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]

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.