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Challenges and Challenge Zones

Challenges between Champions will take place in designated areas at designated times, since this is ultimately a formal contest and competition between the Forces of Creation, and the Forces of Unmaking. The landscape in the void will and can adapt to provide these designated areas. Sometimes, a designated area will have a ‘base’ form, and be used again and again in various ways, with different options. These specific zones are listed below.

The Labyrinth (Primarily Mental)

The labyrinth is, in its simplest form, a complex maze. Long have beings used it as a tool of mediation and focus, navigating its walls whether in the physical or mental realms. The Labyrinth is one of the main challenge-zones that always exists, but what form it takes depends on what the current challenge is. What form it takes may also have limits and restrictions to provide a proper challenge to the champions.

The base form of the Labyrinth is an enclosed and complex maze that resists attempts to break out via any means other than navigating it from start to finish. It’s layout-changes every time, but there are ways to help one learn one’s way. (String, marking the walls, etc)

The Labyrinth Zone may be reached via a teleportation pad within the Observation room of the Castle.

The Mirror Gallery (Primarily Spiritual)

The Mirror Gallery has many names, but this is the most common. Mirrors are reflections, and reflections can be distorted or far too accurate for comfort. This challenge zone also takes different forms, but the theme always remains the same in that champions have their spiritual mettle tested, be it facing their worst fears and flaws, temptation fulfilled but with great cost, or making choices that are life-altering.

The base form of the Mirror Gallery is a small building full of mirrors of various shapes, sizes, and types. Depending on what one wishes to gaze on, one may find the mirror they wish to test themselves and attempt to learn what challenges they may face. (i.e: fun-house mirrors, mirrors that show your opposite, mirrors that show what you desire most…)

The Mirror Gallery may be reached via a teleportation pad in the Tapestry gallery of the castle.

The Field (Primarily Physical)

The Field is a designated challenge zone, that adapts and changes as needed for the challenge provided. It is an interdimensional space which may resemble a racing track one time, or a sparring ring another. It can be a vast prairie, or an arctic wasteland. Depending on the climate/atmosphere of the zone, there may be additional challenges for champions here.

The base form of the Field is a large area with mountains, plains, some rivers, and plateaus. It is reachable via a teleportation pad outside of the Castle-grounds along a set path. Where it exists otherwise is not known.

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Perfectly at ease holding her, aside from that he was *holding* her. She might think she was scrawny, but Trunks would argue with her if she ever voiced it around him. Slender yes, but lithe and toned--a warrior if she needed to be, but more grace and dexterity and agility than pure power. He'd been trying hard not to think about it before, and with his arms around her waist, those thoughts came back. Especially from his head on her shoulder, and how close they were together.

Warm and lithe, and she felt relaxed. Not truly relaxed because well--she was driving. But relaxed in the sense that he could tell she was enjoying herself. He liked her being relaxed because she was having fun and happy.

A slight head-shake, more for himself than anything else. "Oh I have got to show you a motorcycle. It can't fly like these, but it has it's own charm." Enjoying the adrenaline rush too, and then another thought that made him grin. "Betcha between us we can make this thing faster. I'm not quite the mechanic or inventor Mom is, but her lab was my first playground."

"Alright. If there's one in the garage, you can take me out on one." She called back, laughing. Yeah, this felt good. The speed and the air whooshing by, the feel of the other warm against her back. She tried not to think of that much at least.

She whizzed them through the canyon and out the back of it, back up on land, and curving through a short forest, wizzing past trees at a dangerously close call. Woosh Woosh Woosh! She had literally no issues passing them either. And then coming out into a open field near a lake she slowed and came to a stop at last, giggling. Literally giggling.

"So, what do you think?" She said, turned to peek back at him as she lifted her goggles to the top of her head once again.

"If there isn't now, I'm sure between Logan and me, we can get one. Whether we play nicely and share with each other is a different issue." His own amusement clear in his voice, laughing with her. He had definitely inherited his mother and father's adventuring spirits and this was fueling it. For now he tried to focus on enjoying her warmth, on his head against her shoulder and his arms around her.

Except not too much, because then he'd go bright red again.

As they whizzed through the canyon, he moved with her when she jinked or janked, zigged or zagged. Picking up very quickly how to lean into the turns with her, so she wasn't off balance because of him. The trees were as close as he himself would've gone, and it made him laugh louder. "My mother would probably love you!" Especially this dare-devil side.

The open-field and lake were nice, with a light breeze as they slowed and came to a stop finally. Leaning back, removing his arms from around her waist as they did so, and with a big grin of his own. His hair was only slightly mussed, likely because he'd been doing whatever he did while flying to keep the speed-and-windshear from affecting him.

"I think you're cute when you giggle." Her laughter had been wonderful and he liked seeing her have fun, knowing what she'd told him about always being on a battlefield. Her giggle however, that she was so very at ease....she lit up.

Of course, as soon as the words were out of his mouth, his eyes went wide and he ducked his head. Pulling back and hunching into himself, blushing bright red. Stupid thinking before he spoke.

The breeze was light off the lake and felt wonderful. This entire little battle ground world was lovely sometimes. Like moments like this.

She felt him relax his hold behind her, and she moved to turn on the bike, one leg over so she was sitting sideways to him, her bright blue eyes going wider as she heard his remark. Had he really said that? She opened her mouth to say 'I meant that about my flying' but then nothing came out of her mouth.

Instead she watched him shrink in on himself as she blinked. He thought she was cute when she giggled? He thought she was cute?

Ahsoka was sure her heart had stopped for a moment, and with out thinking she leaned in, her forehead nudging at his down turned forehead, pushing him to look up at her again, and when he did she leaned in to kiss him. Very chaste, very essay going and simple. A light kiss held for a moment, before she pulled back, blushing fiercely.

He did think she was cute; he'd thought so for a while. Also fun to be with, sparring or hanging out or just chatting. He could at least somewhat recognize that it was a partial crush, but also genuine admiration--that bit part of why he valued her friendship too.

It wasn't like he hadn't had a crush before--but overall his adolescence HAD been very unusual.

Then she leaned in, nudging him up and he was sure he was bright red and blinking at her in surprise. Then she was kissing him--chaste and simple, and only for a moment but also far too quickly. Never mind that he couldn't thought his face could be redder; that hers was red too only helped slightly.

"I...uh..I..." A blink and a huffed breath in and out. "I...Um...you know I have no clue what I'm doing right? But...I do think you're cute." That last part might've been slightly mumbled, but at least he was looking at her.

She had thought of him as a good friend as well. A good companion, fighter and partner in 'crime' on the field. Great to hang out with. Even if she had been a bit... god, she had been jealous before, hadn't she? She maybe shouldn't have taken it out on him though.

It's not that she hadn't had a crush before. There was Lux Bonteri after all, but she also wasn't suppose to get feelings like that for anyone. It was something her Masters warned her against.

This would have been frowned upon. Her heart tightened a moment as it felt still, like it had stopped, and her face was a brilliant darker orange, a sign of blush in her alien skin. She looked down and away, chuckling nervously. Maybe that kiss was a mistake. "I uh, yeah. I don't really know what I'm, uh, doing either. Or what came over me. Sorry." She mumbled back.

There was a quick head shake in the negative as soon as she apologized. "That...wasn't what I meant." Shy, but clearly voiced if quiet. "I just..." Another huffed breath in and out, summoning courage. Then it was his turn to lean in, nudging her forehead up and careful of her brow and the chain and jewelry accenting her montrals.

Tilting his head just a bit, to return that kiss. Still chaste, and simple, and trying to be more easy-going than as nervous as he felt.

They're both nervous, in a silly way. It's new for them both, and neither of them had that normal childhood that should have prepared them for a moment like this. Crushes, sure, but nothing to act on. At least for her that is.

As he nudged her to look up and leaned in to kiss her, she closed her eyes and leaned in just a bit as well, pressing her lips back to his. This was bad. This was attachment and feelings and--And she wasn't a Jedi anymore. She wasn't training to be a Jedi. Her masters couldn't say anything about it (she didn't have Masters anymore, did she). It was okay.

She was allowed to feel happy about this. To kiss him back, blushing fiercely, but relaxing into it this time.

Any crush he might've had was rare, and if he'd ever had one at all on 18--it had been destroyed utterly when she and her brother had beat him up. Gohan had lost his arm, to save Trunks that time. Later Gohan had also lost his life, and Trunks hadn't even had a chance to help.

Her training and order had said no to attachments or feelings, while his had been locked away and transformed into a desire to fight and protect. Along with a deep loathing of the psychopathic cyborgs responsible.

She wasn't a Jedi anymore. She also wasn't likely to try and kill him just for fun. He was allowed to like her, to find her cute. The red flush on his face and the darker orange of her own flush weren't leaving anytime soon; but he relaxed into it as well. Less tense, and somewhat blindly reaching for the last place he'd known where her hand was. Wanting that anchor, and to just hold her hand, and perhaps some reassurance that this was actually happening.

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This is my better blush icon ;)

i dont even have a blush icon anymore lol

is all good anyways

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