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[semi-open] I will be your shining light

WHO: Rey, Obi-Wan, open
WHAT: a reunion, and open
WHEN: after the rifters get to Kirkwall, and throughout Cloudreach.
WHERE: the docks, the Gallows
NOTES: will add if they become relevant

The Docks - Obi-Wan

Rey is tired after the trip to Orlais and looking forward to taking a bath and sleeping in her own bed for a change. But she can't help opening her senses as she disembarks, feeling out the Force, looking for Ben. What she doesn't expect is to sense someone else, someone she had grimly accepted she would never feel again.

She stops where she stands, Padawan looking at her quizzically as she freezes, trying to zero in on where he is. Obi-Wan.

When she determines the direction she takes off running down the docks, the Force guiding her. She catches sight of him and pushes herself faster, even as her vision blurs from tears welling in her eyes. She doesn't slow down until she crashes into him, throwing her arms around him with a sob. She's been so unsure of so much lately, but she can't help the profound relief washing over her as she feels the presence of her master once again.

Open - Training yard

She's back to one lightsaber, not that she minds. It's easier to control one than two, and she's more comfortable this way. The lightsaber that she had come to think of as hers in her hand, her first line of defense against demons and whatever else stands in her way.

For the moment she's running through her forms, things she learned under Obi-Wan, and a few she'd improvised, modified from Kylo Ren's fighting style. She holds the ignited saber in front of her, sweeping it in a slow arc, pacing her breathing, before speeding up, taking herself through motions she's practiced what feels like a thousand times, now.

Her chosen training spot is a little out of the way, but the low hum of the saber usually attracts some attention.

Open - Rey's Workshop

Often in the evenings, unless Rey is working on something or wanting private time, she'll leave the door to her room open so that Padawan can come and go, and so that others who might need her services can pop in. Or just so friends can pop in. The usual organized chaos of her room stands regardless of the day, and she is usually sitting at her desk, bent over something or another.

Her current project is another series of mini trebuchets that can be used in the obstacle course, and they sit around her desk in a varied state of disarray, some fully constructed, others waiting to be finished. She will look up when someone walks in, and if it's someone she doesn't recognize her tools will go down and she'll stand, asking who they are. If it's a friend they'll just get a smile and a wave as Rey finishes whatever she's in the middle of doing. She can talk and tinker, she's good at multitasking.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Nari hums approvingly at the suggestion. "I think I see what you're getting at, and if it does exist I haven't seen its like. It'd certainly work for the course, but scaling it up-- if that's something the division was interested in-- might be a bit harder. We need most of that metal for arms and armor," she raises a questioning eyebrow, "which is not a problem where you're from?"

Nari has a fair point, one that Rey should have been aware of, but she was getting a little caught up in the project. She smiles a little sheepishly, nodding her head.

"Metal is one thing that's always been in abundance where I'm from. We could probably use wood for most of the mechanism instead for larger ones... It may break down faster but it could be reinforced with bolts."

Nari hadn't meant to cause any embarrassment, so she shakes her head quickly, "We design with what we know. That's part of why it's a gift to work with you, Chloe, and Kylo. You think outside the limitations the rest of us have grown with, and it's already given us an edge that Corypheus and his army doesn't have.

If we were to be in a siege situation, the metal we have may well be better used in this kind of design. A better assault on fortifications means fewer ground troops needed, which means less arms and armor needed, and most importantly, means fewer deaths." She crosses her arms and shifts her stance, considering. Thinking about a full-on assault wasn't pleasant, not with having come to care for several of the people who were likely to be in that front-line.

"That's for another day, though. It'll work brilliantly for what we've got going here."

Rey's eyebrows shoot up at the mention of Kylo, and she quickly tries to cover it by frowning deeply down at her sketchpad, like she's concentrating very intently. She's glad to hear he's working with others, though. Even if he'd been sort of reluctant about it.

She nods at what Nari's saying, looking up at her with a small smile.

"It works on the small scale, we can worry about the bigger picture when we get there." If they got there, which is entirely likely. A full-scale assault against Corypheus had to happen eventually, but it's not something she loves thinking about. It'd be easier if they could just keep going the way they have been. But nothing is ever easy.

Having wanted to mention her gratitude for the rifters that were working with the team, it'd felt right to name them all. Nari would, however, be lying if she were to say she hadn't been watching Rey a tiny bit closer when she mentioned the tall taciturn fellow who had arrived from wherever it was they both called home; catching the flying eyebrows makes a smile twitch at the corner of her mouth.

There was still a bit of business, however, so she hefts and waves the larger scroll she'd come in with. It's a familiar one, the overall layout of their course.

"Have you got room to stretch this out so we can add in some positioning notes on these?"

"Um," Rey hesitates, looking around her room for a surface large enough to accommodate the plans without needing major rearranging. After a moment she nods her head, standing to make her way over to the table near the fire, sweeping a variety of oddly shaped and brightly colored blocks off into a box set beside the table.

"Over here," she says, lifting up what will look to Nari like just a weird vaguely disc-shaped object made up of blocks similar to the ones she just swept into the box, but to anyone who knows, it's a model of the YT-1300f light freighter known as the Millennium Falcon. She carefully sets the model down on a smaller table next to one of the chairs near the fireplace, before turning back to the table.

Nari tilts her head to peer curiously at the model as it's lifted and moved. It's not made out of any material she's seen before. "Something from your world?" she asks, nodding at it while unrolling the plan on the table. She pulls a palmful of pebbles from a pouch at her belt and drops them within reach of the both of them, moving a few of them to prospective places for the little siege engines.

Rey smiles and nods.

"It's a model of my ship. The Millennium Falcon. Funny thing is, this box of blocks came through a rift, complete with instructions on how to put this together." She could have figured it out without the instructions, of course, but the instructions had been interesting. Logos had been scratched out, and the words had been a language she didn't know, but the pictures had been easy to follow along with.

crouching down next to the table Rey looks over the plans, a small smile on her face. They'd certainly done something impressive, despite not having high tech tools at their disposal.

Hearing Rey call it a ship makes Nari look back at it again. How was that a ship? Must be one of those ones that fly. She shakes her head-- amazing.

"Do you miss it?" she asks, frowning thoughtfully and shifting a few of the stones back and forth before gesturing for Rey to change them about. After all, she knew more about the capabilities of her machines than Nari did. "Flying, I mean."

Rey chews on her lip as she looks over the plans, picking up a few stones and moving them around, nudging a few of the ones Nari placed into slightly different positions.

"I do. I used to fill my hours with flight simulators, and when I got to fly for real..." she remembers that first time. It hadn't been the Falcon, it had been the ship that she'd rebuilt from a buried Ghtroc 690 the wind storms had unearthed. The ship that Devi and Strunk had stolen from her. Still, the memory of the flight is a good one.

"There's nothing like flying."

She can imagine, sort of, inasmuch as one can envision something they have no true allegory for. A quilt of bits and pieces; the endless sky seen from the top of a cliff, the feeling of ascent in a jump, the wind rushing past in the tight corridor of a ravine. What the loss of such a combination might be.

"I'm sorry," Nari says simply. She darts her eyes across the rocks. They look good, so she pulls the charcoal stick from behind her ear and starts lifting them, drawing little stylized triangles in the places Rey had marked. "I know what it's like to miss a home you may never return to. It must be harder still to miss an entire world." She pauses for a few moments in respect of that before casually saying "But you have someone to miss it with now, hm? Kylo's from your plane, isn't he?"

Rey sits back on her heels, watching Nari sketch the triangles out, her lips pressed together. She does miss home, but there's so many things here in Thedas that she's come to care about. She has more friends here than she'd ever had in her life back there.

It's a strange feeling, to both miss something and not, at once.

At the mention of Kylo her eyes shift to Nari, nostrils flaring slightly.

"Yeah, he is. Two more from our galaxy showed up in this last rift, too. Obi-Wan is back, and Poe Dameron."

She'll lift her eyebrows, finishing up the rest of the marks. "So many! Are you pleased to see them all?"

It's not as if Rey could choose who falls out of the Rifts.

"I don't know Poe well, but I'm happy to see him. B--Kylo I wasn't happy to see, at first." She winkles her nose a little, having barely caught herself on his name. She doesn't like calling him Kylo, but he still introduces himself as such, so she's trying to respect it.

"I think this place will be good for him, though. And Obi-Wan... He's from a time before mine but he was here before. We grew close, so I'm very happy he's back." The smile is back as she lifts herself up, moving to sit on the edge of one of the chairs. "I didn't really think I'd see so many people from there here."

"I'm glad your friend has returned to you," Nari says with a smile. Especially since it meant that rifters could return. Maybe there was hope for Sam and Cyril yet.

The smile quirks up into a grin. "I don't suppose Poe and Obi-Wan are also builders?" she asks. The group of them seemed to be from one of the most advanced universes as far as technology went. Perhaps someday Rey could even fly again.

"And Kylo... at first?"

[sorry I was gone~~ lmk if you ever just want to wrap the rest :) ]

"Obi-Wan not so much, Poe... I don't know. Any pilot worth his salt should be able to do maintenance on their own craft, but I don't know him that well." She looked forward to that changing. Finn and BB-8 had spoken so highly of the man, she hoped he lived up to her expectations. The Best Pilot in the Resistance, supposedly.

At Nari's next question Rey tries not to blush, sitting back in her chair all the same, like shifting away from where the light is brightest will help.

"We've... resolved some of our differences." More than some, really.

[ never girl-talk forever. ]

[eeexcellent~]

"I suppose having had some previous differences explains him alternating between looking like a stormcloud and watching you thoughtfully," Nari replies lightly, trying (and failing, given that her eyes are obviously alight with mischief) to pretend she's not fishing for a reaction.

All right, so maybe she wants to be the one doing the teasing once in a while.

Rey looks over at Nari, her brow furrowed at that.

"W-Oh. While we were working on the obstacle course." She bites the inside of her lip, looking away from the elf for a moment before looking back at her. "We used to be enemies. I'm the one that gave him that scar on his face."

"That certainly counts as previous differences," Nari says wryly, shifting to lean her hip on the table. "But if you were able to come to this kind of peace so quickly, it seems like the source of it may have been however things were in your world, not how things truly are between the two of you."

"It's... complicated." She knows that things aren't entirely resolved between her and Ben. They've sort of tabled all their differences, put aside the hurt and the anger in favor of sharing a bed and walking down the street holding hands. As Rey fidgets her hands go first to the necklace she's wearing, thumb absently rubbing down the inscription she'd carved into the blue crystal, before she looks down at her wrist and sees the bracelet Ben had given her.

It's odd, wearing so many reminders. She's never been much for adornment.

"We have a connection. The power I have- he has it too, and it's tied us together somehow. We called a truce when he first arrived, in favor of working together to get home. Then we started spending time together and... that led to other things." She blushes a little, thinking of that first kiss in her tent.

"I remember," Nari says, nodding thoughtfully. "You used it together in the red lyrium mines, against that massive corrupted giant." It had been impressive, to say the least. She'd be more unnerved and wary if she hadn't come to trust Rey, and through Rey, Kylo. "Probably saved both us and the rest of the Inquisition forces a great deal of trouble."

And then: Oh-hooo? The elf grins as Rey's cheeks tint a little pink. "Solving previous differences?" she asks cheekily, obviously meaning Something Else.

This is such a weird topic of conversation, Rey doesn't entirely know how to have it. She bites the inside of her lip, looking anywhere but Nari, like she might spot something that will change the subject.

"We still have our differences. More... we're trying to put them aside." She sighs, a little reluctantly. She and Ben had agreed they weren't going to keep a secret of their involvement with one-another, of course, but it's very different, deciding something and actually talking about it.

"There might have been lips involved in that decision."

Sensing Rey's discomfort and watching her gaze dart around, Nari looks immediately and wholly apologetic for having been ribbing her-- after all, being confused about the subject and on the receiving end of such things had certainly felt strange and a little discomfiting.

She's about to apologize and go back to talking about more comfortable topics like massive weapons of war when Rey mentions lip-related decisions and she perks right back up. She does, however, wave her hands in an attempt to reassure the other woman that she oughtn't feel pressured to continue. "Oh-- I-- that's all entirely your business. I don't mean to pry."

That doesn't mean the elf doesn't look a little hopeful that Rey will continue. (After all, she's been wondering about these types of things.)

Rey lets out a small laugh, shaking her head.

"No I-- This is what normal girl friends do, isn't it? Talk about boys and kissing and... all those things that I have no idea about because I've never had someone to talk about with friends before. Or friends, really." Which was a little less true now than it would have been a year ago, but the part about never having a boy to talk about to her friends was absolutely true. She doesn't even know what she's doing with him half the time.

"I'm glad," says Nari, her expression relaxing. It quickly turns sheepish, though, her hand raising to run back through her hair. "That you consider me a friend, not that you didn't have friends. Or have someone to talk to them about."

She's good at this too; the hesitance at the corner of her smile is enough to speak to that. "From what I've seen, he seems..." A study in contradictions. Half calm, half wild, tightly controlled, but prone to bursts of feeling. "...difficult," she finishes with a quiet half-smile, the word spoken in her mind by a different voice than her own. "But a good man. Not the type who'll often be judged correctly the first time."

"I suspect you know him better than most," she says. "Do you think he'd be cross if you told me who you know him to be? That is, if you'd like."

Edited 2018-05-14 02:08 (UTC)

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