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responsibleformyownrisks) wrote2014-08-14 10:36 pm
responsibleformyownrisks) wrote2014-08-14 10:36 pm
001 { Siri's arrival
[Action: locked to House 46, early evening]
[“Don’t worry so much.”...
One minute Siri was on Azure, dying, DEAD, and the next she... wasn't. She should be. But she wasn't. She was lying on the ground in a forest, of all places. Not a large one, there was a building close by - she could sense its inhabitants, although she didn't pay them any mind at the moment, too lost in the shock of arrival. Of dying. Drawing a sharp, desperate breath (not panicking; Jedi didn't panic. Not even dead ones), she faltered in rising to her feet. The sharp throb of pain in her shoulders; different from what she had been feeling not a moment ago, had her twisting around in an attempt to pinpoint the cause.
All she could do was STARE.]
KRIFF.
[Wings. She had wings. And they were blue. Force, now she knew she couldn't be dead. Unless becoming one with the Force was far stranger from what she'd been told... Not that that HELPED matters any. Or made her any less uneasy.
Or changed the simple fact that she SHOULD be dead. She exhaled unsteadily and forced herself to her feet, her wings flaring and ruffling in mirror to her emotions. Confusion, and the panic she was denying. First things first. She needed to find out where she was, what had happened. Then she could deal with... everything else. ]
[“Don’t worry so much.”...
One minute Siri was on Azure, dying, DEAD, and the next she... wasn't. She should be. But she wasn't. She was lying on the ground in a forest, of all places. Not a large one, there was a building close by - she could sense its inhabitants, although she didn't pay them any mind at the moment, too lost in the shock of arrival. Of dying. Drawing a sharp, desperate breath (not panicking; Jedi didn't panic. Not even dead ones), she faltered in rising to her feet. The sharp throb of pain in her shoulders; different from what she had been feeling not a moment ago, had her twisting around in an attempt to pinpoint the cause.
All she could do was STARE.]
KRIFF.
[Wings. She had wings. And they were blue. Force, now she knew she couldn't be dead. Unless becoming one with the Force was far stranger from what she'd been told... Not that that HELPED matters any. Or made her any less uneasy.
Or changed the simple fact that she SHOULD be dead. She exhaled unsteadily and forced herself to her feet, her wings flaring and ruffling in mirror to her emotions. Confusion, and the panic she was denying. First things first. She needed to find out where she was, what had happened. Then she could deal with... everything else. ]
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That doesn't much matter for me.
[Her timeline has already stopped. There isn't much point in hiding it; it's a part of the past, now. For him, anyway. Not for her; for all that she's managing to pretend she's all right with it... she's not. She doesn't feel like a particularly good Jedi at the moment; she doesn't feel much like a Jedi at all. Not with the way she's failing completely at letting go of any part of this.]
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Well. Then maybe it's good you're here then. It's not always, for everyone, but for some it's a second chance. And for what it's worth, Siri, I'm sorry.
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I didn't expect a second chance to include wings.
[She doesn't know if she can believe that; believe that it's a second chance. Not right now. Her death, and sudden resurrection has left her... reeling in a way she doesn't know how to deal with. Isn't equipped to deal with. No matter how hard she tries (and she is, FORCE, she is), there's no ridding herself of it. No controlling it. No letting it go.]
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Well here it does. Though, be careful not to let them get hurt. They're quite sensitive,and losing them will kill you. Literally.
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[He continues on.]
Now, are you experiencing any other feelings? Nausea? Headache? Chills? Hunger?
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The hunger will probably come soon, that's just a part of the first day. As for accommodations, I've got some extra rooms. If you don't mind living with Ben, myself, and a few others from home.
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[It's rare for her to say those words aloud, but she means them. Living with others that are… from home, would be welcome. To a degree that stunned her, even if it shouldn’t have, considering.]
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