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Post by Zion Morviael [RETIRED] on Jul 19, 2014 16:18:50 GMT -8
A great round room that was annexed to the main Temple. Although it was a new addition to the temple, great care had been taken to ensure it's construction fit in with the rest of the Honoghr Temple. There was several alcoves around the Temple that held the statues of the Ancient Order of the Whills, whilst a round hole in the roof allowed natural light to filter into the great hall. It was open to everyone most of the time, with a shield system able to activate over the opening when it was raining, so as to avoid the hall flooding. However it was closed on rare occasions for meetings or ceremonies
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2014 19:08:11 GMT -8
Sarissa lead the way into the Hall of Remembrance, which was complete, bar the statues which had just arrived. She stopped in the middle of the room, where a map was situated, noting where each of the statues was to be placed. Most of them would be in their own alcoves, whilst a couple of them were to be placed in pairs, whilst three of them were to be set up at the far end of the room, in the biggest alcove of them all
Here we are...
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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on Jul 20, 2014 19:19:19 GMT -8
Dazbog raised an eyebrow at the earlier wink that the Jedi had given him. He also shuddered a bit, but that was more in his head than with his body. He turned off the dolly, and the mechanical carrying device fell to the ground with a solid thunk.
"Nice place. Who do you want where? And how big do you want them? I can tweak the size at Whill"
Dazbog laughed heartily at his own pun, and lifted a hand. The crates lifted as if they weighed nothing, and Dazbog the delivery man did not seem to be exerting himself at all.
"Let's start with the statue of the Hat of Kulu NGile. Where and how big? I'm also imagining a force field, as even a stone representation of his Hat is said to have incredible powers."
Dazbog winked at the joke.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2014 0:22:33 GMT -8
Sarissa giggled at the delivery man's pun, wondering if the laws of DTF applied here, since they had both winked at each other. That aside, she stepped aside from the map, so that the Delivery Man could get a view of where each statue wentJust where they are marked on the map, they should all be large enough to fit into the alcoves. And naturally there is of course sheilding to contain the power of the statues...
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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on Jul 21, 2014 7:14:16 GMT -8
Dazbog walked forward and stared at the map. With a wave of his hand all the statues went to their respective positions. The small wooden crates burst open, the panels flying back to dolly and stacking themselves neatly in a pile. With a clap of his hands the dolly disappeared, wood and all.
Dazbog gasped at the statues, this being his first time seeing them. He crossed his arms in a huff. They were all wrong. Xixo was a man with a bird on his shoulder, Chill was cloaked in robes with a pipe, and Erevis had angel wings. Not to mention Nyx was a man with a beard. The greatest atrocity was the statue of himself, the Whill of Coffee. He had no beard, and was holding a cane up towards the heavens. He was depicted as a grouchy, beardless, old man. Surprisingly the hot pants still looked fabulous on his statue. Another surprising note was that Odin and the hat of Kulu were the only two that had been spot on.
"So who....exactly....thought this was how they looked? I mean you got the Hat and Odin right....But...Nyx is a woman...And Chill is...an antarctic animal."
Dazbog massaged his brow with his fingers in slight frustration.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2014 19:34:59 GMT -8
Sarissa stood back and watched as the crates flew into place, before the crates came apart and the statues grew to fill their places. She was too busy checking out each statue, to notice the disappearing dolly. She then turned towards the somewhat frustrated looking delivery man, who was pointing out several mistakes with the statues
Well, we placed an order with a craftsman on Tython. We assumed he knew what they looked like, apparently that was a mistake...
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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on Jul 23, 2014 9:19:47 GMT -8
Dazbog laughed when Sarissa explained their choice in craftsman.
"There are no experienced sculptors on Tython, believe me. I can't even find anyone who can sculpt a bust of a cup of Coffee. Next time just give me a call."
Dazbog reached into the left pocket of his hot pants and pulled out a business card. It read, 'Dial D for Dažbog.' There was no number or comms channel, just those four words. Dazbog closed his eyes and raised his hands up towards the statues. He then began to hum a lovely tune that would probably sound better if it was performed by an actual band. Slowly the statues began to shift in form. Xixo and his bird fused, and the human became a bird-man. Chill's robes became tight, he grew flipper like wings, and his pipe formed into a beak. He ended up a somehow cheery looking penguin, which was odd because they did not have many facial expressions. Next the statue of Nyx instantly swapped genders, becoming a well shaped woman, although the beard remained. Dazbog put both pairs of his index and thumbs together to form a picture frame. He squinted one eye and held up his fingers to frame the statue of Nyx.
"I keep telling her she would look better with a beard. Oh well."
As Dazbog dropped the finger frame, the beard sucked itself into the statue's face. He changed statue after statue to the proper likeness of each Whill. Finally, only the one of himself remained. For reference he took out a mirror. Combing his beard with his fingers to straighten it up first, the statue then grew in height. The statue of the hump-backed old man straightened, and a long beard grew from his face, and long hair as well. The only thing the statue wore were baggy pants and armored arm guards, with a single shoulder pauldron that pointed up. There was also a layered crown. In one hand he held his sword, the Brewmaster, and in the other a pot of coffee.
Dazbog turned around, his hands on his hips, and a smile on his face.
"Much better."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2014 20:34:54 GMT -8
Sarissa smiled sweetly at the delivery man, or better yet, the man she could now call Dažbog. She pocketed his card, making sure to keep him in mind in case a situation like this arises in the future. She watched on with interest as he proceeded to fix the statues to better resemble the Whills they were meant to be. When he was finished, she nodded approvingly at his handy work, quite pleased that the Hall was now complete
Thank you soo much for all your hard work. I'm not sure what we would have done without you...
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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on Jul 23, 2014 21:00:27 GMT -8
Dazbog cracked his knuckles and then stretched his back, which popped as well. He then proceeded to do arm stretches.
"It sure took the wind out of me. I feel like I ran a marathon. I really should get back in shape. Never let anyone tell you that just because you're an immortal deity with mystical powers that you can never get worn out. I am pretty sure even when Zeus was throwing thunderbolts down upon the world below he would have to get an icy hot patch on his shoulder afterwards."
Completely overlooking the fact that Sarissa would have no idea who this 'Zeus' was, Dazog stopped his stretches and brushed his shoulders. As he did so, his outfit changed from his delivery man in tight pants to a baggy green robe with coffee stains and a sword at his side. He rolled his shoulders and adjusted himself in the quickly changed into outfit.
"Is there anything else you need? I have some spare time. It's not like I'm a Coffee God or anything."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2014 18:22:41 GMT -8
Sarissa giggled at Dazbog's joke, not that she particularly understood the part about Zeus and throwing thunderbolts, but she figured it was safe to assume he was one of Daz's friends. She nodded in approval as his clothes changed from a delivery man outfit to something more befitting the Whill of Coffee
I think we've got it covered from here. Since you're free, would you like to grab a drink?
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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on Jul 27, 2014 19:11:29 GMT -8
Dazbog tapped the pommel of the Brewmaster and with his other hand stroked his beard. In a completely random and crazy act he drew out the Brewmaster and began waving it around like a mad man. Lightning came out of nowhere and struck the tip of the horribly rusted bronze sword, and Dazbog held it up and the lightning shot back out, branching out and striking the statues.*
*Without skipping a beat Dazbog put his sword back into its scabbard and shrugged.
"A drink sounds nice. Do you Jedi have a Coffee Bar? If not I can summon one."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2014 20:54:07 GMT -8
Sarissa wasn't exactly sure what Dazbog had just done, or why he had done it, but since nothing seemed out of place for the time being, she assumed everything was fine. She then shook her head as Dazbog inquired about the Coffee Bar
I'm afraid we don't have one just yet, so perhaps best for you to summon one. No doubt your coffee bar would be anything we Jedi could manage anyway...
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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on Aug 2, 2014 21:18:55 GMT -8
Dazbog sighed disappointingly and looked around. The statues seemed to be more....lifelike.
"The Corellian Jedi have the same problem. No good coffee...I really must get around to making it a sin against the Tribunal. It's a downright shame."
The Whill began walking, but then turned around and made a circle right back where he had started.
"Which way to the mess hall? Can't have a coffee shop right in the middle of the Hall....Well...could. Itcould have little hats, and mugs, and penguin plushies..."
Dazbog put his hand flat against his cheek and smiled.
"I can always put one in my own statue. Bigger on the inside, to make it simple."
Dazbog shook his head and walked another circle, ending up in the exact same spot as the last time.
"I can do that later. Which way to the mess hall?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2014 17:11:45 GMT -8
She couldn't help but find herself quite amused by Dazbog's comments, as random and strange as they were to her. She then motioned towards the door for Dazbog to follow her
I am sure you will come up with something good, in the mean time, please follow me...
With that she lead the way out of the Hall and through the Honoghr Temple to the Canteen, or 'mess hall' as some would call it
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2014 13:24:15 GMT -8
Click . . . Click . . . Click The sound of a wooden cane as it struck a hardened, stone work surface softly echoes through a mostly empty, large chamber. Holding the cane in his right hand was a stout, dwarfish-looking figure, standing no more than four feet in height on a good day, clad in a tattered, patch work robe of mostly brown. A handful of white-gay gave a translucent hue over wrinkled, green skin. Three clawed fingers tightened their grip around a large blue-green gym that sat, pressed in the top of the cane, as the old Yoda-like creature moved the cane forward and he continue deeper into the large chamber.
Upon reaching the far wall, the figure leaned, gingerly against a wall, turning his head down toward the floor. His large, pointed ears rounded downwards, somberly and his eye lids shut, concealing large green orbs, as he let his mind drift deeply into a meditative state.
It had been months, if not years, since this Jedi Master had disappeared from this place, secluding himself in some kind of self-induced exile, an event he'd gone into, leaving behind everything but his robes that made him anything like anyone else, even his cloak and lightsaber. During this long period of time, Zayne had taken to thinking over his long past and where his future was head; at more than three quarters of a millennium in age at 752 standard years, his past encompassed a lot. Many mistakes had been made as had many great accomplishments. As to how much had changed in him was still yet to be seen, but for now he had returned.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2014 17:19:59 GMT -8
Knight Mentor Sarissa was quickly making something of a name for herself around the Honoghr Temple, having taken over many of the day-to-day activites of keeping the Temple going whilst Zion and much of the regular upper 'management' members of the staff were busy attending to other important tasks. On this particular day, she was taking her usual side visit to the Hall of Remembrance, when she noticed a new force signature was nearby, one she had not noticed in the temple before. Being the dutiful Knight Mentor that she was, Sarissa deviated from her usual path and made her way over to where the Yoda like creature was sitting alone, giving him a short bow
Greetings, can I perhaps help you with something?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2014 20:14:29 GMT -8
The Yoda-like creature's ear twitched in some kind of acknowledging response as the young Jedi spoke to him. His eyes remained closed for a brief minute longer, but opened afterward to reveal dark, green orbs that shown a glimmer in the waning natural light of the setting sun through the large opening in the center of the ceiling. With both hands gripping the fore of his cane, he pulled himself to his feet and up of the wall, still very much such dwarfed by the Jedi Mentor.
Gazing upward into her eyes and face, the Jedi Master spoke, his voice soft, yet carrying a rasp as though it were fading in his old age. "Help me? Knew not that carried the appearance of needing help, I did not." Master Tokare let out a comical laugh. Though his voice had been soft and somewhat fleeting, it carried a kind of playfulness about it. "In these very halls, months . . . " he paused, taking a moment to think about just how long he'd been gone, " . . . no years ago, I was. Brings back many memories, it does, to see the once more." His cane tapped on the floor and he moved toward her. He poked at her feet to take note of the swiftness or her reactions; he was awkward in these sort of ways. "Perhaps help each other, we can." The Jedi Master took a step back now and looked her head to toe, doing his own kind of evaluation of her in his mind before beginning to move once again, only this time not in her direction, but around the open chamber admiring the great works of art that covered the walls and ceilings. If she cared to listen, she would follow him was his thought as he continued without another word.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2015 0:46:02 GMT -8
Sarissa had been about to apologize to the Jedi Master, thinking that he had perhaps misunderstood her intent, until he let out a laugh at the joke he had just made, causing her to relax again, listening to his explanation that he had once served here, no doubt some time before the younglings from Yavin IV had arrived. She took a quick couple steps out of the way as he poked at her feet with his cane, thankfully something she achieved with quite ease due to being fairly light footed, despite her attire. With her curiosity piqued by the Jedi Masters final comment, she followed him as he made his way around the Hall, taking little notice of the artwork that she had seen half a hundred times since the structures completion
I dont mean to be too blunt, but could you perhaps explain what you mean by being able to help each other?
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