Xian Xiao
Elementalist
Xian opened her mouth to respond, already preparing a perfectly reasonable argument about how there was a significant difference between withholding important information and casually informing someone they were several miles above the ground while they were hanging from a wall.
Unfortunately, the wall had other opinions.
She barely registered the movement before something shot out from the side and caught her squarely in the shoulder. Her hand slipped from the next hold and, for one brief moment, she found herself suspended in space with a look of pure disbelief on her face.
"Oh, you've got to be kiddi—"
Then gravity won.
Xian pinwheeled backward, bounced off one padded section of the course, clipped another protruding obstacle on the way down, and finally disappeared into the water below with a tremendous splash.
For several seconds, there was nothing.
Then her head emerged from the surface, soaked hair plastered to her face as she floated there staring up at the course with an expression usually reserved for personal betrayal.
Slowly, she swam toward the edge and pulled herself onto the platform, water dripping from every part of her clothing. She sat there for a moment, catching her breath while glaring up at the wall as if it had insulted her entire family.
"You know," she muttered while standing and wringing water from one sleeve, "I'm starting to think I got a better education running around the streets of Coruscant than I ever would have gotten from the Jedi."
The complaint continued as she trudged back toward the beginning of the course, completely resigned to her fate.
"At least on Coruscant, when somebody wanted to hit me, they had the decency to stand where I could see them first."
Despite the grumbling, she moved back to the starting position and reached for the first handhold again. Her clothes were soaked, her shoulder hurt, and her dignity was somewhere at the bottom of the pool, but she started climbing anyway.
"Also," she called up toward Noriko, "if you laugh too hard and fall off, I'm counting that as a victory."
Noriko Ike
Unfortunately, the wall had other opinions.
She barely registered the movement before something shot out from the side and caught her squarely in the shoulder. Her hand slipped from the next hold and, for one brief moment, she found herself suspended in space with a look of pure disbelief on her face.
"Oh, you've got to be kiddi—"
Then gravity won.
Xian pinwheeled backward, bounced off one padded section of the course, clipped another protruding obstacle on the way down, and finally disappeared into the water below with a tremendous splash.
For several seconds, there was nothing.
Then her head emerged from the surface, soaked hair plastered to her face as she floated there staring up at the course with an expression usually reserved for personal betrayal.
Slowly, she swam toward the edge and pulled herself onto the platform, water dripping from every part of her clothing. She sat there for a moment, catching her breath while glaring up at the wall as if it had insulted her entire family.
"You know," she muttered while standing and wringing water from one sleeve, "I'm starting to think I got a better education running around the streets of Coruscant than I ever would have gotten from the Jedi."
The complaint continued as she trudged back toward the beginning of the course, completely resigned to her fate.
"At least on Coruscant, when somebody wanted to hit me, they had the decency to stand where I could see them first."
Despite the grumbling, she moved back to the starting position and reached for the first handhold again. Her clothes were soaked, her shoulder hurt, and her dignity was somewhere at the bottom of the pool, but she started climbing anyway.
"Also," she called up toward Noriko, "if you laugh too hard and fall off, I'm counting that as a victory."