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sometime after the big storm | video | username: olivia

[winces]

[ she's making the rounds here, anakin, and that (unfortunately for you?) includes your dark and dreary butt. ]

Mr. Skywalker! [ she sounds quite rushed and fluttery, and though she is soaked to the bone, there is enough color on her face to suggest she's warm enough.

or adrenaline has yet to release its hold on her. ]

Are you alright?

[apoptotic]

Alive. For the moment. [ his answer in turn is hollow. like taking ill suddenly. yet physically, he's fine. drenched. chilled to the bone. tired, yet physically well.

what cannot be seen is what laid him low. ]

What about you? [ his eyes flick up to find her image. ] The ones you're with?

text | un: jedikiller

[sololoquy]

Not fond of Lady Ramir?

[He's so proud of you, grandpa.]

[apoptotic]

Are you asking for my blessing? I thought it was you that had to ask her father.

medieval text.

[conqueress]

[ Someone went to space and remembered Anakin's talk of a galaxy. ]

How have you fared, Anakin?

[apoptotic]

A little bored if I'm being honest.
There's only so many times you can meditate in one day.

[ especially when you suck at meditation but details. ]

I'm glad to hear from you, Your Highness.

action;

[onethousen]

[ Reporting back on the conditions of the paths they'd seen between the Fracking Fields and the Boneyard Junction none of them had managed to reach quite yet. It had seemed straightforward, and her nebulous concept of rewards for accepting bounties had meant she expected little to nothing. When her expectations had been met, that was fine enough as it was.

Being notified to pick up a package from the Mayor's office, on the other hand, came as a surprise. Late afternoon brought her to their doorstep; she waits amidst the scents of sage and sunwarm tar, sickly sweet in the afternoon's gentle haze.

The haze she steps back out into, hat dangling at her upper back, is not entirely a product of the lazy afternoon sunlight. She walks with a wooden sort of unease, hands locked around the stock and barrel of a pulse rifle she refuses to allow to touch her body. At the same time, she doesn't extend her arms out in front of her, instead keeping them bent at the elbow as she makes her stilted progress back toward the Reverend's house. Why? She helped Shuyi and reported back on the paths that might have lead toward Boneyard Junction, if the rockslides and sinkholes didn't make them treacherous. Why? Guns, even guns that shoot light, aren't multifunctional the way a knife is, or practical the way unarmed combat could be. Guns were made to shoot; guns were violence, even if it was a violence that kept a family fed.

She's not a hunter. She's a fighter, but that has had nothing to do with violence until she was plunged into it here. First the insects in Oska, then the bandits on the train. Running across that man in chains all covered in injuries, all the dead bodies he'd been kneeling down surrounded by... the self immolation of Evan under attack from the sandworm, and the viscera covering him, the walls, herself, but not so much Urahara.

She shivers, and the shiver becomes a shudder, and the shudder brings on the nausea she has to swallow down. On some level she's aware of who she's looking for when she stops outside the Reverend's house. Anakin has become enough of a constant, someone she has to report to and perform for, someone who she doesn't want to let down simply in practice; Anakin, teaching her self defense, and the only person she refers to as Master (by request) while accepting the formality of such bonds.

She holds the pulse rifle in her hands, fingers white as she holds on tight enough that she can't run away. ]

Master Anakin?

[ Calling out from beyond the porch, not sure if he's there, or if it's Kung Jin, or if it's Arima, which of the Several Deadly Former Strangers Cum Teammates she lives with here. Not sure if technically she's talking to empty air. She supposes if she is, she can go hide this under her pillow and find him again later, like some strange denial of an increasingly difficult to understand reality.

She doesn't want this.

She doesn't want any of this.

Because if this goes too far, will she even be able to go home? ]

[apoptotic]

Chihiro? [ only one person calls him such ( kylo ren opting for the far more formal "master skywalker" ), but the upward turn that turns her name into a question is not due to not knowing who calls.

stepping outside, anakin frowns when he takes in her expression, deeper when he notes what she's holding. the sight is entirely incongruous. not because of her age ( children younger than she were given a lightsaber and taught to wield it. boys and girls not that much older picked up blasters and joined the adults in armed resistance. it was war, and it was awful, and there was no help for any of it. ) it's wrong because she had previously expressed her dislike for violence, and he respected it. it's wrong because she looks like she was told to hold a bomb; let go, it all goes boom. ]

What are you doing with that?

[ anakin recognizes it: one of the light pulse rifles the qorral favor. that answer, however, fails to explain why she has it. he holds his hand out, the right, always covered by a black glove up to his elbow. even when he meditates — dressed down to his undertunic and pants — he never removes the glove. ]

Give it to me.

text; un. hawkeye; post-pr intro log

[strictdiscipline]

Do you have a moment? I'd like to ask to ask you more about this "Force" of yours, if you're willing.

[He'd described it in only the shallowest of strokes on the train, barely enough for her to get the full scope of it.]

[apoptotic]

[ he thinks he explained it quite well, excuse. ]

What do you want to know?

un: jakku | text

[forcevisions]

I just thought I'd warn you that Finn was reassigned. You knew him before it happened the first time, didn't you?

[apoptotic]

I did. I wasn't aware he had returned.

[ until the notif popped up anyway. ]

Are you alone?

un: man of still - voice; text

[figureitout]

Uh, so... I have a favor to ask.

[ text is good, in text that actually sounds like a statement instead of a question, which it kind of is, because a) why is he asking Anakin Skywalker a favor, and b) is this even a good idea, probably not, most of his ideas tend not to be. ]

[apoptotic]

[ why is he asking anakin skywalker for anything.

why is he even talking to anakin skywalker.

stiles, you know better, run while you can. ]

Yes?

delivered to his door on the 24th.

[webdesigned]

( a simple box with a note that reads, he's not perfect, but you can probably fix that.

no name, but inside is a R2-D2 replica, though definitely not a perfect one. all it's capable of is moving around on its own aimlessly, and sadly, no adorable noises. )

[apoptotic]

[ cries ]

12/25 | package

[winces]

[ in the morning, anakin will find a small package waiting for him just outside his quarters. inside, he'll find a white, pouch, holding an assortment of individually-wrapped cookies, both of which were clearly handmade. beneath the pouch is the familiar alastair symbol in its traditional purple.

along with the package comes a simple card that reads:

To: Anakin
From: Olivia

Happy Holidays! ]

text; un: @daria

[conqueress]

Drogon burned the wrong man, it would seem.

[apoptotic]

If only he had known to wait.
[ a pause, then, ] I found his family.

[ a different "he", one easy to call to mind. ]

alcy that nav gif what the fuck lma (TEXT AND JUNK I DON'T KNOW)

[webdesigned]

( he didn't try to eat you, Anakin, but he still feels obligated to show up for an apology.

his head is a little clearer now and he's still not totally at peace with how the school situation shook down... but he's at least together enough that he realizes he made the situation worse, not better. )

i'm sorry. about the school
i can't say i think you were complete right but i know i didn't help anything either.

ur welcome for this gift

[apoptotic]

That's fine, I know I was right. [ shut up, anakin, you don't have so many friends.

something he recognizes on some level for the next message is devoid of any arrogance: ]

I see you're back among the lucid. How are you feeling?

audio; un: @daria

[conqueress]

Anakin.

[ Perhaps a familiar voice by now. ]

Drogon has burned far afield, should you require metals for your collection.

[ She remembers a little boy with a carpet full of them. ]

[apoptotic]

Give him my thanks. [ no, seriously, tell him thanks, this is the best gift. after his wife's presence, etc., etc. ]

It's good to hear from you, Your Grace. I take it you both got through in one piece.

text; un: noct gar | sometime after robot wars

[armigers]

Okay, final score. You first.

[ Because he's pretty sure his own number isn't going to be topped. ]

[apoptotic]

3,043. Approximately.
I rounded down.

after the "light it up"

[figureitout]

Anakin
may the Force be with you.

[ no goodbyes — no wishes of good luck. there's no luck, there's just the Force... there's Anakin Skywalker. and even more than the Force, he believes in Anakin Skywalker. ]