="arial">
"Water. Chilled."</font><font color="6495ed" face="times new roman">
Sage turned to D'Mourning, who was watching him still for guidance, eager to begin training.<font face="arial">
"Your order?"</font>