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Somebody's in Twubble[Rasu Gan]

Moroi Wareyasui

Cocky Little Poohead
The Academy on Tython had never felt more foreboding in the young padawan's life. He had gotten in trouble before, it was as guaranteed as the fething tides given how obstinate and headstrong Moroi tended to be, but this was the first time he was genuinely concerned of the consequences and not necessarily because he was afraid of being punished. Not more than a day ago, Moroi and Asaak Tey had shared a moment that in hindsight, was probably somewhat awkward. He knew very little about Togruta anatomy or social customs and culture and he really had no idea if what he was doing was even welcome. Maybe her discoloration and beflusterment wasn't an appreciative embarrassment? What if a kiss was tantamount to assault to Togruta? What if intercourse was performed by touching the lekku? She certainly hadn't given him permission to touch them. When he first got back to his room, he even thought the day had gone pretty well, thought there might have even been something there. Well, it was obviously going to be complicated given that they weren't the same species, but they were hardly breaking new ground there...it wouldn't have been impossible or even unacceptable to...most people.

But then Moroi go the message from @[member="Rasu Gan"] to meet her in the training hall, which was a somewhat strange request. Initially Moroi was confused, he had gone on multiple excursions with Master Gan and he was rather familiar with her, but still, he was not her Padawan and calling him out seemed rather unorthodox. Still, they had spent a considerable amount of time together and she was his master's teacher, so lessons with her were not out of the realm of plausibility and in fact they'd even be beneficial. And then...the cogs started whirring. Master Gan was Asa's master, her teacher, and effectively her guardian while they were padawans of the Jedi order. What if everything that had gone on the day before had not transpired in reality like they had in Moroi's head, what if it was the exact opposite. And even if it wasn't, the Jedi order certainly frowned upon emotional attachments, usually spouting rhetoric about the darkside immediately afterward. This left the young Padawan, concerned about potentially being expelled from the order, or worse getting Asa expelled, or even worse still, having some how hurt his dearest friend as he sat still on the bench along the wall, his knees pulled up to his chest and his feet balanced on the bench, nervously awaiting Master Gan.
 
A blue hue lit up the Shi'ido's face as the Jedi Master studied a section of space, one that had been removed from the republic database. The holographic map showed various stars but left a obvious blank spot in the center of the display, hinting that perhaps something had been removed. Moving her finger up to her face, Rasu chewed gently on the emerald skin, deep in concentration as she tried to determine what was missing.

"I swear I've seen this before, but where?" she thought aloud, pondering over the holo-display before turning to check her chrono. This mystery would have to wait for another day, as she turned to leave her office, heading towards a private training room she had booked for the duration of the day. She had lately been interested by the progress of one, [member="Moroi Wareyasui"], who had been learning the path of the Jedi under her previous student, Yinch. She had been on various missions, taking place across the galaxy on Ilum, Makeb and even here on Tython, but today she would make sure that they had no need to leave the Academy.

Moroi was developing quite well as a young Padawan, in Rasu's eyes anyway. It would be Yinch's decision to bring him forward for promotion when he felt necessary. However just because he was still an apprentice, didn't mean he couldn't start thinking about his future as a Jedi Knight, something she was sure he would one day become. As a Knight, different paths would be accessible to the Padawan and Rasu wanted him to gain an understanding of what would be best to follow, depending on his strengths and weaknesses. From reading his reports, as well as witnessing his work first-hand, Rasu could tell he would be best suited to either the role of a Jedi Guardian of a Jedi Sentinel, however she would leave the final decision to be made by the man, leaving him with inky her own advice. So a simple training spar would be needed to finalise Rasu's own opinion, thus the summoning to the training room.

Entering the private room, she made her way over to the bench where she found Moroi, sitting upon the seat, his legs and knees tucked under his arms. Something appeared to be wrong with the man, however Rasu couldn't decipher any information from his aura, leaving her with hardly any knowledge on his troubles. She would have to resort to physically asking, not relying on the Force to reach an answer.

"What troubles you Moroi?" she asked, sitting beside the man, bringing her hands to rest on her lap, her eyes searching and scanning the humans face.
 

Moroi Wareyasui

Cocky Little Poohead
When the familiar sound of decompressed air filled the room and [member="Rasu Gan"] stepped in to the room, Moroi's head popped up so quickly it was a wonder it didn't snap off. When he looked at her however, he did not feel the anger, disappointment, any emotion that would indicate that she knew that he had begun harboring some very un-Jedilike feelings for her padawan. Moroi's mind raced, he was not the most adept at sensing such things though and she was a Jedi Master, he supposed hiding it would not be outside the realm of possibility. Even if she was for some reason hiding such knowledge, Moroi would not be able to discern why. Master Gan did not seem like the type to withhold information like that to torment him, but then again, she did teach Master Yinch. That little turd had to have got it from somewhere. The young man was beginning to relax slightly, his tight hold on his knees dissipating slightly as the Shi'ido Master sat down next to him. Then, she spoke, and Moroi's body went completely rigid, as if he was suddenly dropped in a bucket of freezing cold water, his voice even simulating the effect.

"N...nothing is troubling me Master Gan, I'm just...just cold, yeah, cold....Master Gan why am I here?"

With his last query, the rigidity slowly began to leave him and his arms unlocked his knees, his feet landing deftly on the ground as he dragged himself to his feet, cautiously turning his attention back to the Jedi Master on the bench. If she didn't know and she wasn't here to kick him from the order, that meant she had something else she wanted him to do...or she really was just as aggravatingly sadistic as her former student and she was messing with his head, but he figured the former was the more likely scenario. The "what" was still a question however.
 
Rasu could tell that this was not the source of his troubles, but decided not to dwell upon it. Whatever was troubling would eventually subside, as time always did. She pushed the thought to the side so to answer his question, realising she had been more concerned with his private life than the reason for her summoning.

"Well Moroi, I feel like you are progressing quite well as a Padawan, so much so that I feel that Knight hood isn't to far round the corner for you. So I think it would be wise if you started thinking about your future. In other words, what path you would like to follow as a Jedi Knight." she said, standing up from the bench and making her way to the center of the room, lightsabers in hand. Throwing her thick robe to the floor, she rolled her shoulders, stretching the muscles underneath in preparation for the spar. "So for me to grasp an understanding of your strengths and weaknesses, we're going to spar." she said with a grin. It had been a while since she had found the time to get some training in, so Rasu was glad to get some sparring in now.

"We'll begin..." she said, tensing her legs while at the same time igniting her twin sabers, yellow and green intermixing as they cast rays of light across the room. Leaping at Moroi, she swung her saber to connect with his shoulder, trying to catch him off guard by the sudden initiation into the spar.

[member="Moroi Wareyasui"]
 

Moroi Wareyasui

Cocky Little Poohead
Moroi's eyes tentatively flickered across her features as she spoke. His recent conduct on Makeb had been decidedly "un-knightish" even if he had stayed true to the tenants of the Jedi That was not to say that he had not accomplished much, he had, but even he could see the glaring holes in himself, the flaws, the weakness. Moroi certainly did not believe in his viability as a knight as much as Master Gan did, not right now. The boy's head drooped slightly, his eyes diverting to the floor as Master [member="Rasu Gan"] rose from her seat and made her way to the middle of the room. Moroi first noticed something was potentially amiss was when he saw the heavy, restricting, thick outer robe of the Jedi fall to the ground at her feet. Moroi's eyes slowly raised to her face as she explained her intentions and the purpose of his presence here, that she wanted to spar to grasp his strengths and weaknesses. It then did not dawn on Moroi what she actually said until he saw the muscles in her body tense, like a hunter preparing to pounce on its prey, that he fully realized the situation.

Acting more on instinct than cognitive thought, Moroi's knees bent ever so slightly before pushing off the ground and backward, his feet landing on the edge of the bench just as Master Gan finished closing the distance between them. Simultaneously, Moroi's hand stretched slightly from his body, palm wide open as he quickly used the force to conjure his lightsaber to his hand, needing the extra quickness to draw the weapon as the twin blades of Master Gan were coming quickly for him. As the weapon connected with Moroi's hand, the boy's small green shoto lit up brilliantly and intercepted the strike from the Shi'ido, his blade held in the reverse grip as their blades crackled at their union as Moroi's brain slowly started to catch up with his instincts. He noted what he could see, the color of her weapons, the fact that she too utilized a Jar'kai form, the strength and speed behind her blow, and then quickly analyzing what he was doing wrong. This was not how he was taught to fight. Ataru was momentum, was movement, was aggression, calculated aggression, but aggression. Letting her put him on the defensive was something he could not and if he could help, it, would not allow. He needed to take back the offensive. The doubt and self-deprecation that had littered his eyes not five seconds earlier was completely gone now, filled with a fiery determination that any who had fought the boy were very well familiar with.

Moroi twisted his blade slightly and quickly, hoping to gain the smallest bit of leverage before his free hand drew the green shoto's twin, the pair of small blades faintly humming and glowing through the room as Moroi's already bent knees pushed upward, rocketing the boy in to the air. Using their already locked blades, Moroi would try to use his upward momentum and any leverage gained to shove her weapon away, clearing a flight path as the boy rotated, flipping through the air as his second blade came down toward her head. He did not expect this attack to hit as he soared over Rasu Gan, but he hoped it would at least force her to use her other blade to defend instead of trying to use it to cut off Moroi's escape. Should all go according to plan, the boy's Force assisted leap would send him across the room, the heels of his feet landing and pressing against the wall, the flip facing him toward Master Gan as his form landed in a sprinter's resting position. With another bend of his knees, Moroi would use the force to push off the wall, hard, once again rocketing across the room and staying low to the ground, the saber in his right hand would lash out toward her ankles, his left ready to respond to whatever retaliation she had planned.
 

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