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revivalproject2020-01-17 08:41 pm
kallig) wrote in revivalproject2020-01-17 08:41 pm
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Open Log [5] Merry Sithmas
WHO: Altair Kallig & You
WHERE: Event Planet
WHAT: Belated Christmas Event Funtimes
WHEN: Event start to end
WARNINGS: Mentions of child abuse and slavery at some point, probably.
Arrival
My life is random was a truth about his life that Altair had accepted some time ago. From long dead ghost relatives to Colicoids to running a cult to playing matchmaker for a woman and her long-lost Jedi love who turned out to be a coward and a liar. Long story short, his life was an unbroken string of mismatched events and the universe throwing darts to decide what next to shove in his way had become normal.
Still, the music calling them to the ships- he'd been happy to find a new, clean set of clothes, at least- and now this. A planet as frigid as Hoth, with snow coming down.
So he moved toward where he could sense light and warmth and life- like most other people, seeking shelter from the snow, despite his species tolerating cold temperatures more easily.
For some time, he explored the strange little village. Could be found wandering around, being mystified at the rapidly multiplying candles.
And eventually also found with a droid riding about on his shoulder, the droid chirping to let him know when it spotted something interesting.
The sweater was well enough left alone.
Disaster Strikes (and the Sith was once more A Child)
Eventually the lure of chocolate became too much.
From a fairly confident man to a less than confident child.
Though he'd found himself clothes to fit him (mystified at being in clothes much larger than he was to begin with), Altair didn't settle. Wandering the strange village, jumping at shadows.
He was confused, scared, and felt more alone than ever.
A small blue child with red eyes and powder blue hair could be seen wandering, looking in windows, looking about ready to bolt in the other direction should someone approach too quickly.
Perhaps the normal response for a lost child would be to cry- Altair didn't know.
He did know he wanted answers though.
A Child Somewhat Settled
Once he'd gotten his answers, Altair had settled.
Not quite joining in on the fun of all the other children, but still making his own fun- building a snowman, exploring with somewhat less trepidation than before. Acting a little more like a child would.
Though he hadn't joined the other children playing, he did at least sit and watch their snowball fights.
(ooc: Feel free to come up with your own starter, too! w/ either regular adult Altair or the child version!)
WHERE: Event Planet
WHAT: Belated Christmas Event Funtimes
WHEN: Event start to end
WARNINGS: Mentions of child abuse and slavery at some point, probably.
Arrival
My life is random was a truth about his life that Altair had accepted some time ago. From long dead ghost relatives to Colicoids to running a cult to playing matchmaker for a woman and her long-lost Jedi love who turned out to be a coward and a liar. Long story short, his life was an unbroken string of mismatched events and the universe throwing darts to decide what next to shove in his way had become normal.
Still, the music calling them to the ships- he'd been happy to find a new, clean set of clothes, at least- and now this. A planet as frigid as Hoth, with snow coming down.
So he moved toward where he could sense light and warmth and life- like most other people, seeking shelter from the snow, despite his species tolerating cold temperatures more easily.
For some time, he explored the strange little village. Could be found wandering around, being mystified at the rapidly multiplying candles.
And eventually also found with a droid riding about on his shoulder, the droid chirping to let him know when it spotted something interesting.
The sweater was well enough left alone.
Disaster Strikes (and the Sith was once more A Child)
Eventually the lure of chocolate became too much.
From a fairly confident man to a less than confident child.
Though he'd found himself clothes to fit him (mystified at being in clothes much larger than he was to begin with), Altair didn't settle. Wandering the strange village, jumping at shadows.
He was confused, scared, and felt more alone than ever.
A small blue child with red eyes and powder blue hair could be seen wandering, looking in windows, looking about ready to bolt in the other direction should someone approach too quickly.
Perhaps the normal response for a lost child would be to cry- Altair didn't know.
He did know he wanted answers though.
A Child Somewhat Settled
Once he'd gotten his answers, Altair had settled.
Not quite joining in on the fun of all the other children, but still making his own fun- building a snowman, exploring with somewhat less trepidation than before. Acting a little more like a child would.
Though he hadn't joined the other children playing, he did at least sit and watch their snowball fights.
(ooc: Feel free to come up with your own starter, too! w/ either regular adult Altair or the child version!)
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Well, here you are free. You don't belong to no one and it doesn't matter that you have the Force. I will protect you. I protect the young ones back at home as well that have the Force.
[Well it wasn't technically the Force, but Eli suspected it was a part of the Force the navigators were able to use. He loved the girls with all his heart as well.
At home...the Chiss embrace those with the Force. They are honored and protected by their people. It's considered a crime to harm them. I wish that had been the case for you.
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[There's a bit of the stubbornness of a child there, complete with frown and crossing of his arms.] I've managed this far on my own. I can protect myself.
[It's what he's used to, anyway.
As for Eli's experience with Chiss Force-users... Well, it's hard to believe. But maybe his parents were wrong? Or maybe they lied to him. He's not sure, and he doesn't care. It doesn't actually change the fact that they hate him for something he has no control over, after all.]
You can wish all you want. It doesn't change anything.
[Seems that Altair's tendency to occasionally be a bit blunt is something that's been around since he was a child.]
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[Eli gave a small smile, seeing that familiar stubbornness and blunt attitude Altair was known for.
He decided to go about working on the snowman, sensing that they needed something else to discuss/distract.]
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[All adults who aren't his family, anyway.]
The ladies at the settlement do this too. Not in the same way, but they always end up herding me to their own kids. They feed me sometimes, and give me clothes and stuff. They're kind, but...
[He shakes his head. He doesn't really get it. Maybe it's Eli being a man that's throwing him off and making him want to act tougher than he actually is. Men don't normally bother with him in the same way the women do.]
Never mind. Help me with this?
[He gestures to the snow he's rolling up to be the snowman's torso.] It's kinda heavy.
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[Eli moved over to help Altair lift up the snowman's torso. He was glad that Altair was quick to recover and not afraid to ask for the help. Grinning, he allowed Altair to do most of the directing as they put the snowman together.]
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The con is that now the snowman is a lot bigger and a lot taller than Altair himself is. Try as he might, his hands don't reach high enough to do anything about the snowman's face.
So he might be pouting a little, as he'd brought some stuff to decorate the thing and he's a bit too proud to ask to be lifted so he can work on it.]
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Climb up on my back. You can decorate the snowman this way.
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[Well, he knows it's not for babies, to climb up on an adult's back. He's seen kids a lot older than himself riding around on their parents' backs or shoulders. It's just not something he's personally used to.]
I'm ten, you know. I'm a big kid.
[Never mind that he looks like he's younger.
Despite that initial resistance though, he looks like he's at least thinking about it.] ... You won't tell anyone, will you? I don't want to get laughed at.
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[Eli replied as he ignored the other comments. He knew what ever he would say would just feed into a more stubborn response.]
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I'm not too heavy?
[Never mind that Eli was a man and could probably lift heavier things than the women Altair was familiar with.]
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Not at all. I had a lot of younger cousins to help look after when I was younger.
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[He sounds a bit doubtful, but doesn't argue- instead working on decorating the snowman.]
Can you turn a bit more this way?
[He points toward the direction he wants Eli to turn, so he can get a better angle to work from.] ... Please?
[Best to try and be a bit polite. He's plenty stubborn, but knows to use his manners when asking for something from adults.]