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wilderlogs2018-03-30 04:11 pm
therevanchist) wrote in wilderlogs2018-03-30 04:11 pm
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[OPEN] It has not occurred to her to question the singing statues
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.]
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.]
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No. [It's legitimately the most unconvincing lie he's ever told, and he's been a solid user of 'the dog ate my homework' since it ever occurred to him that he could pretend to have a dog.]
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One of the healers might be able to help.
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I just need to...
[There's a groove in his lower lip where he's been biting it the last few nights.]
...figure out what the hell I did that first day to hold it off a little.
[Look, Revan, he's down for you hitting him with one of those defective sticks.]
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She drums her fingers against her thigh, that frustrating feeling of having all the pieces but not being able to put the puzzle together tugging at her. After the revelations on the Leviathan, she never wants to be caught out like that again, but this can't possibly be as bad--no one's conspiring to keep the light from dawning on Dixon. Probably.
...The light.
"He aimed one at my head and the shield started glowing," followed by the previously sober Dixon behaving like he'd made it through half a bottle of some Tatooine moonshine on his own.]
Oh.
["I am an idiot," she doesn't say, because Revan never thinks that about herself.]
The shield.
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[Despite having more of the information, Dixon’s decidedly not as quick on the uptake. He takes a look at the thing, the Ebbing PD insignia basically mocking him every time he looks at it. The weight of things seems to fall on him, things slowly clicking into place. He hasn’t quite threaded the needle but he realizes she has.
He looks back at Revan like he’s expecting her to call him an idiot or something, preemptively hurt and defensive.]
You figure something out? [That kicked expression is replaced with something tentatively hopeful. Desperate and tentative.]
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You used the shield and suddenly you felt drunk. What if it's a side effect?
[She stops herself from giving an example, since Dixon's shown a tendency to get sidetracked easily, and they probably don't have reflex enhancers where he's from, anyway.]
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He doesn’t want to get his hopes up. The last time he did that for anything they got pretty dramatically crushed. But he feels it, the rush of unconscious chemical in his body that prepares itself for both relief and disappointment. And he doesn’t particularly want Revan to be witness to either, but she’s here, so he just has to deal with that.
He straps his arm into the shield.]
Okay. Worse that happens is you break a stick.
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Have you noticed your stance improves when you're holding it?
[It occurs to her too late that calling attention to the fact might have him tripping over his own feet as he starts overthinking things. Oops.
...Okay, that's probably not a concern here.]
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[Oh, he's definitely noticed. He went from able to throw a punch to able to beat the hell out of a monster. It's an upgrade, to say the least. He settles into a stance that someone who'd been in combat with a shield for twenty years would take, effortless, familiar, even elegant. It's a far cry from his usual slouch and amble.]
I think it's trying to get me to keep up with the rest of you. ["It" being either the shield or the powers that be, which, if they exist, Dixon finds quite optimistic. If they really wanted him to keep up they'd have just scrapped that idea and gotten someone else entirely.]