Hey, I don't fight.

[GhostOfProtocol]

Quinn sat, all alone in his room on Voss. He'd heard from like everyone that [member="Connor Harrison"] had arrived, and to be fair, he didn't care. Okay, okay, maybe he cared a little. Maybe he figured Master Harrison could teach him force heal, something he actually wanted to learn.

He shook his head, looking around. He was debating with himself, the first sign of going mad. Well, talking to yourself was the first. He chuckled, standing up. Maybe he would go and see Connor, maybe he would go and learn from Connor. Go and see if Connor was willing to teach force heal.

He stepped out into the corridor, and instantly some younglings shoved past him, knocking him back. He hated the academy, it was too busy for his liking. He hated busy places, he had no time to sit there and just....

Think.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Connor Harrison's Quarters
Silver Jedi Temple, Voss ​

Standing by the spherical frosted window looking out to the rear of the temple, Connor Harrison was thinking rather than taking in the view. He was eager to see her again, if nothing but just to soothe his curiosity.

Turning away and arching his back in a slight stretch, he wore his vest and trousers, the armour in sections on his bunk. His other wounds were still on show for him to see and remember just what ego and self-sacrifice had brought to him.

Reaching up and scratching the nape of his neck, he walked forward slowly and sat on the small sofa before an empty table. There was plenty to do, but it would be done in good time over the next day or so for him truly to get back into the swing of things. Faces to see, choices to make. His eyes scanned the room, losing himself in the warm orange and electric blue mood lighting.

He had to go now, or he probably never would. At least then there was a chance he could come back.

[member="Quinn Michaels"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Quinn waited outside the room belonging to Connor. He was unsure weather to knock or not, weather to just leave it or not. He wanted to learn Force Heal, heck yeah, but Connor... sorry, Master Harrison always had this aura around him. It wasn't bad, heck no. He'd heard Connor was a nice guy, but Quinn wasn't quite sure.

He knocked the door to Master Harrison's room lightly, just using the tip of his knuckle. He then placed his arms behind his back, nodding. He wasn't sure if he was underdressed, donning his Sasori Robes, his borrowed training saber at his side. He hadn't returned that yet, he was using it to practice Ataru and Soresu and in honesty, he was getting better at it.

All he could do was wait for Connor to open the door.

[member="Connor Harrison"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Turning his head to the sound of knocking, Connor looked almost through the door and found an aura he hadn’t come across before – obviously someone probably requesting his presence. He stood with little urgency and walked to the door and swiped it open, and the last person he expected to see was a Chiss.

He hadn’t come across many of the Chiss in his time, and with a slight glance to either side of the young man, he fixed himself on those signature red eyes.

”Hello there – you can tell them I won’t be long, if you want to wait.”

He left the door open, slicked his hand back through his hair as he exhaled and went to his armour to pack up.

[member="Quinn Michaels"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Quinn smirked, looking at Master Harrison. He bowed slightly, nodding. "Master. I'm afraid the only person looking for you is me. I wondered if you had a moment to run through a force power with me, one i've heard that you are proficient in, Force Heal." he asked slowly.

Part of him hoped Connor had a moment, as Force Heal was something he'd love to learn. He wasn't a fighter, but force heal would allow him to take part in the fighting without actually fighting. He smiled, knowing that he could of just asked Master Whitelight about this, but whatever.

[member="Connor Harrison"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

With an extended blink, Connor stopped sorting his armour and turned to the Chiss. Why did he attract ones wanting to learn – his reputation must have appealed somewhat to those wanting to avoid a typical run-of-the-mill Jedi Master. Maybe it proved he was doing something right to appeal to younger Jedi as a guide for their future.

”Healing? Have you not gone to Master Whitelight? I mean I can show you, but it won’t be an extensive lesson as you’ve just caught me. However I have time, so, I mean of course by all means, come in.”

He stood up and folded his arms, drumming his fingers gently and nodded softly.

”So what you after then as a Silver Jedi, and may I ask your name…and why you came to me? No right or wrong answer, I’m just curious.”

[member="Quinn Michaels"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

"Master Whitelight focuses on force healing, but she rushes through things. I've heard through some guys that, even when caught off guard, you spend time going through things, master" he replied to Connor, nodding. "Oh, and my last name is Michaels, Master".

He was caught off guard by the Maya reference. Granted, he was asking her to go to the crystal caves and things, but he didn't trust her. Okay, he didn't trust Connor, but he trusted Maya even less. In his eyes, someone that "polite" has got to be hiding something, right? He wasn't just going insane, right?

[member="Connor Harrison"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Nodding at the formulaic answer of a fresh-faced Apprentice speaking to Master, Connor held his hands out to slow his response.

”Look, call me Connor, it’s fine. I don’t do the whole Master Student rank talk very well. I’ve got a Padawan under my belt and even they call me by my name, so it’s fine. And you have picked your time to visit me, but I mean…”

He scratched his face a looked around at his quarters, weighing up his time. There was no immediate rush to go, but he wasn’t going to stick around longer than he had to or commit to anything.

”If it’s healing of the mind, soul and other aspects than Maya is really your best option, but if you need to know how to heal the bone, the flesh and the body that you only have one of then I can at least start the ball rolling. And what’s your first name, Michaels.”

[member="Quinn Michaels"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

He slowly told the master his first name, though he was still against addressing Connor by his first name. He explained how he didn't need to know how to heal the mind, soul or broken heart yet. Bone and scrapes would do. Smiling lightly he crossed his arms, cloak flapping a little as he did.

He slowly looked around the quarters. It was a small place, decorated to Connor's tastes. Quinn prided himself on being able to see a person through their clothes, art and decorating sense. He wasn't sure with Connor though. It was sort of a stock quarters with a few things in it.

[member="Connor Harrison"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

He took note, and invited Quinn through, watching him as he walked in.

”Forgive my asking, but why the uncertainty? You're like an open book with your emotion, Quinn.”

Connor walked past him and went to continue moving his armour and equipment on the bunk to make space for his case.

”Hearing stories about me or what? If you want to know how to heal a broken bone and tidy up a wound, I can show you, but you don't seem like you really want to be here.”

Glancing to his right, he noted the knifes on the side in the small kitchenette.

[member="Quinn Michaels"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Quinn chuckled lightly. He explained to Connor that he did want to be there, he just wasn't used to human to human interaction. He spent most of his early life away from people, and he'd always been shy around people. He preferred to be alone, but he wouldn't learn anything being alone.

To be honest, that was something he'd need to work on. His shyness. He'd forced himself to hold it together on Dac yeah, but right now he wasn't sure. Yeah, he was working on it, but he'd still need to continue working on it. Smiling lightly he followed Connor inside, nodding.
"So, master. After you"

[member="Connor Harrison"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Smiling, Quinn touched on things he could relate to. Interaction with others wasn't always easy for him too, finding solace when he was alone. But being a Jedi, it wasn't the easiest thing to do in avoiding others.

”Ok, just one moment...”

He turned to the kitchen and took a small knife used for fruit. He span the blade in his palm and walked back to Quinn.

”Trust me, ok? My methods aren't going to win awards and probably frowned upon, but if you want to learn things and know things, you have to experience them. The Sith will make you feel pain and fear out there, and we need to be prepared for that. Sometimes the Jedi smother us in trying to look through rose tinted glasses.”

Placing the blade on his palm, Connor looked at Quinn and gritted his teeth as he drew the blade across his flesh, peeling it open with ease and letting a crimson streak of blood flow.

”If you don't, I'll feel pretty rough. Use the Force. Stop the bleed...please.”

[member="Quinn Michaels"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

He was willing to call Harrison an idiot, though it'd work. To be able to use the force properly he'd need to be able to experience it first hand. Placing his hand upon Connor's, he called upon the force, imagining the wound closing. It didn't work at once, and his blue hand was becoming stained with Connor's blood.

Eventually the wound closed. Granted it wasn't the best close in the world, and granted it was scabbed over and would probably scar, but Quinn had for the most part healed his wound. Calling upon the force one last time Quinn forced all of his happy emotion towards Connor, slowly removing the scabs and any scaring that would of been there.

[member="Connor Harrison"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

The wound stung, and Connor winced as he let Quinn act quickly and without expectation – the best way that forced one to just “do” rather than plan, especially in times of urgency. The wound managed to heal and repair itself, but rather abruptly and ugly with only a small pink line of flesh remaining where he had cut himself.

Taking his hand and rubbing it gently, Connor nodded.

”Well you stopped the bleed but you didn’t repair anything – you just closed it on up. And soon it will probably come open again. If that was out in the field, they’d bleed out.”

Connor folded his arms and tapped his chin with a finger.

”That was good though, for acting without warning. However you pooled a lot of emotion via the Force through to me and it felt like you were trying to reassure me, keep me calm and happy and relaxed – you wasted your focus on me when you should have been focused on the wound itself. Regardless of what happens to me or how I feel, that wound is all that matters to repair.”

[member="Quinn Michaels"]