deercountry | October Catchall

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October Catchall

Who: Luke Skywalker, Jaina Solo, Rey, Maul (and probably Reaper)
What: Catchall for October (including events), as well as some backdated stuff. If you would like a prompt, feel free to message me, or start your own thread.
When: Through the month
Where: All through Trench
Content Warnings: Mild body horror in unmasked prompt. Others TBD.

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It wasn't like Luke to sleep late. Usually he was up before the sun most days -- a habit from being a farmer on a sun blasted rock his whole life, and cultivated further from being constantly on the move with the Rebellion. But exhaustion both emotional and physical from the month before had taken its toll on him, and over the last few days since being made to move in with his nephew, Luke found himself waking up later and later than usual.

This time it was near noon by the time he crawled out to face the world of the living, and even then, he didn't really want to get out of bed. The sound of movement and a vaguely familiar presence made him roll off though, very nearly losing his footing and faceplanting onto the floor. It... almost felt like Leia, but different -- like this person was somehow a part and yet apart of her at the same time. He didn't want to just dismiss it as him being too tired to get the Force to focus, so he did the only thing his sleepy brain could think to do: carefully pad his way over to where this person was.

Luke found himself staring at a young woman in the living room from the safety of the hallway, frowning slightly. She... strongly resembled Leia, just as she strongly resembled her presence, but she was so young -- closer to Anakin's age, perhaps. It didn't take much before his curiosity got the better of him, and he found himself leaning into the room slightly.

"Hello?" he asked cautiously, not thinking much of the fact that he was standing there in his sleep shirt and pants.

When Luke wasn't training with Maul, he was training by himself whenever he could find a place without too many eyes watching -- either sentient native or otherwise. It gave him a chance to just listen as he put himself through the motions; let the Force hum through him, connecting him with his lightsaber, with the ground at his feet, and...

...with the surprise audience.

He couldn't find it in him to be annoyed with this audience though, even if he wanted to be. Rey was really, really easy to sense: a bright spot in the Force with a floating connection to him that wasn't quite there, largely due to the fact that he wasn't the person she knew, at least not yet. A faint smile came to his face as he felt her lingering, and he allowed the kata he was currently working on to swing him around, angling the lightsaber just away from her so she wouldn't think he was about to attack, before closing the blade down.

"It's been awhile."

The masks and facepaints from last year had been fun, to the point where Luke didn't hesitate to be a little more creative with what he wanted to do this time. It was why he eventually found himself sitting down for some face paint, musing over the options for a bit. He settled on the puppy face paint as a joke, mostly; something so that he could pop up on Maul or Reaper, have a laugh about it, and wash it off later on.

He didn't expect the joke to be on him.

It started as an itch first, just at the base of his spine; uncomfortable, but not too hard to ignore. Then the top of his head started to itch, followed by his ears, and got irritating to the point where he had to stop browsing around the Black Parade celebration, ducking between some buildings to figure out what the hell was happening. He found himself scratching fruitlessly at his head as if it would help, though he quickly got fed up with it, one hand drifting down to scratch at an ear while the other went fishing for his omni.

Though, he soon found himself stopping cold when he suddenly found himself holding his ear.

Luke stared at it, absolutely dumbstruck, dimly aware of the other one falling off but not really processing it at the moment. Transforming when he was half crazed and very nearly out of his mind had been a dim, vague thing, to the point where he didn't even occur to him that something similar was happening now until the pain started. He let out a gasp as reality suddenly kicked in, his head feeling like his brain was drowning in the worst headache one could ever imagine as the base of his spine felt it was on fire. Pain in his knees followed soon after as he dropped to the ground, dimly aware of the fact that his mouth was open in a scream, but he was in so much pain that he couldn't even get a sound to come out.

So instead he sent out a plea to the Force, hoping that someone, anyone was nearby to hear him.

Help! Help me, someone! Please!!!

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Jaina Solo | Backdated to not long after her arrival

Rey

Event: Unmasked (mostly for Maul and/or Reaper; can be open) [CW: Mild Body Horror]