Ezra Bridger (
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Entry tags:
October Catchall
Who: Ezra and you
What: October catch all including Second Death prompts
When: Earlyish October
Where: The Kenobi-Skywalker-Bridger house and around Trench
Content Warnings: Assume all content warnings that go with the Second Death, may add more as needed
What: October catch all including Second Death prompts
When: Earlyish October
Where: The Kenobi-Skywalker-Bridger house and around Trench
Content Warnings: Assume all content warnings that go with the Second Death, may add more as needed
At the The Kenobi-Skywalker-Bridger house
In the night, entire years have slipped away from him. Until when he wakes one morning, he has no idea where he is. Nothing in the room looks familiar, nor does anything about the situation makes sense. If he were a prisoner of some kind, why would he have been left alone to sleep in a well lit room with a door and a window, both of which open?
And no one comes running when he opens them, either.
But along with those missing memories, go most of his compunctions about stealing. So with a light touch, he quickly goes through items for things that look valuable and easy to take and trade away. He finds himself drawn to a metal cylinder with a switch and a pretty looking box.
Also an old-fashioned sword, but it doesn't feel...warm or nice, in the same way. Besides, it's hard to carry something that big away discretely, even after snagging one of the cloth bags in the room. The other items that look most interesting, he quickly packs up.
He creeps slowly through the house, and pauses when he finds the kitchen. How much food can he get away with shoving into his bag, before being spotted, he wonders. Maybe enough to eat off for days and days.
He can hardly know, under these circumstances, that it probably wouldn't be any sort of issue, if he weren't spilling confusion and guarded fear into Force.]
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Hungry?
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And it's weird - yes, he's somewhat cornered, so his instinct is to bolt but, there's not that nudge urging him on, showing him which direction is the best way out.
Maybe it's because this guy doesn't seem angry or even annoyed. Although there's still the question of why Ezra woke up in this house.
Maybe he'd...gotten sick? Ezra's pretty much never gets sick, but he supposes it's possible. And even that's the case, in doesn't really shed light on the motives of whoever put him in that bed.
He forces a friendly smile onto his face and decides he's going with playing extra stupid for the moment. See what reaction he gets.]
Yeah. Kinda am. Sorry, um.
I think I'm a little...confused. Is this your house?
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Technically, it is yours as well.
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Ezra finds himself taking a cautious step away.]
What.
[But then he blinks and squints, something he instinctively knows he usually keeps locked away unfolding, and he whispers-]
...Ben?
[No. Wait. The house that goes with that name was different. Wasn't it? He glances around, more openly bewildered and scared, because the contradiction in mind makes exponentially even less sense.]
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[ though it's odd to hear ezra use it. ]
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No. No. You look kinda like him, but you're too old to be my brother.
[And he doesn't even have a brother. Because he doesn't have anyone. Right?]
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Well, getting older is part of the process, I'm afraid. I can't help it.
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And yet that calmness feels right, too.]
Ben.
[He bites his lip, and then he tries a different tack, his voice very low and scared.]
Things...aren't making sense in my head.
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Sometime later....
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That all comes to an end when Anakin finds Ezra preparing to leave by taking everything bit of food they have in their cupboards.]
What do you think you're doing?
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And not a speck of recognition.]
I was uh- [This guy looks pretty annoyed; think fast, think fast.]
Hey, have you seen a cat around? I'm looking for her.
[This is not a great lie, he knows, but if he's lucky he'll get a few seconds of looking around in confusion that he can try to high tail it out the house during.]
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No.
Crenshaw - Snow's home
"Oh my goodness!"
She hurried to Ezra's side.
"That's enough of that! Stop it, all of you!"
She looked to Ezra.
"Are you alright, you're not hurt, are you?
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And even if they weren't, he'd probably sidle up to the house in curiosity, especially with that much food spread out. He is, after all, a teenaged boy.
Ok, with all his memories, he'd just eye with curiosity and let his stomach rumble until he got home. As it is, the pies especially are tempting, and his memories of going days without food, very fresh.
He usually thought of himself as pretty slick, but he certainly was not expecting a whole - a whole zoo to nearly instantly surround him.
So he was cowering, incriminating pie in hand, when the girl come out of the little house.
"I'm, uh. Nah, I'm fine." He quickly tried to think up a lie. "Your pie was about to slip off the ledge, there."
He offers a smile he hopes is earnest and charming.
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"Thank you, that is terribly kind of you to stop it from falling," she offered, her face unreadable on whether or not she believed him. She tilted her head and then smiled even wider.
"As a thank you, here," she held the pie back out to him. "Although, next time, I hope you'll tell me your favorite flavor and then I can make that for you instead. Do you like blackberry? It's a sweet pie, do you like sweet pies? Or would something like sour cherries or rhubarb be a better filling? Or oh! If you like sweet pies, I could make a pear or sweet cherry. My personal favorite is gooseberry."
"I'm sorry about my animal friends. They're very protective of me."
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"Uh. Whatever you want to make is..fine. You're really just going to give me a pie?"
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She reached out and patted his arm.
"Unless you don't like pie! I do have other things!"
Post battle+restoration ritual
Even trying to just roll with curve balls, he still freezes briefly in shock when Ben suddenly whips out a blade of a blue light.
A lightsaber, part of him whispers. The weapon of a Jedi.
The battle is over in barely more than seconds and Ezra mostly is still just staring as Ben calmly goes about burning the body and eventually brings him a small amount of ash to swallow.
The young Jedi shudders hard as memories come pouring back, and he rubs and hard over his face.]
We were...really close to that going way worse.
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[ he turns off the saber. things should settle now, but obi-wan feels it was a close call. ]
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I guess you might have been able to find me, if I'd bolted entirely and you realized something was wrong.
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There were a couple of ifs in that hypothetical.
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You know what, not important. You caught me before I ran off to hide from absolutely everyone, and you played along enough that I didn't freak out completely.
So. Thank you. Even if it was...probably weird for you.
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But I imagine, it felt more disarming to you than myself.
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