hey there MoM it's me ya boy

[lothal]

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

Comments

[lothal]

Then maybe you should recheck its schematics? Since that's what I'm gonna do.

[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.

[sighsheavily]

[Cecelia doesn't answer right away, instead taking a moment to scan over the features of his face. hundreds of years of faces and conversations make even a sharp memory something hard to scour, and she doesn't get the immediate stab of familiarity from him the way others have before. she knew so many back then -- when she was just a girl, a fussy fool who blustered around like an errant stormcloud, hardly able to realize what she had and what she frivolously cast aside out of pride.

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.

[lothal]

Exactly, which is why I stay out of things.

[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.

[sighsheavily]

[there's a flatness to her expression that pretty much explains what she thinks about that promise of being mind-reader free. as if a guarantee like that can really fly in a world like this...! no, not with some of the news fluttering in from empires that have cropped up.]

So you'll have no qualms of simply detouring from your current course, then?

[lothal]

Technically I don't have a course at all?

[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.

[sighsheavily]

[meanwhile, her face is very >:T as she ponders this mystery of a man. she can't afford to be too generous, not with the way things are shaping...

but she can't sleep well being heartless, either.]

...Perhaps some amenities can be brought to you. If you so wish.

[lothal]

Amenities? Like what? Do you have those little tiny shampoo bottles they always have at hotels?

[He's teasing, of course, and his new animal friend seems to be laughing along with him.]

[sighsheavily]

[that earns him a flat, unamused stare.]

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...

[lothal]

Like I said, I'll just ask the animals.

[He lifts up an arm to inspect...]

I don't smell that bad, right?

[sighsheavily]

[eugh, how crude. in front of a lady? really?

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.

[lothal]

Oh. Right.

[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.

[sighsheavily]

[the hand is left hanging for a bit before she caves to propriety and offers her own in ladylike fashion.]

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.

[lothal]

Thanks for your generosity.

[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.

[sighsheavily]

You are.

[yet she looks unimpressed, folding her arms.]

But I don't guarantee satisfactory answers.

[lothal]

Oookay. Where am I?

[He holds up his hands, quickly realizing that might be a problematic question]

Fine with no specifics! Just, the general deal.

[sighsheavily]

[she blinks slowly.

he probably means more "general" than the bloody mountains.]

...In a country still more-or-less known as America.