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deercountry2022-06-12 03:43 pm
provenforce) wrote in deercountry2022-06-12 03:43 pm
But I'm only human (open)
Who: Rey
What: settling in and stuff
When: throughout June
Where: different locations in Trench
Content Warnings: possible discussion of child abandonment, war stuff, will add more as needed
i. Sanguine Station (the first few days after arrival)
Remembering who she was was easy. Coming to terms with the reality of this place was harder. She spends a few days at the inn, pouring over the journal that had been given to her along with other items. There were others who seemed to be in similar straits, and if anyone approaches her while she's sitting at one of the tables in the inn with the journal in front of her she'll speak with them.
ii. exploring (anytime)
Once she's quietly freaked out enough at the inn Rey sets out into the city. She finds herself in Willful Machine, walking through the shops and pausing to look at anything shiny that catches her eye. She likes to touch things though she makes no attempts to buy anything.
She is surprised when she finds a shop selling old bits of machinery and wires, taking more time in there than anywhere else. In her mind she's cataloguing everything, how many portions certain parts would have gotten her back on Jakku. Part of her is still the starving scavenger girl, even if she's tried to grow beyond her.
iii. house hunting (towards the end of the month)
The inn was comfortable enough but Rey needs her own space. Part of her had been looking from the first day, but so much of the Trench seemed loud or crowded, both things that Rey enjoyed, but on her own terms. She needed something quiet for her own space, and after almost an entire month of staying at the Sanguine Inn she found a small victorian-style bungalow at the end of a road of homes mostly overgrown by vegetation in Crenshaw.
It was big enough for her to park her speeder that had somehow appeared on the beach not long after she had, and had a little shed out back that had an old workbench that looked like something she could repurpose into something useful.
The yard was overgrown with weeds, so after moving her meager belongings in she got to work in cleaning up the yard.
iv. wildcard
[ feel free to hit me up on plurk or discord if you'd like a custom starter! I also will do prose or brackets, whatever you're more comfortable with ]
What: settling in and stuff
When: throughout June
Where: different locations in Trench
Content Warnings: possible discussion of child abandonment, war stuff, will add more as needed
i. Sanguine Station (the first few days after arrival)
Remembering who she was was easy. Coming to terms with the reality of this place was harder. She spends a few days at the inn, pouring over the journal that had been given to her along with other items. There were others who seemed to be in similar straits, and if anyone approaches her while she's sitting at one of the tables in the inn with the journal in front of her she'll speak with them.
ii. exploring (anytime)
Once she's quietly freaked out enough at the inn Rey sets out into the city. She finds herself in Willful Machine, walking through the shops and pausing to look at anything shiny that catches her eye. She likes to touch things though she makes no attempts to buy anything.
She is surprised when she finds a shop selling old bits of machinery and wires, taking more time in there than anywhere else. In her mind she's cataloguing everything, how many portions certain parts would have gotten her back on Jakku. Part of her is still the starving scavenger girl, even if she's tried to grow beyond her.
iii. house hunting (towards the end of the month)
The inn was comfortable enough but Rey needs her own space. Part of her had been looking from the first day, but so much of the Trench seemed loud or crowded, both things that Rey enjoyed, but on her own terms. She needed something quiet for her own space, and after almost an entire month of staying at the Sanguine Inn she found a small victorian-style bungalow at the end of a road of homes mostly overgrown by vegetation in Crenshaw.
It was big enough for her to park her speeder that had somehow appeared on the beach not long after she had, and had a little shed out back that had an old workbench that looked like something she could repurpose into something useful.
The yard was overgrown with weeds, so after moving her meager belongings in she got to work in cleaning up the yard.
iv. wildcard
[ feel free to hit me up on plurk or discord if you'd like a custom starter! I also will do prose or brackets, whatever you're more comfortable with ]
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Unbidden she feels herself tearing up, emotion pouring forth from every part of her, because she had felt him die.
Then she realizes she's staring, awkward and on the verge of crying and she blinks, tearing her gaze away from him and looking down at the floor, at the bins next to her, at anything to keep the tears from escaping.
"I'm- um. I'm." She stammers, trying to think of something sufficient to say. What was she to him? Nothing, no one. She hadn't even been his student, not really.
"My name is Rey," she finally lands on, lame and sheepish.
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Though right now awkwardness and shame were winning over her other emotions, and he smiled gently as he approached her, reaching out with the Force and resting a hand on her shoulder to offer some form of comfort.
"Rey," he said softly. "Where are you from? I mean... outside of the persistent feeling of being from here?"
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"Nowhere," she lets out a mirthless laugh, looking down a beat as she remembers a conversation that feels like a lifetime ago. She looks back at Luke again, brow furrowed as she studies his far too young face.
"35 years have passed since you blew up the first Death Star. I went looking for you, a year ago, and found you at the first Jedi temple. You taught me three lessons, and then I ran away because I thought I knew better than you."
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"No one's from nowhere."
But he lets her plow on as well, raising both eyebrows at the mention of thirty-five years passing since the Battle of Yavin. Mother of Moons he would be over fifty around that time! It was hard to imagine himself that old; would his hair be grey? Would he finally grow a beard? Stars, that was older than--
...than his father ever got to be.
The thought sobered him quickly, forcing him to pay attention to the rest of what she was saying. Three lessons and then she ran away, hunh? That seemed... over simplified, but also...
"Well, that sounds painfully familiar..." he muttered sheepishly, remembering running away from Yoda after only a few days because his father used his friends to deliberately bait him. "Trust me, you're not the first padawan to do something like that, and I doubt you'll be the last."
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"I don't know about that. As far as I know, I'm it." She doesn't feel confident that she could train the next generation of Jedi alone. Maybe Leia could, but she didn't seem like she was interested beyond seeing Rey's training finished. There could be others out there in the galaxy, of course, but she doesn't even know where to start looking.
Certainly, now that she's here, that won't be possible.
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He rested both hands on her shoulders, giving them a squeeze, as if to give some of the hope he had in him to her.
"Listen, if I've learned anything from my experience, it's that no one is ever really gone, and the Jedi as a whole are the same," he said softly. "As long as life exists, the Force exists, and so there will be others that come after you. Whether you teach them or they learn on their own from the shades of the past..."
He paused, before shrugging slightly.
"There will always be those that answer the call of the Force. You will never be the last, nor will you ever be alone."