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Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

Matthew Webber

January 1st, 2020

Matt bounced around a little in his new, waterproof shoes. They fit well enough, were comfortable enough, and most importantly, they wouldn't get destroyed if he put them through a little motion in water. Now, to find some jerk trying to take something that isn't his... or hers, either way. He began to look about, walking through the city and looking for more dangerous areas. Unfortunately for him, crime's never been on a precise schedule that the common citizen would be privy to. Having taken about an hour just trying to find some crime (and frankly, not being too experienced doing so), his extended energy began to dwindle. Maybe his best bet would just be going back to the river to try out how he felt underwater and learning to control it.

With a cannonball back into the river, Matt's energy seemed to spike again. With a little bit of swimming, and a whole lot of energy, he found himself somewhat close to the nearby police station. A smirk betrayed his realization before he jumped out of the water, now dripping wet. "At least I sort of expect to end up standing out a little if this works out anyway." Despite some weird looks, he made his way over to the police station just in time to see a duo rush into a car, heading towards some unknown crime.

By following the sounds of the siren from a slight distance, Matt found himself approaching what appeared to be a domestic dispute. He sighed quietly to himself, sure the police could handle it until a gunshot rang out, one of the officers dropping to the ground and the other rushing to pull him to safety. Shit, was that a gun? Can I handle something like that? What if I'm shot- They won't expect me, the police are clearly having trouble, I have to help. He took a couple deep breaths, taking off at a sprint faster than he thought he could go. He heard the officer calling for help from behind their car, scrambling to retrieve his gun. The woman inside who had fired the revolver turned it on the other woman in the house. Time seemed to slow down and speed up at once, feeling slow and meticulous while seeming to have passed all too quickly to comprehend. A single bullet hit the asphalt past Matt as the shooter rushed to shoot at him. With a loud swish, Matt threw a trash can into the air at the shooter, obscuring her vision and causing a minor panic. With the newfound advantage, he sped into the shooter, tackling her and restraining the hand with the gun.

With all the adrenaline and the situation, Matt didn't think about anyone else that might be in the house. As he took a brief moment to just hold the shooter down and collect himself, he realized someone was hitting him in the back with something, but it didn't hurt. He raised an eyebrow as he looked over his shoulder, seeing a man attempting to beat him with... a bowl? The bowl crashed into the side of his face, breaking, and probably should have hurt more than just a little like it did, but hey, he was ocean man or something now. He wrenched the gun from the girl's hand, letting the man continue trying to hit him while he found how to release the cylinder.

The sounds of bullets hitting the floor or some of the trash still strewn about, some rolling out onto the stairs and causing a little more noise, Matt stood up, glaring at the guy who'd been hitting him repeatedly. "You see the news today? Craziest thing, a bank robbery got stopped by one of those metas. Flew in and bent gun barrels. Real cool. Shame you get to meet a copycat." As the man took a fighting stance, he said "You're gonna pay for hurting my sister. Don't care if you're a freak or-" with a loud crack, he fell onto his back, Matt having just given him a firm headbutt. He looked to the girl that was about to be shot, "You'll be okay now, just don't give those two any trouble." He grabbed the unconscious man, tossing him over his shoulder, then grabbed the shooter girl's wrist, taking them over to the incredulous cops. After helping the uninjured officer get the two attackers into cuffs, he nodded to the officers, "When your boss asks, call me something cool relating to water... tide? Nah, that's a detergent. Wave? Let's go with Torrent." With that, Matt took off at a sprint, hoping the police officer would count his lucky stars and not try to have him detained to explain anything. Fortunately for him, the officers were too in shock and worried about the bullet wound of one of them to worry about a random passerby who saved the day.

Star Wars(AU) - After Knightfall

Ila'Ira Orina

Ila gave a brief sigh, crouching down a little to the side of the entrance to the temple, where Airus had promised to meet her. Master Airus has been a little while now. I hope everything's alright. Considering the man was a historian and a teacher, she was certain he hadn't forgotten her. Considering he was a trained jedi, she was also certain that he could handle himself, so for now she chose to make the most of her time. When waiting to go on a trip as a jedi, and with so many different ways to quietly and silently practice the force, she couldn't think of any better way to pass the time than to interfere with random passersby and have random conversations. After all, she wasn't going to have much interaction with others except Master Airus during their trip, and she had no idea how long that would be.

Ila stopped anyone that didn't appear to be in a rush, beginning small talk about any little thing from the weather, to the food, to the colors of the rooms in the temple. She actually tended to stop people even if she was mid conversation to get their input, almost forcing a small group of people to gather for conversation. It was only ever up to about four people, including her, at a time, as some got annoyed with her constant attempts to keep the conversation going amongst them all, or others had to get back to business or never had time to begin with, but eventually, the topic of why she was standing out there with some things starting random conversation came up. "- so he should be here any minute. Oh! Maybe you can come to Dathomir with us! I'm sure Master Airus wouldn't mind, and I focus better with others anyway!" The responses, considering the dangers of Dathomir and unknown time there, were pretty clear. "That's fine, I can tell you all about it when I get back if you want though. We're bound to find something interesting!"

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

Matthew Webber

December 31st, 2019

"Aaaaand... action!"
Matthew was surrounded by three thugs, moving the second they heard those words. He felt the wind rush past his face as the first hit forced him to adjust his footing, his head turning with the punch. The man that had sent the first punch stepped back to give the other room for a donkey kick, first mistake. Matt twisted just a little, bending over just enough to let the kick go by. He grabbed the leg, tossing the man backwards, into the next one that had been getting ready to take a shot at him. A straight punch out of nowhere caused him to drop to his hands and knees.

A weight pushed harshly onto Matt's back, almost making him have to lie down, but he was stronger than that. Everything he represented was stronger than that. The foot on his back lifted for another drop, but this time, Matt rolled to his side, grabbing the leg and twisting it with him. "FUCK!"

"Cut! Cut!"

Matthew let go, immediately sitting up and looking to the man he had just twisted the leg of "Yo man, you alright? Sometimes I don't know-"
"Yeah... Yeah, I'll be fine, just do it lighter this next time. You owe me a drink for that one, man."
Matthew stood up, reaching down a hand to help the man up, "I'll buy you ten if you're coming to the bar with us." A quick nod of agreement, a smile between work friends, and an accepted gesture, and everyone was back up in the room. A mess of activity filled the apartment, cleaning up of the scene for the next take. "Hey!" Matt raised his hand at someone by the door, "Can you toss me a water bottle?"

---

"Cut! That's that for today. See you all next year!"

Matthew gulped down the last of his water bottle. "You that thirsty Matt? Or are you trying to drink yourself into the bathroom all night to avoid those drinks you owe me?" Shaking his head, he glanced towards the one he owed a ten drink debt, "Alcohol's gonna dehydrate us, better store some extra water first. I'm thinking wings when we get there too, think they'll have them?"

---

"This isn't everyone... where's Jamie? Ben? Uhh... there's probably someone I'm forgetting."
"They bailed. I heard Jamie say something about those metahumans or something."
"What!? Someone call them, there's no chance we'll see any at some little bar by the river. Come ooooooon."

---

"Uggghhhh... how much did I have to drink last night...?"

January 1st, 2020

Matthew rolled over, reaching for his blanket that he must have kicked off during the night. As his hand touched the ground, his eyes shot open, and he gasped. There was no bed, no blanket, and no room. As he realized where he was, he began to hold his breath, looking around at the fish swimming casually nearby. With all the strength he could muster, he pushed off the riverbed, there was no way he had much time left before he passed back out from lack of oxygen.
Wasn't the river supposed to be deeper than that? Was there supposed to be that much of a splash as he surfaced? Was the riverbank always that visible- and with a second splash, he fell back into the river.

Matthew swam himself back to the top, spitting out the water that seemed to fill his entire lungs before taking a deep breath of fresh air. "How did I end up on the bottom of the river?" He looked around the river, searching for any signs of people, his friends, anything. We went out for drinks... I bought Liam a couple rounds... It was already dark out... so why's the sun up? His attempt to make sense of what a mess the night before had been came to an abrupt stop as he realized it wasn't night time, he wasn't still drunk, he hadn't had to cough up any water, and that the river was definitely as deep as he thought it was.

He swam to the edge of the river, a little faster than he thought he was trying to go, but that wasn't the important thing to focus on. What happened last night? He grabbed for his phone, hoping that it both hadn't been destroyed and hadn't been swept away while he... slept. Fortunately, although a little dirty, it was still there, he knew better than to try to start the thing after however long right under water, so instead, he'd get answers face to face. Ben should be living out this way, he'd probably be willing to call someone to ask how the night went.

---

Rap tap tap
"Yo Ben, it's me, Matt, open up."
"Gimme a sec!"
The door opened, a very confused man standing there.
"It's not raining out, what happened?"
"I fell in the river, also can't remember much of last night, can you call someone who went with me?"

---

"Yeah, Matt's right here... Looks like he tried to offer some fish a drink, but he seems alright... Really? You guys got that wasted with the whole metahuman thing happening? ... Yes, I know it's New Years- just, whatever, I can't stop you from doing crazy stuff... Alright, see ya." Ben dropped the phone onto the counter, looking to Matt, "You guys got drunk off your asses, went to go home, and then you fell in the lake. You're lucky to be alive, man. Plus you caught me before I left. You need a ride to your place?"

"If it's alright, yeah. Thanks Ben, you're a lifesaver."

---

With a wave, Ben's car pulled out, and Matthew went back up to his apartment, looking forward to a shower and some clean clothes.

"-the day. Some are calling her a superhero, some an alien-" The TV clicked off as Matt shook his head, "No news except for that bank thing. Whatever." Despite his previous desire to have the news on in the background during his shower, apparently all he'd be hearing was the same story on repeat, so might as well just listen to some music.

---

With a plop, Matt landed on his couch with a glass of water, and a bag of rice with a side of phone. Hopefully the rice'll get all the water out of his phone, but at least that was the only real worry he had. He set down the bag, letting the rice work its magic as he looked at the water. "Alright... time to either find out I'm a 'superhero' or cough like a madman who just tried to breathe in water... He exhaled about halfway, and then shoved the cup to his face, trying to breathe in the water slowly. The stupidity of his actions almost made him stop, but he had to be sure since weirder things were happening lately.

After holding the breath of water for a moment, Matthew exhaled the water back into the cup. "I... guess I can breathe water then. Huh. Jumping off the bottom of that river was faster than I usually swim too. Wonder if I'm bulletproof... Like hell I'd try that." He smirked, lying down on the couch. "I wonder what I can do. Fly? Shoot lasers? Move things with my- I can test that one."

---

"Okay... flight, lasers, telekinesis, telepathy, and invisibility seem to be ruled out... Unless I can still see myself when invisible, but probably better safe than sorry. Am I just a glorified submarine man? I gotta be stronger than normal, right? Only reason I could jump out of the water like that... Even if all I can do is breathe water and jump really high, I gotta use this stuff right, right?" Maybe it was just the intense feeling of energy he'd had ever since waking up underwater, but he figured what better time than now?

With a stretch, he stood up, "Alright water boy, let's see what I can do." He grabbed his now dried but pretty beat up shoes, "Just... after I grab a new pair of shoes, that is." The now ragged shoes slipped on with a little resistance. He reached for his phone, but stopped himself as he saw the bag and rice. "I'll leave that until tomorrow" He grabbed his wallet, hoping more than anything, that nothing was damaged, but too scared to look for now. A new pair of shoes, maybe a little testing of how strong he actually was, and then he'd be off to stop some purse snatcher or something.

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

Torrent

Matthew Webber/Torrent

| {Full Name} |

Matthew Jeremy Webber (When his ancestors immigrated to the US, they stated the profession "Vever" or weaver in Norse, rather than a last name. It was written down as Webber)

| {Age} |

24

| {Species} |

Half-Atlantean

| {Gender} |

Male

---

| {Appearance} |

Brown hair with bits of blonde, blue eyes, and tanned skin. Stands about 5'10" tall, and has an athletic build. His hair and beard are somewhat long as shown, but change depending on the current role

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

An extremely waterproof phone (not immediately, but pretty soon after start) and a fairly high-end laptop

| {Physical Abilities} |

"Pretend" fighting (ie the fighting that you see in movies), physical training, a little real martial arts but nothing fancy

| {Superpowers} |

Superhuman Strength
Superhuman Durability
Regenerative Healing Factor
Superhuman Speed and Reflexes
Enhanced Senses
Amphibious Adapatation (Breathes air or water)
Extreme Environmental Resistance (Not gonna swim through lava right now, but survives a wide range of temperatures and environments)
Water Propulsion (Swims more like he's a torpedo than he's swimming when he wants to go full speed)

| {Limitations} |

Quick Dehydration (Needs water more often than regular people, might die via a lack of water for just a full twenty four hours)
Only reaches full power submerged in water (though he might reach kryptonian capability while underwater, out of it, he's not gonna match up unless he literally just jumped out of water)
Doesn't know his abilities or their extents at all
Starting ability can reach super soldier levels while submerged in water

---

| {Personality} |

Extrovert that needs a break from people every now and then. Intelligent but somewhat carefree (might plan ahead in a battle, but show little regard for repercussions of the the battle such as damaged environment until the battle's over). Not particularly materialistic (particularly notable by his only two real possessions beyond clothing being a phone and laptop). Altruistic, though a little picky about it; though he'll work to better the lives of every creature, those weird creatures from really deep in the ocean can wait their turn (last). Inferiority complex. A little cold towards people who intentionally hurt others (might outright kill people who've tortured or killed others, but only if he feels it's necessary, as obviously no one actually wants or likes to kill).

| {Place of Origin} |

Born in Hawaii to a human and an Atlantean. The Atlantean father never really explained his background, he just disappeared one day. After this, his mother had to raise him with help from her own family.

| {Background} |

With his upbringing being so communal from his family, he saw all those around him as potential family. With this, and a fair interest in physical fitness, he worked alongside friends to get and keep physical fitness up in his friend group. Upon reaching adulthood, he moved to California to attempt acting, but found himself failing to make ends meet. So instead of acting, he started to take up personal training as well as stuntman work. Though he doesn't have a lot of money to his name, he's getting by, and using his excess to help out where he can. He's now been in one major movie as a stuntman, and helped just a couple actors stay, or get, in shape for their roles. His current stuntman role has him living and working in Central City, where he's been for a little over half a year now. At this point, he's pretty sure they're not filming a single movie, but a collection or a television show, but whatever it is, they haven't let him in on the details beyond his parts yet. He hangs out with friends at a random bar about once a week. Ever since the particle accelerator explosion, he's felt more thirsty than before, as well as felt like his workout routine has been getting easier much faster than it should, but he figures the feeling will pass soon and everything will go back to normal.

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

Sorry if it's a bit short. I can try to flesh it out a bit more if you guys would like, but as you GMs are well aware, I'm much better at writing how the character is than describing how they will be. (Also feel free to ask about any clarifications, you know I'm down to talk it out as needed)

Torrent

Matthew Webber/Torrent

| {Full Name} |

Matthew Jeremy Webber (When his ancestors immigrated to the US, they stated the profession "Vever" or weaver in Norse, rather than a last name. It was written down as Webber)

| {Age} |

24

| {Species} |

Half-Atlantean

| {Gender} |

Male

---

| {Appearance} |

Brown hair with bits of blonde, blue eyes, and tanned skin. Stands about 5'10" tall, and has an athletic build. His hair and beard are somewhat long as shown, but change depending on the current role

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

An extremely waterproof phone (not immediately, but pretty soon after start) and a fairly high-end laptop

| {Physical Abilities} |

"Pretend" fighting (ie the fighting that you see in movies), physical training, a little real martial arts but nothing fancy

| {Superpowers} |

Superhuman Strength
Superhuman Durability
Regenerative Healing Factor
Superhuman Speed and Reflexes
Enhanced Senses
Amphibious Adapatation (Breathes air or water)
Extreme Environmental Resistance (Not gonna swim through lava right now, but survives a wide range of temperatures and environments)
Water Propulsion (Swims more like he's a torpedo than he's swimming when he wants to go full speed)

| {Limitations} |

Quick Dehydration (Needs water more often than regular people, might die via a lack of water for just a full twenty four hours)
Only reaches full power submerged in water (though he might reach kryptonian capability while underwater, out of it, he's not gonna match up unless he literally just jumped out of water)
Doesn't know his abilities or their extents at all
Starting ability can reach super soldier levels while submerged in water

---

| {Personality} |

Extrovert that needs a break from people every now and then. Intelligent but somewhat carefree (might plan ahead in a battle, but show little regard for repercussions of the the battle such as damaged environment until the battle's over). Not particularly materialistic (particularly notable by his only two real possessions beyond clothing being a phone and laptop). Altruistic, though a little picky about it; though he'll work to better the lives of every creature, those weird creatures from really deep in the ocean can wait their turn (last). Inferiority complex. A little cold towards people who intentionally hurt others (might outright kill people who've tortured or killed others, but only if he feels it's necessary, as obviously no one actually wants or likes to kill).

| {Place of Origin} |

Born in Hawaii to a human and an Atlantean. The Atlantean father never really explained his background, he just disappeared one day. After this, his mother had to raise him with help from her own family.

| {Background} |

With his upbringing being so communal from his family, he saw all those around him as potential family. With this, and a fair interest in physical fitness, he worked alongside friends to get and keep physical fitness up in his friend group. Upon reaching adulthood, he moved to California to attempt acting, but found himself failing to make ends meet. So instead of acting, he started to take up personal training as well as stuntman work. Though he doesn't have a lot of money to his name, he's getting by, and using his excess to help out where he can. He's now been in one major movie as a stuntman, and helped just a couple actors stay, or get, in shape for their roles. His current stuntman role has him living and working in Central City, where he's been for a little over half a year now. At this point, he's pretty sure they're not filming a single movie, but a collection or a television show, but whatever it is, they haven't let him in on the details beyond his parts yet. He hangs out with friends at a random bar about once a week. Ever since the particle accelerator explosion, he's felt more thirsty than before, as well as felt like his workout routine has been getting easier much faster than it should, but he figures the feeling will pass soon and everything will go back to normal.

Star Wars(AU) - After Knightfall

Ila'Ira Orina

Involving: Airus @Apollosarcher

Ila was kind of glad that this whole thing seemed to be wrapping up, no more worrying over whether or not she'd have to try to fight or escape, or even if she could for that matter. She started to fully calm herself, letting the knights in the room's judgement be her guidance. Maybe I could get away with some meditation in the meantime? It'd be a really different experience having a sith ghost around while I do... She started to think over the possibility as things began to wind down even more than she had expected. Wait, is this meeting already over? No pleasantries or casual conversation, just in, sith ghost, out? Huh.

Ila perked up a little as she was suddenly addressed. After almost feeling like a splinter in an otherwise important situation, being directly spoken to was a surprise. Airus was offering some field training, and a trip. This'll certainly be more fun than meditating in a back room or something. Oh, maybe I'll get to practice some interesting force techniques or something! She smiled at Airus's offer, giving a respectful bow. Since the tension of the room was no longer crushing her, she didn't feel the immediate need to speak up, giving a quiet, respectful bow to the other two in the room before heading out to gather what she might bring.

Moments later, after having woven her way through the temple's halls, and while in the process of gathering her stuff, Ila took a moment to think. "Wait... did Master Airus say how long we'd be there? Wait, is it right to-" she stopped talking to herself, realizing she should keep this in her head. Is it right to keep everything that happened there from the council? I mean, I was told to by Master Airus, but... isn't it up to the council to know these sorts of things? With a small sigh and a resolution to talk about it on the way, she finished packing for a several day trip, since she didn't know exactly how long he had intended them to be out in the field.

Ila hoisted the bag of daily necessities onto her back, took a slow breath in and began walking to the entrance. Is this my first official jedi business? I mean, I'm going to be someone's padawan soon, sure, but helping out an official jedi with official business... and how I'm also part of the order; it's definitely official jedi business, and it's my first. It'll probably be a bit boring sometimes, but I'll do my best. She couldn't help the smile that began to form, until her thoughts turned back to her requested silence, causing her growing smile to fade back into nothing. I'll... have to clear my mind with Master Airus. I'm sure he knows what he's doing, but it's still bothering me right now. He has a good reason to keep it hidden, I'm certain. Finally, she reached her destination, the entrance to the Jedi Temple, where she would head off world for official Jedi business... and to clear her head with the one who started the clouding in the first place.

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

You know I'm interested

Star Wars(AU) - After Knightfall

Ila'Ira Orina

Involving: Airus @Apollosarcher, Dra'kal @Lmpkio, Solace @Alfhedil

Ila looked to Airus as he had begun to suggest she help to take the holocron away. She started to wonder if the Sith spirit would try to stop them, whether it could, whether they'd be able to...
'I do not see enemies'
What? Her stance relaxed slightly, not out of reassurance, but out of confusion. This sith spirit, using the dark side with all of the gloomy reds, the stereotypical antithesis of the jedi... doesn't see enemies? This almost made Ila more worried, seeing as her first logical conclusion would be that it thought all of the jedi in the room beneath her. A thought like that didn't bode well, so Ila returned to her readiness to escape or fight.

Quietly, Ila listened to this... neutral sith spirit? It didn't take long for another surprising turn of events to come about. The sith spirit speaking of things it shouldn't have known lead directly into a lot of slamming, the world outside being entirely cut off save from significant effort from the strongest of creatures. She immediately felt claustrophobic, which was strange, since she normally didn't mind enclosed spaces. The whole situation was unnerving to say the least, and now the world outside was nothing but a faint dream. Seeing as her previous comment had been made out of nervous worry, and likely didn't help either, she maintained her silence. The spirit had said it didn't see enemies, so it probably wouldn't attack unprovoked, so she finally truly relaxed her stance. She did ensure to mentally prepare herself to start using battlemind if the need arose, but otherwise tried to simply sink into the background for now.

'Not a sith holocron...'
'No, I was always a sith...'

Ila started to give up understanding the full intricacies of the situation. This ghost was a sith that wasn't an enemy, but also not a sith, just from the empire... it felt like the two sides had an impasse about how they viewed sith, and that wasn't about to change in the next few minutes. Well, that was her thought process until the ethereal being outright said against having practiced the dark side. So... not a sith, just culturally a sith...? Her thoughts to herself abruptly ending with the shielding around the room being removed and her out of the norm claustrophobia faded. She tried to stifle her chuckling at the feeling of relief as everything seemed to calm down at once, but said chuckling was audible, to say the least. "Oh... sorry..." She composed herself quickly before moving over to Airus and whispering "This isn't the kind of sparring I had in mind."

Star Wars(AU) - After Knightfall

Ila'Iri Orina

As Airus claimed to have a meeting, Ila started to nod in acceptance that he was busy, only for him to offer for her to come along. She paused her nod for a moment before then continuing it, "I'd be honored, Master Airus." As she followed behind him, she quietly thought to herself I meant to leave Master Solace to the business she had, but unless there's another diplomat hanging around the temple that I didn't know about, it looks like I accidentally got myself involved. Must not be too big of a deal if Master Airus is allowing me to attend, though. Despite being invited to see said holocron, she felt slightly nervous, like anything Solace was doing was likely too important for the young togruta to be involved in.

Upon getting the directions to the correct room from the clerk, Ila gave a quick smile and wave on the way by, hoping to make up for her nervousness with quiet friendliness. As she entered the room behind Airus, she gave a quick bow to the two already in the room. Not knowing whether she should introduce herself or not, she stayed silent. Official business is a little worrying... I hope I don't get assigned to Master Solace, I couldn't handle figuring out what to do in situations like this. Before she got too far into wondering about whether the diplomat would even be getting a padawan, let alone the risks of it being her, she focused on the comments being made by the three in the room.

Ila quietly craned her neck just a little, hoping to get a good look at the holocron without getting in the way or distracting any of them. Right, sith... the ancient evil that wielded the force like we jedi do. She suddenly straightened her posture as she heard something about a Sith Spirit. Wait, this was actually super important, and Master Airus just walked me in here without a care. I guess I'm getting assigned soon, so I can handle myself well enough... I guess I should get used to stuff like this from whoever my master is. As her thoughts wrapped up her near conversation to herself, she started to relax slightly, assuming she was at least okay to be there since she hadn't been asked to leave.

Ila almost got into a fighting stance when Solace recoiled from the holocron. She watched as the device begin to react, and started to get ready to pull her lightsaber for, if nothing else, defense. The lights flashing, the surprise from the others in the room, and then the red light. It all felt dark, wrong, overall unmistakably not good. It could have been Ila's expectations of the thing tainting the experience, but it didn't matter what it actually was, she didn't exactly like it. As the thing rung out something about releasing to Verra Alleron, Ila spread her stance slightly to defend or take off if needed. She quietly spoke out, a nervous smile across her face, "Does.. this mean we're learning more about the Sith?" Maybe not the best time for her to speak up.

Star Wars(AU) - After Knightfall

Ila'Iri Orina

In the Jedi Temple of Mandalore

Ila inhaled slowly. She focused on the world around her, not immediate surroundings, but the universe at large: nature, life, sentience, the Force making it all possible. She focused on the Force, moving everything into place as it needed to be for life and the universe to be as it was, how it would continuously flow through everything, including herself. Finally, she focused on herself, her connection to the force, its control of her, and her requests of it, she focused on... the loneliness of meditating completely on her own.

Ila drooped, letting out her breath all at once. She'd been meditating on her own here for way too long, locked away in a back meditation room with not even a fly nearby. I don't think anyone would mind if I meditated in a more public area as long as I was out of the way. If I say it's to practice keeping out distractions, maybe they'll respect it even more and not bother asking me to move again. She flopped onto her back, staring at the ceiling, Or maybe I could convince someone else to meditate with me... or spar?

Suddenly, the door to the meditation room opened, causing Ila to put up a hand, "Sorry, you can use this meditation room. I'm having trouble in here anyway." As the other person, some Miraluka girl she'd never heard of or met, began to thank her, she rolled back up into a sitting position and stood up. "Don't worry about it. Unless you want to try group meditation, it's all yours." She gave a quick smile and wave, walking past the Miraluka. With the door shutting and cutting her off from the most interaction she'd had all day, she inhaled again, feeling a little better to even have had that brief interaction. Alright Ila, let's go find at least one person to practice something with. Maybe one of the knights or sages? I'm pretty sure they'd be eager to test a potential padawan of theirs.

Wandering out into the main halls of the temple, Ila saw a parasol, red dress, and (albeit a second individual) a stranger with a white mask. The stranger, the fancy clothing, and who they were talking with made them clearly on official business of some sort, and definitely not free for any training. Unfortunate, but if the girl in the red dress was who Ila expected, probably no different than the norm anyway. That woman seemed busy beyond belief. But seeing her made her think of another option, one a little more potentially free.

Ila took her time heading towards the library, enjoying the feeling that came with knowing there were a number of people in the area, rather than just walls. Finally finding herself in the library, she linked her hands behind her back taking in the library's resources for a moment, and preparing to act somewhat official while speaking with the one she came to ask for some sparring. After a short search and a quick breath, she found Airus near the Holocron vaults. "Master Airus. Could you spar with me if you're free? I don't have very much to do while I wait for assignment." She gave a quick bow as she asked her request.