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IC: So, the small amount of time she'd actually been able to sustain herself without breathing was actually impressive for a first time? That made her feel a little better. Still, it was not an exercise she was eager to repeat...though Owyn did give an excellent point about choking on poisonous gas, however. She'd much rather deprive herself of oxygen for a few minutes than stubbornly keep breathing for a few more seconds...then fall over dead. Ironically, that'd mean she'd stop breathing forever. Postponing gratification does have it's merits when put like that.
"Very well, Master... I'll try for a longer time," she responded, though considering how desperate she was to end the exercise by the end of the last attempt, she didn't think she'd make it any farther this time. After a few more seconds of delay, followed by a deep inhale, she began the exercise once again.
Utilizing the Force, she repeated the steps she had performed during the last exercise, focusing on her lungs and the precious oxygen stored therein. Despite already wanting to breathe once again, she forced the air from her lungs at increasingly slow intervals...just enough to keep her from passing out and to keep her organs functional. Or at least, as much as she hoped it would take to keep from passing out. How embarrassing would that be?
Minutes dragged by increasingly slowly, the first two of which were a simple cakewalk. Normally, she could hold her breath for about fourty-five seconds without straining herself too much. With the Force as her ally, two minutes were just as simple. Minute three, however, was proving to be a difficult hurdle to cross. Already, her chest burned with the desire for fresh air, but with some effort, she managed to work passed the discomfort.
Minute four came and went with the burning in her chest now feeling like an open flame and her head swam. Had the twi'lek's eyes been open at the time, she felt sure that the room would likely be spinning around. Minute five came once more and she felt no better than she had at this point during the last exercise, but she was determined to surpass herself once more.
Seconds seemed like minutes as she counted them off in her head, her lungs on fire and head pounding, her temples with a heartbeat of their own. Five minutes and fifteen seconds into the exercise, she broke off, finally exhaling the stale air within her lungs and drawing in the seemingly cold air from the room, much to her lung's delight.
"Gah...hah.. Holding my breath...like that, almost feels like breathing in poison gas," she said, only half jokingly. Definitely not her favorite exercise.
IC: So, the small amount of time she'd actually been able to sustain herself without breathing was actually impressive for a first time? That made her feel a little better. Still, it was not an exercise she was eager to repeat...though Owyn did give an excellent point about choking on poisonous gas, however. She'd much rather deprive herself of oxygen for a few minutes than stubbornly keep breathing for a few more seconds...then fall over dead. Ironically, that'd mean she'd stop breathing forever. Postponing gratification does have it's merits when put like that.
"Very well, Master... I'll try for a longer time," she responded, though considering how desperate she was to end the exercise by the end of the last attempt, she didn't think she'd make it any farther this time. After a few more seconds of delay, followed by a deep inhale, she began the exercise once again.
Utilizing the Force, she repeated the steps she had performed during the last exercise, focusing on her lungs and the precious oxygen stored therein. Despite already wanting to breathe once again, she forced the air from her lungs at increasingly slow intervals...just enough to keep her from passing out and to keep her organs functional. Or at least, as much as she hoped it would take to keep from passing out. How embarrassing would that be?
Minutes dragged by increasingly slowly, the first two of which were a simple cakewalk. Normally, she could hold her breath for about fourty-five seconds without straining herself too much. With the Force as her ally, two minutes were just as simple. Minute three, however, was proving to be a difficult hurdle to cross. Already, her chest burned with the desire for fresh air, but with some effort, she managed to work passed the discomfort.
Minute four came and went with the burning in her chest now feeling like an open flame and her head swam. Had the twi'lek's eyes been open at the time, she felt sure that the room would likely be spinning around. Minute five came once more and she felt no better than she had at this point during the last exercise, but she was determined to surpass herself once more.
Seconds seemed like minutes as she counted them off in her head, her lungs on fire and head pounding, her temples with a heartbeat of their own. Five minutes and fifteen seconds into the exercise, she broke off, finally exhaling the stale air within her lungs and drawing in the seemingly cold air from the room, much to her lung's delight.
"Gah...hah.. Holding my breath...like that, almost feels like breathing in poison gas," she said, only half jokingly. Definitely not her favorite exercise.