Faction Come and Present Nothing | Tython, Jedi Temple (NJO)

[Mason Phray]

Tython
Tags: Reina Daival , Klar , Jobbi Chantin

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"Sorry… I got excited."
"I didn’t mean to… blast your ears."

"...Don't sweat it."

Mason didn't give much more. He gave the implication that the quieter tone was appreciated, but he also wasn't angry. After all, being angry took a lot of energy. A lot of other things were draining that away right now. He didn't want to be a bother around this new place anyways.

"It's not that I mind TOO much. Half of the time I get told to help out with moving the little ones around or finding them when they sneak away, and I love jobs like that. But you should get used to looking like you're going somewhere if you don't want somebody to try and give you something to do."

"Look busy..."

That sounded a little hard. He could try, obviously, but he sure did give off the vibe of not having much better to do with his life. Maybe that one was unfortunately a little true, but no time to dwell on that. Or more accurately no desire to dwell on that. There was a future to focus on, maybe, and hopefully it was one where he could look busy and not be roped into things that he didn't want to do.

His eyes were naturally drawn to the Eye of Zallow. It almost... pulsated, alive with some unseen energy. It was a sensation that he may not have been previously aware of, yet now it was loud. It was... a memorial. It felt like a dream, the swirling remnant thoughts left for those long past. How did he know this?

Just a feeling. He hated how irrational that was.

"Stairs... there's... no convenient elevator?" he asked.

He wasn't feeling stairs right now.

 

[Reina Daival]

Location: Lothal
Tags: Mason Phray Klar Jobbi Chantin
Lightsaber - Pequod


"You could just be like me. I have two masters...and sometimes people still ask me to do stuff since I'm not looking busy...Actually yeah. Don't be like me."

If Reina thought about it, double the masters just meant more work for her. Not less. She shrugged her shoulders at the idea of looking busy as she carried on with the group. Whilst most of the group was looking around at the temple, Reina was just walking lackadaisically through the halls with them. She wasn't that interested in what was in the Temple. She had walked through here a countless times already, and whilst the architecture and history might intrigue some people, Reina wasn't one of them. She lived in the present. Maybe even in the future. But the past? Nah.

"There would have been an elevator in the Coruscanti Temple. Not sure about this one. It's probably too ancient and stuff to put in that many modern electronics. Trust me. If I can do it with one leg, you can do it."

Sure, technically she had two legs, but one was a prosthesis that barely worked. It wasn't the same thing. Mason had two legs that worked perfectly well! The same went for Klar! Whereas Jobbi...Erh...Jobbi was Jobbi. She didn't seem to struggle with stairs even without legs.
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[Klar]

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"There ARE repulsorlifts, but generally speaking? I'd just take the stairs." Klar laughed. "And by stairs I mean ramps. They're totally smooth."

Hands clasped behind her back, Klar began ambling slowly up the ramp - idly considering the Eye of Zallow with a fond smile. "The lifts are fantastic and all, but they tend to be really busy and heavily used. I don't like being around that many people at once. It reminds me too much of Coruscant." She confessed, giving Mason an apologetic look. "Besides, the lift is arguably slower and doesn't save much time even when it ISN'T the middle of the day."

They reached the top of the ramp, which melded into a busy thoroughfare. Klar navigated the group smoothly through it and into a quieter, more secure area. More narrow hallways, with doors in rows marked by simple and immediately recognizable patterns. Each row a color, every door in that color numbered up to twenty. Klar consulted her datapad. "Mason. It says here that your dorm is Silver-Seven. So you're down here a bit." Klar directed, pulling a small keycard from her pocket. "I don't have any information on your roommate, or even if you have one. But if you wanna drop any bags off we could swing by. If you left them at the starport, they've probably been delivered."

Klar offered a sheepish smile, passing him the keycard. "The rooms are all identical. If you need any accommodations or there are issues, the Silver dorm Knight is Ilana Lo-Runga, and she stays in the room at the end of the row. She'll probably be by later to introduce herself and check on you. She's very nice."

She gestured to herself, and after a moment of thought, to Jobbi as well. "Our room is Red-Nineteen." Klar added. "You're welcome to visit. Right, Jobbi?"

She'd seen how eager Jobbi was to help out, after all. Klar wanted to support that.

 

[Jobbi Chantin]

Pet (hair): Fuzzy (Sha'rellian toop)

Jobbi watched as the light of the Eye reflected in Mason’s eyes, flickering like something deep was stirring in him. Or she was developing a crush on him because he had two legs and a pulse. Or something else she didn’t understand. But she thought she understood the look. That faraway hush. The kind people got when they were thinking about something big and didn’t want to say it out loud.

It looked cool.

She didn’t say anything either. She wanted to look cool too.

Just two cool Padawans, staring into the the thingamajig. Staring cool-ly.

The others talked about elevators and ramps and lifting one leg after another. She didn’t have legs. But she knew what it was like not to feel up to climb the uncomfortable ridges of the stairs, or worse, going down then without slipping. The service corps had a safety meeting after the first slip to discuss how to mitigate casualties if others were below her on the staircase.

Fuzzy flopped lightly across her scalp, one hair-like limb flaring out in the breeze from a nearby fan.

She glanced up the ramp Klar was already leading them up, so sure-footed, so full of directions and keycards and facts, and then back toward Mason.

"I’ll wait if you want to go slow."
She shrugged. That didn't come out right?
"I’m slow anyway."
That didn't either.

Then after a pause, she added softly:

"But that’s okay. Slow doesn’t mean I'll fall behind."
Words borrowed verbatim from the hololetter Xoff Chantin wrote for Jobbi.

She didn’t say much else. Just trailed quietly beside them all, content to be there. Watching. Listening. Maybe even making friends.

Reina Daival Klar Mason Phray​