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once_reborn) wrote in etrayalogs2024-05-02 09:24 pm
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WHO: Mal Durrish and YOU
WHEN: Early May
WHERE: Various
WHAT: Mal keeping up and meeting people - open to all new/existing interactions! Happy to build on existing CR or meet new people!
NOTES\WARNINGS: Will add if needed.
(Meeting your friendly neighbourhood Jedi...)
Target Practice - Open!
She kept to the outskirts for this part of her training, certainly. It wasn't that it was necessary, per se. Military service and then Jedi training had kept her weapons skills pretty sharp. And Jedi from the older versions of the Order might find the idea of a Jedi doing blaster practice to be a bit...gauche, or at the very least unusual - but practice definitely made perfect. Especially here, where she didn't know she could count on much of anything.
At one end of the clearing she'd set up a few cans at various distances. She stood at the other, checking over her trusty Bryar pistol. It was the sidearm of choice of the Jedi Master Kyle Katarn - whom she had a little bit of hero worship for, all things said and done. But it also was just a damn good choice, quite frankly. Not as powerful as a BlasTech, and not as flashy - but it'd be accurate and reliable.
She had made sure it was cleaned, readied - and took aim at the first can, standing firmly. There was a light choom sound, the blaster bucked slightly, and a yellow bolt of energy shot out across the clearing, blasting the first can off of its resting place. Ok, not so bad.
She nodded, approving, and set her sights for the next shot.
Saber Practice - Open!
Nearer in to the Apartments, she found the first open ground she could. Slowly she drew out a circle in the dirt with a boot, then settled herself in the center of it. The heavy cylinder of her lightsaber was taken from her hip, held in front of her. She took a deep breath, centered herself in the Force, and in the moment, and then ignited the weapon.
With a snap-hiss and a slight hint of ozone on the air, the blue blade shone in the light of the early morning. She settled into the first form, and for a moment, she stilled. Then, slowly at first, she began to move through each of the positions. Whatever doubts she had disappeared in these moments. This she could do, this she could always rely on - moving with precision from step to step, saber moving from place to place.
Then the movements became more elaborate; practice cuts and parries, shifting from movement to movement with quick ease. The lightsaber made its unique sounds as it cut through the air - and to anybody observing, it would appear to be a matter of grace. Her movements are smooth, seemingly easy - and gaining complexity by the moment.
Exercise - Open!
She could also be found in workout clothes, for once actually disposing of the hooded jacket, long sleeves, and gloves that seemed to be an absolute uniform for her. The lightsaber remained at her hip, because some things were universal, but the black exercise shirt was new. The bare arms revealed scars, here and there - signs that her life had certainly not been one in which the word softness had featured.
But it might not be noticeable since she'd be jogging when someone ran into her, or at best stretching before doing so - she wasn't pushing herself for speed, not this time, but she was aiming for endurance.
She followed a route that wound through most of this strange place; controlling her breathing and coming to a stop once after every lap of her circulating.
Maybe you are doing similar, or run into her when she stops to drink from a canteen, or grabbing a towel from her small pack to wipe off her face and neck.
Diner - Open!
Of course, a woman has to eat - and the diner has become a favourite haunt of hers. In part because the caf - or coffee, as other universes seem to call it - is excellent to her taste buds. But also because there's so much food there that is both tasty but also that she's never seen before.
She has a little sheet of paper on the table next to her - the menu is written out on it, with check boxes next to every item. One by one, she's trying everything, and a good number are checked off already. The problem being that she's discovered a few favourites, which keep tempting her back.
First and foremost? Waffles. What universe came up with these? Fluffy and crunchy at the same time; can be topped with nearly everything - though this Maple syrup is just...wonderful.
She may be on her second helping.
CYA!
[Always happy to open up custom prompts! Drop me a PM or contact me on plurk if you have an idea!]
WHEN: Early May
WHERE: Various
WHAT: Mal keeping up and meeting people - open to all new/existing interactions! Happy to build on existing CR or meet new people!
NOTES\WARNINGS: Will add if needed.
(Meeting your friendly neighbourhood Jedi...)
Target Practice - Open!
She kept to the outskirts for this part of her training, certainly. It wasn't that it was necessary, per se. Military service and then Jedi training had kept her weapons skills pretty sharp. And Jedi from the older versions of the Order might find the idea of a Jedi doing blaster practice to be a bit...gauche, or at the very least unusual - but practice definitely made perfect. Especially here, where she didn't know she could count on much of anything.
At one end of the clearing she'd set up a few cans at various distances. She stood at the other, checking over her trusty Bryar pistol. It was the sidearm of choice of the Jedi Master Kyle Katarn - whom she had a little bit of hero worship for, all things said and done. But it also was just a damn good choice, quite frankly. Not as powerful as a BlasTech, and not as flashy - but it'd be accurate and reliable.
She had made sure it was cleaned, readied - and took aim at the first can, standing firmly. There was a light choom sound, the blaster bucked slightly, and a yellow bolt of energy shot out across the clearing, blasting the first can off of its resting place. Ok, not so bad.
She nodded, approving, and set her sights for the next shot.
Saber Practice - Open!
Nearer in to the Apartments, she found the first open ground she could. Slowly she drew out a circle in the dirt with a boot, then settled herself in the center of it. The heavy cylinder of her lightsaber was taken from her hip, held in front of her. She took a deep breath, centered herself in the Force, and in the moment, and then ignited the weapon.
With a snap-hiss and a slight hint of ozone on the air, the blue blade shone in the light of the early morning. She settled into the first form, and for a moment, she stilled. Then, slowly at first, she began to move through each of the positions. Whatever doubts she had disappeared in these moments. This she could do, this she could always rely on - moving with precision from step to step, saber moving from place to place.
Then the movements became more elaborate; practice cuts and parries, shifting from movement to movement with quick ease. The lightsaber made its unique sounds as it cut through the air - and to anybody observing, it would appear to be a matter of grace. Her movements are smooth, seemingly easy - and gaining complexity by the moment.
Exercise - Open!
She could also be found in workout clothes, for once actually disposing of the hooded jacket, long sleeves, and gloves that seemed to be an absolute uniform for her. The lightsaber remained at her hip, because some things were universal, but the black exercise shirt was new. The bare arms revealed scars, here and there - signs that her life had certainly not been one in which the word softness had featured.
But it might not be noticeable since she'd be jogging when someone ran into her, or at best stretching before doing so - she wasn't pushing herself for speed, not this time, but she was aiming for endurance.
She followed a route that wound through most of this strange place; controlling her breathing and coming to a stop once after every lap of her circulating.
Maybe you are doing similar, or run into her when she stops to drink from a canteen, or grabbing a towel from her small pack to wipe off her face and neck.
Diner - Open!
Of course, a woman has to eat - and the diner has become a favourite haunt of hers. In part because the caf - or coffee, as other universes seem to call it - is excellent to her taste buds. But also because there's so much food there that is both tasty but also that she's never seen before.
She has a little sheet of paper on the table next to her - the menu is written out on it, with check boxes next to every item. One by one, she's trying everything, and a good number are checked off already. The problem being that she's discovered a few favourites, which keep tempting her back.
First and foremost? Waffles. What universe came up with these? Fluffy and crunchy at the same time; can be topped with nearly everything - though this Maple syrup is just...wonderful.
She may be on her second helping.
CYA!
[Always happy to open up custom prompts! Drop me a PM or contact me on plurk if you have an idea!]
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One might expect someone to sound a little more surprised about all the stuff the other is listing out, since it's definitely a wild, wild list.. But it's not so different from the sort of world Fabian comes from, so there's more just a nod of acknowledgement and experience at the same time. Yeah, that sounds about like what he's used to.
"I guess it means we're working with a pretty similar standard." Maybe a little different, since he's pretty sure Spyre doesn't have.. space.. wasps..?
...
He'll have to ask Adaine or Riz about that later for sure. They'd know better than him, probably.
"So that means the creatures we saw so far weren't that dangerous at all, right?" In comparison. "I saw a lion before, but me and another person already took care of that before it could be a threat to anyone. It really wasn't that hard."
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"Well, they eat people."
He says it so confidently, even though Fabian doesn't know for sure whether or not lions eat people.. It sure isn't something he learned for a fact, anyway. Maybe he's just assuming very, very confidently here.
"So of course they're going to be dangerous! We can't have them around here, especially since not everyone knows how to handle one of those things, you know? I don't want anyone to get hurt when they're just trying to get back to their apartment!"
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"Being mauled trying to open your door is to be discouraged," she agreed, with a bit of a huff and smile.
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Look, Fabian didn't get the welcome speech himself.. And him only having gotten the information second-hand through other people's words makes it still very unclear to him what Echo is exactly.
"--they aren't here to look out for us."
Or they wouldn't be putting them in a place where there's such obvious danger. Where people could die, if they aren't careful.
"So we have to look out for ourselves. And for each other."
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A weather eye is never bad, in her experience.
"It's all a big strange thing, isn't it?"
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"Just a thing?"
Granted, he gets what she's going for. This entire situation is strange. Maybe not as strange to Fabian as it would be to other people, given some of his own experiences back home, but-- he can still recognize it's definitely strange. Especially when so many things about it just plainly don't make sense.
"I say a lot of us have definitely ended up in a situation that's a little above our pay grade." Judging by what he's heard from some others.. "Not for me though. This whole saving the world thing is kind of what I just do at this point, I suppose."
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"It's a hell of a job, but somebody's got to do it. Unfortunately, that somebody is always us."
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.. such a humble brag. And yet Fabian doesn't say it like he thinks he's bragging. Instead it just sounds like he thinks this is just.. a normal thing somehow. Rich boy privilege, truly.
"The adventuring is all for fun! I mean, someone's got to keep the world safe, so it might as well be someone who knows what they're doing, right? If things all work out here, it certainly wouldn't be the first time in my life that I have saved the world!"
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"Wow, that's definitely a positive way to look at it."
It's all she can say, really. It sounds so...straightforward.
"So what kind of adventuring?"
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"It depends. My party has fought all sorts of threats by now. There was Kalvaxus, who was this real big dragon, and then the Nightmare King, and then the Night Yorb.. Oh, and those were just the real big bads we fought!"
.. sounds like he's sure been dealing with a lot of enemies, considering how relatively easily Fabian lists those. After a while saving the world just becomes something you do every once in a while. And then you just leave out the part where you were hurt and exhausted and really didn't want to do it anymore-- you know, to make yourself look better.
"We are more or less the crew that gets called in every single time the word is in danger now." You know, just a group of high school kids, since Fabian definitely looks like a teenager.
It's all very normal.
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"Well, sounds like fun. At least you're getting paid a significant amount - we do it for free, like suckers.
Chuckling at the end, since she's kidding - mostly, anyway. A good night's lodging and a meal might not go awry, really.
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Hey, at least it kind of sounds like he might be able to relate to Mal's comment about doing it for free like suckers, but it doesn't seem like Fabian is quite done with talking just yet. After a beat he adds, "I just get paid about 5,000 gold pieces per month from my trust at the bank!"
Sorry, Mal.
He's one of those people very oblivious to their own rich privilege.. At least he doesn't sound mean about it or anything. In fact, Fabian doesn't sound like he's bragging. Like he thinks 5,000 gold pieces per month is just a normal thing to get, especially without having to work or do anything else for it.
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She shakes her head. She can't really translate 5,000 gold pieces, but it sounds like a lot, certainly.
"Well, Jedi like me - we kinda do it free of charge. Part of our thing, I guess."
Said with good humour, at least.
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It's like an unpaid internship.
"Hey, you need to make it sound cooler than that!" He protests, though with a smile on his face. Like he's keeping it light, or just joking. He even reaches out to give her a friendly pat on the back, jock-style. "Instead of calling it 'part of your thing', you should say 'it's because I'm just that good and generous!' Sounds much better, right?"
Yes, Mal. You're getting free image improvement classes over here. Involuntarily, even.
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"Well, it sounds good, but we're really not supposed to lie like that, either, you know? Effective though that one would be."
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He scoffs, though it's not in an annoyed kind of way. If anything, Fabian still sounds pretty cheery about it. Playful, even.
"Are you saying it's not true? Are you not good, nor generous?"
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It's hard for her to explain, really. That the very idea of exaggerating is a bit of anathema, because of her past. That because of where she's been, truth, humility - these matter all the more to her.