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revivalproject2019-09-27 08:19 am
ladiesss) wrote in revivalproject2019-09-27 08:19 am
Adjusting - Open Post
WHO: Krista & anyone who wants to join her!
WHERE: The edge of the forest, the school (??), and the hotel.
WHAT: Magic, exploration, and laying on the floor because uuuugh.
WHEN: Time is relative but after she's been here for a week.
WARNINGS: None, currently!
Forest.
Krista thought she was being sneaky, heading to the edge of the relatively less-traveled forest area to do her weird fairy magic. She was careful to be quiet about it, at first, making sure no one was around to see or hear her... But once she gets going, she gets absorbed in the task, and may not notice someone quietly walking up behind her, or hanging around to overhear her conversation.
Because she is having a serious conversation... with a frog. It has four eyes and weird, silver blotches on its back, but it's definitely a frog, and she's definitely whispering at if as if she's hearing the second half of a conversation.
"...He looks like me, but, um... No colors, very pale." She gestures over herself, explaining this concept to her amphibious audience. "Short hair... I think. Big black eyes."
A pause.
"Oh, his feet? Really dirty. No shoes. I think they were wrapped in something."
A pause. A ribbit from the frog. Krista perks up.
"You have seen him? Which way did he go?"
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School.
She's pretty sure this is a school, anyway, between the gym stuff down below and the lecture-hall style of the rooms above. She was initially poking around like she was looking for someone, but that eventually turned into looking for something amidst the rubble.
She gasps with excitement when she finally finds it--buried underneath other debris and probably preserved only through dumb luck, she finds the rotting remains of something that looks like a book. It's clear when she pulls it out that it's useless, just a cover and the mushy shreds of some leftover paper, but Krista hugs it to her chest as if it was her very own long-lost diary.
And then, miraculously, the pages start to fill back in with a quiet fluttering, the cover straightening and un-crumbling as if time was reversed. Soon, she has what is only a slightly-battered book full of blank pages, restored from almost nothing.
She laughs quietly. She opens the pages to check that they're blank, wobbling a little with sudden exhaustion. She laughs again. This will help her. This was worth the energy.
------
Hotel.
Her earlier victories were very encouraging. She feels proud of herself. She believes that the results justified the risks. That said, she is exhausted when she gets back to the hotel... And, results or not, maybe starts to regret spending her energy so liberally without a plan for getting it back.
She stares dully at the stairwell, trying to work up the will to climb those stupid, double-tall steps... And gives up. Instead, she picks an open spot on the floor, lies down with her limbs stretching defiantly outward, and then just sort of... stays there, staring despondently at the ceiling.
She is very, very tired.
WHERE: The edge of the forest, the school (??), and the hotel.
WHAT: Magic, exploration, and laying on the floor because uuuugh.
WHEN: Time is relative but after she's been here for a week.
WARNINGS: None, currently!
Forest.
Krista thought she was being sneaky, heading to the edge of the relatively less-traveled forest area to do her weird fairy magic. She was careful to be quiet about it, at first, making sure no one was around to see or hear her... But once she gets going, she gets absorbed in the task, and may not notice someone quietly walking up behind her, or hanging around to overhear her conversation.
Because she is having a serious conversation... with a frog. It has four eyes and weird, silver blotches on its back, but it's definitely a frog, and she's definitely whispering at if as if she's hearing the second half of a conversation.
"...He looks like me, but, um... No colors, very pale." She gestures over herself, explaining this concept to her amphibious audience. "Short hair... I think. Big black eyes."
A pause.
"Oh, his feet? Really dirty. No shoes. I think they were wrapped in something."
A pause. A ribbit from the frog. Krista perks up.
"You have seen him? Which way did he go?"
------
School.
She's pretty sure this is a school, anyway, between the gym stuff down below and the lecture-hall style of the rooms above. She was initially poking around like she was looking for someone, but that eventually turned into looking for something amidst the rubble.
She gasps with excitement when she finally finds it--buried underneath other debris and probably preserved only through dumb luck, she finds the rotting remains of something that looks like a book. It's clear when she pulls it out that it's useless, just a cover and the mushy shreds of some leftover paper, but Krista hugs it to her chest as if it was her very own long-lost diary.
And then, miraculously, the pages start to fill back in with a quiet fluttering, the cover straightening and un-crumbling as if time was reversed. Soon, she has what is only a slightly-battered book full of blank pages, restored from almost nothing.
She laughs quietly. She opens the pages to check that they're blank, wobbling a little with sudden exhaustion. She laughs again. This will help her. This was worth the energy.
------
Hotel.
Her earlier victories were very encouraging. She feels proud of herself. She believes that the results justified the risks. That said, she is exhausted when she gets back to the hotel... And, results or not, maybe starts to regret spending her energy so liberally without a plan for getting it back.
She stares dully at the stairwell, trying to work up the will to climb those stupid, double-tall steps... And gives up. Instead, she picks an open spot on the floor, lies down with her limbs stretching defiantly outward, and then just sort of... stays there, staring despondently at the ceiling.
She is very, very tired.
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She's also left momentarily speechless as he suddenly jumps several steps without issue. Or respect for gravity. She stares from her lower step for a second... Before begrudgingly going to climb the next few steps the normal way.
"Okay, Kallig... So you've either got cool powers, or you secretly weigh like, five pounds. Guessing it's the first one."
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Admittedly using them here takes a little more energy out of him- though even weakened, he's quite the powerful Sith. Using the Force again, he hops backwards up a few more steps, landing with the same ease.
Normally he doesn't use the Force for something as simple as climbing the stairs, but then, usually he also comes back much later, after long days of testing his limits. Today is much the same, but he supposes he might be in a good mood.
For all his instincts to be solitary, he really does feel the best when he has at least one other person to talk to. Especially when he can focus on someone else's problems- and even come to find that someone else is willing to laugh at one of his lame jokes.
Strange how that happens.
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"Okay, so... Spill the beans, I wanna hear about all the stuff you can do."
She says this as she continues to walk up the stairs one by one, which for her is kind of like jumping across rocks over a moving stream, uphill. Her intelligence came at the cost of her physical strength (her worst grades were always in gym class), and while she could probably think of something cool to get her up the stairs in style... It's not worth it, with all the energy she's used already.
"Oh, and I'm Krista, by the way."
She'll just keep climbing up the stairs like a normal person. It's cool.
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A Sith was nothing if not crafty, and he's got tricks up his sleeve that even most Sith do not. After all, Altair is nothing if not a hoarder of knowledge. Kind of came with the territory of his Sphere of Influence.
Kind of came with the territory of being a Sith who liked staying alive.
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Krista."
He extents a hand down to her. World's most awkward handshake? Offer to help her up? Who knows!
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Especially with that weird presence he has. She's still trying to put her finger on exactly why it's familiar...
"Okay, that's fair. And likewise."
One awkward person to another--she'll reach up to try and make this a weird handshake.
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Altair doesn't expect their stay to be the peaceful sort, after all. There will be many challenges ahead, here as there was back home. If there's anything that's a constant in his life, it's trouble. He's not a pessimist- he's just a realist.
The way she grips his hand definitely makes him think handshake rather than help me up, so he'll leave it at that, letting go of her hand. He then turns his head to the rest of the staircase. It's hard to tell if he's looking though, considering the veil he wears.
"Never thought elevators were something I'd want to soliloquize about, and yet here we are..."
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She means to ask more about what he thinks of this place, or about where he’s from, or why he wears a veil-thing over his face, or even about whether or not he has any hobbies or anything like that, but what he says next is phrased so delightfully that she stops all other trains of thought to chase a silly whim.
“Oh, please,” with a smile, “Give me your best elevator poetry. I’m here for it.”
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"And my kind are all about being noble, dignified."
His species? His profession? Who knows.
He's off by a long-shot either way.
"And once you get going on soliloquizing about the lack of working elevators, then the dam breaks and suddenly you're a ranting madman, I suppose."
He isn't serious about that- there's definitely humor to his voice. But he has a tendency for snark. It's just how he is, around people he doesn't fear.
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"Oh," she nods gravely, through she's having trouble keeping a straight face. "Yeah, I can see it. All that dignity and poise is just hiding a maelstrom of strong opinions. Elevators, parking spaces. Whoever stole your lunch out of the fridge last week. Nothing is safe."
And then, because a part of her brain had still been chewing on the bit about elevator poetry, the laughs to herself before she recites:
"My kingdom for an elevator,
To avoid these awful stairs,
Or else we'll lie down on the floor,
And have to climb in pairs."
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So he gives a little huff of laughter, pressing his knuckles to his mouth to keep himself from laughing more, even if it is tempting.
"You're braver than I am, Krista."
He climbs up another step, and stops to take a breather, "... If someone had stolen my lunch last week I'd have done more than rant though."
Of course being here has left him with a total of zero ration bars. Luckily food had been easy enough to find. Still, he wishes there was some inter-dimensional rule to not mess with a resource-hoarder's resources.
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She looks a little proud of herself, as she continues the climb as well.
"Oh, yeah. The lunch bit was less of a joke and more of a grim reflection of reality."
Sure, Krista isn't above stealing other people's things if she needs them, but taking her things is one of the few crimes a person could commit that she would find unforgivable.
She stops a few steps ahead, deeply regretting her choice of room on one of the higher floors. Maybe she'll move, after this. Glancing back at her new friend, she asks, "So, what do you do, by the way? Or--what did you do, where you're from?"
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"I was a leader," He answers, in response to her question, "Well, one out of twelve leaders, anyway."
The Emperor had been above them, once.
Not after Ziost. Vitiate was a monster, nothing more. Of course, here he was just himself. And thinking about Vitiate made his blood boil.
Better to think of something else.
"There were twelve of us, but each of us had our own branch to oversee. Mine was the Sphere of Ancient Knowledge. Full of archaeologists, and scholars, and the like."
He'd had his own branch in the military too, and had many a Sith working under him. But warfare had not been his Sphere's focus.
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Still, something called the "Sphere of Ancient Knowledge" sounds like exactly what she would do if she was in that position, so any real suspicion gets a pass for now.
"Man, that sounds cool! I love stuff like that." And then she laughs, quietly, "I mean, if it wasn't obvious from my uh, whole scene."
She just kind of... Gestures to all of herself, her slight form and her generally unimposing demeanor. Unless they're scared of mall goths, she wouldn't be much help in a fight. She's always been about tactics and hours of research in the school library instead.
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As an acolyte on Korriban, he'd done as he was told- to avoid getting killed. Under his Master, he'd grown fond of the comings and goings of Sith. Seeking the secrets hidden away by mad Lords. Then the ghosts had come, then Thanaton. Then his seat on the Council at the end of it all. By that time, he'd come to love the Empire, seen it as worth protecting, and he had come to see the state of being Sith as freedom itself.
Knowledge was power. For his Sphere, that was more true than for most.
"Wasn't all tombs full of deadly traps, twisted beasts, and angry ghosts though. There was bureaucracy too. Me and the Lord of the Sphere of Mysteries had our little spats over whose jurisdiction a new dig site fell under."
There was a lot of overlap and there were times where he and Rictus had to be physically separated from each other as they argued over whose right it was to examine a new temple or ruins or tomb. Nothing he really needed to get into, though he wouldn't mind discussing it if he was asked about it.
"As for whatever may be obvious or not looking at you, I'll have to take your word for it."