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nightlogs2023-12-10 11:38 am
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Wherein Rex Needs a Hobby
Who: Rex and open
What: Rex taking a fall during training and Rex failing to meditation
Where: Training room and communal relaxation area
When: Whenever you want in November or December. The man sticks to his routines
Warnings/Notes: None as of yet.
You're going to have to toss me!
Rex spent most of his time getting used to his new abilities and then learning how to wield them. It was only natural for a clone trooper to spend his time in the training room. It wasn't what he was used to, back on Kamino, but he still felt more at home here than anywhere else.
His general and commander might bedead or in hiding gone, but they still managed to teach him. He mimicked their moves, hurling automatons back, smashing them together, and having more fun with it than he expected. What wiped the smile from his lips was when he tried to jump and used his telekinesis for an extra boost.
He went up into the air far higher than he expected.
"Whoa!" he cried out and countless memories flashed through his mind as the ground rose to meet him.
He managed to his the ground in a roll instead of flat on his hands and knees. But his body still ached from the force of it. But that was nothing compared to the blow to his pride.
It was too much to hope that no one had seen that.
Meditations (or not)
Rex very much doubted his telekinesis had anything to do with the force. It was a relief that he didn't have to worry about falling to the dark side without any guidance although there was a small part of him that felt disappointed. Not that he'd admit to that, even to himself.
Maybe that disappointment was what kept him trying to meditate. Most likely he was just too stubborn to quit once he'd started. Not until he'd actually succeeded.
He had been trying to find this state of meditation, of a blank mind totally and peace and at one with-- well, at peace. All he could think about was what else he could be doing. What he would do when he got back and whether he should try to peek into his future to see if that would change anything.
When that failed, he read that meditating in a comfortable, relaxing space should be helpful.
The relaxation area was, by definition, just that.
He sat on a too comfortable cushion with his legs folded under him. Instead of looking serene, he wore a frown on his face.
With a slight sigh, he unfolded his legs and glared at the fire, as if his failure was his fault.
"It looks easy," he grumbled.
What: Rex taking a fall during training and Rex failing to meditation
Where: Training room and communal relaxation area
When: Whenever you want in November or December. The man sticks to his routines
Warnings/Notes: None as of yet.
You're going to have to toss me!
Rex spent most of his time getting used to his new abilities and then learning how to wield them. It was only natural for a clone trooper to spend his time in the training room. It wasn't what he was used to, back on Kamino, but he still felt more at home here than anywhere else.
His general and commander might be
He went up into the air far higher than he expected.
"Whoa!" he cried out and countless memories flashed through his mind as the ground rose to meet him.
He managed to his the ground in a roll instead of flat on his hands and knees. But his body still ached from the force of it. But that was nothing compared to the blow to his pride.
It was too much to hope that no one had seen that.
Meditations (or not)
Rex very much doubted his telekinesis had anything to do with the force. It was a relief that he didn't have to worry about falling to the dark side without any guidance although there was a small part of him that felt disappointed. Not that he'd admit to that, even to himself.
Maybe that disappointment was what kept him trying to meditate. Most likely he was just too stubborn to quit once he'd started. Not until he'd actually succeeded.
He had been trying to find this state of meditation, of a blank mind totally and peace and at one with-- well, at peace. All he could think about was what else he could be doing. What he would do when he got back and whether he should try to peek into his future to see if that would change anything.
When that failed, he read that meditating in a comfortable, relaxing space should be helpful.
The relaxation area was, by definition, just that.
He sat on a too comfortable cushion with his legs folded under him. Instead of looking serene, he wore a frown on his face.
With a slight sigh, he unfolded his legs and glared at the fire, as if his failure was his fault.
"It looks easy," he grumbled.
Meditations (or not)
Stacia, standing in the doorway, takes a sip from a mug about half the size of her head. She is fully embracing the availability of coffee and hot cocoa here, after her last two trips through the multiverse.
"Admittedly, I'm not sure what 'it' is in this case," she says, "but there's a lot of stuff that looks easier from the outside than the inside. What are you trying to do? Maybe I can help."
no subject
Obviously it hadn't.
no subject
She eyeballs the man in front of her. "You look like you're in pretty good shape. Surely you've got some stretches or exercises or something you know how to do so well that you don't need to think about them?"