The Mentor
"Well, this karking sucks"
Josh stood on a tall hill on Naboo, overlooking the remains of what was once his childhood home. He gave a heavy sigh. He had only been here once before, with Aleidis Ijet. They had visited it shortly after Josh's amnesia had ceased, and he had returned home for the first time. It was rickity, old, and rotted. But it was still home. And now, it played victim to the willies of scavengers, taking what they could.
Luckily, any items of sentimental value had been taken by DragonsFlame during his visit with the Ghostling. He knew this was going to come eventually. But DAMN was it a shame that eventually, the cookie had to crumble.
He gave a sigh, hanging his head in grievance for a moment. But, alas. A Jedi shouldn't hold such heavy attachments to a place. I mean, it's not ILLEGAL like it used to be, but carp sakes, it was still preached to holy moley Shinju's fatty.
He took a breath and made his way back to the city. Maybe a drink would help.
@[member="Salina Aviner"]
Josh stood on a tall hill on Naboo, overlooking the remains of what was once his childhood home. He gave a heavy sigh. He had only been here once before, with Aleidis Ijet. They had visited it shortly after Josh's amnesia had ceased, and he had returned home for the first time. It was rickity, old, and rotted. But it was still home. And now, it played victim to the willies of scavengers, taking what they could.
Luckily, any items of sentimental value had been taken by DragonsFlame during his visit with the Ghostling. He knew this was going to come eventually. But DAMN was it a shame that eventually, the cookie had to crumble.
He gave a sigh, hanging his head in grievance for a moment. But, alas. A Jedi shouldn't hold such heavy attachments to a place. I mean, it's not ILLEGAL like it used to be, but carp sakes, it was still preached to holy moley Shinju's fatty.
He took a breath and made his way back to the city. Maybe a drink would help.
@[member="Salina Aviner"]