Yasha Cadera
Mom'alor
@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]
I'd like to start by telling you how I got here, but quite frankly somewhere near the second star to the right I lost track. Landed Roy on a landing pad and locked the tiny ship up tight before booting it off in my brand new brown combat boots Aella and Nato helped me buy, then followed Nato's advice on where to go next. Jedi, she babbled, were safe-keepers. Healers.
Helpful sorts, who didn't like taking peoples' livers for their Nexu and also didn't really do the whole violent choking thing. Sounded more like the kind of people I'd want to be around than some darkness loving bints with red lipstick pasted round their eyes and broken souls which could only be bought and paid for by melodramatic holonovel authors. Again, really hoping in this whole 'finding Anders' endeavour that's not my thing. It will be my thing if I stray too close to one, and it chills my joints at night. I pass by a group of people and the hum of their emotional words threads through my hair like braids on a little girl.
Subtle, tight. Unravelling if not fastened securely.
I lick my lips and move forward, feet rushing past a gaggle of teenaged girls. BEST AVOIDED.
Smack! Right I go into a surly looking dude with more muscles than sense. I snarl, he's obviously on a power trip, who wouldn't be not to notice someone standing in the middle of the hallway! Who did he think he was bumping into!? I'll tell you, the respect paid nowadays is apauling! I dust off and stare him down, just like he'd stare at me had he been able to find my eyes for all his tallness. I huff off and brush off my arms.
Not worth it. The man has me in a bad mood, a twisted wreck of what should be a chipper day. My empathetic ability in the Force flows constantly like grey fog, and I lost within it search the morning dew for the next personality to come upon me strong enough that it chases the dignity away.
I'd like to start by telling you how I got here, but quite frankly somewhere near the second star to the right I lost track. Landed Roy on a landing pad and locked the tiny ship up tight before booting it off in my brand new brown combat boots Aella and Nato helped me buy, then followed Nato's advice on where to go next. Jedi, she babbled, were safe-keepers. Healers.
Helpful sorts, who didn't like taking peoples' livers for their Nexu and also didn't really do the whole violent choking thing. Sounded more like the kind of people I'd want to be around than some darkness loving bints with red lipstick pasted round their eyes and broken souls which could only be bought and paid for by melodramatic holonovel authors. Again, really hoping in this whole 'finding Anders' endeavour that's not my thing. It will be my thing if I stray too close to one, and it chills my joints at night. I pass by a group of people and the hum of their emotional words threads through my hair like braids on a little girl.
Subtle, tight. Unravelling if not fastened securely.
I lick my lips and move forward, feet rushing past a gaggle of teenaged girls. BEST AVOIDED.
Smack! Right I go into a surly looking dude with more muscles than sense. I snarl, he's obviously on a power trip, who wouldn't be not to notice someone standing in the middle of the hallway! Who did he think he was bumping into!? I'll tell you, the respect paid nowadays is apauling! I dust off and stare him down, just like he'd stare at me had he been able to find my eyes for all his tallness. I huff off and brush off my arms.
Not worth it. The man has me in a bad mood, a twisted wreck of what should be a chipper day. My empathetic ability in the Force flows constantly like grey fog, and I lost within it search the morning dew for the next personality to come upon me strong enough that it chases the dignity away.