hey there MoM it's me ya boy
WHO: ezra + others!
WHERE: varies, specified by thread
WHEN: varies, specified by thread
WHAT: ezra bugs a bunch of different people all over
WARNINGS: n/a currently, will update if needed
WHERE: varies, specified by thread
WHEN: varies, specified by thread
WHAT: ezra bugs a bunch of different people all over
WARNINGS: n/a currently, will update if needed

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Cecelia's arms remain folded as she regards this fashion mistake of a shape, scanning him up and down before fixing on the darkness under the hood. such a sight would've unnerved her more as a girl, but she's seen more than her share of hooded sorts, and in a world like this? some of the worst kinds don't even bother obscuring their face.
even so, she can't rule out such an obvious display of suspicious attire; those tropes exist for a reason!]
And I'm afraid this place isn't intrinsically the sort you come and go from with any amount of frequency. That's not what it's designed for.
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[Ezra lets out a breath, and then lets down his hood as well, a hand staying to pet the animal at his side. He's a man of almost 30, though something about him makes him seem younger and older than that at the same time.]
Look, I don't really get involved in any of... you know. I'm just passing through. Promise.
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still, not knowing him immediately doesn't mean he's not worth considering a bit deeper -- especially with the almost-elvish quality to his eyes.
it'd be nice to have a hunch be right that wasn't a hunch about doom; please let him just be some humble druid this time...!
Cecelia shakes her head slightly.]
Not unless you can strip the very sense of this place from your memory yourself, I'm afraid. I don't know you, I don't know how long you've been about, roaming, but you must have gotten some inkling of the stirrings going on about the land.
Any footprints you leave will guide fouler sorts here to do us harm.
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[Which is obviously easier said than done, but it's a little easier done when you're a Jedi.]
While I don't think I can erase my own memory, though I guess I've never tried... [he says as if he's actually considering it as a possibility] I can promise no one's going to get in there. It wouldn't be great for me personally if I was being followed constantly and having my mind read, you know?
[Once your ex-boyfriend starts mentally influencing everyone around him, having a mental shield turns out to be pretty important. Along with all the other Force users doing their things.]
Anyways, all I'm looking for is a quiet place I can rest and meditate for a while and then I'll be gone. If anything, I'm more interested in these furry inhabitants than anything else in this forest.
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So you'll have no qualms of simply detouring from your current course, then?
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[His face is like :3c, as always. It's an annoying habit he hasn't broken yet. Not that he's tried to break it either.]
Just need somewhere I can set up camp. [Ezra gives the creature a little scratch under its neck, and it happily chitters.] I'll ask him if you're not gonna be any help.
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but she can't sleep well being heartless, either.]
...Perhaps some amenities can be brought to you. If you so wish.
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[He's teasing, of course, and his new animal friend seems to be laughing along with him.]
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On second thought, I doubt a man wandering the wilderness has much want or need for soaps. Or food or canvas for shelter. Or anything else that one may find useful...
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[He lifts up an arm to inspect...]
I don't smell that bad, right?
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her eyebrow twitches, though her tone stays fairly level after clearing her throat.]
I can't actually tell, sir, if you mean to just fritter away time in such a way...or if you actually mean to ask anything of me at all at this point.
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[Manners. He holds out his hand to her, because that totally makes sense after the other thing he just did.]
I'm Tristan. [And no longer being honest.] And I thought you wouldn't want me to ask you anything. Considering your... everything. I'm still up for amenities, though.
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Cecelia. And I'm reclusive, not cruel. I'll not have anyone wandering the mountains completely unprepared to do so, lest it be their wish.
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[He means it sincerely, but somehow it comes off otherwise. Maybe because of everything else... whoops.]
Am I allowed to ask questions? About you and this place. You're allowed to ask questions about me. Just, for the record.
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[yet she looks unimpressed, folding her arms.]
But I don't guarantee satisfactory answers.
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[He holds up his hands, quickly realizing that might be a problematic question]
Fine with no specifics! Just, the general deal.
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he probably means more "general" than the bloody mountains.]
...In a country still more-or-less known as America.