My life and freedom for the Temple.

*has clearly been off doing something devastatingly important off-planet* *had.. someone else taking care of his classes*

*returns the the Temple in the dead of night*

*is in the training salles in place of his substitute bright and early the next morning* *starts chastizing all the padawans who show up late until he realizes they are all late* *sentences them all to their age in laps on the roof* *gives the first few that whine extra laps, then escorts them all to the roof and watches them like a hawk*

*is heading towards the hangar in his customary "I'm gonna go kick ass" outfit, armed to the teeth and ready to start a fight*

*has probably managed to make the move to his new Master/Padawan quarters in one trip because he has nothing in his old hole-in-the-wall quarters* *keeps all his weapons in the armory, except a select few that he favors* *puts them on the wall of his new room*

( Comm to Scout )

*makes tea and flops on the couch to watch the holonet*

*is probably eating in the cafeteria and looking over some kind of martial art book*

*gets mobbed by a pack of Younglings who manage to catch him off guard and tackle him*

Younglings: *pin him down by sitting on him*

Precocious Youngling: *steals his hair tie and bolts*

Younglings: *wait for a while, then scatter to the winds, giggling madly*

*was probably laughing to hard to do anything about it anyway* *now has loose pretty hair for a while until he can get another hairtie* *sigh*

((OMG all my threads are sex. I can't tag at work. *whiiine!*))

*hunts down IC!Qui at some point*

*is teaching the very very young Younglings form I katas*

Righ' then, left foot for'ard. Yer other left, Liam. Step, step, thrust, step, backstep.. Elan, there's no skipping in this kata, cut it out. Turn, backstep, deflect, center, and sabers off. Liam, y'shoulda finished righ' foot for'ard. Again, everyone. Sabers on.

*repeats the process until the most of them get it right and they're whining about being tired* Right then, good job. Gowan down to th' cafeteria, they've got a treat waitin' for you.

Younglings: *O.O* *scamper to the cafeteria in a mad herd of trampling madness*

*follows at a more subdued pace, making sure they don't get into too much trouble*

*does several hours worth of velocities in a salle and then goes into one of the advanced training rooms to wear himself out*

*meditating in the gardens until the pack of younglings comes and the kids start braiding his hair* *fights them off and shakes the braids out* *totally misses one of the smaller braids*

Effin' kids.

*is now practicing katas in one of the training salles*

((/lame))

*is bored and wandering the streets of Coruscant, windowshopping in the high-class district just for the hell of it* *wanders into a bookstore and checks the martial art section to see if any new books have come out about newly-discovered styles on distant planets, then wanders into the magazine section to drool at the pictures in the cooking magazines*

*is dressed all Jedi-y, just for the fun of it, and actually looks fairly respectable*

*stalks the halls, in search of OOC!Anakin* *is concentrating on finding Anakin's presence in the vast span of the Temple*

*working on his new style in the training salles*
*flock of younglings is watching, giggling madly*

Vultures, alla'ya. *younglings giggle harder* You wanna play?

Younglings: *chorus* Yes, Master Drallig!

*sighs and shuts down his lightsaber, fastening it to his belt* Arright, ya hooligans. Come at me. *the swarm of younglings all charge together, attempting to steal the lightsaber from his belt as he jumps and dodges and tosses some of them onto training mats, only for them to leap back to their feet and dart back into the fray* *finally one little youngling manages to steal the lightsaber and squeals with glee*

Youngling: I got it, I got it! *dances* *Cin hoists the youngling up onto his shoulders*
Good job, kidling. Off ta Dex's we go. Th' rest of ya! Dismissed until tomorrow.

( Temple Wide Datapad Post )

*Senate and Temple-wide transmission*

The Festivus Pole is on display in m'quarters. People are invited ta th' Airin' of Grievances on Thursday evenin'. I'll be servin' dinner an' invitin' one o' ya ta attempt ta best me in th' Feats of Strength.


((For those of you who don't know what Festivus is, check this link. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Festivus ))

Some o' ya know I'm developin' a technique for th' quick disarmin' and incapacitatin' of yer enemies. I'm lookin' fer volunteers ta help me out wit' a demonstration for Master Yoda. Ye'd get a lot of special trainin' (I mean tha' in the literal sense of trainin', not sex. Ya pervs. Although it would depend on th' volunteers....) an' I might feed ya somethin' besides Temple food.

Comm me if yer interested.

*Is in the training salles, working on his own style* *is doing his katas topless and has worked up quite a sweat* *pauses briefly to take a drink of water and do some stretches* *continues with his style, turning on the musicy device to the Christmas music*

*mutter* I need someone ta practice with. *grin* Or sex me up. *shrugs and continues his training*

Qui-Gon, Maul, tha' means you. *grin*

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I dunno wha' an 'Innmouther' is, but take away one o' the 'n's 'an add a couple words, an' I'm juuuust fine with it. *leer*

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*goes to Mace's quarters and chimes the door*
*waits patiently*

*paces his quarters, in a dilemma*

*makes his decision and changes into street clothes quickly*

*comms Serra*

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Feck. *gets swarmed by younglings in the gardens* I ain't yer playground equipment. Stop it. I'm tryin' ta meditate, here! Hey! Don't pull on that!! MY CLOAK IS NOT A TENT!! *roars at them* GO AWAY! *Younglings scatter, giggling*

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