Bodhi Rook (
imthepilot) wrote in
milliways_bar2017-01-26 04:15 pm
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Bodhi makes his way to the library after a few more nights of not sleeping and not coping. Only now he’s not alone. Myrrh the forge cat has adopted Bodhi and has taken to riding around on his shoulder.
Bodhi’s currently curled up on the library floor, almost catatonic. A datapad with The History of the Rebellion open on it has fallen from his hand.
Myrrh is perched on the human’s knee, hissing at anyone who gets too near.
{ooc: the probably of Rogue One spoilers in this thread is high. Very high. Tags are open to all and as always, if you’re worried about spoilers or anything, PM me first and we’ll plan something out.}
[tiny tag - Bodhi Rook]
Bodhi’s currently curled up on the library floor, almost catatonic. A datapad with The History of the Rebellion open on it has fallen from his hand.
Myrrh is perched on the human’s knee, hissing at anyone who gets too near.
{ooc: the probably of Rogue One spoilers in this thread is high. Very high. Tags are open to all and as always, if you’re worried about spoilers or anything, PM me first and we’ll plan something out.}
[tiny tag - Bodhi Rook]

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"Are you quite well, Mr. Rook?" asks a painfully familiar voice with a painfully unfamiliar slight accent and polite, distant worry.
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Myrrh however, does. Hissing at the person who has made Bodhi hurt more.
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"What is wrong?"
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When he finally manages to lift his head, his eyes are bloodshot and deeply pained. "They're all dead. They all died."
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Whoever this is doesn't look happy or awake, so he tries to look at the shelves without too much noise.
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The noise seems to stir Bodhi a bit and he moves to pet her.
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She stops dead, though, when she sees the kid curled up on the floor. That... does not look all that comfy, to be honest.
She drops to one knee, ignoring Myrrh's hiss in favour of reaching out to gently touch Bodhi's shoulder.
Gently, "Hey."
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"It's all right."
She's a tall, skinny girl, a year or so older than him (though she looks younger), wearing ripped jeans, pink flip-flops and purple 'THE REVOLUTION WILL
NOTBE TELEVISED' t-shirt, pink bangs escaping the messy ponytail the rest of her hair's been pulled into.She picks up the datapad from where it's fallen, offering it back to him.
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She tilts her head, glancing him over.
Let's see: exhaustion, possible shell-shock, some old bruises... all he needs is superpowers and it'll be just like being home.
"Are you all right?"
Which is a fairly silly question, given the state of him, but it'll do as a starter for ten.
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"Oh --" Startled, he hurries forward and drops to a crouch nearby. "Are you all right? Sir? Can you hear me?"
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