[OPEN] It has not occurred to her to question the singing statues

[therevanchist]

Who: Revan & Anybody
What: Revan gradually returns to protagonist form
Where: Melai Temple and environs
When: Melai Temple downtime
Warnings/Notes: probably none, will warn in subject lines/edit this if that changes

For Simmons:

[When things finally calm down and Revan can slip away to a quiet corner, she drops cross-legged to the mosaicked floor to give healing one more try. The gash on her thigh especially is going to slow her down if left to heal naturally, and that's assuming she doesn't pick up an infection, so time to make this work. The temple has been fortified by the light over who knows how many centuries, and if she can't get her act together here, it's not happening anywhere. She stills her thoughts, stepping aside to let the Force take over and knit the parted flesh the way any Jedi should be able to do, and...

...nothing happens.

The Force is there, at least, the aura of the temple peaceful around her and the life of the forest vast and deep to the edges of her perception. She can feel the minds of the others, follow the rise and fall of their emotions, pick out individuals...Dixon, Arturia, Simmons--

--her eyes open.]

Hey, Simmons. You need something?

Open:

A. Calm Blue Ocean, Goddammit

[The most basic of Jedi disciplines is meditation, but Revan hasn't been anything approaching serene lately, and the peace of the temple is an enormous help in calming her thoughts. That's why she's floating cross-legged in the air near a cluster of the singing statues, eyes half-lidded and hands upturned on knees. The more advanced practice also involves levitating objects, which is why she's raided the kitchen for the few loose things things in the temple. If you were looking for that cookpot or paring knife, you might find it floating in leisurely circles in the air around a Jedi.]

B. What's Big and Sticky?

[Revan can use a saberstaff, which is basically the same thing as a quarterstaff, except orders of magnitude more effective and cooler. Unfortunately, it looks like she's stuck with the latter for the time being, unless she starts stealing weapons from other party members, which seems antisocial. Instead, she's gathered a stack of appropriately sized and shaped branches from the forest around the temple--look, it's kept her out of trouble for several hours--but the problem is, she doesn't know what you want in a wooden weapon besides presumably not being rotten and full of questionable bugs. She does know wood has to be dry to be useful for anything, so at least she hasn't pissed off any forest spirits by uprooting a bunch of saplings, but beyond that, progress has been limited.

That said, not having the faintest clue what she's doing hasn't stopped Revan from picking up her candidates one by one to whack them against a tree. The latest one snaps, half of it going flying, and Revan shrugs and tosses the other half over her shoulder into a growing discard pile.]

Nope!

C. What Do You Mean I'm Not the Main Character? (Wildcard!)

[Revan does not handle idleness well, and with no shipboard maintenance tasks to do, she's rarely still. Sometimes it's something constructive like exercise or lightsaber forms, but just as often she's wandering aimlessly...poking into anything unusual, looking over people's shoulders, striking up conversations, offering to help regardless of what might be a total lack of qualifications. She will make friends or die trying.]

Comments

B. A Big Sap?

[awfulcer]

[Dixon's spent a good deal of time lurking around in the woods, telling people he thinks he has the flu in a hopeless attempt to try and cover up what an obvious wreck he is without booze. The worst seems to finally be over; the shakes are gone, the fever broken, the nausea subsided. His heart chugs along at a normal pace. The absence of symptoms doesn't make him feel renewed so much as burned out, the same way someone would feel after a particularly nasty stomach flu.

At least his face is fixed, mostly, the burns welded back into healed scarring by Robbie's magic.

For whatever reason, being inside the temple only seems to make him agitated, so he keeps his time in the building limited. Which means a lot of wandering around the woods, listening to Shannon and Alannah Myles and Maria Callas on his iPod (82% battery) to avoid really thinking about anything. He might have given Revan her space, but he's too busy in his own little musical world to pay attention to the crack of sticks against a tree. He stumbles on her staff-hunting entirely accidentally and obliviously. He pops his earbuds out.]

You trying to get something out of your system?

[That's, nine times out of ten, his justification for hitting people things. For all he knows, she's beating the hell out of that tree because it's one of those doing-better ways to avoid taking it out on someone else.]

get out

[therevanchist]

[No one here has pissed her off that much.

Revan dusts bits of bark off her hands and looks over at Dixon, gaze dwelling on the healed burns for a moment. It's a shame no one's powers are strong enough to get rid of the scar, but burns are nasty, and better a scar than the other possibilities.]

Nah, just trying to find one that isn't going to break when I hit a person with it.

get out: another oscar contender

[awfulcer]

You planning on hitting someone? Because I got a shitlist started.

[He's only kind of joking; it's only because he's felt like such warmed-over garbage that he hasn't been terrorizing the whole squad picking fights with Tim, Phos and god knows who else.]

Are you sure you even need a stick? I bet you could just deck someone.

i walked into that one

[therevanchist]

I really doubt those things we fought before are going to be the last things we fight at all.

[She is not helping you start an internecine war, Dixon. Especially not over stuff you said when you were drunk.

There really aren't many quicker ways to Revan's heart than telling her she's awesome, and she cracks her knuckles, grinning.]

I can go hand-to-hand if it comes to that, but having reach is always better.

[wherenoonegoes]

[The thunking of wood against wood has drawn Hiccup and Toothless out from the temple. The dragon twitches whenever a branch hits the tree. It's loud and he has sensitive hearing.]

What did those branches ever do to you?

[therevanchist]

Retroactively? Break.

[She shrugs.]

Better I find out now than when someone's trying to kill me.

[wherenoonegoes]

I hate to tell you this, but that's probably going to happen to all of them.

[He looks through the unbroken pieces of wood, just to confirm his assumption.]

Most of those aren't the right kind of wood to make a staff, and you don't use branches to make weapons anyways. You need an oak sapling. Ideally, cut during winter. Feels like we're just coming into spring now, so it won't be impossible to find what we need though. The main problem is going to be the drying time, and the lack of linseed oil to keep moisture out.

[therevanchist]

...How can sticks be so complicated?

[She believes him. She just doesn't like it.]

[suckitblue]

[ Simmons's presence is... bouncy might be a good word for it. He's not in mortal peril or being yelled at, there's a building with a roof, and something about it just feels... nice? Good? It's somehow comfortable here, enough that he's actually going around with his helmet off.

His standards are low and Simmons has been far, far worse. ]

Nah, just... You know. Checking in.

[ Like one does when one has friends. ]

Were you meditating? I didn't mean to interrupt you.

[therevanchist]

[Well, at least someone's in a good mood.]

Sort of.

[She rises in a single smooth motion, but winces as the movement pulls at the thigh wound.]

I haven't been able to use the Force to heal since I got here, but this temple's strong with the light side so I thought I'd give it another try.

[Revan doesn't think she managed to fall in the last couple days. For example, Dixon's still alive, and a Sith would absolutely have killed him. So, the healing thing is a mystery. It should be the easiest thing to do when calling on the light.]

[suckitblue]

[ Simmons sympathy-winces. ]

How bad is it?

[ He's not as fast as many of them, but a suit of armor? Really helped out. He got off light. ]

[therevanchist]

Not dangerous unless it gets infected, but it's enough to slow me down.

[Blood has stained her trouser leg around the cut and soaking farther down the leg, but it's dried to brown. Another fight would probably reopen it.]

a.

[outofresets]

[ Floating meditation is nothing new in Bart's world. It was a practice Max use to partake in regularly when he first took Bart in. Only Revan's version of it involved less speedforce lightning and more floating objects.

As quietly and cautiously as he can manage, the teen walks up to her, experimentally poking at the floating kitchen appliances. ]

[therevanchist]

[Bart's not a danger, so the Force doesn't warn her of his presence, and Revan's much too deep in meditation to notice quiet footsteps on her own. But when something disturbs the course of the objects she's controlling, she can feel it, almost as though he were poking at something physically in her hands. She opens her eyes, but none of the odds and ends deviate from their leisurely path.]

Hi.

[outofresets]

[ As Revan spoke up he pulled his hand back, clasping it self-consciously behind his back. ]

Hi...Sorry.

[ He watched the objects continue to float for a moment before asking- ]

Is...this some kind of magic?

[ It felt like a silly question to ask, almost childish, but given their circumstance, it was hard to tell what were powers (if anyone still had any) or what was this universes version of magic. ]

[therevanchist]

No, it's the Force.

[Because that is completely different, obviously. Revan seems to think so, at least.

OOC: Fourth-walling is a-ok, so it's perfectly fine if Bart knows about Jedi and whatnot, just no plot details, please.]

B

[invisibleheir]

[ Now, Arturia has a lot more experience with wielding weapons that AREN'T made of energy, so watch Revan do this to herself is a bit more than she can bear. She walks over to the pile and and crouches down, starting to sift through the pile of branches and starts making a second pile off to one side. Mostly staves and sticks that are too crooked or too rotted already to be worth using. When she finds one that looks good, she settles back and pulls out Excalibur to start trimming away extraneous foliage.

Yes it does look a bit silly. ]

I think this one will work for you.

[therevanchist]

[Hey, you work with what you've got, such as a bunch of sticks Revan pulled out of the forest like a not-very-bright retriever.]

Until we run into someone willing to donate a real weapon, anyway.

[She smirks over at Arturia, since she clearly means taking a sword away from someone stupid enough to try to use it on her.]

[invisibleheir]

[ Arturia finishes trimming the stave and then stands, going through a few stave-and-spear movements with it in fluid, graceful motions before she offers it over to Revan. ]

Somehow I have the feeling that we'll have donations sooner rather than later.

[ This place has already tried to kill them at least once. She's on board with what Revan is saying. ]

[therevanchist]

[Revan idly dusts her hands while she watches the brief show. Relaxed around Arturia, when offered the staff, she instinctively calls on the Force, and the makeshift weapon jumps the distance into her hand.]

Thanks.

[Revan spins the staff to test the balance--it's far from perfect, but she's not expecting more from what amounts to glorified firewood--and drops into a combat stance to try a few passes herself. Her technique is a little odd, roughly what you'd expect to see from someone who's used to a weapon where she can't touch most of the length.]

wildcard

[loadme]

[Monika looks on as Revan brushes up her lightsaber forms. Though to her it's unlike anything she's ever observed before. Whatever it is, she's fascinated by the display and just keeps observing until she's spotted.]

Oh, sorry.

I hope I didn't disturb you or anything.

I was just really captivated by what you were doing!

[therevanchist]

[Lightsaber drills are much more impressive when the blades are working, but even without, Revan can at least refine her footwork. There's a lot of that--impossibly long leaps and too-high flips aided by the Force.]

Ataru. It's a little flashy, I'll give you that.

[Her breaths come heavy from exertion, but she's not winded, and even in the space of a sentence, her breathing has already started to slow to normal.]

[loadme]

Ataru?

[The word is largely unfamiliar to her.]

I'm not exactly sure what that means.

Flashy or not, it looked very impressive! It must be hard to do, even with experience.

[therevanchist]

The style. It's called Ataru, probably because that sounds better than "Form IV."

[She clips her (frankly useless) lightsabers back on her belt.]

It's an advanced form...which is a dignified way of saying you'll get yourself killed if you slip up.

[Revan's not denying it's hard, because "modesty" doesn't rank among her virtues, but she also doesn't need to be told she's awesome.

Sure doesn't hurt, though.]

Monika, isn't it?

A

[googledox]

I need some of these.

[The green alien says it archly, like she should've somehow known better than to inconvenience him by using some of the kitchen implements.]

[Without asking, he reaches to pluck some of them out of the air. He plans to steal them if he's able.]

You're monopolizing some of the only useful implements we have for simple telekinesis training, when there are multitudes of non-vital items to use. Large rocks. Small rocks. Sticks. [A brief pause.] Medium rocks.