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Adrien-Baptiste Chandonee
Hooked on a feelin'...
Fri Apr 21, 2006 11:04 (XFF:

Adrien wondered as he wandered aimlessly through the White Tower, just how it was that anything ever got accomplished in the ceaseless warren the Aes Sedai and their ilk called home. He decided he much preferred the Black Tower for about the thirtieth time as he turned another corner to find himself once more in the self same courtyard that he had left a half bells hence. He was never going to find the blasted training hall he was looking for at this rate.

Feeling the frustration boiling in his blood, Adrien stopped cold in the center of the courtyard and drew a deep shuddering breath, tossing his fingers through the curls on his head as he did so. As much as he despised the dispassionate separate of one from themselves the technique known as Ko’di provided, there were times when it proved a useful tool, such as focusing ones mind. However, the young Private known as Chandonne did things a bit differently, he drew all his energy, frustration, passion, ambition, all of it, together into one tight not and envisioned it growing tighter and tighter, continually building the pressure until at last it gave way and erupted into a flash of fire and then nothingness. Adrien counted his breathes, waiting for his heart rate to slow. Since his gift with the Voice had been made manifest, he had become more… aware of the world around him, and he slowly expanded that sense until he covered the whole courtyard with it. With a warm body entered, walking at a pace that indicated haste, Adrien stretched out a hand and grasped their arm.

“Excuse me,” he offered a bow, opening his shockingly green eyes as he returned to uprightness. Seeing a liveried serving maid clutching a stack of towels the trainee released his grip on her arm. “and pardons madam, but I require your assistance.” The woman ran a frosty gaze over him, taking in his uniform with extra relish.

“What are you looking for?” She asked quietly in an oddly slurring tone that seemed to slither into and out of his ears so fast he almost failed to catch what she had said, even though her speech was oddly paced to his ears. Raising an eyebrow appraisingly, the andorran searched for some physical sign of this woman’s nationality, but he saw non he recognized.

“The training hall the unarmed combat lesson is being held in.” He said after a moment of silent internal struggle. The maid sniffed.

“You are in the wrong wing for that youngling.” She said as she turned and started off across the courtyard, in a direction apparently counter to her previous intents. “But I imagine you’ll not find it by yourself so follow me and step quickly or I’ll leave you gawking, no matter how smart you may look in that uniform.” Snapping the jaw he hadn’t realized was open closed, Adrien double timed it across the courtyard to chase the maids retreating skirts down a hallway he thought he had already been down a half dozen times. It scarcely took five minutes to get from where they had been to where he had needed to be, but the maid had been right. Adrien knew he never would have found it unaided. Indicating the appropriate door with a nod of her head, the woman continued on unabated, around another corner and out of sight. Adrien wondered how anyone lived at that pace, but he knew at least one Aethen’tar who did. Karajan, Valla Karajan. She had exhausted him standing still. And yet, she was another woman whose company he realized he would not disdain should the opportunity present itself. Drawing another breathe, Adrien opened the door to the hall and entered quietly unsure whether he was late.

The floor of the hall, he noticed immediately was covered with some sort of matting which padded the stone. In the center of that padding was a circle of cushions on which rested his fellow students, all glancing at one another nervously, all accept one, who instead sat quietly, attention turned inward. Adrien selected a relatively isolated cushion, meaning he had no immediate neighbors and sat quietly, draping his ankles over his knees as he often sat beneath the Traitors Tree. One of his fellow Soldiers, from whom Adrien had begged axe tutoring, had said that strong legs, a solid base was integral, so Adrien had been working on that muscle group exhaustively.

“Welcome,” a voice said, shocking Adrien and several of his classmates, “to the hand to hand combat lesson.” Casting about for the source of the voice, Adrien was surprised to realize it came from the woman who had been focused on her own thoughts. He had mistaken her for a student. Now that that misconception was cleared up, he focused his attention on her. “I do not want your names just yet,” she continued without opening her eyes, “but instead I want you to make yourself comfortable on your cushion, there are enough for everyone.” That statement, the young Chandonne found somewhat rhetorical seeing as everyone was already seated, but he listened as the instructor continued “Meditation is a vital part to hand to hand combat in order to properly relax your mind and body to be at your best…” The class sat, rapt with attention as the instructor continued to explain what she wanted, and Adrien found himself following along before the woman had finished speaking. He prepared to do most of his Singing this same way…

“Your final muscle will be your mind,” the instruction continued even though a full half of Adrien’s body was already relaxed and his arms were beginning to feel pleasantly tingly “and when you make it weightless you will feel a swarming feeling that is oddly calming. When you achieve this, take twenty more breaths and open your eyes.” It took only another moment or two to get his mind to that place, so the Private began to count his breaths once more. When he counted the last, he slid his eyes opened and sought once more for the instructor, and met her gaze with his, waiting patiently for the continuation which was inevitable.

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    • Hooked on a feelin'... — Adrien-Baptiste Chandonee, Fri Apr 21 11:04
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