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faderift2016-08-17 12:00 am
provenforce) wrote in faderift2016-08-17 12:00 am
Lonely I, I'm so alone now [open]
WHO: Rey and you?
WHAT: Rey settling in to live in the hold
WHEN: after August 10
WHERE: various spots all over Skyhold
NOTES: I have a permissions post for her jedi magics if you're so inclined, if you want a specific starter hmu on pm or plurk.
WHAT: Rey settling in to live in the hold
WHEN: after August 10
WHERE: various spots all over Skyhold
NOTES: I have a permissions post for her jedi magics if you're so inclined, if you want a specific starter hmu on pm or plurk.
i. the ramparts
Rey is used to feeling alone. Most of her life has been a self-fulfilling prophecy of loneliness, and every time she thought she may have found a friend she was betrayed or abandoned. Standing on the ramparts overlooking the valley of the mountains she had learned were called the Frostbacks, she wraps her arms a little tighter around herself, reflecting. She'd really thought for a second that she had found her true place in the galaxy, her true calling. Now, she doesn't know what she's supposed to do.
"Probably should have gone back to Jakku," she mutters to herself, a humorless smile touching her lips as she shivers in the wind.
ii. the main hall
She picked a table that looked fairly out of the way, but was near enough to one of the sconces that she could see what she was doing. She isn't trying to stand out, and she keeps her head down, eyes focused on the partly disassembled lightsaber on the table in front of her. She's never worked on a lightsaber before, but the best way to figure out how to fix something is usually to take it apart. Everything she's carefully meticulous about, because she wants to remember how to put it back together. It's not really hers after all. Luke Skywalker would probably be upset if she ruined his old lightsaber.
"Looks like this piece blew out and..." she occasionally mutters something, as she figures out why exactly the lightsaber doesn't seem to be working, when it had been in fine working order before she'd passed through the Rift. It likely won't make sense to anyone passing by her little makeshift worktable.
iii. the library
In her wandering, Rey finds herself in Skyhold's library, and in an odd state of reverence. Paper and leather-bound books are extremely uncommon on Jakku, the weather and poor living conditions making it extremely impractical to keep something that could become ruined so easily. She walks the stacks, just looking at all the different books, and absently picking one with an interesting script on the spine. She opens it, expecting to find a new world of knowledge, but the look of disappointment that flashes across her face is plain as she realizes she can't read the script on the page.
"This isn't Basic, how do they read this?" she frowns down at the pages, turning a few as if that will divulge it's secrets.
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"The Galactic Republic hasn't existed in nearly fifty years. I don't know a lot of what happened, then. It's probably recorded properly somewhere, but I spent the past twelve years of my life on Jakku. Most of what I learned was from traders." The odd educational program from her computer as well, but those weren't exactly up-to-date.
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The Republic has fallen.
He says it wonderingly, as if the concept doesn't, quite, seem to belong to reality. Even in this reality, a world with real magic and inter-dimensional rifts, and the Fade... That seems impossible.
But she isn't lying, or at least she's very good at it. And it would explain how she didn't know Anakin Skywalker, how she was ignorant of the lightsaber's origin, or his own appearance, how she... thought he was dead, or old, or both.
No. No, leave it. This isn't the time-- but later, later he'll pull this apart, and meditate on the subject. Later, there'll be time for a more private despair. Obi-Wan shakes it off.
"Rey, did you say your name was?" The immediate problem before him is Rey herself, "The Force is strong with you."
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"That's what I've been told," her arms drop to her sides again, and she taps the lightsaber lightly with one finger, nodding her head. "I didn't know until recently. I was supposed to find Luke Skywalker, so he could train me. I think I found him, but... it might have been part of a dream, before I woke up here."
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Well. Very well.
"I'm no Skywalker," And thank the Force for that, the world can barely handle the one, what would happen if there were two, "But I have trained an Apprentice to knighthood before. With your consent, of course."
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"You'd really teach me?"
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Hadn't he gotten into trouble this way, once before?
"I can't officially grant the title of Jedi, without the approval of the Jedi Council, but I can train you. And it would be my honor to teach you, Rey," He takes a breath, and in that lies a significant pause, "Assuming you... Don't mind being taught by a ninety-year-old dead man."
Salt is a vital mineral, you know.
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"Well, you look pretty good for ninety and dead, all things considered," she replies, the slight embarrassment she's feeling showing on her face.
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"Alright, then. Why don't we begin with writing, for a start..."
And then he pulls out the little guide he'd written for himself on a carefully folded square of paper. It's a little bedraggled, but he doesn't need it much, anymore-- here, for you, Rey.
"It's no universal translator, but I think this will help."
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"Thank you. I guess I'm lucky you were here first, or I'd have to do this myself." Looking at his guide it probably wouldn't have taken her long to figure out, but really, she learned droid binary.