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[for_everyone]

[oom: "This can't go on."]

At the bar, Hera's sitting with a mug of caf, and her datapad. The good thing about finishing a job is that she can afford a drink, and a good one, the kind that she's unlikely to find in any cantina she'd stop in back home. On the other hand, it also means that it’s time to review inventory, repairs, and expenses. Which means a lot of flipping through her datapad and being reminded of everything she could have put those caf credits toward.

As of yet, though, she's not feeling any regrets.



Meanwhile, Kanan is outside, climbing down the rocks along the lake that lead toward the mountains. Exploring... whatever this place is had seemed like a good idea. And at the moment, he's making his way down from the secluded spot where he'd chosen to meditate. Or to try, at least.

Even here, it's not something he's about to do in public.


[ooc: Tag one or the other! :)]

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[cutting_edgex23]

"Hello," says a woman, dark-haired and green-eyed, pausing by Hera's table.

She's wearing a black tank top, black yoga pants, black combat boots, and black fingerless gloves that go halfway up her forearms. It's a good color.

"You have not been here before. Much."

From someone else that might be a question.

[for_everyone]

"No, I haven't," Hera agrees, with a small smile.

"But I have been here before."

[cutting_edgex23]

"You are used to it?"

X tilts her head a little, curious and inquiring.

"Yes."

Beat.

"Some people think it is a dream. For a long time."

[for_everyone]

"I wouldn't say that."

Her smile fades a little, and she shrugs. "But I don't think it's a dream."

[cutting_edgex23]

"Good."

X sounds fairly certain of that.

"People are not always careful. In dreams. It can be problematic. Here."

Beat.

"I am X."

[for_everyone]

"My name's Hera."

She flickers her hand over her datapad, and the screen goes blank. "Have you been here a lot before?"

[cutting_edgex23]

"I have been coming here since I was small."

It's true, and it keeps X from having to try to figure out exactly how long it's been. Usually.

"I am Head of Security. Now."

Beat.

"I try to be easy to find."

(She's not always very good at that.)

[for_everyone]

"Oh, right." It sounds like it would have to mean X has been here for a pretty long time, but Hera decides not to think on this too much.

"I haven't needed any security yet."

And she's... hoping that stays true?

"Are you busy in here?"

[explosive_artist]

[OOC: Aw, Mom and Dad story. Great read.]

[idontneedluck]

Kanan is not alone. Or, at least, someone is in his near vicinity. Chirrut is sitting cross-legged on one of the rocks, peaceably listening to the unfamiliar sounds of water on rock, and learning the way the Force winds its way through this place.

"May the Force of others be with you!" He calls, once Kanan is close enough.

[notallofus]

"Um."

Kanan recognizes Chirrut's face as he approaches, moving closer, but also slowly enough to keep his distance. He takes a deep breath.

"Right." He thinks the words, but can't quite get himself to speak them.

[idontneedluck]

Chirrut smiles as if the greeting was returned anyway, his opaque gaze aimed slightly off-kilter over Kanan's left shoulder.

"I promise not to bite, truly."

[notallofus]

"I'll uh, take your word for it."

He tries to keep his voice a little lighter, but he really only half-manages it.

"But I don't need to disturb you."

[idontneedluck]

"Not at all, not at all. It is so much quieter here than NiJedha, interruption is almost desired to break up the stillness." Chirrut explains, his smile un-dimmed.

[notallofus]

Unwilling, he thinks of NiJedha, imagines what it must be like, something he'd been very careful not to do for nearly a decade.

Still light, "Whatever works for you."

[idontneedluck]

Chirrut laughs, his joy a near-tangible thing.

"You must not have run into Baze Malbus yet. He would have told you there's very little I do unwillingly or under duress." Chirrut admits, though he thinks Baze might put it a bit differently. Something like 'Chirrut Imwe is as stubborn as the day is long', or, perhaps, more succinctly, 'Chirrut is a brat'. Force knows he's heard that one often enough. That's alright. He doesn't object to the truth.

[notallofus]

Kanan musters a smile, resolutely setting away thoughts more properly belonging to the boy he was.

"Nice work if you can get it."

Duress happens a lot, in his line of work. And sometimes, very unfortunately, needs must.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric is walking in the woods, practising some Frankish songs that might help him earn some extra coin once he reaches the newly minted Carolingian Empire. His voice is high and pure, and carries an undercurrent of feeling that's just slightly preternatural. Not the Force exactly but something like it, something sweetly compelling that draws the listener in.

[notallofus]

When Sinric reaches the edges of the forest, Kanan starts to hear him, though the feeling crept up on him some time before.

He pulls back from it a little, because of the compulsion, and pauses by the rocks to see what might be its cause.

One never knows where danger might lurk. And this place is already pretty weird.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric doesn't notice Kanan, focusing on the song as he walks. He reaches the edge of the lake, bringing the song to a joyful crescendo. He smiles to himself, clearly pleased with the way the song has shaped out.

[notallofus]

It's good to see people relaxing, Kanan guesses. Normal people, for a given value of normal.

But this person doesn't seem dangerous, just happy, so --

Kanan should probably go. Quietly. Just another normal person out enjoying the day.

Right.

[thewidewideworld]

Given the value of normal.

Sinric pauses at the edge of the lake, taking in his own refection for a moment, frowning critically before sighing and turning as if to walk back towards the bar.

Which is when he spots Kanan. "Oh, forgive me. I hope I didn't disturb you?"

[notallofus]

"Huh? Oh, no. I was just heading back to the bar."

It's just that Kanan was meditating, not exactly planning to talk to people. He scrubs his hand through his hair, taking a breath.

"Solitude seems hard to come by in there. I hope I didn't interrupt yours."

[thewidewideworld]

"Not at all." Sinric nods slightly. "But I fear I have intruded on your solitude. I'll do, and leave you in peace." He offers politely, not at all offended.

[notallofus]

"But I . . . "

He just said he was going back to the bar, the place with absolutely no solitude. But maybe this person is just trying to be polite about their own desire for being alone. Which Kanan can understand.

So, in that case --

"Okay. I'll just . . . go, then. Uh."