open ☾ an arrival

[noch]

WHO: Merrin and YOU
WHERE: All over Temba
WHAT: One (1) very confused space witch makes her debut
WHEN: Right now?
WARNINGS: None yet, but will update if anything comes up!

A. YOU'VE GOTTA BE KITTEN ME

Despite the fact that Merrin is absolutely the type to hold grudges, she's somehow made peace with Voroka and the other mothkittens in spite of the terrible crime against her—at least judging by the fact that she's currently sitting cross-legged in the grass near the library while the kittens nap, lounge, and play in the sunshine around her.

A few bolder ones have already approached her, and she extends her hand towards one of them to let it curiously sniff her fingers. She's learned her lesson from last time, however, and she keeps her talisman, a palm-sized, halfmoon-shaped white rock, gripped tightly in her other hand to prevent another theft. That's the last thing she needs, now or ever.

"Hello, Voroka," she says to the mothkitten, though her voice doesn't sound welcoming so much as stern, like a disappointed parent. "Did you think I would not recognize you?"

B. LIFE'S A BEACH

It takes her a little while to find the path to the beach, but she eventually stumbles across it and—well, her home planet, Dathomir, is essentially a dry, harsh wasteland, and the largest body of water that exists there is a swamp, maybe a pond.

So nothing really prepares her for the sight of the ocean stretching out in front of her. It appears almost infinite to her, and she stands there on the beach for a long time, staring out across the water in wonder, her lips slightly parted. Her gaze keeps darting to the waves lapping against the shore as if she's... contemplating something.

(In fact, she's contemplating putting her feet in the water, though she doesn't know how safe it is, if at all. A lifetime on Dathomir has made her wary of everything, even if it looks harmless.)

C. SURPRISE! AT THE DISCO

After a few days of exploring, Merrin has finally started to get the lay of this place, and so she feels comfortable enough using her magick to teleport around—at least in the town center, where she's most familiarized, whether there are other people around or not.

The only thing that heralds her imminent arrival is a thick green fog that she materializes into, and then she's suddenly there, looking completely unperturbed, like she just stepped off a lift instead of blinking into existence halfway across the city.

D. WILDCARD

Of course, Merrin is still exploring. She can also be found in the hangar, inspecting all of the ships, including exploring her own assigned ship, the First Breath, at the inn, contemplating her food options and wishing she could eat Greez's steak, in the hotel, staking out an empty room (or not?) to claim, or pretty much anywhere else, seriously. Jedi and anyone who can sense Jedi will also be able to sense her—she feels pretty similar, actually, but definitively more... dark. Or sinister.

Or feel free to use any of her TDM prompts, if those speak to you more.

Comments

[noch]

It sounds so similar what Cal had told her about the Jedi—and to what he'd told Malicos himself—that she would almost believe the two of them had rehearsed it. But, well, even if they had, it's still a point in Ezra's favor, as far as she's concerned, and weirdly, it makes her trust him just a little bit more.

"Yes. Cal said much the same thing," she says, her head tipping slightly to the side as she regards him. "I am glad to know that Malicos' kind is rare, among Jedi."

[ezra_of_lothal]

"Cal's a good guy," Ezra replies, easily. He's not surprised at all Cal had told her something similar. It's the right one, as far as Ezra's concerned.

"And I'm glad to working on training as Jedi, alongside him."

[noch]

Privately, she agrees with Ezra's assessment, but she gives out compliments very sparingly and apparently this isn't one of those spare times. Sorry, Cal.

Besides, her eyebrows lift, but that's about the only thing that betrays her surprise. "There are more Jedi here?" It sounds like a question mostly because his wording is a little vague—but alongside makes it sound like there is at least one Jedi above, doing the teaching.

[ezra_of_lothal]

"Yeah, a couple. Grogu's just a kid." He shrugs.

"I...dunno what Master Kenobi with think of you," Ezra admits. "I know he's been to Dathomir, too. It would have been years before when you're from. I mean - I really can't imagine him picking a fight. He might be wary."

[noch]

Cal, Ezra, a child named Grogu, and a master. Four Jedi in one place. Cal had told her that he might be the last of his kind, so she presumes that they've all come from different places and times—that, or he just didn't know that they'd survived too. Briefly, she wonders what it must've felt like for him, meeting other Jedi when he'd thought he was the last.

It's hard for her to imagine, if only because she doesn't know what she herself would feel if she met other Nightsisters here.

She pushes the thought aside, and files the information about this Master Kenobi away. "You're warning me?" She raises her eyebrows, her tone slightly skeptical.

[ezra_of_lothal]

"Not as a threat," Ezra explains. "Just...it seems to me it's probably easier to avoid an outcome you don't want if you have some idea what to expect and why? Master Kenobi is also an upright guy, and dedicated Jedi. He's stepped up to take some responsibility for us. But he's been through a lot."

He'd rather not have to see how much of a test of the Jedi Master's serenity and reason it could be, if his teacher got the impression a non-Jedi force user was a clear danger.

"I'm sure being Cal's...ally will count for some points in his book."

[noch]

Generally, Nightsisters don't worry too much about being well-liked, and Merrin isn't much different. But if this Master Kenobi—and Grogu too, she amends, to include all of the Jedi—are important members of Cal's little Jedi community, then she actually does want to get along with them. If possible.

Too bad she's way out of her depth when it comes to accomplishing that, but baby steps. "Thank you," she says sincerely, because he really did give her valuable information to help... avoid an outcome she doesn't want, as he said. "For the warning." That's added a little cheekily, her tone dry.

[ezra_of_lothal]

"You're welcome," Ezra says, sincerely. Then he pauses, trying to figure out where to go from here. His gaze darts back to the plant she'd poured energy into, because he'd really like to know how that works, but he can intuit she isn't likely to open up in detail without a fair amount of trust.

"So, is there anything else you're curious about?" he tries. "Not that I've been here long, relatively speaking."

[noch]

Anything else that she's curious about... she's quiet for a while, considering Ezra pretty openly, her gaze direct, a small line between her eyebrows. Jedi are so strange to her—after Malicos, she expected all of them to be bastards like him, and like the one who killed her people. But Cal and Cere and now Ezra have chipped away at that impression, slowly but surely. They've shown... kindness.

So the only things she's really curious about now don't really have to do with this place. Cal has answered most of her questions about Temba and the Agrii already, anyway.

Her gaze averts briefly, and she shakes her head slowly, just once. "You have been... helpful, Ezra Bridger." There's the rare compliment, even if her tone is almost completely impassive. "I will not forget it."

Was that an ominous addition? She meant it genuinely, if... awkwardly. It might be hard to tell, though, since she very abruptly teleports herself away, disappearing in a fog of bright green ichor. After all, what's the point of having a spell for teleportation if she isn't going to use it to exit conversations?